When Gwyne woke the next morning her body and mind felt absolutely wrecked. She had no idea where she was. She ran a hand over her face as she vaguely recalled going out with Tawnie the night before then... then it all made sense. It had been a while but she must have gotten fucked up and ended up in someone's bed.

When she was younger, it happened all the time. She and Tawnie would go out, get messed up and see where the night took them. More often then not, Gwyne ended up in some rando's bed. She opened her eyes and stretched looking around. The room was super dark and oddly cool but not cold. It must have still been night or was the next night. She hoped she hadn't slept all day.

She was naked and in a big ass bed with black silken sheets as she stretched arching her back, they fell off her breasts and slid down to her stomach. Silk sheets were a first for her. Usually the blankets were all made out of some cotton if there even were blankets. She ran her hand over her face again and sat up realizing she had to pee really bad, her bladder felt like it was gonna explode.

She quickly stumbled out of bed and lights turned on. She froze, thinking the guy she'd slept with last night was there but after a second she realized the light were just automatic, again something she wasn't used to.

"Cool," she said still half asleep.

She stumbled about and found a nearby doorway. She hoped it would lead to a bathroom, and it did, in fact it was the bathroom. If you could call it that, the thing was huge almost like a full room. It had large marble counter tops with two sinks, a large tub, standing shower and as she soon found out, a heated toilet. Once she relieved herself, she washed her hands and looked around a little.

Everything was so neat and tidy, for a moment she wondered if this was some fancy hotel, rather then a some rando's place. She opened the medicine cabinet and saw dozens of pill bottles, this place could have been a fucking pharmacy with as much shit as they had on hand. Oddly none of the bottles had words just colored labels. She scratched her head, thinking this guy had to be rich or something.

Everything was like high end shit you only see at the hardware stores on display or fuck maybe this shit was even better. It had intricate designs and details on everything even the lighting fixtures. She ran her hand over the counter top and then stumbled back out of the bathroom. She didn't want to be caught snooping around, should the dude come strolling in.

She hobbled around in the bedroom, more awake now, she realized it had mirrors all over on the walls and even on the ceiling, when she looked up. This guy must have been a real freak, but it's not like she wasn't. After all she had no clothes and no idea where she was or even who she was with at the moment.

She stepped up to one of the wall mirrors and looked at herself. The mirror must have been magnified because everything appeared larger and was easier to see, in great detail. She could see her makeup had run and been smeared all over her face. Her hair was a total loss, she tried to fix it, but it was clear she needed a shower and a brush to have any hopes of taming it. Most the jewels she glued onto herself last night were gone.

She noticed some bruises on her body from where he'd roughly grabbed her. Her neck was the worst of all, all blotchy from him choking her. It also had red and purple hickie marks. There was also a weird bruise on her shoulder that looked like it could be a bite mark, she vaguely recalled him biting her, a lot of last night was a blur. She turned slightly and her ass looked lit up. It was bright red almost as red as her neck. The skin raw to the touch and she could make out a few full hand prints. She vaguely recalled someone spanking her, fuck even her pussy looked red from behind.

She turned checking her breasts, both her piercings were still there, which was good, she liked these rings. Her nipples were sore to the touch and blotchy but nothing a day or so wouldn't fix. She could see another outline of a hand on her left breast, and a scratch that would take longer to heal. With everything all together, it looked like she'd had a rough and wild night of fucking. She moved her hand to her stomach then and nervously bit her lip, knowing she still needed to check between her legs.

She had to make sure nothing was still in there. She could still recall one time she'd walked around with two condom in her for half a day after a rave. Mind you they weren't from the same guy. It was slutty as fuck, especially since she hadn't even noticed them, until a third guy pointed it out during mid fuck. She shook her head still embarrassed, even now.

She got closer to the mirror and spread the lips of her sex. She could see she'd been through the ringer, her clit was huge probably the biggest it had even been, swollen and red. She spread herself wider and could see her entrance was slightly open, swollen and leaking a decent amount of cum, some of it leaked out dripping onto to the floor.

"Fuck," She hissed.

She realized she hadn't used protection...again. Well at least she didn't need to worry about a condoms now but hoped he was clean. She shrugged, at this point there was not much she could do. She knew she should feel ashamed, she wasn't in her early twenties anymore and was in somewhat of a relationship. She couldn't be fucking rondo's raw. But again what was done was done, for a moment she just stared at herself then smiled. Though her pussy ached it also hummed with a deep satisfaction. It was clear she must have cum more then a few times…so it was all worth it

She closed her lips and then hobbled around some until she found another door. She stepped out of the bedroom and into a hallway, she saw one wall was an entire window. Okay, she was in a skyscraper, wherever she was, it was late afternoon...fuck close to sunset. She could see the top of the skyscrapers and lights beginning to turn on. So she'd slept a good portion of the day.

She pressed herself up against the glass and just took in the view for a moment. It was wild to think some people lived like this and could see this shit everyday. She heard a door and a middle aged woman suddenly walked into the hallway. Gwyne turned and froze, unsure of what to do. She was naked as shit but the woman didn't react to it. When she spoke, Gwyne noticed she looked through her rather then at her, "Can I get you anything miss?"

"Uh...uh, the guy I came here with?"

"Sir is at work, but has asked me to see to your every need, in his absence."

"Oh," she said, "Ah, clothes, a robe, anything to cover up would be nice and a cab."

"Would you like something to eat? A shower perhaps before your departure?"

"I'm good," said Gwyne.

The woman nodded and left the hallway. Gwyne pressed her forehead to the glass window embarrassed. The morning after or in this case late afternoon was always awkward. Sometimes she'd wake up to mom's or roommates, a few times screaming wives but this was a first for staff. It was clear now this guy definitely had some money to him.

She went back into the bedroom and tried to pull one of the silken sheet off to cover up but they seemed to be attached to the bed. The woman knocked on the door before she entered holding a robe and a paper bag. Gwyne quickly took the robe and bag from the woman before she stepped out of the room.

Alone Gwyne put on the robe, it was nice soft and long, definitely high quality. Curious, she looked inside the paper bag and realized it was what was left of last nights outfit. She took her heels out and put them on before going back into the hall. The woman was waiting with a man beside her.

The man was dressed in a nice suit and tie with a driver's hat. The woman gestured to him and said, "This is Mr. Charles, he will take you wherever you'd like to go."

"Right, uh, thanks," said Gwyne.

Mr. Charles turned and she followed him through a series of hallways. They got into a private elevator and it took them to a garage. There were an assortment of luxury vehicles all lined up. She slowed some looking at them for a second until she realized Mr. Charles had opened a door for her on a town car. She got in and he shut her door. Once he was in the driver seat, she gave an address near her place. She never liked giving out her exact address to strangers.

He didn't say a word to her, he simply started the car and began to drive. She sat back and had a feeling he and that woman were used to disposing of their bosses women. After a few minutes, she looked out the window and wondering just how far she was from her neighborhood. She also thought of Tawnie and hoped she was okay. They'd been separated a few times before and she knew she could take care of herself but she always worried when they weren't together, especially after a super crazy party.

She was a little bummed she couldn't remember much from last night. She must not have been at the party long. The guy sort of swept her off her feet, she recalled bits and pieces of it, but was far too hung over to make sense of it all. She perked up when she started to notice some familiar places after twenty minutes or so. She was glad to be getting home.

When the car stopped, she thanked Mr. Charles and apologized for not having any cash to tip him. He said nothing, simply nodding to her. She nodded back, then got out and waved him off but he just sat there, making no attempt to leave. She thought it odd but started to walk away. After a bit she turned around and he was still just sitting there. She kept going, eventually turning down her street. She figured he'd get the idea that he could go sooner or later.

She walked the few blocks to her apartment building and almost wished she'd had him drop her off closer as her body was sore and her heels weren't exactly made for walking long distances. One of her heels almost broke off on the stairs leading up to her apartment but she made it intact. She got her spare key from her hiding spot and went to let herself in, when she heard the TV on.

For a second she got excited hoping it was Corrie but when she got inside it wasn't him. She didn't know who it was but some half naked guy was flipping through channels on her TV. Another guy in nothing but his boxers, was sitting on a counter in her kitchen eating cereal. A third man was naked asleep in her bed...just great, she'd have to change the sheets now before she crashed. She groaned shutting the door and Tawnie popped out from hiding wearing nothing but her cowboy hat and holsters.

