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Part 6
Riley spent the next few days on Cloud 9. Losing her virginity had been everything and more that she could have hoped for. She had to keep reminding herself that he was married, and that only a couple days previously she had seen him fucking someone else, but she couldn't help feeling that they had made a true emotional connection. She just hoped, when she caught herself slipping into soppy romantic thoughts, that she wasn't being the "silly little girl" that he had once called her. He was so much older and more worldly than her, and so clever - what could he really see in her? But then again; the way that he had kissed her and held her...
She was surprised at some of the pictures that kept popping back into her head about their love making. She remembered how it had felt when he had suddenly jammed his cock so deep into her mouth that it nearly went down her throat, and held it there until she started to struggle. She remembered how he had slapped her face, and her breast, and was excited by these memories as much as that of him holding her so tight as he came in her.
She realised, with a sense of delicious mischief, that she was much naughtier than she had known, and this was only underlined when she woke from a dream where he had her tied up and was pounding her from behind (like she had seen him fuck Emily).
She made herself cum with her fingers on her clit as she thought about that.
She even checked out her bottom in the mirror, examining her anus like she never had before, noticing its tight pinkness and still felt a bit puzzled as to what he had wanted to do with it. It had felt nice when he'd licked it, although that was nothing compared to when he'd done her pussy. She started playing with herself again as she thought about that.
In his own way, he too had had his equilibrium disturbed by this delicate, sweet and innocent creature. He was devoted to his wife; nothing would get in the way of that, but he had always needed to fuck other girls, and the University (although strictly prohibiting such contact) had always provided easy opportunities to exploit. The other girls, though had always been experienced, and usually promiscuous, and he found himself in uncharted territory with Riley. He found her innocence so alluring; partly because he could see how he could shape her as he wished, but he was only more dimly aware that she was somehow capturing him at a different, more primal level. There was something so precious, so sweet and beautiful, about her that he yearned both to possess and love her.
He had also been surprised by her compliance and enthusiasm - could her innocent appearance belie a hidden and as yet undeveloped slut?
All of which meant that the next time they met, the air was charged with expectation; Riley shy, him hungry.
Riley's shyness melted as he welcomed her with a bear hug, followed quickly by a deep kiss; her stretching on tiptoes up to his mouth.
He resolved the problem of their differing heights by picking her up under the ass, as if she was weightless, enabling her to wrap her legs around him and concentrate on the business of kissing.
He peeled her top off, with her bra following rapidly after.
"So, Miss Riley, what's today's lesson plan?" he said, playfully teasing a nipple with his spare hand.
"I can chose?"
"Mmmm, just for today, but don't get used to it."
She thought for a second.
"Can I play with your thing some more?"
"My thing? What the fuck is that?"
She gave a cheeky leer.
"Your penis, your cock, your fucking enormous dick! I wanna suck your big cock and lick your balls!"
"Really? You think you could handle that?" he said, his cock already uncomfortable in his pants.
"Uh huh", she nodded coyly.
He dropped her to the floor, and unzipped, pulling both his cock and balls out through his fly and stroking his cock to full erection. As she moved her face in, he slapped her face with it, then again, then, as she opened her mouth hungrily, he stuffed it in, giving it a couple thrusts before withdrawing and slapping it on her some more.
"Mmmm, you're being mean," she said.
"You still sure you can handle it? What do you need to say?"
He stroked it in front of her eyes as she almost literally drooled with lust for it.
"Please can I suck your dick?"
"Uh, close. What's missing?"
"Please can I suck your dick, Sir?"
"Better," he said, and again penetrated her mouth, and holding the back of her head started face fucking her.
She kept right in there, despite gagging on it, her eyes filling with tears, and she was rewarded with him releasing her head, letting her adore his sopping wet cock at her own pace, licking it from his balls to the head, working the head in her mouth, stroking the shaft in her little hand.
When he couldn't take any more he again jammed his cock as deep as it would go in her mouth, frustrated to see half of it still outside, and tested her, with his hand on her head, to see how long she would take her suffocation before complaining. As her eyes widened and she started punching at his thighs he let her fall back, gasping for breath.
"Too much?"
She shook her head vigorously, still unable to speak. He was impressed. He lifted her face and kissed her gently.
"I so need to teach you to deep throat," he said, and was again rewarded by his favourite look of hers, a puzzled, innocent, trusting willingness.
He finished undressing her, and got himself naked, again stroking himself as he stood over her.
"And your next request is..?"
She looked thoughtful, and then slightly shy.
"I want you to do me like you did Emily."
He briefly wondered how she knew what he did with Emily, before remembering the little bit that she had seen.
"Okay, I think I could live with that," he said smiling at her.
He turned her around so that she was face down into the armchair, with her pert buttocks sticking up in the air behind her. He couldn't resist tasting her pussy - deeply- before putting his cock between her buttocks and drawing it down the crevice. Her cheeks were way too firm to squeeze around his shaft, but it was a heavenly place to be. He paused at her asshole and pointed it in long enough to just lubricate it with his precum, which he then massaged in.
He slid his cock down to her other entrance, and lined it up as he held her hips, ready to push it in.
She braced herself, knowing that, as only her second time, it was going to be a stretch, but the shock she got wasn't the one she expected as suddenly his hand smacked down hard on her butt cheek.
"Ouch!"
"What do you want, Riley?"
"I want you to fuck me," she said.
SLAP.
"I want you to fuck me , Sir!"
SMACK.
"How do you want me to fuck you, Riley?"
"I wanna be fucked real good, Sir"
SLAP.
"You want to be fucked really well, is that it?"
