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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, incest, and unwanted pregnancies are
subjects to be role-played between you and your significant other
only. Anybody actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a
psychiatrist, or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental
health immediately. I am always open to comments and constructive
criticism. I believe in the second ammendment, and only free people
should be reading stories like this. If it is illegal or unlawful to
read adult stories in your, country, state, municipality, or
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Ol' butterface 1
by trukin_fool


Last year, I was just coming back from a brutal divorce.
I spent many nights at the bar, drowning my sorrows, and eventually
hooked up with a few whores.
I ran into a woman who, although much older than I, was very much
attracted to me.
Her name was Karen, and after only a few minutes of conversing with
her, I realized she had major self esteem issues.
Of course there was a very good reason for that.
The woman had a fantastic body, but her face was something else.
She wasn't just a "Plain Jane." She was homely, and boardering on
being down right ugly.
The only two things that she had going for her, was the fact that she
did have a great personality, and of course her body.
I promised to meet her the next night right there at the bar, but
failed to show, hoping my luck would be better at a different pub.
I was consistantly shot down by the younger women, because of my
previous marriage.
Three nights later, I went back to the bar where I'd met Karen.
Immediately, she gravitated towards me, much to my chagrin.
At the bar, guys were hee hawing and giving cat calls, causing me to
feel uncomfortable.
They were mocking me, and my choice of women, which began to greatly
deflate my ego.
After trying to ignore Karen for some time, I finally asked her
outside, and out of earshot of the crude men at the bar.
I informed her that I wasn't really interested in a relationship, but
she was more than welcome to come to my place, and go to bed with me.
I was not only set aghast, but shocked, when she agreed quickly.
On the way to my place, I blatantly asked her, if she had ever done
anything perverted or kinky.
She replied that she wasn't very experienced at all.
Another look at her face, convinced me she was telling the truth.
Through the divorce, my wife gave me custody of all our sex toys, and
bondage equipment.
I then figured what the hell, why not see if this woman was as wild,
as she portrayed herself to be.
At home, I immediately took her to my bedroom.
There was no foreplay, or any niceties involved, when I told her to
strip.
She was very congenial, and I was surprised when she did so, without
any arguement at all.
Her huge firm tits were a real turn on, and her neatly shaved pussy
was gorgeous.
But again, her face seemed to screw it all up.
"Do you have any fantasies?" I asked bluntly.
"Not really." She answered, in a shy tone.
"Have you ever been tied up?" I then asked.
"No."
"Would you like to be?" I asked.
"If that's what you want." She answered meekly.
Karens eyes wwere wide with curiousity, when I produced the ropes,
wrist cuffs, and blindfold.
"I might even be tempted to spank you." I said, approaching her with
the equipment.
"Okay." She said, with goosebumps appearing on her skin.
As I strapped on the cuffs, I knew either she was desperate for a
fucking, or her self esteem was so low, that she would willingly
submit to me.
Whichever it was, I was intending on finding her limits.
With the cuffs and blindfold in place, I tied her spread eagle to the
bed.
In this position, she couldn't move, let alone fight off any advances
form me.
The uncertainty she felt, caused her areola and nipples to krinkle up.
Also, her pussy seemed to puff up as well.
It was time to take advantage of this sexy body, and use it anyway I
wished.
I lightly traced a finger around her taut nipples, and then without
warning, I pinched one quite roughly.
"Ahhhhhh." She gasped in discomfort.
Even though I knew it must have hurt, she never yelped or asked me to
stop.
After that, I bent over near her pussy, and breathed deeply on it.
Karen sighed openly, feeling the warmth on her lower lips.
With two fingers, I spread her open to my view. That is when I saw her
distented clit, standing proud and erect. It was nearly the size of
her nipples.
Karen shuddered and groaned, when I lightly flicked my tongue over her
upright bud. It was apparent, that she'd not been laid in a while., as
her body quivered and shook repeatedly.
As the juices began to flow out of her, I knew she was reaady for some
hard cock.
Crawling between her legs, and placing just the tip of my cock between
her lips, I leaned in and whispered to her.
"Are you ready for it?" I asked.
"Un huh." Was all she mumbled, straining to raise her hips, in an
effort to capture more of my cock.
