Cum Slut

  Cum Slut

  Nadine Leilani

  Copyright © 2012 by Nadine Leilani, Love Conquers All Press, and Gold Egg Investing, LLC

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  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblence between characters in this story and real-life people, alive or dead, is strictly coincidence.

  Cum Slut

  Brittney parked in his driveway, just as he'd ordered her.

  Friday, 7PM. Follow these directions to my home. You will dress in black heels, a short skirt and an open top, displaying your cleavage. White hose. A bra will not be necessary. Park your car in the driveway. Don't be late.

  She took a deep breath and looked around her. A recent subdivision with manicured lawns and houses that still had that new, just assembled out of the box look and probably the new house smell of unpolished wood, resin coatings and pipes, all oozing pride of ownership.

  Did she really want to do this?

  I'm a successful professional woman, Brittney reminded herself. I'm PA to a Chief Executive Office. I hire and fire. I give orders. During the day I'm dominant to everyone except my boss and a few vice-presidents, and they respect me and the job I do.

  I can't believe I'm actually doing this!

  The keys are still in the ignition. All I have to do is turn the engine back on, back up and drive away.

  Several months ago, on a sudden whim, she'd entered "sexual submissiveness" into Google's search box, and wound up spending the entire evening and most of the night reading the sites, one leading to another. Dungeon equipment for sale, tales of sexual slaves, and forums where people bragged about their weekend adventures as a top or bottom.

  The next day, she couldn't understand what had gotten into her, and she thought she'd satisfied her curiosity. She'd wanted to know more, and she certainly did that, so now it was out of her system.

  But a week later she was back on the forum and reading more stories. Her obsession grew until she realized her "vanilla" sex with her long-term boyfriend Chad bored her to death.

  She left the sanctity of her car and stepped up the walk, heels clicking softly. She stood at the door, her heart racing. She was excited beyond belief.

  She was finally going to experience being owned, controlled, and even humiliated.

  She was going to go through with it.

  She met him in an online chat room that catered to the BDSM crowd, and had been flirting with him for weeks.

  She thoroughly enjoyed having a virtual master. They quickly took their chats private. As he typed to her about the things he wanted to do to her, and force her to do to him, she frequently found her hands in her panties, rubbing her clit as her slit got wetter and wetter.

  With their every conversation she became more easily, and more quickly excited.

  However, once he took on the dominant role and made her admit her fingers were in her panties, he told her she couldn't do that until he gave her permission. He always did, but not until her frustration made her ready to explode.

  She was hooked. He was the one she had been looking for. She finally found the man who was man enough to give her the spanking she had been fantasizing about for years.

  Soon their chats turned to phone calls and, inevitably, phone sex. She lay in bed naked, pulling her nipples or sliding her dildo in and out of her drenched pussy, feeling her wet and swollen lips opening up for her dildo. Pushing it in so deep, bucking her hips in rhythm fantasising about her online mysterious master.

  She followed the instructions he whispered soothingly in her ear during their late night phone sex sessions. Many nights she fell asleep after several resounding orgasms. As their relationship progressed, they chatted about "play dates." Her fate was sealed one evening when, while masturbating on the phone as he whispered in her ear, she promised him when they met she would follow his every command.

  He took her up on her promise.

  When she first got his email, she was shocked, butthen quickly typed her reply, affirming her promise she would do anything he said.

  This week she was so excited waiting for Friday night to come, she had to masturbate several times during the week in the bathroom at work.

  Now she was nervous, and anxious, but determined to go ahead with fulfilling her fantasies.

  And now she was here.

  Her hands shook as she reached to ring the bell. It chimed softly inside and, after a moment the door opened.

  He looked just like the picture he had sent her. In his early forties, tall and dark, and had a strong build. He was dressed casually, in slacks and a polo shirt, a smile on his face. She looked into his slate gray eyes and nearly melted.

  "Hi," she said in a soft voice.

  "I see you found me okay." He leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

  She was touched by the gesture, another sign everything would be fine.

  "Yes, the directions were perfect, thank you."

  "Please, come in." He waved her toward a comfortable living room. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."

