A Cocktease Tamed

"Beg for my cock."

"What?"

He slapped her face with his cock for a second time. This time it left a red mark across her cheek.

"I said beg for it."

"Please."

He cock-slapped her again.

"Please what?"

"Please give me your cock. Please let me suck your cock."

"That's better."

He pushed it into her throat again, fucking it mercilessly until she gagged.

"Suck my balls," he ordered, and stroked his shaft as she licked and sucked his hair-covered sac. This task was much easier, as she didn't have to fit his huge member into her mouth.

"You're good at that, slut!" He continued to stroke his cock, enjoying the sensation of the petite blonde's tongue on his balls.

Each time he called her a slut, Beth felt both her face and pussy burn. Each time he had slapped her with his cock, she had been even more humiliated than when he had first spanked her, but also just as turned on. Finally, she was giving herself over to her nocturnal fantasies. She knew she would do anything that he wanted, that she would surrender to him totally.

But she still wasn't prepared for what came next.

Michael pulled her head back roughly and stroked his cock a few inches from her face.

"Beg for my cum, slut."

She hesitated, and was rewarded with another slap to the face with his massive cock.

"I said beg for it."

"No!" she said. He reached down and spanked her ass hard.

"Beg for it. Tell me you want my hot cum all over your pretty face."

"I can't," said Beth, her cheeks on fire.

"Yes you can, slut. Say it."

He smacked her ass again.

"Say it."

"Please give me your cum."

"That's better."

He looked down at the beautiful girl, on her knees begging for his cum.

"I know what sluts like you need," he said, grabbing a handful of her hair even tighter with his free hand, "let me hear you beg for it again, louder."

"Please, give me your cum," she stammered, "I need it."

Before she could quite grasp what was happening, she saw a white spurt shoot out of his cock towards her. She closed her eyes and tried to duck out of the way, but he held her head firmly in place as he ejaculated all over her face and hair.

"Real sluts don't dodge cum," he said.

She felt his warm cum cover her burning forehead and cheeks, running down her chin and onto her cleavage. She reached up to wipe it away from her eyes and then looked up at him.

"Eat it."

She was stunned for a moment, then stuck one of her cum-covered fingers into her mouth and licked it off. The taste wasn't bad; it was kind of salty and bitter.

He wiped the cum from the tip of his cock across her forehead. She scooped more of the cum into her mouth with her fingers and licked them off.

"That's a good girl," he said.

After she had cleaned herself off, he pulled up his pants and buttoned them once again.

"You can go now," he said, "I'll call you when I want to see you again."

"But I haven't," started Beth, "I didn't."

"You didn't what? Come? I know. You'll have to take care of that yourself at home. If you're a good slut and do what you're told, I might let you come next time you visit."

He pushed her towards the door, and a few seconds later she found herself on the darkened stairwell once again, almost as if she'd imagined the whole thing.

She paused in the stairway, so aroused that she couldn't go any farther without touching herself. The feeling of being dominated and used by Michael had gotten her so hot that her clit was on a hair trigger. She leaned forward and braced herself against the railing, hiked her skirt and brought herself to a powerful orgasm, right there in the stairwell.

By the time she got back to the club, Lisa was looking for her.

"Where were you? Did you go somewhere?"

"Sorry, I went for a walk. I didn't want to interrupt your conversation."

"In this neighborhood? At night? Are you crazy?"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," said Beth.

"You should be more careful."

"What happened to what's-his-name?"

"Who?"

"The guy you were dancing with."

"He asked me to go home with him and I said no."

"Good for you," said Beth.

***

A few days later, Beth was about to leave her office for lunch when she received a text message from Michael:

"My place in 15 minutes. Skirt, heels, no panties. Punishment for dress-code infractions or tardiness."

Her pussy began to throb involuntarily as she read the message. She called one of her co-workers and told her she'd have to run some errands and would be late coming back from lunch.

Half an hour later, she was still in the subway. Finally, forty-two minutes later, she presented herself at Michael's apartment door.

"You're late," he said, as he gestured her inside.

"I'm sorry," said Beth, "there were so many people on the subway. I was at work."

"Strip," he commanded, totally uninterested in her explanation.

Beth lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her generous breasts, which were well out of proportion to her petite frame.

"Your bra too."

She unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her tits bounced free, their nipples erect in the cool air of the foyer.

"Now your skirt."

She unzipped her skirt and slipped it off. She was wearing a pink thong underneath.

"What did I say about panties?"

Beth looked at the floor.

