I awoke to the sound of running water. Hannah was in the shower, leaving me alone in bed. A dull ache in my backside reminded me of what had happened last night: Hannah had tied me up, blindfolded me and then fucked me using a strap-on. She had called me a bitch and a slut as she held my legs over her shoulders and pounded me like a whore. And, apart from when she forced me to swallow my own cum, I had loved every second of it.
My cock stirred at the memory of having my anal virginity broken, and I let my hand wander to stroke it lightly, enjoying the smooth feel of it now that she had removed all my body hair. My other hand explored the rest of my denuded body. I was amazed at how sensitive it had become, the slightest touch of my fingers giving me goosebumps. I threw the covers off so I could look at it while I explored myself. I'd always been fairly slim, maybe even considered as skinny and never really muscular in the traditional sense. Plus, with light blond hair, I'd always looked fairly smooth anyway. But now, with what little hair I had now gone, I looked completely different, especially the lower half of my body. It was incredible how sexy my legs felt and looked, and when my hand stroked my buttocks, I felt the same intense pleasure that I had the night before when Hannah had done the same.
I lay back, letting my hands wander. I hadn't masturbated for a while: no need when Hannah was around. That girl was the most sexiest, wonderful, adventurous and creative lover a man could ever want. She made me feel things I never knew existed, and last night she had taken me to a whole new level. I was so engrossed in remembering the most powerful climax I had ever experienced that I didn't notice her come in.
"My, somebody's awake," she said, making me jump. With a nod of the head, she indicated she meant my cock, not me. "Mmm, looks like he wants to play." She stood looking at me for a moment before I noticed she had the strap-on she had used on me last night in her hand. My eyes widened as I saw it, and I wondered if she meant to use it on me again.
Hannah put her fake cock on the chair before letting her bathrobe fall from her voluptuous body as she approached the bed, climbing on the bottom and working her way up my body. She lay on top of me and kissed me as I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying the warmth of her body. My hands wandered down her smooth back to her soft buttocks, which I cupped firmly while she wriggled on top of me, our lips not parting once. She ground her hips against me, my trapped cock leaking slightly between our bodies. I could sense her passion rising as she kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth as her hands rubbed the tops of my arms.
Suddenly she broke the embrace and pushed herself up, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her firm, perfect breasts. Her pink aureoles made her erect nipples seem even bigger. I glanced up and Hannah's flushed face told me what she wanted. Lifting her hips, she reached down to grab my rock hard erection and guided it between her legs. I caught a brief glimpse of the head of my cock at the entrance to her shaven vulva before it was swallowed by it. Hannah was so wet that she slid down my pole with ease, her velvety wetness feeling so good as it surrounded me. She gave a sigh of contentment as she had her first climax of the day, and I lay back enjoying the squeezing effect that the contractions of her orgasms had on my cock.
Taking her weight with her hands, she started to ride me. Each time she slid down my cock I was in heaven. Now I was also shaven, I could feel her wetness run down my prick and onto my balls, cooling them. Hannah began to ride me at a steady pace, lifting her hips so just the head was inside her before falling back down to encase me fully in her sweet pussy. I loved the feeling of my foreskin being stretched each time she did this. I raised my hands and played with her breasts and nipples, cupping the soft, full flesh before taking the stiff buds between my fingers. I knew she loved this, as long as I was not too hard on them. She moaned as I tweaked them both together, and I felt her come again. Despite this, she relentlessly kept up her rhythm on my cock, riding me firmly beneath her.
Once she had recovered from her second orgasm, she leaned back. Taking my teats between her fingers, she reciprocated the pleasure I was giving her to my own nipples. Only harder. I yelped as she pinched and pulled them, making them grow in her fingers. I have always had sensitive nipples, and it took Hannah only a few weeks after we met to find this out. Since then she had made sure they got at least some attention during our lovemaking sessions. The effect of her rough nipple play now was to make me buck my hips, as if there were a direct line between my nipples and my dick. Carried away by the moment, I also started to pull on her nipples a little harder as well. In hindsight, I now realise that this was where I made my biggest mistake. Ever.
