Nasty

[Pa****]

Hi,

I want to thank fellow Kinkster Minta, for giving me the inspiration to write this. The ideas came from our conversations about control and submission - it is not about her, or anyone else in particular. It's pure smut, and just to clear i don't condone anything that isn't consentual . I hope you like it.

 

 

Before we met today, we had spent a lot of time corresponding, getting to know one another and finding out what our fantasies and needs are. “Sir” as he prefers that I call him, had made it very clear that my safety was paramount, and he had explained that he gets his pleasure from giving pleasure so I should be very honest about my fantasies.

Without holding back, I told him that I had 3 fantasies that I wanted fulfilled. Firstly, I wanted to be restrained and used. I didn’t care how – he could fuck any of my holes if he wanted. And spank me as hard as he wanted. I didn’t care if I couldn’t sit down for a week afterwards. My pleasure was giving Sir whatever he desires. Without argument or hesitation.

The second of my fantasies was to be spit roasted. Taken at both ends and in all my holes. I wanted to be used and degraded. It could be as nasty as Sir wanted it to be.

And finally, I wanted to be paid to be a whore by clients that Sir found for me…. I would do all of this willingly and all of it for Sir…

Sir was very explicit about what I should wear: a gimp mask, ball gag, stockings, suspenders, stilettos and a pearl necklace. Exactly that and nothing more.

So, there I am, dressed as instructed face down and spread eagled on a luxurious bed with my wrists and ankles restrained. A pillow underneath my midriff to raise my butt in the air. I can’t see anything, I can’t hear anything, I can’t speak, and I can’t move. I am petrified. I am completely at Sir’s mercy, and I have no idea as to what is going to happen to me next.

And I am utterly exhilarated.

My muffled hearing alerts me that someone has come into the room as I hear the door open and shut and footsteps are somewhere behind me. I feel the weight of someone sit down beside me. There is a slight pause but then I feel the gentle stroke of fingertips on the nape of my neck, then on my shoulders followed by the back of my arms. This sends a tingle through my body and to the intimate centre of my body. The stroking although gentle, is very deliberate. He wants me wet for him. He wants my juices dripping down the inside of my thighs. Now I know why he didn’t want me wearing panties.

Something firm and moist settles at the top of my spine and runs slowly down my spine to my coccyx. I think he is going to stop there as he momentarily pauses. But he carries on down, his hands pulling apart my buttocks as wide as they can go. Sir had told me to wash EVERY intimate part of me thoroughly. Now I know why.

His tongue runs down to my anus where it stops. He runs it around my anus in a circular motion, firstly clockwise, then anti clockwise. The nerve ends overwhelm me with a beautiful sensation. I know that I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but I am. Nice girls don’t let men do this to them. But for the next few minutes at least I have decided that I am not a nice girl, and that I want his tongue to push deep into me. And that’s what he does, followed by a lubricated finger, pushing into me….. ...in and out, again and again, almost as though he is opening me up for something else. Something bigger... ...and longer.
 

Then, without warning, he pulls away. After a few seconds I feel something that I think is leather run slowly down my spine…. ..is that a riding crop?

There is a gentle tapping on both buttocks and on the insides of my thighs....

I am waiting for the first stroke of the crop, but nothing happens. He is toying with me. My sense of anticipation is completely ramped up. Then without warning a cupped hand begins to strike my buttocks in an upward motion. First one buttock and then the other. He strikes up a rhythm. The vibration generated from the strikes resonates into the area of my dripping wet pussy, rapidly creating a longing for something more. But I know that what he is doing is warming me up for something more impactful. Suddenly the upward strokes are replaced with downward strikes which sting. He intersperses the upward strokes with random downward hits, building an intensity which makes my buttocks glow.

Then it stops. The spanking is replaced by a gentle but firm kneading action of my buttocks, pulling them apart and the pushing them back together again. I feel fingertips running down the back of my thighs and then back up. The hand lifts off and slips between my pussy lips. Gently working them apart in an up and down motion a finger slips in and then pushes deep inside me. Followed by another finger… …and another. This trio of fingers pushes back and forth, and then push against the front of my vaginal wall clawing that special spot that men have heard about but rarely find.

