Steph Submits! (A True Experience) free porn video

I first met Stephanie when she came to my martial arts class. The flame haired vixen with the hot body and big boobs drew the attention of every guy there and she knew it. Of course, I made sure to add her to my Facebook so that I could jerk off to her pics, something I have done countless times. Over time, we got chatting and we became friends. I will tell you now, very little of her personality made me want to actually be mates with her. She was a real bimbo; shallow, self-centred and desperate for attention. I did so purely on the off-chance I might get a shag. Now you might not think that a guy like me would have chance at scoring with a hottie like this and, I would normally agree. However, our chats on Facebook led me to believe otherwise.
I always managed to get us onto the topic of sex and I was rather pleased to discover that she was very open about her views and opinions and even her experiences. She told me she was a submissive and enjoyed being treated roughly. In fact, the reason she had started at the martial arts class was because she got off on being thrown around by guys. This interested, and I like my bitches submissive. I told her as such. Not using those words of course, but something a little politer.
I told her the things I wished to do. My kink of not simply humiliating a girl, but having her humiliate herself. She found the idea intriguing and wanted to know more. I said that it might be more fun to just show her, if she would give herself to me. She was tempted, so she said, but she had a boyfriend and he was already her master. Typical. Her boyfriend was the same age as her, eighteen and had all the dominating experience of a tapeworm. She told me what he did to her. Tying her up; spanking her; using toys. I found myself yawning.
Sadly, we lost contact when she went to college, but one day, a month or two later, I logged into my Facebook to find an unread message.
Steph: Hey. Are you around? I want to ask you something…
Curious, I replied, giving her my phone number in case I wasn’t online. Within minutes, I received a text message.

I told her I was.
She responded.
I asked her why she was contacting me.

Without any hesitation, I said yes.
She went on to tell me she would only be in town for two nights, so we made arrangements to meet. I was still working as a night watchman, so I told her to come to my work for an interview. She arrived at one in the morning, as I told her to. I had given her no further instructions. She parked up in the alleyway by my work and I went out to meet her. She was wearing a black vest with jeans and trainers. She looked hot as fuck. I greeted her and took her inside and up to one of the changing rooms. I told her to stand in the middle of the room while I took a seat on the sofa.
“So, you really want to be my toy, hmm?” I asked her.
“I really do.” She replied.
“I should warn you, I don’t deal in half measures.” I said. She looked at me, confused. “By that, I mean I don’t take slaves who second guess me. Or refuse to do stuff because they feel it is uncomfortable or scary.”
“Well, I don’t think I…” Steph began. I raised my hand to silence her.
“I know what you are about to say. You have no limits.” She looked at me as I spoke; startled that I had seemingly read her mind. “Don’t say that unless you fucking well mean it. Before we start, you have this one chance to tell me if there is anything you absolutely refuse to be pushed into.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but I advised her to take a moment to think about it. She nodded and pondered for a moment before speaking.
“I know I’ll be scared sometimes. And I might hate some bits… but being treated like that is what I want. I don’t want a master who gives me half-measures either.” She said. I asked her to clarify her meaning, just to be sure. “I have no limits whatsoever, master.”
I smiled, licking my lips in anticipation. I stood up and walked around her, looking closely.
“Strip.” I commanded. I was pleased to see no hesitation from her. She gripped the bottom of her vest and pulled it up over her head. Her bra came off next, releasing those amazing, pendulous breasts that jiggled a little as they dropped from their containers. Fuck me, they looked so firm with no sag at all. She kicked off her trainers and quickly whipped off her jeans and panties together, then returned to her upright stance, stark naked, her hands hanging at her side, not even attempting to cover up her pale skin that was lightly speckled in freckles. “Mmm… very nice.”
I continued to move around her slowly, touching, stroking and groping any part of her I pleased, commenting on each piece. To anyone listening in, it might have sounded like I was inspecting a new car rather than a person. Although, as soon as she called me Master that first time, she stopped being a person as far as I was concerned. She was just a piece of meat now. A pretty toy for my amusement. My hand moved to her pussy, trimmed neatly, leaving only a strip of red hair. It was wet. Very wet. The slut was getting turned on just from this!
