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 Taking You Down Much Further (MF, D/s, humiliation)

   Its time to take things up a big notch.  I found another place to take
you, another adult book store, but not so nice as the one in which I
displayed your cock sucking skills to the other guys.  Its on a street that
is a mixture of run down bars, industrial sites in an unincorporated part
of town.

   Once again, I supervise your clothes.  Another very tight top with a low
cut neckline.  Skin-tight black lycra capri pants, high heels.  Underneath,
I have you put on a sheer flesh colored bra and thong.  Full make up. 
Standing back, I have you slowly turn around.  Your full tits stand out
proudly from your chest, and as you turn your back to me, I enjoy the sight
of your sexy ass under the black lycra...and finally my eyes travel back up
to your face as you turn to face me again.  The sight of your lovely face,
framed by your long dark hair, makes me smile.  I walk up to you and nuzzle
your neck and let my hands explore that body of yours.  I going to slut you
out tonight.  You're ready.

   Timing is everything, isn't it Michele?  I've arranged to take you to
this place about 15 minutes before closing time - there is a specific
reason for that, as you will be finding out.  I've made it my mission in
life to degrade you, to bring you down to the lowest level sexually, to
make you into the nastiest sex slave slut I can.  I'm getting very excited
about what I'm going to put you through tonight - it will be a big step for
you....crossing a line we can't go back from.

   We get in the car and make our way across town.  As we get into the
neighborhood where the adult bookstore is, the traffic begins to get much
lighter.  Its getting late and most of the businesses along the street are
closed and dark.  As we approach the store, we begin to see the bright neon
that covers a part of the store front.  I like the pink outline of a
stacked woman that flickers next to the front entrance.

   The small parking lot is at the side of the building.  There are a few
cars parked there.  We get out and, holding your hand, I walk you to the
front and into the store.  There is a distinctive smell to adult
bookstores....not sure what it is exactly, but that pungent bookstore odor
reminds me of what we did last week, and it gets my stomach churning.

   As always, there are a few guys in the front room, picking out videos,
rummaging the shelves, trying to find the most extreme porn they can find
to take home with them.  And as is almost always the case, its only men
there.  If you see a woman in a place like this, then you know what she is
and what she's good for - just like you, Michele, right?

   The men are checking you out, making their assumptions about you.  I
glance behind the counter and see a man at the cash register.  He's about
50 years old, bald, very over weight - there are grease stains on the front
of his shirt.  Its a warm night and he is sweating a bit as only over
weight people can.  He ignores me, but leers at you.  This guy, as I found
out earlier, is the owner of the place.  I make sure to parade you past him
a couple of times, giving him a good look at you, front and rear.  As I do,
my hand slides down your back to your ass.  I give it a good hard squeeze,
making sure the owner can see.

   After about 10 minutes, the owner announces that its closing time in a
few minutes and to finish up what ever we're doing so we can leave.  A
couple of men wander out from the back of the store where the video booths
are, and make their way to the door.  One other guy brings a couple of
videos to buy to the front counter.  As this last guy takes his videos to
leave, I confirm that its just the three of us left in the store.

   Just as the owner begins to ask us to leave, I take you to the counter.
"Hi, my name is David and this is Michele." The man looks a bit irritated
and answers, "yeah, so?" "Well, I'd like to talk to you a minute.  Do you
have an office or something we can go to?" When I say that , he looks a bit
confused, but then looks away from me and back to you.  I subtle change
comes over his face as he begins to realize what might happen.  "OK, I'll
give you a few minutes."

   He pushes his fat belly past the counter and walks to the entrance, and
taking out a key, locks the door.  Walking past us, he motions to us to
follow him as he squeezes past the counter and moves through a curtain
covering a doorway which leads to a small dingy office.  On the far wall is
a desk, covered with papers, coffee cups and the remainder of a sandwich.
To the left is a old sofa.  The light is bright and harsh.

   The man walks to the front of the desk, turns around to face us and
leans back on the desk.  "So, what do you want?  This better be good." By
now, you and this guy are guessing what's going to happen.  I can see that
your breathing is faster and you are gripping my hand much harder.

