Becky
Becky uncertainly looked over to the man who was driving her back to his place. It wasn’t the first time she had let someone pick her up while she was out clubbing but this man was so far from her type that she couldn’t even explain to herself what she was doing with him. All she knew was that she just felt this unquestionable compulsion inside herself to go along with this short gangly looking man who was at least two decades older than herself.
“You look hot in that dress.” Dennis said as she felt his eyes leer over her.
“Uh-huh...” Becky responded, shrugging the compliment off. Of course I do. She thought to herself. She was after all wearing one of her most sultry dresses. It was a simple sleeveless black piece that clung tight to her well toned body but never failed in drawing in men’s attention with it’s high skirt line and low cut neckline that took full advantage of her C-cup cleavage.
“Hey!” Dennis said brusquely and gave a sharp snap of his fingers in front of her face. “I said you look hot in that dress.”
Becky immediately realized how rude she was being and instinctively placed a hand on his thigh and turned toward him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where my heads at. I’m glad you find me attractive.”
“Eh, s’ok. With tit’s like yours I can put up with some attitude.”
Dennis blatantly glared down her cleavage and Becky quickly removed her hand from his thigh, unsure what she was doing putting it there in the first place. She opened her mouth about to give him a verbal lashing for being so disgusting but as his eyes glanced up to hers she promptly shut her mouth without saying a word and simply swept some of her long brunette hair in front of her to help cover her cleavage.
Normally there was no way she would put up with someone talking to her like that but something about his beady eyes told her it was best not to confront him. Once again she questioned what she was doing with this creep and desperately wanted to just tell him to pull over and let her out, but as she looked back over to him she just couldn’t bring herself to.
“Well, here we are.” Dennis commented as they pulled into a small driveway in front of an equally small house.
Dennis got out of the car and made his way around to open her door for her, but Becky sat in place. In all her one night stands she had been taken to beach front properties, high end condos, five star hotels, luxurious houses just short of being considered mansions, and had even visited one or two wealthy married men’s getaways, but never before had she ever been taken to somewhere so absolutely pathetic looking. And yet somehow the house seemed strangely familiar to her.
She knew this was a mistake. “Listen, I... uhh... I don’t...” Suddenly Dennis snapped his fingers in her face again, cutting her off from what she was about to say.
“C’mon already. Let’s go inside and I’ll get you that drink I promised.”
Becky looked from the house to Dennis and gave him a wavering smile. She figured she had come all this way the least she may as well do was have a drink with the guy before demanding that he take her back to the club.
She let Dennis escort her from the car to his house and once inside she found herself overwhelmed with the oddity of the place. Just as it appeared from the outside the house was terribly small and cramped but what was really off putting was the fact that everything seemed impossibly clean and organized. The only thing she could figure was that Dennis must have been one of those OCD head cases. It made her sense of urgency at getting the drink over with and getting the hell out of there all the more stronger.
“Have a seat.” Dennis said motioning her to a dated looking leather loveseat.
Becky forced another smile as she sat at the edge of the loveseat but oddly found that the seats leather brought about a sense of warmth and comfort. It was almost like coming home after an extended trip.
Then Dennis sat uncomfortably close to her and some of that warmth instantly dissipated.
“Uh, drinks?” Becky questioned making her irritation clear.
“Shoot I forgot.” Dennis said with snap of his fingers. “But you know what, lets just forget the drinks and skip straight to those luscious lips of yours.”
Suddenly Becky found herself being pulled into a rough kiss. Dennis’ lips were dry and almost felt like sandpaper against her moist red lips, and despite the fact that she was emotionally reeling she found herself almost instantly aroused by his lecherous assault.
She murmured some protests into his mouth but as soon as she did his tongue darted into her mouth. His grasp on the back of her head grew stronger and he firmly sealed his lips against hers as she felt his tongue probing deeper into her mouth. She wanted to retch but at the same time felt her nipples uncontrollably stiffening and a distinct tingling of arousal in her clitoris.
As much as she wanted to push him off she just couldn’t bring herself to. Ugh what am I doing? Becky questioned herself but found herself immediately rationalizing what she was allowing him to do. Well no harm in being a bit of a cock-tease I guess...
But then she felt his hand creep up to her left breast and it was enough for her to draw the line. Making out was one thing but she had no intention of sleeping with this man. She gave him a firm shove and quickly stood up from the loveseat.
“You have some nerve!” She yelled angrily.
“Sit down!” Dennis yelled in return with a snap and point of his fingers to the seat next to him.
Becky opened her mouth to protest, but then decided maybe it was best that she listen to him. She was after all in his house and there was no telling what he was capable of.
“I want to go home.” Becky said defiantly as she obeyed his command and sat back down.
“I’ll take you home when were done here. Now open your legs.” Dennis ordered, this time snapping and pointing at her crotch.