"Mmmmm, yeah."
SMACK.
"Yes Sir, I mean, Yes Sir, Sir."
Taking pity on the writhing ass in front of him, he started to push his cock into her, just the head enough to stretch her wide, but keeping the pressure up so that half his shaft disappeared into her.
She thrilled with the sensation, the pleasure centres in her brain glowing, then, SLAP, her ass writhing again as she tried to accommodate the mixture of pain and pleasure stimulations. Already her bottom was bright red from his stinging hits, and he took a few moments to massage them as he started to move in and out of her. He noticed with some compassion how little padding her buttocks provided, then smacked her again.
"Is this the fucking you needed?" he checked with her.
"Oh my God, yes Sir." she cooed.
He worked her pussy harder, then, as she came to the edge of her first orgasm, he stopped dead, buried inside her, reached up to her shoulders, and with both hands scratched her all down her back to her ass, his nails marking her like claws.
She yelped, burying her face in the cushion, determined to show him that she could take anything that he could throw at her.
He admired the tightness of her body as he started pounding into her again; her small frame, not an ounce of surplus fat, and all her muscles tense under her skin as he took her to the edge. He reached under her and held her small breasts, teasing her nipples, as he forced her into her first, shattering orgasm, her body quivering, as she screamed in the intensity of it.
He backed right off the pace, letting her recover from her cum, and teasing himself; focussing on the feel of her so tight vagina walls as they moved up and down his cock.
He bent over, hugging her and kissing the sweat from her neck.
"I want more, Sir," she said, "do it again, please," she pleaded.
He looked down at her small body, so obviously showing the effects of what he had given her already, and momentarily wondered what on Earth was driving this girl's hunger in only her second ever experience of full sex.
He shrugged and lost the thought as he saw her tiny asshole winking at him from between her hard buttocks. Inspired he raised the pace of his fucking, giving her long hard strokes as he started to tease it with his index finger. Taking some wetness from their join, he started gently pushing at her hole, and she whimpered as her sphincter allowed entrance to the tip of his finger. He just held it there, inserted to the first knuckle; the motion of their bodies putting enough stimulation through there as his lust took hold and he started to lose control.
Riley moved her hand between her legs; feeling around his cock at the point it entered her young body, weighing up his swinging balls, and rubbing her clit to ensure that she came with him.
He grabbed the front of her thighs and pulled her against him as he came; her pussy milking him as her own convulsions ripped through her.
Drenched in sweat he collapsed on her; utterly spent, utterly addicted to her sweet, but willing, sexuality.
She looked up at him with puppy eyes;
"Was I as good as Emily?" she asked.
He looked at her in amazement as he realised what had happened.
"Is that what that was all about? You wanted to try to be like Emily?"
Her silence confirmed it. He snuggled her in closer, absent mindedly playing with one of her tiny nipples.
"You so have nothing to worry about there, you sweet thing. I think you might just be from different planets you're so dissimilar, but you just need to be you. I wouldn't want you any other way. You're just perfect."
She positively purred as she closed her eyes and started to doze in his arms.
Part 7
As the days and weeks went past, and their love making became more of a regular habit, Riley realised a number of things. First was how she had become addicted to him; she couldn't wait to see him and fantasised all the time about them being together.
Secondly, she noticed that each time they made love he pushed her a little further; introducing a new skill, or just stretching her capacity or stamina a measure further.
Thirdly, the penny dropped that even when he had asked her what she wanted, he had only used that as a starting place, an inspiration if you like, for whatever it was he wanted to do to her.
Finally, she realised that the more he controlled her, the more helpless she was, the more she was liking it. She trusted him totally, and gave herself up to him completely, and that was the best feeling ever.
He was skilled in his manipulation of her body, and took care to never mark her, but on the one occasion that she was left with a bruise on her wrist, from him restraining her too tightly; rather than hiding it, she displayed it to the whole world with pride as what her man had done to her (as if the world would notice!).
Something was noticed though. When she visited home for the first time that term, before they even got home from the station her younger brother had announced to their parents, "Riley's lost her virginity!" Whether he was just being an idiot, or whether he really had picked up something, who knows, but it made her blush, and her parents were mad with him.
Something had also changed at Uni. There was no doubt that the boys on her course had started noticing her more. She had felt invisible before, as if they hadn't seen her as something sexual, but she was aware of their eyes following her, and whereas previously that would have made her more shy, she now quite u*********sly had a little extra wiggle into her butt, and held her shoulders back a touch. Not that she would flirt though; she wasn't remotely interested in anyone else, it just reflected her new confidence and sexuality. She would probably have laughed at the thought that a boy of her own age would be able to satisfy her now.
He had been quite rough with her though, when he fucked her on her back once he had twisted her nipples hard, and then kept slapping her tits, leaving his finger marks on them, until they just went red all over. She could cope with the pain, but more enjoyed the heat and buzzing sensations afterwards as all her nerve endings stayed in overdrive.
He had put his hands around her throat too, and one time it did seem like he might have lost control of himself, but he released her just before she lost consciousness but not until she'd had an orgasm that really did feel like a "little death".
She wondered where this would end; whether he needed to up the ante every time to maintain his excitement , or whether he was still just training her. She knew however that the journey was one she wanted to take, and hoped that she could take whatever he would send her way. She trusted him, given the tenderness that he had shown her, that he wouldn't do anything to harm her.
He had explored her ass and her throat more but without much success at either end, she was just too small. He did however love how she writhed as he slipped his finger up her ass when they were fucking, and he loved the sensation of his cock plugging her throat, even if she didn't know how to, or couldn't physically, fit it down there.
