The Erotica of Al X : Mary's Secret Desires - Episode 4
(MF spank anal oral)
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Summary: Mary's secretly desires to be humiliated, treated roughly, and spanked hard. She finds (online) a man willing to pursue this with her. After her secret gets discovered, she (willingly) pays the price.
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"Her Boyfriend's Punishment"
by Al X
She had gotten away with it! It was hard to believe, but her boyfriend hadn't found out about her encounter with Al, the man she met on the Internet. And what an encounter it was. In a motel room Al took her over his knee and spanked her with his hand, a wooden spoon, and a hair brush. He had even inserted the brush handle up her ass. And afterwards, despite her reservations, she had knelt before him and sucked him off. It was a wild experience, and she came home with red marks and welts covering her ass. To keep them hidden from her boyfriend, she feigned a stomach virus. Fortunately her boyfriend had been preoccupied with work, so they had spent little time together these last seven days. She had gotten away with it!
But she felt guilty. She had cheated on her boyfriend, a man who was loyal and faithful. And she had violated her cardinal rule; exchanging fluids was a big no-no, but she had been so turned on that she willingly agreed to Al's request for a blow-job. All week her guilt had been mixed with fear that her boyfriend would find out. Offsetting these negative emotions, however, was pure excitement. Al was a perfect dom, and he satisfied many of her secret desires. For years she had fantasized about being humiliated and treated like a slut, about being spanked, about having her tits and ass abused. What Al had done to her was pure heaven.
On Sunday morning, as her boyfriend slept soundly in the bedroom, Mary showered and let the hot water wash away her cares. She felt good today. With the red marks gone, she had nothing to hide. Mary dried herself off, then put on a full bottom panty and a white bra, followed by a college sweatshirt and fleece sweatpants. She hoped to have a low-key day. She brushed her hair, then returned to the bedroom.
Her boyfriend was awake, sitting up in bed. He eyed her carefully. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Sensing the severity of his mood, her heart sank. What did he know? Had he found her e-mails? She tried to remain calm. "What do you mean?"
"Don't lie." He looked angry. He had a nervous quiver in his voice.
But lie she did. "No, there's nothing to tell you." She picked up a brush from the dresser and brushed her hair again. When she noticed it was the same brush that Al had used on her, she cringed.
"I saw the marks on your ass. While you were sleeping the other night, you kicked the covers off and … " When he saw her open her mouth, he held up his hand. "Spare me the lies. How could you?"
"I didn't…" How to begin? How much to reveal? "I didn't sleep with anyone."
"You didn't fuck this guy?"
"No, I didn't. Of course not."
"Who is he?"
She put the brush down. She turned away, but she could see her boyfriend's reflection in the mirror. "You knew I had that fantasy about getting spanked. And this guy-"
"Don't make this my fault," he protested. "You let another man put his hands on your naked body."
"And this guy gave me a spanking. No sex. Just a spanking." She dropped her hands to her side and looked down on the floor. "I'm sorry," she said meekly. The silence that followed seemed to last forever. She looked up at him, but as soon as she saw the anger and hurt in his face she looked away, back at the floor again.
"I can't stay here."
"Please don't leave me."
"Do you expect me to stay with a slut like you?"
She looked up at him. "I'm sorry. I made a mistake, I know that now." She walked over to the bed. "I swear I'll never do it again.." She felt excitable, almost frantic. "Please stay." But he was shaking his head, and starting to get up. She placed his hands on his shoulders, which he instantly pushed away. She was ear tears. "Don't leave. I'll do anything to make it up to you."
"Spoken like a true slut," he spat at her.
He was almost out of bed now, and she threw herself at him, trying to wrestle him back to the bed, to keep him there, to keep him in her life. But he was stronger, and their bodies continued to flail about. They were both breathing heavy. He was trying to push her away, but she grabbed the bed for support and pushed herself against him. She soon found herself lying across him, over his legs.
