WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 67: THE DREAM SEX (3)

CHAPTER 3

 My stomach heaved, and I could feel my breakfast trying to come up, but it couldn’t get past his cock, and so I swallowed it back down. I was losing consciousness when he finally pulled out and I coughed up what seemed like buckets of throat slime before finally catching a breath. 

He stood in front of me and used the throat slime as lube as he stroked his cock. He walked around behind me and stuck his cock into my ass. It was on fire again, but I’d become slightly more accustomed to having my back passage used. The constant use had made it raw, but it was well lubed up from the residual butter and throat slime that coated his cock.

He didn’t pound me like an animal, it was almost a lazy fuck—like he was bored and just wanted something warm and wet to cover him. He might not have been close to cumming, but I was riding an edge. It didn’t make any sense to me, but at that point, the only things I wanted was for him to pound my ass and to beat me. I wanted to be used so that I could finally cum, but he wouldn’t move enough to push me over the edge.

“Please sir, please fuck my ass hard. I need to cum, and if you need to beat me afterward, it will be worth it. Please use me like the filthy whore I am. I am going to explode if I don’t get to cum soon. My pussy needs release!”

I pled with the cruel man who I had called husband only yesterday.

“If you want to cum, I’ll make you cum,” he said with a chuckle at the whore in the stocks before him.

 He pulled his cock out of my ass with a popping noise and returned to put it in my mouth. I greedily sucked the filthy cock, and I felt the belt flash down on my ass again and again as he steadily increased the speed that he fucked my throat and the speed that he beat my ass. My tears had been replaced with moans of pleasure, and he reached down to pull my nipple. My moans turned into a muffled orgasm as my silky pussy juice flooded down my legs. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and returned to my overly sensitive cunt.

He pounded me like an animal and every time his balls slapped against my clit, my body jumped. He continued his harsh pounding until I came again, finally bringing him over the edge. He pulled out of me and released me from the stocks.

He drug me back to the bedroom by the hair. He laid down under the blankets and told me, “Lay down and put my cock in your mouth. I want you to fall asleep like that. Do not try to make me cum, and don’t take me out of your mouth until I tell you to.”

I did as he said, and I suckled his cock while I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming a dream of chains and whips. There were few visual memories, but the emotions of pain, sexual hunger, and pure ecstasy stayed with me even upon waking.

I woke to him slowly humping my face, his cock hard and his hands in my hair once more. He was awake but wasn’t trying to orgasm, just enjoying the feeling of my warm and wet mouth around his member.

 When he realized that I’d awakened, he pulled me off of him and got out of bed. I looked at the clock and realized that it was 7:00. There was no way I would be able to make dinner.

“Sir, it’s too late to start dinner unless you’d like to eat at around 9:00. Would you like me to start it now or would you rather order out?”

“We’ll get Chinese tonight. I’ll make the order.”

He quickly pulled up the restaurant on his phone and dialed the number.

As the phone rang on the other side, he said, “Turn around and show me your pussy.”

I turned, displaying my swollen and filthy cunt to him. There was dried cum and pussy juice all over my ass and legs, and I’m sure that the smell was horrendous. I hadn’t dared to look at myself in the mirror since this morning. Paul shoved three fingers into my cunt and roughly began to stretch me out as he made the simple order over the phone. It felt so good to have his fingers in my cunt while he was on the phone, and I felt full but not painfully so. It was the first time I’d felt pure pleasure since I’d become his slut—let me rephrase that, a slut he was using; I had to earn the title his slut.

I wished that this moment could last longer, but I knew that it wouldn’t.

As soon as he put the phone down, he told me, “You should put a robe on so that you can pay for the food.”

 Wordlessly, I moved away from his magic fingers so that I could put on a robe. I couldn’t imagine how much things had changed in the last 24 hours. Yesterday, he wouldn’t have been able to force me to open the door looking like this, and now I was doing it without a complaint. In fact, there was a part of me that desperately wanted the world to know how big of a whore I was.

