The Boyfriend - Part 2

The Boyfriend - Part 2 [part 2 of 7]
By: Angela (FairynufF1963@hotmail.com)

Another Friday night, and once again I can forget about everything else in my life and concentrate on him, my man. He had called me earlier in the day, telling me how much he was looking forward to our little game this evening and that just the thought of what was to come had made him rock hard.

I take my time getting ready. My usual ritual of making myself completely hairless is followed by a long, hot soak in the bath. I wash my long brown hair, rinse myself off and get out of the tub. In my room I brush and dry my hair and then scrape it back from my face into a ponytail before putting on my makeup. Tonight I take great take to paint my face in a garish way, wearing a lot more makeup than I'm used to in an effort to look cheap and sluttish. The mascara is thick on my long lashes, the red glossy lipstick emphasising my mouth. A spray of some cheap perfume I'd picked up at the local supermarket and I'm ready to get dressed.

The black clothes set out on my bed are in stark contrast with the pretty pink and white bed linen, and a little giggle escapes my lips at the incongruity. I slowly dress. The suspender belt and black stockings go on first, followed by a flimsy little vest top with spaghetti straps. No underwear. My skirt is also black and long enough to be called ?decent'. But there's a twist. The skirt has an upside down zipper over the left thigh, and can be undone all the way to my waist. I slip my legs into my 4" spike heels - how I love these shoes! - and look at myself in the full-length mirror on the wall. Not quite right. I bend and start to unzip my skirt, higher and higher, until it is open all the way to my crotch. I look at myself again. Much better! I look at the time, I mustn't be late. Putting on my long heavy winter coat, I leave my house and drive the 10 miles to his door.

He's ordered a whore for the evening, and that's me.

My knock on his door is answered almost immediately. He has told me to make sure my coat is completely unbuttoned on the walk between my car and his front door, and that's exactly what I've done even though the street is brightly lit and I'm a little embarrassed to be dressed this way. As soon as he lets me in the hall and shuts the door behind me I find myself pushed against the wall and his hand between my legs checking that the pussy he ordered is bare. I am. He parts my lips, roughly pushing two fingers into my pussy and then removes them and pops them into my mouth where I suck my juices off them greedily.

"Very good", I hear him say, obviously pleased that I did as he asked and arrived without panties.

His fingers move down over my cheek, trailing their way to my breasts and over my hip before coming back under my chin and holding my head so that I look into his eyes.

There is a moment of what I perceive to be tenderness, very brief, because his lips curve into a wicked smile while he grabs my hair, conveniently in its ponytail, and pushes me down on my knees while he takes his cock out of his trousers. Holding me on my knees between his legs by my hair, he rubs his cock over my lips while I try to lick the tip, teasing me, rubbing his cock over my cheeks, eyes, nose, then pushes it into my face almost smothering me before pulling back slightly and feeding it slowly into my mouth. His hands move to the side of my head, my hair wrapped around his palm and still held firm, and he thrusts his cock in and out of my mouth a few times, a little deeper each time until I feel myself start to gag. Much as I've tried, I can't deep throat and he knows it. But his cock is insistent, ploughing its way into my mouth, back and forth, head held firm so I can't back away, there is panic beginning to build up in me, and my eyes are watering.

Realising my distress he backs away from me, pulling his now very hard cock out of my mouth and I'm relieved that the torture has stopped, even momentarily. He pulls me up and takes my coat from me before directing me to the living room. I stand there, unsure of what he wants, not knowing what is expected of me, not sure what's going to happen next. Coming up behind me, he bends me over the arm of the sofa and lifts my skirt to expose my arse and pussy. Warm hands move over my skin, kneading firmly, thumbs moving in ever decreasing circles over my arse until they are at its entrance. Without warning, he pushes my face into the soft cushions of the sofa and takes a butt plug that he has already oiled, pushing it up my arse in one movement while my screams are muffled by the furniture. He likes to control me and I like to be treated like a whore. Keeping me bent over and held down, he plays with my pussy for a little bit, fingers open me up, push in and out of me, tug gently on my clit. I enjoy the attention and can feel myself getting moist, his two fingers sliding very easily in and out of my body.

"Stay where you are", I hear his command before I feel him move away from me. There is noise behind me, but I do not dare look.

Instructing me to stay bent over, he tells me to move my hands to my cheeks and spread myself open. I do as he says, then hear the click of the camera just as I see the flash from the corner of my eye. He takes several pictures of my nakedness, and then there is a pause while he checks the quality.

"There's not enough colour is those cheeks", he casually remarks. "Keep yourself open."

Smack!

The blow on my arse takes me by surprise and I yelp in protest.

"Shut your mouth, whore", he yells at me, "or you'll get more than just the palm of my hand."