“On your knees.” I told her. She complied. “I want to see what you can do. I think you know what I mean.”
I stood in front of her and she looked up at me with those pretty green eyes. I felt myself swelling with excitement.
“Yes master.” She responded. She reached up and unfastened my pants. Pulling them down, my cock sprang out and she grabbed it gently in her hands and began to stroke it eagerly. Once I was hard, she began to use her milky white breasts to massage me. Damn, they felt good. Better than I would have guessed! It did not take her long to move it to her mouth. She sucked it with the enthusiasm of someone who has been very bored of her sex life for a very long time. This was good for me though. I came pretty fucking fast, I can tell you! I didn’t even have to ask her to clean me up, she just did so. What a good little slut.
The rest of that night was pretty much just me testing her out. I had her masturbate for me. I slapped her and threw her around like a rag-doll. Made her rim me and eventually, gave her a damn hard fucking! I enjoyed every minute. Trust me, if you can ever get your hands on a bitch like this, do not pass up the chance! By 4am, I was pretty shattered. So I sat back on the sofa and had her massage my whole body while I napped. Sadly, I had to kick her out before the cleaners arrived. Before she did though, I managed to sc**** together another cum load to plaster her face with. I told her not to wipe it off on her journey home and to send me proof it was still there when she got back. She did. I was very pleased.
I told her to get to sleep and then to meet me at the park for 1pm.
It was a lovely sunny day and Steph arrived at the park gates shortly after I did. I was pleased. She had come dressed as I had instructed; short skirt, heels and a white blouse and of course, there was to be no underwear. She looked amazing as I made her parade around me. Her walking in the heels caused her skirt to bump up enough to show the tops of her stunning legs and the outline of her nipples could be seen through the fabric of the blouse. As I had expected, Steph’s amazingly large breasts filled the blouse almost to bursting. There were slight gaps where the two sides fitted together at the buttons, and as it was not fastened all the way to the top, it showed off an awful lot of her deep, alabaster cleavage.
We started off doing some rather tame things. Having her walk ahead of me, through groups of guys of all ages, making sure her skirt bounced up enough to show ass to them and, having her go to the various drink stalls around the park to buy a drink or just to ask for directions. The elevated position of the vendors always ensured they had a good view of her breasts. This, I should point out, turns me on incredibly. I love seeing guys letching over girls, and I love seeing the girl flirt innocently with them, whilst “unknowingly” allowing them to see more of their body than was decent. I love knowing that later that day, that guy will go home and jerk off to the memory of what they saw.
After an hour or so of warming her up in this way, she seemed to have lost a little of the shyness she had started out with and so, it was time to move onto the more exciting things. Taking one of the bottles of water she had bought, I instructed her to go and sit on a park bench, alone, for a little rest. She was instructed to keep her knees apart. The bench opposite hers was occupied by two middle aged men. They must have been on their lunch breaks as they were sat, chatting and eating sandwiches. She did as she was told, opening her legs wide, though not so wide as it would appear obvious. It didn’t take long for the guys to see her and begin to stare. Steph noticed they had started viewing her pretty pussy, but she was a very good slave, and despite blushing a deep red, she kept her legs open. I took a little walk around to stand behind their bench, keeping just far enough away that they wouldn’t notice me, but not so far that I couldn’t listen.
“What a complete slut!” The first guy said. “No knickers too!”
“Reckon she’s a hooker?” asked the second guy.
The first guy chuckled. “I’d pay whatever she asked for a piece of that. I fucking love redheads.”
“Maybe she’s just on the pull.” suggested the second guy laughing. “Look at her, pretty thing. Obviously not smart enough to chat to someone, so just puts her goods on display!”
“And look at them sweet tits too.” The first guy nodded in agreement. “Practically spilling out of her top! Mmm… they look so pale and smooth. Would love to get my face in there!”
