Sima Embraces Shame Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Sima Embraces Shame Ch. 03 by portmann2222,portmann2222
Sima begins training. Tales of the Maid begin.

The next day, while she was at work, Lee bought Sima a saucy little French Maid uniform. He got the whole nine yards: the heeled sandals, black hose and garter, short skirt, apron, sheer pleated blouse, elbow length satin gloves, choker, sequined cap and black velvet serving tray with silver wire edging. When she came by the next evening, he presented it to her. He led her to the bedroom where she saw it laid out on the bed. As she stood looking he said, “This stays in the drawer right by the entry. From now on, whenever you come over I want you to strip at the door, fold up your clothes neatly, put on your uniform and pose for inspection.” Sima looked at Lee, trying to judge whether this was some kind of joke, or if he was serious. It didn’t take but a moment to realize he meant every word. She took a quick breath.

“Okay” said Sima looking at the ensemble with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

“Mmm, no Sima.” Lee put a hand at the back of her neck. “Bend forward and put your hands on the bed.” Sima hesitated a moment and he started pressing firmly at the back of her neck. Slowly she bent her knees and started leaning forward. “No Sima, from the waist. Lean forward from the waist and put your hands on the bed.” Sima stood strait and then awkwardly did as he’d directed. She felt her thighs and calves stretching and more critically, her short skirt rode up enough to reveal the rounded bottoms of her ass cheeks. She got the point.

Lee stood behind Sima savoring her compliance and her taut muscles; the framing of her cunt squeezed between her thighs. She’d worn no underwear. This was good. This was progress. He lifted her skirt and folded it onto the small of her back. Now her bare ass was completely uncovered. He slapped her bottom three times, hard, rapid, making Sima gasp even though she’d anticipated the spanking. Then he let his fingers slide along the lip of her wet pussy lips and smiled. This was going to be fun, he thought.

‘Sima, do you see how, when you say ‘okay,’ you see how that implies that it’s ‘alright’ with you to do what I’m telling you to do? You see how the ‘okay’ basically says you have the option to disagree with what I’ve told you to do? Right?” He let his fingers venture a little deeper into her slit, felt her shiver at the invasion.

“So, that’s not the head space I want from you, slut. The proper response when I tell you to do something is, ‘Yes, Sir.’ Is that clear?” Sima looked back over her shoulder, a little shocked by his instruction. Lee looked at her, displeased with the reticence written in her face. “Sima, I can see you’re not quite with the program yet, so let me put it in terms you’ll feel comfortable with.” Lee paused a moment, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about what to say.

“Right. Okay.” He slapped Sima’s ass to get her attention out of her cunt and focused on his words again. “Sima, just respond to any order I give you as though …well, let’s see … just pretend you’re squatting on that cock in that urinal again. You’ve got that load of cum dripping out of your cunt and two more were dripping off your face. You had the third dude’s cock in your hand and he told you to put it in your mouth. Remember how you put your mouth right onto his cock? You remember that moment?” Sima certainly did remember that moment. Goose flesh ran down her spine, followed by a flush of heat from her arousal.

“Uh, yes Sir, I do.”

“Great! Remember that moment now, how you didn’t hesitate even an instant. He told you he wanted that thing in your mouth and you just put your mouth onto that cock. Sima, when I tell you to do something, anything, I want to feel you being that kind of eager to please me.”

Sima hung her head and breathed out slowly as her cheeks flamed bright red. The floor fell out from beneath her belly. “God, he really was there!” Sima remembered with crystal clarity the events he’d just described. Shame flooded her at the vivid memory of her utter compliance when the guy had gruffly ordered her to start sucking his dick. And clearly, Lee had seen her instant and eager compliance. His reference to that moment was devastating: what wouldn’t she do to experience that kind of shameful use?

