Hey, it’s your lovely Ananya again. Before you jump into the story, I have to let you guys know this involves very rough, hardcore, BDSM sex. So, have fun.
Just as I was done bringing all the dishes to the dining table, I received the text. “Come over,” it read, and above that, there was another “Come over,” which was sent yesterday. Another one above that, and at least another 10 more “Come overs.”
But this was an unusual time. Usually, I get these texts in the afternoon or evening, but anyhow, I had to attend to it.
“Hey honey, a friend just called. She wants some help urgently. I’ll be right back, okay? You can go to bed without me,” I told my husband Vikram. He had just come back from work, and he was tired. I knew he’d go to sleep without waiting for me.
“Everything alright? Do you need my help?” he asked.
“No, I’ll handle it. Don’t worry,” I left and locked the door behind me. We live in a gated community. The place I had to come over to was the next block. I rang the doorbell. He had an automatic lock installed, so he buzzed me in from wherever he was inside his house.
He wasn’t downstairs, so I went upstairs to the bedroom. He lived all by himself. I never really understood why he needed such a big house. And there he was, lying on his bed without a single bit of cloth on. Walter was a very tall and muscular man.
He was dark-skinned with a huge black dick which was hard right now. He must be in his mid-forties, but he’s divorced. So he lives alone, and his son is in a different city.
“My husband is home, not now. Please,” I begged.
“What did I tell you to call me?” he asked with a reactionless face.
“Master. Please, I can’t do this now, master,” I pleaded.
“I think I’ve made it clear that you don’t have a choice. But if you act like a good girl, I might leave you soon. Come here,” he stood up.
I walked closer to him. His face was very close to my midriff. Even though I was wearing a pyjama shirt and pants, I was able to feel his hot breath. He groped my ass tightly.
“No panties. Were you expecting me to call you?” he asked.
“I never wear panties at night,” I replied. He pulled down my pants and licked my pussy.
“You’re secretly enjoying this, aren’t you? Your pussy is always wet,” he said.
“I’d never enjoy anything with you,” I shot back. He held my pussy lips and pinched them tightly. I moaned loudly.
“What did I tell you to call me?” he kept pinching.
“Master, sorry, master,” I managed to reply. He slowly let go later.
“If you keep acting like a brat, I might keep you for the whole night,” he stood up and started unbuttoning my shirt.
“I’m sorry, master. I’ll be a good girl,” I said and pulled away my shirt after he unbuttoned it completely. He removed my bra and threw it away.
“Get down and prove that you’re a good slut,” he commanded. I knelt, his cock was humongous. It was hot, hard, and throbbing. I’ve had his dick many times, but I still haven’t got used to the size of it. When I was single, this was the kind of dick I’ve always wanted to suck on.
But not now, not under these circumstances, especially not when I have a husband. But I have no other choice. If I don’t do what he says, my marriage will be ruined.
It all started a few weeks ago, after my college reunion party. I was a bit drunk, and I saw my crush from my college days. We were both casually flirting, and the next thing I knew, I woke up in my bed with him next to me.
My husband wasn’t home that day. So I invited him over and had sex with him on the same bed where I slept with my husband.
The next day Mr. Walter texted me a picture of me and my college crush holding hands and walking into our house. And he texted, “Come over,” for the first-ever time. Since then, he’s been asking me to come over every day. He is very rough.
He spanks me, whips my ass with his belt, fucks my mouth, and rails my pussy very hard. To him, I’m just a sex toy. He usually fucks me for hours before he allows me to leave. I have no clue when it’ll end. But I have to keep doing this if I want to keep my marriage safe.
I stroked his cock for a while and sucked on the edge smoothly, using the tongue trick that I only use on my husband when it’s a special occasion. I wanted to please Walter tonight, something I’d never done before. I thought maybe if I pleased him, he’d let me go.
For a while, it seemed like he was enjoying himself, but then he was back to his default setting. He held my hair and started fucking my mouth mercilessly. I kept tapping his thighs to let go of me, but he never did till he felt like doing so.
