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 I'm no lawyer, nor can I write an appropriate disclaimer, so if you aren't
old enough or it is illegal for you to view stories about nasty sex, than
don't read this.

   If you have read my profile than you know exactly where I am coming
from. I am exploring myself sexually and logging my exploits on this
website as a journal.  All of the stories are from my point of view and
recalled to the best of my ability.

   My latest adventure involved a black woman I was contacted by through
Yahoo!  I hadn't chatted with her for five minutes before she was
suggesting we have sex.  Not just suggesting, she had a place all picked
out.  I know, I know, you don't believe me.  Well, it would be to good to
be true if she was hot, single and clean.  She is single and clean, but by
far not hot.  In fact, she is down right ugly.

   I couldn't fun off that night and do her so we chatted for a little
while.  I come to find out that she is a total slut.  Will do anything and
will try anything new.  Some of her fantasies where fucking in a park,
movie theatre or other public place, being tied up and gagged or doing the
tying and gagging.

   I convinced her that when I saw her I wanted her to be a submissive. 
She was a little apprehensive, but agreed to it.  We set up a time and met
at a hotel near her.  She thought we would be checking in but I had other
plans.

   When we met, we exchanged the usual pleasantries in the parking lot and
a couple of awkward moments.  Then I said to myself, she wants to be taken,
so take her already.  I asked her if she was ready to be my sub.  She
smiled and said yes in a shy voice as she batted her eyes.  I walked over,
and in the middle of the parking lot shoved my hand down her pants and
plunged my index finger into her cunt.

   She started to step back, but I grabbed her arm with my free hand and
said: "If you want
to be a sub you have to allow me to do as I wish." I could see just a

little fear in her eyes as she looked around but she very quickly relaxed
and allowed me to continue.  I knew then she would be a willing sub, even
if a little coaxing was required.

   I told her to get in the car, and she but only after hesitating.  I knew
she was still questioning her decision to meet me, but that she would
continue.  I jumped in and drove down the road.  My plan was to get her
away from her car and any means of transportation so that she would know
that her only way out of this rendezvous was to do as I asked.

   I stopped on a dirt road in the backwoods that didn't have a house on
it. Being as it was after midnight, I could be reasonably sure that there
would be no traffic.  The entire drive I was telling her my rules.

   1. The word no is no longer in your vocabulary.  If I tell you to do it,
you do it with out hesitation and always respond with "Yes, Sir" or "Yes,
Master" 2. Your name is now cunt, whore, slut or any other term I decide to
use.  You will respond to those names as if your parents had given them to
you and where them as a badge of honor.  3. Any disobedience will be met
with an appropriate response.  For tonight, every incidence of disobedience
will result in the burning of a piece of clothing.  If all clothes become
burned, I will take you back to the hotel and sell you to one man for every
disobedience commit.

   Pretty Simple really.  Her responses where as you expect.  I could tell
she was reflecting on her choices but at the same time she did not refuse
to participate.

   When I turned off the car I left the head lights on.  I told her to get
out and walk to the front of the car.  She stood there squinting, trying to
see me as I stood next to the door.  I barked out my first command. 
"Strip." She started dancing as if she heard music.  "No, take off your
clothes and place them on the hood, no dancing." She did as she was told
and then she made her first mistake.

   She asked: "What if someone sees me?" I didn't say a word.  I just
grabbed the pair of jeans she had laid on the hood and walked to the back
of the car.  I pulled out a small gas can, soaked the pants and burned
them. She gasped as the fire started and watched as the jeans lay in the
middle of the gravel burning.  She looked back at me and said: "I'm sorry"

   I explained: "You are to do as you are told, I made that perfectly clear
in the car.  I see a bra, panties and shirt on the car.  You can make three
more mistakes before I pimp you to the first guy I find."

   I could see she was catching on and she responded with a sharp, almost
military like "Yes, Sir"

   "I can see we need a review of the rules.  What do you do when I tell
you to do something?"

   "I do it with out hesitation" She was almost standing at attention now.

   "What is your name?"

   "Whore, cunt, bitch, slut or anything that pleases you."

   "Very good...do you like being a slut?"

   "Yes, Sir...uh er Master."

   My mind was racing, what now?  Do I tie her up, or force her to suck my
cock?  I hadn't thought this through, to be honest, I didn't think she
would go this far.

   I walked up to her and around her looking over her body.  She was not
pretty, in fact if I didn't desperately want to live out my fantasy of
dominating a woman, I wouldn't have even met up with her.  She was fat, and
nasty.  The only turn on was that she was being so submissive and that I
had her where I wanted her.

   As I came around to her front I asked her how her juices tasted.  "Not
bad, Sir."

   "Not bad?  A cunt like you should love sucking her own juices up for her
Master."

   "Yes, Sir"

   I jammed two fingers up her twat and soaked up all the juices I could
before I raised my hand to her face.  "Clean it off for me."

   She looked at me and the barely licked my fingers with the tip of her
tongue.

   "Did you just agree that a slut such as yourself should love sucking up
her own juices?"