Lee started spanking her ass again and Sima was clenching her butt cheeks to help manage the stinging pain. She was still feeling very guilty about the bathroom sex and had been nervous all day about how it would go this evening. This was the first time she’d seen him again after that night, after her punishment and she didn’t want to do anything to upset him. She liked the uniform idea, actually, and had been looking forward to an evening of being the naughty maid. But this was the second time he’d told her to call him ‘Sir’ and she wasn’t sure where this was going. And now he was punishing her again. Part of her wanted to protest, but again, she didn’t want to get him upset and … dammit, the spanking; his dominant manner … it was all making her really wet again. “What the hell?” she thought. “Just make it part of the French Maid thingy: the Master of the House disciplining the help.” Lee paused after ten strokes.

“Does that resonate, slut? Do you get the response I’m looking for from now on, when I tell you to do something?” Sima shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to reduce the burning from her whipping. She whimpered slightly as her pussy lips slid freely past each other. Her juices were leaking from her fuck hole and her clit was swollen and sensitive. Oh yeah, the whole scene resonated for her! It was weird but she couldn’t deny how aroused she was feeling being bent over by him, exposed and punished, being trained to be his … Sima couldn’t finish the thought. She didn’t know what Lee wanted her to be – other than compliant.

“Yes, Sir, I apologize. I understand your order and in the future, I will do my best to comply so that you won’t need to punish me.” Sima stayed bent over the bed, waiting.

He hit her again. “Well that’s a start. What did Machiavelli say? “Tis better to be feared, me Lord, than loved.” Sima, you need to understand that I punish behavior that displeases me. Like saying ‘okay’ instead of ‘Yes, Sir!’ Punishments will be part of being with me. If that’s not alright with you, then you should walk out the door right now. But regardless of your choice, please understand that I’d rather you show eagerness because you want me to be pleased with you and not simply so I won’t punish you.” All the while, Lee was stroking her red cheeks, the heat of her whipped flesh making his dick stir. He felt Sima relax under his caresses and felt hopeful. “Anyway Sima, if you’re going to stay, put on the uniform.” Sima didn’t hesitate.

“Yes, Sir!” She knew she needed time to think things through but she wasn’t ready to leave, even if she didn’t know if she’d come back. Lee had asked if all this ‘resonated.’ She had to admit that it did, in ways she didn’t really understand but that she clearly couldn’t deny.

Lee left the bedroom and sat in his comfy chair in the living room, rubbing his stiff cock while he waited for Sima to come out. When she did, he was happy to see she was in the uniform, and not simply getting ready to leave. He held up a hand and, finger twirling in the universal sign, had her pirouette. He scowled. “It’s too much. Ditch the blouse and skirt and try again.” She went back into the bedroom and then reappeared. Lee stood and walked around her this time, touching her lightly along her spine, just beneath her nipples; ran nails down the middle of her taut belly to her navel. He skipped past the apron tie, lifted the skimpy square of black fabric and lace and continued a path to just above her clitoral hood. He saw her belly clench, heard her hiss. Goose flesh erupted all over her body and he smiled.

“That will do, Sima. Wear just that from now on, but keep the two other pieces available. Now, I want you to go fetch me a gin and tonic with lots of ice. But let’s have it served on your little silver tray.” It was then that Sima paid closer attention the device. The tray had two sets of ties. Where the edge rested against her torso, there were Velcro straps that wrapped around her waist. At the front of the tray two chains were attached. The chains ended in a set of clover clamps. Lee secured the Velcro tabs quickly. Then he came around to her front and gently brought both clamps up to her nipples. He looked in her eyes a brief moment, waiting to see if she would rebel. Sima eyes widened as he pulled the chains taught and she hissed as he set both clamps to her nipples simultaneously. He stepped back to assess his handy work.

“Oh, that is so fetching, slut. I really like the look of that. Now, go fetch me the drink.”

