The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three - Sex Stories

The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three

... could not voice any discontent. So Sally laid there her head on its side on the mattress, ass in the air, dreading what was inevitable. She heard Mike reach for the lube in the drawer, but instead he just inserted a finger, dry, “OW! Sir that hurts!, Please Sir. Don’t do this.” “Ah sweetie you know better, I have needs and you are here to fulfill them, okay, now what do you want me to do so it does not hurt so much?” “Umm, Sir, I am not sure.” “Come on you are not dumb think, what makes it go in easier?” “Lube, Sir! Please Sir,” Sally started to cry as the reality of what she was saying sounded in her ears. “Please Sir, will you use lube on my ass?” Her shoulder collapsed on the bed, but she kept her ass up. “Well now that was not so hard was it? You will have to ask me every morning before I fuck your ass or you will get fucked without lube, do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “Repeat it back to me.” “Sir I must ask for lube every morning before you fuck my ass or I will get fucked without lube.” “Good girl” Mike rubbed her back, soothing her telling her what a good bitch she was as he pushed into her hole. “Ohhh, Please stop. Sir, Please. “ Mike laughed. “Ah my pet, you don’t mean that, You would never ask your master to stop fucking you.” He was all civility, but Sally heard the veiled threat in his tone of voice. Mike pushed all the way in then leaned forward and grabbed both of her nipples and pulled. “Ahhhh! “ Sally exclaimed, and Mike sat up with a big smile on his face ...

... and began pumping in earnest. Mike talked to Sally as he did. “Now Sally you must thank me while I fuck you and after. If you need to say anything, I expect it to be your thanks and how much you love the sensations that are coursing through your backside now. If you want, you can even tell me how it feels to be stretched out and you can be honest if it hurts, tell me. I don’t mind knowing how much it hurts as long as you thank me afterward. Understand?” “Yes Sir, It hurts Sir, a lot. I want you to stop, but I know you won’t.” Sally knew she was on thin ice with that last statement about wanting him to stop so she continued. “Thank you, Sir for fucking my asshole. Thank you for using lube, Sir.” And then she could not control the sobs anymore. For the rest of the time she just sobbed and he let her. He wanted her to know that this was her place and like it or not this was his hole. He drove the point home with each push. He did not let up his pace, perhaps because of her cries; he did not want her to think he would be easy on her if she cried, or that he would put her pleasure before his own. When he released inside of her he pulled his dick out. “Stay.” And Mike undid the cuff on his hand, and walked out of the room leaving her kneeling on the bed ass up face down. When he came back he had a warm towel and wiped her ass, then told her “Come, position two in front of me and clean me off. Sally made a face as she slowly moved to the floor in position in front of him. Mike was not ...