I bury my face in the sofa cushions, stifling my screams as his hands rain blows on my exposed backside. I can feel it getting redder, and with the increase in pain there is increase in pleasure. Finally, after twenty or so harsh slaps, he seems satisfied that my colour has improved and resumes taking his photos.

Very soon, he gets bored with just taking pictures. Sitting on his favourite armchair, he tells me to get up and bring the special cushion that is hidden between the sofa and the TV cabinet. The cushion is a fairly small square one, made of black latex; from the centre protrudes an eight-inch, rather thick, latex cock.

"Put that cushion right here near my feet", he says, "then get that dildo into your cunt."

I place the cushion where he's indicating and gently lower my tortured backside towards it. I kneel at first, one leg either side of the fake cock, then use one hand to guide it while the other holds my pussy open. I push down harder until the entire thing is in me and my red buttocks are firmly on the cushion itself.

"That's two holes filled, let's make it three" are the words I hear as I watch him taking his cock out of his pants once more.

"Get over here and suck", he commands, "and that cock had better not slip out of your cunt."

Leaning forward but making sure the dildo is wedged firmly all the way in my pussy, I gently take hold of his cock which is still rock hard. Starting with his balls, I lick each one, sucking them tenderly into my mouth then letting them pop back out. I do this until I can see he has relaxed, then move my tongue to his cock. Tongue darting forward, licking the underside from the base to the tip, I slowly coat his entire cock in my saliva while I gently cup and massage his balls. He likes me to worship his cock, lick it, suck it, nurture it, make love to it, and that's exactly what I do. Incredibly, it grows and becomes even harder, but I wait to take it fully into my mouth, hoping that he will get impatient with me. My patience is rewarded when with a groan he grabs my hair once more and jams my mouth over his cock. He forces me to stay on it, rocking his hips to thrust his cock rhythmically into my mouth.

When he thinks I've had enough, or, when he's had enough, he pulls me off his cock and tells me to get up and go upstairs. Following close behind me, his hands are on my arse and legs as I walk up the stairs. There is only a soft light on in the bedroom, and the first thing he does is taken off my top. Once again grabbing me by my hair, he drags me to the window, which is open. He stands behind me, pressing me against the sill, his hips and groin thrusting against my arse. With his left hand over my mouth to stifle any whimpers or complaints, his right hand brutally kneads my tits and pinches my nipples. He pulls my head back onto his shoulder so that my tits are forced higher and presses me harder against the open window. Both of us know it is unlikely that anyone will see my bare tits at this height, but that doesn't matter. The thrill is there regardless, and his fingers on my nipples become even more insistent, tugging, pinching, pulling, until I want to scream.

"I'm going to release you now", he says, "and I want you to stay exactly where you are. If you disobey me, I will take out the crop and use it on those wonderful tits of yours, and you don't want that, do you?"

No, I don't want that; I move my head to show my assent and suddenly find myself released. More noise behind me and then his warm chest is against my back again, his lips nuzzling my neck. I rest my head on his shoulder, oblivious to my exposed position, enjoying his soft breath against my skin. The shocking bite of the cold metal on my nipple is almost unbearable. He holds me still, waiting a few moments until my nipples adjust to the pressure. Cupping one breast in each hand, he lifts them up a few inches then suddenly lets them go. I'm unable to stifle the scream this time, as the motion of my swinging breasts is brought to an abrupt halt by the chain linking the metal clamps on my nipples.

"Don't move, or I will use the crop on those tits", he threatens. I believe him. I don't want to feel the sting of the riding crop on my breasts, but I don't know if I can stay still as he continues to both hurt and pleasure me at the same time. Again his hands cup my breasts and lift them high, again he releases them suddenly. He seems pleased with my screams of protest, and I've forgotten that I'm standing at an open window. Over and over he raises and drops my tits, until I know I can bear it no longer.

"Please... " I whimper, "Please, no more."

A nondescript sound comes from deep within his throat and this time, when his hands reach once more for my tits, he roughly removes the clamps. Blood rushes back to my nipples and the pain is worse than before; I try to put my hands to my breasts, to massage them, hold them to decrease the pain, but he slaps my hands away.

"You are a very lucky girl," he says. "Lucky indeed that I'm such a benevolent man. Not many men would be so kind to their sex toy."

Tears stream slowly from my eyes, the pain in my nipples indescribable. He tells me to move away from the window and remove my skirt, which I do. Now the only clothing I have left are my suspenders, stockings and shoes.

"Lay crossways on the bed and bend your knees" is the next instruction.

"Good, now spread your legs and let me see your pussy wide open for me"

I do exactly as I'm told. He knows how much I love this, exposing myself this way to his gaze, as it makes me feel like a slut. He leans over me, cups my pussy in his hand, two fingers inside, and lifts my hips off the bed.

"You're my sex toy" he whispers, "my whore. I'm going to use you in as many ways as I can".