Becky pursed her lips and reluctantly did as he told, telling herself that she would get Dennis to quickly get his jollies off and then she’d be free to go home. However, as soon as she did spread her legs Dennis had his hand there caressing her vulva through her lace panties, and soon enough Becky was biting her lower lip to try and distract herself from the immense pleasure she was beginning to feel despite the fact that his fingering was just as rough as his kiss.
“Feels good huh?” Dennis asked her with a wicked grin.
“P...please stop.” Becky pleaded as she helplessly felt the pleasure building in her. Some girls orgasmed easily but Becky had never been one of those girls. It always took a lot of work for her to properly get off, so as she felt herself nearing a truly momentous orgasm just from this disgusting perv’s fingers, she couldn’t help but wonder what was so special about what Dennis was doing.
Then she felt two of his fingers slip around her now soaking panties and into her moist folds. That sudden feeling of penetration was all it took to drive her over the edge and she spasmed strongly with an overwhelming orgasm.
It took several long moments for her to come down from her high, but as she did she found herself lying back in the loveseat with her shoulder blades resting against the armrest, and Dennis now leaning over her.
He snapped his fingers in front of her face to get her attention. “You like having me rub and finger your pussy. It makes you hot and horny. Yes?”
“Yes...” Becky answered, still feeling so good from her orgasm she couldn’t help but be honest; even though it didn’t really seem like a question but more of a statement. Then she noticed Dennis undoing his trousers and began to try and squirm out from underneath him.
“Un-uh. Not happening creep.” Becky said firmly as she started to try and push him off.
“Hey!” Dennis once again snapped his fingers in her face drawing her eyes to his. “You don’t talk to me that way. Now lay fucking still.”
He wasn’t yelling but his voice was harshly stern and triggered deep memories of being scolded by her father. Unconsciously her eyes watered slightly as she remained transfixed on his eyes, feeling like a little girl who had over stepped her bounds. She heard him unzip his fly but made no further attempts to escape what was about to happen.
“Besides your going to like this...” Dennis said to her and then mumbled something under his breath that she could of sworn sounded like “You always do.”
But before she could put anymore thought behind what she had heard she felt a hard poking against her labia quickly followed by a familiar sensation of piercing warmth. He was pretty far from the biggest man she’d ever had inside her and yet she couldn’t help but moan at just how good it felt to have his pecker rub against her vaginal walls.
Her moans quickly mixed with Dennis’ grunting and she couldn’t help but think that he looked and sounded like some small rodent, and yet for reasons beyond her his erratic thrusts between her legs had her more wet and excited than even the twenty year old studs she was used to.
Usually orgasms were welcomed things for her but now she fought that growing warmth in her loins with every fiber of her being. She didn’t want to believe she could be so enraptured by this unlikely man but no matter how she fought it her body had a will of its own and soon enough she could feel her muscles contracting as another orgasm quaked through her body.
“Oh God yes!” She heard herself crying out.
“Hey... Hey...” Dennis was snapping his fingers in her face even as she continued to ride her powerful orgasm. “My cock feels good inside your pussy. You love having me fuck you like the slut you are.”
They weren’t questions but never the less Becky heard herself cry out “Yes!” as she came again, having multiple orgasms.
“You can’t help but cream yourself with my cock inside you. You love me and my cock. You want to be my personal cock slut...” Becky heard Dennis continuing on but pushed his words to the back of her mind as she focused on the immense pleasure rocking her body.
Finally after what felt like an eternity her muscles relaxed and the built up pleasure faded leaving her with nothing but a short sweaty older man on top of her and a sudden awareness of self loathing and depravity. And as much as she wanted this night to be over with Dennis seemed just as virile as he had when they first started.
“Please hurry...” Becky whimpered as tears welled in her eyes.
“You want me to cum?” Dennis asked her snidely.
Becky couldn’t bring herself to say yes and simply nodded her head. Then to her surprise Dennis pulled out of her.
“Then get on your hands and knees.” He ordered while snapping his fingers and making a rolling motion with his hands for her to turn over.
Becky closed her eyes in shame as she did as he told her, getting on her knees on the loveseat and resting her forearms on the armrest. She felt Dennis shifting around to get into position behind her before proceeding to hike up her skirt and yank her panties down to her knees.
Then she felt a sharp painful smack against her ass that made her involuntarily jump and yelp out in pain. “Don’t fucking do that!” She said sharply, turning her head to look back at him with serious expression.
Almost immediately Dennis was sternly snapping his finger in her face again. “If I want to spank you I will, and you’ll like it.” He said in that same scarily firm voice before spanking her again.
Becky’s face flushed red as a small sensation of pleasure tingled in her along with the sharp clap of his hand striking her ass. She turned her face away from his gaze and hung it low to try and hide both her pain and pleasure from him. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She wasn’t the type of person that took pleasure from these sorts of things.
