Carly's WMAF Fantasy Pt. 02

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The ferry docked and we rushed off, hurrying like two eager kids ready to fuck our brains out. Which we were. We hopped onto the tram and nervously took a seat. I rested my hand high up on her thigh as we sat there surrounded by people who couldn't possibly understand how impossibly horny we were. She teased me by letting her fingers just gently graze my cock, frustrating me and keeping me on edge.

We walked quickly to my car, Roland and I had ridden together so I was incredibly grateful that Jennifer had driven Carly and there'd be room for Roland on the way back. When we got to the car, I pushed Carly up against it and kissed her thoroughly, leaving her once again breathless and panting. "Finger your cunt while we drive, slut. And from now on, you don't cum unless you have my permission. Understand?"

"Yes, Master. It's your cunt. I'm not even allowed to touch it without your permission, Master."

"When we get on the interstate, you may suck my cock. I'm sure you're eager to finally fill one of your holes."

"Oh, God. Yes. Thank you, Master," she moaned as she stroked her clit furiously. I reached over and pinched her nipple which caused her to buck in her seat. "Harder. Hurt me, Master. Hurt my worthless nipples. Please."

I rewarded her begging by smashing her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Twisting and pulling as I did. Her finger stroked faster on her clit. "I'm so close, Master. Please let your worthless whore cum."

"No," I said simply and released her nipple. She whined lewdly but smiled at me.

"I swear I've never been so turned on in my life. Please, Master. Let me fill my pitiful mouth with your beautiful white cock. Let me choke on it. Let me show you what a good, eager fucking cunt I was bred to be."

As the car eased onto the interstate, I unzipped my fly and fished out my cock. As her slender hand snaked over, her touch on my raw flesh felt so good. "So big," she whispered. I'm pretty average both in length and girth. Right around six inches depending on how turned on I am. Right then I felt fucking mammoth. "So much bigger than those pencil dick asian... " she spit on my cock, "boys." She finished with a snicker as she engulfed my cock in one incredibly slutty swallow.

If I hadn't been driving, I'd have cum within seconds. She slammed my cock into the back of her throat and massaged me with her tongue. Moaning as she fucked her mouth on my cock, I thought I was in heaven. "Stupid fucking cunt. I'm going to destroy that tight cunt so you can't ever feel a tiny Asian dick again. You'll be a stretched out, white bred slut just like you need to be." Carly moaned an eager affirmation onto my cock.

I reached my right hand down the back of her shorts, circling her asshole with my finger. "And when I'm not breeding you, I'll fuck your ass. Have you ever taken it in the ass before, slut."

She came off my cock for a second and twisted her head to look up at me, "No, Master. I've saved my ass for a beautiful white cock. For your beautiful white cock. I want you to take it, Master. Lube yourself with my Asian cunt juice and fucking ruin my ass," she said and slammed her mouth back down on my cock. Shoving her lips to the root.

I grabbed her head and held it onto my cock, enjoying the moans and squeals she made. "And what else does my dumb little Asian bimbo want me to do?" I asked as I yanked her off my cock.

Her lips searched for my cock like a fish desperate for water. "Anything, Master. Please. Anything."

I shoved her back down onto my cock and held her there, "Anything, cunt? Anything is a dangerous gift." I again yanked her up.

"Please, Master. Please. I'll do anything to please you. The more humiliating the better. I don't care. Train me to be your perfect little whore. Show me what it's like to be a white man's rape meat!"

My cock, surprising me, twitched at her words and I shoved her back onto my cock. "I'll have to mark your slut ass appropriately," I told her. "A nice tramp stamp should suffice. And we'll have to get those little pink nipples pierced won't we?" I asked her. Stuffed full of my cock she could only respond with an enthusiastic moan that pushed me closer to flooding her mouth with my cum. I yanked her up and down by her hair, roughly fucking her mouth with my cock like some kind of sex toy. "A good cock sleeve should never be able to forget her place," I roared as she started sucking and I shot down her throat. She eagerly swallowed it, making sounds as if she was enjoying a five star meal after years on a desert island.

When I'd finally finished cumming, I yanked her off me and flung her across the car back to her seat. Cum drunk and barely able to think, her fingers rushed to her pants before pausing, "May I touch your cunt, Master?"

