Her Master Demands (Dark BDSM Erotica) (8 page)

“Really!” exclaimed the Master, looking totally flummoxed.
“You mean you’re settling for this – figurative ass kissing instead
of the real thing. God! How disappointing – especially as I went to
so much effort to get Blondie here into the state of mind that
she’d actually do the deed. And there was me thinking you really
hated her, and wanted to see how far she would sink.”

“I do hate the bitch!” snapped Tessa.

“Then make her do this! Make her suffer the greatest indignity
possible – make her stick her tongue up the asshole of her worst
enemy.”

Tessa looked doubtful. Adam coaxed her with a gentle stroke of
her flushed cheek as he pressed the matter further. “Think about
it, Tessa. You wouldn’t have to get naked or anything – not
completely. Just lift up your skirt and drop your knickers to flash
her your asshole then order her to stick her tongue all the way up.
She’ll hate it – but she’ll do it. And you’ll always have that on
her – Emily Johnson licked out your ass. It would be the most
galling experience of her life. You could round it all off by
farting in her face. It will haunt her forever – the awfulness
coming back every time she sees you... Isn’t that right,
Blondie?”

“Yes, Master,” Emily croaked, her mind reeling at the horror
of what she would be forced to do.

“Well... when you put it like that,” said Tessa, still not
sounding totally convinced.

“No half measures, Tessa. I mean, I’d hate to be disappointed
here, and then find that you get disappointed later on – if you get
what I mean. It should be proper measures all the way – celebrate
through till dawn rather than finish it here with a quickie against
the wall.”

Emily was far from happy listening to this, but she had to
admit the man was good – once in sales, clinching a deal would be a
piece of cake for him. She could see Tessa weighing it up – and the
promise of a whole night getting fucked by Adam Wolf was clearly a
huge attraction, and humiliating her enemy to such an extent was
pretty appealing as well. Why Her Master was pressing for this,
Emily had no idea – to prove his power over her could be the only
reason, as surely he didn’t want to spend a whole night with Tessa
delivering part two of the bargain they’d struck – a quick knee
trembler here in the washroom would be a much more preferable
option. For Emily as well – she didn’t like the idea of Her Master
fucking Tessa – it somehow cheapened him – promise or no promise.
It was almost as abhorrent as what Emily would have to do. Almost –
but not quite! Emily prayed that for once Her Master wouldn’t get
his way.

No such luck!

“Okay,” said Tessa, succumbing to the man like everyone did.
“Get the little stuck up madam to stick her tongue up my ass. Then
I want fucked good and proper by a big hard prick, so you’d better
not have been bragging, Adam, when you mentioned the
size!”

Chapter 1
1

It had been a day of endless surprises, and now Emily Johnson
was experiencing another one: the taste of an asshole wasn’t
anywhere near as foul as she might have expected!

She pulled away at the first taste – a nervous little flick
over the purple pucker, her tongue trailing obediently, but shying
at the end. Then she tried again, determined to persevere - wanting
to obey, wanting to please. Pushing away her instinctive revulsion,
Emily circled the skin delicately with the tip. Then finding the
taste wasn’t totally abhorrent, she ventured further and tongued
the anal flesh again, this time with more purpose, lingering as she
traced the starfish arm ridges to finally prod at the yielding
ring.

“That’s it, Blondie,” Her Master coaxed. “Don’t disappoint me.
Get your tongue in there.”

And that’s what Emily did – she obeyed him, as she knew at
that moment she would do in all things. Like a Samurai warrior, she
would fall on her sword if Her Master so desired, for that was the
extent of the hold the man possessed. Dutifully, she pressed on the
ring which obligingly relaxed, allowing her access to the
chute.

It was a truly electrifying moment. Once again Her Master had
performed the trick and turned the depths of depravity into an
ecstasy of submission. Revulsion tried to scream and shout its
indignation, but Emily would hear nothing of it. She buried her
face in the warmth of the crack, thrust with her tongue and made an
oral attack. She felt some nausea; there was an involuntary retch;
the pungent smell, the acrid taste, all conspired against her, but
Emily won through. She found sweetness in the bowels mingling with
the bitterness. The rectal flesh was so silky to the tongue. After
the initial shock and revulsion had waned, she found that pleasure
Her Master always inspired.

