Clit Chronicles by: CathrynMarie
July 9, 2010
Sex with a married man is always the best sex; the thrill of being a mistress and knowing he is fucking you better than his wife gets me excited. Sexual encounters with married men allow them to be assertive and in control; Dominatrix like. Overtime the controlling and sexual mannerism had evolved into something unexplainable, something that I had to always have.
Meeting with my regular John one late evening and our usual location, the Red Roof Inn, room 112, the night was sure to be as equally grand as the previous nights. Knee-high leather boots with draw string lace up the front, accompanied with a body hugging, black plastic dress and red cape, is my ideal attire. Walking through the door, I did not see him anywhere. Making myself comfortable, I shut the door behind me and placed my black bag on the semen filled comforter supplied by the sleazy Hotel. I rustled through my belongings, searching for the night’s treats when out of nowhere a firm hand wrapped around my throat from behind. Gripping harder, he squeezed his right hand around my throat, while bringing his left hand to meet the finger tips of his right hand, and resting his left palm on the left side of my neck. The element of surprise baffled me, but only for a brief moment. The rush of thrill overtook my body as he jerked me from left to right, leaving me to feel helpless and in his control.
Flinging me towards the bed, he reached down with his left hand and tossed the cover back off the bed, along with my belongings. Throwing me down on the bed, I let out a whelp of fear filled with passion. Hovering over me on his knees on the bed, he reached down with both hands and once again began choking me; this time letting grunts of anger seep through his mouth. Climbing on top of me, with his legs placed on each side of my hips, he informed me I was late and he was not satisfied with this. Aggressively removing the top buttons for my red cape around my throat with his right hand, he pulled the back of my hair with his left hand causing my head to jerk back off balance. Tugging my head forward to look up at him, he continued to pull on my hair, grabbing a larger fist full of it.
After much effort, he unsnapped the three buttons that connected my cape and proceeded to slap me across my left cheek. He begged for me to repeat that no one could fuck me the way he did; doing as instructed, I was then met with another slap across the face. Placing both hands around my throat again, he rocked my head back and forth, side to side, causing me to gasp for air and drool a little. My weakness turned him on more as he wrung my neck harder and repeated once again for me to yell that no one could fuck me the way he could. Unable to comply with his request this time, due to lack of air, I mouthed it. Looking me in my eyes, he laughed at me, he knew I was out of it and was helpless; or was I?
Reaching up with my right hand, I grabbed for his chest and fondled around until finding what I was searching for – his nipple. With the little strength left in my body, I pinched his nipple as hard as I could. With his attention now on his aching right nipple, he let loose of my throat, grabbed at his nipple, looked down on me and slapped me once again. Both arms free, I shoved him off of me and attempted to get up. Sitting up on my knees and removing my cape from around me, I didn’t realize he had gained his composure and was right behind me. Wrapping his whole left arm around my neck, he slapped my ass with his right hand and whispered that I was his for the night and there was nothing anyone could do to save me. Not wanting to be saved, I encouraged his roughness and told him to fuck me hard.
Left arm still around my neck, he continued to smack my ass, calling me his whore and slut with each hit. Pulling me forward to where my ass is in the air, he smacked it some more and told me how much he loved my fat ass. Applying force in his arm, he hauled me backwards and laid me flat on my back, leaving my head to hang off the hotel bed. Pulling me by the hair and neck, he pulled me completely down on the floor, grabbed me by the shoulders and told me to get up and bend over on the bed. Once in position, he told me not to move as he grabbed a fist full of my hair with his left hand and slapped my ass with the right. Making certain I understood what he said, he wobbled my head back and forth and repeated his previous statement.
Sliding the tail of my black dress up my ass, he proceeded to run his index and middle finger down the crack of my ass, stopping at my vagina. Using those same to fingers, he pulled my red thong to the side, climbed behind me, tugged on my hair and began grinding on me from behind. Releasing my hair, he took a step back and got down on his knees behind me. Slapping my ass with both hands, the force caused me to loose my stance; he ordered for me to get up and back in position. Once back in placement, he took his right hand and cupped my pussy. Repeating this maneuver a few times, he stopped to grab my ass with both palms, slap it and assist me back into position again by lifting me up by my cunt.
Forcing his dick into the opening he made available for himself, he rammed his cock deep inside my pussy. Taking a few strokes and thrusts while inside of me, he grabbed my hair and told me to take it all. I began to bounce my ass back and forth to assist his dick with hitting my walls. Quickly removing his dick from my pussy, he raised me up, turned me around and sat me down on the bed. Pulling at the top of my thong, he pulled it up towards the front of me, telling me to bite the brim of it. Complying with his order, my red thong stretched to my mouth, causing my vaginal lips to creep out on the sides of it. Standing in front of me, he slapped me across the face with his right hand and told me to pull harder on the thong. Pulling back harder with my teeth, using forcing from my head, I yanked it harder; my pussy began to get moist.
Using both hands, he grabbed the sides of my thong near my mouth and pulled them apart like the hulk ripping his shirt off of him, causing my pretty red thong to tear into halves. Once separated, he grabbed the torn pieces from the bottom and the top, applying all of his force once again, which lead to my thong being ripped into fourths, leaving only the waist band wrapped around my torso. Finishing what he started, he ripped the remainder of my thong from around my body and flung it across the room.
Lifting me up by my pussy with his right hand and left hand behind the back of my neck, he dropped me back down on the bed. Supporting the back of my neck still, he shoved his two fingers inside of my pussy and began to fuck me hard with them. The pain that I endured below caused my eyes to water, but I couldn’t ask him to stop because I was enjoying it too much. Taking his two fingers out, he pushed all four of his fingers close together and shoved all four inside of me. Fucking me harder and faster each time he went in and out, he told me to take it like a good bitch.
After about three minutes of finger fucking, he took his fingers out and slapped me across my face with my pussy juices. Shoving his fingers inside of my mouth he told me to open wider so he could stick his hand deeper in my mouth. Sticking my tongue out, I welcomed his hand and attempted to lick my taste off of his fingers.
Savoring in the moment, he told me I was a good girl. He felt I had enough of his abuse because my eyes were watering but I told him I wanted to more; I needed to be his bitch all night. He told me he didn’t want to fuck me anymore, just wanted to get his frustration out before going home to fuck his missionary, boring, yet safe wife. Understanding that this was on his dime, I listened to his words and allowed him get his things together so that we could part ways.
Giving him applicable amount of time to leave the hotel, I followed behind him not too far. Allowing him to reach our place of residence first, I drove home anticipating a night of my ear against his bedroom door as he fucked my safe, missionary, yet boring twin sister; his wife.