by Nikki Sex
"Good girl," he chuckled, well aware of her reticence. "Yes, but why? Why do you want to come?"
She gasped, and gave a strange choking giggle that quickly turned into a laugh. "I don’t really want to. I have had more orgasms in the last hour than I have in the last six months. I actually just want to curl up and go to sleep! I only wanted to come now to please you."
He nuzzled into her neck, licking it, nibbling and blowing softly on her moistened skin, sending delightful sensations through her. "To please me?" he asked, biting and sucking on one nipple.
"Yes, Sir. I want to do everything, anything you want, anytime you want it. Right now I swear I feel like you own me."
Elizabeth was instantly rewarded with a male sound of pleasure - kind of a growl - as his lips pressed against hers and he forced her mouth open with his tongue. His kiss was an instant response, searing and intense and she fell into it, reaching, needing, wanting. His large body pushed hard against her as he pressed closer, crushing her against the wall, flattening her breasts against his chest. His naked sweating skin felt hot upon hers, his cock was hard and throbbing. Elizabeth was thrilled by his well apparent desire and this close to him she could feel his heart rapidly beating.
"You were made to please a man, mon cher, this is your most basic desire. Tell me how it was with your husband Mark. We re-live this fantasy you recall so well."
"Ah, humm," she said. "Sir, first he pinned me to the wall, and I tried to push him away."
Sir surged up against her and instinctively she put her hands out against his bare chest, trying to stop him. With a gasp she said, "Yes! Exactly like that."
Grabbing her wrists, Sir held them one in each hand, above and on each side of her head. "The big man, he moved your arms away, perhaps like this?"
Elizabeth was panting and tingling all over. Sir held her firmly against the wall - she couldn't even breath in deeply. That was how it was with Mark, his body had almost crushed hers and she loved it. "Ah, well, no, he took both of my hands with one hand, his left."
Sir immediately transferred both of her wrists into the strong grip of his left hand. "And with the other, he ran it up your legs, yes?" As he spoke his other hand trailed demandingly up her thigh. His voice was deep and low as he said, "Up inside the dress to pull the panties down? To reach in and grasp your sex?" As he spoke he cupped her mound, gripping it possessively.
Elizabeth gasped. "Yes, yes and then Mark somehow lifted me off my feet and I threw my legs around him."
Sir pushed up, taking her off her feet and then he penetrated her to the hilt. Elizabeth shrieked. With his left hand in a bruising grip holding her wrists above her head, and his right firmly gripping her buttocks, he moved, not horizontally – more at a vertical angle. Pushing upwards into her needy cunt, he held her up against the wall with his powerful, demanding cock. In an animal frenzy Elizabeth wantonly threw her legs around him, high up on his waist, pulling her to him as he thrust.
"This is right, mon cher?" he grunted in a husky voice.
"Oh God yes! Exactly right!"
"It was a very fast fuck, was it not?"
"Hell yes! Ah, ah, ah!" she began to moan. "Yes, yes like that. A hard fast fuck, my God!"
Sir powerfully thrust and thrust, he hammered into her, right to the hilt. Each time his hard male flesh beat solidly against her with a resounding slap, slap, slap. The sound was more like that of a boxing ring than that of making love. Sir's thick cock impaled her harder, faster, with punishing, bruising blows and all the time he never faltered, never stopped. As his straining body pounded himself inside her Elizabeth shrieked, "Yes, yes, yes!"
"You will come for me now, mon cher," he growled. "Because it is my will. Because it pleases me to see and feel you climax as you did for Mark."
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, Sir…" she whimpered. Mindless, panting and breathless with need she cried out. The man had made his point on both her mind and her body. Sir had mastered her completely and she had no choice but to obey him. A hard convulsion took her, starting from within her core, and she jerked and arched spasmodically as if touched by a high tension wires. As the jolt passed through her she shook violently, and her slick sheath clamped down upon Sir's thrusting cock. Screaming, Elizabeth came and came and came in a wave of multiple orgasms.