"Beg me for it." I insisted in a gruff whisper. "Talk dirty to me, and
tell me in your filthiest words, exactly what you want."
"Please?" She moaned. "Put it in me?"
"No, no, no." I insisted. "Talk dirty. Real dirty. Say it like a real
whore would say it."
"Please. Oh please. Fuck me?" She hissed.
"Fuck you where? In your mouth, your ass, or in your cunt?" I pressed.
"In my ..... my c ..cunt." She finally said, beginning to redden with
embarassment.
Seeing she was obeying me, I slid another inch inside of her, and
stopped again.
"Ahhhhh yesssss. More." She moaned.
"Tell me." I again demanded. "Tell me more."
"I ... I don't know what you want to hear." She stated. "Tell me what
you want me to say."
"Well? Let's see." I said, thinking out loud. "You're tied up like a
whore, for my own personal use. Why don't you admit you're a whore,
and your twat is mine, to use as I please. Okay?"
"Please sir." She said reluctantly. "I'm a whore. And I want you to
use my twat, anyway that you want. Just please fuck it. Fuck my whore
cunt, and make me cum."
After she said that, I slid deep within her pussy, in one long steady
stroke.
Once I hit bottom, I realized how tight she was. Her entire pussy was
like a large hand, gripping and rippling on my cock flesh. Her muscles
were actually milking my cock from within.
As I stayed buried deep inside of her, she began to fight her
bindings.
"Please sir?" She asked softly. "Fuck me please? I want you to do it
hard and fast. I need it so much."
"Are you on the pill?" I asked, just to be sure.
"No." She replied. "But I can't get pregnant. I had myself fixed after
my last daughter was born. You can cum in me if you want to. I'd like
it if you did."
After hearing that, I began my slow steady deep strokes, and soon had
her nearing an orgasm.
"Tell me when you're going to cum, but make it really nasty and dirty.
I want to hear you swear like a sailor, who needs a good fucking." I
begged. Say whatever comes to mind. I want to hear it all."
With that being said, Karen began to cuss and swear, like no other
woman I've ever heard.
In fact she was so vulgar in her language, I could no longr control my
own climax.
"Breed me you bastard mutherfucker." She said loudly. "Shove your fuck
stick deep in me, and screw my ass off. Fuck, shit, piss. I'm cumming
all over your wonderful cock meat. Use me like the slut bitch whore
that I am. Pump me full of your filthy sperm, and make me pregnant."
As I came, I realized that Karen was experiencing her long anticipated
orgasm as well. I was almost certain it was not one, but a series of
multiple orgasms.
Once my last volley of semen, was shot into the woman, she collapsed
under me.
As I struggled to get off of her, I noticed she had passed out from
the violent experience.
Even unconscious, her body twitched and quaked, from the brutal cum.
Immediately, I felt pity for the woman, who had obviously been
deprived of sex for a long time. I knew in my heart, I'd found someone
who would be a great asset to me, even though her looks were somewhat
of a deterant. Unfortunately, at the time, I still carried too much
resentemnt for women, to actually admit that I loved her.
Suddenly, I got the urge to pee, and went to relieve myself.
When I returned, Karen was still out, so I began to fndle her
remarkable body.
After about a minute or so, she began to arouse.
"Mmmmmm." She hummed, smiling widely. "You were fantastic. I've never
felt like that before."
Coaxing her to lavish more compliments on me, I insisted she comtinue.
"Honestly?" She asked. "You are the best I've ever had."
I'd never been anybodys best before, and even though she was probably
exaggerating, I willingly accepted the praise.
"Are you ready for round two?" I asked, jokingly.
She giggled in reply, saying something about me, trying the kill her.
I continued to grope and molest her firm body, still leaving her bound
and blind.
"Maybe I'll have to call in a helper." I chuckled. "If you're
agreeable."
"Whatever you want." She conceded.
"You mean you wouldn't be angry if I called a friend of mine, to make
use of your body?" I asked, testing her.
'If that's what you want." She confirmed. "I'm really in no position
to argue."
I assumed she was offering idle talk, while hoping to please me even
more.
