Old-Fashioned Values (20 page)

He stood up, not taking his eyes off the display Sally made of the bottom-hole that Mark delighted to think belonged to him now—where he could, if he chose, take his pleasure most often, even if Sally would rather have him in her cunt—and dropped his jeans and his boxers, and ripped off his shirt. He saw Sally twisting her head to try to figure out what he had done, and, simply giving in to his bestial impulses and trying to take John’s advice, he said, “Keep your eyes down to the coverlet, Sally. What’s going to happen to your bottom now isn’t something you’re allowed to see, and I don’t want to see your face while I’m doing it.”

“Oh, God… sir, I…”

Mark heard in her voice wild arousal, and he knew then that John had been absolutely right.

“Who’s in control, in this room?” he asked, stroking his cock and loving the notion that he had forbidden her to see him doing it: he would take his eyes’ fill of Sally Lanchester holding her bottom open for training and fucking. If he wanted, he could jerk off on her ass, or walk around the bed and have her keep her eyes closed while he jerked off in her face.

“You are, sir.”

“Sally,” he said softly, “are you my little come-slut?”

“Oh, God… oh, God… yes, sir.”

“Are you going to be my little anal-whore?”

“Yes!” The word came from her chest in a sob.

“Come-slut anal-whores aren’t allowed to watch their masters use their bottoms. Do you know why?”

Mark wasn’t sure he knew the real answer, but he felt increasing confidence in his dirty-talk improvisation skills.

“It’s disrespectful, sir?”

“Yes, Sally. A good anal-whore knows that when she is commanded to offer her bottom to her master, she must make that sacrifice without having any say about what he will do with her there. Your bottom belongs to me now, Sally, and until I’m done taking my pleasure there, you will not see it again unless I order you to look at what I’m doing.”

The last part came to Mark in a flash, and seemed to him to perfect the little episode, for at the thought of being
made
to watch Mark fucking her bottom, Sally moaned loudly and her little cunt gave a charming little contraction. Her hands moved on her bottom seemingly of their own accord, lewdly squeezing and stretching the pert cheeks that still glowed a little pink from her spanking, as if simultaneously to proffer her anus more fully and to try desperately to stimulate herself and assuage some of the heat there. Mark could now see that she must be very warm indeed between her thighs, since Sally’s arousal had begun to glisten, and even to trickle down her upturned pussy.

Mark couldn’t resist, and the idea that he didn’t need to resist made the impulse that much more attractive. He got up on the bed and said, “Keep that bottom open while I fuck this little cunt, Sally Lanchester. And keep those panties out of my way.” He crouched behind her and maneuvered the head of his raging cock to the place he already knew so very well. Then he gripped Sally’s hips, loving the feeling of the lace of her still-on panties under his fingers, he entered her wonderful tightness, and began to ride hard from the moment he felt himself inside and held so deliciously by her little cunt.

“Oh, sir… thank you, sir,” Sally whimpered. “Thank you. Thank you, my… my lord.”

Mark felt his cock give a little leap to hear her call him that.

“Oh, Sally. I love you.” He kept riding hard, and felt that he was about to come. “I love you… my… my come-slut… anal-whore.”

Sally sobbed and came, apparently at the sound of the words, with a scream that Mark was sure John and Rachel must have heard. Mark stopped moving so that he wouldn’t come, unable to pull out immediately, as he had decided he must to teach Sally about how her pleasure was at his command. Sally’s pussy just felt too wonderful. He stroked her back for long moments, and ran his fingers along the lace of the panties he had made her keep on. Then, with a resolve he hadn’t known he had inside him, he pulled out.

“Time for your training,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” Sally whispered.

Mark got off the bed. The vigor of the fucking he had given Sally had bounced the lube and the butt plug off the bed, and he retrieved them. The butt plug was a small blue one that John had recommended, from the box of twenty or so that he had shown Mark; he would be using an identical one to get Rachel ready, he said. Mark had been rather startled to see how big some of the plugs in the box were, but he had tried not to show it.

“Lots of lube,” John said. “That’s the main thing.”