"Pow, pow got you!," she said pretending to shoot Gwyne with her toy pistols. She spun them around before holstering them, "Hey girlie, where you been, I brought home some fun, we've been waiting for hours...well had waited?" She let out a laugh.

Gwyne let out a sigh of relief. "You're okay!"

"Of course I am? You're the one that took off."

"Sorry about that," she said putting her bag down on the table.

"So what happened?"

"Well, I had "fun,"" said Gwyne giving her a big smile, "And from the looks of it so did you,"

"Don't you know it," said Tawnie flashing a big smile of her own. "I saved a little for you though,"

Gwyne crossed her arms and looked at Tawnie as she took her guns out and spun them again. She had way too much energy. "Have you even been to sleep yet?"
"No," Tawnie said laughing, "I never sleep on nights like these and you know it!"
"Right, who are your friends?"

"Oh, let me see, let me see, the one eating cereal is Brad or maybe Micheal, no this one's Brad yeah Micheal had to go, and the guy on the couch was Trevor, and the one in your bed is Javier."

"Okay," said Gwyne, "Well I'm gonna take a shower, then when I come back you'll all be gone,"

"Oh poo," said Tawnie, "I thought we could play a little."

"Trust me, I had a time of it already, I'm beat."

"Ooo spill the beans,"

"Later, I promise." She said not wanting to share in front of strangers.

"Right, then boys, let's go to breakfast!"

Tawnie marched to the front door and opened it. Gwyne called out to her, "Clothes Tawnie,"

"Right," she said shutting the door, "Can I burrow something, mine sort of got lost along the way,"

"You and me both," said Gwyne gesturing to her borrowed robe. "Pick out something, from my closet"

"Thanks,"

Gwyne nodded then locked herself in the bathroom. She took a nice long hot shower and cleaned up. When she got out, everyone was thankfully gone. She let out a heavy sigh of relief and was glad to see there was still some cereal and milk left. She sat down on the couch and watched some TV before tidying up a bit. She checked her messages on her answering machine but there were none.

She wondered where Corrie was and what he was doing right now. It would be nice to see him, even with signs of last night. It hadn't been the first time she'd been out with someone while they were together but it had been a while this time. She wondered if she should mention it to him, most people wouldn't but she knew, he would take comfort in knowing she wasn't solely attached to him. Again there relationship was strange and ever so complicated.

As she was cleaning up the kitchen, she looked over her pictures on the fridge. It was mostly Tawnie and family. She didn't have a single picture of Corrie. He didn't want to leave anything behind, if and when he was gone. Still she'd like to have a photo, it would be nice to see him even when he wasn't here.

She changed her bed sheets, threw away a few used condoms and put on some pajamas. Then she started a load of laundry and collapsed on her bed. She looked up at her plastic glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and wondering where her life was headed. Most people her age were making plans for the rest of their lives, good jobs, if not families, spouses, kids. She didn't think she'd end up with any of them in the end. She still wasn't really sure what she wanted or even where she wanted to go at this point. The only thing she was certain of was that she was uncertain of everything.

She felt like a drifter in the wind, clinging to what she could to make some semblance of a life. She knew this couldn't go on like this forever. At some point she needed to find a place, a path to stick to or she'd wake up one day and still be drifting at fifty. It was depressing, of course she always got depressed when she did too many drugs or drank too much. It was like a side effect, to be so high and happy, you had to come down at some point…right. No one could stay happy forever...life was just made up of bursts of joy, sadness, pain, anger...emotions all around.

She yawned then stretched on her bed, deciding to turn in early. It didn't take her long to pass out. She spent the next day in bed, she didn't bother changing out of her pajamas, she was still a little sore but feeling better. Her bruises were more defined now but nothing some make up and a well places scarf couldn't fix, if she had to go out. It wasn't like it hadn't happened before or wouldn't again. As Tawnie would say scraps and bruises were the price you paid for rough and wild sex. She ordered in for dinner and then went to bed early again.

When she got up, she put some make up on and went to work, having a hot chocolate for breakfast. She had a job at a vintage thrift store. She'd worked a few other places over the years but always liked to stay in the immediate area of her neighborhood. She fell in love with it years ago, everything was in walking distance, books stores, restaurants, bars, clubs, thrift shops, the gym, her work and even a clinic.

She'd known the thrift store owner now her boss, Amber since she was a teenager. She helped Gwyne and Tawnie find their first corsets when they were going to a reassurance fair and wanted to look like a princess. At least that was the story they gave Amber. Really, they'd read in a magazine corsets could give a woman sweet ass curves. They'd wore them for a time but ended up waiting for their natural curves to come in, when it was too hard to breath and eat in a corset. Everything worked out in the end, nature hadn't done wrong by either of them.

She'd also hit it off with Amber and visited often after that. In the last few years Amber was getting on in years, her eye site wasn't the best. Gwyne would fill in for her, when she needed a day off and stepped up when she had a fall about two years ago. Since then Gwyne had been pretty much running the store, save for weekends. Amber still like to work and give Gwyne days off.

It wasn't a very fast paced job but paid the bills. She mostly spent all day putting things away, researching items, pricing things, buying things and of course helping the occasional costumer. She still felt a bit off, from the day before and came in wearing sunglasses and a scarf. It was nice out and the store had no AC so she put a chair out and mostly sat outside.

They got maybe five customers, one who wanted to sell some stuff. She took a few

things but at this point the store already had so much to get rid of as is. After work she ran

some errands, paid bills, went shopping at the local market and worked out, doing some yoga.

The next day would have been uneventful but Tawnie had finally recovered, she called around eight that night. She wanted to know what Gwyne had been up to the night of the party. She told her it wasn't anything special, she'd just met some rando, fucked him in an alley, then woke up in his swanky place and left. She didn't really recall too much, only that it had been wild and good.

The only things Tawnie cared about, was how big his dick was, if she'd gotten over Corrie, had fun and of course wanted to do something next weekend. She admitted to having no clue what his dick looked like, was still hopelessly in love with Corrie and had a blast. As for hanging out this weekend… she wasn't sure. Tawnie said there wasn't any crazy parties going on but one of the guys she had hooked up with, knew this club that was suppose to be popping. She spent almost twenty minutes trying to convince her to go.

"Come on, it will be fun,"

"Maybe," said Gwyne letting out a heavy sight, "I don't know, I might have plans,"
"Plans! Right as in Corrie might pop by,"

"He might,"

"Girl you need to make him wait on you for once, be unavailable to him. Then maybe he'd wise up and at least put a name on it."

"I told you it's not like that,"

"Right, right, I've been listening to this BS for what two years,"

"Three," corrected Gwyne.

"Right fuck, go find yourself a man who want's to be with you, with you or at least get out more and explore your possibilities. Ain't nothing gonna happen to you sitting on that stained ass couch getting old."

"I know, I know," said Gwyne. She twirled the phone cord around her finger and let out a heavy sigh "It's complicated Tawnie."

"It's so not," said Tawnie. Gwyne heard a crash on the phone.

"You, okay?"

"Yeah, I got to go," said Tawnie, "I think may house in on fire."
"Again? Unplug the toaster when you're done and don't use a knife to get the toast out,"

"Of course not, I have tongs now," teased Tawnie before hanging up.

Gwyne tried to watch TV for a while but felt restless. She got up and paced around her place for a bit before she went out on the fire escape and had a cigarette. She told herself she was fine with this arrangement but lately...it didn't feel like it. She missed Corrie so much and worried about him while he was gone but there was never gonna be anything more to this.

When he was here, she was sure it was enough but when he was gone, she took in a long drag and let out a big puff of smoke. When he was gone, she didn't know anymore. She wished she could just get over her hangups and enjoy what they had, live for the day as Tawnie said and not twenty years down the line. She was always dwelling on the future and thinking too far out.

She started making o's with her smoke then put out her cigarette and hid the evidence, knowing Corrie didn't like smoking. It wasn't healthy and too much of a fire hazard but just like her, he didn't need to know everything. She turned in early that night and woke up late almost opening the store late.

The day was slow, only two costumers but some guy came in after lunch and tried to sell a bunch of costume jewelry as the real deal. He wanted a lot for it and she told him to get lost. He ended up taking a cut just to get something and she took one of the ring for herself, liking the shade of blue. Amber didn't mind it she took anything, it was one of the perks of the job.

