Chapter 4
Slade was built like a Greek god. He had broad shoulders, strong arms, narrow waist, slim hips. The hair on his chest was so thick that it was like fur.
Below the waist he had some impressive equipment. His cock was long and thick, and his balls were full and heavy. . Of course, what would really matter was how well Slade used what he had. Somehow I wasn't too worried that he wouldn't be able to deliver.
Slade said, "Get up, and stand in front of the mirror."
There was a full-length mirror on one of the bedroom walls. I got off the bed and walked over to the mirror and stood facing it.
Slade came up behind me. His groin pressed against my naked ass. I could feel his cock hardening as it rested in the cleft of my buttocks.
Slade said, "I want you to show me how you masturbate. And, I want you to watch yourself while you do it. Go ahead."
I placed my hand on my breast. I placed it so that my nipple was between two of my fingers. I squeezed my nipple and it got hard.
I reached down between my legs. I slipped my finger between my pussy lips and started stroking my clitoris. I was wet and dripping already.
In the mirror, my reflection had one hand on her breast and one in her pussy. It was strange. I felt like I was watching a movie.
Over my shoulder I could see Slade's face, watching me closely. I kept on rubbing my clitoris and pinching my nipple.
Slade said, "You love it."
"Yes, I do," I said.
"Tell me what you think about when you masturbate," he said. "Tell me what you fantasize about when you're turning yourself on."
"There's always a stranger," I began, "a man. I never see his face, because it's always in the shadows. But he's strong, and big."
Slade's cock was hard against the yielding softness of my bottom. I kept on rubbing my pussy and breast, sending waves of heat through me.
I said, "It happens in different places. Sometimes it's right here in my bedroom. Other times, it's in an elevator, or a deserted office. It's 'always where we can't be interrupted."
My ass still hurt from the spanking that Slade had given me. Little flashes of pain shot through it as Slade rubbed his cock against the tender flesh. , He said, "This man-what does he do to you? What does he make you do?"
"He forces me," I said. "I try to resist, but he's too strong for me, and quickly overpowers me. He tears my clothes off and strips me naked."
"And then?"
"He rapes me," I said. "He pulls down his pants. He has a big, hard cock. Sometimes he ties me up and gags me. Sometimes he just holds my hands so I'm as helpless as a little girl."
The fantasy was becoming real me to me as I excited myself. My nipples throbbed. My. fingers rubbed my pussy faster and faster.
Slade said, 'Tell me what he does to you."
I said, "He treats me like what I am-a whore. He kisses my breasts while I cry and moan. He eats my pussy until I'm crying from the pleasure of it. Then he holds my legs open, and shoves that big hard cock into me and fucks me until I can't stand it anymore."
The last words that I said came out in a kind of breathless whisper. It was hard to talk anymore, because of the way that I felt.
It was hard to talk when all I could think of was rubbing my clitoris and how good it was making me feel. My breasts jiggled as I breathed faster and faster.
Slade said, "I have something to tell you. That man that you were talking about, the man of your dreams?"
"Yes?" I murmured.
"I am that man," Slade said. Suddenly he grasped me roughly by the arms, spun me around, and threw me down on my back on the bed.
He told me not to get up. He added, "Don't stop playing with yourself. Keep your fingers in your pussy."
I did as he said. I looked up at the ceiling.
My hand rubbed my clitoris like it was some kind of automatic sex machine.
Slade went through my dresser drawers and took out some items. I couldn't see what they were. In a minute, he came over to me.
He said, "Turn over on your stomach and put your hands behind your back."
I was sorry to have to stop masturbating, but I was afraid not to obey him. I got on my stomach. He held my hands together so that the wrists were crossed.
He used a pair of twisted pantyhose to serve as a binder to tie my hands together. My pussy pulsated with heat.
Slade said, "I hate pantyhose. I don't ever want you to wear them again. Instead, I want you to dress in old-fashioned garters and stockings from now on."