After 20 minutes of waiting on the couch, the doorbell rang, and I went to open it, but before I got there, Paul said, “If you can make him cum in the next 10 minutes I’ll let you enjoy the rest of the night other than your spanking. Otherwise, you’ll spend the rest of the evening miserable.”

He wanted me to make this delivery boy cum? How did he expect me to do that? I had no idea how I was supposed to do that, but I was willing to try. I desperately wanted some relief from pain and misery, but more importantly, I wanted to make Paul happy with me. I opened the door to pay for the food and saw a young man in his early 20’s. His eyes widened, and jaw dropped when he saw the dirty whore that opened the door in just a silk robe.

He stuttered as he said, “That’ll be $24.11, ma’am.”

I handed him the $30 and took the food before trying my best to imitate a pornstar by saying, “If you want more of a tip, you can come inside.”

He didn’t seem to know what to do, so I gently clasped his hand and led him inside before closing the door. I knelt down and took off my robe,

 exposing my filth covered body, and undid his pants. He stood in shock while I pulled his pants down around his ankles though his dick was anything but shocked as it stood at attention, beckoning my lips to it. I quickly inhaled his 5” cock, swallowing it deep into my throat before giving this delivery boy a typical blowjob. I reached up to cup his balls. They were tensing up and before he shot his load in my mouth, I pulled his cock out and jacked him off onto my chest. His warm cum covered my tits, and I reached two of my cum covered fingers to my mouth, tasting him.

“Thank you for that. You should probably go, though, my husband is expecting his food.”

My devilish smile sent him packing with a crazy tale to tell his co-workers. He would definitely make this his first stop the next time that we ordered though I didn’t know whether he would get the same special treatment next time.

I brought the food into the living room where Paul was seated. He could see the fresh cum covering my tits and knew what had taken place.

“So would you like to have your spanking now or later? It’s up to you since you were a real whore and sucked his dick like a proper slut.”

“I would prefer it now, Sir. I would like to enjoy the rest of the night without having to think about it.”

“Then lay on your back on the floor with your legs spread wide. Last night you got your ass spanked. Tonight you’ll get your pussy spanked.”

 I began to cry as I fell to my knees. I couldn’t imagine taking the same kind of beating on my pussy that I’d taken on my ass yesterday.

“Please sir, I can’t handle this type of pain. Please, sir.”

I felt like my stomach was doing backflips as he ignored my pleas.

“I’m a real slut. I can take the pain for him. I can’t let pain keep me from being his.”

I just kept repeating this to myself, not sure if it was out loud or silently, as I laid down on my back and sobbed uncontrollably. I spread my legs and opened my cunt for him to abuse with. I closed my eyes as I heard him get his belt.

“Your cheating little cunt is the reason you’re in this situation. If she had behaved, we’d be eating dinner, and you wouldn’t look like a whore. If she were a good cunt that didn’t make you run to any dick that will take her, you wouldn’t be waiting for me to beat you. This little cunt needs to be punished.”

With that said, time slowed down as I heard the belt whistle through the air and slash down, just touching the edge of my right pussy lip. My body curled into a ball at the pain from it, but Paul repositioned me for another swat. The belt came down again, this time just nicking my left pussy lip. I managed to scream quietly this time. The third time that the belt came down on me, he hit me dead-center on the pussy, lighting my entire body on

 fire. I couldn’t imagine a pain worse than this, and though I tried to scream, no sound came out.

I waited for him to reposition me for more, but it seemed as though he was done with the discipline for the night. Even when the initial burn had subsided, my cunt ached all the way into my stomach. I didn’t feel as though I could move, but Paul picked me up and laid me down on the couch. He sat next to me as I tried not to vomit from the pain and ran his hands through my hair, calming me.

“You did well slut. If you continue to do this well, I’ll let you continue to be my slut. Now, just relax and we can eat our Chinese dinner to a movie.”

His hands felt incredible as he soothed the burning fire that ran through me, leaving me with just an ache that would remind me for several days of what would happen if he ever desired to really discipline me again.

Paul put on a movie and ate his food while I only lay on the couch, thankful for his touch. As I slowly drifted off to sleep, his hand guiding me, I dreamt of chains, collars, and sex, so much sex.