   "I like Michele to be a dirty girl and I've been working with her to
increase her submission." As I begin to talk, the store owner glances at
me, but stares at you.  I go on.  " I'd like to bring her in here from time
to time to do our play," my dick is hard as steel now, "and I just wanted
to, you know, clear it with you." I reach over to you and pull your body in
front of mine.  The guy is obviously hard himself, and as he takes in what
I am saying, he reached for his own cock and begins to stoke it over his
pants.  As I watch his reaction, I bring my hands up to your tits and begin
to give them firm squeezes.  I feel your knees buckle a little and then I
notice that you're shaking with excitement.

   "She's really sexy, don't you think?" I ask him.  "Fuck yeah," he
replies.  "So, how would you like some of this pussy?"

   The owner smiled at that and then gave you a look that just about made
me cum in my pants with out even touching my cock.  - he was a little wild
eyed with more than a bit of cruelty on his face.  His hand stroked and
squeezed his cock as he worked himself up for using you.

   I hugged your body close to me and I moved your hair from you neck and
kissed you there, taking in your sweet sexy scent.  Then I whispered into
your ear, "you're going to give him what he wants." You were shaking much
more now, excited but also scared.  You didn't say a word but your eyes
were locked on the guy rubbing his cock.

   Releasing you from my grip, I grabbed a hand full of your hair on the
back of your head, and I walked you over to the man.  "Go for it, help
yourself," I told him as I released my hold on you.  You stood there,
waiting for him to begin.  Your compliance was intoxicating to me - you
were going to give yourself to this disgusting man because I wanted you to.
The contrast between your beauty, and the man's repulsive looks was
absolutely arousing for me.  I drank in the sight.

   As he stepped towards you, I told him, "I like to see her treated as a
slut." By now he was already reaching for your tits, and without even
looking at me he replied, "don't worry about that, man.  I enjoy treating
women like dirty whores."

   He went right to work on you, grabbing both tits with his big meaty
hands squeezing them hard (they always go for those incredible breasts
first, don't they).  I saw your body stiffen as he moved his face into your
hair, taking in your scent..  "What's your name again," he asked, his face
just inches from yours.  "Michele," you replied quietly.  "Well, Michele, I
going to give you a good fucking now." His tone was arrogant.  He then
began to slowly and thoroughly feel you up.  Hands under your top, moving
inside of your bra, squeezing and squeezing those big firm tits, enjoying
their weight and firmness, shaking them, squeezing them together, then
moving to your shapely hip, finally down into your pants to grip your ass
with both hands, squeezing, moving his fingers into the crack of your ass.
You were the hottest woman he had ever had, I was sure of it, and he showed
it as he excitedly explored your body.

   Now, what he had felt, he wanted to see.  He roughly began to strip you,
top over your head first, then stripping your lycra pants down to your
ankles.  We both just leered at your sexy body - sexy in your tiny bra and
panties.  He pushed his right hand into the front of your panties and
started stroking and penetrating your pussy with his fingers.  He chuckled
as his hands felt the wetness of your dripping cunt .  "You like being
treated like this, don't you bitch?" He took his hands out of your panties
and smelled his fingers covered with your juices, "ummmm, nice." "Show me
those jugs of yours." You meekly moved your hands behind your back and
unclasped your bra, letting it slip off of your body onto the floor.

   He grabbed your sexy tits again, and immediately moved down to suck one
and then the other nipple, stretching them up to his lips with his hands.

   As he was taking advantage of you, I was watching you closely.  Just as
you crave my control, I crave your compliance and submission.  Although you
had an anxious look on your face and you looked away from his face, I was
very pleased with how you complied, moving your arms and your body to make
it easier for the man to explore the most intimiate parts of your body. 
But there was something else I wanted from you that you hadn't given me
yet. I frowned a bit when I realized it, but decided to be patient as this
incredible scene unfolded.

   Now the man, stepped back from you, and undid his belt, and then his
pants.  He wanted to get his dick out so you could service it.  As his
pants came off, and then a dingy looking pair of underwear, his dick came
into view.  It was thin, but long, and looked an angry shade of red.  He
started stroking it, and he moved closer to you and, grabbing your arm with
his left hand, he pulled your body down to your knees.

   You looked incredibly sexy like that, in just your thong panties, your
naked tits covered with his saliva.  You looked up at him and then down at
his cock.  Predictably, he pushed his cock forward until the head was just
up to your lips.  You hesitated at that point, as he began to push into
your mouth.  keeping your lips closed for a few moments.  He grabbed your
hair again and wrapping it around his fist, he twisted so that you feel a
little pain.  "Suck that dick, bitch," the man hissed.  Finally, you opened
your mouth and the man pushed his cock into your mouth, and then started
stroking faster and deeper.  I made a mental note - this is something else
I have to work on you about.