I said, "I'll throw all my pantyhose away. I'll get the stockings and garters first thing tomorrow."
"Good." He finished knotting the knot, then gave it an extra tug to make sure that it was tightly and securely tied. It was.
He helped me to get up off my stomach and on to the floor. I was shaking and my knees were weak front thinking what he was going to do to me. ' ":
He said, "You never went down on a man, or so you say. Is that true, or more of your bullshit?"
"I swear that it's true," I said. "I wouldn't lie to you."
"But you've had men go down on you?"
"Yes," I admitted. "You liked it." I said, "I loved it."
He said, "Ever gone down on a woman?"
"Never."
"But you've had women go down on you, haven't you?"
I hesitated. Slade snapped, "Don't pause so you'll have time to think of a lie. Tell the truth. You've had women eat your little pussy, haven't you?"
"Yes," I said. My voice was low and husky, almost a whisper. I couldn't look Slade in the "ace as I admitted my desires.
"So," Slade said, "you think that it's fine for. others to go down on you, but you won't do it in return for them. You're quite a selfish bitch. You should be punished for that."
His face turned cold and cruel. "There's a brush on top of your dresser. Go and get it and bring it to me."
I asked him, "My hands are tied. How can I carry it?"
"In your teeth, bitch," he said. "You'd beter get used to doing things with your mouth, Karen. You'll be getting a lot of practice."
My brush was on top of the dresser, as he had said. I had to push it against my jewel box with my order to keep it from sliding away.
It took a long time, with a lot of false starts when I dropped the brush, but I finally got it secured between my teeth.
I returned to Slade. He was sitting on the bed. He told me to kneel down in front of him. It was hard to get to my knees without losing my balance, but I managed to do it.
I knelt on the carpet in front of Slade like-a faithful dog carrying its master's slipper. Slade took the brush out of my mouth.
The wooden handle of the brush was wet with my saliva. Slade rubbed it clean against my face.
He said, "I want you to beg me to punish you for being such a greedy, self-centered bitch."
I said, "Master, you're right. I am a bitch, a greedy slut. Please hurt me for being the way I am. I want you to hurt me."
Slade helped me get to my feet. He fondled my breasts, making me hot and lightheaded. His erect cock brushed against my hip.
He made me kneel on the bed. My head was facing his cock. His member was aimed like a missile at my mouth. My hair hung down over my breasts.
He said, "I assume that you're not so ignorant that you don't know how to suck off a man. Or do you need instruction in that, too?"
I said, "I think that I can do it, Master."
He said, "Remember, if you tighten down on your teeth by even the slightest bit, I'll knock you out cold. Keep my cock in your mouth no matter what."
He gripped his shaft in his hand. The swollen head of it was wide and mushroom shaped. He said, "Get down on it, bitch. Suck it."
I licked my lips so that they were wet and gleaming. My hands were tied nice and tight. In a strange way, that made everything easier for me.
It meant that I was Slade's captive, that my will and my body didn't belong to me anymore. They belonged to him, my master.
That made it all right for me to serve him in any way that he wanted. It felt good not to have to control my bed partner. I usually controlled all the men that I fucked, and told them what to do. and how I wanted it done.
I had lost the virginity of my pussy when I was fifteen years old. One , of my friend's father had done it to me.
He was a middle-aged man with a wife and three children, but that didn't stop him from putting his hand on my knee on that hot summer day he had driven me home from the country club when I was fifteen.
I had spread my legs and put his hand into my panties. He pulled on to a deserted side road and we got into the back seat.
Down came my panties, and down came his pants. He had stuck his cock in me and fucked me in the sweltering heat of the car that afternoon.
Later, of course, I got him to buy me all kinds of presents: a stereo, records, clothes, and cosmetics. He was the first, but not the last to pay in one way or another for the privilege of enjoying my body.
That was how my pussy was deflowered. But I had scrupulously kept the virginity of my mouth ever since then.
