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From: Fantasy Story <fantasystories2000@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Schoolgirl Slave Chapter 8
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Date: Sat,  4 Jun 2005 12:10:05 -0400
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Schoolgirl Slave
By Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000



   Chapter 8 - Sleep Over

   When Richard had said he was going to have a shower Janet foolishly
thought she'd be left alone for a while but this was not to be.  He took
all the cuffs off but left her collar on then made her crawl to the
bathroom as he told her that he was going to let her clean him.

   As he stood in the shower, letting his naked slave soap and wash him he
felt like an Arab sheik with a harem girl pampering him and looking after
his every need.  Way cool!  Especially as he made her carefully soap and
wash his still hard cock and run her soapy fingers through his arse crack.
The other part that was great was when her boobs brushed against him.  Also
way cool!  Boobs had to be one of the greatest things ever invented!  When
she was behind him, washing his back he captured her hands, bringing them
around to his chest so that her big boobs were squashed against his back.

   "That's the way slave, use those tits to wash me with.  Yeah, good slave
girl."

   He made her rub him with her soapy boobs for a while, getting her to
stop and soap up her tits a couple of times till the rumble in his stomach
intruded.  After she's washed him he'd intended playing with her body but
he decided that could wait till another time.  Which was one of the great
things about this, that there would be other time - as many of them as he
wanted.

   "Okay slave, I reckon I must be clean now.  Your turn.  I'll give you
thirty minutes to be clean, dry and looking good again."

   It didn't take too long for Richard to towel himself off and then she
was alone, still standing under the water, finally able to relax a little
as she tried to imagine the water washing all the horror and humiliation
away.  When she eventually turned off the shower it felt so good to be able
to cover herself, to wrap a towel around her body that she just stood
there, luxuriating in the feeling although she knew she'd have to get rid
of the towel when he came back.

   Picking up the hair dryer she sat in front of the mirror, examining her
face really carefully as she started drying her hair.  Nothing.  Somehow
she thought she should look different.  After all she'd been raped,
whipped, had all sorts of disgusting things done to her so surely it would
show.  But it didn't, not even where he'd slapped her face.  Now that she'd
showered, even her eyes were clear, no longer red from all the crying she'd
done.

   Putting down the dryer she slowly lowered the towel, exposing her boobs.
There were a couple of faint red marks, but nothing that really looked like
she'd been whipped.  She carefully traced a finger along one of the marks
across the top of her left boob but it didn't hurt.  Still nothing.  Then
her focus went to her nipples remembering the agony when the whip had
landed on them and when he'd squeezed them.  Surely they'd still be sore
she thought.  Tentatively she rubbed her finger over her left nipple.

   "Ohhh."

   Although touching her nipple brought a gasp, it wasn't from pain.  She
quickly pulled the towel back up, ashamed at the tingling rush of pleasure
that had radiated from her nipple when she touched it.  Picking up the
dryer, she resumed drying her hair, fighting back a fresh round of tears.
Once again her body was betraying her, proving what a slut she was.

   She mechanically brushed and dried her hair till her arm ached and she
had to stop.  Then she sat, shoulders slumped, once again feeling totally
at his mercy as she stared blankly at the mirror, waiting for him to
return.

   "Yeah, that's great, you're looking good again.  Okay, towel off and get
in position slave."

   She hadn't heard him come into the bathroom but she quickly slid off the
chair, reluctantly unwrapping the towel and letting it drop to the floor as
she knelt in front of him, hands behind her back.  Although her eyes were
downcast she could see the end of the lead so she wasn't surprised when he
put the collar around her neck again, locking it in place.  Then he dropped
her clothes at her feet.

   "Okay slave, you can put these back on for a while."

   "Thank you."

   "Master!"

   "Thank you master.  I'm sorry."

   "You can write it down in your punishment book later along with all the
other stuff.  Now get them on."

   Clothes.  She wouldn't have to walk around naked.  She quickly picked up
them up, looking for her panties, desperate to cover herself now that he
was going to let her, but they weren't there.  Her bra was also missing. 
All that he'd given her were her skirt and t-shirt.  She knew she should
just put on the skirt and top but she couldn't help herself asking.

   "Umm, where's the rest ...  master?"

   "What'd you mean?"

   "Well, my bra and panties aren't here master."

   "Fuck.  You're really asking to be punished aren't you slave.  You'll
wear what I want you to wear.  And I don't want you wearing underwear or
bras and stuff.  You know what?  For asking that you don't wear panties or
bras when we're together from now on, understand?  Ever!  From now on you
tits and cunt have to be available to me whenever I want them.  So quit
complaining or you can give me back the t-shirt slave."

   "No, it's ok, I'm sorry master.  I'm sorry really.  Look, I'm putting
them on master."

   Cursing herself for being so stupid she quickly pulled the skirt and
t-shirt on, grateful to at least be able to cover herself this much. 
Sinking to her knees again she resolved to just do what he said and not
give him any more reasons for punishments.

   Richard found it almost as much of a turn on watching her legs and boobs
disappear under the skirt and t-shirt, as when she'd taken them off earlier
in the day.  When she was finally kneeling at his feet again he felt what
was becoming a familiar rush of power, this time because he knew that if he
wanted to he could just put his hands inside her clothes and play with her
and she wouldn't dare object.  She was so his.

   "Okay but that'll be two punishments.  One for not calling me master and
one for asking stupid questions.  Now come on.  Pizza should be here soon.
No ...  you can crawl slave girl."

   "Yes master."

   With a tug on the leash, he headed off and she crawled after him,
starting to wonder what other horrors he had planned for tonight and trying
not to think of what the punishments might be.

   They'd just reached the bottom of the stairs when the doorbell rang. 
His first thought was that he should hide her but then he realised that
there was no need.  In fact he could have a bit of fun with her.

   "Okay slave, up you get.  Here's the money."

   She stared at him blankly as he unclipped the leash.

   "I want you to pay for the pizza.  Come on."

   With any luck the delivery guy would be someone they knew from school so
he could show off his new girlfriend but unfortunately it wasn't.  However
the guy was obviously impressed with Janet.  When she answered the door his
eyes went straight to her tits, checking out her obviously braless state,
causing Janet to blush a deep red.  Richard took the pizza and drink,
quickly getting rid of them so he could stand behind her as she paid the
guy.

   He carefully put his hand on her beautiful arse, wishing he could tell
the guy that she was his slave but knowing he'd just have to be happy with
the guy assuming she was his girlfriend, which was a pretty cool thing
anyway.  For a second she tensed and he thought she was going to try to
pull away but she didn't.