Sima was trying hard to simply ignore the pain. She wasn’t quite winning yet, but she didn’t wait for victory. She turned, wincing, and headed for the kitchen, thinking about his desire to see eagerness, to feel her wanting his pleasure. She hurried into the kitchen. She sublimated the pain from her nipples by focusing on mixing the drink. She groaned slightly. She’d got on top of the pain in her nipples but setting the drink on the tray set off a fresh round of tight pinching pain. She breathed rapidly, fighting the urge to rub her nipples, fearful she’d end up ripping the clamps off if she put her hands near them. When she finally managed to get back on top of the burning pinch, she carefully walked to Lee with the drink balanced on the felted tray. By the time she got there, seeing his pleased expression, she was almost able to forget the weight of the tall glass pulling on her nipples.

Lee didn’t dawdle. There would be time to dawdle in the future he thought, amused. He removed the drink quickly and took a sip.

“Very good, Sima, but one more lime twist in the future, well squeezed. And always rub a bit of the lime on the rim and then onto your nipples, too. Like this.” Lee fished the little green wedge out of the icy drink. Sima moved close to the side of the chair and bent her knees, trying to give him better access to her nipples. Lee took the wedge and smeared it firmly all over her erect buds and the pink areoles. Already firm, Sima’s nipples turned white and rock hard and aching when the cold citrus juice hit them. She shivered very lightly as he worked the wedges all over them.

When he was done, he plopped the green wedge back in his drink and lifted it from the tray. Lee reached up and caught one of the clamps and used it to pull her toward him. Sima bent forward – at the waist Lee noticed, quirking his lips. It was a little awkward, but her breasts were full and pointed and he managed to suckle each nipple around the clamps, appreciating how the slightly musky oils expressed by her breast tissues blended with, and mellowed the tart hit of the lime and alcohol.

“Mmmm, yes, just like that in the future, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Sima stood, belly tight from the stimulation of her nipples and waited for more instruction. The icy/hot of the limes and then Lee’s warm tongue had juices of an entirely different type oozing between her thighs. Lee noticed her squirm a bit. “Oh, and Sima, always stand at attention with fingers laced behind your back and your thighs spread wide enough that you can’t stand there rubbing your pussy lips together.”

Sima flushed, embarrassed to have been so obvious, aroused to be put so much on display, her pussy made so explicitly available. She widened her stance, linked her fingers loosely. Her shoulders swiveled back; her breasts thrust forward proud and firm, nipples still glistening from the moisture of his saliva.

“No, no, no! Not like some bowlegged cowgirl. Christ, you look like you’ve just been fucked by the whole bunk house. No Sima, not like the slut we already know you are. Try for some subtlety, slut! Merely the hint of an invitation. Enough to see daylight; to let the warm spice waft up, not the juice spill out. Not so wide that the maid could ever be accused of trying to seduce the Master of the House. No, never! Just wide enough though, that the flat of his hand can always slide unbidden between her cunt lips … like this.”

Sima moaned as Lee’s rigid fingers slid deftly between her parting lips. He sawed back and forth slowly a few times, his fingers grown slippery, coated with her juices. Sima struggled to stay upright; to remain in place; in form; knees bent slightly, not locked, not sagging. She struggled most however to keep from throwing her thighs wide open, hoping he might force those slick fingers clear up her cunt.

“That’s good, Sima. Like you don’t dare to acknowledge the liberties being taken, because a good girl of virtue would of course then be compelled to quit her position at the Manse. She knows that could cause her descent into a truly mean condition. Better to be used occasionally by one clean, generous and not so demanding Master, than be forced to prostitute herself to base hordes in back alleys or in some filthy whorehouse.”

Lee knew of course, that Sima would probably prefer the latter fate. He’d watched her nostrils flare while describing “that fate worse than death,” saw the flush spread across her chest and the slight quivering in her thighs. He continued to oh-so-slowly slide fingers through her slit, starting high now, making the lightest of contact with her hooded clit, then cutting a deft semi-circle through the cleft, ending the run with fingertips grazing her anus. Lee continued talking, spinning his tale in the dim light of the living room. Sima stood beside him listening, worse than naked, tingling, barely breathing, eyes vacant.

