I Dominus - New York City - Gil tak

"I was caught up in the moment, caught off guard, Amanda. It didn't help that I haven't been laid for months," Genevieve replied.

"Wait are you waiting for, Genevieve? Gil is the perfect man to get you back in the game. Let your hair down, let your inner slut run wild. Have some fun. Forget that jerk that cheated on you. Give Gil a call, I promise you won't regret it. I hate seeing you like this," Amanda rubbed Genevieve's shoulder as she spoke.

"What if he isn't interested in me? He left without saying goodnight to me," Genevieve almost pouted.

"There's one way to find out, Genevieve. Call him and ask him. I'm going to text you his number. The rest is up to you," Amanda grinned.

That night, when Genevieve was naked in her bed, images of watching Amanda getting fucked filled her head. She tossed and turned, her pussy was soaked and hot, her clit throbbed for release. She thought about reaching for her vibrator and getting herself off. But, she didn't want the state of arousal she was in to end. She couldn't remember a time that her arousal was more intense.

"Fuck," she moaned as she flipped her pillow and tried to get comfortable.

There was no doubt that she wouldn't fall asleep if she didn't make herself cum again. Her cheeks were hot, her pussy and inner thighs were covered with her slick sex juice. She slid one hand in between her thighs and gasped when her fingertip made contact with her swollen clit.

"Lift your dress, Genevieve. Show me your cunt." My words echoed in her head and sent a shiver through her.

"Ohhhfuuuck, Gil!" she moaned in a quivering voice.

Genevieve sat up in her bed and looked at her cell phone on the night table next to her. She bit her lower lip and reached for it with a trembling hand.

My cell phone chimed and woke me from my sleep. It was a few minutes after two.

"Hello," I answered the call.

"It's Genevieve, Gil. Why didn't you say goodnight to me when you left?" There was arousal and panic in her voice. She closed her eyes tight and thought about ending the call. She wanted to ask me if I would talk with her and get her off, but couldn't bring herself to go through with it.

"I hope that's not the only reason why you can't sleep, Genevieve. I am sure you are aware of the time," I calmly replied.

"I'm aware. Now, answer my question." Her voice was shaky and had an edge to it.

"I don't like your tone," I growled at her.

The growl in her ear made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

"Good night, Genevieve. If you don't need anything else from me, I am going back to sleep," I calmly informed her.

"Please," she replied, her voice soft and full of breath.

I grinned and waited a few seconds before I asked, "Please what, Genevieve?"

"Please tell me what you want me to cum for you," she replied.

"Why do you have me on the speaker on your phone?" I asked.

"So I can use both hands on my body," she quickly replied.

"Did you like lifting your dress and showing me your cunt?"

"Ohhhfuuuck yes," she moaned.

"Suck a slutty girl, Genevieve. I bet you have your legs spread wide and are aching to be told you can touch yourself."

"I do, and I am. Please let me touch my dripping cunt. I need to cum again so badly," she begged and moaned.

"Pinch your nipples for me, whore," I ordered.

"Uhnnn! They hurt when I pinch them, they are so sensitive when I'm horny," she moaned.

"Good. Tug on them for me."

"Ahhfuuuck! It hurts so good!" she gasped.

"Twist your nipples, whore."

"Ahh! It hurts, Gil. Let me touch my cunt. Let me cum, please!" she begged again.

"No. Keep twisting your nipple and fuck your ass with your finger. Shove it in deep, to the knuckle," I growled.

"Fuuuck! Okay, I have a finger in my ass, very deep. Can I finger my cunt? I need to cum very badly, Gil. Please allow me to cum."

"Not yet, whore. Fuck you slutty ass with two fingers."

"Ohhh! Please! I'm fucking my slutty ass hard, it burns. Let me cum, pleeease!"

"Soon, whore. I want a third finger in your ass."

"Fuuuck! Okay. I have three fingers in my ass, may I cum?" she pleaded.

"My cock is hard, Genevieve. I'm stroking it, thinking of you fingering your ass and twisting your erect nipple. Would you like to suck on my cock, whore? Would you take it deep in your throat and gag for me?" I teased her.

"Yes! I need your cock in my throat! My mouth is watering at the thought of your hard, hot meat! Please let me cum, Gil!"

"I will let you cum, once you are in my hotel room. Grab a cab and come over."

Genevieve was shocked back to the moment. "What? You mean right now?" she panted.

"Yes, right now. This is the city that never sleeps, so the song states. Please don't tell me Sinatra lied," I chuckled.

