"She wanted money and was always a depraved little bitch who even wanted to fuck her brother. Or maybe especially her brother. So she sold herself to me for a year for a tidy sum.
The contract was simple.
She becomes my property and stays for a year.
If she doesn't want to do something I order her to do, I force her to do it. She can leave at any time.
It's all or nothing. If she lasts a year, she's free and has no more money worries."
A few days after training with Runo, I received a message from Beth.
"We've been invited to Sir. I'll pick you up at 6.“
I was briefly tempted to cancel because it sounded like an order, but instead I chose a loose skirt and a high-necked blouse so as not to look too revealing or overdressed and waited at the door.
Doro greets us at the door of Sir's big house.
She is naked except for an extensive belt, which actually looks like a corset.
Her slender figure looks even more petite in it, and a little strange because there is no logical reason to want her waist to look slimmer than it naturally is.
The fabric of the corset, which starts below the waist and ends below the breasts, is also a little too thick to look really sexy, but I tell myself that everyone has their own taste, and Sir probably likes it a little less ornate.
Doro greets us warmly and asks what we'd like to drink as she leads us into the living room.
Sir is standing by the window, talking on the phone. When he sees us enter, he ends his call and comes towards us.
“Beth, Celine, how nice to see you,” he says kindly. “Please have a seat.”
We take a seat on comfortable, large armchairs placed around a pretty round coffee table. Sir watches me for a few seconds, and when I smile at him, he asks.
"Who are you, Celine? I already know Beth. She's a little cunt who can market her own little cunt very well, and I really appreciate that about her."
He indicates a bow to Beth, and she smiles proudly.
“But you're still a mystery to me, and that's why I want you.”
I have no idea how to interpret this. Does he want to fuck me, own me, marry me, or hire me?
I make a questioning face and wait to see what comes next.
The silence that follows doesn't make me uncomfortable.
He is watching me; I am watching him. But the atmosphere in the room is disturbed by Beth's increasing restlessness, which I can't quite explain.
“Will Lassie be joining us?” she asks, and I sense a tension in her voice that doesn't match her usual playfulness and composure.
Why is she so worried?
She almost acts as if she's afraid of Sir when he looks at her now.
"No. She's training the new dog with Andres. Do you want to help her?" He asks politely, but Beth jumps up as if it's a sharp command.
I don't understand what's being played here, but I don't know how to ask either. Beth nods like an eager child and leaves the room.
She doesn't even look at me.
“You seem to know each other well,” I say, looking Sir in the face.
“Didn't Beth tell you anything?”
“No,” I say, watching his satisfied smile.
I realize that he must have fucked Beth and his dog must have had fun with her too, but that can't be everything.
I remain silent, and when he sees that nothing more will come from my side, he continues.
"She was my property for a year. A slave, if that's what you want to call it."
I freeze and see the pleasure in his look of having shocked me.
“I'm a wealthy man and quite capable of making others wealthy, so I bought our sweet little Beth.”
A thousand questions flash through my mind.
Who sold her?
Why?
How was it possible?
For how much money?
Sir sees it working in my head and smiles even more contentedly.
“How did that happen?” I ask as calmly as possible.
"A boring story. I'll tell you, of course, if you wish, under one condition."
“Which one?”
“If you get wet by listening, you will bend over the armchair here and let me fuck you without resistance.”
“O.K.” comes out of my mouth before my brain can even try to think about it.
“I fuck hard.” Sir says, and that should give me pause, but I love a challenge.
“And I don't get wet with every touching story.”
That's true, but I'm already feeling the tingle of the challenge, and the statement that he fucks hard doesn't help me stay dry either.
Do I want to let him fuck me?
Apparently, I do because I look at his smug smile and love and hate it at the same time. I'm even sure he can see my conflicted feelings.
Sir nods.
“It was Beth herself who sold herself into slavery with me.”
I see images pop into my mind, and Sir gives me time to let my imagination take hold.
"She wanted money and was always a depraved little bitch who even wanted to fuck her brother. Or maybe especially her brother. So she sold herself to me for a year for a tidy sum.
The contract was simple.
She becomes my property and stays for a year.
If she doesn't want to do something I order her to do, I force her to do it. She can leave at any time.
It's all or nothing. If she lasts a year, she's free and has no more money worries."
