His Personal Slut

The next weekend Nick told me exactly what he had in mind for me.
He invited me to tag along to his friend Greg’s house party. I wore those red heels we had talked about the previous weekend, with a matching short red dress that hugged my ass and tits. My makeup was flawless, and my hair was done up in a braided updo.
Nick picked me up, and when he saw me he stared for a long, hot moment. I trembled a little, remembering what he had done to me last weekend, and slid into the car.
“Where did you get that?” he asked hoarsely, his eyes raking over me.
I was proud. “Target.”
He nodded, frowning, and opened up the glove box. “I have something for you.”
I felt a thrill, and watched as he extracted a long velvet box. He opened it, and my eyes widened; it was a sparkling diamond necklace, and clearly expensive.
“Turn around; I’ll put it on,” he said, before I could protest, and I reluctantly obeyed.
The necklace sparkled around my neck, the lower diamond hanging just above my cleavage. I was wearing a push-up bra, making my tits very prominent in my scarlet dress.
He began to drive. He kept glancing at me, his face almost dark, and I could tell he was turned on.
“I have a proposition for you,” he said, shifting in his seat.
My ears immediately perked up. “Oh?”
He nodded.
“I’m listening.”
He hesitated, then said, “I want to keep doing what we’re doing. I like you. A lot. But,” he continued, glancing at me, “I want to make it a little more...pleasurable.”
“I didn’t realize it could get even better,” I replied, intrigued.
He smiled slightly, eyes on the road. “I want to pay your rent,” he said. “All of it. Buy you gifts. Give you an allowance.”
“An allowance?” I exclaimed, shocked. “Why?”
“Because you need it,” he said, shrugging. “And it turns me on.”
I stared at him, flustered. “It turns you on to pay for my shit?”
“To take care of you,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “So you don’t have to keep shopping at Target.”
We were quiet a moment, as I absorbed this information. Then I asked, “What do you get in return?”
“I want you to be my personal slut,” he replied boldly. “You do what I say, when I say.”
I was cautious. “Like what?”
He hesitated again. Then he said, “We’re going to my friend Greg’s place. He’s been having a rough week...some investments fell through...I want you to blow him.”
I was shocked for a moment...just a moment. I shivered a little, feeling suddenly hot at the thought of sucking off Nick’s friend at his beckoning.
“Why?” I couldn’t help but ask.
He looked relieved at my reaction. “Because I like it.”
Those few words were enough to make me wet. My nipples hardened, and I bit my lip.
I said I would give it a try, but really I was just trying to make him squirm. He was tense, turned on and nervous. I wanted to torture him.
We got to Greg’s house and immediately ran into him. He was dashing, tall and fit. He and Nick talked about work, and I decided to wander off and grab a drink. There was an open bar, and some of Greg’s other friends were there. I got a screwdriver and shot the men a playful smile. They grinned back, ogling me, and I made sure to lean forward to grab my drink, displaying my tits for them to see.
I turned back to Nick and Greg. Nick was staring, and I could tell he had seen the whole exchange. He looked hornier than ever, and shifted where he stood, as if his pants were suddenly too tight.
I walked over. Greg was staring at me too, his dark eyes roving over my body.
“I already told him,” Nick said, his voice hoarse. Then he walked off, and Greg and I were left alone.
Greg was nervous, blushing. I found this cute, and found that I wasn’t nervous at all. He was hot, and knowing that I was about to blow him because Nick told me to--ordered me to--was electrifying.
He took me up to his bedroom. He sat on the bed, shifting anxiously.
I decided to get him in the mood, and slowly started undressing, slipping my dress off, and then my bra. I kept my thong and my heels on. Greg was staring, wide-eyed, and I could see a bulge growing in his jeans. I approached him, took his hands and placed them on my breasts.
“Like these?” I purred, and he nodded, chuckling. He massaged them a little, and I moaned, tilting my head back. My pussy drenched my thong, and my thighs became slick. Greg sucked on a nipple, and wonderful jolts went through me.
I got on his lap and kissed him, grinding on his crotch. He was rock-hard, and my wet pussy was leaving a spot on his shorts. We were like this for a moment, my tongue down his throat and his hands on my tits. I wanted so badly to fuck him, to bend over on the bed and get fucked hard until he came inside me. But I didn’t want to get in trouble with Nick, so I stuck with what he had told me to do.
