"Walk," he said simply, his voice sounding like a dry croak.

She felt like the goddess of lust. She walked and felt her hips slide inside the slippery metallic skirt. Her nipples were hard and rubbed teasingly against the tight fabric of the top. From the height of her heels she no longer felt like a student drudge. She felt very adult, sexy and dangerous, and her feelings were reinforced by what she saw in his eyes. She was filled with a confidence she'd never felt before, and she didn't even wobble as she walked across the floor. She stopped, spun like a model and pulled it off, then stopped and let him have a good look at her in profile.

She was so keyed up she was afraid she might giggle with sheer pleasure, and the look of raw lust on his face was so extreme it was almost amusing. She had a sudden urge to tease him. Her fear and resistance were gone now, as if the power had shifted from him to her and she was calling the shots now It was an intoxicating feeling.

She made a show of doing something with her hair so that she could raise her arms, hiking up her breasts so they hung rich and full on her chest, and he just sat there and stared. She could see his cock tenting the front of his pants, could almost see it pulsing with his heart beat, and on impulse she turned her back to him and bent over, putting her hands on her knees and causing her skirt to rise up in the back and showing just a hint of the bottom of her ass and her puff of pubic hair where it showed through her legs.

"Don't you think this skirt is too short?" she asked innocently.

"Come here," he breathed, and Vanessa couldn't repress a giggle. "Come over here."

This is how she'd always wanted to feel: irresistibly sexy, and powerful enough to keep a man under her thumb just from his wanting her. She liked walking on the edge, never knowing when she might push him so far that he'd explode, grab her and force her to do all sorts of terrible, obscene things.

As she walked over to him, she suddenly felt conscious of their difference in age. She was young, not even out of school, at the very peak of her body's ripeness. He was old enough to be her father, experienced and supposedly mature enough to control his feelings. She felt like a little slave girl who'd caught the fancy of the old and powerful king, and she liked the feeling.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his lap and she fell on him with a little squeal of alarm. He pressed his face against her tits and his hand slid right up under her skirt to her naked pussy, puffy with excitement and ready to be used.

"You little tramp!" he hissed at her. "What happened to the good girl now, huh? What happened to the good little Vanessa?"

She laughed with excitement as his hand stroked her cunt and he licked at her nipple through the top. "I lied." she said, "I am a slut. But what are you going to do about it, baby?"

The words came easily to her, even as she shocked herself by saying them. It was like her dress-up game: those are the kinds of things she said to her imaginary lover when she would look in the mirror and pose for herself, calling him baby and lover and stud as she stroked her nipples and dipped a finger into her wet slit.

He grabbed her face in his hand and kissed her roughly, his beard scratching her, as he opened her up and pushed a thick finger into her.

"Mmmmm!" she screamed into his mouth, pushing her hips forward against his hand as she felt him enter her. His touch felt so good; his roughness was like an aphrodisiac, and she opened her thighs before squeezing them tightly around his hand. She wanted it like this. She was a slut and she needed to be punished for acting this way; she needed his violence: it thrilled her.

"Stand up!" he said and he pushed her off his lap as she mewled with disappointment. He stood up and spun her around so her back was to him, and she felt him wrapping rope around her wrists yet again.

Truthfully, though, she loved the rope. She loved being bound and helpless, unable to defend herself, and she loved the way being bound pushed her tits out. She knew it just increased his lust too, just made him hotter and wilder, and when he spun her back around to face him she had the nerve to give him a sultry little pout.

That was going too far, and he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

"You fucking whore!" he hissed at her as his free hand roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, sliding over her stomach to stroke her pussy. "You know just what you're doing! Coming off like the innocent little college girl, then you get some sexy clothes on and you're nothing but a hot cunt! I knew it all along, you fucking tease."

His words made her gasp. She loved it. She closed her eyes and bit her lip and let them wash over her like the hot spray of a shower.

