by Alina Sawyer
"I can smell you baby girl. Are you really that excited?" He teased
"Yes Daddy, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" another slap landing on my ass.
"For being a bad slut for you Daddy."
"That's a good girl, baby. Now turn around and drop to your knees."
Without a second thought I dropped to the floor, pants around my ankles, tits hanging out. I looked up to him then to the bulge right in front of me. I watched as he pulled 9 inches of black cock out. I snaked my tongue over my lips and out after his manhood. My eagerness was met with swift discipline. His shaft landed hard across my cheek.
"I didn't tell you to do anything did I?"
"No Daddy. I just thought..."
Another cock slap across my face.
"I didn't tell you to think either bitch."
With the last statement he forced his entire cock into my mouth and down my throat. My eyes instantly started to water as I gagged. Droplets of spit trickled over my lips and down my chin. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, and I couldn't stop my pussy from throbbing. He wasted no time raping my throat. I could feel the spit dripping down onto my whore tits. I felt ashamed, used, and degraded as he pounded his fat black cock down my throat. I loved every second of it. As quickly as the whole incident began his cock was back in his sorts. I gasped for air and looked up at him through blurred teary eyed vision. He pulled me to my feet by my hair, his free hand cupping my juicy cunt.
"Shameless whore aren't you?"
All I could do was nod and spread my legs wider. Only for a second did he allow me the pleasure of feeling his fingertip graze over my aching clit.
"Go to your bedroom, finish taking off your clothes, lie down, and finger fuck that slut pussy." He demanded.
I took a deep breath and did as I was directed. I finished wiggling out of my jeans and lay back on the bed. My scent instantly filled the entire room as I spread my legs. I could sense him watching me from the door way. I could hear his clothes dropping onto the floor as I slid two fingers down my pink slit and up inside my greedy pussy. A moan danced from the tip of my tongue, I curled my fingers inside of me, pumping slowly in and out. I felt his strong hand cup one of my tits, pinching my nipple as his eyes swept over me.
"Look at you. Such a horny little slut aren't you?" He flicked my nipple hard.
"Yes Daddy. I want to be a good girl."
He reached down and grabbed my wrist, pulling my fingers from my wetness and smeared my juices over my lips. Like a good bitch I tasted myself, sucking my fingers clean. I could see his cock standing at attention jus t inches from my face. I wanted to taste it so bad; I wanted to feel him stretching me from the inside. Without a word I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. He grinned down at me and slapped his cock head against my tongue, rubbing the tip over my hungry lips, then all over my pretty face. My hips lifted from the bed, rolling against nothing as I tasted him. He left his cock lying across my face as he grabbed one of my ankles and pulled my leg back towards my head. He leaned over and spit down onto my waiting pussy. I rebelled again, this time taking his thick cock between my lips, sucking on the head. I twirled my tongue around his member, my lips gliding partially down his shaft, my moans vibrating through him. I wasn't met with a punishment, just a smack to my bare pussy.
I could feel him growing in my mouth, soon his cock head was easing down my throat. I worked my muscles around his dick like a good bitch, trying to take it all with ease. However, I couldn't help myself from choking for too long. He didn't allow me this pleasure but only for a moment because he pulled out of my mouth, then knelt between my legs.
"Open my pussy for me slut. Show me how bad you want it." He slapped one tit, then the other.
I groaned out, wanting more, but knowing better than to ask for anything. I reached down with both hands and spread my pussy open. I slid a finger from each hand inside my tight little fuck hole and spread myself even wider. His smile was apparent satisfaction as my response. He gripped the base of his black cock and began to ease the head inside my waiting hole. I held my breath as he entered me. He was thicker and a bit longer than I was use to. I loved it. My heart fluttered as he finally took what he had already claimed as his. My fingertips glided over his shaft, feeling every inch as he sunk into my depths. The warmth of my pussy overwhelming him, I clenched my sloppy wet cunt tight around him.
