Beth's Arrangement

She had chosen well, he noted, watching her enter the room. Taupe thigh high
stockings, her creamy flesh just bulging above the tight elastic. She teetered on
the 6 inch stiletto heeled black patent "fuck-me" shoes she had bought for this
occasion, keeping them hid from her unknowing husband for weeks, waiting for this
night. Beth's 135 pounds were tightly corsetted in a black satin "merry widow"
corset she had found at the local mall, it's tight lacing giving her a 22 inch
waist, causing to accentuate her flaring hips and extraordinary ass. But though
dressed like a whore, Beth still had the air of a virgin about her, Steven mused
to  himself as he watched her, a 43 year old virgin, for she truly was this
night,and she was about to cross the rubicon into a darker place where he
sometimes preferred to play. Play. He was hoping she understood the game of it,
the fun, and would not be frightened. He thought he had gained her trust by now
and that she was ready to go deeper into the soft night with him.

She had called her husband only hours ago, to tell him that she was about to
fulfill his fantasy, that of listening to her be used as a slut by another man, a
strong domineering man. She had met Steven on-line over a year ago and tonight
was the culmination of a year of ever hotter e-mails and phone calls. They had
finally found themselves in the same city, both on business, and that confluence
of events had proved to be irresistable to them both.

Her dark eyes suddenly grew wide at the sight of him, looming out of the darkness
as she adjusted to the half light. He stood in the middle of the room clad in
gleaming black leather riding boots and black leather gloves, the plates of his
chest muscles shining in the flickering candlelight, the sinews now glimmering
with the almond oil that covered him. Her eyes were driven to stare at his shaved
groin, for now he wore some manner of leather harness there, a leather ring
around the base of his semi-erect penis which fit under his unusually large
testicles, forcing them out in a very lewd manner. "Pick up the phone and call
your husband", he ordered.

"Yes, Steven"

He glared at her harshly. "I'm sorry,... yes Master,.... forgive me, I'm so new
at this". Beth picked up the phone and dialed. "It's me". "Yes, I'm here with him
now". She listened for a moment. "Yes, I'm sure, very sure. Are you sure?" "Okay,
I'm going to lay the phone down now. Enjoy yourself, honey". Beth gently placed
the receiver down on the nightstand, facing out, so that it would transmit every
moment of her defilement to her husband listening in another city.

She walked towards him, the heels of her shoes clicking on the polished wood
floor. She smiled nervously and began to speak; "Oh, Steven, darling,
I.............." The words hung in the air, cutoff, as his gloved hand shot
forward and grabbed her face, pinching her cheeks together, bringing her face to
his as he hissed; "As we force this special night towards morning sweet Beth, you
will now refer to me as Master, do you understand me, bitch?" She trembled with
fear as her cunt once again began to leak down her legs. "Master, I hope this
humble bitch is worthy of your attention, your wish is my command...." she was so
smart his Beth, such a quick learner, a perfect initiate into his world! He had
taken a chance in this game, afraid that she would misconstrue his intent, call a
halt to the playing, but his heart was glad in this evidence of her understanding
of him. As harsh and cruel as he was about to act, he needed her to understand
that it was just acting, that all the while there would be his smiling visage
behind him saying "It's just a game....."and that he would never do anything to
hurt her.