“But the maid had misjudged her Master,” Lee continued. “He had tastes less simple than she’d assumed. He took his pleasure of her liberally. And though she feigned always to be unaware of his liberties, as though the pretense could wash away the shame she felt at his use, He showed no hesitation whatsoever. He took her with complete confidence of her assent, with no slightest hint of shame or dissembling. The entire household knew; many even witnessed him having her, since he took her in every room of the house at one time or another and cared not who might witness him rodding her cunt with his ample prick. Nor could they fail to hear his moans of pleasure as his seed jetted into her young tight cunt. Nothing was ever said. But she knew that all the other house staff were aware she was his household slut, had watched more than once as she was rutted by the Master. To her shame, the maid found herself becoming eager for his constant liberties and she couldn’t deny that she’d begun responding to her abuse with sounds of undeniable passion.

Then one day the Master bid that she bring with her a flask of his favored drink, with cup, and had her follow him to the stables. He sat in the heavy leather chair found there, so that squires could assist in putting on and pulling off his stiff riding boots. His hand found its way to his favored position, four fingers deep into her cunny. Despite the invasion, the maid complied when ordered by him to pour his drink. As she poured though, she heard a noise. She finished the pour and looked up to where her Master’s eyes had traveled.

The Head Groomsman had entered with one of the younger squires, both walking almost silently on the rotted hay and dung littering the stable floor. She looked curiously back to her Master; saw him nod slightly at the two men and her womb grew tight. No! He wouldn’t! They wouldn’t! They couldn’t do this!

But they did. The Master’s hand shot up into her deeply, pinning her in place so that she danced on tip toe. She looked from down to his face and found nothing there but eager determination, deep lust and utter confidence. She dared not refuse her disgrace. She looked back at the groomsmen. The Head Groomsman was devastatingly handsome, thick chestnut hair graying at the temples, early 50’s, deep chested from a life spent breaking, and training horses, mucking stalls and bruiting about enormous bundles of hay and fodder. It was also he, she thought, her womb lurching, who choreographed studding of the mares.

Just yesterday, she’d been helping the Laundress gather in the dry bedding from the clothes line before a freak rainstorm could ruin it. And she’d stood in awe, looking toward the corral, witnessing a stallion mounting a mare in her heat. The stallion had reared up, his massive organ stiff and swaying, spearing blindly to find the mare’s cleft. The Groomsman had sidled up so as not to spook the animals and had deftly reached between them and guided the stallions monstrously thick and throbbing meat home. She watched spellbound as the stallion’s flanks rippled and quivered, driving his hips in an unnatural but utterly primal angle, surging his massive balls clear to the mare’s hindquarters, embedding his huge slug of flesh deep in her puss. The maid was flustered. “The power” she thought, as the stallion rested his chest on the mare’s broad back, using his purchase to drive his massive hips again and again against the unresisting mare. “So much meat sliding in and out. So thick … ” His massive head was thrown back, eyes showing whites, teeth flashing as he drained his seed into the mare’s heat.

After a time, she knew not how long, the stallion ceased the titanic thrusting of his obscenely large sex into the mare’s cunt. As he dismounted, the maid watched transfixed at his thick organ seemed to slither endlessly from the mare’s recesses. Though it took no more than part of a second for the stallion to withdraw, it seemed an endless spectacle of obscene carnality to the maid until finally, it fell free, its full girth exposed, swinging pendulous beneath his flanks, wet and glistening. A gout of thin milky fluid spewed from the mares cleft, reminding the maid unavoidably of the gobs of semen that so often oozed from between her own thighs after being rutted by the Master. She shivered at what she’d witnessed; felt an ache in her womb and a throbbing in her clit.