And when he finally did let go of me, I was gasping for air.
“What are you?” he slapped my face twice.
“Your slut. Your slut, master,” I was still gasping for air.
“Good girl. Now bend over the bed,” he slapped me again. I stood up and bent over for him, spreading my cheeks. “Look how wet you are, you cheating whore,” he spanked my ass and entered my pussy. I moaned very loudly as he put his whole dick in me in one go.
“Who owns your tight little cunt?” he spanked my ass.
“You do, master. You own my pussy,” I moaned.
He held my hair and kept railing me harder and harder. At one point, I was afraid my husband might hear us, but I knew it was not possible.
“I’m going to cum, master. Can I cum?” I asked. He always liked to stop fucking when I was about to cum just to make me beg him. So I decided to beg him before he could do that.
“Not yet,” he took his dick out and made me roll over. I was facing him now. He spread my legs and fucked me in missionary. He kept pinching my nipples as he railed me.
“Let’s cum together, shall we?” he asked and bent forward to bite my neck.
“Thank you, master. Yes, let’s cum,” I’ve been on the pill ever since he fucked me for the first time so it was safe. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me. He exploded inside me just as I climaxed. As usual, he filled me up with a huge, thick load.
“Thank you for fucking me, master. You filled me up real good,” I said and got up to put my dress on. But Walter immediately took a handcuff and locked my hands to the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing? Let me go. I satisfied you. I have to go back before my husband starts suspecting,” I shouted. Walter just laughed in response.
“I called you master like you wanted. I did everything perfectly. Why won’t you let me go?” I shouted again.
“You’re not leaving till you truly mean all that stuff you said. You’re not leaving till you truly submit yourself to me,” he said and left the room. I kept shaking my hand, hoping the handcuffs were weak and they’d fall off. But they never did. I was on all fours on the edge of the bed, like a dog.
He came back with a black suitcase. I could tell they must have BDSM toys inside just by the look of it. He opened it and took a ball mouth gag. “No, no,” was all I was able to say before he put them in my mouth. All my words were silenced after he put them on.
Only a slightly audible “Gmmpph” could be heard, no matter what I tried to say.
Then he took two nipple clamps. I kept shaking my body, but he put them on my nipples anyway. There was a stinging sensation around my nipples when he put them on.
He then took a leather whip from the suitcase, I immediately started shaking my head, but he went behind me and whipped my ass.
“You really thought you could fool me, didn’t you?” he kept whipping me again and again as I kept shaking my head. I tried saying sorry, I tried begging, but no words came out of my mouth as I was gagged. He slapped my ass with his dick. It was hard as a rod again.
He put it inside me and started riding me. His big black cock was penetrating my pussy very roughly. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the minute, which made the fucking smoother and more pleasurable. I realised I had stopped begging him and started moaning softly.
But I don’t think he heard that through the gag. He then gripped my ass tightly and moved my hips front and back on his dick instead of fucking me. I could feel myself getting wetter. My moans slowly started getting a bit loud. I knew I was close to cumming.
My husband could never make me cum like this, I knew I’d never be satisfied with his tiny cock again, and I knew Mr. Walter wouldn’t leave me alone either.
“Thap thap” sound filled the room as his shaft hit my ass every time his thick cock went deep in my pussy, always hitting my G spot.
Every time his tip hit my G spot, my mind went back to my youth, when I used to watch interracial porn a lot. I’d put a cucumber or an eggplant inside my pussy and imagine I’m being fucked by a BBC. I realised I’ve finally got what I’ve always wanted, just as I reached climax.
But he stopped. He always knew when I’d cum like he truly owned me. I turned back to look at him and hoped he could understand what I was about to say just through my eyes. I wanted him to go on, I wanted to climax, I wanted his big dick to keep fucking me. I wanted to tell him I truly belonged to him now.
“If I don’t hear what I like to hear, you might be here till the morning,” he said and pulled down my mouth gag.