He spanked her more times than she could count, switching from one cheek to the other until her ass cheeks felt raw and Becky couldn’t help but openly sob from the pain. At the same time however her pussy was growing wetter by the moment and she could feel a growing ache in her to be further violated.
Then the spanking stopped and Becky breathed a sigh of relief even as she felt Dennis pushing the head of his cock past the lips of her pussy. But just as quickly as he had entered her he pulled out and she felt him painfully squeezing and spreading her sore ass cheeks.
She knew what was coming and wanted to run away or at the very least to turn around and tell him no, but instead just winced her eyes shut and did her best to mentally prepare herself.
She heard Dennis let out a deep groan as she felt her rectum stretched and violated by his pecker. She could feel herself involuntarily flex her muscles to try and squeeze him back out of her however this only seemed to make Dennis groan loader. It wasn’t until he was fully seated inside her ass that she realized other than the ache of having her ass cheeks groped there wasn’t any pain, which was the exact opposite of her previous attempts of experimenting with anal sex. Even as he began thrusting in and out of her it didn’t hurt the way she knew it should have. It didn’t feel good but at the same time it didn’t feel bad either, just this strange filling sensation pressing into her.
“God damn I love your tight little asshole...” Dennis groaned loudly, and Becky suddenly felt a sharp pull at her scalp as he tugged a fist full of her hair back and began thrusting into her harder.
Becky’s head was jerked up as Dennis used her hair for extra leverage to rail into her and she cried out in pain. Then as she was forced to look up at the wall for the first time her eyes caught sight of a framed certificate that read Dr. Dennis Wick, Hypnotherapist, in bold print across the top.
“Here it comes slut!” Dennis yelled as Becky felt him give one final hard shove into her ass. And as she felt a flood of warmth filling her bowls a rush of memories came crashing back to her as she stared at the mounted certificate.
She felt Dennis ease his cock out of her ass with a slight shiver and as soon as he was out of her Becky turned around and collapsed back onto the loveseat, facing Dennis who was coated in sweat.
“Oh God, Dr. Wick. Wh...what’s going on? What are you doing to me?” She questioned as she began to remember fragments of the past few months.
She had in fact come to Dennis months ago seeking help in getting over her anxieties at committing to a serious relationship, but then her memories became scattered. She vaguely recalled visiting his office a number of times, then coming to his house for sessions, but she couldn’t remember a single thing of what went on in those sessions. Then she began to remember him picking her up at the same club she had been to tonight dozens of previous times.
She watched Dennis with a sinking feeling in her chest as he silently appraised her while situating his pants. Then he leaned back over her and reached a hand down the top of her dress, firmly groping one of her breasts in his hand.
“Oh my dear sweet, sexy Becky. Why I’m helping you of course.” He said in answer to her question. Becky squirmed uncomfortably as she felt his thumb flick across her hardened nipple.
“N...no...” She protested, shaking her head to try and clear the cobwebs from her mind.
“Oh yes, Becky. You’ve made so much progress these past few months, and soon enough you’ll be ready to fully commit to a relationship just like you wanted.”
“No!” Becky yelled, knowing this wasn’t what she wanted.
“Hey.” Using his free hand Becky felt Dennis give her a light slap across the face and snapped his fingers three times in front of her. “Relax now Becky. Relax and focus on the sound of my voice.”
Becky could feel her thoughts and mind growing more muddled and tried to fight it. “Un-uh...” She whimpered shaking her head.
She felt Dennis give her breast a sharp squeeze and once again snapped his fingers a few times in her face. “Your growing sleepy now. Your thoughts drifting... Your mind letting go...”
It was the last words she heard before her thoughts helplessly drifted and her mind let go.
Two Months Later
Becky eagerly bobbed her head up and down on her lover’s cock. Doing her best to make him feel good while at the same time not disrupt his driving. Then after several long minutes of work she felt the gush of his sweet cream fill her mouth and she greedily swallowed it all to the last drop.
“Your such a great cock sucker.”
Becky couldn’t help but smirk at the praise from her lover as she slowly withdrew her lips from his spent shaft.
As she sat up in her seat she looked over to Dennis and couldn’t help but think how lucky she was. She had only just met him this very night while at the club, but the very moment he had approached her she knew he was the man for her.
She had let other guys pick her up from the club for one night stands in the past but this time she had other plans. Tonight she was going to be the best lay in his life and convince him to keep her by doing absolutely anything he wanted. After all older refined men like Dennis only came around once in a lifetime and she wasn’t going to pass this opportunity up.
Dennis looked over to her with a grin. “You look hot in that dress.”
She watched his eyes drift down to her cleavage and she shifted her position to give him a better view. “I’m glad you approve.” She replied, glad she had chosen to wear her sexiest black dress this evening. “I can’t wait to see your place.”
“Oh, I have a feeling you’ll feel right at home...”
Becky batted her eyes at him and smiled, looking forward to showing him just what a good slut she could be for him.