He Turned Me Into a Needy and Obedient Slut — Part 1

There was no tenderness, no finesse as he pushed himself into my mouth. This was exactly what I wanted; I had craved this fantasy, and I had finally found the man to help me realize it.

Richard arrived at six o’clock, punctual, as I knew he would be. I had been in a high state of arousal all day. He had forbidden me to touch myself from the morning and the frantic fingering and dildo play he had me go through had only heightened the excitement between my legs.

“Please,” I begged as he entered the apartment. “Please, just let me have one.”

“No!” was his inevitable and concise answer.

“But… I’m so wet and my clit is throbbing…” I kept begging, but he remained unhinged.

Richard’s authority was arousing and I experienced a renewed twist of desire between my legs as my pussy gushed. I had spent long masturbatory hours imagining this evening with him.

“Just look at it!” I said slumping on the couch and lifting my knees high and wide, revealing my soaking wet underwear, before yanking it to one side.

I watched him look down between my legs and then sit on the coffee table in front of me.

“Is my little slut feeling nasty?”

“Mhm,” I moaned in response, biting my lower lip.

“Well, I think I’m going to have to punish you for being such a whore,” Richard said as he leaned down, his face close to mine.

“What? What are you going to do to me?” I asked, my hand moving toward my aching cunt.

I just couldn’t help it; I was so, so turned on. The tingle in my clitoris turned suddenly savage at the brush of my fingertip.

“Are you going to make me do something bad?” I asked, taking a deep breath.

“Stop right now!” Richard’s response came instantly.

Anticipation tickled and my pussy gushed yet again. My hand hovered over my body. I could feel the heat of my excitement and was nearly too far gone to stop. I was growing more desperate to rub myself. I simply wanted to plunge three fingers into my opening. My pussy clenched, my clit pulsed, and my breasts ached. Even the cotton tee shirt tight across my chest felt rough against my nipples and merely heightened the desire to masturbate. The mental image of his cock, erect and threatening came into my mind.

“I’m so fucking horny,” I groaned in frustration.

“Give me your hands,” he commanded and I instantly obeyed.

He reached into the small duffle bag he’d carried, and suddenly, I found my wrists bound.

“What…?” I began, but he cut me short.

“Don’t say a word,” he said and yanked at the cords causing them to bite into my skin. “You don’t speak unless I say so. Do you understand?”

He snatched at the rope to emphasize the point and I nodded.

“Now, you just sit there and keep your hands away from your cunt,” he warned.

I watched him calmly unzip his jeans. He eased his already semi-erect cock into view and lifted it in his hand. He gave two short tugs and the thing thickened and grew abruptly. I stared as the beauty of his penis unraveled. I was mesmerized. I stared at it, thrilled by every bump and vein on its irregular surface. The head of his cock looked huge; all purple and angry. My pussy clenched when I imagined the sensation of having his massive tool inside my slender body. God, I wanted it now. I wanted him to use me… hard!

I groaned and wriggled my ass against the couch, in an effort to find friction against the itch in my pussy while Richard sneered at me and laughed.

“You want this cock, slut?” he asked waving his erection from side to side. “You’re squirming as though your cunt’s burning.”

He stepped closer to me and took a fistful of my hair, pulling it tight in his grip. He pushed his cock in my face and rubbed its length against my lips. I felt the smear of his excitement as the pre-cum leaked from the slit of his cock. He used his cock to spread his juices across my skin before pushing against my lips.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered and tugged at my hair, and of course, my lips parted instantly.

There was no tenderness, no finesse as he stabbed himself into my mouth. I felt my lips stretch to accommodate the imposing girth of him as he filled my mouth. I tried to open my throat as much as I could, to accommodate the invading cock but I soon realized the choking sensation is arousing me. This was exactly what I wanted; I had craved this fantasy, and I had finally found the man to help me realize it.

At last, he pulled out of my mouth. I gasped while long slivers of saliva dribbled and hung from my chin. A heavy link of spit connected his cock to my lips for a few moments and hung suspended before breaking and dripping onto my t-shirt.

Before I could even properly catch my breath, he stooped low and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I returned the kiss with ardor, groaning into his mouth as his hand moved between my thighs. Our tongues danced when his fingers found my aching cunt.

“You dirty slut,” he whispered when he broke the kiss. “Your thighs are soaked!”

I responded by opening my legs further and by trying to force myself onto his fingers. There was a squelch when his fingers delved deep. I wanted him to feel my desperation. I wanted him to feel how hot and wet my desire was. I groaned at the sensation of his thumb brushing against my clitoris for an instant and I spread my thighs even wider to accommodate him.

“See how wet you are?” he asked as he lifted his hand from the hot place between my legs and examined his fingers.

A sly smile spread on his face, and then he pushed his dripping fingers into my mouth.

“Taste yourself, slut.”

I closed my eyes and slurped at his hand, relishing the depravity of what he was ordering me to do. I felt so wanton, so absolved of responsibility, so liberated. The whole experience was exhilarating. I was free to be as brazen and as depraved as he would allow me to be. I was in an ecstasy of supreme liberation, and I adored it. I wanted to submit to his will.

“Now sit and watch me while I pleasure my cock.”