“You own me, master. I belong to you now. Just keep fucking me with your big cock. You can let me cum whenever you wish, but just keep fucking me, master, please,” I pleaded.
“You’ll do anything to please your master, won’t you?” he grinned.
“Yes, master. Literally anything, but just keep fucking me, please,” I begged.
He put his dick inside me and started fucking me.
“Oh my God! Thank you so much, master. I love how your dick hits the spot every time. My pussy exists just to pleasure you, master. Keep fucking it like you own it,” I moaned.
And he kept riding me till I was about to cum again.
“Were you close to climaxing?” he whipped my ass.
“Oh, master, you know I’d never cum without letting you know,” I moaned.
“I see that you’ve become a good slut now,” he said.
“And I always will be, master. I will never be a brat again,” I said.
“But you deserve a punishment for being a brat in the first place, don’t you think?” he spanked my ass with his hands.
I didn’t know what he had planned, but I was ready for it. I deserved the punishment for not submitting myself to his big cock.
“Yes, master,” I replied.
“It won’t be as hard if you take it like a good girl,” he said and got down the bed while I was still on all fours, handcuffed to the bed.
“I’ll take anything you give me, master,” I said.
He took out a wooden cane and poured some oil on it. I knew what was coming, and I was ready to take it.
“Stay still,” he said, and then a tight, hard whip on my ass.
But it wasn’t the pain that I felt. It was a pleasure. Letting him do whatever he wants to me felt good. After all, this is what I’ve always fantasised about.
“How many more do you think you deserve?” he asked and rubbed my ass with the tip of the cane.
“Five more at the very least, master,” I replied. He gave a tight, hard whip again.
“Four more,” he said and rubbed over the cane over my ass.
A hard whip again.
“Why do you think you deserve this, Ananya?” he asked and whipped my as again.
“I’ve been a brat, master. I should’ve submitted myself to you earlier,” I replied.
“You will never repeat the mistake again, will you?” he asked, followed by a hard whip again.
Just two more. But now I feel like I should’ve asked for more.
“Of course not, master. I’m your sex slave now,” I said.
“What does a good sex slave do?” he asked and whipped me again.
“Whatever the master says,”
“Whatever the master says,” he repeated and whipped my ass for the last time.
“Thank you for punishing me, master. I’ll be more disciplined now, I promise,” I said.
“How badly do you need to cum,” he asked and put down the cane back in the suitcase.
“So badly, master. But it can wait for however long you want,” I replied.
“You’ve been a good girl, so I’ll let you cum now,” he said and got back on the bed.
“Thank you so much, master. Please put that big cock back inside me, please,” I begged. He entered my pussy slowly and built up the pace gradually, and my moans grew louder simultaneously.
“Thank you for fucking me, master. I love how your cock tears my pussy apart. Cum inside me, master. Please dump another huge load in your cum dumpster,” I moaned.
His cock started throbbing, and my body was trembling. We were both close to climaxing.
“Oh, master. Cum in me, please,” I moaned as his huge load exploded in me. I climaxed just as his cum flowed inside my pussy.
“Let me clean your dick, master. Shove it inside my mouth, please,” I pleaded.
“This is exactly how I want you to behave every day, got it?” he got down from the bed and uncuffed me.
I knelt and licked the little cum that was on the edge of his dick. His whole dick was soaked in my juices. I licked it all clean.
“You really filled me up, master. It’s still flowing down my thighs. Can I lick it?” I asked.
“Push them inside your asshole and put it on,” Mr. Walter said and threw a butt plug on the floor.
“I love it, master. Thank you for the gift. I’ll put the butt plug on and sleep next to my husband with your cum in my ass,” I giggled and did as he said.
“Tomorrow, 10 A.M sharp. You can leave now,” he patted my cheeks and left the room.
I looked up at the clock, and the time was 12:25 A.M. I checked my phone. There were several missed calls from my husband. I realised I’d been gone for so long, but it wasn’t that I was worried about.
I was worried about the fact that I had to wait 10 more hours till I got my pussy pounded by my master.
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