I smiled, "You may. But you're not permitted to cum. It may be awhile until I let you cum, bitch."

She returned my smile with her own, "I hope so, Master. Not able to even have control over my own orgasms makes me feel more than just submissive. It makes me feel owned."

"You really are getting off on this aren't you," I asked, looking at her with earnest surprise.

She turned to me, clear eyed and said, "Jay, the orgasm you made me have on the ferry is literally the best thing I've ever felt. I'm not saying I'll never want anything else or this kink is all I'll ever have. But to finally find someone to explore it with? Oh God, I want to explore every inch of it. I want you to do every perverted thing you've ever imagined doing. I've known you for almost 15 years. I want you to push me. Use me. Fuck me. That single orgasm alone would be worth giving you everything."

I could feel my recently spent cock twitch. "I like that you call me 'Jay' when you're being serious," I told her as I reached over and stroked her nipple. Her back arched and she moaned in response to the attention I gave her hard little nubs. I realized I still hadn't seen her nude which was odd given how completely intimate I felt with her in the moment. "Let's say that's our safe word. My name. I'll know you need to talk or stop when you say it. But you'll address me as Master at all other times. Do you understand, slut?" I punctuated the last with a hard pinch to her nipple that left her t-shirt stretched and distorted.

After she composed herself, she bit her lip and nodded, "Yes, Master. And I promise to be a good, stupid little fuck slut for you. You won't be disappointed, Master. I want you to take out all your frustrations on me. Use me. Abuse me. Break me down and remake me so that all I can think about is pleasing your cock."

I raced back to the hotel while Carly continued to finger herself. She stayed on the edge, whispering dirty things that I could only barely hear. When we got to the hotel, I led her through the lobby with my hand firmly holding her ass cheek. She tried to hide herself up against me but I whispered, "Stand up straight. Be a proud slut." Her obedience was instant as she stuck her chest out, proudly showing off her rock hard nipples through the thin shirt. When we got to the elevator, I grabbed her and spun her around, slamming her into the wall and kissing her forcefully. I grabbed her left leg and pulled it up and around me as I ground into her. It was as if we making wordless promises to each other about the debauchery ahead.

When the elevator dinged, I yanked her off of me by her long black hair and pointed her towards the door. My hands roamed down her sides and I rolled the tops of her shorts up using the elastic until they could get no shorter. Her ass cheeks practically spilled out of the bottom and her stomach was fully displayed now that the once modest shorts were reduced to an obscenely short length. Leading her down the hall, I said loud enough that had anyone in the hallway been present, they'd have clearly heard, "Now you look like a proper fresh off the boat slant whore." My reward was a stumble and gasp from my new toy. "Maybe I'll just take you downtown to a street corner."

She caught me by surprise and spun fiercely on me in the hallway, "No, Jay. I want YOUR white cock. YOU are my Master. I'm a one man set of fuck holes." The fire in her eyes told me she was completely serious.

I looked her up and down. "Strip," I said coldly. She hesitated for the briefest of moments but not to look up and down the hallway. Merely to look into my eyes. Whatever she saw, she approved of because her lips curled into a golden smile and she yanked her shirt off and stripped her shorts down.

We were standing right outside my room but I needed to take in the beauty in front of me. Her opal skin was flawless and smooth. She wasn't the light skinned asian you typically see, years of Florida sun had given her skin an almost mediterranean tone. But her natural skin color shone through in her sharply contrasted bikini tan. Her B cup tits were almost lily white, untouched by the sun. Her beautiful, small pink areolas surrounded long, pointed brown nipples that had been hard for hours now. The same was true of her cunt which was untanned and smooth except for a tuft of wispy black hair above it. She stood impassively, eyes closed and shaking from an intense combination of fear, arousal and embarrassment, while I reached around her to unlock the door. Leaning down to grab her clothes, I grabbed her hair and walked her inside, letting the door slam shut behind us.

"You are a well bred piece of fuck meat, Carly," I told her as my fingers traced down to her nipples. I brushed them slightly, eliciting a soft moan from her. She stood still, eager but patient. As my fingers traced down her stomach towards her cunt, I rubbed along her moist slit, grazing her clit. "I want this cunt completely smooth at all times."

"Yes, Master," she said with a nearly orgasmic moan of lust.