That night she worked out hard, did some, biking, running and rowing before yoga. A guy came up on her and offered to help her "stretch." He put his hands on her and felt her up, she let him but knew it wasn't going anywhere. She never shat where she ate so to speak. Fucking a guy in the neighborhood would only lead to unnecessary drama when it ultimately ended.

Corrie was the first and only guy she'd ever stuck with longer then a few months and even then their relationship wasn't, a relationship it was "complicated." At one point the guy gave her ass a squeeze as he asked for her number. She said she didn't own a phone and walked off. She could tell he was a ticked off but went to help some other woman "lift."

She picked up some food on the way home then watched TV until bed. Tawnie called to ask if they were gonna hang that weekend, she said she was still on the fence. Tawnie took that as a yes and said she'd be by to pick her up. She went to bed late and woke up early to someone knocking on her front door. She looked around hoping Corrie had showed up at some point but he hadn't. She knew it wasn't him at the door. It had taken her forever but she'd finally got him to take a key.

She let out a heavy sigh disappointed he still hadn't popped by but got up and answered the door. She was surprised to see it was the that driver from the other day. Mr. Chuck… no Carl no Charlie...Charles or something. He had a large ass bouquet of gorgeous black roses in an expensive looking vase. Without saying a word, he stepped into her apartment with it. She scrambled to clean off a space on her table so he could set them down. Once he had, he still didn't say anything, he just handed her an envelope and left.

She stood there for a moment, finding it freaky that he knew where she lived. Had he followed her the other day? She didn't expected to see the driver or the guy from the other night ever again. Usually that was how one night stands worked. She opened the envelope and read the card that was inside, "To my genie, for my next wish, dinner tonight, Lazvank, Seven."

She let out a chuckle, slightly recalling how they'd met now. "Right at the bar, let me grant your every wish, smooth mother fucker," She said realizing his reference. She fanned herself with the card, leaned against a support beam and bit her lip, debating if she would go. She didn't have any other plans tonight but she didn't know him at all and only recalled vague bits and pieces of the night they'd shared.

Still it must have been something, she could still feeling the effects of it and admittedly got wet thinking about seeing him again. Maybe this time she could size his dick up so she could tell Tawnie. She knew if Tawnie was here, she'd be blasting her ear, telling her to go, with bells on, especially since he was rich.

She checked her answering machine for messages then swept her apartment for any sign that Corrie had stopped by. Sometimes he'd just take a shower, cook a meal, or drop off some food but he hadn't been here. She sighed and decided to leave things for now. She went back to bed until her alarm went off then got dressed, ate breakfast and went to work.

She found herself thinking of the flowers and invitation off and on throughout the day. In the end she decided, if Corrie was around when she got off work, she'd decline, if not, then she'd at least get a nice meal out of this. She also needed to return the robe she borrow.

When she got home Corrie was again no where to be seen. Usually she didn't fixate this much but it had been a good solid month and she'd checked the news for forest fires, there was nothing. She hadn't checked the obituaries but refused to, maybe if six months had passed with no word but she didn't want to think about that ever happening.

Instead she decided to distract herself with details of the...date? She supposed that was what this was. It was going to be weird meeting up with him sober. She took a shower, then picked out a sexy little black dress. It fit tight and was a bit short but hugged her in all the right places. Before she got dressed, she put the robe in a bag and filled a small clutch purse with lip gloss, compact, tissues and a few condoms. Then she lotioned, powdered and scented herself.

She put on a black strapless bustier that made her boobs pop up and some lacy black underwear. She also added a garter belt with some nice black thigh high nylons and cute little black boots. She got the dress on, did her hair and finally her make up. When she was done she checked herself out in the mirror and thought she looked like a stone cold fox. She spun around in front of her mirror, admired herself from every angle for a good moment. A minute or so later, she heard a knock at the door. It was seven o'clock on the dot.

She grabbed her clutch and the bag with the robe, answering her door. She expected to see the guy but the driver was there. Without a word he leaned forward and took the bag with the rob, then gestured for her to follow. She locked up her place and he lead her to a waiting town car. He got the back door for her and the guy from the other night was inside but on his car phone. She got in and quietly sat down next to him, trying not to interrupt his call. It was so weird seeing him on the phone... in his car. She knew it was possible to have a phone in a car but had only ever seen it in movies.

Mr. Charles, put the bag in the trunk then got in the drivers seat. He took off and she idly looked out the window, wondering where this restaurant was. She suppose she should have done research but she hadn't decided to go until she'd gotten home.

The man continued to talk on the phone but seemed to finally take notice of her. He put

his hand on her leg and slid it up to her inner thigh. After a few seconds he began idly playing with the strap of garter belt, running his finger under it. He pulled it and let it snap against her skin, several times. It felt kind of weird, sitting next to this stranger and having him touch her as if they were more familiar but she supposed you couldn't get more intimate then sex.

She glanced at him, taking him in more. He looked handsome, which was good. She was a little afraid he might not be, she couldn't really recall his face only those ice blue eyes of his. He looked really good tonight in an all black suit with a red tie. He had a few rings on his fingers and his hair was slicked back. Everything looked like it was perfectly in it's place. She didn't know why but she had an urge to tussle his hair and make him messy.

He moved his hand up her inner thigh more and more as he spouted off some numbers on his phone. She watched his intoxicating ice blue eyes linger on her and it became clear he wanted to look under her dress. She smiled wickedly and granted his wish. She slowly lifted the bottom of her dress, scooted the thin fabric up to her middle so he could get a full view of her lacy underwear.

She heard him pause in his conversation as she playfully spread her legs nice and wide. He swallowed and she watched his Adam's apple rise and drop. It was clear he was enticed, he couldn't stand to just watch and pressed the palm of his hand between her legs. He gently rubbed the thin fabric of her underwear over her sex, pawing at her. She began to get wet and could see him tenting in his pants with excitement.

They made eyes contact and he smiled down at her, pleased with her openness. It was strange but there was this air of excitement and mystery around him, this level of unexpectedness like anything could happened tonight. She was worried things would be different now that she wasn't drugged up and drunk but being fully lucid, she only felt that much more aware and aroused.

He ran his hand over her sex a few more times, rubbing the lace up against her, he began to lightly pat her like he was petting her and then unexpectedly, gave her pussy a good hard slap. She let out a lustful cry, jumped then jerking in her seat as a wave of unexpected pleasure tore through her. No one had ever slapped her pussy before. She grew so wet that she started to soak through her panties.

He let out a light chuckle then extended his index finger. He slowly started pushed the thin fabric at her entrance. It sunk inward and he pushed it more and more to the point where the fabric entered her. She jerked a bit at the unexpected sensation, their eyes never left one another as he continued to pushed the fabric up inside her. She could feel her underwear start to slip down as it was being sucked in. It was like she was a black hole. It was weird yet she made no attempt to stop him as it felt good and she got even wetter.

Her underwear slid more and more and she felt it pull from her hips. She pictured him pushing them all the way inside her, stuffing her pussy with them. It was a perverse thought but turned her on. She rubbed her breasts and let out a rather loud moan. He immediately stopped pushing and pulled away from her completely. Nearly turning his back to her, he muffled his phone with his hand and kept speaking.

She covered her mouth embarrassed. She realized the person on the other end of the phone must have heard her. She waited for him to return to her but he didn't, after a bit she adjusted herself, pulling her now drenched underwear out of her crotch and back into position before dropping down her dress. He continued to talk on his phone, the entire way to the restaurant and then some.

The driver parked in an underground parking garage and they sat for nearly ten minutes as he continued to talk on the phone. She began to get bored thinking this was some date. Eventually he hung up his phone and made some notes in a small book he kept in the inner pocket of his suit. When he was don, he put it away then turned his full attention to her.

"Apologies, some last minute details, I needed to see to but I'm all yours for the rest of the night,"

"Okay," she said casually but started getting slightly excited once more.

"Yes," he said, "I have to say, I miss the other nights attire, but this also suites you rather well."

"Thank you," she said. "I like your suit as well."

He gestured to the driver, Mr. Charles got out and got her door. She stepped out and adjusted her dress some more as she looked around curiously. She knew they were under some large skyscraper, one of the taller ones down town. She'd never been inside it but had passed it many times over the years. She wondered if they were just parking here and going to walk to the restaurant or if it was inside the building.

