“Look at me, Bonnieslut,” I said in a gentle but compelling voice. “That will be your name
all weekend, my Bonnieslut.”
“Yes Sir,” she answered, as she’d heard Tammi and Collette address me earlier. Bonnie
turned her eyes to mine and then lowered them immediately in deference to what she saw
there, the raw lust, the power and will to dominate her. It was an unconscious but lovely
display of her submission to me.
“Very good, slut. Now your weekend of total sexual slavery begins. Strip for me,
Bonnieslut,” I command softly. “Leave on your stockings and garters but remove everything
else. That will make you look even more like a slut, like my sex slave.”
“Y-yes Sir,” she stammered as her fingers moved to open the buttons on her blouse. When
she reached the waistline of her skirt she leaned forward to unbutton it and open the
zipper. She slid her skirt down over her ass and off her feet, then finished unbuttoning
her blouse and dropped it on the floor with the skirt. Her bustier quickly followed.
I sat looking at her silently for some time as she sat with her head slightly bent,
waiting. My eyes roved over her body, pausing at her lush tits and then at her shaven
pussy. I could see her watching me watch her from under lowered lids.
“You are so lovely, my Bonnieslut. I’m a fortunate Master this weekend and I’ll use you
often and hard, I promise. Not one orifice you have will go unfucked, not one.”
She shuddered and a slight moan of anticipation slipped out. “Yes Master. Thank you
Master.”
I couldn’t keep from chuckling quietly. “Now undress me, slut. Strip your master and
then you may beg to be taken, to be fucked like the slut that you are.”
“Yes Sir,” she replied eagerly. As quickly as she could Bonnie finished removing every
stitch of my clothing including my socks and shoes.
As she opened her mouth to begin to ask me to fuck her I told her to move into the back.
I was pleased at how quickly she obeyed, watching her ass as she climbed over the seat and
thinking how pleasant it would be to be buried in it. The rear seat was already folded
down and there was a blanket spread over a large, soft mat.
“You were rather sure of yourself, weren’t you Sir?” she teased me with a grin.
“No, my hot slut, but very hopeful,” I grinned back as Bonnie got on her knees. I joined
her and reached up to turn on the little bullet light in the roof. The small light allowed
me to better enjoy her lovely nakedness.
“Now, slut, beg as I watch you play with yourself. Beg for my cock as you watch me
stroke it. Beg well and be fucked, play well and be fucked hard.” I watched the lust grow
in her eyes as I instructed her.
Without hesitation Bonnie’s fingers dove into her sopping wet pussy and began to fuck in
and out. Her other hand went to a breast and squeezed it, her fingers pressing into the
firm flesh under her satiny skin and her thumbnail flicking over her nipple and tightening
areola. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked with the rhythm of her hand as she
fucked herself.
“Please Sir, please fuck your slut. See how hot I am for you, how wet my pussy is for
you?” Bonnie kept fucking her fingers in and out, her hand alternating between her tits,
tugging and pinching on her nipples. “Please Sir, fill me with your big cock and fuck me
hard and fast. Drive your man meat into my cunt and fuck me until I’m screaming with
pleasure. Please fuck your slut Sir. Please fuck your slave’s pussy,” she begged. Her hips
rocked and her fingers moved faster, filling the vehicle with her whimpers and the wet,
slurping sounds each stroke with her fingers made.
“Yes, Bonnieslut,” I answered, my cock hard and weeping pre cum and my voice raspy with
passion. “Now your master for the weekend will use you as his slut and sex slave. Pull
your pussy lips wide apart for me, my slut. Lift your hips and hold them up so I can see
you spread, opening your cunt for me, then I’ll fuck it.”
All she could do is moan as my words inflamed her even more. Her hand left her breast
and went to her pussy as her other withdrew from her wet opening. Each pinched a pussy lip
and her hips lifted from the blanket as she spread lips and legs as wide apart as she
could. Bonnie’s arousal and the stimulation just ended had her cunt opening and closing
like a mouth looking for something to suck on or eat.
I shuffled forward on my knees and placed my swollen cock head at her vaginal opening. I
paused as my hands took possession of her tits and my fingers seemed to disappear into
them as I squeezed hard. Her mouth opened to voice the pain she felt, but instead her
breath comes out as a grunt as I ram my cock into her cunt. It was stretched and filled to
capacity and I ground on her cervix seeking to go deeper as she took another breath.
“Oh, yes! Fill me! Fuck me!” Bonnie cried out as her hips jerked to meet my thrust. My
hands pulled hard on her tits to try to drag her closer, hurting them with a very erotic
pain.
Oh, how I fucked her. My cock was bigger than she was used to and I knew very well how
to use it. I used my hips to drive my wide head into all the walls of her cunt. The
movement of my hips gradually grew faster.