   As Janet and the guy did their stuff, Richard dropped his hand down till
he felt the back of her bare thigh, then brought it up underneath her skirt
till he was holding her naked arse cheek, gently squeezing the firm flesh.
She only just managed to muffle her gasp, turning it into a cough as his
finger slipping into her arse crack and pressed against her arsehole.  The
guy gave her a funny look as she coughed again, trying to cover her
discomfort as he counted out the change in front of her and as Richard
pushed his finger further forward along her slit till he was just able to
get the tip of his finger into her cunt.

   As soon as the pizza guy had backed out the door, shutting it behind
him, Richard pulled his hand out and acted as though nothing unusual had
happened.

   "Okay.  You take this stuff into the family room and I'll go get some
glasses and stuff.  Thought we could watch some TV, ok?"

   "Um, ok ...  master."

   They ate the pizza in front of the TV, sitting on the sofa side by side,
watching reruns of The Simpson's on cable which Janet was sort of grateful
for because it allowed her to half forget what had happened.  And Richard
didn't try to do anything to her, which was even better.  By the end of the
third episode she was even joining Richard's laughter at the craziness of
the Simpson's.  Then a movie started and Richard left her by herself for a
while as he cleared away the stuff from their dinner.

   The movie wasn't really very interesting but Janet watched it intently.
She figured that if it looked like she was really into it Richard might
leave her alone.

   When he came back, Richard was feeling sort of nervous, as he'd decided
that for the rest of the evening he wanted to act out another of his Janet
fantasies.  It was a major one this time, where he'd "accidentally" met
Janet somewhere and instead of ignoring him like normal, she'd told him
that she was really sorry about everything that had happened.  She'd
finally realised how horrible she'd been to him and really wanted them to
be friends again.  Richard, being such a great guy, had of course forgiven
her and asked her if she wanted to come over to his place to hang out. 
They'd ended up watching TV and fortunately his parents were out.  It was
evening and they sat side by side on the sofa, watching a movie.  Naturally
they kissed and started to make out.  It was really romantic and eventually
she asked him to make love to her, telling him she wanted him to be her
first.  So of course he did.  Sometimes on the sofa, other times they'd go
to his room.  And it was always great!

   Of course he knew that reality wasn't going to be quite the same but
that was okay.  Just so long as it was close.  Sitting down alongside her
again, he put his right arm around her shoulder, his hand casually draped
on the top of her arm.  In the fantasy she would have immediately snuggled
into his chest but she just sat there watching the TV, almost like she was
a statue.  Problem.  Of course Janet didn't know he was playing out a
fantasy but he didn't want to have to tell her what to do all the time as
he knew that would spoil the fantasy so he applied a bit of pressure on her
arm with his hand, hoping she'd get it.  For a second he thought she was
going to ignore him but then she changed her position, letting her head
rest against his chest as she moved lower on the sofa.  He did notice
however that she kept a hold of her skirt, making sure it didn't ride up
her legs.  Still, he could live with that because it felt great having
Janet's head against his chest.

   Following this initial move, Janet expected him to do more but he seemed
content to have her head on his chest.  After a few tense minutes waiting
for his next move she relaxed again and tried to turn her attention back to
the movie.  Maybe the night was going to be okay after all she thought.

   Richard resisted the temptation to do anything for as long as he could.
He barely watched the movie, most of his time being spent looking down at
her body, watching the way her beautiful boobs rose and fell.  Because she
didn't have her bra on he could see the bumps her nipple made on the
t-shirt.  They obviously weren't hard but it was still an incredible turn
on being able to look at the sexy bumps they made against the thin material
of her t-shirt.  And below her boobs, her slim legs were like a magnet as
they disappeared under her skirt.

   When the temptation became too great he shifted position a bit as though
he was getting comfortable again and in doing so his left hand ended up
against her left knee.  For a couple more minutes he didn't do anything but
then he started moving his finger against her knee.  Now in his fantasy she
would have responded, moved even closer and let her hand drift to his leg,
caressing him the same way he was caressing her.  But of course she didn't
do any of that so he just concentrated on his mission, to slowly work his
way up her leg to that magical destination, her cunt.

   As soon as his fingers touched her knee Janet knew it was on again, knew
that this was the start of another round of some sort of sex.  As she
watched first one finger, then two, then his whole hand moving against her
knee she just hoped that there would be no pain this time.  Which she knew
meant she'd have to do what he wanted and not try to stop him.  So as his
hand moved further up her leg she resisted her natural instinct to push his
hand away and stayed leaning against his shoulder, trying to keep relaxed,
hoping that this was what he wanted her to do.  The first real test came
when his hand was about a quarter the way along her thigh and his finger
pressed against her other leg.  She knew what this meant and immediately
let her legs spread apart a bit.

   When she let her legs spread at just the lightest push from his finger
he felt his cock jerk.  This was more like the way she should be acting,
responding immediately to what he did.  His hand move down between her
legs, caressing the silky smooth inside of her thigh and when his fingers
once again brushed against her other leg she spread them open even further.
Then a couple of seconds later he watched spellbound as, without any
prompting from him, she moved her right foot, her leg spreading apart as
far as her skirt would allow, giving him total access to her cunt.  Yes! 
She was doing it totally!  His stomach sort of tightened and his cock got
even harder if that was possible.  This was becoming such a turn on!

   It wasn't that she wanted to open her legs like this but as his fingers
moved further up her leg she'd figured she didn't have a choice.  Of course
it then made it easy for his hand and fingers to stroke the sensitive
inside of her thigh, which felt nice.  Very nice.  Increasingly nice,
especially as he was taking so long about it, his fingers and nails moving
almost imperceptibly closer to her pussy.

   By now his hand was pushing against her skirt, inching it higher and
higher up her legs, exposing more and more of her beautiful thighs.  Then
another movement caught his eyes and he stared transfixed as her nipples
hardened, pushing out against her t-shirt.  This must be turning her on. 
Fucking amazing!  He didn't really think about the next move as his other
hand left her shoulder and turned her head up to him till their lips met.

   One part of her was saying just do the minimum but there was another
part that really was getting turned on and there was no hesitation in
parting her lips and letting his tongue invade her mouth.  No, not invade
because he was being nice, gentle even, his tongue just carefully probing
till she let her own tongue answer.

   As they kissed he let his hand move all the way up till he was pressing
against her hot cunt, feeling the wonderful touch of her silky pubic hair
against his thumb as it rested on her mound.  This was so perfect, kissing
her as he started to feel her up.  Well almost perfect.

   The only thing that was missing now for Richard was the feel of her hand
on his cock which by now felt like it was going to burst as it pressed up
against his shorts, begging to be released and played with.  For a while he
was content to just kiss her, hoping she'd do something herself but finally
he had to get her moving.  He brought his right hand down again so it was
on her upper arm and then all he needed to do was apply a little bit of
pressure and her hand moved from her side over to his leg.

