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Oiled for Lust

As instructed, she had spread a large plastic tarp over the carpet in the den. A heavy hassock had been centered on the tarp, and it, too, was protected with plastic sheeting. A pile of towels was placed beside the staged area, and on it was a large bottle of baby oil. An assortment of toys, restraints and a blindfold were situated on a tray nearby. All as he had instructed.

She was naked except for the spike heels she was instructed to wear. The ones that tied around her ankles holding them tight against her feet. She shivered as she sat cross-legged on the carpet, but not from the cold -- for the room was a comfortably warm 74 degrees. No, it was in anticipation of being taken as never before.

In preparation for his assault, she had thoroughly cleansed her body, inside and out. She assumed every part of her would be claimed this evening. She felt her stomach flip in nervous anticipation of what was to come.

Weeks before, she had blithely suggested to him that they do “something especially naughty” to celebrate the anniversary of their first meeting. He had readily agreed, of course, adding that he had some great erotic ideas that could benefit from her enhanced naughtiness. As the special night approached, their emails became steamier with his increasingly bold designs of debauchery ... and her replies of “Yes, Master.”

Early on the fateful day, as she prepared her bodily temple for the sacrifice, she viewed herself in the mirror. She cupped her ample breasts -- tonight he would call them by coarser names -- and squeezed them together just as she imagined he would. Her heart raced as she envisioned his fiery cock tunneling through her breast flesh, its tip seeking her open mouth with every thrust.

Looking downward, she saw the glory of her shaved pubis. Her vaginal lips, even unloved, still possessed a charm that he adored; and when aroused and colored by her passion, they swelled to properly envelop his manly shaft. How it pleased them both! That deliciously maddening friction which always teased a release -- but never too soon!

Glancing over her shoulder, she viewed the ripeness of her buttocks. How he loved to stroke those globes and revel in their springy fullness. She loved when he swatted her playfully. She wondered if she could withstand a more thorough spanking promised for tonight. She shuddered yet again.

Her heart pounded as she heard him enter the house. She knew he would be pleased she had followed his instructions exactly. She was most willing to obey all of his commands tonight. Her cunt wept in anticipation.

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He was pleased with her preparations.

He pulled a straight-backed chair to the edge of the tarp and stood behind it. Wordlessly he bade her come to him. She arose and sashayed to him, accentuating the sway of her womanly hips. She knew well how her sultry movements turned him on.

He pushed her down onto the chair before him, his hands on her shoulders. He stooped and pulled a blindfold from the assembled equipment. Without speaking, he handed it to her. So, he meant her to have no visual clue of what was to be her fate! With trembling hands, she secured it tightly over her eyes.

Once she was without sight, he reached around and gently stroked her cheeks and throat. This moment of tenderness brought a warm smile to her lovely face; for those large hands, which could be so rough, could also deliver the sweetest of caresses. As he lightly pinched one earlobe, he stroked her hair with his other hand. Gently. Tenderly. Lovingly -- with no hint of the violence they both knew would soon follow.

************************************************************************************* The object of his lust was prepared.

She felt thin strips of a leather whip dragged across her belly and over her breasts. He played with the front of her body but made no effort to use the whip for its designed purpose. Had he forgotten, she wondered? He lowered the business end of the instrument to her thighs; and with a to-and-fro motion he signaled her to spread her legs, thus revealing her womanhood in all its glory. He dragged the lashing strips up her thighs, rubbing her pussy; and her clitoris swelled as it received this contact.

He calmly told her that he would whip her soon enough -- a statement that caused her to gasp for the first time that evening. She shuddered involuntarily at his words; yet she knew he would cause her no more pain than was required to heighten their mutual pleasure.

Grasping her wrist, he pulled her roughly to her feet. Dragging her onto the tarp, he pressed the bottle of baby oil against her. He told her to rub some on her skin, for he knew the oil would increase her skin’s sensitivity to the whipping he would soon administer.

Hesitantly she poured a small amount from the bottle into one cupped hand. Setting the bottle down and rubbing her hands together, she massaged her belly and breasts, lifting them upward for what she knew would be his visual pleasure.

“Knead your tits,” he commanded roughly.

“Yes, Master,” she replied, drawing concentric circles on her torso for his enjoyment.

“Pinch your nipples,” he barked. And she complied, moaning as she did so.

“Face away from me and oil your legs. All the way down.” And she did, knowing that she displayed for him the full rear view of her feminine charms.

“Now oil your cunt and your asshole.”

So this was to be her fate, she thought. Would he use the toys on her? What about the promised spanking? Had he forgotten about it? She fingered her vagina with one hand as her other rubbed a bit of oil into her back orifice.

“That will never do,” he said. Pushing her to her hands and knees, he picked up the bottle of oil and shot a stream of it onto her back, roughly rubbing it around her breasts and belly. She felt oil run down her thighs and drip from her nipples onto the tarp.

“That’s better. Now rub that in.”

“Yes, Master,” she said yet again, complying with his directive.

Pulling her up, he walked her to the hassock and again bent her over. Pushing her shoulders down, he secured her wrists to the feet of the hassock with cuffs. Without use of her arms, her hips elevated and pussy displayed, she was truly at his mercy now!

************************************************************************************* And she was readied for his assault.