I continued to grope. and lightly fondle her tits and belly, when I
noticed the bumps appear on her skin again. Add to that, her breathing
was becoming choppy.
As she lay there enjoying the attention, I asked a barrage of
questions. Little did I realize her total honesty, and committment.
I asked her if she'd consider a threesonme with another man or or
woman. Then I asked her if she was willing to be my sex slave, while
being forced to submit her entire body to my every whim.
To every question I asked, she reponded with the same generic answer.
"If that's what you really want, then I'll do it." She said excitedly.
I was ecstatic. I hoped I'd found the perfect sex slave slut, but only
time would tell, if she were really that entused to cooperate.
Instead of teasing her, I brought her off once more, by rubbig her
greay clit to extremes.
After another glorious cum, I untied her, and removed the blindfold.
ButI still needed to test her resolve.
"Would you like to suck my cock?" I asked.
Leaning over my lap, she answered with words, that forever burned into
my brain.
"I'm yours to command. Don't ask, just order me. I'll do whatever you
say." She responded, taking my half hard member into her mouth.
As the wave of my newfound power washed over me, I quickly became
erect and shortly thereafter, was shooting another healthy load down
her throat.
Greedily and without hesitation, she swallowed every drop.
Even afterwards, she tried to coax more of my seed out, for her to
savor.
After she finally released my sore aching cock from her mouth, I began
to get the feeling of love and repect for the woman.
We slept together in each other arms that night, and in the morning I
left her alone, while I left for work.
I had assumed she would find her own way home, and probably wish to
never see me again.
I'd been with enough women, that I knew the drill. In the heat of
passion, they'd willingly offer anything to me, but afterwards, they'd
write it off as experience. Usually, as an experience, they didn't
want to repeat.
When I returned home that evening, I found only a note she'd left
behind, on the night table.
"I had a great time." It said. "I don't want you to feel pressured,
but if you'd like to meet again, I'll be at your command, whenever you
want me. P.S. I think I love you. Your sex slave, Karen."
Outstanding, I thought. She was really serious, about being my sex
slave.
After reading the note, I took a quick shower, while debating her
words in my mind.
She probably was suffering from the after glow this morning, when she
wrote it, I thought. Once she comes to her senses, she'll have second
thoughts. I decided to wait a day or two, to see how sincere she was.
Over the next couple of days, I ignored the need to call her. Although
every time I'd think about her, my cock swelled immediately.
I even argued in my mind, about her looks and features. Eventually, I
determined that her face wasn't all that bad. I mean she wasn't
hideous or grotesque. And wearing that blindfold, made her extremely
sexy and sensuous.
On Thursday night, I got up the courage to call her. I was somewhat
startled and miffed, when she answered the phone.
"Yes master?" She said immedately, without waiting for my hello.
She had caller Id, which let her know who was calling.
"How are you?" I asked.
"I've been a bad girl master." She giggled. "I missed you so much,
that I've been touching myself, to relieve the anxiety. Are you going
to punish me?"
I'd never had an obscene phone call before, and it was kind of
exciting.
"Ah, I see." I said. "I guess you're due for a spamking. And if that
doesn't help, I'll have to loan you out to some strangers to use. I
know how to put a whore in her place."
"Whatever you decide master." She responded. "I am yours to use and
abuse."
I was totally stunned by her words. She really was a submissive woman.
As we carried on the idle conversation, I had numerous thoughts of
despicable things I could have her do.
We agreed to meet later that night, at my place. She was to wear only
her underwear, with a coat oiver the top, when she arrived. I informed
her that I demanded, total honesty and committment.
She voluntarily agreed.
To be sure she wasn't just playing, I also told her that she'd
required to sign, a slave-master agreement and disclaimer.
I'd seen one on the web, months earlier, and I could easily print it
out.
Without hesitation, she agreed to that as well, before hanging up.
I had a perpetual hardon, as I found the contract on line, and printed
it out.
While doing so, I read part of another slave owners demands, where he
insisted the slave devulge her entire sexual history.
I contemplated many other things I'd have Karen doing for me, as proof
of her willingness to serve me.
I had a quick bite to eat, while I typed up a questionaire, on Karens
past.
Many of the questions were very intimate, and would likely be
embarassing to answer.