Slade said harshly, "What are you waiting for? Get down on my cock, slut!" He smacked the flat of the hair brush against my bottom so hard that I cried out in pain.
My mouth was wide open as I cried out. Slade grabbed my hair and stuffed his cock into my mouth. He said, "Suck it!"
It wasn't like what I was expecting. There was no real taste to his cock. It was like sucking on a finger or a breast.
But it felt good in my mouth. It fit it like a finger fits a glove. It was hot and stiff yet somehow yielding.
I felt the need to suck. The cock head pressed against my tongue. The shaft came out of my mouth and ended at Slade's groin.
I ran my tongue over the cock head, exploring the shape of it. It was like sucking a flesh lollipop. I started to slurp and suck.
My pussy was wetter than ever and my nipples cried out for attention. I wished that I could suck and be fucked at the same time.
I made loud liquid sounds as I worked out on my master's cock. He told me what to do. Every now and then he would say something like, "Harder, now," or "Put some more tongue into it," or, simply, "Faster, bitch."
I was glad that I had never done this with anyone before. I was glad that I had saved my first time for a man like Slade.
I'm a quick study, and I must say that I think I picked up the basic fundamentals of the art of cocksucking without much trouble.
I know that after a while, when I looked up from what I was doing, I saw that there was a small smile of pleasure on Slade's face. His eyes remained cold, however.
Once I was going good, Slade began to spank me lightly on the behind with the brush. He did it hard enough to sting, but not really hard enough to hurt me too much.
My bottom was already red, and this treatment made it even warmer. My head bobbed back and forth as I sucked my new master's cock.
"You do this rather well, Karen," Slade said. "You lack finesse, but that will come to you in time. You'll have plenty of practice, and practice makes perfect."
I was thrilled to hear that, because it meant that I was pleasing him. It felt really strange for me to be worrying about a man's pleasure, instead of my own.
That only went to show how powerfully Slade had captured my mind and will when he had overpowered me and spanked me.
Every now and then, he would pinch my nipple and twist it. The pain of it was sweet, and only made me hotter and hornier.
Slade breathed faster and faster. His cock throbbed like a tiny beating heart inside my mouth. Saliva dribbled down my chin.
Slade grunted, "When I come, you must swallow it. If you can't do a simple thing like that, then you'll never be any use to me."
I couldn't tell him that I would do what he commanded, because my mouth was full and I couldn't talk. But I was determined to do what he had said.
The stinging swats came faster and faster on my bottom. They beat fire into the soft, rounded cheeks. My ass wiggled as he beat it.
His balls were hairy and swollen. His cock felt like it had gotten larger since I had taken it into my mouth. I knew that he would come soon.
He guided his cock so that the head of it rubbed against the soft roof of my mouth. I lifted my tongue and rubbed it against the tiny swelling of flesh on the underside of his cock head.
Suddenly his body stiffened. He dropped the brush and held my head in his hands so that I was in position for him.
His cock quivered. It jerked in my mouth. A glob of oily liquid spurted from the tip of his cock and splased inside my mouth.
I shuddered, and almost lost it, but I was too afraid of displeasing my master to gag and spit up. Instead, I swallowed my revulsion and his come.
My jaw and throat muscles worked as I gulped the come. It wasn't on my tongue long enough for me to taste it.
It really didn't taste like anything else, it just tasted like itself. Pussy is the same there's nothing that tastes like pussy except pussy.
Of course, at that time I didn't know what pussy tasted like. Later, Slade made sure that I found out.
His cock jerked and throbbed a few more times. With each spasm another glob of semen, not as large as the one before it, went down my throat.
Then it was over. I was crying, but I didn't know why. Through my blurred tears I saw that the hard lines of Slade's face had momentarily softened.
Slade patted my head and smoothed my long, blonde hair. He kept his cock in my mouth, even after he had stopped coming.
I was happy to have something in my mouth. I wanted to have all the holes in my body filled at the same time, my pussy, my mouth, my bottom.