She tore away her gaze only to lock eyes with the Master Groomsman, whom she realized with a shock, had been watching her closely. His eyes raked her taut young body in its fitted uniform, a knowing grin etched on his face. Like he knew her soul, knew its carnal stain. For the maid knew she’d been unguarded and her soul’s sin had shone itself clearly. Her lips were parted, her face flushed and her hands were gripping her skirt hard at the delta of her mons. She was wet from the rutting she’d witnessed and he knew it.

Sima moaned. Somewhere around the time the stallion had “plunged his monstrous throbbing prick” into the mare, Lee had speared her cunt with four of his fingers. But she was spellbound by his story. Hovering on the edge of a massive orgasm, she’d adjusted her body only slightly, dutifully trying to imitate the maid of the story by acquiescing to her violation without really acknowledging that a hand was now thrust up her cunt.

But Lee had stopped the tale and now Sima was on the verge of an intense release. She felt it welling in her belly, pulsing and rippling out of her core.

“Don’t slut!” Lee’s hand withdrew from her cunt in the blink of an eye. Sima stumbled. Unconsciously, she’d been bearing down on Lee’s invading digits. Though her legs were barely flexed, all her energy had focused on the hardness penetrating her core, embracing its invasion; willing it to sink deeper into her cunt. When he withdrew she gasped and stumbled, feeling a terrible emptiness.

“That’s a good girl, Sima, because I have other plans for you at the moment. We’ll revisit the Maid and Master at another time, but now my sweet little slut-maid I have your first cleaning assignment. I want you to transfer all the stale urine and dried precum coating my dick into your mouth. I think we both know the little bit of extra filth won’t make much difference in that mouth of yours, don’t we? And by the way, the next time, when I send you into a bathroom, I’m going to make you lick up your mess afterward, so think of this as practice.” Sima simply nodded, too overwhelmed with need to speak.

Lee stood, reached behind her neck and gathered her long black hair into his fist and pulled her backward, away from the chair into the middle of the living room.

“Stay right there for a moment, Pet.” He went to the bedroom and returned with a short little whip dangling from his wrist that looked all the world like a serpents split tongue. He stood in front of her, taking in the perfection of the skimpy uniform that hid virtually nothing while accentuating her nearly total exposure. He nodded to himself slightly, glad he’d purchased the uniform and released his belt. He slowly unzipped his pants, pulled the waist down past his hips and let them fall to the floor. “Sima, finish stripping me.” Numbly, Sima sank to her knees, reached slim fingers inside the elastic band of his underwear and drew them down on top of his puddled pants. She looked up and licked her lips, finding herself eye level with the three quarters-stiff slug of his cock. “Stand up slut.” Keeping her eyes on the cock, Sima rose spellbound, her mouth watering as she anticipated sucking on it. “Good girl, slut. Now, how do we bend?”

“From the waist, Sir.”

“Very good. A maid bends from the waist at all times. Now bend slut, and get busy.”

Sima was way down the rabbit hole with the Maid role-play. But as she bent to receive his dick in her mouth, she wondered. Is it role play when you’re wearing a uniform whenever you’re in his house, fetching drinks and bending at the waist when He orders you to start ‘cleaning’? Whatever. She inhaled Lee’s cock to the root, being sure to use lots of spit and tongue on the stiff rod so it would be “cleaned.” It did, in fact, taste of stale urine, a flavor to which she’d long ago become inured, had in fact come to associate with onset of her favorite sex act. And as her spit completely coated the silky flesh of his now hard member, the dried scrim of precum coating portions of his cock rehydrated into a slick salty fluid she happily began attacking.

She was pretty ambivalent about the dominance thing Lee was going into, but her wet pussy told her that complaining about it would just be silly. The more interesting thing she was working out was that she didn’t have to hide from Lee just how much of a cum-slut she was. It was doing weird things to her head that she now had a boyfriend who was treating her pretty much like the guys who’d lined up to fuck her in the bathrooms. It was a disturbing blend of intimacy mixed with the “fuck meat” attitude the random men adopted toward her. I mean, come on! I’m not offended when they treat me like a fuck hole. That’s exactly what I want from them! Sima couldn’t honestly say she was upset when Lee treated her the same way, except he treated her that way essentially all the time. A small voice inside wondered if maybe she ought to care about that. It was weird, for sure, but as Sima choked and slobbered on Lee’s fat meat, she decided to put that voice on pause and see where this all led.