   She wasn't surprised when he did this as she knew he'd want her to touch
his thing ...  no, his cock, it was just that she hadn't been able to bring
herself to initiate it.  Now however it was clear what he wanted so she
moved her hand along his leg till she felt the lump made by his cock.

   Richard's stomach was doing flip-flops with the intensity of what was
happening.  He was sitting watching TV with Janet Sheen and they were
petting, necking, making out, whatever anyone wanted to fucking call it. 
And it was so close to being the real thing, really like she was his
girlfriend, so like his fantasies, that he was feeling totally satisfied.
Well almost totally satisfied.  That would come when he fucked her again,
but for the moment he wanted to keep enjoying kissing her and feeling her
up like this while she played with his cock.

   As he felt her hand wrapping around his cock, lightly squeezing it, he
pressed his index finger into her slit and curling it up, managed to slide
it into her cunt.  She tensed, moaning into his mouth and then it felt like
she actually pushed her hips forward, as though she was trying to get more
of his finger inside her.  Which he was more than happy to do except the
position they were in actually made it hard to get his fingers inside her.
Time to get her into a better position.

   Moving his hand from between her legs he reached over and grabbed her
legs with one hand while his other hand was applying pressure on her far
arm.  For a second nothing happened and then she obviously worked out what
he wanted.  She was already half twisted to him so it was fairly easy for
her to reposition herself, swinging her body over his, so that she was
kneeling on the couch, her knees on either side of his legs, her body now
facing him.

   During this they hadn't broken their kiss and her hand hadn't left his
cock.  Her other hand ended up on his shoulder and for a while Richard was
content to just kiss her, his hands resting on her back as he enjoyed the
feel of her hand playing with his cock and her tongue in his mouth. 
Eventually of course he wanted more and he started caressing her back,
making sure as he did so that he was starting to pull her t-shirt up, bit
by bit till it wouldn't go any further.  Only then did he reluctantly break
the kiss.

   As he lifted the t-shirt up and off, she kept her eyes down, unable to
look at him.  This was getting confusing again.  After all the things he'd
done to her, kissing him like this should be horrible but it wasn't.  He
was a good kisser, strong but not slobby like some of the guys she'd known.
And although his tongue was in her mouth, it wasn't like he was trying to
choke her with it.  Her arms lifted up in the air as the t-shirt came off
and then they were down by her side as she just stopped herself from using
them to hide her naked boobs from him.

   It seemed kind of silly to him but seeing her boobs once again really
took his breath away they were so perfect.  Big, round and sitting
impossibly high on her body, not sagging one little bit like so many of the
boobs he'd seen in the stuff on the net.  Begging him to kiss them, to
worship them!  So he did, leaning in till his lips captured her left nipple
as his hands returned to her back.  Her nipples had never been as exciting
in his fantasies as they were in real life.  The texture of them against
his lips and tongue was unlike anything he'd ever known and he knew he'd
keep returning to them again and again in the days ahead.

   For a few seconds Janet was unsure what to do, caught in a three-way
struggle.  She could either do nothing till he made her do something,
pretend to like what he was doing or give into the pleasure of what he was
doing to her body.  She had decided to do the safe, middle choice and
pretend to like what he was doing just as he started to gently suck on her
nipple while the tip of his tongue was circling around it.

   "Ohh, mmm ..."

   Of their own volition, her hands came up to his head, holding him
against her, as her eyes closed and she allowed herself to become lost in
the tingling pleasure he was bringing to her nipples.  It was like she
suddenly had the most incredible itch in her nipple and he was giving her
the ultimate satisfaction as he dealt with it.

   For the next few minutes Richard licked and sucked at her nipples,
taking the time as he moved from one to the other to really get to know
them.  He loved the occasional moans she made and the times when her hands
tightened momentarily on his head, making a mental note of just what his
lips and tongue were doing each time it happened.  What she seemed to like
the most was when he was using a moderate suction at the same time as he
swirled his tongue around the rubbery buds.  The other one that seemed to
work was flicking his tongue as quickly as he could over them.

   The trouble was that all she was doing now was holding his head and
moaning a bit.  In his fantasy she was more active than this, constantly
touching him, showing how much she wanted him.  This was sort of okay, but
not really what he wanted and finally he had to acknowledge that she wasn't
keeping up her side of his fantasy.  Her hands had remained on his head for
way too long.  Not that having her hands on his head wasn't great,
especially when her fingers tightened on his head, sort of giving him a
head massage.  But by now, at least in his fantasy, she should have been
taking his clothes off and she should have been touching him everywhere,
not just on his head.  Reluctantly he pulled back, releasing her nipple.

   Janet had sort of lost herself over the last few minutes, closing her
eyes and allowing the wonderful sensations to flow through her boobs as he
licked and sucked at her nipples.  It took her a couple of seconds to
register that he wasn't bringing his mouth back to her nipples and she
opened her eyes, slowly focusing on his face, only inches from hers, his
lips parted, inviting her.

   He waited for a few seconds as they stared at each other but she didn't
make any move so reluctantly he ran his hands along her arms up to where
they were still resting on his head.  Taking her hands in his he moved them
down to his chest so her fingers were against the buttons of his shirt. 
When he felt her fumbling with the top button, he closed the gap between
them and started kissing her again.

   She'd been so confused, almost at the point of panicking after he'd
broken the kiss and kept staring at her.  Even when he moved her hands from
his head she still didn't know what he wanted.  It was only as she felt the
button on his shirt against her finger that she realised what he was after.
She started unbuttoning his shirt, doing them as quickly as she could,
working her way down his chest till she had them all undone.  He hadn't put
his arms around her again and she knew that this must be so she'd be able
to take his shirt off, which she did, working it over his shoulders and
down his arms then letting it fall to the couch behind them.

   With his shirt now off, she knew what he'd be wanting next.  He'd want
her to take the rest of his clothes off.  She tried to do it but her
fingers seemed to freeze and she just couldn't.  After what felt like an
eternity, she put her hands on his back and started caressing his back as
they continued kissing, hoping that doing this would keep him happy.

   Now that his shirt was off, he pulled her against him, loving the feel
of her hard nipples touching him and then her boobs flattening out against
his chest like twin pillows.  But although that felt great he knew it was
now totally impossible to keep the fantasy thing going.  Maybe he should
have told her what he wanted but that would have spoiled it anyway.  It was
probably that she needed more training.  Yeah, that was it.  He was
treating her like his girlfriend but she was his slave, not his girlfriend.
And what he was meant to be doing now was training her to be a good sex
slave.  Already he'd found that punishing her was a very effective way of
getting her to be a good slave so it was pretty clear that he was going to
have to punish her lots more before she really got it.

