Simone Part 31 – Inner Darkness

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, bitch?” I asked, and stepped up behind her.

“Yes, Kurt.” She replied. “I have had anal sex before.”

“Master!” I shouted and brought my right hand down onto her right ass-cheek so hard it left a mark. She yelped in pain and my cock twitched with excitement. The next slap was even harder to the same red-marked area, and she tried to stand. I forced her back down by pushing in the middle of her back.

“Down, bitch.” I hissed, and slapped her again. “What do you fucking call me?” I demanded, and gave her left cheek a backhander before bringing another stinging blow down onto her right cheek again. The welt would remain for some time at this rate, so she would need to hide her ass from her husband or have a good story to explain the hand shaped marks on her soft white flesh.

“I am your fucking master, fuck-whore and you will obey me and call me master or I will take every inch of skin of your butt before I tear it open with my fucking cock and then my whole fucking fist. Have you ever had a whole fucking fist inside you, bitch?” As I spoke, I continued to slap at her ass with my right hand, repeatedly going from her left cheek then to the right as hard as I could whilst pinning her down with my left hand.

“No, master.” She sobbed. “I have never been fisted. Please stop hurting me, master. Please!” She begged. I slapped her one last time then stopped my assault. The red welts on her ass would now certainly remain for some time, I thought. I did not care. In fact, there was some sadistic part of me that enjoyed the thought of her husband seeing what I had done to his wife.

“Now, one last time, Petra. If I ask you a question, or you speak to me for whatever reason when we are alone, you will not fucking call me Kurt. You will call me master. Do you finally understand or do I need to use my belt on you?” My tone was very threatening and the mention of my leather belt made her flinch.

“Please don’t use your belt, master. I mean yes, master, I understand. Please don’t hurt me. And yes, I have been fucked in the ass before. Several times in fact, master. Do you want to fuck me in the ass master?” She asked, and something in her voice suggested she would very much like me to fuck her in the ass.

“Spread your ass-cheeks, fuck-whore.” I demanded, and released the pressure on her back.

“Yes, master.” She whispered and reached back with both hands to spread her ass open again. I immediately saw that her pussy was now wet and glistening with her own juice. The beating had actually turned her on.

“You dirty fucking filthy fuck-bitch.” I whispered as I stooped to my trousers to pull my belt free. She heard the sound of the leather slipping through the material and a small click of my buckle and she flinched.

“Please don’t, master. Please, please don’t whip me. It will leave marks and my husband will…”

“Shut the fuck up.” I shouted and instead of whipping my belt onto her ass, as she probably expected me to do, I lashed at her right thigh, the leather lapping round her upper leg and making a cracking sound. It clearly hurt a lot, and she cried in pain.

“Ahhh! Please, please, please. Stop!” She bleated, and again I screamed at her to shut up

“I told you to shut the fuck up, bitch. Stop bleating like a fucking sheep, or I will take the skin off your legs and ass. Do you understand?” She clearly expected another lash, and her hands went defensively to her thighs. However, I took a step back and sent the next lash centrally up the full length of her spine, leaving a long red wilt just slightly right of the bone. She understood now, and remained silent.

“And who the fuck told you to stop spreading your fuck-holes, bitch?” This time my lash went to her right, missing her skin and crashing down onto the desktop just a couple of centimetres from her face. She quickly reached back with both hands and spread her ass open again.

“Good little fuck-bitch.” I whispered. “Now you fucking understand.” As I spoke, I took a step forward between her thighs. I took my cock in my right hand and without warning I pushed directly into her exposed cunt. She was soaking wet and I slid easily into her warm folds, pushing until my balls met her pubic bone. I stopped at full penetration, simply remaining buried in her soft, wet hole. It was a nice cunt. Clearly used to taking cocks of my size, but still tight enough to offer pleasure. Again, I thought how lucky her husband was.

“Straighten up.” I commanded, and urged her to lift her torso towards me until I could grab a handful of hair with my left hand. “Tell me where my cock is, bitch.” I whispered into her right ear.

“In my cunt, master.” She responded. “You cock is buried deep in my cunt.”