Her date got out and put his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her hip. Mr. Charles returned to the car and they went to an elevator, it would seem this place was inside the building. It was kind of cool, she'd only ever eaten on the ground levels maybe a second floor once or twice. Usually any place high up with a view was out of her price range. He pushed the button to call the elevator and they waited for it to arrive.

She felt his hand slide from her waist to her ass. He took a nice big chunk of her left cheek and gave it a mighty squeeze. The elevator dinged a moment later and opened. It was nice inside, the walls were lined with red fabric and the floor had red carpeting. She entered and he followed. She turned toward the doors as he pushed another button to go up sixty-two floors. Then he moved to stand behind her, instead of beside her. She thought it was odd and turned to face him but he grabbed her arms forcing her to face forward.

He gruffly commanded, "Don't move, less I tell you."

She swallowed vaguely recalling the alleyway….that's right! She recalled him commanding her to be still as he'd roughly fucked her against the wall. Her eyes went glossy as she also recalled the hard slap across the face. She'd nearly forgotten he'd done that. She wasn't too happy about it and probably wouldn't have come on this date if she'd remembered sooner, recalling it had hurt.

She bit her lip and wondered what he was doing. Was he going to do something here and now? Surely not, surely there was a camera in the elevator. She went to look but her eyes nearly popped out of her head as he put his hands on the bottom of her dress and hiked it up to her middle again.

She froze in anticipation as he put his hand on her hips and pulled her back slightly. She felt him grasping hold of the back of her lacy underwear and gather it in the back. Then in one swift motion, he yanked back and up on it, causing the thin fabric to slip between the lips of her sex and pull up on her clit. It was like a reverse wedgey. It hurt but also felt good. He kept pulling up and up. She cried out as it began to sting. He didn't stop and she started to lifted slightly before the thin fabric finally gave way and snapped. It dragged against her privates as he tore it away.

He gave her ass a rather hard smack then and she jerked at the sudden roughness. He put his arms around her from behind and pulled her back into him. He leaned up to her ear and harshly whispered. "If you ever wear fucking underwear around me again, I'll rip them off and shove them up your cunt!"

She gasped, at his vulgar threat, surprised, she thought he'd liked them in the car.

"I-" she went to speak but the elevator stopped and the doors opened. She quickly took hold of her dress and pulled it down. She was afraid someone might see her but she couldn't see anyone, or anything beyond the doors for that matter. There was nothing but darkness. Had they stopped between floors or something? He pushed her forward with his crotch and she let out a yelp afraid she'd fall. However as she stumbled forwards, she stepped onto solid ground.

He pushed her forward until she was completely in the dark room. The doors shut behind her and it was so dark she couldn't see a thing, save for a small light that turned on in the distance. It was creepy as shit! She froze realizing she really should have looked this place up before just going with this guy she barely knew. He could be taking her anywhere but again she really hadn't thought about it.

He grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her along like he had the other night at the party. She stumbled behind him, half scared but also curious as fuck. They moved to the light that turned out to be a lantern. They stopped then and just stood still. She was unsure of what they were doing but then she saw some lights slowly approaching them. As they drew closer, she realized the lights were on a boat. Like floats on fucking water boat!

She pulled back shocked, they were in a building, a sky scraper sixty two floors up. How was there water here? The boat came over to them and he stepped onto it pulling her with him. She stumbled a bit unsteady as she could feel the boat rock in the water. "Is this really a boat?"

"Shh," he said before pulling her to sit on his lap. She could feel his stiffness as he held her steady on top of him. The boat began to move again floating away from the lantern. There was darkness all around them, then a fog. She could see other lights in the distance but didn't know what they were. The boat took them to a to a platform with a table and a lantern lit up. She realized those other lights were tables.

He moved from the boat taking her with him. She could barely see, as she stumbled onto a platform it was made of wood or something, she couldn't be sure. It was so quiet she could hear their footsteps. She clung to him as he guided her to their table. It was nearly surrounded by a big leather booth, He pushed her into the booth so hard that she fell forward onto her hands and knees. Before she could right herself he hiked up her dress up again.

"What are you-" she protested but he quickly covered her mouth with his hand. She heard his zipper as the boat of lights drifted away from them. She felt his member press at her but cheek then find her entrance and plunge into her pussy from behind. He didn't hold back shoving it all the way in. She melted like butter as he filled her up completely once more.

"Fuck…" she mumbled through his hand. "Fuck this cock" Her eyes nearly rolling back in her head.

This was defiantly different sober and it was once again raw, so much for the condoms she brought. She was kind of glad. It felt way too nice to be wrapped. She could feel its heat, feel every pulsating inch of this mighty fucking cock expanding inside her. It felt, fuck… fuck… fuck she could barely think it felt so fucking good. She quivered feeling powerless beneath it.

He let go of her mouth and yanked down the top of her dress. Her dress was now wadded up at her middle. Her breasts popped free from her bustier and were hanging down. He grabbed at them and gave them good hearty squeezes. He pinched the nipples and tugged at her rings tugging on her. She moaned, still trying to get used to his full fucking cock rammed all the way up her pussy.

She could feel the head of his cock pressing up against her cervix. There were many ways a woman could get off...many ways she'd learned over the years. The clit was definitely more commonly known as a pleasure center but for some the cervix itself had its own pleasure centers, and when it came down to it, she was definitely a cervix girl and this fucking cock was knocking at her orgasm door...fuck it was breaking the door down.

She could feel his member twitch as the head bullied her poor cervix. She moaned, it was just soo fucking good. He let go of her tits and grabbed the back of her neck. He roughly slammed her face against the leather seat as he yanked up her hips. She was like a fucking doll, allowing him to position her as he liked. Once he had her where he wanted, he pulled back slightly then dove back in with a powerful bam...right against her cervix.

She choked out a cry as she felt a ripple of pleasure wash over her. She couldn't believe it, there was no way, she was gonna cum this soon. She suddenly recalled this happened last time too...fuck. He pulled back and then dragged her hips to meet him with a smack! She felt that hard, her body reverberated like a drop of water in an ocean and she let out a distressed whimper. She found herself half way between pleasure and pain, consumed by near madness. He jerked back and pounded her pussy down, grinding himself deep into her core.

She cried out against the leather seat, completely losing it, she babbled "Fuck! Fuck! Oh Fuck my pussy, raw!"

She madly squirmed as her pussy began spasming, twitching and pulsing madly with orgasm against his cock, his mighty, mighty fucking cock, buried deep inside her. She clung to it clutched it, riding it as a wave of pleasure consumed her entire being. He simply held still, holding her to him. As her body jerked and twisted he calmly waited for it to calm down. When she'd calmed some, he cockily said to himself "Hmm doggy style, figures"

"What's that?" she said barely aware he'd said something.

She felt a hard smack against her but cheek and then another against the other, "Not another fucking word or I'll stop."

She pursed her lips then, wanting needing more of this, whatever this was that he was doing to her. She'd been with sooo many fucking guys but none had ever set her body off like this. He pulled back and she worried she'd explode again but her body seemed to have wet itself enough to ease the friction some. He was able to get a few good bucks in before she cried out again, pleading and babbling as her pussy wept with such release.

She scrambled and clawed at the seat unable to control herself as he made her orgasm again and then again before she felt him tense up and explode a load inside her. She felt it spray into her and just kept still until he was finished. When he was done, he dismounted and she kept her pussy in the air, her head still pressed against the seat. She could feel as his seed began to seep out of her. It must have been a rather large load. She heard something then, a small click and then saw a flash followed by another and another.

She realized he was taking a picture of her cum filled pussy. That was NOT okay! She snapped out of her euphoria and went to protest but as soon as she began to move, she felt his hand crash down hard between her legs. It landed a direct hit on her pussy and sent a painful yet also oddly euphoric wave through her.

"DON'T FUCKING MOVE! CUNT!" He snarled.

She held still, she heard clicks and saw more flashes, this felt so fucking degrading, he was taking pictures of her privates, to do who knows what with. She felt him touch her, he fingered her opening, roughly spreading it. She heard more clicks and flashes before he finally commented "What a sloppy mess."