I got off and beckoned Greg to stand up. Then I got to my knees, unzipping his shorts and pulling out his cock. It was hot and thick, and I sighed, smirking at him.
I licked his shaft, and he instantly moaned. He tangled his hands in my hair, holding my head while I licked him all over. I pumped him a few times with my hand, catching his eye and flashing him a coy smile.
Then I took him in my mouth, sucking hard and bobbing my head back and forth. He started moaning, swearing, and he gripped my head and gently fucked my mouth. I dug my nails into his thighs. I was so turned on; my pussy was throbbing, my wetness dripping down my thighs. I was desperate to be fucked, and slipped a hand down to my clit, stroking it furiously. I let Greg fuck harder, and I moaned around his cock.
“Fuck, yes...god, your mouth is so good,” he groaned.
I moved my fingers in quick circles around my clit, feeling my thighs tremble. I was so close, hot and tense, with a stranger’s cock in my mouth.
“I’m fucking coming,” he breathed, and with a guttural moaned he shot ropes of cum down my throat.
I swallowed it all, and took my hand away from my clit to hold his cock steady while I licked it clean. He was shaking slightly, a nd I giggled.
“Did you come?” he asked, suddenly worried.
I shook my head, and he helped me up.
“Here.”
He laid me down on the bed, smirking, and then buried his head between my legs. I gasped, not ready for the wave of pleasure that hit me as he licked my pussy. I was so close that every touch was intense, overwhelming. I grabbed his head and grinded my pussy against him, moaning, until I came all over his face.
We cleaned up, grinning at each other, and he helped me put my dress back on.
We were both giddy when we returned to the party. I made a beeline to Nick, who was talking with a group of men, some of whom had been eyeing me earlier. He smiled at me, his eyes dark, and I went up to him, turning around and leaning against him. My ass rubbed against his groin, and I could feel his hard-on. He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my cheek.
“How was it?” he whispered, and I smirked. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Very much.”
“Did he come in your mouth?”
I nodded. “And I came on his face.”
He tensed a little. “I didn’t say you could come. Did he go down on you?”
I felt hot all over again. “Yes.”
“I’ll have to punish you, then.”
I felt a thrill. I was more than happy to be punished.
“So…” he said, sounding a little anxious, “do we have a deal?”
I waited, wanting to draw it out as long as possible. Finally, “We do.”
I felt him let out a breath. Then he held my chin, turning my head, and kissed me gently.
When he pulled away he whispered, “Let’s get out of here. I want to tie you up again.”
“We just got here.”
He ducked his head, kissing, and then nipping at my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Don’t tease me. Now make sure everyone can see what a slut you are as we leave.”
I smirked, more than up for the challenge, and so turned on by Nick’s obvious attraction to controlling me. We said goodbye and began to walk out, when I dropped my purse. I bent down, displaying my ass for the crowd of men behind me, and picked it up. I could feel Nick watching me as I did this, and when I looked up, his eyes were blazing.
We barely got in the car before he was kissing me roughly, holding my face with one hand and pulling my hair with the other. I was hot, my heart racing in my chest, and I grabbed his shirt and pulled him against me, practically clawing at the fabric. Then I reached down and groped his crotch, feeling his hard cock behind his slacks. He moaned, touched my hand and guided it in small circles against his dick. I felt it grow harder, and I ached to have it inside me.
He broke away to moan again, and I let out a breath.
“I can’t wait,” I sighed. “We passed that motel on the way here; let’s go there.”
He chuckled breathlessly. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” I said, and there was a purr in my voice. “I want to be punished now.”
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
“Please, please, please?”
He laughed. “You’re even sexier when you beg.”
I pulled my face into a pout, and he laughed again, starting the car.
He drove us to the motel, and we got a room. It certainly wasn’t upscale--there was an odd smell, and cracks in the ceiling. Nick looked around, wrinkled his nose, then shrugged and moved on.
He grabbed me by the hips, yanking me against him and kissing me hard. I flung my arms around his neck, and we tumbled onto the bed, making out like two teenagers. He broke away and shoved my dress up to my waist, brushed my panties aside and ate me out. I writhed, grabbed his hair and moved against his tongue. He was chuckling, but I didn’t care; I was on fire.