   "Yes, Sir"

   "Then why did you just barely lick my finger."

   "I'm sorry Sir."

   "What do you think, should you be punished for not being the slut I
asked you to be?"

   "Iiiiii....uh...Yes Sir." You could see it in her eyes, she knew that
punished meant loosing another piece of clothing, but she had figured out
that that was going to happen any way so she responded how she thought I
would want her too.  And it is a good thing too, I was going to burn two
pieces if she had said no.  She was getting better.

   "You are right slut.  You should be punished.  Go to the back of the car
and get the gas can." She did as she was told, hobbling along barefoot on
the gravel.  I hadn't intended to torture her so, but I was enjoying it. 
She made it back to me and held the gas can up.  "Now, burn your shirt." I
held out the lighter and smiled.  She grabbed it, threw the shirt on the
ground, soaked it and lit it.  She stood over it for a second contemplating
what she would have to deal with when I was done with her.  She was now
faced with returning home in just her bra and panties.

   By now my cock was throbbing, I couldn't wait any longer, I had to have
some release.  I walked to the back of the car (a GMC Yukon) and opened the
doors.  I singled her to come to me.  "Stand there" I pointed to the ground
right in front of the door and she complied very quickly.  I had her now.
She would do anything I wanted.  As I stood in front of her, with my back
to the car, I told her to undo my pants.

   She did as she was told and pulled down my pants and underwear.  I
smiled with a sheepish grin and the fear struck her she knew what she had
done wrong and tried to correct it.  I grabbed her hair and told her: "The
first mistake you made was pulling my boxers down, the second mistake was
when you tried to do something I didn't tell you to do.  You tried to pull
them back up.  Two mistakes, two pieces of clothes."

   She stood there and looked at me, pleading with her eyes not to do it.
For a second I almost didn't.  "Go burn them."

   Her head hung low and she walked to the front of the car and burned the
bra and panties.  When she returned I was lying in the back with my fully
erect pecker sticking straight up.  "One more mistake....suck my cock and
swallow." She leaned over and took my cock and proceeded to give me one
damn fine blow job.  Of course, I was about as horny as I could get so any
bj would have been great.

   When she swallowed down the last bit she raised up and looked at me with
a "what should I do now " look.  "Keep sucking until I'm hard again." This
gave me time to think.  I figured if she could get me hard again I'd fuck
her in the ass and maybe take her back to her car.

   It took a few minutes but the erection was back and I decided a little
as fucking would be ok.  She leaned onto the bumper and spread her legs as
I asked.  This wasn't her first ass fucking.  Hell, she was loose in the
ass for sure.  I'm no mammoth, but I'm no pencil dick either and I slid
right in.  My dick was slick from all the saliva and I'm sure that helped.

   I didn't waste no time, I started slamming that ass hard and she was
loving it.  I couldn't count the number of times she said yes.  I hadn't
ever talked dirty during sex before, but I was feeling it and started
blurting out shit.

   "Say your name"

   "Slut"

   "Again"

   "Slut!"

   "You like that shit"

   "Yes, Sir, I love your dick sir!"

   I pulled out just before I came again and jerked her upright before
forcing her on her knees.  "Jerk me off and spray my cum on your face and
tits." Her hand stroked my cock as she placed her face right in front of my
cock.  In just a few strokes, cum spewed onto her face and tits.

   I put on my boxers and pants and looked at her: "Get in the car." We
left her shoes and socks sitting on the ground.  She got in the passenger
seat and I got in and started the car.  As I turned around to head back to
her I car I looked at her and gave her one final command.  "You can make
yourself cum with your finger and then suck it clean or I can sell you to
five guys back at the hotel...which will it be?"

   "I'll take the first if it is alright with you master." I loved it when
she called me master, hell just that one word alone was getting me up
again.

   "Ok, but wait until I tell you you can masturbate." I drove silently
into town.  We neared the car and her body language was telling me she was
nervous.  Now, I really wanted to make her do it outside the car, but I was
afraid someone would call the police so as I pulled in next to her car I
nodded at her.  She slid down in the chair and started to finger her self.
To my surprise she even started rubbing her breasts and licking them.  She
really was getting into this.  She came, and came hard.  I wasn't sure if
it was a show for me or a real honest to goodness orgasm.

   She sat there breathing heavily when I told her: "You have done very
well, grab your purse and go."

   "Thank you master" She got out and jumped straight into her car.  We
both drove off in opposite directions.  I had about a forty five minute
drive home.  My wife was out of town so I had no explaining to do.  And if
she called I had just fallen asleep and didn't hear the phone.  It wouldn't
have been the first time.

   I walked into my house as wired as I could be.  I knew I wouldn't be
sleeping so I got on the internet.  I had one e-mail awaiting me from her.
I wasn't sure what to expect, was she mad, did she call the cops?  Maybe I
went to far.  The letter she wrote was short and simple.

   If you wish to use me again my number is ***-***-****.

   I knew women like this existed, but I never thought I'd find one.  What
a night.  I'm torn, I don't know which is better, being used by a guy or
using a slut.  Better do some more experimenting.