Sir Philip Rebecca Chapter 3
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Sir Philip drives his new slut to the sex shop...
Chapter 2
He’d been driving for nearly 25 minutes. Neither of them had spoken. She’d continued to look straight ahead, her hands clasped together on her lap. She knew how to behave in front of her master.
He kept stealing glances across at his new slut, partly to admire, partly to reaffirm this was real now and no longer a fantasy. His driving fast, accurate, professional. He never slipped up, never need to brake hurriedly, never needing to make any maneuver he hadn’t preempted.
The time had flown by, her mind like a constantly revolving door of memories and fantasies, each one staying in her mind for a few seconds before another filthy image forced its way into her mind.
As the image of his very first message popping up in her computer screen filled her mind, the raw emotions came flooding back. The sheer excitement at sharing her deepest fantasies, the fantasies she’d kept hidden from anyone, only ever looking at BDSM porn videos in private.
Before she could recall more feelings from that first interaction that image was forced out and replaced by the memory of him describing in detail how he’d fucked a woman he met on a night out, making sure she knew it was her he was imagining, not the girl whose pussy was wrapped tightly round his thick cock as she was bent over on the bed in his hotel room that night. She never thought she’d enjoy hearing about a man she was infatuated with fucking another woman, but the way he described and explained every minute detail turned her wild.
Her mind didn’t have the time to recall the intricate details he’d provided her, from the petite figure of the girl, to the lacey underwear she had on, to him tying her to his bed, blindfold in her and teasing her with his fingers, tongue and cock… she did recall he’d chosen her for one reason. Her name. He made sure he was fucking Rebecca.
The car slowed as they turned off the A1, she wondered if they were almost at there destination, wherever that may be.
They weren’t.
The big red letters spelled clearly where they were heading.
Europe’s Largest Sex Superstore.
She was unable to hide the glee in her eyes as he pulled into the car park. It was the size of a supermarket. Her mind now filled, recalling all the sex toys she’d seen on the web, wondering what her master had in store for her.
As he pulled into a parking space in the middle of the virtually empty car park he could see the smile in his little sluts face. He knew she’d wanted to visit a sex shop, she didn’t yet know what he had in store for her.
He turned the engine off, undid his belt and stepped out of the car.
She knew to stay where she was until she was told otherwise.
He walked round the back of the car to her door, opening it with purpose. He stood in the doorway, admiring her bare legs, his eyes moving his way up her body to her cute face.
Softly, but authoritatively he said “Look at me, whore”.
The whisper in his voice sending shivers down her spine, she felt like a little girl again as she was being ordered by what she now knew to be Sir Philip, all 6ft4 of him covering the doorway.
She obeyed, smiling sweetly at him.
His cock growing as his perverted mine whirred into action.
“What does my good little cock whore want more than anything right now?”
As he spoke, still gently, but exuding authority she knew how to answer, her pussy tingling as she responded. His hand grabbing her long hair, pulling her head backwards to look up at him.
“I really, really want to taste your cock sir. Please can I taste your cock sir?”
She let out a little moan as his hand tugged her hair harder each time she said sir. Instantly he pulled her head towards him, stepping backwards, forcing her legs to move into action as he man handled her out of the car. She barely kept on her feet, knowing he was getting more and more turned on as he took his other hand round her neck.
He pushed her down to the ground, the sharp pebbles digging into her knees as his hands pushed her down, her back leaning on the car, legs curled up behind her as she sat on her knees.
Her breathing harder now, her pussy getting wetter. She couldn’t believe what was happening, she was in even more disbelief that it turned her on in reality as well as fantasy.
“Beg for my fucking cock you whore” as he finished she felt his cold spit cover her face again, she opened her mouth to beg as he spat straight onto her tongue.
“Please sir, I need your cock in my slutty mouth, I need to know you taste good sir”.
She didn’t see his hand coming, his palm connecting with her cheek, left at first, then immediately the right cheek. He slapped her again, letting her know who the boss was. She knew it was a sign to beg some more. She couldn’t believe how much she was getting turned on by being physically abused. The porn she’d watched in the past, the words he’d sent her had had it in. They’d turned her on but it was all vicious fantasies, never a reality. She’d wondered if the reality would match the fantasy. Her clit twitched as she thought to herself that the reality was better than the fantasy.
“Please sir, please let me taste your cock, I’m a good little cock sucker sir. I need your cock in my whore mouth, I need to feel it in my slutty throat”
With that she took her hands that had been behind her into her mouth, two fingers on either cheek. She pulled at her cheeks, tongue sticking out, and her mouth so wide it was making her cheeks ache. Or was that the slaps she’d just received? She wasn’t sure. Whatever she was feeling was becoming the biggest turn on she’d ever experienced. He clit twitched again, prolonged this time as she saw him unbundle his belt.
He looked down at Rebecca, her hair messy from his rough handling of her, her face red from his slaps and now her mouth wide open, begging for his cock. She was perfect.