I could hear a simple grunt fall past his lips. My eyes roamed all over his body, watching his muscles tense with each slow deep stroke. My hands went to his hips almost urging him to go deeper, to tear me apart. As if regaining his own senses he glared down at me, taking hold of both my wrists he pinned them up over my head. His body hovered over mine as he started to grind his hips viciously against me. All I could do was try to spread my legs even more, my pussy thrusting up against him, grinding right back.
"That's it bitch, throw my pussy back on this dick." He snarled at me.
At this point, I couldn't even speak. I was a squirming wet mess of a whore underneath his strong frame. All my resistance was gone. He started to pick up the pace, slamming hard into my pink pussy. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, and my own wetness splashing against my thighs. I could no longer control the moans and noises that left my body. I cried out for more, cried out to be used, and taught how to be a good white slut.
His cock had no mercy on my tender cunt. He slammed into me, causing my tits to bounce out of control. My back arched up sharply while my pussy squeezed him tighter. Massaging his cock with my pussy.
"Just let it go baby. Cum all over this dick. Do it bitch!"
I felt my body shudder and without a moment's notice my juices squirted out around his cock. Gasping and panting like a bitch in heat I came for him. I covered his thickness with my fluids, trembling underneath him. He almost laughed at me as I rode out one orgasm after another. I was in another world. Nothing seemed real, nothing seemed to matter except the feeling he was giving me.
He pushed me onto my side and lifted one leg into the air, managing to get even deeper into my aching pussy. I grabbed one of my tits, pushing it up to my mouth, licking at my nipple as he pummeled me. I could hear my pussy splashing and slurping around his massive black dick. I didn't care anymore. I needed this. He fucked me harder and harder, my body rocking on the bed. I moved a hand down and slapped my clit, making my juices spray all over. I ran my hand over his stomach, rubbing my cum into his skin. My ass was assaulted with an endless barrage of spankings.
"Oh, fuck Daddy. Please don't stop. Please." I managed to utter out between moans.
"Tell me what you are." He pounded me harder, his fingers on my clit, toying with it.
"I'm your bitch Daddy, your fucking white bitch!"
"What else are you, slut?" His fingers moved from my clit to my asshole, pushing inside me.
My body shivered, ready to collapse, "I'm a slut for black cock. For your cock Daddy. I'll whatever you tell me to."
He pulled his fingers from my ass and shoved them down my throat. He twisted my body around, my stomach flat on the bed, ass poked up just a little as he spread my cheeks open and dove deeper into my cunt. His entire weight was pressing down on me as he split me open.
"Tell me what you want bitch."
"I want you to cum in me. To cum in my raw pussy Daddy."
"That's a good girl. Such a dirty little cum slut."
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, he bit down hard on my neck. I screamed out in a mix of surprise and ecstasy. He showed no mercy on any part of my body, biting down just as hard as he was tearing up my pussy. He nearly growled out against the slope of my neck as I felt him slam into my deep once more and staying buried inside me. The warm, sticky cum coating my silky wet pussy walls, shooting into my womb. I could barely breathe, so happy to feel him inside of me, my cunt began to milk his cock, wanting to get every drop of precious cum out of him.
Gradually he lifted himself back to his knees, then spread my pussy open
, watching as his cum leaked out of me. I looked back over my shoulder, wanting to see his reaction and he ran his fingers over my cheek.
"You have a lot to learn little girl. So I hope you're ready."
I looked at him semi confused but didn't speak; I merely nuzzled against his palm, knowing I wouldn't have to wait long for my first lesson.
The End.
Kiss and Make Up
"...and so, it is with a heavy heart that I hereby resign my post as your district attorney."
The crowd that gathered to hear my public resignation in front of the King County courthouse was alive with gasps and mumbles. I know why they didn't see this coming, of course. I was only their D.A. for about four years with a great track record...well-loved by the whole county...practically the whole state! I needed to do this for myself before I lost control of my life and my mind.