“Well done, Blondie! But enough’s enough – the point has been
proved, and I’m really not into having my ass rimmed. But whilst
you’re down there, give my balls a good licking, and of course my
cock. As you can see, it’s got hard again – so no doubt I’ll be
using it quite soon to fuck you some more. But I’m not ready yet –
so in the meantime, you work on me.”

Emily looked up to Her Master, grinning with delight. Lying on
his back with his legs curled up and parted, the man really did
make for the most awesome sight: the handsome face with those dark
manly features; the bulky chest and flat ripped stomach, all
covered in a fine mat of shiny black hair. Even Her Master’s ass
was a wonder to behold: the fleshy buns so full and round; the
lightly fur ringed pucker now glistening with Emily’s saliva. And
of course there was his cock, and the pair of big potent balls –
equipment that had serviced Emily so well over the past few hours:
fucking her wildly, the Master hungry with need to fire off his
seed; then fucking her again within minutes of spurting, taking his
time before blowing another load, delivering so wonderfully against
his promise to rut with her for hours on end.

They were now lying on Adam’s bed in his rather modest flat –
a place that would undoubtedly be upgraded in the near future, once
those scarily large commission cheques started rolling in. They had
come here after Emily’s Master had sorted Tessa out – another
surprise – a whopper in fact. Emily could scarcely believe what had
happened. Yet it had occurred - the scene so clear in her mind – a
memory Emily would treasure for the rest of her life...

“Okay,” said Tessa, succumbing to the man like everyone did.
“Get the little stuck up madam to stick her tongue up my ass. Then
I want fucked good and proper by a big hard prick, so you’d better
not have been bragging, Adam, when you mentioned the
size!”

After Tessa had made this bold declaration, rather shyly for
someone who hoped to spend most of the night with a heck of a big
cock pounding away at her pussy, the evil witch had turned away,
put her hands under her skirt and pulled down her knickers that
were as big as a tent. Encouraged by the man she expected to be
doing that pounding, Tessa had then hitched up her skirt to reveal
the big fat ass which Emily was expected to kiss and lick as the
initial part of Tessa’s pay off. The spectacle was completed when
Tessa had bent over - spreading her legs to part her buttocks and
reveal the full extent of the task Emily was being set.

Ordered to her knees directly behind - Emily had no choice but
to take in Tessa’s ass at close quarters. More generous souls would
have been less severe in their appraisal, but Emily was hardly the
kindly sort when it came to her mortal enemy. The buttocks were
huge and decidedly flabby, not taut and plump like her peachy
pair.

Emily had felt sick. The sight of Tessa’s butt was nauseating.
The very idea that she would have to lick it was turning her
stomach. And not just lick it – get her tongue right in there and
ream out Tessa Clifford’s rancid guts! It was cruel – the worst
thing Her Master had ever done. Everything else had a balancing
edge – a high to offset the low. But not with this! How could there
possibly be an upside to this humiliation? How could Emily possibly
find a crumb of comfort in the taste of Tessa’s putrid
bowels?

“Tell her what you want, Tessa!” Adam had insisted, laughing
at the fun which Emily didn’t find amusing.

“I want her to lick it!” Tessa had said rather
meekly.

“No! Tell HER! Not ME!” shouted Adam, his voice so commanding.
“This is your prize! The bribe you demanded. So tell her! This is
what you asked for in return for your help – so let’s hear you
claim it!”

“Lick my ass,” Tessa had squeaked not very
convincingly.

“Pathetic!” mocked the Master. “Surely you’re not as pathetic
as she is! Come on, Tessa! That’s not how an assertive woman
behaves. Demand! Demand of her now and demand of me later! Or when
it comes to part two, will you ask me nicely to take you, and not
object when all I do is prod your pussy slit with my knob – too shy
to demand that I stick it all the way in then fuck you senseless
with eight hard inches of cock?”

That did the trick. Tessa had looked round and snarled at
Emily, grabbing hold of her flabby butt cheeks to spread them wider
as she hissed out the commands. “Lick my asshole, you nasty little
bitch! Get your tongue up there and get it up deep!”