Hannah cried out in pain as I tweaked one of her nipples too hard, and the look on her face told me I'd crossed a line. Immediately she released my nipples and grabbed my wrists, wrenching my hands from her breasts. She moved her weight forward and held my wrists beside my head as the look on her face changed from erotic satisfaction to angry, steely determination. Her hips stopped thrusting as she pinned me down.
"No!" she said firmly, holding my gaze to make sure I knew just who was on top here. "That hurt!" she shouted accusingly.
"Sorry, baby," I whined, "I didn't mean to hurt you."
She stared hard into my eyes for a few seconds, and for a moment I was unsure what she would do. Had I just fucked up a good weekend? Had I just made a terrible mistake that I would regret long after today? Of course I had, I thought.
"Honestly, sweetheart, I'm so, so sorry. I really didn't want to hurt you baby, please, I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you as much pleasure as you were giving me, that's all. I won't do it again, I promise."
Despite my pathetic attempt at an apology, she didn't move. Instead, she just held me there while she eye-balled me with an determined, angry expression on her face. Nothing in her facial features could give me a clue as to what she was thinking, which was strange because I could usually read her fairly well. Or so I thought. I could feel the lust between my legs quickly evaporate as she stared fixedly at me. I lay there for what seemed an eternity before she seemed to come to some sort of decision.
"Okay," she finally said, tossing her head to one side to throw back the hair that had fallen over her gorgeous eyes. "Last night you agreed to do exactly as I asked without question, giving you one of the biggest climaxes you've ever had, and this is how you repay me?" I shrivelled inside as her words stung me. I felt so worthless, so ashamed for hurting her when she had given me so much pleasure. I tried to avoid her penetrating stare. "Look at me, Carl. Look at me!" I opened my eyes reluctantly. I didn't want to look at her, didn't want to see the beautiful face of this wonderful woman that I had hurt so much. Her gaze held mine again, this time a little softer. Hannah's voice also softened. But only a fraction.
"Now, I expect you to keep your side of the bargain. You will do exactly as I say from now on or it's over, do you understand?". Her voice was calm and businesslike as she delivered her ultimatum.
I nodded meekly, unsure if she meant the weekend of fantastic sex was over or our relationship. I didn't dare risk it, I couldn't risk it. I loved her too much to lose her, not just because she was great in bed but because of all the other wonderful things about her. Her smile, her sense of humour, the way she felt in my arms, her personality and a hundred other things that made her special. I was not going to risk losing her just because I'd been a dickhead. Besides, deep down I suspected that Hannah was not really the serious type, not the type of woman to end a relationship just because of one silly mistake. Or was she?
"Say it," she said.
"Yes, I understand."
"I agree to do exactly as you say from now on," I said, as if I were a kid quoting it from memory.
She regarded me for a moment, as if she suspected that I was just saying it to get myself out of her bad books. Then she leaned in close until our noses nearly touched, like a hunter closing in for the kill on a frightened animal.
"Good. Because if you don't, trust me, you WILL fucking regret it," she stated calmly but firmly. "I meant what I said. I promise this will be a weekend to remember if you do as I say, without question. No ifs or buts. I am in charge from now until Monday morning, when things will be back to normal. But only IF you obey me. Otherwise, I'm packing a bag and leaving, and you can do whatever you want. So, what's it to be? And this time, if you agree, you have to mean it."
I stared back blankly at her. In all the months we had been together, I'd never seen her like this, so angry and determined. And so in control. Oh, sure, I'd seen her cross a few times, and that was not a particularly pleasant experience. You see, for all Hannah's loveliness, I sometimes sensed there was a mean streak really deep down in her, well hidden from view. I'd seen flashes of it before, but never like this. It scared me, but for some reason, it also excited me.
Her steely eyes bored into me, and I almost instinctively found myself avoiding her gaze as a voice I barely recognised as my own meekly say "I agree to obey you without question. You are in charge." I couldn't believe I'd said it. I felt some of my manhood almost disappear as I lay pinned down underneath her. But somehow, given the situation, it kind of felt right.