This went on for a little while longer, but sadly, the guys had to leave, their lunch break over. No doubt they would tell their work mates what they had seen! I went back over to her and told her she had done well. She thanked me. I could see the look in her eyes. Being looked at like this had excited her. Good. It was time to up the ante a little more!
We headed towards the café now. Before we arrived, I made sure she was adequately dressed. She was. She just needed her tits to be on view for this. I gave her a little money and told her to buy a bottle of ice cold water from the serving hatch on the outside of the building. However, she was to flirt with the guy behind the counter and hold the bottle in the same hand as she was wearing her watch. When I walked past and asked her the time, she was to tip up the bottle to see the time for me. The water would spill out and well, white blouse, cold water, you do the maths! However, she was instructed to act completely casual when she returned to chatting to the vendor and not cover herself.
She took the money and then turned, took a few deep breaths to prepare herself and walked over. The guy at the counter was about sixteen, probably just working a summer job. He was younger than Steph and judging from his fat, greasy appearance, she was the kind of girl he could only dream about! Well, he was in for a treat today! She walked over and asked for a bottle of water from the back of the fridge. I know this, because I had made her wear her hands free kit for her phone. The wire was hidden beneath her hair but I could hear her and she could hear me.
“That’s one pound fifty please.” The lad said. I could see from my position that he was already leering at her, his eyes practically out on stalks. She passed him the money.
“Erm, what’s your name?” Steph asked. The lad looked at her, a little uncertain. Obviously girls didn’t talk to him much.
“Ron.” He said.
“Cute name.” Steph replied. “Like him from the Harry Potter films. The lad nodded.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“I think it’s quite a sexy name.” Steph purred. “Makes me think of geeky guys. I love geeky guys. So hot…”
“Yeah…?” Ron looked at her, not certain if she was talking the piss.
“Oh yeah.” Steph nodded. “My last two boyfriends were geeks. Amazing lovers. Made me scream so loud! And, I quite enjoyed dressing up as Wonder Woman and Supergirl for them. A real turn on.”
“Oh… erm… alright… that’s cool.” Ron replied. I could hear the nerves in his voice now. He wasn’t certain if she was chatting him up or not. He was certainly ogling her though! I took my chance and walked up to them.
“Oh! Excuse me, miss?” I said. Steph turned to me and asked what was up. “Have you got the time on you?”
“Oh yeah, sure.” She replied, lifting her arm to see her watch. As expected, the water poured out and splashed all over her boobs. Instantly, the thin, white blouse went so see-through, it may well have not been there! Plus the water, from the back of the fridge, was super cold. Her nipples hardened like little bullets, pink and erect and so, so unmissable! I got hard just seeing her do that.
“It’s two thirt… Oh!” She exclaimed. “How clumsy of me! Yeah, it’s two thirty.”
“Thanks!” I said with a grin, walking away, back to my hiding place to continue watching.
Steph turned back to Ron whose eyes almost shot out!
“So where were we…?” She began. “Oh yeah! “You look kinda geeky yourself.”
“Y…y….y….” Was all Ron could say. His eyes were firmly glued to her boobs now.
“Mmm… so hot.” Steph continued regardless. “Hey sweety, mind if I get your number?”
Ron’s head popped up. (Yeah, probably both of them). He snatched a pen and a serviette and scribbled his number and passed it back with a trembling hand. She thanked him and winked at him, then walked away. Her boobs bounced as she walked and to start with, she kept them uncovered. Until a group of teenage lads walked past her and started wolf-whistling at her. Then she raised an arm to cover herself. No, no. That would not do.
“Did you like that, Master?” She asked me as she reached me.
“Yes. You did very well, but I never told you to cover yourself at the end.” I frowned.
“Oh! Sorry… It was just a gut reaction.” She looked down, biting her lip.
“You will have to do something more daring as punishment.” I said. “Follow me.”