Just as I was close to the edge he stopped. He bit my thigh hard, and I yelped. Somehow the pain turned into delicious waves of pleasure, and I shivered. I had no idea where this guy came from, but he was driving me wild.
“Do it again,” I breathed.
He hovered over me, a stern look in his dark eyes. “This is supposed to be your punishment, you filthy little slut,” he purred. “You don’t get to ask me for shit.”
“What if I beg?”
“Oh, you’ll be begging tonight,” he growled, standing up. “Take your dress off.”
I hurried to obey, although I was so dazed I nearly toppled over. He helped me then, slipping the dress over my head. He wrapped his arms around my waist, kissed me tenderly, and then turned me and shoved me so I was belly-down on the bed.
I gasped, completely delighted in his treatment of me. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he slipped off his tie, smirking.
“Put your hands on the headboard,” he ordered gruffly.
The headboard had bars at the base. I grasped two of the bars, and he tied my wrists to them very tightly. Then he got off the bed, and I heard him undress. It was difficult to peek around my shoulder now, but I was able to catch a glimpse of him nude. He was so hot, with those shoulders and those abs, his cock so hard. He caught me looking, smirked, placed a hand on my head and shoved it forward. The roughness thrilled me, making my pussy gush.
Then he grabbed my panties, yanking them down my legs, over my feet. I knew what was coming, and I couldn’t help but grin. He told me to open my mouth, and when I did he stuffed my panties in it. The silk was smooth and warm on my tongue, and I tasted my pussy on the fabric. I moaned, and the noise was muffled.
“Now no one will have to hear your slutty little moans,” Nick said, ducking his head and biting my shoulder. I moaned in reply, and he chuckled. “Now your legs are free. If it goes too far, just pull them up to your chest. I’ll stop.”
I nodded, squirming, so ready for what he had in store. He chuckled, kissed my cheek, and then straightened, straddling my legs. He teased my pussy with his cock, and I moaned again. I tried spreading my legs wider, and tried bucking against him, but his legs were tight against mine.
I could hear him chuckling under his breath. He groped my ass, and then smacked it hard. I jumped, gasping, and squirmed with pleasure. I could barely close my mouth with the panties inside, but I still tried my best to be loud.
Suddenly he smacked again, harder than he had ever done before. It hurt, and I froze, shocked. My skin burned, even as he rubbed at the spot. I knew there’d be a scarlet handprint on my ass.
But then I shivered, even more aroused. I didn’t know why, but the pain was so erotic, the violence behind the action so maddening. I wanted him to punish me, to own me.
“You okay?” he asked cautiously, and I nodded, moaning again.
I could hear the pleasure in his voice. “Good,” he said, and he smacked me hard again. I cried out, tugging on my bond so that my wrists were on fire. Pain and lust overwhelmed me. My pussy was so slick, my toes curling on the bed.
He grabbed my hair, yanking, and smacked my ass again. I was squirming, breathing his name behind the silky panties stuffed in my mouth.
“Such a bad girl,” he growled, and without warning he slid his cock into me. I tensed, groaning with satisfaction, while he hissed my name.
He started fucking me, groping my ass, his breath quickening.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathed. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
And then he fucked me hard, ramming into me so that I was bouncing against him. He smacked my ass and pulled my hair. I was in ecstasy, my whole body alive and pulsing. His cock was so amazing in my pussy. I felt my orgasm coming again, and I gripped the bars of the headboard until I came, crying out, my pussy clenching on his dick.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groaned. He leaned forward, grasping the tie around my wrists and loosening it deftly. He yanked the panties out of my mouth, then rolled me over, stroking his cock.
I stretched my aching arms past my head, displaying my tits. “Where?” I whispered, and he grinned. Our skin was damp with sweat, and we were both breathing heavily.
“In your mouth,” he replied hoarsely.
I felt a thrill, and I eased underneath him, taking his cock in my mouth and sucking hard. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth, gently, before coming inside it with a delighted moan.
Then he laid down beside me, and for a while we were quiet, buzzed and catching our breath. My ass still burned, and my wrists ached, but I was so wonderfully relaxed. So happy.
He then turned, wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck gently. I smiled--his sweetness was a perfect complement to his earlier roughness, and I basked in it.
He saw the look on my face and smirked. “What?”
I grinned. “When can we do that again?”