Struggling to Sleep - Sex Stories

Struggling to Sleep

... because she needed it - strange as it seemed, she was most happy when she was his whore and his slut. She had had her fill of being treated with kid gloves - like she was some kind of china doll that you just sat on a shelf and looked at. She wanted to be used, she wanted to be of use. And he did that for her. He treated her like a tool, not like a chachkie or ornament. She remembered the nights when he took her... he never "made love" to her because that is not what she needed. He did love her - she was sure of that - but he knew she needed to be fucked... hard, fast, deep, and unrelentingly fucked. He didn't just use her, he used her up! Sex with him was like being in a train wreck - you knew you had been thoroughly fucked before he was done! More than once, she'd had to call in sick the next day because she couldn't walk right. But by the next weekend, she was right back at his place for more! And he never failed to provide it either - the man had the stamina of a thoroughbred! "Oh god, Sir... I... I have missed you so much..." she whimpered into the phone. She knew it was risky to reveal her feelings like that, but he had to know. They had been close - very close, and Alice had entertained thoughts and dreams of being his forever. But his job had changed and he had to move away. Alice had been crushed the day he announced he was leaving. It was what sent her into the arms of James to begin with. But 'rebound sex' with James had been a mistake. Now here he was talking to ...

... her on the phone again and she was confessing her feelings after only a few minutes. What would he say? How would he take it? Did she just ruin things? Alice held her breath. "I know, my sweet girl. And I have missed you as well. But I have not been far away. I have been watching you, looking in on you from time to time to see how you are doing. I know about you and James, and I know that work has not been easy. Why do you think I called tonight, my dear?" he said. "Y-you have been watching me, Sir?" she asked, astounded. "How? How could you be looking in on me when you are so far away?" "Oh my sweet slut, do you think I can just turn off my feelings for you? I was your Master once - that sort of relationship never goes away completely. Yes I had to leave, but that didn't mean my obligation to watch over you ended. I have many friends still in your town and they kept me informed as to what was going on with you. Your Master has eyes, my dear..." he said, chuckling. "Oh, Sir..." she said, her voice noticeably cracking as if she was trying not to cry. "I know, my sweet girl... I know. But it's okay. Just know that you are not as alone as you believe." "Thank you, Sir... thank you for watching over me and for being there when I need you," she said. "Is your cunt wet? Are you wet for me, slut?" he asked, getting back to the business at hand. She gasped at the suddenness of the question. "Answer," he said in a low quiet growl. "Yes... my cunt is wet," she answered. "Good," he said, ...