I woke early to check on my pet and see if she had started to obey my wishes. The smell of bacon that assaulted my nose reassured me. Slipping out of bed I padded to the bathroom to relieve myself and splash some water on my face. Usually I am naked as I do my morning stuff, then dress after a shower. Today was no different, let her see the glorious morning excitement, and be teased by the sight.
I found Samantha in the kitchen, wearing one of her tight Lycra skirts, and a button up shirt, one too many buttons undone to be socially acceptable! Damn that cleavage went on for ever, but is was her arse that captivated my attention, embraced in skin-tight material, and pushed into perky shaped by her heels.
I looked at the clock. 8:57. My slut was doing a good job so far. I sat at the table quietly, waiting for breakfast. At 9am exactly Samantha was standing at the tableside, a full English waiting for my consumption. I nodded and she placed it on my table to be quickly joined by a cafeteria.
Looking at the breakfast, I spoke up. “Whenever I am eating, I expect you to sit on the table, legs spread, so I can see that beautiful pussy as I eat. Unless stated otherwise of course.”
Samantha responded by starting to climb on the table, a smile playing round her lips and eyes, until I gently pushed her off.
“Not right now. Fetch my phone, but you must crawl on all fours. I want that arse in that skirt.”
Samantha did as she was told and obediently crawled on her hands and knees towards my phone, a deliberate wiggle in her buttocks. Reaching the phone she held it in one hand puzzled about how to carry it.
A mischievous grin spread across her face and slowly she rocked backward until she was sitting on the floor, her pussy on vivid display. Slowly with 2 fingers in an upside-down V she spread her snatch lips, showing a glistening entrance to her fuckbox.
“Maybe I should put it in here to carry back?” she asked in a sultry voice. I swallowed hard, my coffee forgotten halfway towards my mouth.
“I’m not sure it will fit” I said trying to sound nonchalant.
Spreading her legs wider to really open her cunny she slowly massaged the narrow, tapered end of the box against that hole I tasted so eagerly last night and wanted to fuck just as bad.
“Did I not last night that the only fulfilment my ex gave me was by fisting me?” she glanced at my crotch “but that's going to be so, so much... better.” She grunted the last word as the phone finally slipped into her babychute.
Gripping it with her muscles once it was half in, she returned to hands and knees to come back to me. Samantha held her head high, making sure I got a clear view of her cleavage. The lack of sag made me suspect she was wearing a bra one size too small.
Gingerly she climbed onto the table, taking the position I would expect her at every meal time. Propping herself up on her elbows, phone filled snatch on full display, she smiled at me with a self satisfied smirk. I’d have to do something about that.
Taking the phone I wiped my finger up her wet cunt. “Cream for my coffee.”
Samantha groaned at the bad joke, but leapt to my next order – masturbate.
Wiping the phone I dialled my solicitor. “Hey Phil.... yeah its me... can you squeeze me in?... About? You that fantasy I told you about at Gary’s party?.. yes that one... well it came true... what? Ok listen... Samantha take your tits out..” Samantha quickly scooped one then another large titty out her top “...you hear my command Phil?...”
Quickly I snapped a photo and sent it “see?.. oh c’mon you know that’s my kitchen!. Ok 12. Cya then”
Hanging up I looked at Samantha, still masturbating. “Two hours til we can fuck like rabbits...”
Samantha smiled at that, slowly kneading one breast as she fingered her cunt. Taking her finger out I sucked the juices off them “You made my phone sticky!”
“Did I Sir?” she asked with innocent eyes.
Standing up I removed my belt.
“I am going to spank your arse for making my phone sticky. Some people start with a hand, but to me that is an intimate act and I am VERY ANNOYED” I growled the last 2 words. “Now bend over the table.”
Samantha scuttled off the table, and bent over it, straight into the remains of my breakfast.
“Hitch up your skirt.” She did as she was told, brining that beautiful white arse onto display.
“Now, so I know, you know, tell what you did wrong, and I’ll only give 5 strokes.”
“This fucktoy did nothing wrong sir!”
“Ten. What did you do wrong?”
“I am a cumslut and acted slutty sir!” she answered less sure this time.
“Fifteen. What. Did. You. Do?”
“Nothing!” her voice quivering this time.
“Twenty” this time I stood her up, glancing at her sauce smeared breasts. “Admit you displeased me.”
“I displeased you? Im so sorry sir!” she replied looking mortified at the concept.
“Twenty it is. Bend over”. She did so, her eyes wet at displeasing me.
THWACK! The first one left a faint line on her arse, a little yelp from her lips.
“What do naughty girls say?”
“Sorry sir!” she said, the idea of punishment on both our minds.
After 10, the sorry came louder and her arse was a nice pink. At 15 she blurted out to be begged forgiveness, those checks turning red. By 20 she sobbed an apology, her arse almost purple in places.
Pulling her upright, I pulled to make naked body. “I forgive you.” I whispered “Did I. Was that too much?”