   He decided to mostly discard the fantasy, but not the fuck!  After
fucking her, he'd give her another punishment session, making sure she
understood that some of the punishment was because she wasn't doing the
things he wanted her to do right now.  Breaking the seal between their
lips, he moved her head down, tilting his head back so her lips were
against his throat.  For a couple of seconds she just left them against his
throat, not really doing anything then he felt her tongue and the movement
of her lips, licking and kissing him.  As he guided her head lower, his
other hand was pressing against her knee till she moved it back.

   For a while Janet was confused about what he wanted, desperately trying
to figure it out.  Then it dawned.  He wanted her to standup, probably so
she could take off his pants, but she obviously had to keep kissing his
body at the same time.

   The way she was kissing his throat and then his chest as he pushed her
head further down was kind of disappointing.  Not that it wasn't great just
to feel her lips on him.  To know that it was Janet's tongue that was
licking him but he thought it should have felt even better.  It was
tentative, didn't really feel like she was getting into it the way he knew
he had when he'd kissed her whole body earlier in the day.  He'd have to
remember to punish her for that later so she'd be better at it the next
time.  Yeah, that was definitely the way to go, use this to set up her
punishments!  And then maybe have a training session.  And what he could do
tomorrow maybe would be have a training session where he was punishing her
as part of the session.  That'd be fun.  He could tell her to do things to
him, punish her for not doing the properly, get her to do them again,
punish her.  Shit he could do that all day till she was absolutely perfect
at all the sex stuff he wanted!  Yeah, tomorrow was going to be an awesome
day too!

   Still, at least she'd worked out that she had to stand up so she could
get his pants off.  As he felt her hands tugging at the waist of his
shorts, he lifted his bum, allowing her to pull them down his legs and off,
letting his raging hard cock bounce free again.  Soon, soon he'd be back
inside that most amazing of places, her beautiful, tight, velvety cunthole!

   Both his hands were now holding her head, guiding her lips down his body
and she had no doubt where he wanted her to end up.  When the underside of
her chin bumped into his cockhead she heard him gasp and then he was
pulling her mouth from his stomach and tilting her face down.  Opening her
lips wide she let the smooth swollen head of his cock slide over them into
her mouth once again.

   "Oh yeah.  That's the way, get my cock wet."

   Now that she knew exactly what he wanted, it was easy.  Bringing her
hands into play, her left hand cradled his balls while her right hand held
the base of his cock and started moving up and down, just as the girls in
the videos did.

   "Mmmmm"

   "Oh fuck yeah.  And take the rest of your clothes off.  That's the way."

   Maybe it was no longer his 'first time' fantasy but it was still fucking
amazing he thought as he looked down at her.  He was watching the top of
her head bobbing up and down as she started sucking his cock, her lips
tight and her tongue moving against his cockhead and shaft.  Then as he
looked down her back, one hand started tugging at her skirt, pulling it
from where it was bunched around her waist, over her hips and bum, and then
down her legs to fall to the floor.  Now she was naked again, just the way
a slave should be!  And as she settled down onto her knees again, he felt
her boobs against his thighs, her hard nipples drilling into his legs.

   He kept her servicing his cock for at least ten minutes, one hand
guiding her head up and down in an almost hypnotic dance with his hips
providing an instinctive counter move.  As her head swallowed him his hips
pushed up, and then dropped down as her tight sucking mouth moved back up.
Heaven!

   It would have been good to let her keep sucking him till he filled her
mouth with his come once again but he wanted more, he wanted to come deep
inside her as he felt her body pressed against his.  Finally he lifted her
head off his swollen cock.

   "Ok, get back up here.  Come on, sit up here like you were before."

   As Janet clambered back onto the couch, her knees on either side of his
thighs, he slid down a little further so that his wet cock was positioned
under her, ready for her to sit on it.

   "Sit on my cock.  Come on, put my cock in you.  I want to feel it
sliding all the way into you."

   As her hand started to position his hard cock at her slit his mouth
hungrily covered hers again, his tongue pushing into her mouth.  Rubbing
his cockhead back and forth through her already damp slit she eased down a
fraction as she lined the head up with the entrance to her vagina ...  no
her cunt.  For a moment she hesitated, her shame and humiliation surfacing,
not sure if she could bring herself to voluntarily impale herself on his
cock but the fear of his "punishments" was enough push her into action. 
Easing down she let him enter her so he could rape her again although
apparently this time she was going to have to do all the work.

   "Ohh ..."

   At first it was just the top of his cock stretching her again, filling
her entrance but then she eased down further, once again feeling a cock
opening her up, splitting her in two.  With half his cock inside she
stopped to get her breath before she lifted up a fraction and then dropped
down again.  This happened three more times until she had all his cock
inside her, filling her totally.  During all this their mouths had been
glued together, his tongues invading her mouth as his cock invaded her
cunt.

   For a while she stayed locked there, coming to terms once again at
feeling so incredibly full.  The trouble was that it felt good having this
thing inside her and she didn't want it to, she wanted it to feel horrible,
like being raped should feel.  But it didn't feel horrible, didn't feel
like an invasion, more like a coming home as though she was meant to have
something stretching and filling her down there.

   "Oh yeah, your pussy is so hot.  So hot and so tight.  Feels so fucking
good.  Okay, now, fuck me.  Come on start moving it slave."

   As she started slowly moving up and down on his cock he dropped his head
down to her tits, capturing one of her hard nipples in his mouth and
sucking on it while his hands moved down to her hips.  He let her keep the
slow pace going because it sort of felt like her cunt was massaging his
cock, making it feel really good but not pushing him too far.  Having come
so many times already today he was pretty sure he'd be able to hold out for
a long time and he was planning on enjoying every long minute of it.

   His lips moved back and forth from one nipple to the other as his hands
caressed her thighs and bum, feeling her muscles flex and relax as she
continued fucking him.  It wasn't only the feelings that were so great, it
was also the fact that he could do this.  He could make her fuck him in
this sort of gentle, loving fashion.

   In spite of herself, Janet was enjoying this, more and more.  It felt
like his cock was caressing her pussy as she slid up and down and after a
while she was even pushing her tits forward, helping him to tongue and lick
her achy, hard nipples.

   "Ohh."

   It was getting too much for both of them and when one of his hands
gripped her hips and started to increase the pace there was no thought of
resistance.

   "Oh fuck yeah.  Feels so fucking good.  Oh shit.  This is fucking
incredible."

