Fate Cries Foul by Renier Larouche (reading list TXT) 📕

hands wrapped around me, one around my neck and one gripped my hair. He didn't let me reply, only kept me in place while His hips slammed up into my throat. I placidly let Him use me, my cunt getting wetter and wetter. Being face fucked was one of my favorite hobbies, because Master seemed to like it so much.

Of course I hadn't thought of edging while He was asleep, I was so stupid for believing I had a real thought of my own. Master gave me all the thoughts I ever needed, and I never should make my own. Especially when I had His cock powering down my throat, making me want to cough and breathe. Master decides when I breathe, not me.

Right now, Master didn't want me to breathe are all. My throat bulged and spasmed asHeforced my head down, his hard thick cock lodged deep inside of me. I tried to breathe through my nose but my airway was blocked, and tears streamed down my face. Agony swept over me, panic inducing, sharp needles and desperate desire for air and survival. But my desperate desire to please him was greater, so I made no move to stop him. Finally, He let me up to breathe and to slap my face hard. As I gasped for air, hard stinging slaps pelted my face again and again. Each one made my pussy twitch harder in excitement and desire.

"Little pig. You were so good, obeyed my orders. I'll reward your throat for that. But dumb little cunt really thought you came up with that all on your own, didn't you?" I nodded mutely, putting my mouth to use by lapping at His balls. "Stupid girl. I'll have to punish you for that. You should know better." I was scared to speak, and continued licking. Maybe He wouldn't punish me as severely if I licked His ass, so I lowered my mouth.

As my tongue traced the edges of his ass cheeks, He continued. "I'll give you a choice, pig. Either you swallow my cum for breakfast, or you can have real food. You don't get both this morning, only obedient sluts get two breakfasts. What will it be, slut?"

"Your cum, Master." I reply without any hesitation or debate, His pleasure is always more important than anything I might experience.

"Good girl. Good little slut." His praise makes me feel warm, good, valid. Both hands wrap in my hair, and he guides my head down and up with no regard for me. A strange sound of suction and wetness fills the room as he uses my throat like a pussy. "Good fucking little Fleshlight. Always knows her place because she listens to Master." His cock rams in and out of me, silky and hard all at the same time. I'm somehow even more excited that He can't even see me under the covers, I'm just an object for His use. I feel His cock head pop in and out of my throat and I'm delighted thinking of how good it must feel for Him.

I feel one hand move away, and hear Him grab His phone. Sounds of porn join the sound of Him fucking my face, my throat is just an accessory for Him to get off. Something is more interesting on His phone, I guess my dumb slut throat isn't enough after cumming in me so often. His breathing intensifies, and He pulls me off of His cock with a little tap on the back of my head. That means I'm to lick Him, which I do eagerly. My neglected cunt twitches and throbs for attention, but I know better than to touch it without an order.

Instead I focus all of my efforts on licking Him, from the tip of His cock head to His balls to His asshole. Eventually I'm rewarded with a few grunts of acknowledgement, and a hand in my hair guiding my throat up and down His hardness again.

My Master has always had amazing stamina, my throat took quite a beating until He finally held my head down to have a load pumped into my belly. I swallowed each pulse of cum, it was precious and I had no idea when I would have something else to eat.

He gave a satisfied sigh, and let Himself breathe for a few moments before getting up. I followed after him, placing little kisses on his ass. He grabbed my hair, and forced a bigger dildo down my throat than my bed time dildo. This was followed by the gag that kept it in place. Some days he let me roam the house and clean, but it seemed like this was not one of those days.

A rough hand grabbed me by my hair and let me to my cage, complete with a sleeping mat and a water bottle designed for pets. I crawled inside, ready to finally sleep. My Master shut it behind me.

"Put your hands out of the cage, slut." I complied, and was surprised to find them handcuffed. "No fucking cumming. But you'll be an extra good girl if you hump your pillow."

