Becoming his perfect slut
She sat at the hotel bar, trying to look like she hadn’t been stood up. Where was he? he said he would probably be early but 20 minutes had passed and there was still no sign of him.
Finishing her drink she decided he could fuck off and die as far as she was concerned. She was a beautiful 23 year old, loads of guys in this bar would happily sate her need for cock. She was trying to decide if the barman was gay or not and if he would be into the kinky shit she craved, when a hand landed on her shoulder.
She looked up into the eyes of an older man, smartly dressed in a suit. He looked a little flustered, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t find a parking space I’ve been driving round the city centre for 40 minutes looking for somewhere”. Let me get you a drink, I sure as hell need one. She immediately forgave him and accepted the drink.
As they started to drink he put his hand on her thigh. She was not used to this, normally the boys she dated were all “can I?”, “is it OK if I?”. He was different, dominant even, he just assumed he could take what he wanted from her and she realised that she really wanted to give it.
His hand start to travel up her leg. Obediently she spread her legs, that’s when he realised that she had no panties and was complete bald down there.
“Mmm someone seems keen”, he smiled. Then in a more serious tone, “I want to own, control and use your body.“ he said looking deep into her eyes. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes sir” she replied instantly, her bare cunt moistening at the idea of being controlled.
He knew she was now his plaything, so he forced two fingers straight into her. He noticed immediately how wet she is, takes out his fingers and puts them to her lips for her to suck. She opens her mouth inviting the fingers in and sucks her own juices off of him right there at the bar.
“Good girl, I have a room upstairs. Would you like to join me up there?” he said with a wicked smile. "But, be careful how you answer little one, because as soon as you enter that room you will become my fuck toy to use how I please”.
She stood up and looked directly in his eyes as she simply replied “yes sir”. Obediently she followed him as he walks towards the lift.
Once in the lift he moves forward and kisses her, sliding two fingers deep inside her pussy, finger fucking her hard. Breaking the kiss he watches the pleasure arch across her face as he works her cunt. The lift pings to announce the floor, so he pulled his fingers out and sucks them clean. “mm needy slut, my favourite taste”, he says with a wink.
She nervously walks into the room behind him. Once the door has closed he locks it and shoves her against the door hard, roughly kissing her. Once the kiss is broken he instructs her to strip and present herself to him.
Following his orders she removes all her clothing. Then kneels with her chest pressed out knees speed open and head facing the ground. She stays like that awaiting further instructions.
He walks round her slowly, inspecting every inch of her body. Lifting her hair he inspects the back of her neck. Commanding her on to all fours he then parts her arse cheeks and takes a long time looking at her tight little arsehole.
Moving down, he parts her pussy and again spend a long time looking at it, investigating with is fingers. “Very nicely smooth not a hair on it, good girl”.
He commands her back into the kneeling position and moves round to her front. Lifting her breasts he inspects each one in turn, pulling the nipples out as far as they will go.
“Mmm well your figure is good enough, your pretty face gets me hard and you look after yourself for me. But it could do with some improvements..”
“That arse looks like it hasn’t been really punished for months Those breasts would look better with bruises and that neck needs a collar. Don’t you agree princess?”
He turns and walks over to the case then gets out and presents a collar.
The collar is pure leather and thick with a shiny hoop on it right in the front and back. He walks up to her and grab a fist full of her hair. Pulling his hand back he exposes her neck ready to collar it.
Once he puts it on, she moans and goes to touch it without permission. He looks straight at her with a dangerous smirk.
She knows she is going to get punished.
The thought of having this beautiful girl completely at his mercy causes his cock to harden. Seeing the bulge grow in the front of his suit trousers she licks his lips.
“Oh dear princess, you seem to have forgotten that tonight is about my pleasure and you are only here to serve. Instead you seem to be enjoying yourself without permission. I think a punishment is in order”.
Walking over to his bag he now fetches out his riding crop. “Now hold your breasts up for me, its about time you got punished. Hopefully you will learn a little more respect”.
He looks into her pretty eyes and sees a mixture of fear and horniness as the crop hovers above her breasts.
Finally he brings down the crop hard across her breasts. She looks straight at him as she counts ‘one sir ’. By the time she says ten her breasts are red and swollen. Tears run down her face, but he shows no mercy.
By twenty she is red raw and crying. He stops and unzip his trousers and his cock springs out and stands hard to attention. “How apologise properly princess”, she knows instantly what to do.
Crawling with her mouth open over to him she starts to suck slowly. Growing impatient he grabs her head and face fucks her. Growling as she gags on her cock. He only allows her very short breaks to catch her breath before driving back into her mouth.
When satisfied he stops and looks at her red faced and drooling down onto her sore breasts.
Then he reaches over for his phone and takes a couple of pictures of her with your make-up smeared like a cheap slut. “You look so pretty princess I need a few pictures for my album of degraded sluts”.
“Now I think your breasts look perfect, don’t you sweetheart? But your bottom is so pale I think it needs reddening”. Taking her by the hand he leads her to the end of the bed. He tells her to bend right over and put her hands on the bed to steady herself. “I don’t want you to fall over and hurt yourself whilst I make your bottom glow”.
She stands bent over tensing in anticipation, her tits glowing with the hurt from the last beating and her pussy dripping with the anticipation of getting her bottom thrashed. Reaching into his bag “cane or paddle?” “mmm paddle I think, it will make such a lovely sound on that cute bottom”.
“Now how many strokes?” he says.
“mmm, that doesn’t sound many. How about 20?”.
She looks a little frightened, but replies “Yes sir”.
“Good 20 it is, 20 on each cheek”. She gasps just as the paddle comes crashing down on her bottom.
Again she starts to count ‘one’ ‘two’ her arse getting more painful with every beat. Tears start to fall and her voice is cracking as she counts. He stops to admire his work and tells her he is half way.
She gasps with disappointment hoping it was closer to being finished.
Her pussy is dripping on to the floor and she feels confused as to why she is wet and horny when her arse is being tortured and sore.
In that moment she realised she is a dirty little fuckslut. His dirty little fuckslut.
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