Finally, Slade took his cock out of my mouth. His shaft slid into view as it exited my wet lips. His cock had thick blue veins and it was oiled and gleaming with semen and saliva.
He looked down at me. I swallowed the last traces of his come, gulping heavily. I said, "May I ask you a question, master?"
He gave me permission to do so. I asked shyly, "Did I-did I please you, Master?"
"Passably well," he said. "You need experience, but I like your enthusiasm. Anyway, you did not displease me."
I was happy to hear that. "I'm glad that I saved myself for you, Master. I'm glad that you were the first to fuck my mouth."
"I was the first," he said, "but I won't be the last. Not if I accept you into my slave service."
"I want to be your slave more than anything else in the-world," I said sincerely. "What must I do to qualify?"
"Anything and everything that I tell you to do, no matter how bizarre or perverted you might think it is," Slade said.
I said, "Nothing that I would do to please you would ever seem perverted to me, Master."
"You learn fast," he said, "and that's good. But you still have a long, long road to travel before you earn the right to call yourself my slave."
He untied the binder holding my hands together. He dropped the twisted pantyhose to the floor. I rubbed my wrists to restore my circulation.
He said, "Since you're doing such a fine job with that mouth of yours, I think that we'll still keep it working for a while longer yet."
He turned his back to me. "Kiss my ass, bitch, as a sign of your submission. That's something else you'll have to do many, many times if I decide to take you as a slave."
His buttocks were firm and rounded and white. I pressed my lips against his warm bottom flesh. I tingled inside from the thrill of the forbidden kiss: I've had men kiss my ass, but before I met Slade, I would have cut my throat before I would have kissed the ass of a man.
Now, I would have cut my throat if Slade rejected me.
He said, "Lick it. Lick the cheeks, and don't stop licking until I tell you to."
I stuck out my tongue and laid it on to his curved buttocks. A tremor of pleasure rippled through the big man's body.
As I tongued him, I rubbed my face against his saliva-moistened cheeks. I loved rubbing my face against the smooth flesh of his bottom.
My face was wet with my saliva. I could have laughed when I thought of how carefully I had applied my make-up that morning.
I realized that I must look a mess. My make-up was smeared, my hair was disheveled, my bottom was bright red, and my body dripped with sweat. But that's how Slade wanted me. Much later, when I was his full-fl-edged slave, he told me that he liked to make me all hot and sweaty and funky, because it helped break down my personality and my resistance.
But I didn't know that at the time. All I knew was that I was licking a man's bottom, and loving it.
Slade reached behind him and parted his buttock cheeks. His crack was hairy and I could see the ring of his asshole.
He said, "Stick your nose in here and lick it good, bitch."
I ran my tongue along the crack of his buttocks. My hair rubbed against his cheeks and the backs of his hairy thighs.
He said, "Rim it. You know what that is, don't you?" I didn't answer him with words, I answered him with actions.
I circled his anus with the tip of my tongue. I heard Slade take a deep breath. He said, "I like that. Don't stop."
I didn't. Instead, I placed the tip of my tongue so that it rested against his asshole. I waited to see how he would react!
He said, "That's good. Stick your .tongue inside me, nice' and deep, deep. Ah; that's good. That's the way, yes it is."
My tongue probed inside his tight brown ring. His bottom cheeks pressed against my face. My tongue penetrated his bottom and thrust in and out of it like I was fucking him with it.
He enjoyed it, and I loved giving pleasure to him. I Would have done it all night long if he had wanted it, but he had other ideas in mind.
He pulled away from me so quickly that I was left with my tongue still hanging out of my mouth. He turned around to face me.
His cock was stiff and hard once more. It rubbed against my face when Slade turned around. I went to take it in my mouth, but he kept it away from me.
"Maybe I'll let you suck it some more later, but not now, bitch," he said. "There's still a whole lot of you that I haven't tasted yet."
He told me to he down on the bed on my back. When I had done so, he climbed on the bed and straddled me.