She’d come to suspect that part of why her few relationships hadn’t lasted very long was because, on some level, she actually needed her boyfriends to treat her like a slut and they wouldn’t. They liked fucking her but they’d been sweet about it, respectful. They ‘made love’ to her. But constantly being ‘respected’ had left her feeling like they never got her out of second gear. It wasn’t their fault. How could it be!? She never let on that she craved precisely the opposite of respect from them. At least sometimes, anyway. Most of the time? Maybe all of the time, like Lee seemed to be doing? Because eventually she always ended up getting fucked under a blanket at the beach or squatting in a toilet stall to get what she craved from rank strangers. Because she couldn’t get her beau’s to give her the juice she needed. Maybe Lee’s giving me exactly I deserve. Sima shivered at this unbidden thought.

Anyway, Lee knew about her now and he seemed to have no trouble treating her like a slut. And while his casual contempt for her sexual kinks was turning her on – a lot – it was disconcerting that her most intimate relationship was now serving up a steady, pin-point diet of coarse sexual humiliation and objectification. Sima kept her head bobbing up and down on his rod. As she kept forcing his thick meat down her throat though, she wondered if there could be too much of a good thing.

Lee’s hand rested firmly on the crown of her head. Sima liked it there, a steady reassurance that she was pleasuring his cock the way he wanted her to. She used its pressure to help keep her body steady and to help force his stiff meat past the acute angle at the back of her throat. She felt the dull helmet head of his cut prick bumping at her tonsils, pushing past the curve where it left her mouth and entered her actual throat. Occasionally she choked a bit and, though she had no fear of vomiting the gagging released a lot of thick saliva that she drooled all over his nut sack and thighs. Well, he wanted clean, right?

Suddenly the crack of her ass burned terribly. A thin line of viciously intense fire seared the delicate flesh along her inner butt cheeks and on her anus. Lee’s light pressure became a tight grip on the back of her head that kept her mouth seated on his dick when she tried to jerk away from the pain. New streamers of pain raced across her backside. She screamed, but her cry was choked off by the cock thrust down her throat and more and more lines of pain scorched across her anus, an intense burning like she’d never felt before. She realized Lee was flogging her with the thin little whip-like thing he’d had around his wrist. She remembered that the pommel of the thing was long and supple, made of plaited leather strands. Two thick leather straps stretched from the handle, each about an inch wide and just over a foot long that terminated in triangular points.

She tried again to rise off Lee’s dick but he didn’t let her up. He mashed her nose flat against his pubic bone, keeping his cock lodged at its deepest as he whipped her. Her initial shock passed and she quit struggling. The whip landed again and she groaned around the meat seated in her airway. She was prepared now and, as each new ribbon of pain flared, she merely grimaced and sucked harder on his cock.

Once Lee was sure she wouldn’t revolt, he let Sima come up for air. As he’d hoped, she gasped but then went down on him again, accepting the whipping. “Yeah,” he thought, “stone submissive!” Then he spoke softly to her, sharing his appreciation of her surrender. “Good girl, Sima. I’m very pleased that you went down on me again. As a reward, I want you to reach between your legs and finger your slut-cunt while I keep whipping you. I think you’ll actually find that the pain will enhance your pleasure. I hope so. I know that making you suffer is certainly enhancing mine!”

Sima realized that on some level, she’d known this escalation of sex-pain had been coming. I mean, what the hell did I think he was going to do with that whip? She felt safe, didn’t feel she was in danger. The pain was tolerable, like the spankings and the belt punishments. Now, it was true that pain soothed the dark residue she felt after slutting herself out to strangers. She needed that pain, even welcomed it. But somehow this pain was also making her wet, was sending shivers through her womb even though she wasn’t being punished. What the fuck’s up with that?