“And tell me what I am going to do with that cock, fuck-bitch.” I asked, and as I spoke, I released the pressure on her hair so I had the use of both my hands. I slipped the belt around her neck and fed the tip through the buckle, so I could pull it tight like a dog leash. She gasped at the pressure, but answered my question, clearly turned on by the way I was treating her.

“You are going to fuck me, master.” She whispered. “You are going to take me like a bitch and fuck my wet cunt. I want you to fuck me, master. Please fuck me, master.” She was literally begging and I knew she meant it. I pulled the belt even tighter and she struggled for air. I started to slip back out of the depths of her vagina, pulling out until only my glans were still engulfed, before pushing back into her again.

“Yes, fuck-bitch. That’s right. The master is going to fuck his little doggy in her open, wet filthy fuck-cunt. You like that don’t you fuck-bitch? You like having your master’s fat cock rammed into your wet fuck-hole, don’t you?” I whispered, and built up a little more speed. She groaned and pushed back to meet my thrusts.

“Yes, master.” She panted. “I like it. I like you fucking me. Please don’t stop.” She begged, and I did not stop. I swapped the belt to my left hand to free my right, and as I held her tight on the leash I pumped in and out of her cunt. I reached down with my right hand to get my fingers onto her clit. As I made contact, she squealed.

“Yes, yes, oh god yes!” She groaned and started humping back even harder, impaling herself on my rigid cock and grinding her clit onto my fingers. She was close to coming, and I now simply let her control the speed, depth and rhythm, knowing she was the expert on this. All women are. They know their own cunts, their own delicate spots better than any man ever could. If you want a woman to come, be dirty or loving to her depending on her taste. Tell her she is dirty or tell her she is a bitch, a princess, or beautiful; whatever she likes to hear, but make her do the fucking and/or the fingering. She will come. Perhaps the only exception to this is cunnilingus. A woman can obviously not lick her own cunt. At least not any woman I have met.

“That’s my good little fuck-bitch.” I encouraged. “Fuck that filthy, wet cunt onto my cock.” I said, and she did. She went wild, slamming her ass back onto my now stationary shaft. Ramming her cunt down until it bottomed out against my balls then pulling almost completely out again before repeating the process. She had also let go of her ass-cheeks, and the fingers of her right hand had now replaced mine on her dripping cunt. She was working herself up to her orgasm, and when it finally came, she cried with delight.

“Oh my fucking god… Oh Jesus, Jesus, mother of god.” She bleated and tremors shook her thighs and legs as she sent a flood of sticky cunt-juice over my balls and down the inside of her own thighs. “Oh my fucking sweet Jesus.” She finally exclaimed and collapsed her chest onto the desk as I slackened the belt enough for her to place the full weight of her torso onto the wooden surface.

“Good little fuck-bitch.” I whispered, and fondled her right ass cheek with my right hand, still holding the belt in my left. “Seems like you like your master’s cock quite a lot.” I laughed, and moved my hand to her left cheek. She was hot to the touch, sweat was pooling on her back in tiny droplets and still her orgasm sent shivers up her legs, thighs and up her back as my fingernails scratched across her buttocks.

“We’re not finished yet, fuck-toy.” I whispered, and tightened by grip on the belt, just a little. I was happy to have her chest flat on the desk for now, but there was another hole I needed to get to. My cock was still deep in her cunt, and it was still pulsating and hard. I slipped it from her sticky wet folds and let it flop into me right hand.

“Daddy needs to open your fucking ass now, and you bitch are going to spread your fucking cheeks again.” I whispered, and as a tiny shiver went up her body again, she reached back and obeyed my order. I did not hesitate as the tiny bud of her puckered butt-hole came into sight. I pushed the tip of my cock at it, and it opened a little, clearly used to accommodating anal fucking from her husband or other men in the past. I pushed harder, and again her anus dilated further, allowing my glans to pop inside behind her sphincter. As the head of my cock slipped into her, her butt-hole contracted again behind it, and squeezed delightfully around my swollen head.

“Where’s my cock?” I demanded. “Tell daddy where his cock is, fuck-toy. I want to hear you say it, bitch.”

“It’s in my ass.” She whispered. “Your cock is inside my ass, master.”