The wet sound of my cock driving into and pulling out of her cunt filled the air, as did
the scent of a slut’s cunt being fucked, and fucked well at that. Her legs wrapped around
my hips and her heels drummed on my hard ass cheeks to urge me to move faster. As Bonnie’s
nails raked my back I pulled and tugged on her tits, stretching her hard nipples. I used
her nipples to shake her heavy tits, which made them bounce and jiggle and added to the
pleasure/pain I was giving her.
Over and over I continued to slam my cock into my weekend slave as her hips rose to meet
each stroke. She moaned and begged for me to fuck her, to screw her into the blanket on
the floor, to hump her and use her as my slut, as my whore and sex slave.
Then I felt it, that flutter that signaled her impending orgasm. Her cunt began to clench
around me, releasing me to clench around me even harder, trying to milk my thick juice
from my cock as she got closer to cumming.
“I’m nearly there, oh god, please don’t stop,” Bonnie begged. “Fuck me harder, fuck me
deeper! Please Sir, fuck your sex slave and make her cum!”
My cock swelled in her tight cunt as she begged. With short, fast strokes I drove into
her even harder and faster, slamming against her cervix, slamming into the furthest depths
of her cunt. She whimpers at the pain, but moans louder at the pleasure, her release at
hand.
With a grunt and then a bellow my balls erupt, shooting the cum out of the end of my
cock in stream after stream, filling her to overflowing. I kept fucking her as her scream
of pleasure matched my yell and her legs clutched at me even harder. Her tight walls
spasmed around my cock, milking it dry. Each continuing stroke squeezed out a little more
cum, making it drool down over her clenching ass hole.
My hips still twitched as I collapsed onto Bonnie’s bruised and sweaty breasts and
belly. I lay on top of her, both of us gasping for air as she murmured, still in the
throes of her release.
“Oh, thank you Sir, thank you! It’s been so long since I was fucked like that. Your slut
and sex slave thanks you. Mmm,” her hips still rocked her pussy against me. Then suddenly
she gasped, “Oh god, I’m cumming again!” and her cunt squeezed my slowly softening cock in
a second release that robbed her of coherent speech.
Still trying to catch my breath, I finally rolled off her as my soft cock dragged across
her thigh and left a trail, a mixture of her juices and my cum. I gripped a handful of her
hair and slowly pulled her down my sweaty body to my cum covered crotch.
“Lick and suck me clean, my sex slave,” I ordered my Bonnieslut, still panting a bit. I
hadn’t fucked anyone like that for quite a while either.
She obeyed without question or hesitation, already sucking my slick, flaccid cock into
her mouth as she mumbled, “Yes Sir.” She’d just begun to lick me clean when we were both
startled.
We jerked upright at something hard knocking on the side window. A flashlight came on,
revealing a police officer standing outside holding a camcorder, its tiny red light
flickering to show it was recording.
Bonnie curled into a ball, trying to cover her nakedness. I turned off the interior
light and slid over the seat into the front.
The flashlight’s beam moved back and forth between us as the officer said, “Come on out.
Right Now and just as you are. Right now or it’ll be worse for both of you.”
Jeremy opened his door and stepped out, still naked. I shivered and cried in
embarrassment and shame, but I reached for the door handle and opened it, afraid of what
could be worse.
The officer took a step back as I exited the car. As I looked up at him through eyes
blurred with tears, I noticed the camcorder was panning back and forth between us, then he
held it on me.
“You sir, will slowly reach inside and bring out your wallet and give me your driver’s
license,” the officer told Jeremy.
“You, Ma’am, will stand very still and straight. Lace your fingers together and put them
behind your neck. Now, Ma’am,” he instructed me.
Jeremy slowly complied and then I obeyed his orders, blushing furiously. Now there was
no way to cover my naked body and standing with my arms behind my head lifted my breasts
into prominent display. The video camera recorded it all.
After Jeremy handed the officer his license I was instructed to very slowly crawl in the
same door and get my driver’s license, nothing else. My embarrassment reached new heights
as I complied with his instructions. My bare ass was pointed toward them as I climbed into
the SUV and I knew that the video camera recorded the sight of it, and of my freshly
fucked pussy and the cum that still leaked from it.
I managed to fish my license from my purse despite my shaking fingers. As I crawled
backward I could just imagine the view I presented to the camera and to the men behind me.
Mortified my flush of shame deepened. At last I was on the ground again standing next to
Jeremy, relieved in spite of the fact that I was still naked. I stood there trembling,
wondering what was next.
“I want both of you to face the patrol car behind your vehicle, please. Mr. Coletrain,
you’ll remain where you are. Mrs. Taylor, it is Mrs. Taylor, isn’t it?” The way he
emphasized the word Mrs. I could tell he’d have little sympathy for a woman caught
cheating on her husband. “Well, Mrs. Taylor, I’d like you to step to other the side of the
road and face the car. No talking, please. I’ll be right back with your licenses.
