Chapter 4 Yes, Master

• Carla
• “Mmmhm” I hear him moan. I know I’m doing it right.
• I try to remember how he was licking my pussy just now.
• With a gentle pull, I spread his shaft and rubbed my tongue through it gently.
• “Mmhm!!!”
• Hearing him moan once more, I did what strippers always brag about and realised late I was too confident.
• I part my lips and take his cock into my mouth.
• As I move my head up and down, his moans feel like music to my ears.
• Using my free hand, I fumble with his balls, while I quicken my pace. His moans are a testament to the good job I’m doing.
• “Aaahhhh”
• I suddenly feel like my throat is going to blow up into pieces. He’s slamming his cock so hard into my mouth that I feel raw pain.
• My cocky smile is now replaced with tears.
• With every thrust, it hurts further. It’s like I have a deep sore in my throat, and he just keeps slamming into my mouth without a care for anything in the world. My head is securely in his grasp, and I can’t move an inch.
• “Ah… Please…”
• I know gagging sounds are coming out, but I still beg.
• I finally shut my eyes when the intensity rather increases, and I wonder what I have done to piss him off.
• He’s hurting me, but he doesn’t care.
• “Fuck!” He moans loudly
• Well, I’m just a stripper, and he will pay for this session, so he has nothing to bother about.
• Finally, I feel something in my mouth, and I know it’s his cum.
• My throat hurts, but I swallow it without the slightest hesitation. The girls usually narrate how the patrons hate it when they spit their cum.
• I finally fall limply onto the floor after he lets go of me. Good thing the woollen carpet is of high quality.
• I lay there, wasted and in pain—my needs unattended. However, little do I know that the night is just getting started.
• “Get up!”
• When I hear his crisp voice, I grab the bed for support. I balance myself and stand weakly before him.
• “When you asked to be fucked, I told you there’s no going back.”
• I remember him saying something like that earlier, but it was at the time he was tongue fucking my pussy.
• “Y…yes, sir,” I respond in a weak voice, pure dread coursing through my veins. I know something about him has changed, but I can’t tell what. He just sounds more scary than before.
• “Good.”
• He then takes a seat and drags me onto his lap. His lips capture my tits, and I moan, but I fear that pain may follow soon.
• “Aaahhhh!”
• He… he just bit my tits. It’s so damn painful.
• Meanwhile, amidst all the torture, my pussy keeps dripping more juice against my wish.
• What is happening to my body?
• When he draws closer to the second tit, I tense up, only to feel another spank on my ass that sends shivers through my body.
• “Sir, please….” I cry out, but he doesn’t listen.
• His fierce and rough ones suddenly captured my lips. He sucks and bites until we taste blood. He doesn’t stop there but bites my lower lip harder.
• When I try to scream, he invades my mouth and explores it in ways I never knew existed.
• I am suddenly lost in thoughts as another spank lands on the same butt cheek. Why is he doing this to me?
• After hitting me, he rubs his hand on it, making me shift uncomfortably in his lap.
• “My lap dance.” He demands emotionlessly, as all semblance of warmth disappears from his face.
• I carefully position myself and start moving my ass, winding and grinding against his erect cock.
• When I finally finish, my gaze is on the door, and I know he will drive me out.
• “Aaaahhh!”
• I moan as his fingers trail my pussy lips once more.
• My lecherous moans fill the room, and I finally realize how slutty I’ve become.
• I just want him to give me my first orgasm. I feel it building up, but before finally experiencing it, he withdraws his fingers.
• Grabbing tightly onto his thigh, I throw my head back in frustration, unsure of what will happen next.
• I know he’s torturing me intentionally, but I can do nothing about it.
• My body is on fire, and I still want him to pop my cherry.
• Suddenly, I feel him trailing his fingers across my spine. Does he want to kill me?
• “Sir…” I call out to him fearfully. I don’t know why he’s deriving pleasure from hurting me.
• “Aahh!!”
• What the fuck am I supposed to feel? This is getting frustrating. One moment there’s pleasure, but the next comes with pain.
• I feel his hands grope my breasts gently, and the feeling is heavenly. His hands are so skillful that I’m getting lost in his touch.
• When he parts my pussy lips, I tense a little, but the punishment already came before I can recover.
• He pinches my tits so hard, all the while finger-fucking me.
• “Little fox…”
• He calls out in a relaxed tone, and I can only respond amidst tears.
• “Yes, sir”
• He kisses my collarbone affectionately, his grip on my tits not lessening, and I convulse from the mix of pain and pleasure.
• ”If I fuck your pussy, it means I own you. I won’t share my bitch with anyone.”
• I feel insulted by his address, but the only thing I do is moan.
• “Mmmhhmmm!”
• “When I fuck you, you must tell me how you feel.”
• He states it once more, and I’m already grinding my ass against his cock.
• “Yes, sir.” I gasp.
• “And you will stop calling me, sir. Call me, Master.” The words don’t register in my mind, as he slides one more finger into my pussy.
• Two fingers are wreaking havoc inside me, yet he only wants me to call him master? I can even kiss his feet if he wants.
• He suddenly stops when my response doesn’t come.
• “Master. Yes, Master.” I respond ingratiatingly, and he chuckles creepily before pushing me off his body.
• He leads me to the bed.
• “Whew! Finally…” I muse
• “Grab the bed.” He commands, and I respond.
• “Yes, Master.”
• As my words fall, he bends me over the tall bed and spreads my legs apart.
• Truth be told, I’m excited about finally having his cock at the entrance of my dripping pussy. Teasing me.
• I bend further, displaying my round ass and wet pussy for my master to have complete access.
• I feel his hands grab each side of my waist, then pull me toward him.
• “Aaaahhhhh!”
• My heart-wrenching scream echoes in the quiet room, and at that moment, I wish my lust did not get the better of me.
• All I see is darkness.
• “Aaaahhh! Master… It hurts… It hurts… Aaaahhhhh…”
• He thrusts into my pussy in a single shove. I have never felt pain this raw.
• “Master, it hurts, please.”
• I feel like my waist is breaking from the impact of his cock slamming into my pussy.
• He keeps ravaging me and moaning until I plop onto the bed without being told.
• “Aaaahhh!”
• Another spank lands on the same ass, and I swear I don’t want to feel that pain again.
• It hurts, and my pussy is on fire as well. I want him to stop, but I can’t say it.
• Another spank lands on that same spot, and I scream in tears,
• “Master, it hurts.”
• It’s the last thing I remember saying.
• When I woke up, it was already dawn.
• Meanwhile, I am not up because I want to.
• I feel my master’s fingers exploring my sore pussy. I want to beg him to stop since I don’t want to experience the pain again, but I can only plead.
• “Master… Please…” I tense up.
• He trails light kisses all over my body, touches me in all the right places, and I finally get lost in his touch.
• My moans fill the room, and I finally enjoy what it feels like to be fucked.
• Despite the throbbing pain in my pussy, I enjoy it, and by the time I have my second orgasm, he declares.
• “Little fox, I can give you both pain and pleasure. I entreat you to choose wisely.”
• I can’t process what he means, but I still respond,
• “Yes, master.”