Hannah looked at me in a manner I'd never seen before. A new sort of confidence seemed to fill her as she regarded me not as her boyfriend but as something else, something...lesser. "Good, that's better. Because baby, I've got plans for you," she smiled enigmatically as she raised herself back up, releasing my wrists.
I looked up, feeling more than a little apprehensive. What the hell had I just agreed to? I was to find out in the next two days.
"Right, well you can start by making me come again," she said matter-of-factly, as if nothing had happened. Amazed, I lay there, like a rabbit in headlights. She tilted her head to one side and gave me a mocking smile. "Oh, poor baby, have you gone soft?" she asked in a babyish voice. "Well, let's see what we can do about that."
She reached down and began working on my nipples again while grinding her wet pussy lips against my deflated cock. I went to move my hands, but was immediately and in no uncertain terms told to leave them where they were. It wasn't long before I started to stiffen again as her smooth, wet labia massaged my equally smooth and wet penis. Hannah then released my nipples to take her weight on her arms again, and started rubbing her gorgeous breasts against my chest. The sensation against my own hard nipples was fantastic as she circled them across my skin. Then she reached down and guided my now erect dick back into her soaking pussy. Pushing herself up, she began to ride me, her beautiful tits giving a erotic little bounce each time her pussy reached the base of my cock. I so wanted to reach up and caress them, but was afraid to. Hannah must have sensed this, because she told me to put my hands behind my head and keep them there, which I did.
"These are off limits until I can trust you," she said sternly, caressing her own gorgeous breasts.
Then she closed her eyes as she rode me, concentrating on her own pleasure. She started to make sexy little noises as her pleasure increased before moving her hands to cup and stroke her bouncing breasts. I lay watching her as she worked my cock with her wonderful body, slightly frustrated that I couldn't join in more like I usually did. I felt the familiar squeeze of her pussy as she got closer to orgasm, and it wasn't long before she leant forward and started humping my cock with her hips.
"Oh fuck, yes, oh yes, oh, oh..." she moaned as her hips increased speed. I felt like I was being used for her pleasure, but my groin was certainly not complaining as I felt my own needs coming to a head. I started to buck my hips in rhythm with hers, which seemed to send her over the edge. With a loud cry which became a long moan, I felt Hannah start to orgasm. She clamped my dick with her pussy and it felt like she was cunt-sucking my cock dry. With a similar cry to hers, I exploded inside her, feeling the cum leave my body in spasm after spasm of sheer pleasure. I looked up at Hannah who had her a strange, contorted look on her face as she came, her cheeks flushed and her eyes screwed tight shut.
After a few moments of sexual bliss, Hannah started to relax. She opened her eyes and smiled at me as she leaned forward and kissed me. Instinctively I put my arms around her and we kissed for a few minutes. I felt my cock slowly deflate in her, and I was very aware of how wet and sticky we both were between our legs. Her hungry mouth seemed to devour me as she passionately kissed me, and I could tell that her passion was not totally spent. She released my mouth and looked me in the eye with her steely glint.
"I hope you enjoyed that, baby, 'cos that's the last time your cock is going in my pussy for a while," she said, smiling wickedly.
Stunned by this revelation, I could only watch helplessly as she started kissing first my chin then my neck, working her way down to my chest, her mischievous eyes never leaving mine. She licked and sucked on my nipples for a few moments before sliding down and started working on my now limp cock. She had done this before, and I knew that when she was in this mood, she was almost insatiable. I looked down, enjoying the sight of her beautiful hair falling down over my body as my cock disappeared into her mouth. It wasn't long before life began to stir again between my legs as she sucked, licked and nibbled my smooth penis. Then she did something I didn't expect.
Hannah moved her body round slightly as she worked on my cock. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but I kind of had an idea. Sure enough, she brought her legs towards the top half of my body and then released me for a moment while she straddled my face so we could 69. Before I could protest, she pushed her cum-soaked pussy into my face, trapping my arms under her legs. I tried to caress her calves as I instinctively started to lap at her vulva, but I was well and truly pinned. The taste of our mixed juices was interesting as I licked around her mound and then zeroed in on her labia. After making me taste my own cum last night, the flavour was not totally new to me, but I must admit I was not overly thrilled at having to taste it again. Her moans of pleasure told me I was doing the right thing though as she rubbed her pussy against my face, which was soon soaked.