She did as she was told, keeping her breasts uncovered now, although the warm sun was drying the material quickly. I took her to the public toilets and told her I needed to take a leak. I told her to wait outside until at least three other guys had gone in. The, she would have to follow some more instructions I gave her before leaving her alone. The toilets were quite out of the way, so not the busiest, but locals who come to the park regularly knew they are there and use these ones instead of the ones the tourists use. I was in there less than five minutes before a group of four guys walked in. They were builders by the look of it. There was some building work going on not far from where we were. They surrounded me, using the other urinals, chatting loudly. A moment later, I heard the door creak open again. It was Steph, looking extremely nervous.
She stepped in. At first, no one paid her any attention, guessing it was just another guy coming to pee. It was only when she stopped by the cubicles, that one of the builders noticed her.
“Holy shit!” he cried out, hiding his cock. “You got the wrong room lady!”
The other guys turned to look too, all hiding themselves.
“Oh… I-I’m sorry.” She said, looking bashful. “The door to the lady’s was jammed, and I need to change my clothes. I spilled water all over mine…”
“What the fuck…?” One of the others said. “You can’t do that here!”
By that time, she had already unbuttoned her blouse, almost to the bottom. The material had pulled back to show most of the valley of her breasts, the nipples just teasingly obscured.
“Fuck man, shut up!” urged the youngest looking of the guys, slapping his co-worker’s shoulder. “She’s hot! Let her do what she wants!”
The others went silent, simply staring, keeping their hands over their crotches. Steph giggled flirtatiously.
“Well that’s so kind of you boys.” She said, biting her lip. “But if you are going to see me, it’s only fair I see… you.”
She looked down at their crotches. Three of the guys remained motionless, stunned. The younger one, full of himself, laughed.
“Fuck yeah you can!” He said, moving his hands. No wonder he was so obnoxious. His cock was pretty massive. “C’mon guys. Get yer meats out for the lady!”
Slowly, they all began to move their hands. I followed suit, pretending to be as ignorant as the rest of them. Steph giggled again and started to pull the blouse down from her porcelain like shoulders, revealing some of her pretty freckles. She looked at their hardening dicks and smiled.
“Well… I seem to have gotten you excited.” She said. “I’m sorry. Why don’t I make a bit of a show of this so you boys can relieve yourselves?”
Instantly, Cocky McBigdick was jerking his member.
“Fuck yeah, you like this babe?” he gasped. “Mmm… yeah, hard for you!”
“Hehe, aww, thank you.” Steph smiled sweetly. “Please you other boys, don’t be so embarrassed. You all look very sexy.”
Slowly, they began to jerk off. Slowly at first, but as Steph began to pull her blouse off, revealing her large, swinging breasts, they were jerking furiously. Once her top was off, she turned and bent at the hips, sliding down her little skirt, showing the guys her full, round and perky ass. This went down well and the cocky lad blew his load. It had been barely two minutes! I grinned. Full of himself and large in the pant department, but couldn’t fuck a girl for even this long. Pretty pathetic. I’ll keep my average size dick and my staying power thank you very much! He ran from the toilets as his co-workers sniggered at him.
Steph turned to face us all now, showing off her slim, pale body and her pussy as she reached down again to grab the spare clothes from her bag. She took a pair of skinny jeans and pulled them up then grabbed a vest that she pulled on, but didn’t pull down, allowing her breasts to remain on display. She began to stroke them teasingly.
“Come on boys. Show me what you’ve got.” She winked. Two more of them exploded at that moment. Only one remained. She walked over to him and d****d her arms around his neck, nuzzling into his neck with her lips and grinding her body against his, making sure to keep away from his cock. A moment later, he let out a long, low groan and he shot his load. He whispered a “thanks” to her and she gave him a kiss on the cheek before he too ran off. It was just me and her now.
“Did I please you, Master?” she asked me. I nodded.
“Yes. And them too it seems.” I chuckled. “How did that feel?”
She looked at me a moment, obviously thinking.