With that, he turned off the lights and left the room. I was left in darkness, grinding against my pillow until sleep finally took me. Agitator

He leads me on unsteady legs from the bedroom into the soft candlelight of the bathroom, the water is already running and at a relaxingly warm temperature. My heart is still thudding in my chest after what I've just let him do to me. I can feel the warmth on my arse cheeks from his hand spanking me for the first time. I can feel the ghost sensation of the ropes encircling my wrists and forearms as his hand collided with my flesh. I can feel the frustration of my own desire to reach down and run my hands through his hair as his fingers played with my pussy in the most incredible way imaginable and his tongue teased my clit, sending my body over the edge time and again. But they were tied firmly above my head and anchored solidly to the legs of the bed with his deftly tied knots. More than anything, I can feel him inside me still, his cock, his cum. It's the first time he's filled me up. I can feel it all still, my body one tingling mass of remembered sensation, my heart drumming a frantic tattoo in the aftermath of it all.

My mind is still whirling as he walks me, naked, into the bathroom and under the warm cascade of water, slowly gathering me into his arms. Instinctively my mouth finds his and he kisses me softly and in silence as the water runs over our bodies. I can't help but moan softly as his fingertips trace the line of my spine and his teeth bite my bottom lip softly. For long minutes we stand there with the water pouring over us, hands locked idly moving over eachother silently.

Gently his takes me by the wrists and pushes my hands down to my side, looking me in the eyes. Without being told I somehow know I'm to stand still, so I do. He turns away and picks up the body wash before turning back to me.

"Arms up." He says.

Silently, I start raising my arms up from my sides. Abruptly he raises a finger in front of me and I freeze, he has an almost quizzical look in his eyes in the shadows of the candlelight.

"From now on, when you're given an instruction, you're to answer it with "Yes, Sir." Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir." I answer with just the tiniest of quavers in my voice.

"Good girl" He says as he pumps out some body wash onto the palm of his hand and puts the bottle back where he got it from.

He starts on my stomach, slowly working the body wash into a lather, moving to my breasts and massaging them as he washes me. I stand there and let his hands move over my entire body, my arms, my legs, between my legs. His fingers moving slowly over my still engorged clit as he stares at me, a feral smirk on his face as my breathing starts to become more laboured because of the persistent motion of his fingertips on me. As my legs start to shake and I'm moaning softly but consistently his fingers leave me and start to work their way down my legs, lathering me from head to toe. Then he pulls the shower head down and rinses my whole body clean, kissing me as he does, tilting my head back to soak my hair with warm water before reaching for the shampoo.

"Put your arms down and turn around."

"Yes, Sir."

His fingers run over my scalp and my eyes close as he gently massages the shampoo into my hair, rinsing it out and then doing the same with the conditioner before turning me to face him. Again, we embrace and kiss quietly for a couple of minutes and then he rinses the conditioner from my hair also. Gently he maneuvers me from under the water and soaks his own hair, then hands me the shampoo.

"My turn now." He proffers the shampoo to me and turns away as I take it from him to wash his hair.

Somewhat bemused by the care he's taken to so gently wash my body, yet another thing I've never let anyone do for me before, but incredibly erotic all the same, I take the bottle and pump out some shampoo onto my hand. I work the lather into his hair and rinse it out, having to reach up with the shower head a little as he is slightly taller than me.

We kiss again as he reaches for the body wash and passes it into my hands as he raises his arms with a smirk on his lips for me to wash him. Again, I pump out the body wash and start to wash him, starting on his stomach, just as he did for me. I work upwards over his chest and arms and back down again. When I reach his crotch, a mischievous impulse flashes through my mind. As I wash his cock, I slowly stroke him. My fingers wrapped firmly around him and my other hand massaging his balls, I move my hand along his length and back again. Smiling to myself as his body responds and his cock gets hard.

A deep chuckle breaks into my thoughts as it emanates from his chest and I glance up. His eyes are dark pools with the reflections of the candles dancing in them as they flash dangerously at me.

"Haven't had enough tonight yet, have you?" He says to me quietly. Making my heart lurch in my chest and my hands stop their movement dead. Am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong? My mind tries to determine what might happen to me because of this, my hands are frozen, still wrapped around him and I can feel the heat of him in my hand, god he's so hard. I can feel my own body responding as heat starts building between my legs.

Slowly, deliberately, he reaches for the shower head and rinses the body wash from his body