I texted my suite number and the hotel address to her.

After a short silence, Genevieve replied, "It'll take me twenty minutes to get to you."

"I'll be waiting, whore. I want you dressed in the same little black dress and stilettos."

Genevieve took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and knocked on my hotel room door. Her insides quivered when she heard the lock unlatch and watched the door swing open.

"Come in," I said to her and smiled.

"Thank you," she replied and stepped inside.

I closed the door and turned to face her. She looked over my naked torso and the bulge in my boxer shorts. "I'm nervous," she struggled to get the words out.

I grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around and shoved her against the door.

She gasped and tried to turn her head to look at me. I pushed her face against the door and kicked her legs apart. I pulled my boxers down, freeing my cock. Genevieve's skin was smooth and tight; I inhaled her scent and grabbed her tight ass. She responded by pushing her ass out.

"Fuck me," she sobbed.

I rubbed the swollen head of my cock over her hot slit, when I felt my cock sink into her opening; I impaled her with a savage thrust. Her hungry cunt clamped down on my cock. I pulled my cock out of her a few inches, and slammed it back in. Genevieve came hard when my cock bottomed out inside of her.

"Make me cum again, please, Gil," she gasped. "I want to cum again."

I grabbed her hair, pulled her head away from the door and pulled my cock out of her. "No. You don't get to cum again. Grab my cock and jerk me off, whore."

"I'll do anything you ask, I promise, just make me cum again, please!" There was an aching urgency in her voice as she begged.

"I said no!" I barked at her. "You asked me to make you cum, I did." I turned her around, gripped her throat and slammed her back into the door. "Jerk me off, whore," I growled and slapped her across the cheek.

She was shocked at being struck across her cheek. It caught her off guard. Her eyes widened and a fire began burn in them. "Prick!" she scowled at me.

I struck her across the cheek again, hard enough to redden it. "Get on your knees and jerk off my cock, whore," I growled menacingly at her as my eyes bore into hers.

She slowly got down on her knees and grabbed my cock with both hands. She opened her mouth and moved it towards my cock. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head away from my cock and slapped her again.

"Your hands, whore. Not your slutty mouth. Now, jerk me off!" I growled.

She obeyed immediately. Slowly, pumping the full length of my cock with her fists as she looked up at me.

"You like how I jerk your cock off, Gil?" she cooed and grinned up at me.

"Faster, whore. I want to cum on your face," I snarled.

I was close, my balls tightened and I could feel cum building up at the base of my cock. Genevieve quickened her strokes. I grabbed her head with both of my hands and tilted her head upwards. "Look at me, whore. Look at me as I cum on your face!" I grunted the words at her.

My cock exploded. I watched as it spewed out hot cum and it splattered across Genevieve's beautiful, smiling face. She softly gasped and kept pumping my cock long after my balls were drained.

"Rub my cum in your face with my cock," I ordered.

Genevieve obeyed. She rubbed her face against my cock, smearing the cum all over her forehead, cheeks, chin and neck.

"Good whore," I gasped. "Now, thank my cock, kiss it and thank it for cumming on your face, whore." I grinned down at her.

"Mmm, yes, I will," she smiled.

She cupped her hands, lifted my semi erect cock with her palms, and kissed the head softly. "Thank you for cumming on my face," she seductively whispered as she smiled up at me. "You have a beautiful cock, Gil. Thank you."

I grinned down at her and said, "I have a key to Amanda's house. Let's go there, now."

"Right now? It's past three in the morning? Why can't we stay here?" Genevieve asked.

"We're in the city that never sleeps. Or at least that's what the song says. I don't believe that Sinatra would lie. I have things at Amanda's place that I know you will enjoy. I need to use your body, Gil style. Now, rinse yourself off in the shower, while I call a cab. I'm putting my suit on. A gentleman should look his best, if he's going to treat a lady like a whore."

Genevieve thought about the offer for a few seconds and nodded her head. "Let's. I want more, too."

We arrived at Amanda's house just after four. Genevieve took my hand and led me to the master bedroom on the second floor. She lifted the hem of her little black dress and pulled it over her head. She stood naked in front of me. Her legs shoulder width apart. The Christian Louboutin stilettos made her legs looks magnificent.

"Keep the shoes on, whore," I smiled.

"Yes, Sir," she grinned back at me.

I walked over to Amanda's closet and opened the wooden trunk that was against the side wall. I grabbed a riding crop, and two, thirty foot long, wound hemp ropes. I threw the ropes on the bed and took a seat in the leather chair across the room.