He had a hand on her thigh. His voice was thick with anger: "Get off me, Mary. I hate you."
But she refused to move, afraid that once he left the bed he would never return.
As a last resort, he pinched her thigh, squeezing the flesh hard until she screamed. "Does that hurt, you slut?"
"Yes," she answered, still not budging.
"Good - now you know I feel." He squeezed harder, until she screamed a second time. His other hand reached for neck and pushed her face down into the blanket. "Do you like this? Is that what you need?"
Mary found it hard to breath. She twisted her head to get air, and still his hand pushed at her head, pushing it hard against the bed. "Do you want more, you cheating slut?"
She should have said no, but the pain was exciting her, her slutty pussy already damp at her boyfriend's sudden dominance. She wasn't sure what he would do, answered in a quiet, submissive voice: "Yes, more please."
Her answer outraged him. He was overcome with something - rage, anger, hurt, jealousy - and he pushed her head harder . "You lying, cheating slut." His left hand grabbed the top of her sweat pants and her panty, and ripped these down to uncover her ass. "You let him beat your ass."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed with what seemed like all his might, until his fingernails dug into her skin. "You were so wrong to do that. You were so … bad."
She arched her back to lift up her ass to him, as if presenting it to him. "Then punish me. I deserve it."
He had never been able to really spank her before, but filled with anger he now had no problem delivering painful blows. The slaps came quickly, one after and other, hard and unmercifully, sending shock waves through her body. He became uncontrollable, slapping her cheeks, her crack, her thighs. Then he grabbed her sex roughly. "And your cunt? Did he touch your cunt?"
"No, I swear." She felt his fingers scratch at her lips. "There was no sex, just the spanking."
"How can I ever trust a slut like you?"
"You can't." Already his fingers were inside her, three fingers, then four, roughly fucking her wet pussy.
"Is this what your cunt needs?"
"Yes," she said, her entire being suddenly focused on her pussy. "I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me."
"How can I ever your fuck cheap pussy again?"
But she felt his erection against her leg. "Then fuck my ass. It's all I deserve." She felt his thumb run up her crack until it touched her asshole. She felt his cock get even harder in her hand. As she started to cum, she bucked her hips, pressing her ass against his hand, until his thumb entered her asshole. It was pushed roughly inside her. "Punish my ass with your big hard cock."
She was mid-way through her first orgasm when she felt him push her aside, off his lap and onto the bed. As he lowered his underwear to release his cock, she laid face down on the bed and reached behind her to spread her cheeks. He rushed between her legs and soon his hard cock was pressing against her asshole.
"Put some oil on it, please."
"Shut up," he said as he slapped her ass. Then he leaned closer, and she felt his cock enter her, threatening to rip her apart. "This is all you deserve - my cock up your ass. And when I'm finished -"
"I'll lick you clean." Already she was moving her ass in rhythm to him. She reached her hand under her to rub her clit. "Make me lick your cum of your cock. Make me lick my shit off your cock, like the dirty whore I am."
"Is this what you need, Mary? Is that what you need to satisfy you?"
"Yes, fuck yes," she said as her second orgasm overtook her. She glanced up towards the mirror to see her boyfriend fucking her freshly spanked ass, fucking her fast and furious, and soon she felt hot liquid filling her hole. "You are so good to me."
He thrust inside her one last time, deep and hard. A minute later he pulled out of her, his cock already softening. He crawled off her and stood on the floor. Mary was still laying face as he approached her, placing his dirty cock before her face. "Lick me clean, you filthy slut."
As he leaned closer, she opened her mouth and took in his cum-covered cock. She started to gag, but he didn't care; he had a gleeful smile in his face. He was enjoying this, humiliating her by making her clean his filthy cock. Mary knew she would never need Al again. She would never need another man to satisfy her secret desires.
THE END
Written during November, 2006 / Revised November 23, 2006
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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