“No sir” she whispered back. Guiding my hand between her legs I could feel the dampness of her thighs until I hit her pussy. It was drenched. “I didn’t cum until you forgave me”.
I smiled at her, before guiding her to the mirror I waved a hand at her face tear streaked face. “What would improve this?”
“Er... make up sir?” she replied quickly grasping my suggestion.
“Yes. Always wear eyeliner and mascara.” I pointed to her breasts. “Now wash up and be back in 10 minutes.”
Samantha did so and in 5 minutes was back. Getting in the car we drove to Phil’s firm where we were met by a small mousey man. “Phil, Samantha. Samantha, Mr Jestum”. They shook hands.
“Pleasure to meet you” Phil said politely.
“I’m sure it is.” Samantha answered with a grin.
Phil laughed heartily, for a moment blooming into a different man. “You’ll do this one some good” he said pointing to me.
We all went inside still chuckling at the doorstep interplay. Phil sat us down on the comfy chairs for his VIPs and over the course of an hour we drafted a contract. Phil disappeared to turn it into a document with his secretary and Samantha raised an eyebrow at me.
“What?”
“Phil. He’s not your average solicitor...”
“Oh well. I only know some of it. Janice, his first wife...” I waved away a question “... she is like yourself, but her tastes are a bit taboo even for me. Phil and her were happy to do all that though. Then one day at a conference Phil meets Denise, and they fell for each other hard. Now Phil didn't want to cheat on Janice so he comes home and confesses he found another woman but, if Janice wanted he would never see her again, even in court.”
Samantha raised an eyebrow “Bold, what did she say?”
“Well Denise had pursued Phil here unknown to him, and Janice bumped into her. Spur of the moment she invited her to dinner. Now, the rest I have only heard second hand. Janice & Denise got on like a house on fire, and Janice saw that Denise truly loved Phil. So she suggested an threesome. I hear that in the post sexual lull Janice told Phil she wanted a divorce, to become his human pet in his house.”
Samantha looked at me disbelief on her face. I laughed “Do you think I imagined our life to be real twenty-four hours ago?”
She laughed “Well how’d it end”.
“Well as Phil married Denise and Janice is still in his life I presume it is mostly true.” I heard footsteps returning “I’ll invite them for dinner in a few weeks and you can ask yourself.”
Phil came back in at this point signalling that we should go to the desk. Moving the items a seemingly exaggerated distance he placed the new contract on the desk. We both happily signed without reading, trusting Phil implicitly.
Phil can over and shook me hand “Congratulations!” and I felt a little piece of paper passed to me. As he shook Samantha's hand I quickly read it.
FUCK HER ON THE DESK
“Hmm.” Phil said looking like a man thinking hard. “I think we need something to celebrate. Let me pop to the shop for some bubbly. I’ll only be 10 minutes.” He said before dashing out.
Standing at the desk I cleared my throat “I think I can see St. Pauls from here.” I lied.
“Really?” Samantha asked and I stepped backwards so that she could see from my place.
With 2 quick moved I had my trousers undone and they fell to my ankles.
“Liar!” Samantha gasped still peering out the window as my hand wound into her ruby red pony tail, forcing her over the desk.
“What are you doing?” She said mildly shocked.
“Your man is taking what he wants, what his fucktoy wants” I replied flipping up her skirt.
Obediently she opened her legs wider and my hard cock slipped into her cunt so nicely. Despite enjoying fisting she was still tight around my shaft. I pushed deeper into her snatch enjoying the feel of the warm soft tube griping my cock until my thighs rested on her still deep pink arse cheeks.
Pulling on her ponytail, forcing her to arch her back, I lent forward and whispered “Is this what you want? To be taken at my fancy? To be rutted and bred like a bitch in heat?”
Samantha replied with a peeved and worried voice. “Yes! Damit! Will I need to reassure you every day!”
Smiling I whispered back, “I don't want reassurance. I might take what I want, but I want to hear you beg for it as I do!”
I twitched my cock in her cunt and she cried out “Oh sir! Fuck me, beat me, breed me. Do what the fuck you like to me. Just do it to MEEEEEEEEE!”
She squealed the last word as I pulled my cock out and rammed it back into her, my thighs hitting her tender butt and her thighs hitting the desk.
Wrapping my hand deeper into her pony tail I pulled her head back as I fuck that pussy hard. “Say it!” I growled, “Say your a slut.”
“Sir I am, I'm your slut now and forever.”
“Louder”
“I am a slut” she panted louder.
“Louder! You fucking fuckwhore!” Menace was in my voice.
“I AM YOUR FUCKING FUCK SLUT! I WANT TO BE YOUR CUMDUMP!” she cried out loudly, turning red at the thought she had been heard.
Hearing those words felt as good as her tight fucktunnel I leaned to her ear, pausing my thrusts “When can I fuck you?”
“Whenever you want, with whatever you want.” She whispered back.
Pushing face onto the desk I grabbed both her hips fucking her hard, banging into the desk until I felt the cum build. Damn I wish this lasted longer!
