My whore's dream
...we were lying on the bed, me on my back and Andrew to my side, on his knees
while he was handcuffing my wrists to the bed railing. My legs were spread wide
and I couldn't move them, tied up to the bed's corner, my cunt, completely
hairless, like a young girl's, was getting already wet at the mere thought of
what was going to happen in few moments.
I proposed the game to Andrew myself the day before: i was going to be his slave
for the night and he could use me as he wished. As he was a horny guy he
agreed in a second... I almost thought he was just waiting for such an occasion.
After I arrived home he brought me into our bedroom and removed all my clothes and
pushed me on the bed, where he had shackled me.
I was a little ashamed of my self, to offer my body like that, but the
excitement I was feeling was something incredibly intense, almost painful, even
if Andrew didn't even touched me yet.
After having strapped me down, Andrew started to remove his own clothes. I could
not fail to notice his cock, already huge and tense and I got even more aroused:
I wanted to hold it, lick it, have it inside me, filling me up, but I could do
nothing: it was agonizing and erotic the way I was completely helpless in front
of my master... Andrew started to fondle me with a slowness that was unbearable,
starting with my arms, to descend down to my hips and then beneath my boobs,
stopping to titillate my nipples for a few minutes, and then down again to
penetrate my navel (that he knows to be very sensitive), to caress slightly my
vagina to end, after maybe 10 minutes to my below my thighs and start it all
over again. He was stroking me gently with both hands, light as a feather and my
arousal was mixed to the torment of not having his engorged cock in anyone of my
willing holes.
I lost the notion of time, lost in the excitement and I failed to notice that we
where no longer alone. I opened my eyes when I felt a body over me: a tall, dark
haired man was on the verge of abusing my pussy and Andrew was at my side,
observing the scene, gratified...
The unnamed man placed the tip of his rod gently on my lipcunts ,
without encountering any resistance so much the pussy was naturally
lubricated... Once he savored the warmness of my womb, he started to fuck me
hard, ramming his merciless rod deeper in my loins, making my boobs wobble at
every trust.
Andrew started to squeeze my tits, pinching and pulling my nipples and I was
screaming for the pleasure, arching my back to help the shaft in my pussy in his
job to pound my mating-hole.
I was incredibly excited in being rammed by the cock of this person, while
Andrew was masturbating, looking with pleasure at my tits, dancing at
the rhythm of the rod in my steaming and weary cunt.
Andrew, speaking for the first time in the whole evening, said: "Remember that
you are my whore, whore! Are you happy now, whore? Are you turned on?" The
pleasure was shining in his eyes, as his love for me, while he was saying that
words. It was true, it was all true, Andrew was right: I was his whore, i was
feeling the greatest harlot ever fucked by a man and I was aroused by this as a
bitch in heat and I wouldn't renounced to this for anything in the world.
Between a moan of pleasure and a cry of pure lust, I admitted my being a whore
to Andrew and this other man, while I was begging him to never stop fucking my
cunt...
The man, however, ignoring my requests, thrusted his swollen staff deep in my womb
with force, stopping there, while his baby-making sperm was filling me up...
I think I came in that very moment and I passed out from the pleasure, as when I
came back to my senses the man was gone and I was free of my restraints... Andrew
was sitting on the bed, hugging me from behind and slowly making me sit on his
still huge cock that was forcefully entering my anus: I felt it enter all the
way in, like he never did before and I could feel my stomach unsettled by that
alien presence in my body...
Once binded in that bestial way, he make me go down on all four like the bitch I
was, he said while I was thinking the same thing, proud to be such a good pet
for my master.
Andrew had fucked my ass only few times before then and always stopping, my
fear gave me strength to ask him to. In that very moment I regretted every
single complaint I made about being fucked in the ass and while his rod was
thrusting deeper and deeper inside me, i was screaming for the pain but mostly
for the maddening excitement that rod of throbbing flesh, impaling me was
awakening in myself.
Andrew was stabbing me rhythmically, tearing my ass apart with every powerful
thrust but then once every few shoves, while he was fully into me, he stops for
a moment, and he spanks my ass, or squeeze my tits hard, increasing my lust even
more, if possible: every time he halted the spanking, I wanted him to continue
and every time he stopped ramming his cock into me I wanted him to fuck me more
and harder, always unsatisfied... When at last he came deep in my ass-hole I
also came, howling my lust and pleasure with all my breath.
