For My Owner 2 - Sex Stories

For My Owner 2

... His hand runs up and his fingers brush against my pussy. He laughs a low laugh as he feels the wetness there. He leans close to my ear as his body presses hard agains mine and says, “You fucking slut…you are just aching to get fucked, aren’t you”? I say, “Yes Sir” as he continues to laugh and feel. Abruptly, he gives my cheek a good slap and tells me to get my whore ass in the car. I am sitting in the car as he gets in. He tells me that my training starts now. He tells me to open his fly and stroke his cock here in the parking lot. I do as I am told, hoping that I can make him happy. As I go to wrap my hand around his cock, he grabs my arm and pulls my hand to his face. He spits into my hand, and says, “Continue, whore”. I do as I am told, putting my hand on his cock and beginning to squeeze and stroke. His saliva making my hand glide easily up and down his shaft. He tells me I am a good girl as he puts his head back and closes his eyes. I continue to stroke as I recite one of my various mantras. “This stupid cunt will always do as Sir tells it to”. I see a smile come over his face as I say it. Suddenly, his eyes open, he pushes me away roughly and does up his jeans. He tells me to hurry up and drive him home. I pull out from the airport parking lot, and turn onto the highway route that will take us to my lovely little cabin. As I drive, he reaches over and pulls up my skirt. He exposes me and tells me not to pull it back down. I nod and say “Yes Sir” as he gropes and ...

... squeezes my thighs, my pussy, my tits….all the while, I am driving us out of the city. I am sure people are seeing this, but I know that this is all my Owner’s right. I am only here for him to use and play with. I am his to show off and share if he so desires. I am his to use and abuse and degrade at any time he wants. We are on the highway now. I tell him that we have a 45 minute drive, and he tells me that I had better find a place for him to fuck me very soon. Luckily, i have been making this drive for months, and I have been scouting locations for just this. I turn onto a little gravel country road, and then pull off onto a small turnaround. This is a popular spot for berry-pickers, so nobody would find it odd that there were a car parked here. We walk towards the wooded area off the highway as he gropes and smacks me. We are barely behind any kind of cover when he tells me to kneel. I do as I am told, and he slaps my face on one side, then the other, until my cheeks are red and angry looking. He smiles as I open my mouth and ask to please him. I tremble as he undoes his pants and buries his hard cock inside my mouth. I gag and tear up as he fills his hands with my hair. He holds me hard to him, watching my eyes water, watching me struggle and gag…he holds me longer than I think I can take, but he knows best. He knows what I can take. He growls at me to stop thinking, to stop fighting. I realize he is right. I shut down and let him do what he needs to. He pounds my throat as my ...