"You're my fuck toy. You'll start dressing that way," I told her as I brought her shirt up in front of her face. I ripped a sleeve off then ripped it in half down the side. She gasped as I tossed the tattered remains in the trash. Then I ripped the shorts in half and tossed them away. "Now you're mine, bitch," I told her and kissed her again as my hands roamed up and down, grabbing her ass and then lifting her off her feet and shoving her on the bed.

She looked up at me, eyes on fire with lust, her legs together, still showing a reflex of modesty. My eyes traced down her lithe body, resting on that warm, pink target. She sensed what my desire was and she slowly spread her legs wide, snaking a hand down to spread her cunt lips and show me what I was about to claim. "Please take me, Master. Fill this worthless cunt with your thick white cock. Breed me so I can finally be useful."

I couldn't wait any longer. I ripped my shirt off and kicked my sandals across the room. Yanking down my shorts, I grasped my cock in my fist, "Is this what you want, baby? You want me to fill that tight Asian cunt with my cum?"

"Yessss," she moaned, spreading her legs wider. Inviting me. Gifting me her body.

"Put your hands behind your back so I can fuck my little Asian doll."

She wriggled her hands behind the small of her back, trapping herself. It left her tits jutting further out, presented to me fully. I crawled onto the bed and lined my cock up with her cunt. She simply stared at me. She was beautiful. I slowly slid my cock into her, enjoying the expression on her face as it stretched her and slowly filled her. "I'm in now, slut. You've got my whole cock in your cunt now." She ground her hips into and. Her cunt was so tight that I felt like I could cum just from her gyrating underneath me. My hands found her tits as I flexed my cock inside her. Then I pulled and twisted on her nipples, driving her wild.

She whimpered pitifully, "Please, Master. Please. Please fuck me. Please. I need it. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me. Doesn't my cunt feel good enough? Please. Oh God. I need it so bad. Just pound me, Master." She continued to babble, begging and pleading. I grinned at her, enjoying how desperate I'd made her. This girl that I'd remembered as somewhat haughty and aloof, now out of her mind with desperation.

"You dumb slut," I told her and pulled out slowly then slammed my cock deep into her cunt. Hard and fast. She screamed a sound of absolute unrestrained pleasure and I rewarded her with another hard thrust. Then another. I kept pulling out slowly and then jamming back in. Our skin slapped together though you could barely hear it over her screams of pleasure. I leaned forward, squeezing her tits in my hand, leaving fingerprints in the soft white flesh. "Look at me, slut," I said and her eyes instantly snapped open. Her mouth was stuck in an "O" as I rammed into her but she forced herself to look at me, "You're mine." She nodded, unable to form words. "I'm going to turn you into a perfect cock socket for your new white master," I told her.

She started trying to mouth something but I couldn't understand it so I slowed down, finally pulling my cock out except for the head. She whimpered and tried to thrust herself onto me but I held off. "What is it slut?"

"PleasecanIcumpleasecanIcumpleasecanIcum," she whispered rapidly.

"No!" I said simply and slammed my cock back in hard and fast. Her scream of denied pleasure was so loud I was worried someone would hear. That fear evaporated from my head as Carly wrapped her legs around me, pulling me tighter. I grabbed her shoulders, pinning her into the bed as I slammed into her hard and fast. No breaks. No teasing. No mercy. I took from her body what I wanted and she thrashed and moaned and screamed underneath me. Eventually, with one last thrust, I buried my cock and filled her cunt with my cum.

I leaned forward and kissed her sweetly, savoring the moment. I could feel her cunt milking me cock, squeezing every bit of me that she could. She was having her own aftershock spasms. Little mini-orgasms that promised a much more powerful one if and when I let her finally cum. She returned my kisses, "Thank you, Master. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

I rolled off of her and she quickly reached down to her cunt, sliding two fingers in and bringing them to her lips, licking and sucking them lewdly. "Oh, Master. We taste so sweet together."

Now maybe I'm weird, but I've always liked the taste of my own cum. I've never used a sock or a tissue. I just clean myself up. I have absolutely zero desire to taste another man's cum but mine comes from me... so what's the big deal? I rolled over and slunk down on her, grinning up at her confused expression. I spread her legs wide and dove down to her red, swollen cunt. My tongue flicked across her gash and she arched her back, thrusting herself at me. "Oh my, God. Please. Please, Master."