  She took a seat on the couch as he disappeared into the adjoining kitchen. Before she could look around, he was back, holding two glasses of wine. Her hands trembled as she took it, smiling gratefully up at him. She sipped it, feeling the warmth spread through her. He sat next to her, gazing at her confidently, and she blushed.

  "You're beautiful."

  "I followed your directions," she said boldly, getting right to it, but looking down at the floor.

  He took the glass from her hand and placed in on the coffee table next to the couch.

  "Stand up and show me, then." That smile again.

  She stood on wobbly legs, knowing from their many phone calls what he expected. She looked him in the eye as he sat before he,r and she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. Maintaining eye contact, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her eyes never leaving his. Finished, she pulled the top out of her skirt, exposing her large, firm breasts. Her nipples were rock hard without even looking at them. This would please him.

  "They're perfect," he said. "Absolutely perfect."

  "I'm glad that you like them, sir."

  Her hands went to her breasts and she began to knead and pull her nipples. She moaned loudly, unable to stop herself, and closed her eyes. He watched avidly as she twisted her nipples, encouraging them to get even harder. She opened her eyes, grasping her left breast firmly, staring down at him. She leaned forward, bringing her breast to her mouth, and began licking at her nipple.

  The lust in his eyes made her happy.

  She lowered her hands and then lifted the hem of her skirt, showing herself to him. She wiggled her white hose to her ankles. She was freshly shaved, knowing this, too, would please him. Her clit throbbed as he stared at her. She couldn't help herself. Her other hand found her soaked pussy, and, pulling her lips apart with her fingers, she rubbed her clit with her thumb, holding her skirt high. She moaned again.

  "Take off your skirt."

  She did so, pushing it down and stepping quickly out of it, now completely naked before him. She watched him as he looked her up and down, smiling all the while.

  "Turn around."

  She did so, leaning forward, her ass in his face. S he looked back at him, smiling, then reached between her legs and again found her clit. She bit her lower lip as she teased herself, then slowly slid a finger into her dripping pussy, her eyes never leaving his.

  "I didn't say you you could touch yourself," he said.

  "No, sir," she said, smiling. "But you're glad I did."

  He laughed and her heart tumbled.

  "Over my knee, please."

  She moaned again, her knees nearly buckling as the anticipation ripped through her. Oh my God, he's really going to spank me!

  She turned around and smiled at him. He patted his lap and she eased herself over him, her crotch pressed firmly into his knee. She was soaking his trousers already, and was glad. She felt his stiffness pressing against her belly.

  "Knees apart," he commanded.

  She quickly complied.

  His hands finally found her, tracing over the rounded flesh of her bottom. He pulled his hand away abruptly and she sucked in a breath, but he was only teasing her. Then his hand was between her legs, finding the source of her wetness, opening her lips.

  "Hmm, very nice," he said, causing her to smile.

  She felt his finger ease into her and she pushed back against it, willing it to go deeper. He slid it in and out of her, teasing her, making her squirm. Her legs shaking, she tried to remain still, but lost the battle.

  He pulled out of her and smacked her ass, once, hard. She jumped and squealed, and received two more swats, one to each cheek. Her bottom warmed and her clit throbbed. The blood pounded in her ears.

  Again he smacked her, firmly, and again. She read stories where the submissive counted each swat aloud but she was too lost in the sensation to muster a coherent thought. It took a minute for her to realize he had stopped, then she felt him at her opening again. One finger, then two, found their way inside her as he began to masturbate her.

  She moaned, or maybe screamed, she wasn't sure. He was giving it to her good and she was loving it. And then he stopped again. Once, twice, three times he smacked her ass, and she nearly jumped off his lap. She was dangerously close to coming and ruining his slacks, she knew, but did not care.

  And then it happened.

  She felt something wet pressing against her anus and she tightened up.

  He swatted her bottom again, several times, alternation cheeks. Her bottom was on fire, now.

  "Relax," he whispered, and she did.

  The wet finger found her anus again and this time she did stifled a moan. Slowly, patiently, he eased his lubricated finger into her as she fought to remain still over his knee. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. The excitement had her on the edge of orgasm.