He glared down at her, the riding crop in his gloved right hand, feasting on her
form as she cleaned his boot with her mouth. Her breasts quivered from her
movements, and he noted that she had rouged her aureolas and nipples for him,
another sign of her learning. "Stop grovelling you stupid cunt and get on your
knees!" he barked at her, pulling his boot back from her attentions. "Yes,
Master" she scrambled to a kneeling position in front of him, eager to please,
eager to play. He walked around her, lifting one perfect tit with the crop, then
the other, inspecting her, behind her now, forcing her ass cheeks apart with it,
more inspecting. He now stood in front of her, his  shaved and trussed cock and
balls a bare inch from her face, her lower lip quivering in desire and fear. "Do
you like my cock, slave?" "Yes, I do" she answered. The riding crop whistled
through the air.......THWACK! ...it slapped the arm of the couch next to her
head. "What did you say you stupid slut!" he screamed at her, smiling inside at
her intentional mistake. "I said I love your cock, my Master" she replied, her
voice shaking with fear, half acting, half real. "That's better, cunt" he said,
now touching the tip of his cock to her nose, rubbing it on her face by just
moving his hips. He turned and walked away and then returned holding a black
leather collar with silver studs and rings adorning it. He snapped it into place
on her alabaster neck and stood back to admire her, on her knees, shaking, once
again. "What do you think, slavegirl?" he hissed at her. "Oh, Master, I love my
new collar, I am not worthy of all you have given me, please forgive this slut's
unworthiness" she said, her pussy resuming it's flow of liquid down her leg. He
was so happy at her answer, loving her spirit, her supplication. He snapped a
long, thin, leather leash onto the collar and said, "Come with me now slave, I
have prepared both pleasure and pain for you, the choice of which will be yours",
he yanked the leash, forcing her to all fours and she crawled this way beside him
as he walked, her 38c tits swaying, her incredible ass jutting out, across the
room and then back, walking her like a dog. "You're a good bitch, aren't you
Beth" he said, leading her to a straight back chair. "I'm a very good bitch,
Master, a very good bitch" she replied, the excitement of this new experience now
overwhelming her with desire.

He sat down on the  chair and ordered her; "Get across my knee, slut, you've been
very bad tonight and need to be punished". She did as she was told, keeping her
high-heeled feet on the floor, she bent across his knee, feeling his still hard
cock nestle between her breasts. "Reach behind and spread your ass", he barked
and she quickly complied, scared at his rage. He placed his right index finger in
her mouth and ordered her to suck. When he was satisfied at it's wetness he
placed it at the entrance to her asshole and quickly thrust it deep into her
rectum, showing none of the gentleness he had before. "The rapier like edge
between pleasure and pain" he hissed as she gasped, her breath torn from her by
this new intrusion. Drip, drip........it was her again, her cunt was betraying
her fear, running again, forming a new pool of lust beneath her bent form. He
worked the finger in and out, all the while talking; "You've been a bad girl
tonight, haven't you Beth, sucking and fucking a strange man, you need to be
punished". "Yes, Master, I've been very bad, I've been a slut. Please punish me",
she pleaded, warming up to the game.

And then he started, whipping her bottom with the crop, hard strokes expertly
mixed with soft kisses on her bountiful ass. The instrument of her punishment
whistled through the air as he held her steady across his knee by the finger deep
within her bowels. She was sobbing now from the pain he was inflicting on her
bottom, but she was tough he noted, and seemed to want to continue the game. But
he couldn't. In the few hours he had come to know her he found himself caring for
her very much, an attachment forming with her, a fire built out of both their
needs, their wantings, that only they alone understood. He gently rubbed her
bruised bottom, feeling the welt he had raised there, writing his initials in her
blood. He lowered his head to kiss her bountiful ass, tasting the salty blood on
his tongue. His hand kneaded her breast as he licked her. Her sobbing turned to
small whimpering now as he gentled her, covering her ass with small kisses.
"Stand up", he whispered helping her to her feet. "But Master, I want to
continue, take me into your world, I beg of you".