   Now he took complete control of the pace forcing her to go faster and
faster until her tits were bouncing and he couldn't keep her nipple in his
mouth.  For a while he watched her firm boobs jiggling on her chest before
he pulled her body against his, pressing her tits to his chest as his mouth
found the side of her neck and he started kissing her neck, sucking on her.
As hard as he tried to hold back his climax, it proved impossible and his
grip on her hip became almost painful as he pulled her down, jamming his
cock up as forcefully as he could.

   "Shit.  Coming, fucking coming!  Oh fuck yeah!  Oh, fuck that's so
fucking good!  Oh shit."

   He held her as tightly as he could his hips jerking up with each
glorious pulse as he filled her cunt once again with his come.

   "Oh fuck yeah.  Coming inside you again!  Fucking amazing.  Oh shit
that's good!"

   Janet was getting close to coming but wasn't there yet.  Her first
instinct was to keep riding his cock, to allow the pressure that had been
building on her clitoris each time she pressed her pubic bone against him
to bubble over into her own climax but she didn't.  She just remained
frozen in position, waiting for his next move, praying he was happy with
what she'd done and wouldn't find anything to punish her for.

   Richard held her as tightly as he could, his spent cock still inside
her, occasionally jabbing his hips up as another aftershock hit him. 
Perfection!  He'd never come so many times in the one day and at the moment
he felt like he'd never need to come again.  Well at least not till
tomorrow!  Finally he released his grip on her, flopping back on the couch.

   "Wow.  That was so good.  Fucking you is so fucking good slave."

   He didn't think she'd come this time and for a couple of seconds he
thought about making her come by playing with her clit but he really didn't
think he had the energy.  And besides she was his slave, this was about him
feeling good, not her!  Reaching out he brushed his fingers idly over her
still swollen nipples.

   "Ohh."

   "Like that do you slave?  Hey, I asked you a question slave."

   "I'm sorry, yes master, I do.  I do like it master."

   "And aren't you forgetting something slave?"

   She stared at him, her fear creeping up on her again as she tried to
think of what she'd forgotten.  Then it hit her.  She had to clean his
cock, lick their juices off after he'd fucked her.

   "No, master, I didn't forget, really.  See, I'm doing it now master."

   There was a plopping sound as she pulled herself off his cock and then
she was kneeling between his legs, her mouth and tongue busily licking
every trace of come from his cock and balls.

   Although he was enjoying the power he clearly now had over her as she
slavishly licked and sucked his cock and balls, he was annoyed that she'd
lied to him.  He'd seen it in her eyes that she had forgotten.  As he
watched her licking away all traces of his come he started to get pissed
off at her again.  She really did need punishing if she was going to keep
trying to bullshit him.  He shouldn't have had to remind her about sucking
his cock after he'd fucked her and she was meant to thank him for fucking
her.  Yep, he'd get her to write all the things she done wrong in her book
and then it'd be punishment time!  He lent over her and whacked her on her
naked arse.

   "Ahh."

   "Okay bitch, that's enough.  Time to write up your punishment book."

   "Yes master."

   He'd left the book on the coffee table in front of them so she swiveled
around to start.

   "Let's see I think the first one would be didn't want me to watch you
taking a piss.  And didn't call me master - you'd better leave space for
adding in each time you didn't call me master cause I think we'll find
there's been a few.  And I think you called me Richard that time which
you're not allowed to do because you're just a slut slave so write that
down."

   As she started writing down the punishments the terror that gripped her
body was so overwhelming she literally had to force her hand to write,
grasping the pen tightly so it wouldn't slip out of her shaking hand.  She
didn't know if she'd be able to stand being whipped again and wanted to beg
him not to hurt her but she was afraid that if she did that he'd just add
more punishments.  So she kept on mindlessly writing, slowly filling the
page with punishment after punishment.

   He thought it would only take a few minutes but it took over thirty
minutes for her to write down all the punishments.  And during those thirty
minutes he started to get more excited about punishing her, about treating
her to some more pain after the way she'd been hurting him for the last
three years with her stuck up attitude.  She was squatting on her knees
crouched over the coffee table with her back to him and for a while he just
slouched back on the couch, recovering from their fuck as he told her what
to write down.  After a while though the sight of her naked back and bum
became too tempting and he moved forward on the couch so he could touch
her.

   When he touched her bum she tensed but he didn't mind that.  By now it
was a pretty long list of things he was going to be punishing her for and
he wasn't finished yet.  As he cupped her bum with his hand it came to him
what he was wanted to do.  Spank her.  Put her over his knees and spank
her. To actually have his hand directly hitting her rather than using the
whip would be great.  Lifting his palm up he brought it down in a practice
slap, stopping just short of hitting her but imagining the sound of his
hand connecting with her bum and the cry she'd make.  And maybe slapping
the backs of her thighs as well, that'd probably hurt a fair bit.

   By now he had both hands on her bum, kneading the meaty globes as he
fantasized about the spanking he was going to give her.  He hurried up the
last few punishments eager to get on with the next part of the evening.

   "And final punishment I think is that you didn't thank me for fucking
you just then.  Didn't thank me for filling your worthless cunt full of my
come."

   "Yes master."

   "Okay slave.  When you've finished writing that up go upstairs to my
bedroom and wait for me.  And take the book with you."

   "Yes master."

   By the time Janet had finished writing the last punishment in the book,
he'd left.  She looked longingly at her skirt and top, so wanting to put
them on but knowing it would probably only lead to more punishments if she
did.  Instead she stood and headed to the stairs.  It was only as she
started up the stairs that she really became conscious of her nakedness. 
She was walking around a house naked, something she'd only ever done in her
own bedroom or bathroom.  It felt weird and she put an arm across her boobs
and held the book over her bush.  This still left her feeling as if her bum
was exposed and she hurried up the stairs, wanting to at least get into a
room where she could feel more in control, more covered.

   She thought he'd be there waiting for her but he wasn't and at first she
just stood in the middle of the room, not sure what to do.  She was about
to sit on the edge of his bed to wait when the risk she was taking by just
standing there hit her.  She was meant to be kneeling when he came into a
room.  Tossing the book onto his desk she dropped to her knees and got into
the ready position he'd taught her earlier in the day.  Knees spread, bum
on the floor, boobs pushed out and hands behind her back.  After a few
seconds she realised she was facing away from the door and that was
probably wrong so she quickly shuffled around so she'd be facing him when
he came in.  Then she waited.

   Punishment.  The reality of what he was going to do started to crowd in
on her as she waited.  He was going to whip her again, probably on her
boobs and between her legs.  She couldn't stop the trembling, which was
quickly followed by tears trickling down her cheeks.  It was going to hurt
and she didn't think she could take it again but she knew she couldn't stop
him.  Not unless she left and if she did then everything she'd let him do
today would be for nothing.  Although her life felt like it was over after
what he'd done to her today, if she left and he told people about her
cheating it would really be over.  She had to stay, had to let him do
everything he wanted to do to her.