"Well you know what's going to happen to you, baby?" he went on, whispering in her ear so close she could feel his hot breath, "I'm going to tie you up good and tight and see just what kind of slut you are. I'm going to shove my big, hard cock in you, Vanessa, and I'm going to fuck the hell out of you! Fuck you hard, baby; hard and deep, stretch that little pussy wide open and give you the fucking you've been asking for."

She groaned at the force of his words and he pulled her head back again.

"And then you're going to suck my cock, open that sweet mouth and take me in your mouth and suck on me. Every good whore loves to suck cock, doesn't she, baby, and I already know you're real good. You�ll suck my cock till I shoot my come all over your cock-sucking face, slut, and then you'll wipe it all up and swallow it."

"But first," he said, "I got something else for you."

She was on fire now, and she needed him badly. Her hips had started moving of their own accord, trying to rub against him, and she felt all liquid inside. He let go of her hair, turned, and dropped his pants, groaning with relief as his cock was able to spring free inside his shorts. Vanessa saw the wet spot in front and her nostrils flared as she imagined his tool in her mouth, how depraved it would look.

He sat down with his shorts still on and pulled her down. She went to sit on his lap again but he spun her around somehow, manhandling her until she was over his knee and she realized that he was going to spank her.

This was something she'd never envisioned in her games, and this time she felt real alarm as he slid her miniskirt up over her naked ass.

"Wait! Mr. Taylor! Wait!" but he held her down with his arm in the small of her back, and with her hands tied behind her there was nothing she could do.

In her whole life she'd never been hit, and it was degrading to be treated like a child and taken over his knee when she'd just been feeling like such an adult.

"You know why you're getting this?" he asked her as he squeezed her naked cheeks. "Because you're such a fucking whore, Vanessa! You're totally out of control. You're a slut and you'll do anything for cock, won't you?"

Before she could even decide to answer she felt rather than saw him raise his hand, and he brought it down with a loud smack on her ass, making her squeal and sending a surge of heat through her body. He spanked her again, and she jumped, her eyes wide.

She could feel his cock pressing into her stomach, rock hard as she tried to protect her ass with her tied hands, but he just spanked her again and again until all she felt was a generalized burning that melted into the hot need in her pussy. But worse than the pain was the very humiliation of being treated this way, humiliation that built her excitement even higher. She loved his male power and strength, the way he took no shit from her, the way he made her hurt.

After a few spanks she stopped struggling, waiting for every blow, each slap like the thrust of a cock into her pussy, the same delicious pain, and her squeals of alarm became low, throaty moans of gratification as her hips began to grind against his cock.

And it was only fair, after the way she'd teased and taunted him. She deserved it, and she was glad he was there to give it to her. She was a whore; there was nothing she could do about it but take her punishment for her own filthy desires, though each slap on her naked and trembling ass only made her hotter, made her think of even filthier things she wanted him to make her do.

Then suddenly she was on her knees on the floor and he was standing over her. He skinned his shorts down and she saw his gorgeous cock, big and stiff and gleaming with his secretions, his big balls hanging below. This wasn't the bright eager stalk of a boy, but a man's veteran piece, a thick and experienced and rough-looking thing covered with veins and ridges like a club, almost scary.

He pushed it against her lips and she opened her mouth and tilted her head back as he pushed it over her tongue and she felt the bulk fill her up. He tasted salty and musky and she closed her eyes and explored him as far as she could with her tongue.

"Come on whore!" he said. "You know how to suck! Suck me!"

He had fucked her mouth before, when he took her on her own bed, and she remembered the deliciously thick, hard, male feel of him in her mouth. But she was on her knees now, kneeling like a slave before him, and that made this even more exciting.

She'd only begun though when he pulled his cock from her mouth, leaving her panting and bewildered. He grabbed her arm and started to pull her to her feet.

"Come on." he said. "We're going to the bedroom."

"Why?" she said. "Fuck me here. Fuck me on the floor."