“Not quite, fuck-hole.” I whispered. “Not at all in fact. That is just the tip. This, sweet fuck-whore, is my cock.” I growled, and pushed with all my force into her tight ass, ramming my seventeen swollen centimetres deep into her bowels until my nuts finally slapped into her wet cunt. The sudden and deep penetration caught her off guard, probably causing at least some pain.

“Ahhhh…Jesus Christ…!” She groaned as I forced my meat inside her butt. “Oh my fucking God.”

“Now I am in your fucking ass, girl. That is my cock right up your fucking shit-hole, bitch, and I am now going to sodomise the fucking life out of you, fuck-toy.” I growled, and started to pull back out of her ass as I spoke. As her tunnel closed behind the withdrawing invader, she gasped and groaned. Then gave a tiny bleat of pain as I once again rammed the full length of my cock back into her anus.

“Now you can fucking tell me where my cock is, bitch. Now you can fucking tell me what I am fucking doing to your filthy little fuck-hole.” I growled, and she slipped her right hand from her ass check to clasp it onto her own mouth as she growled into her fingers.”

“Grrrr!” She groaned from the pit of her stomach as another deep thrust forced her thighs onto the edge of the desk. I tugged the belt tighter, and she let out another deep groan. A deep guttural, primitive sound similar to women giving birth. Yet she finally managed to speak.

“Your cock is in my ass, master.” She panted. “You are fucking my butt. You are tearing my poor little ass open with your cock, and I fucking love it. Fuck me. Please, please fuck me. Fuck my ass, daddy.”

I had not told her to call me daddy, and I thought about punishing her for it, but I liked it. Instead, I gave an extra vicious thrust and yanked her torso up off the table with the belt around her neck.

“Straighten up, bitch.” I hissed, and though she cried at the brutal thrust into her guts, it only came out as a spittle gargle due to the leather cutting into her windpipe. I pulled the belt even tighter. She started to breathe heavily through her nose, and I could hear snot and tears rattling with each breath. I was choking her to death and sodomising her as I did it. If she was going to survive this, I would need to come soon, very soon.

“Good fucking anal fuck-whore.” I growled. “You don’t get any air bitch. Not until I have filled your shit-hole with come.” I growled and fucked her even harder. Looking down I could see the edge of the table was cutting into the soft skin of her thighs, and I knew there would be bruising from that. I did not care. I was possessed. The only thing I knew or cared about was ramming my cock into her anus as hard, as fast and as deep as I possibly could. Again, I pulled out and rammed my full length back into her ass. This was a fucking amazing piece of anal. Not the best I have ever had, but fuck me her ass was good.

“I have to give it to you Petra. You have a fucking good butt, bitch. Your husband is a fucking lucky motherfucker. How often does he get to poke your ass Petra, tell me?” I asked, but of course, poor Petra could only gargle and blow snot as she struggled to get enough air not to black out. Her hands were now at her own throat and her fingers were scratching at the leather, desperately trying to ease its lethal grasp on her windpipe. I wondered if she truly thought she was about to die that day. Again, I pulled the belt even tighter.

I knew Petra would not die that day. I am not fucking stupid and I am definitely not a murderer. I have strangled many, many women and girls in this way, even causing some of them to black out, but I have never killed any of them. I love the panic, their fear of dying. I love how it tightens their bowels, giving my cock even more pleasure as I anally rape them and I love the power it gives me, having their lives in my hands as I fuck the living shit out of them. Literally. I love them knowing that I own them in that moment. I love looking forward to that second when I finally empty may balls into their ass and release my grip on the belt. I love how they gasp and gulp for air as I grab their hips and impale them fully with my squirting cock. I love holding their trembling bodies as the last of my seed fills their guts and they finally realise that they are breathing again; that they are not going to die after all. Then I love accepting their gratitude for letting them live, as they willingly clean my soft, spent and sometimes extremely dirty cock with their mouths. I love all of these things, and now it was Petra’s turn to provide me with that love.

The orgasm built quickly once I realised how close Petra was to passing out. Her fingers had slipped from her neck and her arms flopped beside her body. She was still conscious, but her breathing was less desperate though much more rasped. I knew this moment well. The point where the person gives up and accepts their fate. Petra had given up and was drifting into unconsciousness. I came, pushing as deep as I could into her ass, I sent the first wave of spunk into her guts and loosened the belt around her neck. She immediately started to gasp for air and to cough the build-up of snot, phlegm and bile onto the desk.