"Please what slut?"

"Please lick me. Please. Anything. I need it. But I'm so close. Please don't make me cum without permission, Master. Please don't"

I leaned back and started licking and sucking on her cunt. She was right, we did taste sweet together. She was soaking wet, my cum and her own juices already leaking out of her. My tongue lashed across her and in her, making her writhe on the bed, desperately trying to stave off her orgasm. "I'm so close, Master. Please. Please. Please."

I leaned up, looked her dead in the eyes and simple said, "No." As I did so, I brought my hand down in a slap high on her left thigh. She shook and screamed but never tried to close her legs. "No," I said again, this time smacking her right thigh. "No," I told her a third time and brought my hand down right on her cunt. This time she couldn't help but twitch and try to close her legs a little but I was between them and she couldn't.

She took a breath and composed herself then spread her legs back. "Thank you, Master," she said with a grin. I returned her smile then smacked her cunt five more times, quickly without pause. "Oh fuck, Master. I swear I think I could cum from that. Please. Let me spread my cunt lips and you can thrash my clit until I cum. Please, Master."

"No," I told her again. This time my left hand reached up and spread her cunt lips, exposing her pink swollen clit. Some girls have hard to see clits. Some girls have clits that are almost tiny dicks. Carly's was an obvious pink button, swollen and eager. I flicked it. Hard. She screamed and thrashed, desperately trying to keep her legs spread but her every instinct was to curl up in a ball.

"Oh fuck. Thanks you, Master. Thank you."

I moved up beside her, laying next to her and taking her into my arms. "I wish I'd known this part of you years ago. High school would've been a helluva a lot better."

She kissed me again. Not the out of control tongue lashing. Not even the sensual french kiss of a slutty woman. This was the kiss of a lover and I enjoyed the cool, sweet taste of her lips as they lingered. "I don't think either of us were ready for this then. I know I wasn't. And I don't think you were this comfortable with yourself back then."

"Would you have even gone out with me?"

She looked at me, "Of course!" she said, clearly surprised. "I had a huge crush on you. But you were always hung up on some other girl. You were the only guy in school smarter than me. It got me so hot thinking about. I think that's one of the reasons I can't help but think of you as superior."

I thought back. I honestly couldn't remember Carly ever sending me a signal. Ever. Not a single one. There were plenty of other girls that I could remember, in hindsight, had sent 17 year old me signals that I was too stupid to notice but not Carly. "Seriously? I always thought you didn't like me."

"Was I really that much of a bitch in school?" she asked. Not angry... not exactly. But confused. And maybe a little... sad?

"No. No. But... well... I never felt like you laughed at my jokes or really even enjoyed being around me," I told her as I hugged her naked body against mine.

She slid her left leg across me, sensually, and rubbed her cunt against my hairy leg. Then whispered, "Well, Master. You may not have known then. I was too afraid to tell you. I didn't laugh because I was nervous everytime you were near me. Whenever you were around, my tight little cunt was overflowing with juice." She licked my ear playfully, "I couldn't have possibly articulated it. But I longed to spread my legs for you even back then."

"That is so hot," I told her and gave her another kiss, longer and more passionate than the last. "And now that you've finally admitted all of this. Now that you've gotten what you want. What do you want next?"

She looked at me and laughed. "I haven't gotten what I want. Not by half. Not by a tenth. I haven't gotten one one-hundredth of one percent of what I want," she said as her hand found my cock. I wasn't hard again but I could feel myself stirring despite the last two orgasms. "I was serious in the car. I want you to teach me. Train me. Remake me. Tell me what your perfect slut would be like and I'll make it happen. In fact, tell me now while you're not aroused. Tell me now while you're thinking with your brain. Tell me what a perfect little yellow fuck toy would be like for a strong white Master."

I wasn't 100% sure if I was thinking with my brain or if I was already thinking with my cock but I considered the question regardless. "I want you shaved smooth at all times. I want you to always address me as 'Master' unless we're in public and then you will call me 'Sir' "

"What about around our friends?"

I considered this. "Truthfully? How far can I push my luck?"

She nodded and said, "Try me, Master."

"You'll address me as 'Sir' in front of your friends... and Roland," I told her. Her eyes went wide as she imagined it before smiling and nodding.