His thighs rubbed against mine, and his hot cock rested against my flat belly. He used the pantyhose to tie my hands in front of me, then he lifted them over my head so that they were out of the way.
He stuck his fingers into my pussy. He said, "So this is the famous cunt that all the men in the office are dying to get a piece of. I wonder what they'd say if they could see you the way you are now?"
He massaged my clitoris. His touch was soft and gentle, but I was so hot by this time that even the slightest touch made me writhe with pleasure.
He said, "Hmmmm, now there's an idea for an employee incentive plan. Instead of giving a cash bonus, I could permit them to fuck you. That would really give those executives an incentive to produce. Well, bitch, how does that idea strike you?"
I said, "Make me your whore. I'll fuck whoever you want me to."
"Not so fast," he said. "Before I give you out to my friends and colleagues, I'll have to see if you're any good."
He pushed open my thighs with his knees. He took hold of my ankles and spread my legs wide apart so that my pussy was open to him.
I loved the feeling of being roughly handled in bed with my hands bound. I felt like I was a slave already. I wished that Slade would lock me away in a room without any clothes on and keep me as his whore and punish me when I was a bad girl.
Slade's cock dangled from his hips so that the purple head of it was poised, only inches from my pussy.
I was almost in tears as I begged, "Fuck me, please, fuck me! Make me your whore, your slave!"
The tip of his cock rested against my pussy. It felt hard as a diamond. Blue veins pulsed on the white shaft.
He took hold Of his cock and guided it inside me. The broad head of his cock pushed apart my gleaming pussy lips, exposing the pink inside me.
I trembled as his cock head lodged inside me. I was hot and dripping, but very tight. Slade lowered his upper body on mine.
His muscular chest pressed against my breasts, flattening them. The thickly matted hair covering his pectorals rubbed against my nipples, irritating them and sending tingling currents through them.
His face was right next to mine. I felt that it would be presumptuous of me to look at him, so I closed my eyes.
He pushed his hips forward, causing his cock to enter me and penetrate me. I moaned from the supreme pleasure of it.
His throbbing member stroked the hot, wet velvet of my pussy. Slade was big and filled me. His cock head went deep in me and pushed at the mouth of my womb.
He grunted, "I can see why all the executives want to fuck you, bitch. You've got a fine, tight pussy. It was made for someone like me."
He began to pump his hips back and forth. I moaned as he did so. His cock kept sliding into me, making me hotter with every thrust.
He caressed my hips and thighs. He reached up and fondled my trembling breasts. I made high, gasping sounds of delight.
He moved faster and faster. Our legs intertwined. His hairy thighs rubbed against my smooth, hairless ones.
I felt like I was riding on a merry-go-round that kept going faster and faster and faster, making me dizzier and fainter with each passing second.
It was warm in my bedroom, and soon our bodies were slick with sweat. The sweat was good. It made our flesh glide against each other. It, made me feel more like an animal that lived only to fuck and be fucked.
There was a slapping sound caused by his hips and belly thudding into mine as he drove those long, deep strokes into me.
Sweat dripped into eyes and I squeezed them shut even tighter. I felt like I was sailing off into orbit and out of touch with the real world.
The binder holding my tied hands together served as a kind of anchor which kept me from completely flying away out of control.
It served to remind me that I was under control, that I was being dominanted by the strong and sure hand of my master.
My bed had seen plenty of action in the past, but nothing like this. I thought of all the nights that I had spent lying on my back with my legs spread, waiting for some executive to finish humping me so I could send him home and bring myself to orgasm with my fingers when he had gone.
I wasn't in that world any longer. My life had taken a sudden and dramtic new direction. I prayed that I would more nights with Slade than just this one.
He fastened his lips on my erect nipple and sucked it. I gasped and shivered.' His cock continued to hammer inside me.
He would withdraw, pulling back his hips so that his cock glided out of my cunt until only the head of it was still inside me.
I would give a little shriek, fearing that he would come loose from me and that that big cock would no longer be attached.