She didn't say anything, more flashes, she lost count as his semen slowly escaped her entrance and dripped down her body and onto the leather seats. He unexpectedly smacked her ass and she jerked forward then she felt the booth move as he sat down.

She was silent still holding her pussy in the air with her head down. She could feel him drizzling down her thighs and the air was getting cold."Uh... can I move?"

He didn't respond right away but eventually sighed, "Yes,"

She moved out of the position and went to grab her clutch purse only to realize she left it in the car. "Fuck," she hissed.

She looked for tissues on the table but there were none. She'd just have to leak, she went to fix her dress but he barked, "Leave it.

"Seriously." she said. "I'm totally exposed."

"Leave it" he said again. His tone darker.

She resisted the urge to fix her dress and sat down, putting her hands on the table. They sat in near silence for a minute and then he casually asked "Are you hungry? I know I am, the other night really worked up an apatite."

He was speaking like this was nothing, her sitting here, in the restaurant with her dress scrunch around her middle, his cum dripping onto the seat. She worried she might get in trouble, she bit her lip but supposed it was okay, given the dark atmosphere. She tried not to be a stickler, after all he probably knew the rules here better then she did.

"I ...I could eat," she said calming down.

"Good, I've already ordered, it shouldn't be long,"

When did he order? Before they got here? What did he get? What did this place even serve? "Uh what kind of food do they server here?"

"The kind you eat," he said sounding smart.

"Yeah but what kind?"

"You'll find out soon enough," he snapped.

"Okay," She said letting out a sigh and rolling her eyes. They sat there for a long minute two in silence. She was unsure of what to say. She guessed this was the part where she got to know him. She was kind of curious just who was he? What did he do? I mean usually she didn't care with one night stands but this was now their second time. She wished it wasn't so dark that she could see his face and gauge his reactions as she talked to him. She almost felt like she was talking to a shadow when she asked the most basic of questions."Soooo uh…what's your name?"

He let out a chuckle then said "Dawson, Hazley," Before she could introduce herself he continued surprising her. "And you are Gwyne Ebith Appledin."

"What!" she said shocked "How do you know my full name?"

"You're not the only one with magical powers," he teased.

"Seriously uh, this is all a little weird." she said feeling a bit freaked out. She rarely ever gave anyone her real last name. She usually told people it was Dinemore. She had a doctor with the name when she was a kid. She liked using it to keep the weirdo's from looking up her number or finding out where she lived. It was something she had to correct with Corrie after their first year. He still didn't know her middle name and they'd been together for three.

Fuck Tawnie might not know it and they'd been friends since high school. She couldn't remember ever telling her. She ran her fingers through her hair, she didn't really feel comfortable with him knowing her full name but guessed there was nothing she could do about it now. "Honestly, I...I didn't expect to see again."

"I don't see why," he said "You did say my every wish was your command."

She let out a nervous chuckle, "Uhh, I was joking."

"Hmp," he sounded disappointed, "Pity, I've rather been enjoying this. I like the idea of you doing as I wish."

She suddenly felt his finger tip graze her lower lip. She gasped, she hadn't realized he was THAT fucking close. It was unexpected, she pulled back but he leaned in and grabbed the back of her head. He held her in place as he kissed her lips passionately. Again, he pushing his tongue into her mouth and she almost couldn't breath.

When he pulled from her, she found herself struggling for air. It was so strange how he could take her breath away and make all the thoughts in her head just vanish with a single fucking kiss. It almost felt like she was under some kind of spell with him. His lips were just so soft, he smelt so nice and his mouth had a sweetness to it..like candy...caramel to be exact. "You're a great kisser,"

"I know," he said sounding cocky.

She touched her lips still thinking about it for a few seconds. It was just so different from how Corrie... Corrie... right, for a moment she'd forgotten about him. She never forgot about him, it was unsettling. She wasn't exactly sure where this was going but figured she might as well make things clear. That she was kind of, sort of with someone. Corrie didn't want a relationship but if... if he ever changed his mind someday and did want more, she'd be with him in a heartbeat.

She didn't want to lead this guy...Dawson on. It was weird knowing his name. She wasn't sure if he looked like a Dawson. She wasn't sure what she though his name would be but… something different? She shook her head knowing she was stalling.

"Uh, listen Dawson, I uh, well I want you to know before this goes any well further, I'm with someone, well sort of... I...it's complicated. Like we're together but not really, like I can-"

"Did I stick my dick in your emotional baggage?"

"What," she said pausing.

"Did I stick my dick in your emotional baggage? No! I could give less of a shit. And don't ever say my name. Whore's don't get to use my name."

Whore's...well fuck this guy. She wasn't a fucking whore, she might have it bad for cock but she didn't sell herself. He seemed agitated but so was she. She pulled back and spat "Well sorry, I just thought you should know-,"

"If I want to know something, I will," he snapped.

"Okay, fine." she said. "Whatever."

He was being a fucking dick. Then again she didn't really know him so maybe this was just who he was. She didn't really know what to think at this point. Things had been a bit of a roller coaster so far….really, really, highs with the sex and then lows with the talking, and stuff. Maybe talking wasn't his thing.

She sat there for a few minutes not saying anything and things got quiet, super quiet and awkward. She heard some rustling and then saw a small light. For a moment she could see his face as he lit a cigarette. She realized he must have smelled so nice to mask the smell of smoke and the caramel to masked the taste of cigarettes.

"You got another one of those?" she asked.

He handed her one and she put it in her mouth. He lit it and she took in a drag before slowly letting it out. From a single puff she could tell, it was good quality, much nicer then any she'd ever smoked. It was probably what rich people smoked she thought, they always had access to the best shit. She took another long drag and as she let it out in o's she wondered what he did for a living.

They sat for another few minutes smoking before she finally asked. "So what do you do for a living?"

"You mean why am I so rich?" he said.

"Yeah, I guess" she said. He wasn't afraid to be blunt.

"I solve other people's problems."

She wasn't quiet sure what that meant "Really, care to elaborate?"

"No, that's as good as you're going to get."

"Fair enough," she said. After all they'd only known each other for what a handful of hours at best. She continued to smoke and mulled over what he said, for a minute or so then said. "If you solve other people's problems, who solves your problems?"

"I have no problems," he said.

"Seriously, everybody has problems?"

"I think you'll find there is always an exception to every rule," he said before putting out his cigarette.

She found herself slightly agitated. She was hoping to clear some things up, meeting him again and all but so far all she knew was his name...if that was even his real name. Before she could think of anything else to ask, the boat with lights returned. He moved to it, picking up several trays of food. He placed them on the table and then began to set things up. She found it peculiar that there were no waiters or people other then them "This is a rather strange and empty restaurant."

"I believe the word your looking for is exclusive," he said placing several bowls of food down on the table. "You'll find the more money people have the more they value their privacy."

"I wouldn't know. I've always lived paycheck to paycheck,"
"I'm sure," he said putting down some more bowls.

She didn't know whether to take that as an insult or not. She decided to focus on the food. She looked for a nearby ash tray and put out her cigarette, then glanced at the food. It was still so fucking dark, she could barely make out what it was but it smelled good. He'd went to the boat and got another wooden tray, this one had drinks on it. It looked like he'd ordered them shots and two other drinks. One was dark and in a smaller glass, his. The other was taller and pink, something fruity, hers.

He set her drink down in front of her and she took several sips, it was strong but good. He sat down then picked up two shots, he gave her one then clinked her glass before taking it. She followed suit throwing it back, again strong.

"Fuck," she said as it burned the back of her throat.

She saw him lift up some small cups and put something in the second shots, it looked like it was moving.

"Drink it down, one gulp same as before" he said as he handed one to her.

"Uh, what's in it?" she hesitantly asked.

"Drink," he ordered.

She stared at it for a moment then, shrugged and threw it back. Something defiantly moving went down her throat. It was a weird sensation. She watched him drink his own down then set up the third shots.

She laughed then joked "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"You could do with some loosening up,"

"I could," she said sarcastically thinking he was the one who needed to lighten up.

Again he put something in the shot, this time a powder he got from the inside pocket of his jacket. She realized she could see him better. Ever so subtly the lantern at their table must have brightened. She watched him only put the powder in her shot but didn't question it. If he was trying to be sneaky he wouldn't have done it in front of her...right, no one was that brazen. She took it back and he took his. She felt a little something after that... flushed maybe. She took another sip of her drink to wash the taste of the shots out of her mouth, then looked over the food again.