"You little bitch!" he said, lifting her to her feet. "You giving the orders now? On your feet."

In her heels she was as tall as him, maybe taller. The red tank top was already sweated through between her breasts and on her back, and her ass was bright red from the spanking. She let him propel her by the arm out of the living room and across the hallway, her heels rapping sharply on the hardwood floor. She climbed the stairs to the second floor unsteadily

Vanessa was dizzy with arousal, her head swimming and her cunt feeling achy and congested. Her ass hurt from the spanking and she staggered slightly as he led her down the hallway upstairs, her hands tied behind her. They passed his kids' rooms. She got a glance of his daughter's frilly bed, his son's room with all the posters on the wall, and he steered her down to his own bedroom: his wife's bedroom.

There were family pictures on the walls, on the dressers, and as she stood there she felt even more of a whore, a home wrecker, an adulteress. This was the bed where he slept with his wife; their marriage bed. He came up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her savagely to him and kissed her hard, shoving his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it like it was his prick.

"Fuck me!" she said as he pulled away. "Fuck me!"

He spun her around so that she was facing the mirror over the dresser and she looked at herself in shock, her hair a mess, her arms pinned behind her back, the tiny skirt barely covering her pussy. Her lips were swollen with desire and her eyes hazy with lust. She was a whore; a cock-sucking slut, and she was proud to see herself that way.

She watched in the mirror as his hands came around her and closed over her tits. He took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed, slowly at first, then harder, until pain shot through her body and she hunched her shoulders forward trying to protect herself.

"You like that, don't you?" he said as he let her go. "You like it when I hurt you."

"Just fuck me!" she said again, her voice a husky whisper. "I want it."

He pushed her onto the bed and she fell on her back. Immediately he was between her legs, sliding the mini skirt up over her hips. He held himself up on his extended arms and she looked up into his hard, determined face.

She knew what he was seeing, and she stuck her tongue out and waggled it at him invitingly, a gesture intended to make herself look even sluttier than she already did. It had its effect and she saw desire burn like rage in his eyes

"I'm going to fuck you now." he said. "I'm going to fuck your pussy and then I'm going to fuck your ass."

"Yes!" she cooed. She looked straight into his eyes and without a hint of shame she said, "Fuck my pussy and fuck my ass. Do it all to me, Mr. Taylor. Fuck me everywhere. I want it all."

He took a deep breath through his nose, thrust his hips forward and impaled her on his cock, shoving his rod right through the fleshy sleeve of her pussy, all the way in.

Vanessa cried out and arched up to him as though she'd been jolted with electricity. Her hips lunged up off the bed so that only her head and heels still touched the mattress, driving her cunt up over his plunging cock, wanting it, wanting all of it.

"Oh God!" she gasped as he pushed into her, so hard, so demanding. He felt huge and thick; massive, and she felt tiny beneath him, open and defenseless.

She fell back to the mattress and Taylor grabbed her ass and pulled her up to him, shoving his cock back into her as if trying to batter her resistance down and make room for himself inside her, snapping his hips hard and the end of his down stroke to make her grunt. Her young snatch was tight around him, swollen and turgid with blood, her muscles quivering as they tried to adjust to his size.

She couldn't hide the pleasure she felt, pleasure not only physical, but lewd and lascivious as she pictured what she must look like with her arms tied behind her back, her skirt gathered around her waists and her young thighs wide open, Mr. Taylor's big cock stuffed inside her tiny pussy

He was brutal to her and she loved it, knowing instinctively it was a sign of his desire, his lust for her, and when he kissed her she opened her mouth and moaned out her slutty pleasure to him.

With her arms tied and trapped beneath her there was nothing she could do but let herself be fucked by this violent man, and she spread her legs wide and pressing her cunt against him, arched her tits up against his hard chest. He pressed her down hard into the mattress; she could hardly breath and she had to break the kiss to gasp for breath.