Never the less, I wanted to test her to the limits, and I wanted to
know every minute deatil of her sexual history.
If she were willing to devulge this to me, I knew I'd be spending a
lot of time using her, and her magnificent body.
I had only finished my printing of the questionaie, shortly before
Karen rang the doorbell.
She was nervously fidgeting as I opened the door to greet her.
"Are you wearing what I requested of you?" I asked.
"Yes master." She said, staring into my eyes.
Glancing down the hall, and seeing no one there, I ordered her to
remove the coat and stand there.
Nervously she glaced quickly herself down the hall, before peeling off
the long coat.
Her body looked even more stupendous, than it did the last time I saw
it.
"You may come in." I said. "But from this moment on, you'll do as your
told, without looking to see if anyone else is watching you. I may
even place you on display for others, in the future, if you agree."
"Yes master." She said, with a slight shiver.
I assumed she wasn't really sexually excited as yet, but she really
wanted to please me. A life of insecurities, and low self esteem will
do that.
The possibilty of me degrading her, wasn't much of a turn on either, I
suspected. But having a chance to stay with someone who at least paid
attention to her, was better than a life of solitude, and lonely
nights.
I purposely had every light turnd on, in my living room. I wanted
nothing to be held in the shadows, when I had her answer the
questionaire, and sign the slave agreement.
I knew she must have been very desperate to find love, because her
demeanor never waivered, as she sat and waited for my orders.
I quietly handed her the questionaire, and asked her to fill it out
honestly. telling her that any falsification may lead to her being
asked to leave without any further requirements on my part.
Immediately she read the questions.
Her skin and body again took on a bright pink complection, as she
scanned the intimate questions.
Only once during her initial reading, did she look up at me, with
pleading eyes. Seeing little reaction in return, she continued to read
the remainder, and began jotting down her answers.
As she wrote, I could tell see was beginning to have second thoughts
and doubts about this arrangement, but never the less, finished
writting her entire life story in her answers.
While she did so, I fetched a glass of wine, to help her settle her
nervous inhibitions.
Finally, after a half an hour, and three more glasses of wine, she was
done.
Next I handed her, the slave master agreement.
Her hands were visibly trembling, as she read what I would be
expecting of her.
The part she liked the best of the agreement, was the fact that we'd
probably move in together, so she could volunteer her services to me,
whenever we were at home.
This meant we'd need a bigger place, because of her children, whom I'd
never even met.
Since my divorce, I managed to save a few bucks, and had enough for a
good down payment on a house if needed.
After she finally finished reading the contract, she signed it, and
handed it back to me.
It was done. In a little less than an hour, she had virtually given up
all rights, including her  mind, body, and soul, to my demands. There
would be no turning back after this.
I joined her on the sofa, for a toast, at her willingness to serve me.
I then took the questionaire, and quizzed her on her answers.
"So. You've been married once." I stated.
"Yes." She replied.
"Yes what?" I asked.
"Yes .... ah master."
"Good girl." I said. "Whenever we are home, I am to be acknowledged as
master. In public however, you may call me by my name, even though you
must still submit to my demands, whatever they are, and without
question or delay."
"Yes master." She agreed, by nodding her head.
I grabbed the questionaire, and began to question it's contents.
"So. You were born an only child, and only your mother survives. Is
that correct?"
Karen nodded.
"And, other than your children, she is the only relation, who lives
close by. Is that also correct, and what is her name?"
"Yes master. Her name is Betty. Betty Jones."
"You are divorced and have two daughters, who are fifteen and
seventeen." I stated. "And your ex lives out east with his new wife
and secretary, but sends child support payments, every month?"
"Yes master." The woman readily replied.
"What are your daughters names?"
"Stacy and Linda." Karen responded.
"Does your mother, or either of your daughters, have boyfriends?"
"No sir."
"Then it's entirely possible, they could use some hard cock as well.
Isn't that so?" I pressed.
"Yes. I suppose so." She mumbled nervously.
"You work an odd shift, at a convenience store, on the edge of town?"
"Yes. I do."
"You also understand that if acceptible, you may soon be living under
my roof, with your family?" I asked.
"Yes sir." She replied, becoming more secure in her answers.
