A Matter of Discipline

Bending me further over the hood of the car, with short, hard thrusts, he soon had his cock buried in my pussy up to his balls, and began mercilessly fucking into my warm, wet pussy. I could feel him getting bigger inside me and in frustration, not yet ready to cum he began to curse and groan, "Damn it, I can't hold it back . . . fuck! I'm going to cum." I could feel his hard, tight ball sac pressed against me and his rigid dick inside me when, to his dismay, he came hard, filling my pussy with hot, thick cum. Spent, he slumped onto my back and my pussy began to contract and release as he pulled his cock out of me. Long, threads of sticky cum clinging to his cock, and some trickling down between my legs.

I could now feel his weight on me and began to squirm trying to get from under him. Too late I realized that my squirming had served only to excite him and I could feel him again becoming hard against my ass. I began to try in earnest to get away from him when he grasped my hips and began probing for my asshole.

"Bitch . . . fucking bitch!" he growled, "stop fighting me." He had forgotten about, or perhaps did not care if anyone should hear or see us. "You've disappointed me and I've stood by and allowed you to, but no more. You need to be disciplined and made to realize how much you've really pissed me off."

In the shadows of the parking lot, despite my pleas, he had become the dark, crazy Marc, and was going to do exactly as he intended. He was going to teach me a lesson, prove his dominance over me. He was going to ass fuck me like he had done that night.

"Marc, please, don't do this," I begged. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't do this to me." But my begging was pointlessly, as he found my tight brown bud and positioned himself to enter. With his hand covering my mouth, I gave a muffled scream as he pushed into me.

"Shut up bitch! I don't want to hurt you more than I have to!"

I quieted immediately and steeled myself for what was going to happen next.

"Damn, you're still so fucking tight. I really believe I'm the only one who's had your ass."

"Am I right, baby?" "I'm the only one who's fucked you in the ass, aren't I? Aren't I?"

"Yes, Marc . . . only you," I managed to answer through stinging tears, trying desperately to hold back my screams as he slowly stroked his full length and girth in and out of me. At one point, he would pound into me so hard and deep that the effort would literally lift me onto my toes.

"Relax baby . . . just relax and let me play with you," he chided as he reached under my hips and expertly stroked and fondled me until my body grudgingly relaxed against him. He filled me from behind, while his fingers rubbed and massaged my swollen, aching clit until my eyes rolled back in my head and my body spasmed with pleasure. He continued to fondle me like this forcing me to cum for him until I was so weak I could barely stand.

With his hands on my back, he kept me bent over the hood and I remember closing my eyes and in some perverted way feeling pleased and satisfied as my body opened for him, welcoming the insistent pressure of his cock.

"Damn, you feel amazing," he said, now holding my ass tightly against him as he increased his speed. He began loudly grunting and groaning with each thrust until with a final hard push he ejaculated hot cum inside my abused bowels. I lay across the hood softly crying, caught up in a jumble of emotions, pain, pleasure, anger, humiliation I couldn't separate them.

"Stop crying," he said almost gently. "You know I don't like hurting you, but you need to be treated like this. The way you've acted, the way you've disrespected me . . . you needed the one thing that always helps you understand when you've displeased me." Even as he spoke, Marc was still humping me, wanting to get every drop of cum from his balls.

"Yes, baby, yes baby that's it, take it all . . .it's all for you," he repeated in a hoarse, dry voice until he finally stopped moving and collapsed onto me. "You'll be such a good, good girl now, my good girl. . . won't you?"

"Yes Marc," I whimpered, my face wet with tears as I lay there literally trapped by this man. In our regular love making we usually had wonderful anal sex that we both enjoyed. But as I leaned onto the car with my ass still exposed and his spent cum seeping down the inside of my thighs, I hated myself for my own sickness (I don't know what else to call it) in liking what he had done to me.

*****

Marc turned me around to face him. Slipping his hands under my arms, he lifted me up and sat me on the hood of the car. Pulling my ass to the edge of the hood, he scooped up the cum that pooled between my legs, and began to smear it on me.

My clit was hard, raw and exquisitely tender. I didn't think I could bear to have him touch me again, and pleaded with him as I tried to close my legs to prevent him from fondling me.

"Marc, please don't, just take me home."

He searched my face and after a long pause, responded, "When I'm finished, I'll take you home".

Then to my surprise, this man who had been such a brute ten minutes earlier, with a now feather light touch covered my clit and pussy with the cool cum. It calmed and soothed my soreness. I can't describe in words how wonderful it felt. I was still puffy and swollen from how he had fucked and used me, but when he spread me wider and lowered his head between my legs, the warmth and gentleness of his mouth and tongue easily sent me into orgasmic shudders.

I hadn't realized until then that I had been holding my breath, I exhaled loudly. "Oh my god Marc," I said in a weak voice. Shaken by all of the overwhelming sensations, I leaned forward, resting my forehead on his chest. He cupped my chin in his hand and tipped it so I could see his face, and letting his hand slide down to my shoulder, pressed me onto my back. There in that dark, dirty parking lot, naked from my waist down, legs wide open, Marc ate my pussy until I cried, begging him to stop, begging him not to stop -- completely lost in the pleasure.

Out of the darkness we heard a shout, "Damn, why don't you and your fucking bitch get a room, dude!" A few people leaving the club passed Marc's car, and even in the shadowy darkness they could see and hear what he was doing to me.

My eyes flew open, the illusion of where we were and what we were doing, shattered.

"Mind your own fucking business," he returned, and tightened his hold on my hips to keep me from moving. He continued loving me until I could no longer hold back. Lifting my hips, I placed my hands around the back of his head and pressed his face to my center until I was left moaning and whimpering as another powerful orgasm gripped me.

*****

He let me rest there a few minutes before lifting me down. On wobbly legs I stood next to the car, while he adjusted my now cum stained dress. "Marc, my panties . . . I can't find my panties," I began before being cut off. "You don't need panties," he laughed, and guided me into the car. He started it up and headed to my apartment, with me dozing most of the way.

Marc helped me into the apartment and then into bed. As I snuggled under the covers and was about to fall asleep, I felt Marc climb in behind me, his cock hard, engorged, sticky with precum. Wanting to feel him inside me again, I pushed back against him and lifted my leg onto his hip, sighing with satisfaction he held open my pussy lips and slid easily into my wet slit, my pussy lips closing tightly, possessively, around his bulbous cockhead.

Spooning behind me, he gently but firmly pushed forward, going deeper into me. "This is mine," he whispered as he fondled my swollen, pulsing clit and wet pussy.

"Yes, Marc, it belongs only to you," I said softly as he gave several long, hard thrusts before quietly ejaculating spurt after spurt of his cum, drenching the walls of my pussy. Emotionally and physically exhausted, we fell asleep, his beautiful cock ever so gradually softening inside me.

*****

Marc and I stayed in contact with each other, talking, exploring and having wonderful sex. Despite my previous reservations, we decided to move in together. We found a beautiful new apartment, and have been together for over a year now. Aside from the usual kinds of 'couple' issues, and the times when he still sometimes gets a little crazy, I think we've figured out the real dynamics of our relationship.

His craziness doesn't frighten me the way it did in the beginning, I guess because I know Marc would never intentionally hurt or harm me. I think sex -- specifically rough sex -- is his way of, as he puts it 'disciplining' me and demonstrating his dominance. He still fucks my brains out, but he's only had to discipline me twice within the last six months . . . and each time, I enjoyed it quite a bit.