The first time he came in her mouth was unforgettable. He had already fucked her and made her cum over and over on his cock, so when he started fucking her mouth it was slick with her pussy juice before her saliva added more lubrication. He didn't think to warn her, and she was just concentrating on riding his bucking cock with her mouth as best she could. Suddenly she was drowning in a flood of cum. She clamped her lips around his shaft, not wishing to lose a drop, sucking and licking on his fat cock as it continued to relentlessly spray her epiglottis. She finally fell back, gasping for air, eyes wide and teary, cum dribbling down her chin. He kissed her right there, right in the mess of it, telling her what an amazing baby slut she was becoming, then made her hold his cum in her mouth like a paint pot, dipping his fingers in, then painting her face with it.
He took her photo just like that; sprawled, frosted, and happy; and kissed her again, before allowing her to swallow and clean herself up.
His wife was, as expected, pregnant, and his first response to that news was to shut himself off from Riley. He told her that he couldn't see her anymore, which led her to get more drunk than she ever had in her young life, and ended with her sobbing in a heap. He quickly found though that his wife's new status didn't diminish his need for Riley, and, although he tried to resist, it wasn't long before she was again screaming in ecstasy as his long cock lifted her in the air.
Despite this, he couldn't wait for his wife's belly to grow and for her breasts to swell, and he wondered how kinky he was in being desperate to taste her milk. However being pregnant somehow elevated the dignity of her womanhood above mere fucking. He had always placed her on a pedestal, but it had gotten higher, and it wouldn't seem right anymore to play sex games with the mother of his c***d.
So he needed Riley and Emily only more. His wife had always known that he wasn't faithful to her; she could hardly miss it when he came home sometimes reeking of pussy. She recognised that he had an extraordinary sex drive, in the same way that his intellect was on a different level to anyone she had ever met (which she found a massive turn on in itself), and that she couldn't meet all of his various sexual needs alone. In the early days of their relationship they had tried a threesome with another girl, but she wasn't attracted to girls at all, and they ended up just competing for his cock; which might have been fun for him, but not so much for her (although she did win!) So since then she had just tacitly agreed to be blind to his "hobby", as she thought that was all it was.
A conference came up in the capital city towards the end of term and he was invited to give the key note lecture. Previously he had always taken pleasure in going to these things alone, having found that there would always be groupees amongst the student attendees who wanted the trophy of sleeping with a big name in the field. As one night stands he was never rough with them but enjoyed the pleasure of having a novel fucktoy. This time, however, he was amused to discover that he couldn't resist the thought of having Riley to himself for a whole couple of days.
They would have to be good around the conference, acting like professor and research assistant, but the hotel and city was big enough for them to disappear into for most of the time. Riley was of course utterly thrilled and beside herself when he told her, and when they were on the train she delighted in shocking the other passengers by snuggling on his lap, and snogging him lewdly. The age difference wasn't such that they were mistaken for father and daughter, but she looked so young, and him so worldly-wise that something just looked off - although at least one of the other passengers quite obviously would have liked to have swopped places.
When they got to the hotel they checked into their two adjoining rooms, but she went straight to him and they barely got the door shut before they were ripping each other's clothes off and fucking like a****ls on the bed. It felt so good to be in a bed; such a luxury after his office.
After taking the edge off their lust, they showered and dressed. He helped dress her, putting her in a tight vest top that left her midriff bare, and that she would usually only wear under a shirt, and a skirt with no panties underneath, before they went out to dinner in the red light district.
It was the first time they'd been out in public and she thrilled at walking along the street hand in hand. She noticed how he moved with effortless athleticism, his ass tight in his jeans, and his massively powerful arms and shoulders apparent under his crisp white shirt. Other women obviously noticed him and she glowed with pride to be with him.
He took her to a sex shop before dinner; she, amazed at all the sexy clothing, enjoyed fondling the leather and rubber paraphernalia. They chose a ball gag, a leather riding crop and some clamps that he thought may be useful, together with some restraints that would work with their hotel bed.
He then took her out for a pizza, enjoying the way her tiny nipples poked through her top and how the waiters were so obviously lusting after her. She loved being out with him and being the centre of attention, drinking a bit too much red wine, displaying her so smooth arm pits by playing with her hair; letting her small breasts stretch the material of her top as she arched her back.
He gave her a lecture about BDSM, being very serious as he taught her about safe words (which made her giggle), but she solemnly swore that she did understand and would always stop him if she felt uncomfortable.
She was so turned on by his physicality sitting opposite him; just by him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, showing his strong forearms and dexterous hands.
Afterwards he took her to a sex cinema. Riley was a bit scared and wasn't sure she wanted to do it. She was surprised to see a sign saying that ladies got in free as he led her by the hand into the darkness of the cinema.
She couldn't really make out the surroundings, but on the screen was a close up view of a massively magnified cock plunging into a girl's anus accompanied by her very fake moaning and groaning. The camera pulled back to show her sucking on another cock.
Riley was aware of the smell of male sex hanging over the room, and as he led her to their seats, had a vague sense of other people in the darkness around them.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out perhaps 10 men dotted around the cinema, mainly sat on their own; although she could see two men together in the front row. She could only see those on the rows opposite with any clarity but she got a strong impression that most were playing with themselves, either under their clothing, or flagrantly with their dicks out.
After a while she realised that most were turning every now and then to check her out, and she suddenly feared that the action they were really interested in wasn't on the screen -they could after all be at home on the internet if they just wanted to watch porn! She retreated for safety more deeply into her man's arms, but he seemed engrossed in the screen action, although he did drop the arm he had around her into a position where he could play with her far nipple.