"Take them off, slut."

She stepped out of the thong, careful not to catch it on her heels. She was about to take them off too, when Michael told her to stop.

"They look good on you."

He paused to examine the sight before him. Beth, naked except for a pair of high heels, stood blushing in front of him. Her breasts heaved with every breath. She was visibly aroused, and it was all she could do to keep from touching herself.

"Open the drawer on the wall," commanded Michael, gesturing to a built-in set of drawers near the entrance to the bathroom, "and bring me what you find inside."

Beth turned and opened the top drawer. Inside was a small leather strap. She trembled as she realized what was in store for her. She reached inside and picked it up, then turned and handed it to Michael.

"Turn around."

She turned around again, facing the cabinet where she had found the strap.

"Bend over."

She bent down as low as she could, having trouble balancing on her heels.

"Grab your ankles."

She did.

He paused for a few seconds.

"Beth," he said, rubbing the strap across her naked ass, "I'm going to punish you for disobeying my orders, but to be fair, we're going to make it into a game. I'm going to spank you with this strap five times. After each stroke, you're going to say 'spank me, please, I'm a dirty slut.' If you fail to say those words, I'm going to give you another stroke. Is that clear?"

"Please," said Beth, "I can't say that."

CRACK!

Beth yelped as the first stroke crossed her bottom.

"I will begin the count whenever you like."

She heard him draw the strap back again, ready for another blow.

"Spank me, I'm a dirty slut," she mumbled.

CRACK!

"You didn't say please," said Michael, drawing the strap back again.

"What? I --," stammered Beth.

CRACK!

"Spank me please, I'm a dirty slut," she said, her voice trembling. She was terribly embarrassed. What would Lisa think of her if she ever found out? At the same time, her pussy was positively pulsing with excitement.

As if he'd sensed it, Michael aimed his next blow squarely between her legs.

"That was number one," he said, "here comes number two!"

CRACK!

"Spank me please, I'm a dirty slut."

"Two."

CRACK!

"Spank me please, I'm a dirty slut."

"Three."

Beth was so close to coming, she only needed to give herself a little help. She quietly reached up to touch her clitoris, but he swatted her hand away.

"For that infraction, here's another!"

CRACK!

That one really stung! Tears came to Beth's eyes, but her pussy was positively on fire.

"Please," she whimpered, "just let me come."

"You're going to come alright, slut," said Michael, "you're going to come on my cock in just a moment. But first of all, we have to finish your spanking."

"Spank me please, I've a dirty slut," murmured Beth.

CRACK!

"Four."

"Spank me please, I'm a dirty slut," she said, relieved that the spanking would soon be over, but trembling in anticipation for the moment when he would take her virginity.

CRACK!

His final blow landed across her pussy, and her legs began to quiver involuntarily.

"Now," said Michael, "take this and put it back where you found it."

She stood and turned to take the strap, which she placed back in the drawer.

Michael ushered her into the bedroom, where she had never been before. It was tidy, with minimal decoration. There was a bed with an ornate metal frame that seemed to be made of iron. It seemed singularly out of place in the otherwise modern apartment.

Affixed to the head of the bed were two pairs of handcuffs. Before she knew what was happening, Michael had her on the bed, facing away from him, kneeling with her hands in the cuffs. From the feel of the metal she could tell that they were not the trick kind. They were quite real, and there was no way she could escape him now.

"What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple," said Michael, his voice completely calm, "I'm going to give you the good, hard fuck that you've been craving, then I'm going to send you on your way."

"Be gentle," said Beth.

"That's the one thing I absolutely will not be," said Michael, smacking her tender ass with his hand.

He reached between her legs and massaged her pussy. She craned her head to look back at him, but could only see his shadow.

Then, she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of her virgin cunt.

He entered her quickly and smoothly, breaking past the considerable resistance with a single stroke. Although he'd been prepared to find her tight, he was unprepared for just how tight she really was.

"You really are a virgin, aren't you, slut?"

"I told you I was."

The pain wasn't as bad as she'd anticipated, and the feeling of fullness was incredible. Little did she know, however, that he was less than halfway inside her. The next stroke filled her even more completely.

"Mmmm," said Michael, "I think I'm going to bottom out in your tiny little cunt."

And he did, with the third stroke. He struck her cervix, but was still only had about 2/3 of his cock inside her.

"It's a shame you can't take it all in your pussy," he said, "that means I'll have to fuck your ass next."

"No!" screamed Beth, "you'll do no such thing!"