Sima did as he ordered, even as more pain etched its way across her anus and butt cheeks. She plunged fingers into her drenched slit, coating them with her natural lubricant. She knew this was happening because Lee got off whipping her. Hell, he’d just told her as much! Something about knowing her suffering aroused him … Fuck! It aroused her! Just like it aroused her to feel his stiff cock choking her throat or splitting open her ass hole. She eased her fingers out of her pussy, slid them between the thin flaps of her inner lips until she reached her clit. She eased back the clit hood and felt her engorged pleasure button pop free. Holding the lips aside she captured her stiff little bud and started squeezing. She sighed inwardly as waves of pleasure gripped her womb, squeezed the swollen bud harder and began pulling it away from her puss.

In a steady rhythm, Lee kept the whip landing on her anal cleft. The pain was still sharp and stingy, but just like when he’d spanked her the night before, the pain began to feel slightly more dull than stingy. Except when it hit her anus. That delicious bit of sharp sting was blending nicely with the dull pressure of the other strikes and all of it seemed to be connecting directly to her womb and clit that were now throbbing. With shock, Sima realized she was about to cum! She felt it boiling, gathering intensity. She took Lee’s cock even deeper down her throat. The pain and arousal were making her hungry for his release. She wanted to feel him cumming into her throat; knew when he did that her own orgasm would join with his in shattering strength. She pumped her head furiously, raising up to suck the very tip of his dick where she knew his cum would soon come jetting out, then plunging her head down, engulfing his entire organ in one long plunge after another, like a piston heading for the red line.

“Ah you fucking slut! You suck cock like you’re starved! It’s no wonder you could suck off three guys and hardly be gone long enough for your old boyfriends to notice.” Sima’s face burned with shame at Lee’s crass observation, even as she felt pride that Lee had just praised her oral skills. Both of Lee’s hands were gripping her head now, pushing her onto his prick harder and harder, just like he gripped her hips when he fucked her doggy style. She felt him start to swell and she rubbed her slit like a fiend, willing him to explode into her mouth. Thick mucus flooded from her cunt hole; covered her fingers. She kept attacking her slit furiously, churning her juices to a milk-white froth that clung thickly along the opening of her now gaping hole.

“Ah, Ahh, Arrgggghh” She felt the underside of Lee’s cock pulse and thick jets of hot slimy cum splattered against the back of her throat. She ran the tip of her tongue up the underside of his meat, pushing the waves of milky fluid out his tip onto the back of her tongue. More and more of the thick goo flooded her mouth and she swallowed convulsively, savoring the feel of it sliding down her throat on its way to her stomach. God how she loved sucking cum out of a dick!

Then her own need crested, overflowed and poured out from the depths of her womb. Her knees went weak and she sagged. She threw her arms around Lee’s hips, gripped his ass cheeks desperately so his dick wouldn’t slip from her mouth. The climax rode her like a hurricane. Screams of pleasure tore from her lungs, colliding with his meat and the thick milk filling her mouth. Frothy bubbles of mingled saliva and cum gushed out, the obscene mixture dribbling from the corners of her lips into the hairs of his crotch.

Lee’s right! Cum is food to me! Sima groaned. Her sphincter contracting in rhythm with the ones squeezing her cunt. She felt the welts put there by Lee’s whip; felt them burning across her ass cheeks; amplifying the sexual throbbing in her belly. She was nearly in tears as she struggled with the brutal order of her new life and knowing that being whipped was making her cum really hard! And especially that being whipped by Lee was beginning to feel normal. Just something more the slut will do to get off, the slut he knows I am now; the slut choking on cock in a fucking bathroom, hungry for it, needing it so bad she tried to squeeze in a little skull-fucking between dances at the club. Then she simply quit thinking at all and rode the gale shredding her mind.