“It was really embarrassing, talking like that to strangers and showing myself so clearly to them… but it was a real turn-on. You are making me feel like such a slut, and I like it.”
“Am I a better master than your boyfriend?” I asked.
“Far better, Master.” She replied.
Now she was fully dressed again, we continued our trip around the park. Again, I wanted to push her. I spied an elderly looking guy sat on a bench down one of the quieter lanes. He was sat alone and looking like he was enjoying the evening sun. I figured he could enjoy it more. I instructed Steph to put her earphone back in and to go and sit next to him. She did as she was told. He looked up at her when she joined him on the bench and she gave him a sweet smile. He looked back down again, returning to his almost asleep state.
“Move close to him.” I whispered to her. She did so. “So you are up against him.”
She looked back down the path at where I was hidden behind a bush. She looked a bit nervous but she did as instructed. Again, the man looked at her. I told her to smile seductively. She did.
“Good. Now, put your hand on his thigh and start to caress it.” I told her.
I saw her hand move. She hesitated for a moment but eventually did as commanded. The man looked up at her again, and shifted away from her.
“Move after him, stroke his thigh again, higher this time… on the inside.” She did as instructed. This time the man looked shocked and horrified at what was happening, yet still he simply slid away from her to the end of the bench, I told her to sit still for a moment, leaving it a few minutes before I told her to go after him again. “Go straight for the crotch this time.”
She glanced at me, a worried look on her face as she slid across the bench. She was an obedient slut though and was living up to her promise of never saying no. Her hand went to the man’s crotch and she began to rub his old cock through his pants. The old guy’s eyes widened and he looked like he might have a heart attack! Thankfully he didn’t. Nor did he try to move away. I guess it doesn’t matter how much of a prude you are, some hot chick grabs your dick, you sit there and enjoy it!
“Excellent. Now, take it out and wank him.” I told her, and then watched as she leaned over with her other hand to unfasten his pants and pull out his dick. I was partially surprised it wasn’t flaccid, what with him being so old and all. Nevertheless, he was certainly enjoying it. His head fell back and I could see him wrap an arm around her. “Suck it for him, slut.”
Instantly, she went down on him and the man went rigid. He grasped at the back of her head and I could hear him groaning through her mic, closely followed by the sound of her gulping. He had cum, and like a good toy, she had dutifully swallowed without being asked. I told her she had done well and that she could leave him, after she had cleared him up. She came to me a few moments later, her face red and her pupils dilated.
“How do you feel?” I asked her.
“Dirty, master.” She replied. “Master… please fuck me?”
I slapped her hard across her face. “How dare you make requests!”
“I’m sorry… you have me so turned on… I need to be used…” She practically cried, rubbing her reddening cheek.
I smirked. “Oh really?”
She nodded. I told her to follow me again and she did so. We headed to the band stand near the lake, and as suspected for this time of the evening, it was inhabited by a group of chavs. For those who don’t know what a chav is, it is the lowest form of society, short of the d**g using homeless. They are the ones who exist purely on benefits and government hand-outs. They are unintelligent and uncultured. They use any excuse to fight or fuck around. In short, they are trash.
Steph hated their kind. She usually hung around with the skateboard crowd, the natural enemy of the chav. I looked at her from our hidden spot in the bushes behind the bandstand.
“Strip.” I told her. She looked at me, horrified. She knew that whatever was going to happen would involve the six scumbags ahead of us. “Now, you fucking piece of meat!”
She looked at me, pleading with her eyes even as she hurried to comply. I returned her look with a wicked grin. She was going to hate this, if she didn’t back out. So far though, she hadn’t but the look in her eyes made me uncertain. Perhaps this was pushing it a little too far?
Before long, she stood in front of me, naked and shaking. A look of terror in those pretty green eyes of hers. I gave her, more instructions. They were pretty specific for how I wanted this scenario to start. After that, she was to just go along with it. She nodded, trembling still. It was not a cold night as it was the middle of summer. This was pure fear. I told her to go and she turned from me and paused. I waited for a moment before telling her to do it again, fiercer this time. Again, hesitation but then she stepped forward, out of the bushes. She began to walk down the steps towards the bandstand and it wasn’t long before she was seen.
