PART 2 - A chance encounter with my former slave SeXStoRY

PART 2: A chance encounter with my former slut slave mistress Continued from part 1, where I have encountered my former slut slave mistress in the grocery store, with an ensuing public display of eroticism, and breast flashing .... Hurrying her out of the store before she starts stripping ... It’s already late and the parking lot is dark and sparsely filled. The crisp air must have startled you and recovering your dignity “Oh my god, I really have to be going, I’m involved with someone, it’s really not appropriate…” you babble on protesting as you, nonetheless, follow me to my car. “I’m so glad you met someone” “He’s so sweet and kind, you know, very considerate, a real gentleman. He’s older… he’s not like you…” as your voice trails off… It had been almost two years since we’d seen one another. You were reeling from the revelation of your husband’s 3-year affair and a pending divorce. Our chance encounter at a bar, followed by a night of pure passion; the sexual tension and the chemistry was immediately phenomenal. “Really, so how’s that working for you?” You divert your eyes, looking down for a moment … “he’s very sweet” you whisper… still looking down… Is she looking at my dick?…She’s staring at my hard dick…still bulging in my pants I start to unzip my pants “No, Please, really …no” the last word barely audible. As I pull my dick out, you drop to your knees, and stoke it longingly with the tips of the fingers of your right hand as your left sneaks under your dress to caress your moist pussy lips, still aroused from just minutes earlier in the grocery... “I told him I like someone to take command, to control me, make me a cock slave.” On your knees, looking deep into my eyes: “He doesn’t understand, he says he loves me and he could never use me. But it’s so passive … and sterile. “ There is a long moment of silence as you stroke yourself, and me. “Perhaps if I had never known you…” you sigh wistfully. I know that sentiment only too well. All of my recent relationships failing when my sexual passion exceeds the “boundaries of propriety” and scaring away a plethora of lovely ‘proper missionary position’ women. Our deep excursion into BDSM had permanently altered our sexual personas. Abandoning dating, I do nothing but scour porn sites seeking refuge in kinky bondage, nipple abusing, sloppy throat fucking, puking, humiliation, submission videos. Reliving barely a fragment of what we had. Looking again into my eyes, “I know only to give my love through sacrificing my body. The more egregious the request, the greater my ability to show my absolute devotion. But no one abuses me like you. Please let me experience that exquisite surrender, to prove my devotion. I so miss being your sex slave, use my body as your slut whore again, please, just for tonight. I am yours totally and completely for you.” “You’ve been gone a long time; you’ll have to earn your position. Are your prepared for this? ” “Yes, sir” “Do everything I say, follow every command.” “Yes master, everything” “Will you give me your hard nipples to use as I wish, to pinch, pull and torment? “Will you give me your throat to fuck? And your ass to fuck, deep, hard and rough?” “yes please sir, I will be your pain slut, pull them hard, use your clamps and weights on them. I long to feel that pain for your pleasure. I will sacrifice my throat to you, face fuck me, throat fuck me please, sir, I want to make you cum, in my ass, down my throat, in my pussy, anything you wish of me.” “But sir,” you whisper deferentially, “But you will fuck my pussy, won’t you please fuck my pussy? Please.” “If you are my very good slut slave then I may decide to fuck your pussy...” knowing that I am unable to resist insisting on making you cum repeatedly until you are limp and exhausted. The middle of an empty parking lot, kneeling before me, my cock hard and throbbing, inches from your lips, looking up at me eagerly, you open your mouth to take it in... "You want to suck my dick now don't you" "Yes sir, its so big and hard and beautiful, can I suck it now? Please?" “Offer me some gesture of your devotion, give me your nipples" Quickly unzipping your skirt, you pull the top down to reveal them to me, large, firm, hard, exquisite. "Pinch them for me, stroke them" as if that command were needed. I replace your hand with mine under your skirt, stroking your pussy gently at first and then gradually more intently as you begin to moan and gyrate against my fingers. Two fingers slip into your wet pussy while my thumb presses against your clit massaging rhythmically. Leaning down to your breast, just as you anticipate I will take your tender firm nipple between my lips I bare my teeth, and bite hard, sending a jolt through your body. You try to pull away but that merely serves to increase the tension on your breast. My tongue feverishly strokes your erect nipple while my teeth clamp onto its surrounding tender pink areola. The sensation of pain mingles with the intensely pleasurefull nipple stimulation; all the while my fingers are ruthlessly kneading your pussy as your entire body begins to pulsate in unison with my hand. Aroused by the attack, you arch your back sharply, and involuntarily throw your head back, striving to grind your pussy into my palm. The f***e of your convulsion might have pulled you free, but I hold your body firmly in my teeth, as your feet slip from beneath you. Suspended completely between my teeth on your breast and my hand in your pussy, you squirm wildly, eventually wrapping your legs around my hips and your arms around my head to relieve the nearly unbearable tension on your breast. My left arm rescues your body while plunging three fingers of my right deeper into your pussy, finding the texture of your G-spot and sending you into convulsive spasms of ecstasy. As the power of the orgasm builds and overtakes your body, you lose your grip and your arms slip form my head, leaving your full weight suspended in my teeth. At any other moment the pain would have been unbearable, but in this brief instant the sensation is paradoxically one of bliss and delirium. Your eyes roll back, as tremors overtake you with a sensation of floating endlessly, while experiencing wave upon wave of euphoria. As if in slow motion the orgasmic trance seemingly lasts an eternity, but as I sense you returning to me, I release the grip of my teeth and gently massage your breast and pussy as you collapse, limp, moaning, and semi-conscious in my arms. I scoop you gently into the passenger seat, but before I can start the car, you’re leaning over to whisper… “Please sir, can I suck it now? Please? I’ll try to take it all, just like you like it. Please sir, don’t be cruel to me, you will let me have won’t you? You can fuck my throat if you like. You’ll never know how many times I have dreamt of choking on you again. Suffocating on your cock is my only desire. You will let me now won’t you please? I know you remember too. Please sir?” “You haven’t earned my cock yet, but you will. I assure you. You will assuredly earn it. Be a good slut and play with my nipple while I drive.” Perhaps to be continued... but I'm looking for an xhamster slut muse to motivate me, V.....90? B..9? you know who you are, Seriously, my stories are a lot better if one of you SLUTS will encourage me...