There were all sorts of little round bowls and square plates. She watched him take up a stick and stab something from the bowl before dipping it on a square plate and stabbing something else before eating it. He handed her a stick of her own. She stabbed into a random round bowl then took a little something off a square plate, some sort of sauce then stabbing something else. It was kind of like shush-kebab's meats and veggies at least she thought they were. She ate it off the stick and it was different but good.

From what she gathered it was a type of seafood. The flavors were all new to her but textures reminded her of fish and shellfish. Some of the sauces were too spicy or tasted really strange so she stuck to mostly eating everything raw. There was one bowl she liked in particular she would stab at what was in it, wrap it around her stick and eat it. The thing look like a giant noodle but tasted of meat. She watched him take some and saw his move, She realized the noodle was alive...like a fat worm or something. She stopped taking from the bowl.

After she'd had a dozen or so bites of food, he took her stick away. Before she could ask why he explained "The night is young, you'll want to save room for other activities."

"Oh," she said.

She found herself curious now, he had other plans...after this. She considered asking but decided to let herself have an adventure. She sipped her drink and did a fourth shot with him she hadn't seen. She was starting to get really relaxed and felt a low grade buzz. She felt kind of warm and free...she was sure something else was in those shots now. Whatever it was she hoped it would be good. It was too late to take it back now.

She watched as he continued to eat until he finished the bowls. Then he stacked them neatly and sat back, in the booth with his drink. She sat back with him snuggling up to him. He didn't push her away or snap at her when she touched him so that was a good sign, the drinks were working on him.

She waited to see what they'd do next but they just sat in silence for a while. The lantern dimmed once more and it got dark. She ran her hands over him and over his crotch wondering if he was ready to go again. She was surprised to find, he was still out. She grasped hold of it and ran her hands along it, he was maybe half cocked and it dipped to one side. She ran her hand up and down his length several more times trying to estimating it's size.

It was too dark now to really take it in. She liked to compare dicks to cucumbers. It was silly but Tawnie and her liked to compare the sizes of cocks they'd had. Tawnie was definitely going to want to know when she found out about this second time. He had some girth to him but wasn't as massive as some she'd had. She smiled and gave it a good squeeze, still estimating. She'd had all sorts by now, long, thin, short, fat, in the end it was how you used it that mattered.

If a dick was too big you couldn't get it all in. Big dicks also liked to just stick it in and expected you to do all the work, some no matter the size clearly had no idea what they were doing. So far, even though they had just met his dick was now her favorite, obviously considering how it hit and could make her cum so easily. She had a feeling it was gonna breaking her records if they kept seeing each other. She'd be lucky to get two to five orgasms per guy before they gave out on her.

There was some guys that could maybe keep it going for an hour or two but only a few would could go most the night and handful that got her in the double digits. Of course she mostly fucked drunk guys and rando's on the fly. A guy like this probably fucked as a hobby the way his staff new what to do with her.

She continued to stroke it, feeling it get hard and grow slightly, she had to re-estimate. He sipped his drink watching her play with him for a bit. When his drink was finished he took an ice cube from the glass and brushed one of her nipples with it. She was feeling hot so it felt good. It perked her up. He'd run the ice and then his mouth over her nipple. He'd take hold of her nipple ring and tugged on it with his tongue. She let out seveal soft moans giving his member another good squeeze. She could feel his teeth as she slightly tweaked her tender flesh before moving on to do the same with the other.

Then he began to draw on her with his another ice cube. Little rings around her nipples that got bigger and bigger...then the sign of infinity, looping in and out around her boobs before moving to her stomach. He held it there letting it melt. The icey water rolled down her stomach and began to drip between her legs. She spread herself letting it wash over her.

When the ice cube was gone. He got another, tracing her nipples again then moving to her middle she thought he'd let it melt but he dragged it down to her pussy mound then sunk it to her clit. She cried out feeling the chill before he dropped it lower and inserted what was left of it up inside her. She took it, feeling it melt. He took a third ice cube, this time he sunk it directly in her, pushing it in deep.

She let out a pleasurable gasp at the sensation. Her pussy swallowed it up and it quickly melted away. She moaned as the water, flowed out of her. She continued to stoke him. He stuck in another cube this one was larger, it melted but not as quickly...her pussy began to feel cold inside. He placed his finger on her skin and retrace the places he'd put the ice, around her nipples down to her stomach up to her pussy mound then between her lips. He stopped on her clit poking it. He pressed down on it like it was a button several times before casually asking "Why haven't you gotten this done?"

"Hmm," she said feeling a big sleepy. "What's that?"
"You're clit, why haven't you gotten it pierced."

"I don't know seemed too painful."

"Would be worth the pain." he said.

How did he know, "Is your cock pierced?" she asked.

"No but then again, I don't get off on pain."
"Uh, I don't either." she said.

He laughed then grasped hold of her clit, he pinch it and twisted it slightly. She jerked as it shot a sharp pain through her, it stung but there was also a throbbing after, "Your mouth says one thing but your body clearly defines another. I bet you're a real masochistic. Give me enough time and I'll bring it out in you. Release you from the burdens of your shame."

"The burdens of my shame," she, sleepily repeated. It sounded so funny. She let out a chuckle. "Trust me buddy, I have no shame. If you knew some of the things I've done."

"If that so, why do you go around pretending?"

"Pretending?" she said confused. She wasn't sure what he meant he didn't even know her. "You don't even know me,"

"I don't need to know you. I know your body,"

"Right." she said chuckling at such a cheesy line. "One night and you know my body."

"Yes," he said softly

He was fucking hilarious. She let out a laugh then began to get playful, she played with his cock like it was a joystick, she shifted it right then left then up and down before he put his hand on top of hers and stopped it. He leaned in close to her and whispered. "Get undressed."

"Uh, I am already undressed," she laughed.

"Your boots, tights, bustier and," he snapped her garter belt hard. It stung against her skin.

"Why?" she asked.

He suddenly grabbed hold of her face and roughly squeezed her cheeks together. "Don't question me! If this is going to continue. You will do as I say, if not you can leave."

His words were so serious, harsh, a total buzz kill. "Uh...I was just curious," she said playfully, "Can't a girl be curious?"

"No," he said squeezing the sides of her face again, it hurt. "Now, I will not ask again! Take off your fucking clothes!" He let go of her then roughly shoved her to the side. She grabbed her face and massaged her jaw. She considered walking out, his mood swings were beginning to weigh on her. But clearly she'd left her better judgment at the door. While she wasn't a fan of him commanding her, she knew she wanted his cock inside her again and with that came a level of "compliance," no doubt.

She shakily stood and began undressing. She removed her bustier, and unclipped her nylons. She stepped out of her boots before rolling down her nylons and finally taking off her garter belt. She noticed he was undressing as well. While she scattered her things about haphazardly, he folded everything nicely, setting it on the table. She assumed they were going to fuck again and sat back down when she was done undressing. She spreading her legs, feeling the food, drink and whatever now. She felt herself getting all hot and bothered. She expected him to come down on her but saw a glimpse of his back in the dark as he moved to the edge of whatever they were on.

"Come" He commanded.

Before she could respond, she heard him getting in the water. Fuck, you can do that? She got up and stumbled after him. She could see the water light up or more as the floor as he stood on it. He offered her his hand and she took it, uncertain of where he was going to lead her. He pulled her to the water and it was warm, perfect actually it felt good as she sunk in deeper and deeper. It went to her shoulders but only hit his mid chest. She hadn't realized how tall he was. He held her arm roughly and began to walk dragging her along behind him. The floor lit up under them as they moved but would go dark after they stepped away.

"This is awesome," she said.

"Not another word." he snapped as he pulled her through the water. They came upon a waterfall and got drenched going under it. On the other side there was a cave and it was like they'd been transported into another world, "Wow!" She said as dozens of luminescent crystals glowed around them, causing the area to have low lighting.

He grabbed the back of her neck and squeezed it hard. "WAS I NOT CLEAR!"

