Good Little Whore?

He led her up the stairs slowly, stopping when they were just inside
the stairwell to double-check her blindfold. Secure. A tug at her hand
got her moving again, and she counted the steps off in her head. They
were home. The leading became easier, as she knew where things were
now. He paused her in the living room, leaning close behind her, his
lips brushing her neck as he whispered.

"You're going to do as you're told, right?"

She nodded, giving him both a physical and verbal answer, neither of
which was really needed. Of course she would do as she was told. "Yes,
Master." The words gave them both a delicious chill, still so early in
the arrangement.

He moved in front of her, then, his fingertip tracing her jaw line
gently. "Good. Because tonight I have something special for you." He
didn't expect an answer. His hands moved to her waist, tugging the
bottom of her t-shirt from her jeans, and pulling it up. One hand kept
the blindfold in place while the other slipped the shirt off her head.
Her jeans were next, and he unbuttoned them slowly, dragging the
zipper down teasingly. They slipped easily off her hips, and she put a
hand on his shoulder to steady herself while balancing on first one
foot, then the other to have them removed.

Months ago, he'd forbid her from wearing panties. She stood, then,
only in her bra - an article that he quickly relieved her of. He was
gone, then, moving out of the room almost soundlessly.

The feeling of cool metal on her nipple told her he was back. She
stood a little straighter, both the air and her anticipation making
both nipples stand at attention. He slipped the clips on gently, the
pressure more than she was used to. It caused a gasp, which was
followed by a soft moan. Her master was kind, and extra pain always
meant extra pleasure. The heavy chain swung between her tits, and he
added a small weight to increase the pull. Then, he took her hand,
leading her into the bedroom.

Six steps from the bedroom door to the edge of the bed. She'd counted
them over and over, and instinctively stopped. He was behind her,
still. Or was he? His voice coming from the other side of the room
both startled and confused her.

"Bend over. Hands on the bed. Ass in the air."

She did, her mind racing. She felt movement behind her immediately...
a hand caressing her ass, dipping between her thighs.

"See? I told you she'd be wet." Again, his voice from over there. Who
else was with them? The blindfold was too tight. She had no way of
seeing anything, until he wanted her to.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of pressure. A cockhead
pressed at the opening to her pussy, demanding entrance.

"Be a good little slut for him, Precious. Spread your legs"

With an excited moan, she does. The head presses again, slipping into
her now dripping pussy. He was letting someone else fuck her. Watching
him. The cock sank further in, and she felt the rough fabric of his
jeans rubbing against her tender pussy lips as he thrust all the way.
He hadn't even bothered to undress... he just took his cock out and
shoved it into her. The thought excited her like she'd never imagined,
and her hips bucked back to meet him. His strokes were slow and even.

"God...." He hadn't given her permission to speak, but it slipped out.

"Does that feel good baby? You like to be fucked, don't you?"

"Mmmm..... yes."

His tone turned stern. "Yes ~what~?"

"Yes, Master. I love to be fucked."

A pause. Was he angry? "Would you like him to fuck you harder?"

The cock felt wonderful, but the slow, teasing fucking was driving her
crazy. "Yes, please Master." There was another slow stroke in, while
hands came to rest on her hips. Suddenly, she was being fucked hard.
Almost savagely. The chain between her tits swayed, the weight
catching on the bed sheets, making her sore nipples ache. He fucked
her fast, ramming into her so hard that she felt the teeth of his
zippered fly biting into her naked pussy lips. She moans, bucking back
against him, feeling herself almost ready to cum already.

He stops, suddenly, and she gives a soft whimper of protest as his
cock slips out of her. A moment later, it's pressing at her ass, and
he seems to be waiting for something. There's a long, electric pause,
and then she hears her Master's voice again.

"An extra fifty, and you can cum in her ass."

There's a grunt of agreement from behind her, followed by hands,
spreading her asscheeks apart as Master's words ring in her ears....
an extra fifty. Extra. This man, whoever he is, paid Master to fuck
her. She's a whore. Suddenly, her orgasm is even more insistent. If he
paid, she'll be the best little whore there is. Master will be proud.
She presses back when she feels the tip of his cock pressing her
puckered asshole. It slips in, but she doesn't expect him to continue
to push. The whole of his cock presses on, filling her ass, causing a
soft, pained yelp. He pauses a moment when his open zipper is once
again biting into her flesh, giving her just a moment to adjust to him
before he begins to piston in and out, his hands roughly grabbing her
tits, using them as leverage to ram her now stretched ass.

She can hear Master across the room... his heavy breathing telling her
that he's excited. She imagines him watching, stroking his cock while
she's fucked so roughly. There's a tinge of disappointment at this...
she loves to watch him, but the blindfold doesn't even let in the
slightest bit of light.

"Cum for me, Slave"

The grip on her tits tightens, and the pain brings her mind sharply
back to the present. The clamps are removed, dropping to the bed, and
her reddened nipples are rubbed roughly as he slams again into her
ass. Pulling her back onto him, she feels his balls empty into her,
each jet searingly hot. The feeling makes her fulfill Master's demand,
and she shrieks loudly as she cums, her ass tightening around the
cock, milking every drop of cum from it.

He leaves it in her, his hands slipping down to cup her tits as he
pulls her to standing. His lips on her neck cause her to gasp softly.
The kiss is familiar, and her mind spins, still in recovery from the
shattering orgasm. The blindfold is slipped down just as there is a
loud click from across the room. Her eyes open to see not her beloved
Master, but a small tape recorder. His arms circle her, his soft laugh
echoing in her ear as his lips brush the lobe.

"Did you really think I could share you so soon?"