Pulling out I grunted “Knees!”
Obediently she fell to her knees and in three quick strokes I covered her face in my cum, my biggest load yet. “Don’t wipe that off!” I said, threat in my voice of punishment for disobedience.
Rushing to my discarded jacket I grabbed my smart phone. I handed Samantha the contract and slipped a boob out her top. “Smile, this is a happy day for us!” I said as I took a picture of her.
“Ok, you can clean up now” I said once the photo was saved. Samantha grabbed a tissue and I grabbed my trousers. Luckily we were both presentable again as Phil came back and the three of us toasted our new contract.
A few stops on the way home, clothes store to book a private appointment (yes I'm that rich), the local sex store for some immediate purchases, chemist and finally home.
As we got in Samantha eyed the prescription bag in my hands. “WWhat's hat sir?’
“That's is our treat tomorrow.” I replied.
As we sat on the couch Samantha spoke up. “Sir, I love the way you took what you wanted today, and didn’t even bother to consider mind but...”
“Go on”
“It's made me super horny and I need to cum so bad!”
I laughed “A woman cumming is my second favourite sound after hearing her beg.” I patted my lap and Samantha walked over. “Lose and hand me the skirt.” She did so before sitting on my lap.
“Be patient my little cumdump. I will always give you pleasure too. But on my terms.” Taking the skirt I pulled it over her head before moving my hands swiftly to her sopping wet cunt. Damn she was horny. A few light touches of her clit had her moaning in ecstasy. I gripped her to me with one strong hand around her waist. The other spread her pussy lips to push my fingers inside. From this angle I couldn’t get the g-spot, but she was so turned on it didn’t matter. With a few quick thrusts of my fingers she was gushing on the carpet. Screaming into her ‘hood’. Pulling it off I made more effort to finger fuck her pussy.
“What did you say?”
“I’m a whore! A slut, a tramp, a cunt for sale, a bitch in heat!”
I smiled and brought her through another orgasm. “No. Your my whore, this is my cunt, my mouth, my arse. I own you.”
She shivered in my arms and said quietly “Master take me upstairs and fuck me hard.”
Picking her up I carried her to the bed where she stripped off completely. I too divulged myself of my clothes.
Samantha lay on the bed her legs held wide apart. Opening the bedside draw I took out the hand cuffs, slipping first her left, the right wrists into the metal rings. Taking the small connecting chain I hung it on the headboard hook, so much easier than locking/unlocking. “hmm I like this” Samantha
I stayed silent as I went back to those beautiful long legs. Pulling them apart, I buried my face in her snatch, enjoying the taste of a woman’s cum on my tongue as I lapped happily at her fuckhole.
“Oh god! Sir! Please s..s..ir!” Samantha soon gasped “Can I ... c...c...cu...umm?”
I smiled and suck her clit counting to ten in my head. “No” I replied and stood up. She looked at me with disappointed eyes as I straddled her body.
Reaching into the draw again I brought out a length of Japanese Silk Rope. Making a loop, I slipped it over one breast before wrapping it around the other, pulling the rope tightly to pull those breasts together. Samantha was still disappointed she didn’t cum but interested in what was next. She went to ask, but I put a finger to her lips.
Putting some baby oil on my cock I slipped it between her great fleshy mounds, and started to fuck those titties. Damn it felt good. Slowly at first, then building up speed.
Samantha moaned under me as I pounded her now engorged breasts, helpless to my whims by the cuff. “Fuck this tits sir! Use them for their true purpose, to please men!”
I said nothing, concentrating on getting my pleasure. Soon I felt that building in my ball. Scooting up to her face I grabbed a handful of hair and shoved my cock straight down her throat to much gooey gagging. Two strokes and I let out a primal grunt.
Jets of cum splattered down her throat and Samantha just gulped as she swallowed as much as she could, some pearly juices slipping out around my cock. Slumping on the bed for a second I patted her cheek. “Good slut”.
Without saying more I got up and left the room. Three more time I went in and brought to the edge before taking only my own pleasure. The fourth I fucked her pussy hard, making her scream in pleasure through several orgasms til I put my seed deep in her pussy.
As we lay there snuggled up together after, Samantha massaging some life back into her sore breasts she whispered “No anal tonight, sir?” in the way a waiter asks “Any bread for the table?”
“Didn't fancy it” I replied in a whisper.
“Oh. I’d hope you’d take that cherry.”
Patting her bum I replied “No need to rush our fun.”
“Yes Sir” she replied.
Soon our worn our bodies meant we were both fast asleep.
Now I’m sure you imagine our life from then on was one big fuckfest?
I am afraid not. We were basically any other couple where one was a ‘stay-at-home’ type. We ate, slept I had to oversee my company. Sure we did have plenty of sex, but mostly the only difference was filthy talk was a norm. Nothing to ‘write home about’.
This doesn’t mean we didn’t have our moments, and one happened a few months later. It was ass cherry popping time, but that’s another story...
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