   You looked so submissive, as he fucked your mouth with increasing speed
and force.  I could see your nostrils flair as you fought for breath, and
taking in the musky stench of his crotch.  At this sight, I took my own
cock out and started to stroke it, enjoying the feeling of power that I
have over you.  Just as he began to feel the rush of an orgasm begin, he
stopped, and quickly pulled out of your sweet, warm mouth.  You looked a
bit surprised at this, but simply looked up at him.  I knew why he did what
he did.  As much as he would like to cum in your mouth, he wanted to pump
his sperm into a different part of your body.  He grabbed you by the arm,
and walked you over to the sofa along the wall.  He turned your body to
face the sofa and then bent you over so that your hands rested on the sofa,
so that your ass was open and accessible.  He ran his hand slowly down your
back and spent a minute squeezing each ass cheek.  "Damn, she has a hot
ass. I'd like to fuck that one of these days." Then came the moment of
truth.  He grabbed your panties and slowly peeled them off of your body and
down to your knees.  Your asshole and gorgeous cunt, swollen and red and
soaking wet, there for both of us to see.  He greedily ran a couple of
fingers up and down from your asshole to the pussy, fingering both holes.
"Nice," was all he said as he worked your most intimate parts of your body.

   It was then, and only then, that you began to give me what I wanted
most. As he manhandled you, I began to hear a definite moan and you began
to move your pelvis to maximize the sensation he was giving you.  The man
chuckled.  He gave you more of what you wanted with one hand while he
stroked his cock with the other.  As this pig used you, you began to get
aroused - you wanted him to fuck you, to pump his sperm deep in your pussy,
right into your womb.  This was the moment I was waiting for, and what I
wanted from you, what I had to get from you.  I was overwhelmed by a
feeling of love and pleasure from you.

   He kept stroking you, pushing 2 and 3 fingers into your wet cunt.  I
could smell your sex now, and it only stoked me to further arousal. 
Finally, I heard you speak in a voice I barely recognized, urgent and
frantic, "please, please, fuck me.  I need you to fuck me, to cum in me."
The guy looked at me and smiled triumphally, and then he moved behind you,
taking his time to rub his cock head up and down your slit, making you
moan. He took his time and gently pushed his disgusting cock head into your
body.

   Your hands were gripping the sofa, your head down, lost in arousal, your
ass and pussy spread and welcoming - finally he pushed in hard, bottoming
out - he only got a few hard stokes into you cunt when you made an gutteral
animal moan as you came on the dick I had given you.  The man, who was on
the edge of control anyway, finally lost it and grabbing your hips in his
hands, he pushed in one final time and held his dick as deep into your
pussy as he could.  I saw his fat ass shake with each pulse of his cum as
he emptied his balls into you.

   The owner held you there, as his orgasm finished to make sure that he
got every bit of his cum into your belly.  You had finished your orgasm,
but were still moaning, enjoying the dirty pleasure you had just received.
Finially, after a minute or so, he slowly pulled his cock out of your pussy
and he stepped back to look at his handywork.  You looked so beautiful,
bent over, your pussy swollen and red.  Soon, the owners sperm started to
drip out of your pussy and down the inside of your thighs.  Proof of the
pudding.  "Fuck, man, she's hot.  What a tight pussy," he said as he looked
over at me.  One last time he fondled your ass and gently spread your
pussy, then he sort of staggered back to the desk and slumped down in the
chair near by.

   I gathered up your clothes, and handed them to you.  I smiled at you,
and gently stroked your hair.  As you dressed, I turned back to the owner.
"So, I'll be bringing Michele in from time to time to give her more
experience.  " "You can bring her in anytime.  I'll even keep an eye out
for the cops," he glanced over at you again.  "But I want to fuck her again
sometime." "You got it.  Thanks."

   By now you were just about finished dressing.  I stood next to you,
protectively, and when you were done, I took your hand again and walked you
out to the car.

   On the ride home, you were quiet.  I wasn't sure what you were thinking,
but you looked exhausted, drained.  As the minutes went by I did notice
that your hand went down between your legs, and you began to moan softly as
what had just happened ran through your head.

   I was going to get my pleasure from you when we got home, but that is a
whole different story.