  He began to ease his finger in and out slowly, taking care not to hurt her, and she was in heaven. Then she felt another new sensation as another finger found her wet pussy again. He paid attention to both places at once, sliding in and out of her, as she rubbed herself against his knee. Her hands found her nipples again, pinching and pulling them as the impending orgasm threatened to take her sanity.

  And then it was too late.

  She grunted deeply, feeling it all the way down to her toes, and she came all over his hand. The juices ran down her thighs, soaking his slacks. She grabbed his knee and held on for dear life and she rocked against him. His fingers never left her but slowly and gently coaxed her through the orgasm.

  She lay there, over his knee, panting heavily. Oh my God! Did that just happen?

  He helped her off of his lap and onto the sofa beside him. His wide smile and the bulge in his trousers let her know that he had enjoyed it to.

  "That was amazing," she said, barely trusting herself to speak. She was covered in sweat and her heart was still racing.

  "Yes it was. But you're not finished yet."

  Looking down at the bulge in his pants, she knew exactly what he wanted. She slid to her knees, moving between his legs. She stared him in the eye as she undid hid belt, his pants and then, slowly, his zipper. She licked her lips, winking at him, and he smiled back at her.

  She bent to her task, grasping his pants firmly and yanking them down. His rock-card cock sprang free, begging for attention. It was larger than she had dare hope for, fully erect at nearly seven inches with plenty of girth.

  She smiled up at him, reaching out to take him in her hand. She stroked him slowly, wanting to tease him a bit as payback for the times he had teased her on the phone and online. She noted the pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock and bent forward to suck him clean.

  "Stop," he whispered, making her freeze.

  She looked up at him questioningly, a smile on her lips.

  "Put your hands behind your back," he said, taking his penis into his fist.

  She did as she was told, clasping her hands behind her, wondering what he planned.

  He moved forward until his cock was mere inches from her. She opened her mouth to take him willingly, and he rubbed the head along her lips. She kissed his cock hungrily, licking at the head as he rubbed it on her cheeks and lips. But when she tried to take him into her mouth, he eased away.

  "I'm waiting."

  Damn him.

  "Please, sir." Said softly, her gaze again on the floor.

  "Yes?" he said, clearly expecting her to elaborate.

  "Please, sir, let me suck your cock." And she meant it. She wanted, needed, to taste all of him.

  "Why should I let you?" The smile was evident in his voice.

  She looked up at him again and smiled as she met his eyes.

  "Because I am your cum-slut and I want to suck it and taste your cum, sir."

  "I've waited a long time to let you, my dear."

  And with that, he pushed forward, his rigid cock poking her cheek until she turned and took him into her mouth. He smelled freshly washed and tasted even better, she thought, getting on with it. She licked and sucked him, lubricating him with her saliva, before taking him deeper, slowly deeper, into her mouth. Hands still behind her, she knew that she would earn this one the hard way.

  Tears down her face as she looked up at him, his huge cock filling her whole mouth, the feel of it at the back of her throat making her gag was almost unbearable but so pleasurable at the same time. He stopped suddenly and looked disappointed. It didn’t take long for her to realise why.

  Hands still behind her back he made her stand up and turn around pushing her body over guiding her hands down towards her ass….

  "You know what to do, slut."

  She knew exactly what he meant and, like a good slut, she pulled her cheeks apart giving him full access to her cunt and ass.

  "I am going to cum in your perfect little ass." He groaned, his breathing shallow. Holding her tight round her gorgeous hips leaving her with no option he was fucking her ass like a wild animal. She bucked and screamed, her tits hanging down.

  A swift hard slap on her ass ceek as he fucked her ass made it all too much for her and the pulsing from her pussy raged through her body screaming in ecstasy when he exploded deep into her ass. His cock was rigid and locked tight as her ass gripped him, still feeling the pulsing of her pussy and his cum still pumping into her as he held her tightly around her waist.

  "Well done. You did well."

  She was so exhausted she almost passed out. Feeling the pain from her stretched ass and the cum pouring down her leg she had never felt so humiliated. No amount of fantasising could have prepared her for what had happened, but she knew one thing.

  She wanted it again.

  The End

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