After a few minutes he unzipped himself and pulled out his hard dick.
"Stroke it for me," he ordered. She reached across as discretely as she could manage, not wanting anyone to see, and started masturbating him, pretending to be just watching the film. In truth it was fascinating her. Now the girl on screen had one huge cock in her pussy and another in her ass. She had had no idea that was even possible but it looked insanely intense.
She noticed that the other men's looks had become more frequent and blatant now although no-one had moved.
"Go down on me," he said.
She looked at him pleadingly, but then reluctantly complied, shifting her ass across on the seat so she could get her head down to his lap. She took his engorged head in her mouth, working it slowly as he put his hand on the back of her head and continued enjoying his film.
She couldn't see what was happening around them, but she felt sure she could hear movement. She felt her skirt being drawn up but had no idea whose hand was on her pussy. She couldn't stop herself from lifting her head to look and to her relief saw that it was his, but they were now surrounded by other men, a couple leaning over the seat backs in front to have a good look, and another standing in the aisle, openly wanking over her.
He gave her his finger to taste, which just confirmed what she already knew- that she was sopping wet. She dropped her head again to continue sucking him. Either it was against the unwritten rules, or his body language was making it clear, but no-one dared to touch her, and after a few minutes more he said "I think we've given enough of a show for today," and he tucked his cock back into his flies and they quickly left, her suppressing a giggle at the outrageousness of what she had just done.
As they rode back in a taxi to the hotel he whispered in her ear, "I should have fucked you in there, should we go back?" She shook her head but the idea was kinda exciting. They did continue to give the taxi driver a thrill though, as he had his hand up her skirt most of the way back as they French kissed passionately.
As soon as they got back to his room he undressed her, tied her hands behind her back and gagged her.
He stood in front of her looking down at her upturned face.
"I want you to understand that I love you and that this is just a game for us to play."
He twisted her hard nipple between his fingers, "You can tell me to stop anytime you want, and I will at once. Is that understood; you remember how to do the safe signal?" She nodded at him, already struggling with the ball gag in her mouth, but utterly determined that whatever he chose to do to her, she would somehow rise above it.
He stroked her soaking wet cunt as he looked at her thoughtfully.
"Where do we start, my little slave girl? How do we teach you what it means to be owned?"
He grabbed her wrists and dragged her to the bed, throwing her face down. He put a couple pillows under her hips so her cute ass was sticking way up on display. He got the riding switch and drew it up over her pussy lips before bringing it down hard on her small, firm buttocks. She yelped into her gag and immediately a welt appeared, then another and another as he beat her bottom mercilessly.
As a little blood appeared around the worst of her marks he paused, bending down to taste it, and to caress her soreness.
"Poor baby," he said before following up with another half dozen vicious strokes.
She was crying to herself now, not making any noise, but mutely suffering the intense pain. The whole of her bottom felt on fire.
He paused again to lick her asshole, before putting some harsh strokes onto the back of her slimly muscled thighs.
He stood back to examine his work; her backside and thighs covered in an insane road map of welts.
He parted her legs and finished this first part of her session with some measured strikes on her pussy, enough to make her yell out loud.
He flipped her over, re-tying her wrists to the head board.
"After the pain comes the pleasure," he said, diving between her thighs and feasting on her pussy.
It was amazing how quickly the pleasure feelings masked the pain and she came to a crashing orgasm on his tongue as he worked her clit. He moved up and kissed her lips over her gag, mixing her cum with her dribbling saliva.
He turned his attention to her breasts, slapping them, before reaching for the clamps. He fastened them on her little nipples tight enough to make her squeal and squirm, then pulled on them to stretch her tiny tits into elongated cones.
He put two fingers in her cunt, palm up and slightly bent so that as he finger fucked her he hit her g spot every time, then staring into her eyes he drummed his finger tips right on it, making her scream and squirt for the first time in her young life. He then used his fingers roughly on her clit, forcing another cum out of her, as he tormented her breasts some more.
He undid her gag, replacing it immediately with his cock, enjoying how her mouth was full of her saliva, and fucked it mercilessly, with each thrust hitting the back of her throat so she was always on the edge of choking.
He looked down at the tiny sweetness of her body, her pretty face looking so incongruous being destroyed by his huge dick, but it just made him fuck her face harder, jamming his cock down her throat and holding it there till she was ready to pass out.
He finally relented, letting her fall back limply, covered in both their sweat, hands still tied above her head, her legs falling together on one side.
His cock felt as hard and engorged as it had ever been in his life and despite her state he had to have more.
He spread her legs, and lifted her ankles to her head so that she was folded in half, and holding her ankles he slammed into her, hitting her cervix with his first stroke, pounding her poor delicate pussy into submission with his uncontrollable lust.
She pulled on her wrist restraints, desperate to hold him, but she couldn't move, her orgasm building again as she looked into his eyes, which looked something less than human in his sexual trance state.
He dug his nails into her back and dragged them down her sore flesh as he exploded into her, his body jerking and spasming with an orgasm more intense than he had ever experienced.
He collapsed onto her, almost crushing her, but utterly spent for the moment, and she tenderly nuzzled his neck and face, scared, but still loving him: in awe at the violent passion that he had just expressed.
Even in her inexperienced state she knew that that couldn't be how normal men had sex, that she had just been on the receiving end of something of devastating power, and that she had ridden out the hurricane to the eye of the storm.
Still unable to hold him in her arms she wrapped her legs around him more tightly, locking his soft dick inside her, never wanting to let him go.