The world had narrowed. For Elizabeth, there was only the feel of her ass filled by the large toy, her swollen clit, her breasts and cunt and Sir's hard cock - still powerfully hammering her flesh - his large body binding her to his will. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears and her clit throbbed and pulsed - synchronized with the rapid beat of her heart. Sir stiffened, shuddered and then gave a deep male groan of pleasure. With one final buck he grunted the last of his release. His thick cock sprayed his seed, jetting it deeply within her. When the warmth of his hot sperm touched her cervix, Elizabeth felt another wave of pleasure roll through her in an even more intense climax.
Sobbing mindlessly with pleasure, as Elizabeth came this time, the deep visceral memory of that one life changing moment with Mark enveloped her.
Blissful, utterly fulfilled, she screamed, "Mark!"
15. Bodily Functions
Sanity and conscious awareness returned. Elizabeth woke in the bed, with Sir spooning her, his front to her back, and he was touching her, stroking her back, her head and her hair - petting her really. Her entire body ached in a pleasant way, as it did the day after serious exercise. Not an unpleasant feel, a used feeling. Smiling, she gave a little giggle. Used, she thought. That was for sure.
"Mon cher," he said in a smooth voice, "You have come back to me."
"Yes," she said. She didn't know what else to say because, hey, she had just had what felt like hours of the most intense sex she had ever experienced and it had been wonderful.
Sir jumped out of bed, and Elizabeth heard him walk over to the kitchen area, open the fridge and pour something liquid into a glass. "Drink," he said when he returned. Sitting up, and putting her legs to the floor, even though she was blindfolded she held her hand out for the glass.
"No," he said. "It is my privilege to care for you. Hands behind your back. Lace your fingers together."
Elizabeth's mind reeled as she was still dazed with pleasure. Sir had caused her pain, but not as a punishment. He had hurt her to increase her pleasure, and man oh man, it had really done that! Sir kept her blindfolded and confined, but not as a prisoner, but because he preferred that she be dependent on him. Right now her captor wanted to be the one to do everything for her. It was a weird paradigm shift for her to embrace, but through his actions he was teaching her. In the course of one day she had already become a willing student.
She did as he said, and allowed him to serve her, giving her orange juice from a straw. She felt him place soft, fur-lined cuffs on each wrist, and join them together binding her wrists behind her back. As she had to use the toilet, Sir was more than happy to oblige her, guiding her to the facilities. Still burdened with her butt plug, Elizabeth really needed to go "number two," yet Sir refused to leave her. Reminding her of the rules, he said that she was allowed to eat, drink, sleep, wash, use the toilet only with his consent. Sir placed her over his lap, and told her to take a deep breath.
With a gentle pull, Elizabeth felt the butt plug withdrawing from her. When she had an involuntary clench, Sir paused. "Just breathe, mon cher," he said. Elizabeth licked her lips, and did so. Sir finished taking the toy out of her backside and put it down somewhere. This was embarrassing enough, but however was she ever going to do a number two in front of him?
In the end her normal bodily functions prevailed. Sir wiped her clean with a warm soapy washcloth, cheerfully assuring her that this was normal and he, also, did this "Oh – often!" She had giggled at that.
Afterwards he laid her across his lap and gave her a thorough enema. Another first, she thought bitterly. This just keeps getting better. Sir blithely informed her that an enema was not really necessary, with her young firm flesh, but as he intended
to take her virgin ass he did not wish there to be any problems. "All must be perfect for the first time, you understand?"
Elizabeth suffered every indignity, because she really had no choice. Yet Sir made every action so functional and commonplace, that she found it more than bearable. Not comforting precisely, but Sir was enjoying himself through moving her around like a doll, controlling her completely while looking after her every need and she felt happy that he was happy. And what really rocked this storm burdened boat of insanity was the fact that with all Sir's lavish attentions – as unusual as they were - Elizabeth really felt cherished and cared for.
Elizabeth frowned, well aware of the man's hard cock pressing against her. Draped across his lap, her cuffed hands were behind her back where Sir confidently held them. It was a potent message, with his hand firmly holding both of hers captive and bound behind her. I am in control of you. You have no power here. You are mine to do with as I please. While this powerful physical message had initially disturbed her, it unsettled her for an entirely different reason now. By controlling her so completely, Sir really turned her on.