“That’s it fuck-bitch.” I groaned as I spent my seed inside her anus. “You get some air into your lungs while you still can, because soon my cock is going to be back in your mouth suck-bitch.” I stated, and I meant it, though I doubt Petra even registered that I was speaking to her as she gulped gratefully at the now available air and wiped her face with her hands. Only when I finally felt the last squirt of sperm leave my now softening cock did I pull out of her ass.

“Ok suck-bitch.” I stated, taking a step back from the desk. “I know you are still trying to breathe and to get your head straight, but I need you to get off the desk, turn round and get on your fucking knees. Right now.” As I gave her the order, I slapped her right ass cheek. Not as hard as before, but enough to make her jump to life.

“That’s it honey-pot.” I said gently. “Stand up slowly so the blood doesn’t rush to your head. That’s a girl.” I encouraged, and Petra slowly wobbled to her feet before turning to face me. “Take the belt off your neck and drop it onto the table.” I added.

As Petra removed the leather from her neck, I immediately saw the damage I had done to her delicate white skin. There was a bright red ring tinted with blue bruising encircling her entire neck. There was no explaining that to her husband. Outside or at work she could hide it with a roll neck or a scarf, but once she was at home, her husband was bound to see the damage eventually. Damage that was not going away any time soon. Petra saw me staring at her neck and raised the fingers of her right hand to touch the bruised skin gently with the tips of her fingers. She flinched immediately.

“Ouch.” She whispered, and gazed up at me with tears welling in her eyes. “What will I tell him?” She begged. “What will I tell my…”

“Husband?” I cut her off finishing her question. “That is seriously not my problem, bitch.” I said unsympathetically. “My problem is you still not being on your fucking knees with my dirty fucking cock in your mouth. I will give you exactly three seconds, bitch, to get down there and start licking and sucking the ass-juice and spunk off my cock before I use that belt on you again. One… Two.” I did not need to say three. Petra was already on her knees and immediately slurped my sticky limp cock into her mouth, using her right hand to guide it in.

“Yo, suck bitch. That’s a good girl. Clean all that nasty shit of daddy’s meat.” I groaned as I felt the pleasurable warmth of her mouth. “And don’t forget my balls and thighs cleaning-lady. You spilt some serious cunt juice over me there, baby. Now you get to clean up your mess.”

Petra spent the next few minutes cleaning me with her mouth and tongue, licking and slurping on my flaccid cock and licking around my balls and up and down my inner thighs. The whole time she sobbed quietly, and I knew she was devastated by the thought of facing her husband with the bruises and marks I had left on her neck, buttocks and thighs. Marks that might take weeks to go away and that were clearly sexual by nature. I decided to give her some advice.

“Look, Petra.” I started as she slipped my cock out of her mouth and pointed it up with her hand so she could get to my balls. I groaned and as her tongue flicked at my sack. My cock twitched but did not yet harden. I continued speaking. “Look. I know you are worried about your husband.” I said.

“He will be devastated.” She said softly, glancing up at me with her beautiful but sad eyes.

“Listen.” I continued. “The way I see it is you have two choices. You can lie to him and say you were raped or something. Tell him some stranger jumped you or kidnapped you and did all of that to you. That would be choice one. But I would advise against it. Not only because he will want to call the police, but because rape does some strange shit to men’s brains, Petra. It could and quite possibly would still destroy your marriage. It would eat him up inside and mess with his head.”

“But it would be the truth.” She said bitterly. “I was raped. I was blackmailed into allowing you to rape me, Kurt.” She added, and I slapped her hard across the face, taking her fully by surprise. The blow was not so hard, but it still knocked her off her knees. She gazed up at me, shocked and with even more tears welling in her eyes.

“Master, bitch!” I hissed. “I am still your fucking master. And yes you fucking fuck-bitch. I fucking took your face, cunt and mouth and you fucking loved it you filthy fucking whore. And now I am trying to help save your fucking marriage and you need to call me master. Do you fucking understand?” As I said this, I stepped past her to the table and retrieved my belt. She got the idea and started to panic.