"You, the residents of King County, have been any prosecutor's dream to work with and I have loved every waking moment of being your voice of the law. However, as all good things must come to an end, there is a time for happiness and renewal. As my resignation is effective at noon today, let me help you welcome your new D.A., Ms. Michelle Clark!"
An uproar of applause, whistles and camera shutters exploded from the crowd and I was finally done. I smiled my best smile and gave Michelle a big hug. She was good, no doubt, but it's not like we were good friends. We were competitors but no longer. She was about to serve King County for the greater good and I was finally on my way to living the life I had always wanted.
The butterflies in my stomach were even more active now and I rushed home. We were having a huge gala at The House under the guise, of course, that our anniversary was coming up. It was the truth but I never really cared about anniversaries before. Now that I was free from the public eye, it was truly a moment worthy of celebration. I wasn't about to reveal myself to any of the girls or my clients but the fact that I didn't have to live a double life professionally felt enough like freedom. I had been doing this so long that it was just second nature at this point. I had to stop home so I could get myself ready for the party and to pick up one more important thing.
I walked up my pristine path to my "normal" house and expected the door to be unlocked and it was. I stepped through the door and there was Daniel kneeling intently, waiting for my return home.
I smiled demurely. "Hello, Daniel."
"Afternoon, Madam," he said with a smile.
Daniel used to be my assistant at the office but we mutually decided that my resignation would benefit the both of us as we are now a couple. Well...as much of a "couple" as we can be. We always had a good relationship with each other until a fateful night at The House when Daniel showed up at my door. For some reason, I ended up showing him who I really was that night. I felt incredibly stupid for doing so and am normally not that impulsive but I felt like I was lying to Daniel and I didn't want to do that to him. Once the mask had, proverbially, slipped, even though I took it off intentionally, I felt that I would be ruined but Daniel said he knew it was me the entire time. He later told me that, had I not come clean, he would have told me he knew it was really me before the night had ended. I guess I found that to mean that we had a deeper connection than I was originally aware of.
Anyway, after all of that, we had a long talk and Daniel asked if we could be together. I told him, in so many words, that I was incapable of being someone's girlfriend but he surprised me further when he said that he wasn't interested in THAT type of relationship. He told me our night in my dungeon completely changed his perspective and outlook on life and that he wanted to pursue a companionship with me, not as my boyfriend, but as my submissive. Well...who am I to say no to that?!
I started training him little by little...a position here, a command there. It eventually evolved into an everyday routine that neither of us had to work at anymore, which was precisely what I was hoping for. The best part was Daniel was such a hungry learner that it took no time at all to train him where I wanted him to be...and we were strict by no means. If he wasn't kneeling when I came home because he had to do something or if he was copping a bit of an attitude, I really didn't care. As long as it didn't become a habit, we were fine. He's been in my clutches before. He knows I'm no pushover...but I also know that life is too short to play by all the rules. We have fun with each other and that, to me, is a very refreshing change of pace.
Daniel immediately rose to his feet and gave me a big hug. "So how was it? How do you feel?"
"Ugh!" I sighed. "I feel so good. Like...it's all over, you know? I can finally...progress! I can be myself again."
"Well," Daniel said, "You still have to be Lisa, you know."
"I know," I said, "but at least the pressure's off. I can just...be. How was your day?"
"Well, I ordered the limo as you instructed and it's coming in an hour so I got us some champagne. I figured you'd like to celebrate before you have to be all fancy-schmancy in front of the big wigs."
I laughed. "Trust me, darling. All I have to do is be myself in front of those guys. They're living a secret life just like I've been doing."
Daniel shrugged. "I suppose that's true. So...shall we raise a glass to your new life?"
I smiled. "Yes. Let's."
Daniel went into the kitchen to pour the champagne and I sat down on the couch for a while to relax. This party was so important to me. I felt like it was going to be the moment when all my troubles could melt away and my new life could really begin.