Sir always started using more French when he was sexually excited, and it was clear that her backside was certainly a trigger. He tugged at her captured hands. "Mon cher, if I release them do they sit confortable here behind your back?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You will tell me if it is disagreeable? I do like to hold them, but just now I wish to use both hands to explore and take pleasure in your oh so amazing ass."
She couldn't help it, she just had to laugh and he laughed with her. The man had a thing about her backside. Whatever he planned, she was beginning to look forward to going along for the ride.
16. Elizabeth's Derrière
"Bon, mon cher," he said, "And so I begin." One finger pushed against her anus and then inside her to the knuckle and her stupid pussy immediately flooded. Sir, whose thigh had received her dripping arousal gave a low chuckle. "It will feel tres bon, mon cher, to take you here," he crooned lovingly. "You will enjoy it very much."
He nuzzled against her neck, licking and nipping as he continued to push that finger inside, pulling and stretching her taut ring with determined fervor. His other hand moved between her legs to lightly stroke her sopping wet pussy. In a husky voice he said, "I want very much to fuck this tight, untouched ass."
Elizabeth moaned unsure if it was his words or what he was doing that caused this reaction.
"You are my little sex slave aren’t you? I am going to speak to your husband Mark about how to give you orgasms. He has clearly been doing it all wrong."
"Oh my God no!" Elizabeth said, tensing and struggling against him. "Don't do that! Mark will know we have been having sex, and he will be so angry! Not only that, he will think I'm a slut."
Sir chuckled. "But Elizabeth, you are a slut," Sir said. His fingers ran down her cheek and he cupped her face gently. "It is in your nature. Do not feel shame for this. It is a wonderful gift for you and for your husband." Sir's clever, calming hands began to caress and fondle her in a comforting manner, touching every part of her with long strokes and alternating with concentric circles. "You called Mark's name, when you climaxed, did you know?"
"Yes," she said, anxious that Sir might be upset that she had been thinking of Mark.
"It is very good, mon cher," he said, perceptively aware of her concern. "I envy this husband of yours. You and I, together we have sex and respect. But with you and Mark there is love, no?"
"Yes. He really is my best friend. I don’t know what I would do without him."
"You will not lose him, mon cher. I will manage this unmanageable husband of yours, this I swear. He is very difficile, no? But I have days to find the lever that will work on him. It is for me to tell him what we do together, and for me to resolve your concerns."
"Sir," she said in a high anxious voice. "Must you tell him?"
Sir's warm, knowledgeable hands massaged and calmed her, distracting her from her problem. "I will tell him and he will yell and be very angry. But I will make certain that he is not angry with you, mon cher. You are mine and I will not let you be harmed. I thought you trusted me. Do you still trust me?"
His voice, comfortable and reassuring, helped. Hypnotized as I am, of course I trust him. If I had no cuffs on I would probably not attempt to leave unless Sir said it was time to go, she thought. Stockholm Syndrome. I am sooo screwed,
"Do you?" Sir repeated.
"Yes, Sir," Elizabeth admitted. "You know that I do."
"It is very well, Mon cher. You make me happy. Tell me, Elizabeth, would you like your husband and me, together to make love to you?"
Elizabeth drew in a deep breath at the unexpected vision this created. The picture was of her cuffed to the bed and Mark thrusting furiously between her legs, while she sucked Sir to completion. The concept made her dizzy with desire. Could anything possibly be better?
Sir's laugh was dark and lustful when he sensed - not to mention felt - her immediate flooding response. "So many ways we could take you, the two of us, fucking your oh so feminine flesh. Both of us, using your body for our pleasure."
Elizabeth's pussy pulsed, reacting to the imagined mental image as well as to his unique French accent. When Sir said "pleasure," with the "s" drawn out it simply gave her chills of desire.
"You do not need to answer," he laughed. "I hear your body screaming yes. Mon Dieu, you are the slut idéal, Elizabeth. I think I would enjoy to see you come once more, this time while I play with your beautiful derrière. You make such wonderful noises when you climax, mon cher. And as you are not fully constrained here upon my lap you will squeal and squirm and thrust delightfully. It is a little reward for us both, you understand?"