“That’s more like it, Tessa,” Adam had enthused. “And why
should she do this?”

“Because she’s a pathetic little bitch - that’s why. Because
I’m smarter than her and I’ve set this up.”

“No Tessa, that’s where you’re wrong,” Adam had said. “Tell
her why you’ll do this, Emily.”

Emily!

Up until that point it had been the worst imaginable
nightmare: the grovelling before Tessa; the sight of her ugly ass;
the horror of what Her Master had commanded. Emily had feared she
might fail, because she knew she would try, no matter how revolting
the act would prove. There was no way on earth she could defy Her
Master. If this was what he wanted, then Emily would do her best to
meet his demands.

But he had called her ‘Emily’ which had set her mind racing!
Was that a slip of the tongue? No! Everything Emily had witnessed
and heard about this man had been the work of a Master strategist,
who did everything on purpose. He’d left the scarf on when he could
have shamed her with the collar – that a clear calculated move. And
using Emily’s proper name had unquestionably been
deliberate.

Then the words had come back. They were never difficult to
recall – she could remember almost everything Her Master said to
her, and she had remembered this verbatim...

“
Oh – well you must call me Adam if I’m calling you Emily. And
are you working late tonight... Emily?”

Using her wits, Emily had carefully answered.

“I’m doing it because you are asking me to...
Adam.”

“Of course you are... and I’m sorry that I blackmailed you
into it. But you can stop now, Emily – I think the game is up for
Ms. Clifford.”

Tessa Clifford had been struck mute and apparently paralysed,
for she just held her position, gawping as Emily moved out of the
way, just as Her Master had pulled out a camera and took three
rapid snaps of Tessa’s unattractive butt along with her horrified
face. Finally Tessa’s brain had clicked into gear and she managed
to get herself in a more dignified state, pulling up her knickers
and dropping her skirt.

“What’s going on? I thought we had a deal?” she had cried in
confusion.

“We did,” Emily’s Master had replied calmly. “You said you
wanted Emily to get down on her knees and kiss your fat ass – well
she’s done that – in a figurative sense at least, which is what you
always intended. And with the recording I’ve just made of your
disgusting confession, backed up by these incriminating photographs
– I’d say I’ve delivered my own part of the bargain – for you are
now... WELL AND TRULY FUCKED!!!”

“No! No! It’s a trick,” Tessa had hollered, her eyes bulging
in panic. “I’ll say you lured me down here. You wouldn’t risk it
anyway. You’d lose your job as well if this comes out, so you
wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Adam had laughed. “That’s where you’re wrong
Tessa. I’m planning to go and see Willy Ross tomorrow and make a
full confession. I’m going to tell him how I wanted a job in sales
– a job that you agreed I had the personal qualities for, but you
were reluctant to put me forward for. The story will go that you
demanded sexual favours, which I refused to give – let’s face it
Tessa – who would believe I’d agree to stick my cock into a fat
ugly mess like you! I’m surprised that even you fell for that! Then
as an alternative bribe, and to prove that I could manipulate at
the highest levels, you asked for this: that I seduce Emily
Johnson, whom I was more than happy to fuck, and then blackmail her
into debasing herself in a manner of your choice, or else I’d spill
the beans on her infidelity to her husband. Of course I couldn’t
see it through – hence the sting in the tail at the
end.”

Adam had paused for a moment to let it all sink in. Emily had
gawped at him: at that poker player face, no idea if Her Master was
bluffing or not. But Tessa was buying it, her face was a picture of
abject horror - for she was the one who had raised the stakes,
gambled so much and now stood to lose.

“And what will be the outcome?” Adam had added, hammering it
home to the woman he had tricked. “Well, with the recording as
evidence – you’d definitely lose your job – perhaps worse! Who
knows what dim view the police might take? Whereas me – I think
Willy would be even keener to have me in his team having performed
so well in this sordid little affair. And as for Blondie here –
who’s smarter than she looks and knows all about appearances: she
would be seen as the victim of your evil jealousy and would be
secure in her job for as long as she wants it.”