He moves to the other side of the bed and takes off his clothes. Positioning himself over my face, he puts his balls on my face and tells me to suck on them. I lick and suck on his balls, his cock when I can reach it, rimming his arse when he moves it over my mouth. All the time I'm holding my legs wide, pussy as open as possible, but not allowed to touch him, or myself except for the licking and sucking of his genitals.

He moves away from me for just a moment, but quickly returns again, giving me a large, thick dildo to fuck myself with.

"I want to see that in your pussy, all of it", he says. "Fuck yourself while you lick my balls and arse"

I do as I've been told while he leans over my face again, making me lick his balls and cock, tongue his arse, and suck his cock. Carried away, concentrating on sucking the cock that is now urging its way into my throat, I forget to continue using the dildo for a moment, and I'm rewarded with two sharp slaps across my inner thighs. I soon return to fucking myself for his pleasure, sucking on his cock, but now I know that he's also holding the riding crop and will use it on me, and soon.

He tires of watching me using the dildo and tells me to remove it. I do exactly what he says, putting it down next to me on the bed. His cock in my mouth is pushing further and further into my throat and I worry that I'll gag. I'm more worried about what's coming next, though, when I hear his words.

"Spread that pussy open as wide as you can with your hands. Do not cover yourself. I want to see your clit, and it had better be stiff"

Moaning into his cock, my hands move down between my legs and my fingers curl into my outer pussy lips and pull them apart for him. He likes to look at my exposed pussy while I suck on him, but he also likes something else, something I'm afraid of, something that hurts as much as it thrills. Soon enough, he does exactly what I'd feared. I feel the leather of the crop as he uses the tip to play with my inner lips. He parts them, teases them, and then pushes the end of the crop into my pussy as he thrusts his cock deeper into my mouth. I know not to move, not to complain, not to do anything but continue to suck on his cock. And then I feel the first sharp sting of the leather against my soft skin, which forces a moan from my lips and I lose concentration long enough to start gagging on his cock. He stops his thrusting for a moment, but he's not happy with me.

The words "I told you to suck my cock, you slut" are emphasised by another, sharper, sting between my legs.

Angry with me, he adjusts his position over me and starts to fuck my mouth while the crop rains blows on my exposed pussy. The bite of the crop is intense, I know my normally pink cunt is turning very red, and the blows that fall directly onto my clit have me trying to scream as tears stream from my eyes. Still, I hold myself open for him. I want to be used.

Finally, just when the pain is starting to overtake me, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and pulls me around until I'm kneeling on the bed, on all fours, and with one hard push he starts to fuck my aching pussy. He tells me to take the dildo and suck on it, pretending it is another man's cock, while he fucks me harder and harder. That's his fantasy, to watch me being used by another man at the same time as he's using me. Seeing me sucking on the dildo just excites him more, and the resulting thrusts of his cock become even harder.

His cock is well lubricated now, and my arse used to the plug. He pulls the plug from my arse and puts two of his fingers in, instead. Fucking me, he uses his fingers to plunge into my arse, all the while telling me what a whore I am for having all my holes filled. Pulling his well lubricated cock out of my pussy, he lines it up against my arse and pushes the head in. Grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him, he shoves his entire length into me with one thrust. Again I try to scream, his cock is bigger than the plug and the sudden invasion hurts, but the cock in my mouth prevents me from vocalising my distress in anything other than moans and whimpers which only fuels his excitement even more.

After four or five more very hard thrusts, he eases off a little and I know what he's doing: he's watching himself fuck me. He loves to see me take his cock inside me, whether it is my mouth, my pussy or my arse. The movement is slow, but deep. It soon stops though, and I'm left on my knees with his cock in me, and my mouth around a dildo. He leans back slightly, and then demand that I move on his cock, impaling myself, fucking him, giving him everything he wants.

This lasts until I can no longer move, and then he resumes his hard fucking of my arse, leaning over me and pulling on my nipples one at a time, twisting them hard, knowing that my screams are muffled by the fake cock in my mouth. I can no longer think or move. All I remember is that I'm under strict instructions not to cum but I don't think I can stop myself any longer. If I do cum, I will have to endure this, and more, again and again until I get it right. A severe twist of my nipple reminds me what I will have to endure, and I stop myself just in time.

The relentless fucking of my arse continues, and I feel his hand steal down between my legs to my pussy. He puts two, then three, fingers inside me and lifts me off the bed, controlling me, thrusting his cock into my arse over and over again while he steadies me with a hand on my hip.

He calls me his whore, his bitch. He tells me that he will use me in any way that pleases him, for as long as it pleases him, and he keeps on fucking me until, finally, he cums hard with a grunt and I feel my insides bathed with his fluid. When he pulls out, he returns the plug to my arse and then lies on his back on the pillows, motioning me to come closer.

"Now," he says, "get down there and clean my cock with the pretty little mouth of yours"

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