Noticing that she was becoming more relaxed, I decided to push the
issue a little.
"I'm becoming a tad bit horny." I then stated. "Why don't you suck on
my cock while I contiue the screening process."
As I scanned through her written answers, Karen leaned over, and
unzipped my fly. Soon, with expert dexterity she had fished out my
semi erect member, and placed her lips around it.
"Accrding to this, your ex was the one who popped your cherry, and
after that you dated and fucked him, until you became pregnant. Is
that right?" I asked.
"Hmmmm mmph." She replied, with a mouthful of hard cock.
"You fucked him on average of once a week, until your youngest
daughter was born, and then he ran off with his secretary?" I
commented.
"Hmmm hmm." She replied, getting somewhat excited.
"This is getting me hot." I stated. "Take off your bra and panties,
and get yourself wet for fucking me. But please continue sucking me
off, until I'm ready for it."
Holding onto my erection with only her lips, she unhooked her bra, and
peeled down her panties.
Once she had stripped, one hand returned to steady my cock, while the
other began to work her clit over.
"Have you ever masturbated for you husband?"
"Mphhh mmmmm." She responded.
"Well, get used to it. Because your going to be doing a lot of that
for me, in the future. Understand?"
"Yes sir." She said, removing my cock from her lips, and gasping
temporarily.
"So in your entire life, only three men have slipped the bone to you,
it says."
"Mmmmmm hmmmm."
"Did you suck them off as well?"
"Only my husband, sir." She said with a grunt and a gasp, before
returning to her chore.
"And other than kissing, you've never been with another woman?"
Sliently, she shook her head.
"Since you've already signed the slave contract, you realize you'll be
servicing both men and women in the future, but only when I deem it
necessary."
"Yes sir." She replied.
"Good answer." I said. "Now, shove two fingers deep in your cunt, and
show me that you really want me as your master and lover."
With a grunt, she did as I commanded, and began to gyrate on the sofa.
"You are not allowed to cum, unless I allow it." I added. "We don't
want your nasty twat juice, staining the furniture, now do we?"
"Ahhhh, No sir." She groaned.
I could plainly hear her juices, sloshing as her fingers pumped into
her pussy. The sound was echoing throughout the room.
"I see, you've never had a hard cock up your ass before. Are you ready
to fuck me, and maybe allow me up your tight brown hole?"
"If .... if that's what you want. Please be gentle. I've heard it
hurts quite a bit." She agreed.
"That isn't my concern." I stated boldly. "Either your entire body is
at my disposal, or you can get the fuck out right now."
"Please no master." She begged softly. "I promise I'll obey. Whatever
you want is yours. I'll let you do anything at all."
"Bullshit! You'll let me." I said angrily. "I'll take you anyway I
want, anytime, and anywhere. Is that clear? I may even want a suck
job, with your daughters and mother present. Will you allow that as
well?"
"No sir." She answered quickly, understanding my meaning. "But you can
take me that way, if you wish. I am yours to use, as you see fit."
"I, and anyone else I see fit to loan you to, right?" I said,
correcting her.
"Yes sir." She answered reluctantly."
"Who knows, eventually I may have you service the neighbors dog, or
take you to the farm, for some big old horse cock. Then again, I may
use you as my own personal whore, and share you with the neighbors or
farmers as well." I added.
"If it is your wish, master." She obediently replied.
"Good. Then lay back and spread yourself for me. I want to see your
fat cunt, before I pump my jizz into it."
Immediately, Karen complied. She lay back, grabbed both of her ankles,
and held herself open to my gaze.
Baring her pussy for me during oral sex was one thing, but to
blatantly expose her intimate charms, while I inspected them, was
another story.
Never the less, even though she trembled with embarassment, she did as
I had ordered.
Karen large clit was already shiny and standing tall. It was ready for
action, and I wanted to find out how sensitive it was.
As if shooting a marble, I snapped against the bub of flesh, with my
thumb.
Instantly, Karen groaned and shook.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"A little painful, but it's okay." She gasped.
"Great." I stated. "If you ever fail to obey me, you'll find out how
tender and sensitive you are down here."
"Y ...yes sir." She hissed. "I understand."