Riley spent the next few days on Cloud 9. Losing her virginity had been everything and more that she could have hoped for. She had to keep reminding herself that he was married, and that only a couple days previously she had seen him fucking someone else, but she couldn't help feeling that they had made a true emotional connection. She just hoped, when she caught herself slipping into soppy romantic thoughts, that she wasn't being the "silly little girl" that he had once called her. He was so much older and more worldly than her, and so clever - what could he really see in her? But then again; the way that he had kissed her and held her...
She was surprised at some of the pictures that kept popping back into her head about their love making. She remembered how it had felt when he had suddenly jammed his cock so deep into her mouth that it nearly went down her throat, and held it there until she started to struggle. She remembered how he had slapped her face, and her breast, and was excited by these memories as much as that of him holding her so tight as he came in her.
She realised, with a sense of delicious mischief, that she was much naughtier than she had known, and this was only underlined when she woke from a dream where he had her tied up and was pounding her from behind (like she had seen him fuck Emily).
She made herself cum with her fingers on her clit as she thought about that.
She even checked out her bottom in the mirror, examining her anus like she never had before, noticing its tight pinkness and still felt a bit puzzled as to what he had wanted to do with it. It had felt nice when he'd licked it, although that was nothing compared to when he'd done her pussy. She started playing with herself again as she thought about that.
In his own way, he too had had his equilibrium disturbed by this delicate, sweet and innocent creature. He was devoted to his wife; nothing would get in the way of that, but he had always needed to fuck other girls, and the University (although strictly prohibiting such contact) had always provided easy opportunities to exploit. The other girls, though had always been experienced, and usually promiscuous, and he found himself in uncharted territory with Riley. He found her innocence so alluring; partly because he could see how he could shape her as he wished, but he was only more dimly aware that she was somehow capturing him at a different, more primal level. There was something so precious, so sweet and beautiful, about her that he yearned both to possess and love her.
He had also been surprised by her compliance and enthusiasm - could her innocent appearance belie a hidden and as yet undeveloped slut?
All of which meant that the next time they met, the air was charged with expectation; Riley shy, him hungry.
Riley's shyness melted as he welcomed her with a bear hug, followed quickly by a deep kiss; her stretching on tiptoes up to his mouth.
He resolved the problem of their differing heights by picking her up under the ass, as if she was weightless, enabling her to wrap her legs around him and concentrate on the business of kissing.
He peeled her top off, with her bra following rapidly after.
"So, Miss Riley, what's today's lesson plan?" he said, playfully teasing a nipple with his spare hand.
"I can chose?"
"Mmmm, just for today, but don't get used to it."
She thought for a second.
"Can I play with your thing some more?"
"My thing? What the fuck is that?"
She gave a cheeky leer.
"Your penis, your cock, your fucking enormous dick! I wanna suck your big cock and lick your balls!"
"Really? You think you could handle that?" he said, his cock already uncomfortable in his pants.
"Uh huh", she nodded coyly.
He dropped her to the floor, and unzipped, pulling both his cock and balls out through his fly and stroking his cock to full erection. As she moved her face in, he slapped her face with it, then again, then, as she opened her mouth hungrily, he stuffed it in, giving it a couple thrusts before withdrawing and slapping it on her some more.
"Mmmm, you're being mean," she said.
"You still sure you can handle it? What do you need to say?"
He stroked it in front of her eyes as she almost literally drooled with lust for it.
"Please can I suck your dick?"
"Uh, close. What's missing?"
"Please can I suck your dick, Sir?"
"Better," he said, and again penetrated her mouth, and holding the back of her head started face fucking her.
She kept right in there, despite gagging on it, her eyes filling with tears, and she was rewarded with him releasing her head, letting her adore his sopping wet cock at her own pace, licking it from his balls to the head, working the head in her mouth, stroking the shaft in her little hand.
When he couldn't take any more he again jammed his cock as deep as it would go in her mouth, frustrated to see half of it still outside, and tested her, with his hand on her head, to see how long she would take her suffocation before complaining. As her eyes widened and she started punching at his thighs he let her fall back, gasping for breath.
"Too much?"
She shook her head vigorously, still unable to speak. He was impressed. He lifted her face and kissed her gently.
"I so need to teach you to deep throat," he said, and was again rewarded by his favourite look of hers, a puzzled, innocent, trusting willingness.
He finished undressing her, and got himself naked, again stroking himself as he stood over her.
"And your next request is..?"
She looked thoughtful, and then slightly shy.
"I want you to do me like you did Emily."
He briefly wondered how she knew what he did with Emily, before remembering the little bit that she had seen.
"Okay, I think I could live with that," he said smiling at her.
He turned her around so that she was face down into the armchair, with her pert buttocks sticking up in the air behind her. He couldn't resist tasting her pussy - deeply- before putting his cock between her buttocks and drawing it down the crevice. Her cheeks were way too firm to squeeze around his shaft, but it was a heavenly place to be. He paused at her asshole and pointed it in long enough to just lubricate it with his precum, which he then massaged in.
He slid his cock down to her other entrance, and lined it up as he held her hips, ready to push it in.
She braced herself, knowing that, as only her second time, it was going to be a stretch, but the shock she got wasn't the one she expected as suddenly his hand smacked down hard on her butt cheek.
"Ouch!"
"What do you want, Riley?"
"I want you to fuck me," she said.
SLAP.
"I want you to fuck me , Sir!"
SMACK.
"How do you want me to fuck you, Riley?"
"I wanna be fucked real good, Sir"
SLAP.
"You want to be fucked really well, is that it?"