“Yes, yes, master.” She flustered. “I’m so sorry, I forgot. I’m sorry master.” As she blurted her apologies, she scrambled across the floor on her knees and let her face drop to my feet. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” She said, and immediately started kissing my feet and making her way up my ankle to my leg, kissing and teasing with her tongue.

“Please don’t punish me, master.” She begged. “I will obey you from now on, I promise.” As she wept this last part, she was already kissing her way up my thighs, switching from one leg to the other, moving her face slowly up to my crotch. My cock started to harden, and she took it in her hand. “Please help me, master. Tell me what I should do.”

“Well for a fucking start, you can suck my cock as you’ve made it hard again, and whilst you slurp and slobber on my cock and balls, I will give you another option to deal with your husband. In fact, a much, much better option where everyone wins. You, your husband and even possibly me.” I said softly.

“Please tell me, master.” She whispered softly and fed my hardening cock into her mouth. I groaned and took her soft blond head in my hands as she started to suck me off. I had intended on pissing in her mouth and making her drink it, but still did not need to piss. I may as well see if she could make me come again, I thought, and knew she would.

“Listen, Petra.” I started, struggling to concentrate past the amazing things she was doing with her tongue and mouth. She was a fantastic cocksucker and I simply let her do the work as I advised her on what to do. “You are the power-person in your marriage, I’m guessing. I also bet you earn the most money, right?” I asked, and she slipped my now fully hard cock out of her mouth to answer.

“Yes.” She stated. “I guess you could say that. My husband is a soft, warm and very gentle man and I love him very, very much, but I am the alpha at home, as I always have been in the office. My husband is a stay-home husband. I earn all the money.” She then added, and why was I not surprised?

“Ok.” I went on. “Tell him. Tell him that you love him and want to spend the rest of your life with him but that you slipped up and had sex with another man. Tell him you have come to realise that you are not completely fulfilled, but make it clear that it is not his fault and that you love him. Blame yourself. Your inner ‘dirty’ side. Talk dirty to him. Get him hot. Tell him you have wild fantasies about being raped and dominated. Even tell him that what happed today started as a rape if you want, but that it excited you and that you came whilst I fucked you in your cunt and that you came whilst I fucked you in your ass.”

“But.. erm.” She started, slipping my cock from between her lips. “It will kill him.” She said, and then started to lick my balls, holding my cock up to my belly. For someone ‘so’ concerned she was doing some fucking amazing shit with my cock and balls. She was enjoying this, the humiliation of facing her husband. I saw it clearly now. She wanted me to tell her how to face her husband, because the thought of doing so, of telling him what I had done to her was making her horny. I decided to play along.

“No it won’t.” I continued. “Not if you do it right. Tell him you love sex with him, but that you also need another man to treat you like a whore. Like a fuck-toy. Another man who spits in your face and forces his cock down your throat, who whips and strangles you and abuses you. Tell him how much you love having my spunk in your throat, ass and cunt. How you loved been made to eat it. Tell him how I made you eat my asshole, lick it out, and tell him how much you loved it.”

“Oh my fucking God.” She whispered, and her mouth quickly found my cock in order to engulf it. She even pushed down into her own throat. I continued.

“Beg him for his understanding, for his tolerance and for his continued love despite your dark side. Then get on your knees and suck his cock as fucking well as you are sucking mine now, because believe me, after you have said all the things I just told you to say, he will have a fucking hard-on the size of the bloody Eifel Tower. Suck the spunk out of his balls then cry and tell him you went too far, today. Then show him the bruises.”

“But, but.” She stuttered.

“Trust me.” I said. “A man will forgive anything when his cock is inside a woman’s face. You can literally blow him into accepting whatever you want.”

“He begs me.” Petra suddenly admitted. “He begs me to suck him off. He loves it, so in that sense you are right. I guess I use it as a weapon quite a lot, too. I mean, usually I just tell him what to do and he does it, but I love seeing him go weak and turn to mush if he thinks his birthday has come early. He’s like a puppy wagging its tail when I tell him I’m going to suck his cock. That and if I let him in my butt. He’s just so fucking gentle about it. He does not ass-fuck me; he makes love to my butt as he puts it.”

“See.” I smiled down at her. “I told you I had an option for you.”