"I don't think you're in a position to stop me," he laughed, then grabbed her hair and pulled it back, while he proceeded to give her one of the roughest fucks he had ever meted out. His thighs slapped against her red tender ass as his big prick punished her virgin cunt. Beth moaned and sighed as her virginity was taken from her roughly.

Michael was so into the fucking that he forgot to make her beg for it. After a while, however, Beth began to beg on her own, especially as she got close to orgasm.

"Oh please don't stop," she groaned, "I'm so close."

"You love this cock don't you, slut?" he said, spanking her ass.

"Yes I love it please give it to me!"

She came, hard, just as he'd said she would.

"Now it's my turn, slut," he said, pulling out.

She thought he was going to come on her ass, but to her surprise he shoved his cock back inside her.

"Are you wearing a condom?" she asked.

"I was," he said, "but I just got rid of it. I think a slut like you deserves to have my cum in her pussy."

And before Beth could protest, Michael was shooting a considerable load into her unprotected cunt. Since she'd not planned on having sex, Beth was not on birth control. For all she knew, she'd just conceived a baby with a man she barely knew. At the moment, however, she barely cared.

He uncuffed one of her hands and let her roll onto her side. Then he pulled out of her and walked around to the side of the bed and dangled his cock in her face.

"Clean it off," he ordered.

She took it in her mouth and began to suck. Soon, he was hard again. Beth couldn't help but be a little bit proud of her cocksucking skills.

He flipped Beth onto her back, then got back on the bed and grabbed both her hands and re-secured them to the bed.

"Ready to give up your ass, slut?"

Beth was silent. She'd just lost her virginity a mere few minutes before, and was unprepared to be taken in the butt as well. It seemed so dirty and so wrong! She was a good girl! But, she reasoned, there was nothing she could do about it, especially now that her hands were cuffed to the bed. She'd just have to enjoy it as best she could.

Michael smacked his cock across her clit, which was still extremely sensitive after her orgasm and the spanking.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he said, grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand, "and something tells me you're going to enjoy it too."

"No," said Beth, as if out of duty, "please don't."

He rubbed the lube along the length of his shaft. Beth couldn't help but admire its pleasing shape and size. Maybe I really do like cocks, she thought to herself.

Once his shaft was well lubricated, Michael began to finger her ass.

"Ooo," said Beth, "that's cold."

But after a moment it warmed up. She had to admit -- Michael was good a what he was doing, and soon he'd loosened her up enough to get an entire finger inside.

But his cock was an entirely different matter. He pressed it up against her opening and paused.

"I'm going to take your ass now, slut. In a moment it will belong to me."

Beth could only whimper and wince in anticipation.

Suddenly, he was inside of her. She looked down and saw him squeeze even more lube onto his shaft as he went deeper.

Then he began to fuck her. He started with long, smooth, strokes, but suddenly she was being slammed back onto the bed. He called her all kinds of names -- a whore, a slut, a cumslut -- and others that she couldn't remember.

After a minute or so of this treatment, Beth realized that she was going to come again.

"Ohh fuck," she said, almost surprised at herself, "fuck me, don't stop I'm going to come."

He stopped and looked at her.

"You really are a slut, aren't you? You're begging for this cock."

"Yes," she admitted, "I am. I'm a cock-hungry slut. Fuck me with that monster cock in my tight little ass."

Now it was Michael's turn to be surprised.

"I was right about you," he said, thrusting his cock into her faster and faster, feeling his own orgasm on its way, "you need a steady diet of cock!"

And then he pulled out and shot his semen all over her. The first shot hit her chest, the second two spurts landed on her forehead and chin, and the rest covered her tits and stomach.

"I'm going to get a picture of this," said Michael, and before Beth could respond, there was the flash of a camera.

He uncuffed her hands and then went into the hallway and retrieved her clothes, throwing them to her on the bed.

"Get dressed. I have to be somewhere soon."

Five minutes later Beth was on the street, her legs, ass and pussy aching, wondering if she could make it through the rest of the day of work. In the end, she decided to call in sick.

At home, she took a long shower and went over the events of the past few weeks in her mind.

She had been spanked, dick-slapped, pussy-strapped, ass-fucked, deflowered, facialized and photographed. Her body had endured more abuse, humiliation -- and pleasure -- than it had ever known before. Before she'd met Michael she'd been an out-of-control cocktease, never knowing the slut that hid within her. Now, that tease had been tamed, and the slut inside her was free. Only the future could tell what that slut would do now.

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