"Mmmmm, yeah."
SMACK.
"Yes Sir, I mean, Yes Sir, Sir."
Taking pity on the writhing ass in front of him, he started to push his cock into her, just the head enough to stretch her wide, but keeping the pressure up so that half his shaft disappeared into her.
She thrilled with the sensation, the pleasure centres in her brain glowing, then, SLAP, her ass writhing again as she tried to accommodate the mixture of pain and pleasure stimulations. Already her bottom was bright red from his stinging hits, and he took a few moments to massage them as he started to move in and out of her. He noticed with some compassion how little padding her buttocks provided, then smacked her again.
"Is this the fucking you needed?" he checked with her.
"Oh my God, yes Sir." she cooed.
He worked her pussy harder, then, as she came to the edge of her first orgasm, he stopped dead, buried inside her, reached up to her shoulders, and with both hands scratched her all down her back to her ass, his nails marking her like claws.
She yelped, burying her face in the cushion, determined to show him that she could take anything that he could throw at her.
He admired the tightness of her body as he started pounding into her again; her small frame, not an ounce of surplus fat, and all her muscles tense under her skin as he took her to the edge. He reached under her and held her small breasts, teasing her nipples, as he forced her into her first, shattering orgasm, her body quivering, as she screamed in the intensity of it.
He backed right off the pace, letting her recover from her cum, and teasing himself; focussing on the feel of her so tight vagina walls as they moved up and down his cock.
He bent over, hugging her and kissing the sweat from her neck.
"I want more, Sir," she said, "do it again, please," she pleaded.
He looked down at her small body, so obviously showing the effects of what he had given her already, and momentarily wondered what on Earth was driving this girl's hunger in only her second ever experience of full sex.
He shrugged and lost the thought as he saw her tiny asshole winking at him from between her hard buttocks. Inspired he raised the pace of his fucking, giving her long hard strokes as he started to tease it with his index finger. Taking some wetness from their join, he started gently pushing at her hole, and she whimpered as her sphincter allowed entrance to the tip of his finger. He just held it there, inserted to the first knuckle; the motion of their bodies putting enough stimulation through there as his lust took hold and he started to lose control.
Riley moved her hand between her legs; feeling around his cock at the point it entered her young body, weighing up his swinging balls, and rubbing her clit to ensure that she came with him.
He grabbed the front of her thighs and pulled her against him as he came; her pussy milking him as her own convulsions ripped through her.
Drenched in sweat he collapsed on her; utterly spent, utterly addicted to her sweet, but willing, sexuality.
She looked up at him with puppy eyes;
"Was I as good as Emily?" she asked.
He looked at her in amazement as he realised what had happened.
"Is that what that was all about? You wanted to try to be like Emily?"
Her silence confirmed it. He snuggled her in closer, absent mindedly playing with one of her tiny nipples.
"You so have nothing to worry about there, you sweet thing. I think you might just be from different planets you're so dissimilar, but you just need to be you. I wouldn't want you any other way. You're just perfect."
She positively purred as she closed her eyes and started to doze in his arms.
Part 7
As the days and weeks went past, and their love making became more of a regular habit, Riley realised a number of things. First was how she had become addicted to him; she couldn't wait to see him and fantasised all the time about them being together.
Secondly, she noticed that each time they made love he pushed her a little further; introducing a new skill, or just stretching her capacity or stamina a measure further.
Thirdly, the penny dropped that even when he had asked her what she wanted, he had only used that as a starting place, an inspiration if you like, for whatever it was he wanted to do to her.
Finally, she realised that the more he controlled her, the more helpless she was, the more she was liking it. She trusted him totally, and gave herself up to him completely, and that was the best feeling ever.
He was skilled in his manipulation of her body, and took care to never mark her, but on the one occasion that she was left with a bruise on her wrist, from him restraining her too tightly; rather than hiding it, she displayed it to the whole world with pride as what her man had done to her (as if the world would notice!).
Something was noticed though. When she visited home for the first time that term, before they even got home from the station her younger brother had announced to their parents, "Riley's lost her virginity!" Whether he was just being an idiot, or whether he really had picked up something, who knows, but it made her blush, and her parents were mad with him.
Something had also changed at Uni. There was no doubt that the boys on her course had started noticing her more. She had felt invisible before, as if they hadn't seen her as something sexual, but she was aware of their eyes following her, and whereas previously that would have made her more shy, she now quite u*********sly had a little extra wiggle into her butt, and held her shoulders back a touch. Not that she would flirt though; she wasn't remotely interested in anyone else, it just reflected her new confidence and sexuality. She would probably have laughed at the thought that a boy of her own age would be able to satisfy her now.
He had been quite rough with her though, when he fucked her on her back once he had twisted her nipples hard, and then kept slapping her tits, leaving his finger marks on them, until they just went red all over. She could cope with the pain, but more enjoyed the heat and buzzing sensations afterwards as all her nerve endings stayed in overdrive.
He had put his hands around her throat too, and one time it did seem like he might have lost control of himself, but he released her just before she lost consciousness but not until she'd had an orgasm that really did feel like a "little death".
She wondered where this would end; whether he needed to up the ante every time to maintain his excitement , or whether he was still just training her. She knew however that the journey was one she wanted to take, and hoped that she could take whatever he would send her way. She trusted him, given the tenderness that he had shown her, that he wouldn't do anything to harm her.
He had explored her ass and her throat more but without much success at either end, she was just too small. He did however love how she writhed as he slipped his finger up her ass when they were fucking, and he loved the sensation of his cock plugging her throat, even if she didn't know how to, or couldn't physically, fit it down there.