“Fuck me!” One of them gasped. “Hey lads! Get a load of this slag!”
They all turned to look at her now, whistling and making perverted comments. She stopped and I thought she was going to bottle out. I held my breath. She started to walk again, heading towards the bandstand with a little more confidence. When she reached the steps, they moved out of her way. For all their cock-sure bravado, when faced with a scene right from a porn film, they suddenly became rather unsure of themselves. I found myself smiling. They all had their backs to me now and determined to hear everything, I moved closer and hid behind one of the stand’s pillars.
By now, Steph had stepped up into the bandstand and was leaning her back against another pillar. She raised one of her legs, hooking her foot into one of the railings that joined onto the pillar and looked at the group of lads. There were six of them. The youngest perhaps s*******n and the oldest in his mid-twenties. They all looked like scum, puffing on skinny, self-rolled cigarettes and wearing Burberry baseball caps and tracksuit pants. Their faces were vile. Covered in scabby red patches.
Steph began to caress her bouncing breasts, tracing her fingers down her flat stomach to her pussy, rubbing it a little and spreading her lips.
“So… you boys just going to stare? Or are you gonna make use of me?” She winked.
The dick-head chavs (I hate them too) simply stared at her, dumb-founded. It took them a good minute for one of them to snap back to reality.
“You fuckin’ takin’ the piss?” He said, looking incredibly defensive. “Did my bird send you?”
Steph giggled and continued to rub her pussy.
“I don’t know your girl, hon.” She said, smiling. “All I know is, if none of you come and fuck me right now, I’ll have to find some real men to do the job for you.”
“Why you doin’ this?” One of the others asked, still uncertain. I was finding it hilarious how these chavs, who were well known for being so full of themselves, were not jumping on this chance to prove themselves.
“Because, I’m a whore.” Steph replied. I had told her to describe herself in that manner.
“I’m not payin’ for some skanky prossie.” The first chav said, fiddling with his sovereign ring.
“Not that kind of whore.” Steph explained. “I’m a slut. A nympho. I just wanna be fucked!”
I could see that, despite their apprehension, they were all very much aroused at the sight of this stunning, butt-naked red head. Finally though, we had movement. One of the chavs, a fat fucker wearing the same kind of outfit, despite clearly never having done a day’s exercise in his life, stepped forward and dropped his pants. He rubbed his pathetically small hard-on.
“You want it hard or gentle?” he asked, quite softly. I was quite surprised at that question. Not such a tough guy after all.
“I don’t care.” Steph shrugged. “Just use me how you want.”
The lad nodded and stepped up to her, pushing his tiny dick into her waiting pussy. She barely noticed. I could tell that when he started making his pathetic jerking motion with his hips, that her moans were clearly faked and exaggerated.
“Yeah man!” One of the lads called out. “That’s it! Give it to the bitch good!”
I was forced to face-palm at this. Looking back, I could see he was now trying to make out with her. It looked awful, like he was some kind of fish, rubbing his open lips across her lower face. Her eyes were scrunched up but she was poking her tongue out for him to suck at least. He came in less than a minute. He stepped away, his little dribble of cum dropping from her open pussy.
“Who’s next?” She asked. “I’m just getting warmed up!”
The other seemed spurred on by their colleague’s performance, if it could be called that. A younger one stepped up next. He pushed up into her with an average sized penis and started to fuck her. His movements showed his obvious lack of experience, and just like the fat bastard, he came pretty damn quick. The next two were not much better. They tried to act like porn stars and failed miserably. All sensible people realise that porn is done like it is, just to look good and that, to the actors and actresses, it is about as exciting as eating porridge. These plebs couldn’t even make it look good. The only fun thing for me, was watching Steph doing something she truly hated and having to look like she loved it. I could see how disgusted and defiled she looked. That was quite the turn on!