He couldn’t make her beg any more, he needed to feed her his throbbing cock. Unbuckling his belt, sliding it from his trousers, she shivered as he whipped it against the floor next to her. The sound of pure leather on concrete piercing the almost silent air.
He unbuttoned his trousers, lowered his zip. His matching dark blue boxers bulging from his cock. A dark patch on his boxers made her mind go crazy. Was it from his wank before he got in the car, or was he so excited at seeing her in the position she was in that he was precumming already? Either way, she didn’t mind.
He held his belt in his right hand. His left sliding into his boxers, they said down just enough to reveal his thick, hard cock.
His foreskin highlighting the girth round the head of his cock, a few thick, blue veins highlighting its length. He stroked it once, twice, thrice as she looked on. Her fingers still holding her cheeks wide, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
He stepped forwards, his feet either side of her legs, she looked up as he let go of his cock, his hand immediately moving to the back of her head. He grabbed her hair hard as he forced the bulging tip of his cock into her mouth.
She let out a moan as she tasted her master’s already wet cock for the first time.
Before she could savor it much longer he’d pushed her head forward at the same time as he’d trusted his groin forwards, his cock hitting the back of her throat immediately. She gagged hard, struggling to keep her fingers opening her mouth but trying with all of her mite.
He pulled her head backwards, forcing her to look up as she coughed, drool and spit stringing out so gloriously between his cock and her mouth.
She knew not to wipe it, knew to stay in exactly the same position and let him control her. Her clit was twitching again, she could feel her panties, the panties he’d made her wear, getting wetter as he forced his cock deep into her throat again.
Her checks puffed out as she gagged, he pushed her head further onto his cock this time. His cock completely submerged in his little slut’s mouth.
He pulled out again, more and more fluid was linking his cock to her mouth, she coughed again, gasping for breath. He loved it. He carried on, cock deep into her throat, feeling the warmth of her whore mouth and throat for a few seconds, longer each time, before pulling out, and starting over again.
He occasionally slapped his cock round her face, almost painting it with her own fluids, saliva, and his precum.
He knew he’d cum soon. He let go of her hair, holding both ends of his belt, his cock gagging her again.
He bent down, forcing his cock deeper than ever before into her throat. She struggled more than ever to breathe, her cheeks puffed, saliva dripping from her mouth, trying to cough over his cock. It felt like minutes, hours even, as he slid the belt round her neck. She felt the cold buckle on her throat as he threaded the other end through. Eventually he stood up straight, his cock falling out of her mouth, finally able to breathe again she was gasping even more.
Through all of it her fingers stayed in her cheeks, holding them open for her master. Her pussy now dripping wet with her own juices, so turned on by her filthiest fantasies becoming a reality, so turned on by being controlled by Sir Philip.
He stroked her hair before grabbing hold of it again, pulling backwards so she looked up at him. Her eyes watering from the last, prolonged stretch of his cock choking her throat. His other hand holding the belt, he started pulling it through the buckle. She felt it squeezing her neck.
Her face getting redder as she started to feel it getting tighter and tighter. Just as she thought he’d never stop he did. The belt was tight round her neck, her face quickly getting redder, her eyes bulging slightly, watering and she started panting for breath.
He bent down close to her mouth, in his ever so powerful, soft voice “You’re a little cum slut Rebecca, your master is impressed. Here’s your fucking reward”. As he finished he spat into her mouth, adding to the saliva covering her face and mouth.
He stood back up, two hands now on her hair, sliding his cock slowly in her mouth… Deeper and deeper until she was being choked from both the belt round her neck and his cock in her throat.
He started fucking her face. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. She gagged, coughed, spluttered every time his cock hit the back of her throat.
She loved it. She knew she loved it because her panties kept getting wetter.
She felt his cock thicken, heard him moan, she readied herself for his cum. She couldn’t we to feel it hitting her throat for the first time.
His grip on her hair got tighter as his cock hit the back of her throat, her eyes streaming with tears as she gagged even more.
His hot cum exploding into her already full throat, she gagged harder than before, cheeks puffing out again as the force of his cum and her gagging forced his cock backwards.
He carried on cumming in her mouth as she gagged, his hot sticker, sweet cum being forced back onto his cock. He loved the sensation. Cum was dribbling out of her mouth, dripping onto her black top, his hands pulling her hair backwards as the tip. Of his cock rested on her tongue as he finished cumming.
His hand let go of her hair. As soon as it did her tongue started licking at his cock. It. Dropped out of her mouth onto her top, right over her boobs. Cum, saliva and tears saturating her top. Her face covered in fluids, she looked at him smiling.
“Thank you Sir” he pulled her up, his hand now round the belt on her throat, her voice muffled from being gagged so much. As he kissed her wet cummy lips his other hand grabbed under her skirt at her panties. He was impressed to feel her soaking panties.
“Well done, you filthy little whore. As your reward you must fill a trolley in this shop. You’re not washing any of this off either. “
He kissed her lips again, feeling their tongues tangling in pure passion. He held onto the belt and matched her to the store.
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