Weilding control over this woman had my cock aching painfully. I
needed release, and I was about to take it brutally.
Silently, I crawled between her splayed thighs, and without pretense,
I plunged deep into her warm quivering flesh.
"Ughhh." She groaned with an exhale.
"How's my cock feel, compared to the others, that have fucked your
nasty hole?" I asked, buried deep inside of her.
"It feels so good, and soooo nig." She sighed.
"Maybe your pussy juice with lube it up good, so I can have that sweet
little asshole of yours. Okay?"
"Yes master." She said hesitantly. "If ... if that's what you want."
"That is what I want." I fired back. "But probably not right now. Have
you ever swallowed a mans cum?"
"Uh, no sir." She said quaking.
"Well you will today." I responded. "When I'm ready to cum, I want you
to beg me, to shoot it into your mouth. Are you willing to do that?"
"Yes master." Was her reply.
Because of her willingness to serve me, and the power trip I was on, I
was nearly ready to orgasm that second.
"Okay whore." I barked out. "Tell me where you want my frothy load of
semen."
"In ... in my mouth master." She sighed. "I want it in my mouth, so I
can swallow it all, and prove my worth to you."
Like lighning, I was out of the confines of her twat, and straddling
her face.
As soon as my glans rested on her tongue, I was ejaculating my seed
into her mouth.
I knew I wasn't shooting an awful lot, but by the exaggerated gulping
sounds Karen was making, you'd swear she was drinking a gallon of the
stuff.
Being unfamiliar with the taste and texture, she probably wanted in in
her belly quickly, so she wouldn't have to savor it's flavor.
For me it was a mindblowing climax, but for Karens part. it was just
something to please me.
As I pulled my limp cock from her mouth, I shuddered a little, and
watched as she grinned proudly. Even though she herself hadn't
attained an orgasm, she was very happy she'd pleased me.
"That was very good." I said, keeping a solemn face. After all, I
didn't want to give her the immpression she could manipulate me. "But
you didn't cum."
Sheepishly she smiled.
"I can't let you suffer like that." I added. "Please, go ahead and
mastubate for me. Get yourself off, and make it genuine."
She gave me a curious look.
"Hesitation will cause you to suffer my dear." I said. "Or are you a
pain freak?"
As of that time, I hadn't any means of punishing her, excepting the
belt in my pants.
Thinking quickly, I pulled it free and snapped it together, in a
doubled position.
Startled by the cracking sound, her hands went to her pussy, and she
began to vigorously rub her clit.
"Come on you whore." I shouted, causing her to jump again. "We don't
have all night."
The woman was quite naieve, and she had little experience, especially
performing in public.
I had her roll on to her stomach, and frig herself that way.
Still she was qwfully nervous.
When she felt the slap of the belt across her white jiggly ass, she
looked at me, and stared in disbelief.
"Get to it, or the next ones will be harder, and much more painful." I
said.
Karen suddenly realized, that I was quite sincere in my demands, and
rapidly began to hump the hand beneath her pussy.
After a few minutes of her manipulations, she was flailing her body,
and enjoying her own climax.
Afterwards, she lay there with pink skin, while jerking erratically.
Once her breathing became stable, I handed her, her coat.
As she glanced at me questioningly, I began to jot down the items, I'd
need to shop for.
A whip, a cat of nine tails, and a riding crop would suffice for now.
But eventually, I would have a completely stocked arsenal of pain
giving toys, ready for use on her sexy flesh.
"You may leave now." I stated, causing her to glare at me in
disbelief. "I will call you when your services are again required.
Meanwhile, think about how obediaent you shall become, and all the
things you will sacrifice for my pleasure. Modesty and privacy will
soon become a thing of the past for you. I will call you tomorrow, if
you are still willing to serve me as you have agreed to."
Once I was finished, I escorted her to the door, and slammed it behind
her.
I understood she'd have self doubts and concerns about the future, but
she would have to come to terms with that, if she really wanted our
relationship to continue.
Reading the questionaire over again, and seeing her signature on the
contract, made my cock lurch again. I was going to own this woman, and
maybe just maybe, her children and mother as well.
I wondered if they were also submissive as well.

End pt.1

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