Daniel returned shortly with two glasses of bubbly and sat down at my feet. I smiled at him and took the glass he offered me and we both toasted to my new beginning. After two glasses, I decided it was time to get ready.
I don't have any of my usual attire at my "normal" house but I had planned for that beforehand so I had everything ready. I took a quick shower, dried and curled my hair the way it normally is done, pinned it to one side and did my make-up. I had even made a special outfit for myself in light of this evening. I made a skirt with a short black skirt underneath but, over the top, I had black wedding lace draped down the side so it was asymmetrical and gathered at the left side of my hip. I had found a wonderful silver pin in the shape of a flower that I put where all the lace gathered. I complemented the skirt with a nice black tank top and a beautiful necklace accented by purple gems. My mask, of course, tied everything together. It was all black and practically featureless with the exception of a slight bump for the nose and it, too, was accented by glittery purple flourishes. The final touches were, of course, my signature long black leather gloves and some nice black heels.
I walked out of my room and Daniel was all ready, too. He looked very handsome. He was wearing a black suit with a black shirt and dark purple tie. He was staring out the window, seemingly lost in space.
"Well?" I said. "How do I look?"
He turned around and gave me that same look I saw when he first came to The House. "Ohhhh...Kathryn," he said, breathlessly.
"Kathryn?" I said, surprised. "Darling...you can call me Lisa, it's fine."
"No, no, no," he said insistently, "Not like this. You are...Kathryn!"
I laughed. "Okay, well....might as well get into character, I guess. Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, yeah," Daniel said, still staring at me. "But..."
"But? But what?" I said.
"Well, Madam...I was just wondering. I kinda wanted to...I don't.....I don't know..."
Poor, poor Daniel. No matter how hard I trained him, I still couldn't stop him from being so shy. "What do you want, my dear?"
"Well, it's just that...I kinda wanted...I don't know. I guess I wanted to be...sort of...um...uncomfortable?"
"Danny," I said, "Dispense with the bullshit. What do you want from me?"
He kind of winced and said, "I want to be in pain...y'know...for this evening."
I laughed. He had NO idea what was in store for him. "Daniel, you'll get what you want. Just trust me on that, yes?"
I stuck out
my hand and he put his in mine. I locked the front door and we went into the limo. When we got to The House, there were already tons of cars and limos parked outside. I was excited to see who was all inside.
When we walked in the front door, everyone turned and, upon seeing me, all started clapping. They thought it was just because of the anniversary, which wasn't for another two weeks but, to me, it was because I was born anew like a phoenix from the ashes. Daniel kind of stepped off to the side toward where some of my girls were standing and all my clients were giving me hugs and handshakes. This was a brilliant party. The girls went above and beyond what I had asked them to do. They had the place wonderfully decorated and got top-notch catering for the event. I couldn't have asked for anything better.
I was in a conversation with a senator when I heard "MOTHER!!!" It was my sweet Elise. She was dressed in a strapless pale pink gown and looked absolutely resplendent. She ran toward me and gave me a huge hug.
"Elise!" I said, returning her embrace. "Oh, it's so good to see you!"
"Mother, I want you to meet Brian. He's...my date."
"Oh," I said, a little put off. She is, after all, mine. I wasn't quite ready to share her with anyone. "Brian. So nice to meet you."
I extended my hand to shake his but all this oaf said to me was, "Wow. Sweet mask."
I didn't say anything. I just kind of looked at Elise and she immediately hit him in the shoulder. "Stop it!" she said and dragged him away.
Daniel came up to me and said, "What was that all about?"
"I don't really know," I said.
"Are they not allowed to talk about that or something?" he inquired.
"The girls have never, ever mentioned anything about the way I dress. Maybe she was embarrassed."
"Do you want me to go talk to her?" he said. ...my knight in shining armor.