Working that special place for what seems an eternity sends waves of pleasure overwhelming me, engulfing me and causing me to writhe with delight. Slowly he removes his hand from inside me… I can sense that he has stepped to the side of the bed. I feel a hand pull the ball gag out and down from my mouth. Before I can utter a word, he pushes the fingers of the hand that has been inside me into my mouth. I greedily lap at these fingers licking and sucking my own juices, savouring the salty sweet nectar.

Just as quickly as he put his fingers in my mouth, he removes them. “Please Sir, fuck me” I utter out loud. But before I can say anything more, he pulls the gag back in place. There is another pause, and then without warning I feel the sting of a riding crop on my buttocks. He reigns what feels like a torrent of blows down onto my buttocks. His accuracy is uncanny. With each stroke he finds the “sit spots” that will make sitting down tomorrow uncomfortable, but I really don’t mind. Giving whatever pleasure he desires of me is all that I want…..

…..The spanking is sustained, and my buttocks are smarting rather than glowing. Eventually he stops, signifying this with a lingering kiss on each buttock. His footsteps tell me he has gone to the bathroom. After a brief interlude he returns and places a cold wet flannel across my buttocks.

He lays down next to me and d***s one arm around me. With the other he places it on my head and gently strokes my head through the gimp mask. After a time, he rolls off the bed, moves round to the end of the bed and undoes the restraints on my ankles. He then goes back to the other end of the bed and removes the restraints around my wrists.

I hear the door open, and another set of footsteps enter the room. There is an exchange of words, the essence of which is indecipherable, but I know what’s coming next. My hand and ankles are grabbed, and I am swivelled round. Without ceremony my waist is pulled up along with my shoulders. I am on all fours. I feel a hand grab the ball gag and pull it down and out of my mouth. Almost immediately I feel a stiff cut penis shoved in my mouth, while at the same time an uncut cock is being worked between my lips at the other end.

I don’t know which is Sir’s cock, but it doesn’t matter. Very quickly they build up a rhythm between them. As one pushes their cock in, the other pulls back. The cock in my mouth is pushed down my throat to the extent that I am gagging on it. After a few minutes I can hear a muffled exchange between the two and then they both pull out of me. They swap places. The cut cock is now lubed and I can feel it being pushed into my arsehole. It is tight and hurts a little, but I remember that this is all for Sir. The “owner” of this cock senses my discomfort and momentarily pulls out to apply more lube. Then he rams it back in me.

Everything is a blur. The sensation of being fucked hard in my arse while taking another cock in my mouth is draining me, mentally, emotionally, and physically. The gimp mask is pulled off my head, and a voice says, “suck harder”. Suddenly I can feel the cock in my mouth begin to tense and then twitch. A strong spurt of cum hits the back of my throat. The cock is pulled back and then out while ribbons of cum mixed with saliva fill my mouth and then dribble down my chin on to my breasts.

“Clean it up” the same voice says. The cock goes back into my mouth, and I use my tongue to do as I am ordered. I work his cock really hard trying to get every drop of his essence. The cock in my arse is working hard and its owner is dousing it with copious amounts of lube. I can start to feel the cock tensing, getting bigger …. … I hear a groan and then there is a huge spurt of cum deep into my arse. Followed by another, then another….. He pulls out of me.

So, there I am on all fours dishevelled, exhausted and with cum dripping out of both ends of me. “Don’t move” says Sir. “I just want a couple of pictures of my special slut for the scrap book…”

After taking a lot of pictures he tells me to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. Twenty minutes later I step out of the bathroom. Facing me are 6 men, each completely naked and sporting the biggest, hardest cocks imaginable.

Sir Turns to me and smiling says to me: “these gentlemen have each paid me £300 to fuck you however they please. I get to keep all of the ***. You get the pleasure of pleasing Sir.

Gentlemen, she is all yours. Do whatever you want with her – but do not under any circumstances hurt her. She may act like a slut when I tell her, but she is the most precious possession that I own. And I do own her”.

The end

 

[Submissivejohn]

Very good I like it we’ll written

[Deleted Member]

Wow I actually loved that 😍

[an****]

Hi