Turning her head she could just see their reflection in the mirror, see his naked, muscular ass flex obscenely as he drove his meat into her and see her own feet still in those whore's shoes shake with each savage thrust. It was masochistic heaven; she'd never felt used, so filled, so totally fucked, as if she had a wild bull between her legs.

Her excitement quickly climbed to the breaking point, egged on by the sight of herself in the mirror, and when he grabbed her nipples again and twisted them she thrilled as the pain seared her body, exploding into a wet little orgasm that she choked back by biting her lip.

A few minutes of this savage pounding and he pulled out of her, leaving her cunt pouting after him, twitching with the loss of his big rod. She opened her eyes to see him reaching for a jar on the nightstand, scooping up some gel onto his fingers, some lubricant. But her attention was on his big, heavy cock, glistening with her own juices as it throbbed before him, and she thrilled when he shoved it back into her, blotting out any thoughts as he stretched and filled her once again.

As he fucked her he ran his hand below her ass and she felt his fingers reaching up beneath her towards her pussy. There was the kiss of something cold against her anus, and then his finger was pressing against her there, pushing her asshole before it slid inside, making her cry out again.

"Oh yes!" she wailed. "Put your finger in my ass! Do it to me!"

It was wonderfully degrading, the thought of him assaulting her ass, this feeling of fullness in her bowels as his cock slithered in and out of her cunt. His finger was in her asshole, violating her, showing no respect, worming around and stretching her out, and she'd never felt anything so nasty, so lewd and dirty.

"You like that, whore?" he panted in her ear. "You like my fingers in your ass? You do don't you? Don�t you?"

"Yes!" she moaned. "It's good! I love it! Fuck me!"

"You're my slut, aren't you baby? You're my own little slut!"

His finger slid farther into her and sparks went off in her brain. "Oh yes! I'm your slut! Do whatever you want to me! Do everything!"

Her extended her tongue obscenely and let him take it between his lips and suck on it as he fucked her and fingered her asshole, both of them grunting and moaning, chills running through her body as her orgasm approached like a runaway train.

But suddenly he pulled out, making her wail with frustration. She squeezed him with her thighs, wanting him back inside her, but he was dipping back into the jar of lube again, and smearing it all over his cock.

"Oh God!" she whispered as she realized what he was going to do. He scooped up more of the lube and wiped it against her anus, and she looked at him with astonishment and desire. She was frightened; she'd never done this before, and yet she wanted it. It would be the ultimate assault on her, her total surrender.

He turned her over, and she started to raise her ass to him, but he slapped her down. She was surprised when he untied her wrists then rolled her over on her back again.

"Hold on to the headboard." he said. "And do as I say."

She did as she was told and he picked up her legs and pressed her knees back against her chest. She watched him as he looked down at his cock and she realized that he was going to fuck her ass from the front, even more degrading. She squealed as she felt the head of his cock searching through the smeared grease on her ass looking for her tiny opening, and she jerked when he found it.

"Spread your ass, Vanessa. Spread your cheeks apart."

"Oh God! I can't!" she wailed.

"Do it!" he shouted, the look in his face scaring her.

He reached beneath her and pulled her buttocks apart, clenching her eyes shut tight as he guiding his cock to her anus and pressed forward.

Instinctively she clenched tight when she felt him there, and she could hear him panting and grunting with effort as he tried to fit the enormous head of his cock to her asshole.

Somehow he managed to get the head past the tight ring of muscle and it popped inside her. He leaned all his weight against it and Vanessa felt herself give, trembling and shaking before his incredibly hard cock.

"No! Oh no!" she wailed, letting go of her ass and pressing against his chest, but he ignored her and continued to sink his prick slowly into her ass, filling her with the most incredibly salacious feelings. Her mouth opened wide and a low, animal groan came out as he filled her belly with his prick, plundering her most private place, shoving his cock into her very body.