Did the bitch know what she was asking for? The depth of the darkness he could
shroud her in? He quickly knocked her feet out from under her, bringing her to
her knees. "Okay, you stupid cunt, you asked for it!", he screamed, grabbing both
sides of her head and ramming his cock into her gasping mouth. He pounded his sex
into her, fucking her head with his steel rod, his trussed balls slamming against
her chin with every stroke. He held her head still in a vice grip,his hands
clenching her hair and ears,fucking her mouth with long, deep, hard strokes. "You
like that bitch, don't you, you like when your Master fucks your mouth?", he
sneered, enjoying the freedom she had given him. All she could manage was a
"mmmnnnppphhh" as his hips bucked violently, forcing his meat all the way down
her throat, further with every violent stroke. The rape of her face continued
this way for twenty minutes, the violence of the act unabated, the sweat
glistening on his body as he abused her exhausted mouth. Suddenly he stopped.
"Get over here you dumb slut!", he yelled, pulling her to her feet, grabbing her
arm so hard it hurt, half pulling her across the floor, her high-heels slipping
in the pool of her own wetness that had once again formed beneath her on the
polished wood floor. He threw her into the straight back chair and commanded;
"Don't you dare move,slave, not a muscle, you hear me cunt?" "Yes, Master, not a
muscle", she whispered trying to control the violent shaking that was now
engulfing her. He returned with what appeared to be a black physicians bag and
said; "You want to play, we're going to play now, slutgirl, we're going to play
hard!" He pulled out a ball gag from the bag and affixed it around her head,
watching her eyes grow wide in terror. "I don't want to listen to you whine,
bitch", he whispered in her ear as he made sure the gag was tight and she had no
trouble breathing through her nose. He next grabbed her arms and pulled them
behind her, snapping on a pair of black handcuffs. He admired his handiwork,
walking around her, feasting his eyes on her bound and gagged form, lifting her 
breasts once again with the riding crop, examining.

He pulled a chair up in front of her and removed some items from the satchel. A
pair of latex gloves which he expertly snapped on, a sterile wrapped surgical
needle about nine inches long, a bottle of rubbing alcohol and another of ethyl
chloride. He also removed a small black velvet bag. She started to shake and
scream, but to no avail, so expertly had he immobilized her. "Ssssshhhh, baby,
this won't hurt, and it'll only take a sec", he said, gentle now, "you wanted to
play, right?", now harsher. He lifted one pendulous breast with his gloved hand
and sprayed the nipple with ethyl chloride after he had sterilized the nipple
with the alcohol. Holding the breast in his left hand he ordered her "hold
still"! for she was crying now, her whimpering deep in her throat because of the
gag. In one expert motion he passed the steel needle laterally through the base
of her nipple, piercing it through. Quickly he repeated the performance on her
other tit and was done. "See, your Master never lies, it didn't hurt a bit", he
laughed. He next removed two 22kt small gold rings from the velvet bag and
saying, "These are but tokens of my love for you, they are the badges of your
submission to me", snapped them into place in her newly pierced nipples. He stood
back to admire her again, loving how the candlelight glinted off the gold rings,
as her body slowly quivered. "You wanted to play, right?" he asked "Oh Master,
thank you so much for these beautiful nipple rings..." He held her chin and
stared into her eyes, wondering at the depths of this women, her mind was her
most exciting and erotic feature, he mused. He got on his knees in front of her
and started to suckle her wounded nipples, first one, then the other. The gold
tinkled against his teeth as he sucked. She grabbed his head with her now free
hands and forced her big tit into his starving mouth, passion carrying her upward
again. He then put his hands on her plentiful ass and lifting her slightly off
the chair began to suck on her throbbing clit, rolling it between his teeth,
driving her nuts with his expertise. He paused for a moment and looked up at her.
As she caught her breath, he whispered, his face shiny with her wetness; "What
territory would my slave like to explore next, her Master is very pleased and
will take her where she wants to go." He returned to his pleasuring of her while
he awaited his answer. He positioned her at the edge of the big bed again, on her
knees, and rearranged the pillows for her. Her big ass sticking up in the air
like that, her head resting on her folded arms on the pillows, made a tempting,
obscene sight that any man would sell his soul to possess. Steven considered
himself truly blessed that she had now chosen him to take the last aspect of her
virginity from her this night, this glorious night they would both remember
forever.

He knelt beside her on the bed and gently massaged her clit, softly speaking in
her ear; "I'm going to fuck your ass now, baby. I'm going to fuck your big, tight
ass, with slow, smooth strokes. I'm going to bury my big cock in your asshole and
fuck it, and you're going to love it, right, darling? That's what you want,
right? You want to finally get that gorgeous ass of yours fucked by a man, so you
can be complete, right Beth?" His words were getting her very excited and her
juice started pouring from her cunt again as his clever fingers worked her clit.

Steven turned toward the open phone and spoke loudly; "Are you listening to this?
I'm getting ready to fuck your wife's big, gorgeous ass. She's never allowed you
to, but she's willingly giving it to me, a stranger. How does that feel? It's
what you wanted, right? Well, you should always beware of what you wish for
because wishes do come true."

