Dominating Charlene

I let out a scream, it really hurt, but felt also fantastic. I loved all 9 inches of his lovely dick. Then I felt his finger move over my asshole, wet from my juices. I braced my body as it slowly forced itself into me, my asshole gripping it tightly as it sank into my asshole. I could feel the build up in my body and I wasn’t sure if I should be feeling this good for my friends dad. What if someone found out? What would I say? After pumping me for about 10 minutes, I felt his cock twitch a little. He removed it straight away and also removed his finger from my ass. Then with one hard pump his dick was in my ass. I screamed in pain and pleasure. This felt so lovely.

Then “Slap! Slap”.

“OUCHHHHHHHHHH stop that sir please, it hurts”.

"Your my slut, little girl, shut up and do what I say, I will stop when you have come". His hand reached around to rub my clit.

I was so close to coming and he knew this. He reached forward and ripped the clothespins off my nipples. With the pain and warmth running through my body, I began to come, screaming, shuddering, exploding all over his fingers in my pussy. Meanwhile he is still slapping my ass with his free hand. "SIR I'M, I'M, cominggggggg," I screamed.

He flipped me over and started slamming my pussy and biting my nipples. “You’re such a slut, now make me cum you slut.”

I clenched my pussy around his cock, he jerked a little and exploded inside my warm pussy. His body slumped on mine as we both lay, spent from the fucking.

I was left tied up until morning. He pinched, slapped, flogged and fucked me all night long. By morning I was so sore.

He untied me and said, "don’t put clothes on again until we are home. You’re mine for the week and you will be in so much pain when you get home, but all you will want is me, me looking after you and me pleasuring you. Now go and clean up, I want a clean pussy to fuck over again”.

For the week I was with Michael I serviced him, and learned to be a good sub. I began to enjoy the pain so much, that I ended up becoming a real brat, by doing things to annoy him, so he would punish me, and that he did and I enjoyed every second of it. Still to this day, Michael and I take off on the boat occasionally and no one suspects anything, they just think he is Amy's dad and we get on well together. But truthfully, I am poked, pinched, slapped, over and over again, not only by him, but sometimes his brother. Let me tell you about that.

Sam, Michael’s brother is incredibly handsome and at that time only 28. He is a lawyer, single, and funny. I met him once at Michael’s house for dinner and we hit it off. I think Michael knew this, as only a week later, Michael rang me asking me to come over for the night. When I got their Sam was there. I wasn’t bothered, but delighted. Michael poured me vodka, not even having to ask me what I wanted. He just knew, or was it more that I just accepted what he prepared for me. Sam and Michael had bourbon. We all sat in the lounge on the blue leather lounges, the conversation was semi-boring to me. Forgetting my place in Michael’s life, I got up to turn some music on. I walked to the stereo system and proceeded to look through the CD collection.

Next I felt the male touch on my hips and warm breathing in my ear, then I hear the faint but words, "what are we goin to fuck to Charlene?”

Assuming it was Michael, I softly said "anything you like sir" and turned my head to see Sam’s face nuzzled into my neck. I immediately pulled away, not knowing how to handle the situation

I heard Michael voice "Little girl, answer my brother".

I replied, "I'm not sure sir". Sam leaned past me and chose a CD and placed it in the stereo.

Still I have no idea who it was, it was some sort of classical music. I went and sat next to Michael. I was keen, very keen for this to happen, though I needed to act innocent and unwilling. But it was something I had once gotten off thinking about when I was by myself. Michael ran his hand up my skirt, I hadn’t worn panties, as Michael didn’t like me wearing them. But I would have if I had known that Sam was going to be there. Michael leaned over and started kissing me. I could see Michael’s cock under his jeans getting very firm. Next I felt another hand underneath my skirt and not even realizing, I was spreading my legs for both hands.

This was happening after Michael and I had been seeing each other for about 4 months and it was second nature for my body to do, as I knew he wanted. I knew this was Sam’s hand, not Michael’s other hand, and it thrilled me.