She began panting from the pain, fast and shallow, taking a deep breath only to howl out her feeling of violation, and yet she loved it. She knew that this was the ultimate act, the most humiliating, most degrading. Truly she was no more than a whore now, taking his cock up her ass like a slave. Her nipples were rock-hard with excitement, her pussy throbbed in sympathy and chills ran up her spine.

He was maybe half-way in when he stopped, gasping for breath, his eyes burning into her in her shame. He flexed his cock in her and she cried out again, he was so huge, so alive inside her. She didn't know what to do with her hands. They pushed at his hips to keep him out, then clawed at the bedspread, then covered her face. But he wasn't going to withdraw. She was going to get fucked in the ass, just as he'd promised, and her whole body trembled in frightened arousal.

"Gimme your hands." he said to her, flexing his cock again. "Hurry! Play with your pussy! Play with your cunt, whore. I want you to beat off while I fuck your ass!"

"Oh! Oh!" she couldn't even tell him no. She just let him put her hands on her pussy as he pulled his cock out a fraction of an inch and then pushed back into her, making her feel as if he were pushing her insides around. The feelings were so intense she hardly paid attention to what she was doing as she began to rub her pussy. But soon the pleasure of caressing herself lessened the pain of the anal invasion and replaced it with a terribly lewd and filthy pleasure that made all rational thought impossible.

He fucked her slowly, tentatively, pulling out and pushing in, feeding a bit more of his prick into her stretched ass with every stroke. His eyes were locked on her hands as she masturbated, and Vanessa gave a quavering moan as she realized that he was watching her so closely and that it was starting to feel good.

She found her clit with one hand and began to rub herself, her fingers brushing against his shaft just an inch or two below her. Her tongue came out and she licked her upper lip at the deliciously obscene feelings he was giving her, and then she started masturbating for real, egged on by the thought of what a total whore she had become.

He fucked her steadily but carefully now, studying her face in her agony of pleasure and shame as her masturbation became more and more frantic. The juice from her pussy poured down over his cock, lubricating it and easing his entrance further. She was alive all over, a mass of seething sensation in her ass and her cunt, down her legs, her breasts, everything was on fire, and her hands dug cruelly at her pussy as he fucked her ass.

She couldn�t tell whether she was coming or not, it had all merged into one unbearably erotic sluice of feelings. She was screaming constantly, yelling out and saying things she didn�t even hear, begging him to fuck her hard, to ride her ass, telling him she was coming and urging him to shoot his semen into her.

The tendons in her neck stood out as she raised her head to watch her fingers at her pussy, and it suddenly hit her now what a total slut she had become, letting him fuck her ass while she masturbated for him; taking pleasure in her own degradation, and as she realized how far she had fallen she exploded into fragments of unbearably shameless ecstasy, giving herself over to this salacious fucking, coming as she never had before.

She felt his cock throb inside her, and then he was crying out and pumping his hot seed into her ass, clawing at her, pulling her hair, making her take it as he shot again and again, scalding hot in her rectum. Vanessa's eyes rolled back in her head, sightless, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue as if he were coming in her mouth. She beat on his body with her fists, urging all the come out of him. Then she just seemed to go up and over, out of her body and into a black void of excruciating pleasure and pain, and she lost consciousness.

She was not out long, for she felt his deflated cock pull from her asshole trailing strings of his gism over her ass. She couldn't move. It was as if the muscles in her body just would not respond, and she lie there twitching and jerking in the aftermath of orgasm as Mr. Taylor took her in his arms and held her close in her helplessness, and she could feel him shuddering too from the intensity of his release. She was soaked with sweat, her hair matted to her face, and she felt sore all over; sore in places she'd never been sore in before, and yet she'd never felt so deeply satisfied, so totally used. He had hurled all his lust at her, like waves against a seawall, and she had taken all he could give her.

There was no use fighting the feeling; no use pretending that she didn't love it, being used and abused like this, and as he kissed her face and her shoulders, she took it as her due. She knew she would never be satisfied with anything less again. Next