She whimpered but kept her mouth shut. What was his fucking deal?! She gave him a look but he just continued to pull her along even moving her in front of him as they made their way through the mesmerizing cave. Suddenly she could feel jets going off and the water got hotter and hotter as they moved into this little room like area. The water ended in a circular hot tub with a stairscase leading up to a floor. There was like a hotel room. She saw rose pedals going up to a four poster bed and what looked like a fully stocked bar that glowed in unison with the crystals.

Jets of hot water shot at her from every angle now, causing the water to bubble up. It felt good hitting her body all over. She thought they were going to the stairs but he moved them to sit in the hot tub part. He took her around the waist as he sat down on a bench, in the water then pulled her to sit on top of him. He sunk his cock into her and she felt full again. With the water and everything else she knew it wouldn't take her long to cum again but he just held her to him, leaning her back to fall on his chest.

She started to squirm, wanting to fuck, but he didn't move. He just got upset ordering her to sit still. It seemed he just wanted her to sit on his dick in the hot waters. He wrapped his arms around her clutching her breast with each hand. His hands were big but her breasts were bigger, she'd always been too much too handle. She laughed thinking in more ways then one. He threw his head back and for a long moment he just sat there in the water, balls deep in her pussy with his eyes closed. If she moved at all he'd squeeze her boobs so tight she thought he was trying to pop her. He looked strong so she sat and waited for him to finish whatever he was doing.

It felt like some solid time passed, she nearly fell asleep on his ass and then he suddenly stood lifting her up with him, still keeping inside until they got to the stairs. He pulled out and then seemed in a rush all of a sudden, he practically push her up them. She following the trail of rose petals to the bed and found even more rose petals on it. Oddly though, standing over it now, she could see it had no covers or pillows. He pushed her forward and she fell onto it. The bed moved all over and she realized it was a giant water bed.

A fucking water bed, she was suddenly super excited, way more excited then she should be. She nearly said wow again but stopped herself. She rolled about on it playing and making it move. It was like being on a bed of jello. She thought he would join her but he was focused on a wall next to the bed. She'd completely missed it in her sweep of the room but it had all sorts of "gear" on it. She stopped messing around to stare at it. There were whips, chains, harnesses and sex toys galore.

She knew some things but surprisingly there was a lot she didn't recognize. Something caught his eye and he smiled, nodding to himself. She watched him pick out a ball gag. He snapped his fingers for her to come to him. She didn't and continued to just enjoy the motion of the ocean bed.

He snapped his fingers again and gave her a stern look that sent a chills down her spine. She didn't want to know what he'd do, if he had to snap a third time so she sat up, got to her feet and went to him. He put the ball gag in her mouth and tightly secured the strap behind her head. He faced her then with a cocky look on his face "Until you learn to keep quiet…" he said, running a finger across her cheek.

Then he grabbed a thick leather cuff from the wall, taking up her wrist, he put it on her and latched it before grabbing another for the other wrist. Once it was secure he got two more, one for each of her ankles. She let him put them on her, curious to see what he was going to do. He pushed a button and a large square metal frame came up from the floor. He led her over to it. She noticed it had chains in every corner. He secured her arms to the top two corners and her legs to the bottom.

With her bound up he stood in front of her and shoved his middle finger between her legs. He roughly finger fucked her for a second then pulled away chuckling. She started to get really excited thinking things were going to get kinky. She wondering what he was going to do to her like this? What he might use on her? A heat grew in her belly as she felt herself getting really turned on. Like this chained up, she was his captive, his to do with as he pleased. He really could do just about anything and she'd be unable to stop him. She wasn't scared but enthralled by at the idea, thinking they were going to get really rough and wild.

She got so wet she started to drip on the floor. She looked down realizing it had been a while since she'd been this wet. She watched him moved back to the wall of goodies. He walked up and down it with his hands behind his back, examining it closely. She licked her lips in anticipation, hoping it was something new and good. He pulled out a braided leather whip, it was big...thick. It was braided on one end and shaped almost like a club. The other end was frayed with various beads on the end of the frays. He gripped it then wiped it around a bit, he seemed pleased with it but continued to look.

He took up another item then that looked like a... broom because it was a broom. She thought it was weird. It had to be there by accident right? Or a gag? Oooo, maybe he was going to be doing something messy and need to clean up? She laughed at the thought of him sweeping. Again it was so weird that it should be on the wall.

He rolled his shoulders then and stood for a moment with his eyes closed. The whip and broom firmly in hands. He seemed to be centering himself. A long minute or so passed before he opened his eyes and moved to stand before her. He had no expression on his face, his eyes were cold, devoid of emotion. It was like in that moment he'd changed into someone else. She furrowed her brow wondering how he could do that.

"It's time to see where you're at." he said "If you are even worth my time."

Where she was at? If she could speak she would have joked, "Right in front of you." but alas her mouth was gagged. Instead she laughed thinking herself funny. He began to lightly move the whip, playfully lashing out at her breasts as he continued to speak "Tonight we shall find you're threshold, and reveal your true self. Once I know what I am dealing with, I shall begin to set you free."

She raised an eyebrow at him, someone was getting into this. He was going to find her threshold? What threshold and true self? Set her free from what? He had just locked her up. Was he done so soon, again she found herself funny and laughed some more, slobbering on her ball a bit.

He saw she was unfocused and suddenly lifted the whip. He let it down harder thrashing her left breast. It caused her to jerk and her breasts bounced. Those fucking beads hurt but not too much. Again he whipped her hard this time on the right. It felt kind of nice this time, now that she was expecting it. He whipped her stomach and sides and then her pussy. It sent a twang of pain through her.

She jerked about at that and he paused for a moment studying her reaction before moving on. He whipped her legs then walked behind her to whip her from behind. She'd messed around some with this shit before but realized it had been amateurish. She had a feeling this guy knew what he was doing.

He moved wiping her arms from behind, then her back, each but cheek and her legs. She clenched feeling a sting over her entire body and it made her feel hot, almost overheated. He went around again wiping her, starting at her breasts, only he increased the level of his thrashing. When it came time to thrash her pussy he paused. He flipped the whip around and pressed the club end up to her sex. She flinched as he put pressure on it. He looked down at it then her with this sick smile.

She thought he was going to do something to it but he flipping the whip back around, and skipped whipping her pussy after that. Part of her was glad but also a little disappointed. She quickly got over it as he began whipping her harder as he rotated around her body. By the third time round she began to really feel the sting on her skin. She could see visable marks now on her breasts and on her stomach. He got harder and harder and it really did hurt. She jerked against her bonds no longer having fun. She cried out against her ball gag trying to let him know she was done but he didn't let up. Her body began to turn red as she struggled to get free. It hurt...it hurt but it also felt strange….she moaned loudly uncertain of what she was feeling. She gave him a look of distress but it only seem to entice him. He didn't relent, he was cold and emotionless.

Finally when tears began to stream down her cheeks, after he fucking laid down on her left tit and broke the skin, he stopped. He lowered the whip and looked displeased then...disgusted even. "Hmp you are truly pathetic." His voice was low, his eyes dark, "That's all you can handle. You are such a worthless whore! YOU'RE NOTHING! The only value you have is your body and right now it can't take shit." He scoffed then glared at her, no her sex. He sneered down at it.

He raised the broom pointing at it, "It's clear, you value that pussy of yours the most. You think it is important...special even! You let it seep and sob, its filthy juices all over the place...even now it's sopping wet, drooling and dripping all over the floor. It's gluttonous! You don't put it in it's place, you allow it to rule your entire being and gladly offer it up to any cock that will fill it's greedy fuck hole." He paused then and for a moment his agitation wavered, one side of is mouth curved up. "Is that what you are Gwyne? Is that what you want to be?" His eyes lit up with realization. "A GREEDY GAPING FUCK HOLE."

She looked at him confused, the things he was saying were truly vulgar and messed up. Yet she found herself getting turned on. She let out a heavy breathes flaring her nostrils. He licked his lips and smirked. "Yes…yes...I see it now. Tell me how many cocks has it devoured? Do you even know your body count at this point? Have you even been feeding it right?" He laughed, "It seems ravenous, why I bet this greedy hole will fuck anything...take anything it's given."

He touched the tip of the broom handle to her sex then and she flinched before freezing up. She felt like her body was on fire from all the lashes and she was scared of what he was going to do to her. He pushed the broom handle forward but she pulled back, back as far as she was able to go.

They locked eyes then and he clearly asked "Do you want to fuck this broom?"