Then, Slade would thrust forward, burying his heated member inside me, making me feel like I was going to faint.
The sheet underneath me was tangled and sweat-drenched. It stuck to my buttocks. I pumped my hips as fast as I could, like I was riding a galloping stallion.
Actually, the galloping stallion was riding me. Slade held my bound hands pinned down over my head. My arms pressed against my cheeks.
My moans became louder and louder, and steadily more frenzied. Slade sounded like a bellows as his heaving chest and lungs sucked in air.
I felt like I was balanced on a high wire, and that I could go over at any time. There was an incredible tightness in my belly.
Slade reached under me and cupped my buttocks in his strong hands. This gave him even more control over my body and movements.
I was babbling things that didn't make any sense. They were just words and phrases without meanings that came pouring out of me in my excitement.
Slade squeezed my buttocks as he thrust his cock home into me. That was the last push that I needed to knock me off that high wire and tumble me down into an orgasm.
I had never gotten an orgasm from straight fucking, although I was an expert at faking orgasms so that the guy who was laying me would feel like a real stud.
Now, there was no need for tricks or fakery. I was gone. I started to shriek in ecstasy as I writhed in convulsions of pleasure.
Slade stifled me by crushing my mouth with his and kissing me. I kissed him back as passionately as I could. My hips slapped against his with heated frenzy.
The orgasm hit me. My stomach felt like it was being put through a wringer. There was a fireball in my pussy that set off an inferno of ecstasy in my body.
Slade held my wriggling hips. Come gushed out of his cock, spurting over the hot walls of my pussy, soothing them and cooling them like foam poured on a fire.
My eyes rolled up into my head so that only the whites of them showed. Then a heat wave rolled over me and washed me away.
My tensed muscles relaxed, and I fell back and collapsed, all my strength gone. I lay like someone in a coma, my only motion the rise and fall of my chest as I gulped in great breaths of air.
Slade let out a shivering sigh, then slumped down on my. He put his arms around me and held me as we both bathed in the afterglow of sex.
I don't know how long we lay there. I think I fell asleep. I know that the feeling of having my hands tied made me feel all safe and secure.
Slowly our accelerated breathing and heartbeats returned to a normal rate. I felt like I was floating on a sea of pleasure.
Time went by. Slade lay on top of me, in me. I liked that. I was glad that he wasn't a hit-and-run artist, the kind of guy who pulls out of you as soon as he comes.
Sometime later, he must have pulled out of me, because I stirred in my sleep. He caressed my thighs and murmured soothing words, and I soon dropped off to sleep again.
The next time that I woke up, I knew that a long time had gone by. I suddenly came awake as I realized that I was alone in bed.
Slade was gone! I looked at the gleaming dial of the clock on my night table. The time was almost three o'clock.
I rolled out of bed in a panic. I ran for the living room. I heard the sound of music coming from inside there.
I stopped when I came to the living room. I blinked in the sudden light, then sagged in relief against the wall.
Slade hadn't gone. He was sitting in an easy chair, drinking a glass full of some kind of liquor and listening to classical music on my stereo.
I said,-"You frightened me, Master. I was afraid that you had left while I was sleeping!"
"I thought that you could use some rest, so I let you sleep," he said. "But you seem to have rested enough."
He patted his thighs. "Come here and sit on my lap." I went to him. The fluffy carpet tickled the soles of my bare feet.
I sat cross-wise on his lap, with my buttocks pressing against his groin. I winced as I sat down. Slade laughed.
He said, "Your bottom's still sore from that paddling that I gave you?"
"And how!" I said. "You really hit hard!"
"Never forget that," he said. "Anyway, now you'll think of me whenever you sit down."
He lifted his glass to my lips. He said, "Here, have some. It's scotch. If I keep you as a slave, you'll have to be sure that you keep plenty of my favorite brand around for when I drop in for a visit.
That made me feel a little unhappy, because it meant that he hadn't decided to take me on as a slave yet.