Finally there were just two left. The next one, a tall, broad shouldered but equally fugly faced freak, stepped up and dropped his tracksuit pants. I was forced to admit… fuck he had a big cock! From the angle he was stood, Steph never got chance to see it. Her first realisation that it was big was when it got pushed inside her. Haha! The look on her face was magnificent! Her eyes practically bulged out as he forced himself into her and the gasping cry she gave was certainly not faked. Yet, the look on her face, knowing that this person, whom she reviled so much was about to give her an incredible amount of pleasure, obviously tore her opinions.
Although he didn’t plough her like the slut she is, he was by no means gentle. He gave her his full length over and over, lasting longer than the previous four combined. He was at it for a good ten minutes, even bringing her to orgasm just before he spurted his load in her. She hated that this bastard had been good enough to make her cum.
Finally came the last guy. A skinny, weasel-faced cunt. He approached her, but kept his pants up. He took her by the throat and squeezed. I could see her choke and gasp, her eyes reddening, before he let her go.
“Dirty little bitch, aren’t ya?” He laughed at her.
“I-I am.” Steph agreed. The chav grabbed her boobs roughly and began to squeeze them painfully.
“Fuckin’ slag. On your knees and suck me off.” He said, then spat a huge, phlegmy wad into her face. I saw her gag as it dribbled into her mouth. She fell to her knees and pulled his pants down. His cock sprang out, hard. It was pretty average though a bit weirdly shaped. She took it in her mouth and started sucking. Occasionally, he would pull her head towards him, forcing his prick into her throat so that she choked. He would laugh whenever he did this. He came about four minutes in. Naturally, she swallowed, much to the enjoyment of her little audience.
All of them drained, she stood up and walked away, while they called her names such as “slut” and “slag” and “bitch” and “prostitute” and so on. As she reached the bushes again, they turned their backs on her and began to talk shit about her. I made my escape and ran to the bush to join Steph.
“Enjoy that?” I asked, grinning. She looked at me hard.
“I fucking hate chavs!” She snapped, I thought she was about to cry. She wiped her face on her dirty clothes from her bag. “Fuck! I can’t believe that asshole made me cum!”
I laughed at her. “You wanted me to make you feel dirty, degraded and slutty didn’t you?”
“Yeah, but you know how I fucking hate them!” She crossed her arms over her bare chest.
“How did it make you feel being with them?” I asked, keeping calm despite her non-submissive outburst.
“Sick.” She replied. “Filthy… like some fucking a****l!” She scowled.
“That’s pretty much what you wanted.” I responded. She went quiet for a few moments before she quietly replied.
“I… I guess.”
“How turned on are you right now?” I asked and again she fell quiet a moment.
“I want you in me, master.” She looked me right in the eye. “I need it.”
“You are a dumb fucking whore, aren’t you?” I grinned. She nodded. “Go home, get cleaned up and come back to mine. I have one more night with you and I want to enjoy you while I can!”
She started to smile now. “You will fuck me?”
“All night, slut!” I laughed. “Though, you are still just a piece of meat. I will not be doing anything to please you, just myself.”
“Thank you master!” She giggled, tugging her clothes on and heading out of the bush. She stopped and turned back a little shyly. “Master?”
“Yes?” I asked.
“Don’t tell my boyfriend… I do love him but he can’t make me feel like you do…” She began. “And I guess for that reason… I love you more than I love him!”
That night I used her hard and repeatedly. She cried when I hurt her, orgasmed when I let her and swallowed more cum than I knew I possessed. I even got her to do the “pizza dare”! Finally at the end of the night, she lay on my bed, her head between my legs, licking my now flaccid, cum covered cock and sweaty asshole. She looked up at me.
“Master?” She began. I nodded at her for her to continue. “You know… my college holidays start a few days before my boyfriend’s do… perhaps we can do this again during those days?”
I smiled and nodded, looking forward to the next holiday!