He stood and positioned himself behind her, laying his strong hands on the cheeks
of her behind. He gently spread them while saying; "Reach underneath yourself and
play with your clit baby, that's it, that's my girl", he encouraged. He paused
for a moment to drizzle some baby oil onto his meat and between her cheeks. He
then positioned the bulbous head of his manhood at the entrance to her bowels and
softly whispering encouragement, began to ease himself into her. "That's it baby,
that's it, let me in, c'mon, relax, that's it, good, good, slowly, slowly, c'mon.
You want your big ass fucked, don't you baby? That's what you want. You want to
finally feel a big cock up that sweet, tight, ass of yours, right, hon?" Suddenly
her sphincter relaxed and the head of his cock made it's way in. Slowly now. He
barely pushed and the rest of him slid into her, a low gutteral moan now escaped
her mouth. He grabbed her ass cheeks tightly now and slowly began to stroke, in
and out, so slowly, enjoying the vice-like tightness he found there.

He stroked into her slowly,staring down, enjoying the sight of his cock
disappearing and then re-emerging into her puckered asshole. He glanced to his
right and revelled in the sight reflected off the mirrored closet door there.
Beth's head resting on the gathered pillows, her eyes shut tightly, her mouth a
small "O", a mixture of pleasure and pain. She was on her knees, her perfect
breasts crushed against the bed, her left hand gripping the sheets, her right
working furiously between her legs as he stood behind her, gripping her meaty
ass, as he fucked her virgin hole. "Go ahead, Beth, turn your head towards the
phone and tell your husband what's happening to you. I'm sure he's jerking his
puny cock right now. Let's see if your voice will cause him to shoot."

Beth turned her head towards the receiver on the nightstand and moaned; "Honey,
he's fucking me in the ass.....oooohhhh, God, fuck.......I, I,....I had no idea
it could be like this......shit, fuck..........I'm.....I can't believe I'm going
to cu, cum from this......oooooooohhhhh, shit, .........I'm so fuckin'
close......I'm rubbing my clit while he fucks..........ooohh..........fucks my
ass.....his cock is tearing me open, but.......oh, God forgive me, I'm loving it
so, darling..........are you going to cum too, honey, is this what you wanted to
hear?

Steven bent towards her now and spoke again in a stage whisper, so her husband
would hear; "That's it lover, make yourself cum for me, your Master, your owner,
you like having a cock up your ass, don't you, baby?" His right hand released
it's grip on her ass and found it's way to her pussy. He quickly plunged three
fingers into her fuck hole and started to move them in and out of her with fast,
sharp, strokes. He was able to feel his cock in her ass through the thin wall
that seperated them as he found a comfortable rhythm now, plunging his fingers
into her cunt as he withdrew his cock from her ass. He slid his shaft in and out
of her ass now with long, violent strokes, his cum laden balls banging against
her fleshy behind. "I want to cum with you baby, let me know when you're close",
he moaned now, every fiber of him struggling to control his onrushing release.
She started to shake now, his words acting like a fuse, setting her off, her hand
a blur as it rubbed her clit, feeling his fingers in that shared space as he
continued to plunge them in and out of her cunt. "Steve, I'm close, I'm going
to........", she moaned like an animal, for that is what she had become this
night. "Let's do it together, baby, let's let him hear both of us cumming
together, c'mon, cum for me, baby, I'm so close........" his voice cracking under
the strain, his hot jism now being forced by her tightness up his shaft. Their
gutteral moaning filled the room now as they both exploded, Steven pumping his
hot juice into her bowels, never once missing a beat as his three fingers fucked
her pussy, causing yet another climax to ripple through her. He shot and shot
into her asshole, gobs of creamy hot cum juice, filling her up like she had never
been filled before as the most violent orgasm she had ever experienced tore
through her like chain lightning on a steamy summer night. With her new lover
still buried completely in her ass, the hot man juice oozing slowly out of her
ravaged sphincter from around his shaft, Beth reached over and hung up the phone.