   When he came into the room about five minutes later he was really
pleased to see her kneeling in her slave position but when he was a bit
thrown when he realised she was crying.  He'd come in all prepared to start
punishing her but seeing her crying like this made it difficult.  She
looked so sad that he wanted to hug her, which of course he knew he
couldn't do.  Then he saw the punishment book lying on his desk and he
walked past her to pick it up.  Scanning the list of things he was going to
punish her for was all he needed to get over her tears.  It was the ones
where she was still treating him as unimportant, like when she went off at
him earlier and called him a shit that really stood out.  This wasn't about
her tears now, it was about the way she'd been treating him for the last
few years.  It was about teaching her a few lessons and if that meant she
cried some more, good!

   "Okay slave, crawl over here and lie down over my legs."

   With a huge effort she forced herself to turn around and crawl to where
he was sitting at his desk.  She wasn't sure what he wanted her to do but
he made it pretty easy, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into
position lying on her stomach across his legs.

   It was as though her body was made to lie across his lap like this.  Her
thighs were pressed against his right thigh and he could feel the underside
of her tits squashing into his left thigh.  Heaven.  Made even more
heavenly of course by her beautiful smooth rounded bum, just waiting for
his hand.  At first he simply enjoyed caressing and squeezing her bum,
before letting his fingers trail into her crack then down her thighs.  He
could feel her shivering, probably from fear but that only spurred him on.
Grabbing her punishment book from his desk he placed it on the floor near
her head.

   "Okay slave, here's what's going to happen.  You're going to read out
each punishment and how many times I have to slap you for it.  You will
then count out each slap as I give it.  When we've finished a punishment
you will thank me for punishing you then you tell me what the next
punishment is for and how many slaps you get for that one.  Okay slave?"

   "Yes master."

   "And if you fuck up, you know, like forget to thank me or don't count,
then you'll get that punishment again and again till you do get it right.
Okay what's the first one."

   Slaps.  He was going to slap her.  She'd been so convinced that he was
going to use his whip on her that she almost thanked him, assuming that
being slapped couldn't hurt anywhere near as much as the whip had.  Being
upside down made it a challenge but she managed to get the book open and
read out the first punishment.  All she had to do was read out the
punishments, count them and thank him after each one.  It should be easy
and hopefully wouldn't hurt too much.

   "Didn't want my master watching me taking a piss.  One slap master."

   "That'll be two of course 'cause I have to double it because of your
daily cheating punishment don't I?  I said don't I slave?"

   "Yes master ..  ow!  Umm, one.  Oww, two."

   As he landed the first one on her right cheek and the second on her left
in quick succession he realised how exciting this was going to be.  In some
ways much better than using a whip because the actual physical contact was
a real buzz, especially the way he could feel her body react.  As he hit
her he felt each jerk she made.  Also, with the whip he'd been worried
about hitting her too hard and breaking her skin, but he didn't see how he
could do anything like that no matter how hard he slapped her.

   There was a white imprint of his palm on each of her arse cheeks.  At
first it was really clear then it faded until it was almost the same color
as the rest of her bum, just a little redder.  He brushed his fingers over
where he'd hit as he waited for her to thank him for punishing her and then
tell him what the next punishment was.  His cock had lost some of it's
hardness after fucking her downstairs but as he thought about her actually
thanking him each time he spanked her it got super hard again and he could
feel it pressing up into her belly.  This really was awesome, a total power
trip, punishing her and then having her thank him for it.

   The slaps had hurt more than she'd been expecting, stinging her and she
wanted to reach back to protect herself but didn't dare.  She stared at the
punishment book through teary eyes starting to realise just how many things
there were he was going to be hitting her bum for.  Dozens!  Maybe he'd get
tired of it she thought and not do them all.

   "Didn't call master master ...five, master."

   He couldn't believe she'd forgotten to thank him.  Probably on purpose
he thought.  He'd brought his hand down on her arse twice, hitting her much
harder than he had the first time.

   "Ahh, shit!  Owww."

   "You stupid cunt.  I told you to thank me after each punishment. 
Fucking shit you are a dumb cunt."

   "I'm sorry, master.  Thank you.  Thank you master."

   As she tried to make it up he could hear the panic in her voice but he
was pissed off now.  He wasn't going to let her get away with it that
easily.  He gripped her left arse cheek squeezing it as hard as he could.

   "That's all is it?  What are you thanking me for, huh?"

   "Ahh, for punishing me master."

   "What?  For punishing who?  Who are you?"

   He dug his fingers into her bum even harder.

   "Ohh, your slave.  For punishing your slave master.  Thank you for
punishing your slave because I didn't want you to watch me going to the
toilet master."

   "I can't believe how stupid a cunt, you are?  What you should say is
'Thank you for punishing your slave because your slave didn't want you to
watch her going to the toilet master.' Get it?  "

   "Yes master."

   "Fucking hell you're slow.  Yes master what?"

   "Yes master I get it."

   Letting go of his grip on her arse cheek he slipped his finger over to
her arsehole and forced his middle finger as far into her arse as he could.

   "Ahhhh."

   "No, you obviously don't or you'd have said yes master your stupid cunt
gets it."

   "Oww, I'm sorry master.  Your stupid cunt gets it."

   "What else are you?"

   "What master?"

   "What else are you, you stupid cunt?"

   "Umm ...  your slave, master?"

   "And?"

   "I don't know master ...  ahh."

   He'd hooked his finger in her arse then lifted, dragging her bum a
couple of inches off his lap for a second.

   "You're my cocksucker, my slut, my bitch, aren't you slave?"

   "Yes master, I'm your cocksucking slut, your bitch, your slave, master.
Please master, your cocksucking slave is so sorry.  Please."

   It was great hearing her call herself all those things.  He tried to
remember some of the other names he'd read in sex stories.

   "You're a cum loving slut, a whore, a fuck bunny, a fuck face, an arse
fuck.  You're all those things aren't you cunt?"

   "Yes master."

   "Good, so don't you fucking forget it.  I want to hear you talking about
yourself like that from now on.  Or else, slut.  Understand?"

   "Yes master."

   "Okay what's the next punishment?"

   "I ...  no, I mean your, umm, your slut didn't call you master five
times, master."

   "Ten.  Start counting."

   "Uhh ...  one."

   Although it really wasn't as painful as when he'd whipped her it still
hurt.  And as his hand kept returning to the same spot it started to hurt
even more until by the time he'd finished this round it felt like her bum
was burning up and she was getting worried that being spanked was going to
be as painful as being whipped, maybe even more painful.  By the time she'd
announced the tenth slap the tears were once again rolling freely down her
cheeks.