Her eyes shot open wide and she shook her head desperately. He smiled at her tilted his head and said, "Let's ask the fuck hole." He pushed the end of the broom handle forward, it spread her lips touching her clit. It poked it and she quivered. He adjusted it sliding it between her legs like she was a witch on a broom. He slid it along her privates till he was standing in front of her with the bristle end. He rotated the stick then slowly slid it back against her. Admittedly it felt good, he lifted it so she could see the wood was wet from her juices. "I don't know," he said shaking his head, "The fuck hole is salivating over it."

He moved the broom sliding it back between her legs. This time he put the tip of the broom handle at her entrance. She shook her head frantically pleading, her heart thundering in her chest. He stood there cockily, knowing he was in complete control… that she was at his mercy and he had none.

"Again." he sighed, "You say one thing but," He jerked the broom handle up and into her, in one swift motion the handle passed through her entrance and went up and up, with ease, riding her juices all the way to her cervix. She could feel the hard wooden tip collide with her. Her eyes went even wider at she realized what was happening, he'd shoved a broom handle up her pussy and it was poking her fucking cervix, a dirty, filthy boom handle was up, up, up, her, her...muff.

She could barely think. He had it pressed so securely against her. Like he was pressing down on a button. She instinctively began to move against it, making little grinding motions against the hard.. hard wood. It felt strange, different from everything else that had been inside her. The sheer idea of it, the nastiness, the humiliation of having a broom up her, danced across her mind.

Yet the feel of it was…was, she jerking and twerking mindlessly fucking it, a broom handle! She was fucking a broom handle with her pussy. She clutching it, squeezed it's hard wood with her vaginal muscles, loving the feel. LOVING THE FEEL OF IT! It was hard, unyielding wood, she...she couldn't help herself, all her sense were gone as she came against it.

She threw her head back crying for a moment, she wrapped her hands around the chains and lifted herself up from the broom to get some relief from the pressure but he followed keeping it firmly pressed in her orgasmic hole. She moaned crying out against the ball gag tears, streaming from her eyes.

He watched her every movement as she uncontrollable writhe around. He was transfixed on her, delighted by her reaction. He enjoyed seeing her lose all sense of control at the end of a fucking broom. He pulled back slightly and waited for her to come down. When she could begin to make sense of things again he chuckled in her ear then mocking her "But your body clearly defines another."

She stood there, realizing she'd cum, cum off a broom handle, she couldn't believe it. She'd fucked around, a lot but had never really put, anything inside her but cock or sex toys shaped like cock. She never knew other things could feel so...so good inside her

He began to move the broom again poking her cervix sporadically, poke, poke, poke, jab, jab. It was jabbing her pussy hole, filling her up. She rolled her eyes back, her mind going blank once more as she gasped moaning. He moved the broom all around her hole and she jerked pissed herself as she came so fucking hard. Her heart thundered in her chest and her entire body radiated with such heat...she felt almost sunburned.

"Oh that's was a powerful one," he teased as he shook the wetness from his hand. "I think someone's in love" He sang.

"Your hole, likie this stick" he was mocking her lording over her. It was humiliating but seemed to only add to her overall experience. She could see he was getting off on this too, his cock was engorged. He toyed with her some more moving the stick around, and she kept cumming and cumming.

When she started to not be as reactive. He'd pull the broom out then began hitting her pussy with it. Sometimes it hit the mound, sometimes he pretended it was a pool cue and knocked her clit with it. Her favorite was when he would smack the hole itself. She loved the feel of it smacking down her entrance...the pain would radiate through her and give her such pleasure. She loved it so much even if he did yelled, "Greedy hole down...down," like her pussy was a dog.

She throbbed getting off on it, the sick pleasure, the humiliation and pain. No one had ever...done such a thing to her. He entered her with it again and twirled the handle before suddenly jerking it and thus her body to him. Then he'd pull out and beat her pussy again, whack...whack...whack. She jerked about pulling at her binding, squirting and pissing herself as he just kept whacking her. He'd wait till she'd relax and open up some then whack. She threw her head back enjoying her pussy being beaten by a broom handle. She'd just fucking came and came.

It was nearly unbearable how much she came, she lost track of it but knew it had to be a record or something. She could feel her pussy swelled up so much. She began to grow desensitized and no longer reacted as much when he jabbed her hole about. He slow fucked her with the broom as he took a moment and thought. She'd get some pleasure but was mostly sore or numb. She was sweaty now, weak and trembling against her bonds.

Eventually he threw the broom onto the bed. Then unhooked her, she fell into his arms and he gently carried her to the water bed. He chained her hands to the top and her legs to the bottom. He reentered her with the broom handle, then brought out an expensive looking camera. Much to her displeasure he starting taking pictures of her...like this. She just laid there, to weak to respond...to do anything. He got in close, spreading her so he could show the broom handle entering her. He seemed transfixed taking picture after picture of her. He'd get right up to her face taking pictures of her dazzed expression. She nearly passed out or maybe she did.

At some point he was laying next to her. He gently caressed her like she was suddenly his most precious possession. He lightly kissed her and whispered in her ear. "It seems our meeting the other night was rather serendipitous. I told you Gwnye, didn't I that you were a masochist. And you are a greedy one at that," he said patting her pussy mound. "But you my dear are in luck. I told you, I don't get off on pain but I do enjoy inflicting it. I am quiet the sadistic. Most people don't want to play with me for very long but I have a feeling about you," he said moving the broom around inside her, "You wont mind."

She let out a deep moan, cumming again. He chuckled, "Tonight your true self was revealed. You're nothing...nothing but a greedy fuck hole, that will take anything it's given and I just so happen to have so much to give. Now that you know what you truly are embrace it...embrace your true self."

She couldn't make sense of what he was saying, words, they were just words to her. She was exhausted….

He kissed and caressed her, watching as she could barley keep her eyes open...it was clear she no longer understood what was going on around her. She'd made him so hard, he began to make love to her. He ran his hands over her big breasts, mashing and squeezed them in his fingers. He took them in his mouth one at at time sucking hard on the nipples. He played with the rings and nibbled before he began to take full bites down on her tender flesh. Digging his teeth in, he left impressions all around her areola's. He wanted to mark her up so that every time she looked in the mirror she would see them and think of him.

He trailed kisses down her stomach, then moved the broom around some more before removing it and tossed it aside. He spread the lips of her bruised and battered pussy. He licked it, the taste was sweet. He was surprised a whore shouldn't taste so sweet. He sought out her clitoral nub and sucked onto it before dragging his teeth over it. He wanted to bite down but thought better of it. He had other plans for it now that he'd made a decision about her.

He looked back up at her face and she was unconcious. Alone now he moved down to stare directly at her fuck hole itself. He examined it closer, admired how swollen and red it looked, how the juices freely flow from it, welcoming his command. He pulled at it, tried to stretch it and make it open fully to him. He wanted to look inside it, want it to always be open, gaping for him and the glorious things he was going to do to it.

He was surprised it was still so meager given it's obvious history no doubt. It was his now, his to control, to fill and grow. He spit into it and the glutinous hole swallowed it up as he knew it would. He spread it positioning himself at it's entrance. He poked it with the tip of his dick watching how it sucked him in. He dipped in and out, then roughly shoved his dick all the way into it, making his presence known.

As he took the hole nice and hard, he turned Gwyne head to the side, kissing her neck, lavishing it with hickies then moved to her shoulder and bit down hard...so hard, he drew blood wanting to leave an impression. She struggled, crying out in her slumber but soon settled down. He pressed his bloody lips to hers then, kissing her, he smeared the blood across her lips.

He ran his fingers through her hair gathering it up as roughly grinded her fuck hole into submission. The water bed madly rippled around them. He wanted the hole to know its master. He fucked long and hard the way he liked, not worrying about holding back on this one. He could feel her hole protest but it would learn to fully take whatever it's master gave it in time. When he got close, he pulled out and finishing on her fat breasts and that face..

He left strings of his cum all over her, then pulled back sitting on his knees. He stared for a long moment admiring his work. There was a lot more to be done but this...this was the beginning of something beautiful. He took more pictures, knowing he would savor them later. He'd had fun tonight, more fun then he'd had in a very long time.

He laughed almost madly to himself then said "I'm going to enjoy breaking you down and who knows, maybe after, I just might keep you."

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