Thread: What a Girl Wants

Nina moaned deep in her throat like an animal as Paul continued to slam his cock into her, his cock head thrusting deep, sinking in and then pulling out before he plunged again into the soft, wet darkness of the fuck-tunnel he had made of his psychotic little girlfriends throat. She couldnt see the joy he took as he sawed up and down, his cock vanishing down her throat, between her pink stretched out lips. She practically exploded on to his hand when he used her pussy as a casual handle, fingers sinking into her flesh, cruelly stimulating her tender, nerve packed clitoris. For once, she truly felt like a slave, like Pauls fuck toy. It was an incredible, painful, erotic rush and she had no desire to end it. When she finally felt Paul pulsing his orgasm into her throat, then pulling out so that his cock head filled her mouth once more, she nearly chocked as her mouth filled with is ejaculate, white strands staining her lips and chin, before he plunged in again. The sounds he had made as he shook the bed were dim behind the plugs and she could see nothing as he pulled away. Frantically, her face turned blindly seeking him. She could not know he was reading a text, gaining instructions on what to do next. If she had known, would she care? Paul stood there above her with a dirty little smile. He almost felt guilty about this, but her incessant whining to be a sex-slave had gotten to him. He wanted steady sex. But he also wanted a girlfriend who just liked hard, dirty sex. Pulling out his cell phone, he put it into camera mode. Then, taking one of the earplugs out of her ear, he said in a firm, commanding voice. Im giving you a chance Nina. This is your choice. If you can make yourself cum right now, you will be made into a genuine sex-slave, no more choices for you. But if you dont come, then youre just a dirty little game playing whore. Nina whimpered at his words, looking very young. He reached down and undid her hand cuffs. Her wrists looked bruised where she had pulled against the cuffs unconsciously for something, not escape certainly. Suddenly Pauls voice took on a different note. It was almost caring. Nina if you dont want to be a slave, a real slave, then stop now. He shook his head as her slender hand moved between her thighs. He had backed away and she was alone on the bed, her hand moving in small circles around her pussy. Her face looked almost ecstatic as if this was a religious experience. And in a way, for her it was. She was imagining a rough barbarian grabbing her, raping her. He would weld a metal collar around her neck perhaps she would be a Viking slave girl. Shes visibly getting excited as Paul watches, her hips rocking against her hand. She imagines being turned over, maybe fucked in the ass. It was her least favorite form of sex, but she had always loved it when a boyfriend turned her over and took her anally. It made the fantasy so much easier. Nina is visibly sweating now, her breath coming out faster as her hands enter the pussy, her legs gaping open wide, looking like an obscene cheerleader with her long, golden hair laying spread out on the pillow, a ring gag causing drool to run down the side of her mouth. Shes damp and moist and she begins to tease her little bruised clitoris imagining that Pauls words were real. Im a slave if I come, she thought. Make it real in my mind. She imagined that Paul actually had the balls to enslave her, take her to some cabin and tease her into submission, tying her up and fucking her regularly. She had forgotten her stupid barbarian slave girl fantasy in favor of making Paul the kind of man who would enslave a girl. As her hand touched her clit hood and then encircled it experimentally, her hips jerked in a sudden reaction. She trapped her clitoris between her index and middle fingers and began to roll it back and forth, letting out sharp little gasps as her breath comes even faster now. Its building inside her, she feels it and then her face turns red and her body jerks spasmodically. A smile of pride came into her face. Would he make her a slave now? Her tongue pushed against the gag, she wanted to talk to him, say something. But his firm hand took hold and soon he was cuffing her to the bed. This time he also cuffed her ankles to separate bed posts. Just put before he put her earplug back in, Paul told her in a quiet voice. Nod your head if you want to be a slave, a fuck-toy, if I can do anything I want to you? Without hesitation her small heart shaped face nodded up and down. What a whore, he thought before planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then silence.