   "Ahhh shit ...  ten.  Thank you for punishing your slut because your
slut didn't call you master."

   "Next?"

   "Called you Richard.  Oww!"

   "No you stupid bitch, that's not how you talk to me from now on is it?
You say 'your cuntface slut or your slimy fuck bunny or your cum slut
called you Richard, master'.  Now fucking get it right bitch."

   "Sorry master, sorry.  Your, ummm, your cum slut called you Richard."

   "Okay, one slap plus one of course."

   "Uhh, one ...  uhh, two.  Thank you master for punishing your cum slut
for calling you Richard."

   "My pleasure cum slut.  What's next?"

   "Your cum slut didn't suck your cock properly.  Three."

   "No, I fucking want you to call yourself something different for each
punishment.  Come on.  Again."

   "Sorry master, sorry.  Umm, ummm ...  your, umm, your cuntface bitch
didn't suck your cock properly.  Three slaps master."

   He knew she was crying, he could hear it in her voice but at the moment
he didn't really care.  Once again he was making her pay for years of
treating him like shit and he wasn't going to let her tears stop him. 
Besides, he was enjoying this, the feel of her bum against his hand, the
cries of pain.  And he especially loved hearing her call herself names. 
This wasn't something he'd ever fantasized about but it sure was an
incredible turn on!

   After these first few rounds her bum was starting to look really red so
he moved his attention to the backs of her thighs, delivering three slaps
to each side.  So it continued with Richard alternating between her bum and
her thighs as he worked through all the punishments till even his hand was
starting to hurt.

   Half way through the session Janet reached a point where her backside
was throbbing so painfully she thought she would have to make him stop no
matter what the consequences.  But then a funny thing happened.  The pain
faded away and it was as though her bum and thighs became numb.  Numb and
hot but a heat like she'd never felt before.  It was a tingling heat that
spread to her lower back, stomach and all down her legs and made the slaps
not just bearable but in a strange way made them enjoyable.  Finally though
it was coming to an end and there was only one more punishment.

   "Your fuck slut didn't lick master's come off his cock after he fucked
his fuck slut's cunt.  Two slaps master."

   "His fuck slut's slimy cunt.  You do have a slimy cunt don't you?"

   "Sorry master.  Yes master.  His fuck slut's slimy cunt."

   "I want you to spread your legs as wide apart as you can."

   He was pushing her legs apart, exposing her crack and then holding his
hand between her legs, against her hot, wet pussy and arse crack.

   "For this last punishment I'm going to slap you here, right on your
cunt. If you keep your legs apart after the first slap and don't try to
stop me then I'll only do the two slaps.  But if you bring your legs
together you get four slaps.  Understand slave?"

   "Yes master."

   "Okay slave here goes."

   "Ahhhh ...  oh shit ...  oh fuck, hurts ...  shit ...  uhh, one master."

   "Good slave."

   "Ahhh ...  two master."

   It was over.  No more punishment.  She wasn't going to ever give him a
reason to punish her again.  She was going to do everything he asked as
soon as he asked it.  Before he asked if she could.  And never forget to
call him master or thank him for everything he did to her.  Shit.  Thank
him.

   "Thank you master for punishing your fuck slut for not licking master's
come off his cock after he fucked his fuck slut's slimy cunt."

   "Well let's hope I don't have to do it again.  Let's hope you've learnt
to be a good slave now."

   "I have master.  I promise I'll be good master."

   "I?"

   Shit, already she was forgetting.  She had to stop saying I!

   "Your cunt.  Your cunt promises to be good master."

   Her bum and the backs of her legs were now really red from the
punishment.  Making sure her legs stayed spread, he ran his hand over her
backside, feeling the heat from the beating he'd given her.  He had no
doubt her bum was really sore.  Good he thought, she deserved it.  His
anger had almost dissipated, but he still wanted to hurt her, to pay her
back.  His fingers, almost with a mind of their own slipped into her arse
crack and started tracing around the pink rosette of her arsehole.  After
they'd fucked downstairs he didn't think he'd be able to fuck her again but
now, having had her over his knee for the last twenty minutes while he
belted her, things were different.  At least that was the message he felt
he was getting from his cock, which was as hard as ever, poking up into her
stomach.  But what he really wanted to poke it into was her hot arse.  He
slipped his finger down into her cunt, twisting it around to get it
slippery and wet before bringing it back to her arsehole.  A gentle push
and his finger slipped into her arse and he started to fingerfuck her.

   "Ohhh."

   "You don't mind if I fuck you up the arse again do you slave?"

   "Uh, no master.  You can fuck me ...  your slave there ...  up your
slave's arse master."

   With her bum and thighs feeling so hot and her pussy still stinging from
being slapped she could barely feel his finger inside her arse.  Not that
she wanted him to fuck her there again because it had been really painful
when he did it earlier but after everything else that had happened today it
somehow didn't seem to matter all that much.

   "Okay slut, I think I will.  I'll just get you greased and opened up
first then we can do it."

   The tube of lubricant was within easy reach so Richard squirted some of
in into her arse crack and started working it into her arsehole with his
fingers.  He started with just one finger but after a while he added a
second finger, stretching her pretty little arsehole as much as he could.
He tried to added a finger from his other hand but wasn't able to so left
it at two fingers, fucking them in and out for a few minutes, setting up a
steady corkscrewing rhythm.  When he finally pulled his fingers out she
stayed open for a few seconds and he could see inside her arsechute.  Yeah,
he was going to stuff it with his cock and then empty another load of his
come up there.  Fucking amazing.

   "There that should be enough.  Now get on the bed on your back slut. 
Time for us to do some serious arse fucking."

   He stood up, half rolling her off his lap so she fell onto the floor. 
Looking down at her he smiled as she started crawling to the bed.  Once
again he was feeling totally in control and also really feeling like making
sure she knew it.  Must have been something about having his fingers up her
arse he thought as he covered his cock with the lube.

   Janet was in a daze as she crawled to the bed and climbed onto it to lie
on her back.  There was no thought of resisting, no thought of protesting.
She was ready to say and do anything he wanted because it didn't seem to
matter anymore.  He could do anything he wanted to her and she'd smile,
yell, beg, do whatever he asked because that was all she could do.  All she
could do was be a slut, act like all of the names she'd called herself, a
cocksucker, fuck toy, a cunt whose only use was to try to please him.

   This time Richard wanted to watch her face as he fucked her in the arse.
Climbing onto the bed beside her he started arranging her to make her
arsehole more accessible.  In some of the stories he'd read he'd seen this
so he pushed two pillows under her bum, raising it up, then he lifted her
legs up and over to the side till her feet were level with her face.