Then came the next surprise. Hannah released my now semi-hard cock and sat up, trapping my face beneath her smooth pussy. I tried to wriggle her off me but she was having none of it. With her whole weight on my head, I was finding it difficult to breathe and the scent of our sex was almost overpowering.
"Carl, stop it," she commanded as I squirmed under her. "Now, you will lick me clean like a good boy until I let you go. And baby, as an incentive I'm gonna play with your titties like you played with mine earlier. Now, get to it."
And with that I felt her grab my nipples hard, making me yelp. She must have liked that because she started grinding and wriggling her hips into my face.
"That's it, baby, get that tongue inside me," she cooed. Or at least I think she did: I could hardly hear much anymore apart from the rubbing of her body against my face.
The weight of her on top of me was uncomfortable, but I must admit that the slipperiness of her pussy almost made up for any discomfort. I probed my tongue as far as I could into her sopping slit, swallowing as much of our juices as I could. Sometimes I could differentiate between hers and mine, especially when it came to texture. Every now and then I could tell I was swallowing a blob of my own cum as it felt and tasted quite different to the wetness of Hannah's juices. I felt Hannah purr when I did this, the vibrations coming through her thighs spread across my face. Determinedly, I set about mining that wet pussy as fast and as willingly as I could, eager to be released from this claustrophobic prison as soon as possible. Plus, my nipples felt like they on fire as she twisted and pinched them mercilessly. The pain in them had gone way beyond pleasure: now they had really started to hurt.
After what seemed like an hour to me, I felt like I had cleaned it all. For a moment, I thought Hannah had as well as she raised her hips off my face. I gulped in as much air as I could, thankful to be out of my hot confinement.
"Mmm, baby, that was good," she said, releasing my excruciated nipples. "Now I want you to do the same to the other one," she said wickedly as she lowered herself back onto my face, this time a little further forward so her anus was on top of my mouth. "C'mon, slut, lick my arse," she said leeringly.
Pinned helplessly underneath her, I had no choice but to do as she said. I quickly began to probe her tight hole with my tired tongue, grateful that she'd not long since showered as I licked and delved into her rosebud as best as I could. I could feel her helping me by reaching down and spreading her cheeks with her hands to give me better access as she wriggled and cooed above me. The only trouble was that this meant I had to go deeper.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Here I was, being forced to lick my girlfriends' arsehole as she queened me, my entire body as smooth as a baby's and my nipples red raw. Suddenly I felt degraded and used, but I knew that if I wanted to keep Hannah, I really had no choice in the matter. Sure, she was mad at me for hurting her earlier. Just let her do this and get it out of her system so we can go back to normal, to being the same loving couple that we usually were. That was what I was thinking, and that was why I kept on licking her until she was satisfied. I think she must have been satisfied, because I could distinctly detect the musky scent of her arousal again. Finally, I felt Hannah raise herself off my wet and overworked face.
Hannah rolled onto the bed with a satisfied smirk on her face. As I lay gasping for air, she told me to go shower and shave, insisting that when I came back I was completely smooth from my nose down. As I headed for the bathroom, she crawled under the covers and snuggled herself up in bed.
After a quick shower and careful but thorough shave, I returned to find her still lying in bed, resting back on the raised pillows. Despite her closed eyes, however, the movement under the covers and her flushed face told me she was not sleeping. Her knees were spread wide as they raised the bed covers, and she was doing something between her legs. I had never seen Hannah masturbate before, so I hung back and watched as she lost herself in her own world of self-pleasure. Her vulnerability and her gasps of enjoyment really turned me on, and soon I was stroking myself between my legs. Hannah must have heard me because she opened her eyes. For a moment I wasn't sure if I registered in her mind as she stared at me with a blank look on her face. Then she seemed to focus, and smiled at me, looking at me stroke myself.