Mark squeezed a big pool of the clear, viscous fluid onto his left palm, dropped the lube bottle, and picked up the butt plug, lasciviously enchanted with the idea that he would put it into his girlfriend’s bottom now. The plug had a flared shape, but it was really quite narrow, perhaps three-quarters of an inch in diameter. It wasn’t as thick as Mark’s cock, certainly, and it should go in easily so that Sally could get used to having something there that someone else had imposed upon her. It made Mark even harder to think about how from now on he could tell her to wear her butt plug every day, if he wanted, and even buy increasingly large ones to train her for real—to make her better at having her bottom fucked by her lord.

“Keep that bottom open, anal-whore,” Mark said, though Sally needed no urging as far as he could tell. He put his fingers under the gusset of the panties where it lay over the inner curve of her right bottom-cheek, and pulled it even further right, until Sally gasped at the tightening of the lace. “Hold it there, young lady,” he said, and Sally took the strip of lace-backed cotton and held it submissively so that her training could begin.

Mark put the glistening, lube-covered tip of the plug up against the little dimple of her anus, and she whimpered in fear and arousal. He pushed very gently, and the whimper became a little moaning whine of discomfort. Her bottom-hole tightened instinctively against the invasion, but the tip of the plug was so narrow that Mark, even pushing gently, had managed to work it just inside—a millimeter or so—her tiny pink ring.

“Shh, Sal,” he said. “You need to learn to open for me. My cock is going to go there very soon, and it’s a lot bigger than this little trainer.”

“Oh, no… oh, please…”

“Shh. Yes. You can do it. I know it feels shameful, but that’s why you’re my anal-whore, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Sally squeaked. “Oh, yes… my… lord.”

As she spoke, Mark pushed a little more firmly, delighting in the sight of Sally’s bottom submissively taking the blue plastic plug as she held it open for her training, the lovely lace panties still adorning her there, like a bit of gift wrap that still hadn’t been removed from a special present. Sally cried out, and Mark watched her push, seeing her little pink anus yield itself to the trainer that made its glistening way inside her most secret place.

Sally was sobbing in passionate discomfort now, and whispering, “My lord. My lord,” into the coverlet. Mark wanted to kiss her mouth, but his dominant side told his softer nature to content itself with kissing her bottom and saying, “Good girl. Such a good girl. How does that feel now?”

“Weird, my lord?” She giggled. The dominant in Mark wasn’t pleased by the giggle, but his softer side rejoiced that she felt lighthearted about the dark affair.

Mark didn’t seat the plug inside her, but made her get used to the feeling of having something hard moving inside her tight ring. He pushed and pulled gently, adding some lube by dripping it down her bottom’s adorable crack, which she kept obediently open as he prepared her for his pleasure.

Little mewling sounds came from Sally’s throat now as he worked her on the plug, and Mark seemed to grow harder than he had ever been, hearing them. He got up on the bed, pumping his cock in his left hand while he ceaselessly moved the plug in and out, in and out.

“Oh, God…” Sally said. “My lord… do it, please.”

“Hush, anal-whore,” Mark replied. “I get to say, but you’re right that it’s time.” He pushed the plug all the way in at last, and Sally cried out as the widest part, just above the base, opened her wider than she had been opened yet.
She’ll be open wider than that in a moment,
said Mark’s dominant side, as his softer nature couldn’t help a pang of guilt at how hard it made him to think about making Sally take him whether it hurt or not.

He stripped off the lacy panties then, holding her hands firmly on her backside without speaking as he pulled the ivory fabric under them, and showing her that he wanted her to continue to keep her bottom open for him. He dropped the panties on the bed, knowing that he would get a thrill of arousal from looking at them while he was inside Sally, because he was the man who had removed them from her.

Then he poured lube into his left palm again, and this time he anointed himself with it, feeling the wonderful slickness and how it enhanced his pleasure. One thing he had determined, thinking about this initiation of Sally’s backside: he must do everything he could to come quickly, so as not to put her through too terrible an ordeal. Though his bestial nature fantasized about having his cock in Sally’s ass for hours and hours, he knew that the most important thing tonight was making sure that Sally liked anal, if in that ambiguous way that he knew, from his lewd reading, subs liked anal.