“You said an option that would be good for my husband, for me but also for you.” She said glancing up at me, my cock still in her hand and a querying look on her face.

“Ah, yes.” I laughed down at her as I encouraged her to return my glans to her mouth by pushing gently on her head. She opened without hesitation and let my cock slip into her warm face.

“That’s the cool part.” I continued. “You see, once you have confessed your dirty need for domination, something he can never give you, and once you have sucked his soul out through his cock and shown him that damage I did to you, you hit him with the next part of the plan.” I said, and again she popped my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me puzzled.

“The next part of the plan?” She asked, yet I sensed she knew where I was going with this.

“Yes.” I smiled and pushed her face back onto my cock, “Keep sucking, suck-bitch, and I will fill you in.” I laughed at my own bad joke and even Petra giggled as my cock entered her mouth once more.

“You tell him you want to do it with me again.” I stated and she actually coughed in surprise. I guess she did not know where I was going with this, after all. “Not only that you want me to rape all your holes again, and whip you, and to strangle you, but that you want him to be there. Tell him you want him to watch me abusing your body.” As I said this, Petra tried to pop my cock out her moth again in order to speak, to protest what I was saying, but I held her head in place and began a slow but shallow fucking motion, getting ready to come again.

“Keep sucking, bitch.” I commanded, and went on explaining my plan. “Sure, he will balk at first and protest. But then you tell him you need it, that the idea of having his cock in your throat whilst I fuck you in the ass makes you so damn hot that you now want to suck him off again despite still having the taste of his spunk fresh in your mouth; say exactly that to him. Lick your lips, and say come on honey, give me some more cream to eat; but then ask him if instead he would prefer to butt-fuck you. Then giggle at him and say or how about you butt-fuck me baby, and then I’ll suck your cock again. You know, get it nice and clean after it has been in my dirty ass. I promise you Petra, at this point he will agree to anything.” A mumble of what sounded like approval came from Petra’s throat, where I now pushed my swollen cock.

“Now swallow bitch.” I groaned and sent what little sperm my balls could muster into Petra’s throat and mouth, noticing that as I had been explaining how to deal with her husband, she had started strumming her pussy with her left hand.

“You dirty fucking cunt.” I laughed as I drained my seed into her eager mouth. “You can also explain to your husband that you yearn to be double penetrated.” I added, and felt her flinch at the thought of it. “Tell him that he and I will be doing you in both holes at the same time, fuck-whore, and tell him just how much that excites you.” I slipped my cock from her mouth and wiped the last drop of spunk over her lips. “Good little sperm eating whore.” I whispered, and grabbed my trousers from the floor. It was time to go. “Oh, and do it tonight. Let me know tomorrow what he said. I added.

“Yes, daddy.” She whispered, her pretty face smiling up at me as I pulled on my trousers. Pity that I still did not need to piss. Oh well, next time.

I left Petra to head back home to Simone and Lena with a big, big smile on my face. I had just fucked a beautiful woman in all her holes. A woman who had been my boss for years and who was now my new fuck-toy. I had often thought about getting my cock into Petra, but was always in fear of her reaction to any advances that I might make. Now I know that if I had done it right, she would have been my cock-whore much sooner. Still, plenty of opportunity now to make up on that I thought and laughed aloud. What a fucking day. I had quit my job without actually quitting being paid, turned my ex-boss into my plaything and I had secured the free time I needed to get on with fucking up Tom and his life. Life was good today.

As I walked out of the office building, I wondered if Petra would go along with my plan. Would she actually tell her husband the truth? The whole truth and nothing but the truth? You see, because everything I had said to Petra on how she could best deal with her husband and explain the bruising I had inflicted upon her was the truth. Petra did enjoy being dominated, whipped and raped. She loved being treated like a filthy whore and being spat on and throat-fucked. I had simply brought out Petra’s inner darkness, and a little bird told me she would somehow try to sell this newfound inner whore to her poor weak husband. At least I hoped she would, and hey, Petra and I would throw the poor bastard a bone or two from time to time, so he should be fucking grateful for my work.

Either way, from this day on I would fuck, ass-fuck, throat-fuck and abuse Petra whenever I wanted. I started to sing. “Baby don’t worry, about a thing, ‘cause every little thing’s gonna be alright.”

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