Whore for the night

Here's a Fetlife journal entry from a new Fetlife friend who has travelled a similar road. She's even more interesting and complex than this post would suggest. But it's still a great introduction. ===== The night before we are to meet he orders me go get assfucked by another guy so I am nice and sore by the time we meet. He loves to hurt me. He also texts me to dress slutty, no panties or bra. I always blindly follow his orders, and this time is no different. I dress in a tube top, ultra-mini skirt, fuck me heels, red lips, a whole tube of mascara, and of course no bra or panties, pussy soaked wet, waiting for his call. Finally a text: where is my fucking whore? I run out of the hotel room with nothing but a buttplug and room keys in hand. I feel the disdain of the hotel concierge, then the leering eyes of the guys standing around smoking outside as I look for his car. He spots me and motions me to get in. Without saying a word he pulls down my top and start beating my tits – hard – immediately marking his fuck property as his own. Spread your legs, he says, and slams the buttplug up my ass, dryfucking it. My screams only make him fuck me harder. Only when he is satisfied that my tits are bruised deep red and my asshole is swallowing the buttplug, he pulls it out, and orders me to get out of the car. By the time I catch my breath and pull the tube top gingerly back up my breast he has come around the car and hooks 3 fingers up my asshole and drags me out of the car with those fingers. He walks me around to the side entrance that way – skirt hiked up exposing my ass to the chilly night air, 3 fingers deep in my ass. Once inside the hotel hallway he covers my mouth to silence my moans and finger fucks me against the wall until I climax and am left panting. I feel my juices dripping down my legs as we walk down the long hallway to the room. The second the hotel room door closes he shoves me down on the ottoman face down. He removes his belt and starts whipping my ass, and then between my legs. Oh the searing pain… I lift up my ass to give him a better target, as lashes rain down on my swollen cunt. After what feels like forever, my ass and cunt stinging badly, he does the once merciful thing for the night – rub lube between my butt cracks. Reaching for the dildo he starts pounding me hard from the getgo… I cum once, twice, 3 times… aaaaaahhhh… and I squirt all over the chair and the carpet… now his rock hard cock impales me as he drops all his weight on me with every thrust. A hard ass rape… this is what a dirty cheating fucktrash like you deserves, he growls. Just when the orgasms become too painful and I am about to beg him to stop he pulls out of my ass and fucks my throat – hard. I taste my own ass and the aroma is intoxicating. He grabs me by the hair and rams my throat over and over. I gag, I choke, drooling… he laughs, spits on my face and only pounds harder. I taste his precum, diluted by the spit that is dribbling out my mouth. When I pull away from his cock unable to breathe anymore he drags me to the bed, pins me down, and pounds my ass again. Is this what you want whore? Yes, this is what I want! Then say it! This is what I want… this is what I want… this is what I want…! I repeat it over and over as he hammers me raw. He silences me with a pillow when I start to jumble the words and my breathless moans turn into screams of ecstasy. After another hour of turning me into a heap of quivering orgasmic flesh he finally shoots his load deep in my asshole with a grunt. I pass out as I feel him shoving the buttplug up my ass, plugging his cum inside. Several times through the night he’d abruptly and rudely wake me up to serve his needs. He drags me by the hair to the bathroom, orders me to put my face in the toilet bowl, and pisses on me, the warm bitter liquid running down my face, into my nose and mouth as he tells me to drink it and love it. After he is done, he shakes himself, returns to bed without a word, leaving me to clean up after myself. Later he pulls me by my nipple to his cock to fluff it. In my sleepy haze I feel his cock rapidly filling and stretching my mouth. With only my spit as lube he then ass fucks me again, already raw, snarling who owns your holes whore? Who owns you? When he is finished he kicks me to my side of the bed and begins snoring again. Early in the morning I wake up, covered in his cum, spit, sweat and piss, bruised and sore. I quietly crawl out of bed to take a quick shower before returning to my daily life of a loving wife, caring aunt, gracious friend, and a respectable member of the community. I pack up my slutty outfit from the night before and ready my conservative suit I will be wearing for the day. I have to go, I tell him. How much time do you have? The only words he uttered that night that showed even a remote concern for my needs. 15 minutes… No sooner than he says you didn’t think I’d let you leave without cum dripping out of your holes did you slut? he is once again on top of me, slamming my abused asshole with his cock, until his cock bulges, buckles and dumps another huge load of cum. I look up at the clock and I have 1 minute to spare. I slip on my panties feeling his cum oozing out and staining it, my bra over my tender breasts, then my business suit, and leave silently while he rolls back for a few more minutes of shut-eye before he too has to get up and return to real life. For this night he was one mean cruel bastard and I was his married cheating fuckmeat whore for him to use, abuse, and degrade. Not once during this session do we make eye contact or have a conversation. :)