"On your hands and knees, whore. Crawl to me," I ordered.

Genevieve got down on all fours and crawled to me. Her ass and hips swayed left to right, her full, perky breasts swayed as she crawled. My cock grew semi erect as I watched her crawl to me. Her eyes had hunger in them. The same hunger as a lioness stalking prey.

When she reached me, I placed the popper of the riding crop under her chin. "Sit," I ordered.

Genevieve sat up and placed her hands on her thighs.

"Spread your legs."

She slowly spread her legs. Her cheeks flushed again. She obviously enjoyed being told what to do. I placed the end riding crop between her legs and applied upward pressure on her slit.

"Get up on your knees, hands behind your head. Offer your magnificent tits and cunt to me, whore," I snarled. My cock was fully erect and straining against my trousers.

Genevieve got up on her knees and placed her hands behind her head. I ran the popper over her pink, erect nipples, side to side. They got hard at the touch of leather. I struck her left nipple with the riding crop. Genevieve grimaced and brought both her hands to the stinging pain in her nipple.

I struck the back of her hand with the crop. "I want your hands behind your head, whore," I calmly said to her.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry," she replied.

I struck her right nipple. She grimaced again, but her hands remained behind her head, as she had been instructed.

I smiled and said, "Good whore."

"Thank you, Sir," she gasped.

I placed the riding crop between her legs. "Fuck it," I ordered.

Genevieve began to rock her hips. Her body jerked each time her clit made contact with the crop.

"Stop," I ordered.

I crossed my legs and placed my foot between her legs. "Shine my shoe with your cunt."

Genevieve took hold of my ankle and pulled my foot to her pussy. She rocked her hips over the top of my shoe and moaned. I felt her pull my foot tighter to her pussy, when the shoelaces raked over her clit.

"Stop, whore."

Her hips came to a grinding stop, mid thrust.

"With your tongue now."

She cupped her hands and placed them under my foot. She lowered her mouth and lapped at her cunt juice that covered my shoe. My cock twitched and began to swell, as I watched her pink, glistening tongue snake out from in between her full lips, and licked the vamp of my shoe. She swallowed the mixture of saliva and juice that would build up in her mouth after every few licks. When I was satisfied that she had completed the task, that she had licked all of herself of my shoe, I ordered her to stop.

I uncrossed my legs and placed my foot on the floor, directly in front of her, between her knees. "Dry my shoe with your tits, whore. Do not stop till it is bone dry. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," she replied as she lowered her breasts on to my shoe and began to move her shoulders in a circular motion, rubbing her soft, perky breasts over the wet, black leather.

Each time her pink,hardened nipples would slide across the leather, quiet quivers would travel up her spine. She was extremely aroused. Her breathing had become quick and deep. She brushed her nipples across the shoe laces and moaned in pleasure. She enjoyed the rough sensation on her sensitive nipples. I struck her across her shoulder with the riding crop.

"Not a fucking sound from your mouth, unless I allow it. Do you understand?" I calmly reminded her.

She grimaced in pain from the sting and replied, "Yes, Sir."

I watched her polish my shoe with her tits for five minutes. A thin, shiny coat of sweat had covered her back.

"Enough," I said to her and lifted her back up in to the sitting position with my other foot.

"Are you pleased with your results, whore?" I asked her as I placed my polished shoe on her lap.

She looked at it, inspected it and replied, "I will only be pleased, if my Sir is pleased."

I grinned, placed the end of the riding crop under her chin and lifted her head. "Turn around. Spread your ass for me, wide. Show me all of your slutty, puckered hole, whore."

"Yes, Sir." She turned around on her hands and knees and placed her cheek to the floor as her hands reached to her ass. She gripped each cheek and spread her ass wide for me. Her cunt was soaked. It glistened, slick with moisture. Droplets of her arousal had gathered and beaded on her inner thighs.

I ran the popper of the crop over her stretched out, tight asshole, slowly. She gasped and held her breath. Arousal and fear coursed through her body and mind at what would happen next.

"You have a very lovely asshole, Genevieve. It is so pink, so smooth and virgin tight," I complimented her.

"Thank you, Sir. I am pleased you find my slutty hole attractive. I willingly offer it to you, Sir," she replied with heavy breath. She had never before talked to another man about her ass. Yet alone received a compliment on how lovely her puckered hole was. The thought made her pussy ache. So dirty, so filthy, yet, so beautiful and arousing.

"I gracefully accept all of you, Genevieve. I want your asshole a deeper shade of pink," I paused and grinned to myself. "The riding cop, guided my hand, will achieve what I desire. Are you ready, whore?"