He lets some time go by again while my imagination goes crazy, and then gives me a good warm-up.
"I've done everything to her that you can imagine and more.
I've fucked her, humiliated her, given her to others to fuck and made her beg for it all.
She begged me every time to do it again.
My friends fucked her and my dogs. At the end of the year, full of struggle and tears, she didn't want to leave."
I feel slightly dizzy listening to his story because I believe every word he says.
"I still remember the last day.
She sat here on the floor at my feet, wet with tears and my piss covering her and flowing out of every orifice of her body that I pissed into, begging me to let her stay. Even if it was just for another day."
I am outraged. I am shocked. I am disgusted!
"Now get up, bend over. I'm going to fuck your wet cunt."
Is he crazy? That wasn't the deal at all.
I'm not aroused.
In fact, I deeply loathe this man!
"You didn't arouse me. I'm not into games like that." I say as calmly as I can.
"Take your panties off and show me they're dry."
I have no intention of taking anything off in front of this man.
"In this house, deals are kept, so check your panties, and if they're dry, you can leave. Otherwise, I want to find you bent over this chair when I get back.
You are in front of the chair, or your dry panties are on the table."
He leaves the room, and I hate my traitorous body.
I'm ashamed of my reaction to this vile man, and I don't need to check my panties to know that I'm already sitting in a small puddle of warm soup.
I take off my panties and put them in my handbag. Then I pull my skirt up over my waist and stand by the armchair.
I bend down as soon as Sir comes back in.
He comes towards me and stands behind me without a word.
The silence robs me of my last nerve.
Let him finally fuck me and get it over with!
There was no question of staring at my ass for hours!.
Seconds pass, and then I feel him close behind me.
He pushes my legs apart a little with his knee.
“Nice little cunt,” he says and slowly sticks his finger inside me. “Wet and ready.”
I feel his cock rubbing up and down my pussy. Slowly and firmly so that my smooth, silky middle can feel the warmth of his cock.
I stifle a moan.
When he finally places the tip at my opening and guides it in, my pussy tightens.
"Milking it already, little slut? Do you want it that bad?" He delays, but he's right.
Yes. I am hot.
Sir pulls my buttocks apart with his thumbs and slowly sinks his cock ballsdeep into me with a pleasurable moan.
I hate how good it feels.
He stays like that for a moment and then starts to move in and out agonizingly slowly.
His fingers feel my arsehole, and for a moment I'm afraid he wants to fuck it too.
Actually, it wouldn't be against the agreement, but I don't want it that way.
"How can it be that no one has really fucked you in the ass? You must really want it, the way this little flower is opening up for me.
Your asshole tightens even more greedily than your cunt, and I don't even fuck it."
I hate this man.
I hate my body that's suddenly afraid; Sir will stop as he pauses in his movement and feels my anus.
"Do you want to be fucked in the ass? Of course, you want it.
It will hurt, and you will love it."
I keep quiet, but I don't think I need to answer.
When he starts to move faster, my body reacts instantly.
“I'll fuck your ass open, little horny whore, and you'll beg me not to stop when your tears start to dry.”
He stops talking and fucks me hard for a while.
His cock fills me powerfully, and I moan with pleasure.
"Come for me. I want to see you twitch," he says, and I fulfil his wish because his speed doesn't slow down and my pussy twitches with pleasure like a light-emitting diode in a disco.
"Yes, my beautiful, yes. Now I am fucking you before Simon, and your ass will be mine too before he can sink his cock into you," Sir moans and comes inside me. I feel his finger in my ass and regret it when he removes it again.
Shortly afterwards, we're sitting at the table again.
I feel hot with red cheeks, and he's like a cat who's just licked out a bowl of cream. Too bad he didn't lick my bowl.
Maybe next time, which I'm sure will happen.
“I have an offer for you.” Sir says calmly, and a series of perverse images arise in my head that repulse and excite me in equal measure.
My thoughts must be showing on my face, then Sir says,
"No, I don't want you as my slave. I already have two, and I won't take more together. It's too much trouble, and I wouldn't be able to devote enough time to them if there were more."
So there is someone else besides Doro.
Has she sold herself to him too?
Probably. But I don't ask because I know I'll never get an answer from him.
“Besides, there's a waiting list, and I want to hire you right away.”
“What offer do you have for me?” I ask, genuinely curious.