He pulled the plug out gently, murmuring to Sally, “Open up now, and push for me.” He laid the plug on the towel he had set there to receive it hygienically, and then at last he put the glistening head of his cock on her little bottom-hole. “There we go,” he breathed very softly, and began to push.

Sally made a little whining sound in her throat, and seemed to tighten herself against him, but Mark kept pushing, his cock made even harder by the idea that he was forcing her, to his shame but also his even greater determination. Sally gave a loud scream, and Mark pushed even harder, unable to contain his dominant urge to have her there at any cost. Sally screamed again, then her bottom surged, and Mark felt her little ring enclosing the head of his cock, so tightly that he groaned at the sensation.

“Oh, Sal. Such a good girl. So nice and tight.”

Sally sobbed in response, and then, as gently as he could, Mark began to move, murmuring. “Good girl. Good girl,” as her cries turned ambiguous under him. “Play with yourself now,” he said, and Sally moved her hands at last from her bottom and put them underneath, and began to wank herself furiously.

“Oh, sir… oh, my God. I’m going to come…”

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Mark said, marveling at how even this ordeal seemed to give his wonderful girl submissive pleasure.

Now she screamed in ecstasy, and Mark couldn’t help riding hard, just for a little, and that made him come inside her bottom, gripping Sally’s hips so hard he left the marks of his fingers there after he had withdrawn, and the seed dripped out of her bottom as he stroked it, praising her. “That felt so good, Sally. Thank you.”

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered into the pillow.

He went to the bathroom to clean himself up, and when he returned Sally was still in that beautiful submissive position, over the pillows, and she was rubbing her bottom with both hands, dreamily.

Gently he began to tug the coverlet out from under her. “May I get up and help, sir?” Sally asked, smiling.

“You may get up, but you may not help,” he said, returning the smile. “At least I can feel like I’m taking care of you, after I hurt you that way.”

“Oh, sir,” she replied. “You didn’t hurt me. Well, I mean, you didn’t
hurt
me. I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

He cozied her in the sheets and comforter, got into bed beside her, and cuddled her until she fell asleep, kissing her hair all the while. Every time he kissed her, Sally would give a tiny giggle, softer and softer each time. When he kissed, and she didn’t giggle, Mark knew she was asleep. Then, somehow free to contemplate what had happened that night, his reason spoke to his dominant erotic nature and said, “You are the luckiest man in creation. Do you know that?”

Mark’s dominant erotic nature nodded savagely. Then both reason and dominance fell asleep, both of them still with their arms around Sally Lanchester.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Rachel woke to see the sun streaming in the window onto John’s beautiful face where he slept next to her. How could he look so innocent, she wondered? Not only was he a very wicked man, in so many ways, Rachel knew now—or at least a very lascivious one—but much more important, he was a very, very wise man. It didn’t seem right that his face should look like anyone else’s when he slept, its craggy beauty notwithstanding. The sunlight shouldn’t be illuminating John’s face; his face should be illuminating the sunlight.

Rachel moved a bit in bed and winced. Her anus was terribly sore. John had seen to that, and Rachel blushed, thinking of the previous night. As she remembered, though, the soreness began to her slight distress to arouse her.

She was in the very early stages of becoming aware of the world around her, and her dreams hadn’t truly released her yet: the thought that John’s face could teach the sunlight how to shine suddenly gave her the dreamlike thought of what it would be like to have the sun in one’s bottom. That strange little fantasy released her fully from sleep by arousing her very greatly, so greatly that she felt she would simply die if she didn’t soothe the ache in her pussy as she imagined the sun, or perhaps Apollo, god of light, taking her anally.

She touched her pussy with her right hand, and had to stifle a little whimper at the sensation of her fingers on her clit. Stealthily, guiltily, Rachel began to masturbate, as quietly as she could, the urgency and the arousal increased by the thought that John very well might spank her if he woke up and found her abridging his rights over her pussy that way.

God, what an amazing game, and an amazing life.
That blissful thought rode high over her mental stream as she moved her fingers gently up and down, squeezed her clit, entered her pussy naughtily. She remembered the way John had fucked her bottom, twice, not letting her rise from her submissive position in between the bouts of anal sex. She whimpered aloud, and John woke up.