He pushed me back into the couch and stepped back. He took his hard cock in his fist and jerked his hand up and down the length.

I just sat there, wide-eyed and wide-legged, desperate to touch my burning pussy, while he jerked off in front of me. Richard’s fist moved quickly, he cupped his balls in his palm and groaned with pleasure while the urgency of his wanking increased.

“You like watching, don’t you, slut?”

I desperately nodded, rubbing my pussy back and forth on the couch.

“Look at you, panting for my cock. Your cunt’s so wet you even stained the couch.”

He grunted and convulsed, his body bent. I watched as his fist blurred. Even my breath was coming in gulps and gasps as I shared his excitement.

“Cum on me!” I blurted, unable to control myself.

He lurched towards me, pulling my hair tight with his free hand, while the other kept pumping at his cock. He pulled my head back by my hair and aimed his cock at my face.

As his warm semen erupted, he gave a mighty growl. Warm cum slapped against my cheeks and chin with a force that made me gasp. Richard sighed and moaned, while even more stuff spurted from his cock and landed over my lips and even on my t-shirt.

Eventually, his penis ceased its relentless spurting. He sighed and released my hair from his grip, surveying the ruin he had wrought.

“Now you look like the slut you truly are,” he spoke in a breathless whisper.

And indeed, I did.

“Wash my cum off your face, and then we’ll be going out.”

Richard untied my wrists and I immediately ran to the bathroom. I bathed as he’d ordered and had to fight the urge to touch myself while lying in the hot water. My body was desperate for release, but I knew that if I succumbed to my desire, I would risk losing him.

It had taken me long enough to find Richard. In order for my fantasy to be enacted effectively, I required a certain type of man. My fantasy was quite simple, but finding the right man was hard. I had to find someone I could trust. There were several male friends I could rely on, none of whom I was willing to share my secret with.

Then, I found him, or to be more precise, we had found each other. When we first met, his mere presence intimidated me. Before we’d exchanged a single word, I had recognized that he would understand me. Circumstances were complicated, the risks enormous, but now, here he was, taking control of me.

When I re-emerged from the bathroom, Richard was languidly stroking his cock.

“Put these clothes on,” he commanded and I obeyed without a word.

He already placed each piece of clothing on the coffee table. Every item was brand new: the boots, the corset, the stockings.

I applied my make-up and dressed. When I was ready, I stood in front of him, awaiting a response. The boiling of my unbearable lust subsided while he studied me calmly, running his fist up and down the length of his cock.

Why was he so quiet? Was he displeased? I knew I had an attractive body and men lusted after me, but somehow Richard was different. What was he thinking?

His eyes wandered from my boots to my eyes. I watched when his eyes fixed on my smooth vulva, all bare and exposed. The stare made me feel open and vulnerable.

“You look like the perfect slut.”

His words and weighted look caused me a flush of embarrassment and my sex flooded once again. I felt the heat rise between my legs as the pulses of excitement grew. I eyed his thick member as it lay along his belly; the head of it fell well above his belly button. He had ceased his masturbation but continued to study me thoughtfully. I looked back at him, avoiding his gaze, but that cock mesmerized me.

I mentally pictured myself straddling him and lifting that gorgeous penis toward my body. I imagined vividly what his hard length would feel like pushing into me. Once more, the desire to touch my cunt overwhelmed me.

“Come here. Kneel on the sofa next to me, push your hips back, and show me how hot you are.”

I knelt beside him and pushed my ass to him.

“Good slut! Now pull your ass cheeks apart and show me your dirty hole.”

While I spread my ass cheeks wide for him, I closed my eyes and imagined him studying my most intimate place. I knew he was examining my anus, but also realized that the pressure from my fingertips must also be pulling my labia open. I saw myself exposed to his stare, my holes gaping vulnerably. I experienced a wave of humiliation that aroused me even more. It was exactly as I’d wanted it to be.

Then I felt his hand on my lower back.

“You little slut,” he whispered in my ear and I gasped as I felt him nudge my opening.

As though he was claiming his right, he pushed the head of his cock between my pussy lips. With barely a thrust from his hips, in one sinking move, Richard slid into my cunt. He pulled me back so my ass rested against his stomach and laid claim to his bitch.

I orgasmed instantly. All the frustration at my enforced and extended self-denial let loose the instant I realized that his cock was inside me. My pussy clenched around his hard member, and the waves of my orgasm spread through my body as I pushed back into him, desperate to feel more of that thing I had craved for so many hours.

“You are such a slut,” he said and began to move his cock in and out. “You came all over my cock!”

“Yes,” I whimpered as my climax rolled on. “I came for you.”

“No, you came because you’re a needy slut. It could have been any other cock. Anyone can make you cum.”

His fingers dug into my hips as he rammed into me.

“And I’m going to prove it.”

He gave another huge groan and I felt the spurts of his cum hit my cervix. The sensation of those fragile spurts sent me over the edge again. This time I moaned and sighed with the pleasure of feeling his cum inside me.

“Put your coat on, slut, we’re leaving,” Richard said and stuffed his cock into his pants.

I had no choice but to put the coat on over my semi-nude body, and, with his cum oozing from my pussy, I followed him to his car.

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