“Now I think I should give you that spanking you so richly deserve. As I recall, you have been a very naughty, slutty little girl. Don’t you agree that you need to be punished for that?”

“Yes, Master,” she gasped. “I’ve been a very naughty girl and I deserve to be spanked.” So, he hadn’t forgotten her chastisement after all!

She felt the square piece of leather at the end of a riding crop placed against her lips. He pulled it lightly across her face and down her neck, that she might feel it first before it stung her. Around her ribs it went, almost tickling her. But she knew better than to laugh! It traced the side of her body, collecting oil as it went. Then he used the crop lightly, whipping the side of each breast several times. She gasped with each stroke; and he struck her once again, this time catching her engorged nipple.

She whimpered -- not in pain, but in expectation of his next assault.

************************************************************************************* She was indeed a vision of loveliness as she accepted her fate.

Grasping the heel of her left pump, he lifted her leg off the hassock and placed it on his shoulder. Now obscenely spread before him, he poured additional oil onto her buttocks, reveling in the sight as it ran into the cleft of her spread ass. She felt the splash as he lightly stung her pussy with the crop. Positioned as she was, he could not whip her clit -- but he was able to draw the crop maddeningly over that rising star.

He put her leg back on the hassock and pushed her down flat as he sought a suitable device with which to torment her. He placed a vibrator under her pelvis but did not penetrate her with it. Instantly she felt the humming sensation as it coursed through her body.

She scrunched up her legs trying to escape the devilish instrument. In so doing, her anus opened, and he immediately pushed a thin plug past her slick sphincter. This action counteracted her desire to escape the vibrator.

“Hold the plug in,” he commanded, “because if it slips out, I will deal with you very harshly.”

“Y-y-yes, M-m-master,” she stammered. Her temples pounded and her pulse skyrocketed. Her teeth were nearly chattering and she felt chilled, so much blood flowed to her invaded sexual centers.

She sensed him step in front of her. “Speak, Slut. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” she said.

“To do what?”

She hesitated and replied, “To put your cock in my mouth ... and to let me suck it.”

“And...?”

“And ... and to cum in me,” she whispered.

“And just where would you like me to cum, Little Cum Slut?”

Broken now, she sobbed, “In my ass, Master. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

He didn’t reply. Rather, he placed his hard cock before her blindfolded face and lightly slapped her cheeks with it. She opened her mouth to catch his spear, but he kept it from her. Instead he placed one of his balls against her lips and commanded her to lick him. She obeyed, tonguing first one egg and then the other. Finally she was permitted the pleasure of his erect member as it slipped into her waiting mouth.

Trussed as she was, she was unable to move her head up and down on his shaft. Accordingly, he pumped into her face, gently at first, but then with greater intensity -- almost to see whether she would gag on his manhood. Her eyes welled up with tears; but he would never know as the blindfold absorbed them.

“I see that the plug is still in place, Slut. I guess I don’t need to whip you hard, do I? But I think I’m going to fuck your pretty little ass now. Now that you got me all big and hard. Probably as big and as hard as I’ve ever been. I hope you can handle it. Maybe I should have used a thicker plug to get your ass ready. Oh, well. Too late now.”

She shivered again as he slid the plug from her rectum. The plug that initially seemed to fill her so fully -- but which she knew paled in comparison with his thick, engorged penis.

“Do you think I should put any oil on my cock, Slut? Could your sweet ass use any further play before I fuck you?”

“Yes, Master. Please put oil on your cock and make sure I’m ready for it,” she whimpered. Although she really didn’t like being slippery, the thought of his raging shaft plunging into her under-prepared body scared her.

Standing between her spread legs, he was well aware of her thoughts. “Okay, then, Naughty Girl. I’ll treat you more gently than I should.”

She felt him lay his thick member in the crease of her buttocks and pour a bit more oil directly on it. “Ah, that’s cold,” he said.

Most of it rolled down her cleft onto her exposed rectum and pussy. With the handle of the crop he nudged some oil into her rosebud, watching it pucker and wink when massaged. She was now ready for his anal assault.

“You may need a little bit more oil,” he said. She felt him place the tip of the bottle against her anus. He squeezed hard, shooting several ounces of the cold oil into her bowels. She howled, flattening herself against the hassock and the ever-vibrating stimulation under her. She felt him grasp and lift both heels, the head of his penis demanding entrance to her bottom cavity.

In a single push he propelled himself fully into her. His weight nearly expelled the wind from her. Her mind was out of control from visual deprivation, the vibrator under her, and the prolonged psychological and physical demands he had placed on her body and spirit.

The pummeling of her rectum continued, and she felt him increase the speed of his sloppy strokes. She sought her own release as she knew his would soon be forthcoming. He was panting now, and she knew he had to hold out just a bit longer for her sake.

“Don’t stop!” she pleaded. “I’m so close!”

Those words seemed enough to propel her over the top, and he was spurred on by them. Faster and harder he pumped. Her mouth gaped open in a silent scream of fulfillment, and her body stiffened. Involuntarily her thighs and calves contracted, pulling him in still deeper for his final thrusts.

Once again, she felt liquid squirting into her bowels -- warm this time. Jet after jet of his cum pulsed into her nether hole until he was thoroughly spent. Still impaling her, he fell across her back pinning her to the hassock.

“There,” he said, at last regaining his breath. “Was that naughty enough?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied. And she smiled.