I said, "I pray that you do keep me, master. Tell me what you require of me, and I swear I'll do it."
"I'll do more than tell you," he said, "I'll show you. But not just yet. Say, that little frown on your face is adorable. You look like you're going to burst out crying."
"I might," I said. "Believe it or not, I'm a very sensitive girl."
He put his hand between my legs and rubbed my clitoris. I gasped and shivered from the pleasure of it. He said, "Yes, you're sensitive, all right."
He raised the glass to my lips. "Go on, drink some."
I swallowed some of the scotch. It burned as it went down my throat, then lit a fire in the pit of my stomach.
"Thank you, Master," I said. "That was very good. It helped to restore some of my strength."
"You'll need it," he said. "I'm not finished with you yet. Do you know what I'm going to do to you, Karen? I'm going to fuck you in the ass."
I gasped, and quickly lowered my eyes from his. I rested my bound hands on my knees and tried to control the shivers that ran through me.
I said, "If that's what you want, Master, then that's what I want. It won't hurt too much, will it?"
"Don't ask so many questions, Karen," he said. "If you're going to be a slave, you have to learn to keep silent and obey. But, since it's your first time, or so you say, and since you've pleased me so far, I promise you that I'll do everything I can to make it as painless as possible."
"When-when are you going to do it, Master?" I tremblingly asked. He said, "Now."
He put down his glass and eased me off his knees and on to my feet. He stood up, then said, "Sit here and wait for me. Drink some more scotch while you're waiting."
I sat down. The leather cushion of the chair was cool against my warm bottom. I held the glass awkwardly in my tied hands and sipped the alcohol.
Slade padded off into the bathroom. I heard him opening the medicine chest and rummaging through its contents.
My stomach was tied up in knots. My hands shook. The alcohol was a help, though. It sent fire coursing through my veins, and gave me a reckless, anything-goes mood.
Slade came back into the room. He was holding a jar of petroleum jelly. I knew what he was going to use it for, and I was afraid.
I put down the glass. Slade put down the blue jar and helped me to my feet. He pressed his nude body against mine and kissed me.
The kiss helped calm my nerves. He rubbed and fondled my breasts. His hands dropped down to caress my taut thighs.
I loved his feeling me, and wished that it could go on forever. Then he reached behind me and took hold of one of my buttocks and squeezed it, and my fear returned.
"Don't be afraid, Karen," he said. "I'll be gentle. It won't hurt as long as you keep relaxed inside."
"I trust you, Master," I said, but my lower lip was quivering.
Slade took a pillow from the sofa and draped it over the arm of the easy chair. He stood behind me and placed his hand on my back and pushed me forward.
I put my bound hands in front of me so that I wouldn't lose my balance. Slade bent me forward until my tummy rested against the pillow on the chair arm.
My feet were on the floor, and my bottom faced him. My breasts were pressed flat against the chair's leather cushion. My hair fell across my face.
Slade said, "Spread your legs about shoulder-width apart, Karen. That's the way. Good."
He stood behind me. My uneasiness was even greater because I couldn't see what he was doing. I flinched as he touched me.
"Easy does it, Karen, easy does it," he urged. "Remember to relax. That's a good girl. Easy, now. Easy."
He said, "You have a splendid bottom really lovely. It cries out to be kissed." He leaned forward and kissed my soft buttocks.
His lips were smooth. They pressed against my bottom flesh, slowly covering each inch of the tender white globes.
Whatever else was going to happen to me, at least this part of it was sheer delight. I consoled myself with the thought that Slade must at least like me a little, to kiss my bottom.
I felt his fingers prying apart my buttocks. I shivered as I felt something wet and warm probing at my anus.
But it was his tongue, and I calmed down. He licked the rim of my anus, then lanced his tongue into me and made me moan.
He used his tongue like it was a miniature cock fucking my ass. It's an incredibly sensuous feeling, to have a hot, limber tongue penetrating inside your bottom, gliding in and out.