"Stop that," she said. Remembering our agreement, I reluctantly released my cock. "Put your hands behind your back and keep them there," she said.
Hannah smiled maliciously as I obeyed her. "Oooh, yes," she gasped, closing her eyes again as she went back to pleasuring herself and ignoring my presence. Slowly, the covers began to slide down, revealing more of what she was doing. Every now and then she would open her eyes and look at me before a new twist of pleasure made her close them again to concentrate on what was happening to her own body. Her movements meant the covers gradually slid down until I could finally see what was happening.
Hannah had taken the strap-on she had used on me the night before and was fucking herself with it with one hand while her other rubbed at her tender clit. I watched mesmerised as the dildo, slick with her juices, disappeared and reappeared from between her pussy lips, making a lovely, squelchy sound as it did so. She seemed to be in rapture as her hands worked tirelessly between her thighs. I gave out a small sigh as I studied her, her face quite red and flushed and her nipples hard and erect.
"Mmm," I moaned appreciatively at the sight of her. "Need any help?" I asked.
"No!" she said emphatically. "Now shut up and don't speak unless I tell you to." And with that, she closed her eyes and went back to what she was doing. I watched her intently as she seemed to orgasm for the umpteenth time, her gasps becoming shorter and her body tensing before relaxing slightly in that post-orgasm way of hers. Hannah opened her eyes and released her clitoris, but left the dildo inside her. She looked at me, mischief playing over her face.
"Your turn," she said, indicating my cock. "Come over here. Keep your hands behind your back."
Almost in a daze, I walked over to the side of the bed, my pointing cock leading the way. Hannah cupped her hand into an 'O' shape and held it out in front of my aching prick.
"Fuck it," she commanded.
I looked at her uncomprehendingly for a moment before the penny dropped. I moved forward and put my cock through the 'O' and into the cup her hand had made. I started to thrust into it, as I did when I masturbated myself, except this time the hand stayed still and my body moved.
"That's right, slut," she cooed sarcastically. "Hump that hand."
I did as I was told, thrusting my hips as I made love to her hand, all the time feeling demeaned and slightly stupid. Hannah seemed to enjoy my discomfort, sometimes squeezing her hand a little tighter, sometimes moving it higher so I had to stand on tiptoes to reach it. And all the time she encouraged me in a clipped, patronising voice, which she knew I hated.
"That's right, oh yes, you're doing so well. My, just look at you, such a BIG boy aren't you?" she teased.
And as she forced me to wank in her hand, she kept sliding the dildo inside herself, which kind of added to my humiliation. It was if she were saying, 'Look, this piece of rubber is giving me more pleasure than you can. You're only a wanker'. She saw me watching her fucking herself, and suddenly she seemed offended.
"Close your eyes, wanker," she said sternly. "This is not for you to see." Immediately, I shut them.
Then she added to the humiliation by ignoring me and concentrating on her own pleasure, almost seeming to forget that I was there. She made little gasping noises as she brought herself off again, and at times she let the hand I was supposed to be fucking go limp, or even disappear, giving me nothing to go at. Then she would suddenly 'remember' that I was there, and give an apologetic little laugh and cup her hand again.
I tried to concentrate on my own pleasure as I struggled to bring myself to a climax. Her humiliation had angered me. I was determined to get some pleasure out of the situation, so I did whatever I had to to make sure I could get myself off. I was so wrapped up in this task, I didn't notice that Hannah had moved and was now kneeling beside me on the bed. She made me stand motionless as she removed her hand for a moment. I could hear her moving, but couldn't see what she was doing. A moment later I felt her hand back in front of my prick and was told to start humping it again.
"Is this going to take long?" she asked me, seemingly bored.
My face reddened in both shame and anger as I continued to thrust into her hand. She raised it up again, making me go onto tiptoes, and held it there. I struggled to keep my balance as my cock started to get a little sore from this dry humping.
"Come on, wanker, you can do better than that," she mockingly encouraged me. "That's what you are, isn't it Carl? You're just a wanker aren't you? A wanking slut. Go on, say it."