Genevieve shivered and replied in a cracking voice, "Yes, Sir. I am ready."

"Count for me, whore," I ordered, and brought the popper of the crop down on her pink, soon to be red, asshole, with a flick of my wrist.

"UHHN! One!" She gasped as her body quickly tensed from the sting of leather. Heat, quickly replaced the sting. She was surprised at how soothing and arousing the sensation became, once the pain lingered, and went away.

"Ohh two!" she yelped. "Uhhn three! Ohhh four! Aeiii five!"

I stopped and watched as pink, slowly turned to red. "Lovelier. Much more to my liking," I grinned.

"Thank you, Sir," Genevieve moaned.

I ran the shaft of the crop across her pussy, parting her moist, swollen lips. She arched her back, in response to the electric tingle that it created between her legs. I flicked the riding crop at her spread pussy. She gasped and held her breath. Her fingers dug deeper into her ass cheeks, turning her flesh white, around where the fingers sunk into her soft flesh. Her body stiffened. She moaned softly as she exhaled and allowed her body to relax. I struck her pussy again. Genevieve arched her back and moaned.

I stood up from the chair, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her on her hands and knees to the bed. I grabbed a rope and lifted my new whore to her feet by the hair. I turned her around, crossed her wrists behind her back and tied them tight. I reached between her thighs and pulled the rope up and tight in between her legs. The rope spread and bit into her wet slit. Genevieve threw her head back and moaned.

I pushed her on to the bed. She landed on her back. I walked around to the other side of the bed, and pulled the rope towards me. Genevieve yelped in pain and pushed her heels into the mattress, scooting herself closer to me. Both her shoes came off her feet. I stopped pulling her towards me, when her head was hanging over the mattress.

I undid my zipper and pulled my cock out. I pushed down on the head of my fully erect cock and aimed it at Genevieve's mouth. She took a deep breath opened her mouth wide. I slid my cock into her mouth and partially down her throat, slowly and deliberately. She gagged as her throat relaxed to accommodate the thickness and length of my cock.

Genevieve moaned, as her tongue massaged my cock. I pulled on the rope, hard. It bit into her soft inner folds. Genevieve crossed her legs and shot her hips off the mattress, trying in vain to escape the bite of my rope. Her head tilted back, I pushed the remaining inches of my cock down her throat. Her tear filled eyes opened wide, pleading me to pull out of her throat.

"Just a little longer whore, then you can breathe," I growled.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth; Genevieve coughed in between gasps. I reached for the coiled rope next to her.

"Your cunt is going to have to take some more pain for me, whore. Then I'll fuck it properly. Spread your legs, nice and wide for me," I ordered.

Genevieve spread her legs. I yanked on the rope and wedged it tighter between her pussy. She lifted her hips of the mattress again. I grinned down at her and whipped the coiled rope at her cunt. She screamed out in pain and pushed her hips into the mattress. She crossed her legs and turned on to her side.

"I'm not done whipping your cunt, whore. I want it red hot before I fuck you. Spread your fucking legs for me, or I'm leaving," I growled.

She shook her head, "It hurts, please don't make me," she pleaded.

"I'm not making you do anything you don't want to do, Genevieve. The front door is unlocked. You are free to leave anytime you want," I calmly replied to her plea.

She remained silent and slowly spread her legs for me. I pulled the rope between her slit tight and whipped her pussy. She moaned and brought her legs together, then slowly brought them apart. I whipped her pussy and her inner thighs for a few minutes. Her flesh glowed red and hot from the whipping. I leaned forward and cupped her cunt with my hand. It was soaked and hot, ready to be used by my cock.

I stripped out of my suit. "Turn onto your front, whore. Hips on the bed, put on your fuck me heels, and put your feet on the floor."

She obeyed. The stilettos made her legs look longer and shapelier. Her calf muscles were tight and strained. I love seeing strained lines on a woman's legs. I stood at the side of the bed, between her spread legs, and squeezed her tight ass, spreading her cheeks, kneading them, and rubbing my thumbs over her soaked slit.

"Both your holes are a lovely red, whore."

Before she could reply, I grabbed my cock and slid it inside her wet, waiting, pulsating pussy.

Genevieve moaned and pushed up on her toes, aching to feel my entire length inside her. My thick cock stretched her wide. She clenched her fists and bit down on the bed's duvet. I pulled my cock halfway out of her and slid it back in. Her legs began to quiver, I felt her pussy clenching around my cock. She was close to cumming.