Sarah's Submission

He used her hair to rock her back and forth while he fucked her holes. And she found herself helping him. She had his rhythm and she jammed her pussy back into him. "Are you my slut Sarah? Tell me!" he demanded.

"I'm your slut sir!!" she grunted in response.

"Who owns this pussy Sarah?" he continued, clearly enjoying quizzing her with her in the throes of a mind scrambling pounding.

"You own it sir! You own my pussy Mr. Michaels" she managed to stammer. She knew she didn't have much longer.

"Tell me you want to be my little whore!" he demanded.

"Please let me be your little whore Mr. Michaels. I want to be your whore. I'll be the best WHORE, SIR…" she practically screamed the last words as another orgasm rocked her hard little body. Even as she trembled from the power of her climax she wondered how many orgasms she had that night. Seven? Eight? "Was that possible?" she asked herself. She really had no idea. She had lost count and hell, half of them just ran together.

She continued to moan and her pussy spasmed and vibrated. Her stomach convulsed. The pleasure had been intense but it also started to hurt. He continued fucking until he could tell the climax had passed and let go of her hair.

He hadn't cum, but with two big orgasms earlier, he seemed satisfied. He pulled out and she collapsed onto the bed. Mr. Michaels went around to the camera and turned it and the light off and set them to the side. He came back over to the bed and rolled Sarah on her back and then leaned over and kissed her deeply. He couldn't resist giving both nipples a big pinch and twist until she started to respond. "Come clean me up and we'll call it a night," he stated.

She opened her eyes and couldn't believe he expected her to move. But she got herself going for fear of more punishment. She rolled over onto her stomach and leaned out from the bed until she could reach her mouth to his dick. She took it deep into her mouth and sucked all the slick fluid off of him. She knew she was swallowing her own cunt juice but didn't care. It actually didn't taste too bad for it being the first time she had ever tasted a woman's pussy juice. She had never contemplated tasting herself, even when she masturbated. She wasn't sure why, it just never occurred to her. She started licking the sides and the underside until she felt confident she had gotten everything.

"Good girl. Give me your phone," and he waited for her to reach over to the bedside table to retrieve it and hand it to him. "What's the code," he asked, and she gave him the code, 0514. The date she lost her virginity.

At the junior prom. She had been a freshman back then, when Karl, a junior, had asked her to the prom. At the afterparty, they had gone upstairs to one of the bedrooms and she had sex for the first time. It hurt and lasted all of four minutes. He had barely broken her hymen before he came in a hurry. She pretended it had been great but couldn't believe that was all there was to it. After what everyone had told her. She went back to the party totally disappointed. And then later, while they were back downstairs, she saw him laughing and high-fiving some of the other boys and she knew he had bragged about doing it to her. Her reputation for being a fuckable slut had begun. She became more careful about who she had sex with after that.

He unlocked the phone. She wanted to know why he wanted to look through her phone but thought better to ask. "Go take a quick shower and clean up. You will need to get home soon. But I want to talk to you before you leave," he stated and with that he turned and went to sit down in the chair while he started to work on her phone.

She walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on, making the water nice and hot. The raintree shower head felt amazing. The hot water eased her many overworked muscles. The hot water on her ass made her ass burn. "How many times have I been spanked tonight?" she asked herself. No clue. A lot. It scared her when he got angry. She had to work harder to avoid so much punishment. She lingered under the water for at least 15 minutes before grudgingly getting out. She needed to get home. She wrapped one of the giant fluffy towels around her. So much nicer than the ones at home. Nicer than any towel that had ever touched her skin. All of her clothes were downstairs, so she just walked out in the towel.

Mr. Michaels sat waiting patiently. And smiled when he saw her. He picked up his phone and pointed it at her. Her phone with the pink glittery outer cover lay in his lap. "Drop the towel and give me some poses," he demanded. She shrugged and dropped the towel to the floor. She pushed out her tits and pouted for the camera. He clicked and started to move and snap off a number of photos. She went through a dozen or so different poses, following his directions, including one to bend over at the waist with her hands spreading her ass cheeks giving him a wide open view of her pussy and bung hole. He got close ups of her whole body and quite a number of her face.

"Downstairs little girl. And get dressed," he said as he started pulling on his underwear ov

er his still semi-hard cock.