I knew from watching the police shows on television that he’d check for outstanding
warrants or tickets. I knew I had none, and doubted that Jeremy did either. My concern was
that we would be arrested for public nudity or immoral acts or something, and Tom would
find out. I didn’t want to lose him, or my children, but I was sure that’s what would
happen.
The tears started to slide down my face again as I stared straight ahead into the bright
lights of the patrol car in front of me. Jeremy didn’t speak to me, and I remained silent
as well. I didn’t know what was going on in Jeremy’s mind, but I hoped that maybe if we
cooperated with the officer he would let us go without any further incident. We stood and
waited.
“Mr. Coletrain,” the officer called out, “You may get your pants. Turn the pockets
inside out and put them on. Then come here.”
I watched as Jeremy got his pants and pulled the pockets out, and then put them on. I
could tell he was relieved to be able to cover himself. He walked toward the patrol car
and gave me a quick, sympathetic glance as he passed, then moved on toward the officer. He
was told to stop a short distance in front of the car and turn around slowly, then to
continue, and then he vanished behind the bright lights.
After Jeremy disappeared I could still hear them talking, but I could no longer discern
what was being said. I did hear Jeremy exclaim, “What?! Absolutely not!” and then the
officer told him to lower his voice. After a couple more minutes of murmured conversation,
Jeremy emerged from the light again and walked back to where he’d stood, but this time he
didn’t look at me. I became alarmed.
I barely had time to wonder why he wouldn’t look at me before the officer called out,
“Mrs. Taylor, keep your hands where they are and come here, please.”
I wondered why I wasn’t allowed to get my clothes, too. How I could be more dangerous,
but I didn’t want to anger him so I kept quiet and walked slowly toward the patrol car,
then stopped when he told me to. I turned around slowly, even though I clearly had nothing
concealed anywhere. When I stepped past the lights I saw the video camera still in his
hand and the record indicator light still blinking. He had recorded everything.
When I reached the open front door of the car he finally turned off the camera and set
it on the dashboard. He turned and took my arm and led me to the back of his car.
“I want you to listen to what I’m about to say to you. Don’t interrupt me,” he warned.
“If I want you to answer a question I’ll let you know, otherwise you listen until I’ve
finished. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir,” I nodded as I tried to prepare myself for my arrest.
“First of all, you and Mr. Coletrain have violated several of this state’s morals laws.
Indecent exposure in a public place, fornication in a public place, lewd and lascivious
behavior in a public place,” he listed. “And for sucking to sucking his cock, you’re in a
world of trouble, that’s legally a Crime Against Nature in this state, a felony.”
“Each one of those is a first degree misdemeanor and each one carries a maximum penalty
of one year in the county jail and/or a one thousand dollar fine. That means you both face
up to three years in jail and/or up to three thousand dollars in fines. The felony is one
to five years in prison and up to a ten thousand dollar fine. A stupid law I agree, but
it’s there.”
“I also noticed that you wear a wedding ring and he doesn’t. As the last names on your
driver’s licenses don’t match, and you’ve just renewed yours, I would guess that you have
a husband somewhere who doesn’t know where you are tonight. If that’s correct, just nod.”
My head bent already, I nodded, unable to look him in the eye from embarrassment.
“I see.” He sounded very unsympathetic. “Well now, let me tell you what I have on video
tape, Mrs. Taylor.” Again he put the emphasis on Mrs. I spotted your vehicle parked in the
dark with no lights, rolled up slowly behind you with mine off. I stopped my car just as
the interior light came on.
“I reached your vehicle with the video camera running just as you were begging him to
fuck you and use you like his slut. I raised the camera to catch you playing with your
tits and finger fucking your cunt. I have everything from that point until I set it down a
minute ago on the tape.”
I cringed at his words but he continued. “I know your name and have your home address
and phone number. I could arrest you tonight and make your future very, very
uncomfortable. This is the deal I’m willing to make you.
“Mr. Coletrain won’t be your master and you won’t be his sex slave for the weekend. You
will call ME Master and be MY sex slave. It won’t be just for the weekend, either, but for
as long as I want you as my slave.
“I’ll hold on to the tape, but I won’t press charges against either of you. Your husband
will never find out about tonight. You’ll keep your family; your name will stay out of the
courts and out of the newspaper, keeping your friends, family and co-workers from finding
out, not to mention your boss.
“In exchange, you’ll come when I call and obey me no matter what I ask you to do. You
may not refuse me anything, but I promise I won’t harm you. You keep your life and just
change Masters.”
This was supposed to be comforting? His appearance beside our vehicle had been a big
shock, and I’d still been reeling with it when he hit me with this. Now I knew my life
would never be the same. I took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe what I’d heard him say,
it had to be a mistake! His next words proved he was serious.
“If not,” he resumed as I hesitated, “you may consider yourself under arrest for the
charges I’ve already listed and any others I can think of on the way to the police
station.”
“If you agree to all of that my slut,” he continued, “kneel before your new master. Now,
my slave. The choice is yours to make.”
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