I couldn't believe my ears! My loving girlfriend was turning into a bitch! For a moment I was so confused I didn't know what to do. A hard slap on my backside soon brought me down to earth.
"Say it, slut!" she snarled.
"I am a wanking slut!" I shouted as another two or three stinging blows landed on my still tender arse. For some reason, although the slaps came keen, they just seemed to add to the eroticism of the situation I found myself in.
"You..are...a...wank-ing...slut," Hannah stated, spanking out each word in rhythm on my reddening cheeks. "Now, I'm going to count to five, and I expect you to come when I reach five. If you don't, you will not be allowed to come again this weekend. Understand?"
I nodded, thrusting harder into her hand. The shame seemed to disappear as I concentrated hard on coming. I had to come, I just had to. The fear of failure felt heavy on me.
"One," she said as I heard her slide off the bed.
I thrust even harder, my back aching from standing on tiptoes for so long. My temples started to ache.
My body tensed as I worked harder, trying to forget my fear and focus on the sensations at the tip of my cock. Keeping my hands behind my back was becoming a problem.
By now I was sweating as my stinging buttocks moved backwards and forwards. I felt the familiar stirring inside my groin, but the fear of not coming was still strong. I scrunched my closed eyes tight as I tried to concentrate.
I was frantic, I could hardly breathe. Oh God, no, oh please no, I've got to come, I've GOT to. My body went into overdrive as I gave it one last push. Then a tingle started spreading from the head of my cock through my groin. Yes, oh yes, come on....
"Five!" yelled Hannah, and a split second later I felt myself finally explode, my eyes still closed. I suddenly remembered to breathe again as I felt myself spurt again and again, my heels finally touching the floor. The sensations of relief and pleasure rippled through my taut body as I opened my eyes and looked down, only to see Hannah stood wearing the strap-on in front of my ejaculating cock, catching as much of my fluid as she could. Her hand and the rubber was coated with my sticky white sperm, but I was so wrapped up in my climax that I didn't care.
Suddenly I felt her grab my a handful of my hair.
"Did I say you could open your eyes?" she screamed. Ashamed of myself for making such a stupid error, I closed them again.
"Down!" she commanded, forcing me to kneel. "On your knees!"
My trembling legs gave way under me as I fell heavily in front of her onto my knees, still dazed from my forced climax. My head seemed to be full of cotton wool as I knelt confusedly before this angry, commanding woman. I felt something brush against my lips, and the cloying scent of cum filled my nostrils.
"Open your mouth," she instructed as she forced the head of the dildo between my lips.
Reluctantly, I did as she said. Hannah held my hair as she guided the cum-covered dildo into my mouth, and I had no option but to take it. I was told to suck, and it took immense self-control to obey. Hesitantly I began to suck on it, the taste of my own cum filling my mouth. I thought I would have got used to it by now, but this was different. Disgusted with myself, I swallowed it as best as I could as Hannah made me bob up and down the rubber shaft.
"That's it, baby, suck my cock. Oh yes, oh you're so good at that," she murmured encouragingly as I sucked and slurped at it. Suddenly, she withdrew it from my mouth, only to have her put her cum-covered fingers replace it.
"And now clean your filth from my hand. Go on, lick it all up, I know you want to. And make sure you swallow every drop."
Obediently, but still in a shame-filled daze, I greedily licked the cum off her fingers and hand, and in a moment all two she was satisfied that I'd got it all. Just as I was catching my breath, the dildo was pushed back into my mouth again, only this time Hannah decided to play a little rougher. She started to fuck my mouth with her fake cock, holding my head as she fed it to me in long, hard strokes. It wasn't long before the tip was catching the back of my throat, making me gag. The dildo was soon dripping with my saliva as I fought back the urge to throw up.
"Oh, you're quite a good cocksucker, aren't you dear? That's right, make sure you get it all, sweetie," she mockingly encouraged as she held it deep in my aching throat. My jaw felt like it was about to drop off and tears filled my eyes from the retching and gagging.
I felt that my shame was now complete as I knelt before her, sucking my own cum from a rubber cock as she fed it to me, like her cocksucking whore. But boy, was I wrong. There was much worse to come.
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