The first time he came in her mouth was unforgettable. He had already fucked her and made her cum over and over on his cock, so when he started fucking her mouth it was slick with her pussy juice before her saliva added more lubrication. He didn't think to warn her, and she was just concentrating on riding his bucking cock with her mouth as best she could. Suddenly she was drowning in a flood of cum. She clamped her lips around his shaft, not wishing to lose a drop, sucking and licking on his fat cock as it continued to relentlessly spray her epiglottis. She finally fell back, gasping for air, eyes wide and teary, cum dribbling down her chin. He kissed her right there, right in the mess of it, telling her what an amazing baby slut she was becoming, then made her hold his cum in her mouth like a paint pot, dipping his fingers in, then painting her face with it.
He took her photo just like that; sprawled, frosted, and happy; and kissed her again, before allowing her to swallow and clean herself up.
His wife was, as expected, pregnant, and his first response to that news was to shut himself off from Riley. He told her that he couldn't see her anymore, which led her to get more drunk than she ever had in her young life, and ended with her sobbing in a heap. He quickly found though that his wife's new status didn't diminish his need for Riley, and, although he tried to resist, it wasn't long before she was again screaming in ecstasy as his long cock lifted her in the air.
Despite this, he couldn't wait for his wife's belly to grow and for her breasts to swell, and he wondered how kinky he was in being desperate to taste her milk. However being pregnant somehow elevated the dignity of her womanhood above mere fucking. He had always placed her on a pedestal, but it had gotten higher, and it wouldn't seem right anymore to play sex games with the mother of his c***d.
So he needed Riley and Emily only more. His wife had always known that he wasn't faithful to her; she could hardly miss it when he came home sometimes reeking of pussy. She recognised that he had an extraordinary sex drive, in the same way that his intellect was on a different level to anyone she had ever met (which she found a massive turn on in itself), and that she couldn't meet all of his various sexual needs alone. In the early days of their relationship they had tried a threesome with another girl, but she wasn't attracted to girls at all, and they ended up just competing for his cock; which might have been fun for him, but not so much for her (although she did win!) So since then she had just tacitly agreed to be blind to his "hobby", as she thought that was all it was.
A conference came up in the capital city towards the end of term and he was invited to give the key note lecture. Previously he had always taken pleasure in going to these things alone, having found that there would always be groupees amongst the student attendees who wanted the trophy of sleeping with a big name in the field. As one night stands he was never rough with them but enjoyed the pleasure of having a novel fucktoy. This time, however, he was amused to discover that he couldn't resist the thought of having Riley to himself for a whole couple of days.
They would have to be good around the conference, acting like professor and research assistant, but the hotel and city was big enough for them to disappear into for most of the time. Riley was of course utterly thrilled and beside herself when he told her, and when they were on the train she delighted in shocking the other passengers by snuggling on his lap, and snogging him lewdly. The age difference wasn't such that they were mistaken for father and daughter, but she looked so young, and him so worldly-wise that something just looked off - although at least one of the other passengers quite obviously would have liked to have swopped places.
When they got to the hotel they checked into their two adjoining rooms, but she went straight to him and they barely got the door shut before they were ripping each other's clothes off and fucking like a****ls on the bed. It felt so good to be in a bed; such a luxury after his office.
After taking the edge off their lust, they showered and dressed. He helped dress her, putting her in a tight vest top that left her midriff bare, and that she would usually only wear under a shirt, and a skirt with no panties underneath, before they went out to dinner in the red light district.
It was the first time they'd been out in public and she thrilled at walking along the street hand in hand. She noticed how he moved with effortless athleticism, his ass tight in his jeans, and his massively powerful arms and shoulders apparent under his crisp white shirt. Other women obviously noticed him and she glowed with pride to be with him.
He took her to a sex shop before dinner; she, amazed at all the sexy clothing, enjoyed fondling the leather and rubber paraphernalia. They chose a ball gag, a leather riding crop and some clamps that he thought may be useful, together with some restraints that would work with their hotel bed.
He then took her out for a pizza, enjoying the way her tiny nipples poked through her top and how the waiters were so obviously lusting after her. She loved being out with him and being the centre of attention, drinking a bit too much red wine, displaying her so smooth arm pits by playing with her hair; letting her small breasts stretch the material of her top as she arched her back.
He gave her a lecture about BDSM, being very serious as he taught her about safe words (which made her giggle), but she solemnly swore that she did understand and would always stop him if she felt uncomfortable.
She was so turned on by his physicality sitting opposite him; just by him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, showing his strong forearms and dexterous hands.
Afterwards he took her to a sex cinema. Riley was a bit scared and wasn't sure she wanted to do it. She was surprised to see a sign saying that ladies got in free as he led her by the hand into the darkness of the cinema.
She couldn't really make out the surroundings, but on the screen was a close up view of a massively magnified cock plunging into a girl's anus accompanied by her very fake moaning and groaning. The camera pulled back to show her sucking on another cock.
Riley was aware of the smell of male sex hanging over the room, and as he led her to their seats, had a vague sense of other people in the darkness around them.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out perhaps 10 men dotted around the cinema, mainly sat on their own; although she could see two men together in the front row. She could only see those on the rows opposite with any clarity but she got a strong impression that most were playing with themselves, either under their clothing, or flagrantly with their dicks out.
After a while she realised that most were turning every now and then to check her out, and she suddenly feared that the action they were really interested in wasn't on the screen -they could after all be at home on the internet if they just wanted to watch porn! She retreated for safety more deeply into her man's arms, but he seemed engrossed in the screen action, although he did drop the arm he had around her into a position where he could play with her far nipple.