   "Grab your ankles.  Good - spread them as far apart as you can.  Yeah,
that's the way.  Excellent!"

   Moving around till he was crouched between her widely spread legs he
looked down at her cunt and arse, just waiting for him.  The first thing he
noticed was that the backs of her thighs and her bum were really red from
the spanking he'd just given her.  Then he was looking at her beautiful
cunt and arse.  Her cuntlips were spread apart and he could see that she
was still wet inside from when they'd fucked downstairs while around her
arsehole was all shiny and glistening from the lube he'd applied.  Now that
he had her ready the urgency to fuck her diminished.  He wanted to play
with her some more.

   He lightly ran the fingers of both hands up and down from the backs of
her knees, along her thighs and across her bum for a while, smiling as he
saw the goose bumps appear on her legs.  Tiring of that he moved his
attention to the more interesting place and started playing with her
arsehole eventually pushing his thumb into her which looked so weird that
he pushed his other thumb into her cunt and started fucking both holes with
his thumbs.  Definitely looked strange to have both thumbs stuck inside of
Janet Sheen.  Good strange though.  Maybe later he'd find some other things
to stick into her he thought.  Kinky!

   As he stroked the backs of her thighs Janet had relaxed a bit trying not
to think of the pain that was to come when he raped her arse.  Even when he
pushed his thumbs into her it was okay as they didn't hurt.  In fact as he
started fucking her with them, the hand that was playing with her pussy
started rubbing over her clit and that felt good.  But all too soon his
hands were gone from her pussy and were gripping her thighs and she knew it
was about to happen.

   "Just waiting for you to ask me to fuck you up the arse slave."

   "Oh, yes, sorry master.  Please master fuck me ...  fuck your dirty
slave's arse."

   "You sure?  You don't sound all that sure."

   "Oh, yes master.  I'm ...  your slave is sure.  She, she wants you to
fill her arse with your come.  Please fuck your slave, fuck your slut's
dirty arse."

   As she continued begging he positioned himself with his cockhead resting
against her wrinkled arsehole.  It was hard to imagine that his cock would
be able to spread her open but he'd already done it once today so he knew
it'd do it again.  Watching carefully he pushed, gradually increasing the
pressure.

   "Uhhhh ...  ohhhh!"

   He was in again, his cockhead once more inside her arse, gripped tightly
by the muscles of her arse ring.  For a few seconds he held there, reveling
in what he was doing, in the sight of his cock inside her bum.  Then ever
so slowly he started a back and forth rocking motion, moving another half
inch into her with each cycle.  Richard had lost track of how many times
he'd come already today but it was way more than he'd ever come before. 
The most he'd managed masturbating was four and that was only on a couple
of occasions.  By now, his cock was so overused that it almost wasn't
exciting.  Almost that is because fucking Janet would always be exciting
but this time he figured it was going to take forever before he got even
close to coming.

   For Janet it was a lot different to when he'd raped her arse earlier. 
It didn't hurt this time, maybe because her bum was almost numb from being
spanked so much.  It just felt really weird to have something in her bum,
especially something going in the wrong way.  Thank heavens he was taking
it slowly and not ramming his cock all the way in like he did earlier. 
Because it wasn't hurting she was able to relax a bit and this seemed to
make it even easier for his cock to slide further and further into her. 
Everything was just so weird.  This morning she was a virgin and here she
was relaxing so that Richard could rape her in the behind.  There was a
flash where she felt dirty but sexy at what was happening to her, fucking,
sucking, watching porno movies and then the reality came back that she was
being treated like a total slut and the tears started rolling out of her
eyes once again.

   When he finally bottomed out in her with his hips pressed against her
bum he held himself there for a couple of moments before setting up a
leisurely fucking motion, sawing in and out of her butt.  For a while he
watched the glorious site of his cock reaming in and out of her arsehole,
but then his attention was drawn to her magnificent tits.  Each time he
fucked into her they jiggle and shimmy.  He'd been supporting himself on
his hands but now he rested on his elbows so he could hold her tits and
play with them.

   As he continued fucking her he thought of lots of the videos he'd
downloaded with arse fucking and in most of them to girls played with their
clits while the guy fucked them.  Maybe he could get Janet to come while he
was fucking her arse.  Reaching over he took her right hand and brought it
down to her pussy.

   "Play with yourself.  Make yourself come."

   "Yes master."

   Janet was happy to play with her clitoris and bring some pleasure to
what was happening to her.  Not that having him in her bum was hurting but
it wasn't feeling good the way having his cock in her pussy felt. 
Fortunately it didn't take long before the normal tingly pleasure started
in her pussy and clitoris, and then it was easy to stay in a state that was
just a few steps from coming.  From past masturbating experience she knew
she could hold herself close for a long time before the pressure to come
became too much.

   For a while Richard watch as she played with her clit, sometimes rubbing
slowly then doing it rapidly for a while before slowing down again.  Then
he returned his attention to her tits sucking and licking them,
occasionally moving up to kiss her.

   Finally he started to get that special feeling, the feeling that said he
was going to come soon.  He started to pick up his pace, pushing up on his
hands again so he could watch as his cock pounded into her arse.  And then
it hit with huge almost painful pulses as he came deep in her arse, filling
her once again with his come.

   "Ahhh, fuck yeah!  Filling your arse!  Oh, fuck yeah.  So fucking good.
Oh shit that's good!  Oh, what a fucking arse."

   As he came she picked up the pace with her fingers, vibrating them over
the head of her clitoris, quickly pushing herself over the edge so that she
also came, her body spasming and twitching with release.

   With one final spurt he collapsed on top of her crushing her into the
bed.  Eventually he rolled off, his cock plopping out of her arse as he lay
on his back totally spent, his chest heaving as he slowly came down.

   "Oh shit I like fucking you.  So fucking good!  Ohhh ...  oh yeah,
that's the way, clean my cock slave."

   After being punished for not licking his cock clean quickly enough after
the last time he'd fucked her she didn't need a reminder this time and as
soon as he'd rolled off her she moved down to his cock.  Blocking her mind
from the thought of where it had just been she dropped her mouth over it
and started licking and sucking it clean.

   He let her clean him for a couple of minutes before stopping her.

   "Ok slave, that's enough.  You've done good this time.  If you want to
go clean up or whatever you do before going to bed you'd better do it now
cause I'm so tired.  In the morning though I want you to wake me up at 8
o'clock with a blowjob.  Ok slave?"

   "Yes master, wake you at 8 o'clock with a blowjob."

   "Ok.  Now hurry up and do whatever you have to and get back here so we
can get some sleep."

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