"Oh God, Sir," she said. "I am really tired. I have come so many times already. I honestly don’t know if I can."
Sir laughed and laughed at her comment, the sound ringing playfully in her ears. Elizabeth winced. She was so stupid! Of course Sir would see that as a challenge. The man was so confident of his skills, of his control of her that she began to laugh too. If she was dead and buried, Sir would probably still feel that he could make her come.
"And so I begin," he said. Using both hands, he gripped both of her soft buttock cheeks and pulled them open wide, exposing the tender flesh, licking and then breathing hot puffs warm of air against her. As before, Elizabeth felt her anus involuntarily pucker and her back passage clench. Sir gave a deep joyful laugh.
Having been here before, she made no attempt to resist him. Expecting him to insert a finger, she was surprised when he swirled his tongue around the rim of her anus, licking and making erotic male sounds of delight.
OMG that feels good. The man had all of her attention. Even if the room was on fire she probably wouldn't notice. Lightheaded and blissful, she relaxed, only partially listening as he spoke soft erotic words, and licked and worshiped her body. Even with her hands cuffed behind her back, she was not uncomfortable. Once more she curled happily around his strong male legs, pressing her face up against him.
Like a cat lapping cream, Sir simply licked and licked at her hole. Elizabeth moaned and restlessly shifted, trying to press her clit against him. Chuckling darkly, he moved his right hand between her legs, placing his thumb in her dripping pussy. Instinctively she clenched and bucked, and he pulled his hand away just before she found her climax.
"Non, mon cher," he said. "Je suis désolé you are clearly so fatigué, but tired as you are, you do not have permission to come yet."
17. Spanking
Elizabeth groaned, wanting to take back her unthinking words. Not again! Why did I tell him I was too tired to come?
Sir laughed and went back to work on her. He spoke in French now, long sexy sentences that she couldn't understand. His voice was low and husky and his words charmed her, they were a sensual delight. Meanwhile his lips nibbled, circling her anus, and his left hand pressed a finger inside the tight muscle of her rim, pulling her open and availa
ble for his invading tongue.
"Oh God!" she cried out, and he gave a perceptive chuckle and began to lick deep in her asshole, stroking, prodding and curling his tongue inside her.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah," she chanted, moaning and squirming, Elizabeth was on a thin thread now, ready to orgasm. If Sir didn't continuously remove any stimulation when he felt her coming close, she would have climaxed long before.
"Now mon cher," he finally said, "hold still while I put this larger butt plug into you. Voyons, you see? Once more I prepare you for my cock." The larger rubber object pressed against her anus. It was well lubricated, and again it went in a little way, but then stopped. Sir stroked her buttocks. "Do not be anxious, Elizabeth. Pretend this is little toy is me and it will go easier. Because I know you want me to fill that empty place in your body. You want what I want, mon cher."
This plug was much larger, and it took longer to become situated fully inside. He encouraged her to spread her legs, as it may help, which she did. Laughing he added that he enjoyed seeing her so exposed, and even if it didn't help to insert the plug, it pleased him. "C'était très agréable de voir," he said, by which she gathered that he liked to look at her spread wide - easily accessible and available to him, and to his cock.
Once more using a gentle, soothing voice, Sir slowly breached her, pushing the toy inside, moving it in and out, stretching her. While she sweated and whimpered and panted, he became highly aroused, once more commenting on the sucking action of her taut hole, swearing in French and speaking in a tone of joy and awe. Elizabeth was glad at least someone was having fun. While the damn thing didn't precisely hurt, it felt too full and uncomfortable in her anal passage. Sir was kind and considerate but determined, and Elizabeth tried her best, too. But still, it took single-minded efforts on both their parts before it was fully inside her.
As she laid quivering with effort, draped over his lap, and trying to get used to the uncomfortably full sensation in her back passage, Sir messaged her back, buttocks and shoulders, stroking and easing her tension away. When her breathing was no longer ragged, and she became more accepting of the toy, he asked, "It is better mon cher?"