I was getting pretty turned-on from that kind of treatment. I wriggled my hips and shifted them and pushed them back so he could get at me better.
He reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I was. I was dripping. He, fondled my cunt while he tongued my bottom.
I felt deprived when he took his tongue out of me. His index finger poked my anus. He stuck it in up to the first joint and wriggled it inside me.
He said, "I apologize, Karen. You weren't lying, I can see that now. You are a virgin. You're very sweet, and I appreciate it that you're giving your anal virginity to me."
That made me feel good. My fears returned and I reflexively tightened up as I heard him unscrew the cap of the blue jar.
There was a faintly medicinal smell in the air as Slade took some of the jelly in his fingers. He held my buttocks open and smeared the creamy goo into my crack. He lavished a huge dollop of jelly on my anus, lubricating it thoroughly. I wriggled and gasped as he inserted his finger into me and applied the jelly to the inside of my asshole.
He put two fingers into me and stretched me out in preparation for what he was going to do. My asshole and buttocks felt all oily and smeared.
He wiped some of the goo off on my buttocks, then stood behind me. His hard cock brushed against the sensitized flesh of my bottom.
He said, "I'm going to put it in you very, very slowly, Karen. Just remember what I told you, and stay relaxed."
"I'm ready, Master," I said.
The heated tip of his cock poked at my anus. I concentrated on keeping my muscles loose and relaxed. I was filled with a kind of fearful excitement that I hadn't known in years, not since I was in my early teens and just finding out the facts of life.
Now I was all grown up, and thought I knew it all-or at least I thought I did until I met Slade. I was realizing that I was still just an innocent, and that I had a lot to learn.
Slade added to my education. The oiled head of his cock pushed back the taut ring of my anus as it struggled its way into me.
I gasped and groaned, and tears filled my eyes. Then the head of Slade's cock was lodged firmly inside me.
If you've never been fucked in the ass, the feeling is almost impossible to describe. It does hurt, especially the first time, but the pleasure is equally intense.
Fierce pleasure, I guess you would call it. Instinctively I gritted my teeth and tightened up, but that wasn't the way it was supposed to be done.
Slade patted my bottom and reminded me to relax. It was a very tough thing to do, to try and relax when a thick, throbbing cock invades your bottom for the very first time.
Slade didn't push it in all at once. He eased it in by fractions of inches, always giving the ultra-sensitive membranes time to adjust to the intruder.
I gasped and panted every inch of the way. Slade rubbed my quivering thighs and my taut belly and murmured soothing words to me.
Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Slade reached in front of me and massaged my clitoris while he penetrated me.
Slowly but surely, he inserted his member in me. The lubrication helped. Even so, it was a bit of a struggle, and I was in tears.
He gripped my hips. Most of his cock was deep inside my bottom. I had never felt anything like this before!
He moved his hips slowly back and forth. After I got used to it, and was stretched out inside, it wasn't too bad. Getting his cock in me was the hardest part.
He must've been excited too, because it wasn't too long before he stiffened inside me and shot a load of come deep into my rectum. I nearly fainted.
Slade withdrew from me as slowly and carefully as he had penetrated me. I . lay stretched across the arm of the chair, my face buried in my arms.
He held my buttocks wide apart as he removed his member, so as not to damage me. The ring of my anus seemed to clutch at his cock head.
Then he was out. I really collapsed. I didn't feel torn apart, but I did feel very sore and tender inside my asshole.
Slade embraced me. He sat in the chair and cradled me in his arms, hugging me close to him. My shoulders shook with silent sobs.
He kissed away my tears. He said, "I'll always treasure the gift that you gave me, Karen. You're a brave girl, and you've got a lot of heart."
I said, "Will you-will you make me your slave now?"
"Well, let's not rush into things," he said. But he was smiling, and that took some of the sting out of his words, if not the uncertainty.
He said, "You've pleased me tonight, Karen, and I like you very much. Let's leave it at that for now. Well talk about it tomorrow morning."