After a few minutes he unzipped himself and pulled out his hard dick.
"Stroke it for me," he ordered. She reached across as discretely as she could manage, not wanting anyone to see, and started masturbating him, pretending to be just watching the film. In truth it was fascinating her. Now the girl on screen had one huge cock in her pussy and another in her ass. She had had no idea that was even possible but it looked insanely intense.
She noticed that the other men's looks had become more frequent and blatant now although no-one had moved.
"Go down on me," he said.
She looked at him pleadingly, but then reluctantly complied, shifting her ass across on the seat so she could get her head down to his lap. She took his engorged head in her mouth, working it slowly as he put his hand on the back of her head and continued enjoying his film.
She couldn't see what was happening around them, but she felt sure she could hear movement. She felt her skirt being drawn up but had no idea whose hand was on her pussy. She couldn't stop herself from lifting her head to look and to her relief saw that it was his, but they were now surrounded by other men, a couple leaning over the seat backs in front to have a good look, and another standing in the aisle, openly wanking over her.
He gave her his finger to taste, which just confirmed what she already knew- that she was sopping wet. She dropped her head again to continue sucking him. Either it was against the unwritten rules, or his body language was making it clear, but no-one dared to touch her, and after a few minutes more he said "I think we've given enough of a show for today," and he tucked his cock back into his flies and they quickly left, her suppressing a giggle at the outrageousness of what she had just done.
As they rode back in a taxi to the hotel he whispered in her ear, "I should have fucked you in there, should we go back?" She shook her head but the idea was kinda exciting. They did continue to give the taxi driver a thrill though, as he had his hand up her skirt most of the way back as they French kissed passionately.
As soon as they got back to his room he undressed her, tied her hands behind her back and gagged her.
He stood in front of her looking down at her upturned face.
"I want you to understand that I love you and that this is just a game for us to play."
He twisted her hard nipple between his fingers, "You can tell me to stop anytime you want, and I will at once. Is that understood; you remember how to do the safe signal?" She nodded at him, already struggling with the ball gag in her mouth, but utterly determined that whatever he chose to do to her, she would somehow rise above it.
He stroked her soaking wet cunt as he looked at her thoughtfully.
"Where do we start, my little slave girl? How do we teach you what it means to be owned?"
He grabbed her wrists and dragged her to the bed, throwing her face down. He put a couple pillows under her hips so her cute ass was sticking way up on display. He got the riding switch and drew it up over her pussy lips before bringing it down hard on her small, firm buttocks. She yelped into her gag and immediately a welt appeared, then another and another as he beat her bottom mercilessly.
As a little blood appeared around the worst of her marks he paused, bending down to taste it, and to caress her soreness.
"Poor baby," he said before following up with another half dozen vicious strokes.
She was crying to herself now, not making any noise, but mutely suffering the intense pain. The whole of her bottom felt on fire.
He paused again to lick her asshole, before putting some harsh strokes onto the back of her slimly muscled thighs.
He stood back to examine his work; her backside and thighs covered in an insane road map of welts.
He parted her legs and finished this first part of her session with some measured strikes on her pussy, enough to make her yell out loud.
He flipped her over, re-tying her wrists to the head board.
"After the pain comes the pleasure," he said, diving between her thighs and feasting on her pussy.
It was amazing how quickly the pleasure feelings masked the pain and she came to a crashing orgasm on his tongue as he worked her clit. He moved up and kissed her lips over her gag, mixing her cum with her dribbling saliva.
He turned his attention to her breasts, slapping them, before reaching for the clamps. He fastened them on her little nipples tight enough to make her squeal and squirm, then pulled on them to stretch her tiny tits into elongated cones.
He put two fingers in her cunt, palm up and slightly bent so that as he finger fucked her he hit her g spot every time, then staring into her eyes he drummed his finger tips right on it, making her scream and squirt for the first time in her young life. He then used his fingers roughly on her clit, forcing another cum out of her, as he tormented her breasts some more.
He undid her gag, replacing it immediately with his cock, enjoying how her mouth was full of her saliva, and fucked it mercilessly, with each thrust hitting the back of her throat so she was always on the edge of choking.
He looked down at the tiny sweetness of her body, her pretty face looking so incongruous being destroyed by his huge dick, but it just made him fuck her face harder, jamming his cock down her throat and holding it there till she was ready to pass out.
He finally relented, letting her fall back limply, covered in both their sweat, hands still tied above her head, her legs falling together on one side.
His cock felt as hard and engorged as it had ever been in his life and despite her state he had to have more.
He spread her legs, and lifted her ankles to her head so that she was folded in half, and holding her ankles he slammed into her, hitting her cervix with his first stroke, pounding her poor delicate pussy into submission with his uncontrollable lust.
She pulled on her wrist restraints, desperate to hold him, but she couldn't move, her orgasm building again as she looked into his eyes, which looked something less than human in his sexual trance state.
He dug his nails into her back and dragged them down her sore flesh as he exploded into her, his body jerking and spasming with an orgasm more intense than he had ever experienced.
He collapsed onto her, almost crushing her, but utterly spent for the moment, and she tenderly nuzzled his neck and face, scared, but still loving him: in awe at the violent passion that he had just expressed.
Even in her inexperienced state she knew that that couldn't be how normal men had sex, that she had just been on the receiving end of something of devastating power, and that she had ridden out the hurricane to the eye of the storm.
Still unable to hold him in her arms she wrapped her legs around him more tightly, locking his soft dick inside her, never wanting to let him go.
Alma
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