Chapter 2

Traci couldn’t be happier. Here she was on her dream vacation in a place she had always wanted to visit. And now she was with a man who was showing her his dream world. A man who was showing her how to live in this exotic land of ice and snow. And a man who, she was finding out, was making her pulse quicken and her pussy leak!

Mark rose from his place on the couch and stood in front of Traci. Holding out his hand, she took it smiling shyly. “Thank you,” she said.

He helped her to stand, pulling her close to him. “Time for thank you’s after we’re done!” he growled soft and deep in her ear. Traci felt her pussy twitch and her breath caught in her chest. He held her a little tighter as her knees got weak and wobbly.

Mark smiled as he heard her soft moan. Yes, this girl will be mine, he thought to himself. He took her hand and led her upstairs.

He took her up into the loft and as she walked up next to the bed he grabbed her shoulders turning her so her back was to the bed. He pushed her backwards onto the bed and as she gasped, he pounced on her.

Climbing on top of her, he straddled her hips, leaning down to kiss her again, this time more passionately. Traci put her arms around his neck, drawing him down onto her hungry mouth. As they kissed long and deep, Traci moaned into his mouth. Finally, he broke the kiss and she gasped as she drew in an urgent breath.

While Traci lay there pinned under Marks weight, he reached down and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. He took his time, enjoying “unwrapping” his present, and Traci shuddered with each button released. Mark undid the first then the second, then the third button on her blouse then stopped, peeling back the edges of her blouse to reveal her pale, heaving chest.

Mark looked at her with an mischievous smirk and leaned down to give her chest a long slow lick from the bottom of the V in her blouse to the base of her throat.

“Ohhhh, God!” Traci moaned loudly as he tasted her.

Mark continued to unbutton her blouse, the fourth and fifth buttons falling victim to his skilled fingers. He could see her bra now and the curve of her full breasts. He traced his finger along the lacy edge of the bra lightly as she arched her back a bit, thrusting her breasts to him, wanting him to touch her more. Mark finished the last couple buttons and as he held the edges of her blouse, he grinned again, then peeled her blouse fully apart opening her top completely. She lay there her top exposed save for her bra. He nodded approvingly then, wasting no time, he rocked backwards rolling to his feet and grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it off her in one swift motion.

Traci now lay on his bed dressed only in her bra and panties. He stood over her, scanning her body and taking in the sight of her. Traci Mitchell was indeed a very lovely woman. At five foot-six inches tall, the 28 year old blonde measured a delicious 34-24-34. She kept herself in shape too, as she loved to run when she was home in Chicago.

“Very nice,” he said as he scanned his houseguest’s nearly naked body. Traci moaned at his words, knowing she was open and exposed with nothing to hide behind.

“The bra,” he said, holding out his hand. Traci smiled and unfastened the front hook of her bra, removing it and handing it to him. Mark took the bra and hung it on the headboard like a trophy of his conquest. Then he turned back to her. “Now those panties,” he said. Traci looked at him for a moment and then slowly began peeling the last vestige of her modesty. She did so slowly, letting him see her a bit at a time. Finally she slipped the scant garment over her feet and handed her dampened underthings to him. Mark held the silky panties to his nose, inhaling her scent deeply and making Traci squirm in the process. He hung her panties on the over end of the headboard, framing his treasure between her own underwear.

Mark knelt at the foot of the bed and grabbed Traci’s legs, pulling her roughly to him and spreading her legs at the same time. Traci squealed at the sudden motion and then squealed again as Mark buried his face in her crotch. His tongue parted her wet pussy lips and snaked its way into her tunnel, exploring her most intimate area as she herself writhed and squirmed with unbridled delight. He licked and lapped up the juices that were now flowing freely from her pussy, sucking on her swollen pussy lips and nibbling at her aching clit.

“Ohhh God yes! Oh right there! Ohhh fuck Mark! Yesss! she coached him and commented as he ate her pussy like it was his first meal in months. Traci writhed and bucked and twisted under him so much that he had trouble holding her down. But she hadn’t had anyone attend to her needs for a long time either, and feeling his tongue wriggling deep inside her was driving the young woman out of her mind.

Suddenly, Mark pulled his mouth away from her dripping pussy, and Traci whimpered her protests. But Mark was far from finished with her, biting the insides of her thighs and leaving his own “brand” on her in the form of teeth marks on her tender flesh. Biting was one of Traci’s biggest turn ons and one that she had unwittingly confessed to him in their chatting. She had forgotten she told him, but Mark had remembered and now he brought that tool to bear on her.

Then Mark pushed Traci’s legs up to her chest. “Hold them,” he commanded and she grabbed her own legs holding them up as he directed. He pushed them far apart, exposing her even further and making her accessible to him. He resumed his feasting on her but now with her legs up, he could get to her asshole as well and he shared his tongue with her other hole.

“OHMYGOD!” Traci cried as he rimmed her crinkled pink hole. Traci had never had anyone lick her back there and the sensation was exquisite. Hearing her cries of joy made him want to spend more time and attention there and he lavished his licking of her asshole on her. Traci cooed and moaned and whimpered as he tongued her moving between her pussy and her ass and the areas between. She had never had such attentiveness and she could feel herself rising fast to a tremendous orgasm.

“Oh fuck Mark! I’m going to cum, baby ... I’m going to cum!” she cried out. Her announcement made Mark work all the harder and as he ate her pussy out he gave her the final push to the top by shoving a finger into her asshole up to the middle knuckle. Feeling his tongue work her pussy and at the same time his finger probe her ass was too much for the girl. She hadn’t had an orgasm that wasn’t her own doing in a long long time and Mark’s work overcame her.

“OHHHMYYGAAAWDD!” Traci screamed as she gripped the bedsheets, balling them into her fists and clutching them tightly. Her legs quaked with the force of her orgasm and she tossed her head to and fro as if shaking it would stop the room from spinning wildly.

Finally her wild thrashing abated and she was left panting and sweat-covered, laying on the bed. As Traci’s sense returned to her, she smiled up at him weakly.

“That ... was ... amazing,” Traci said, between pants. That was when Mark’s demeanor changed.

He quickly and quite unexpectedly reached forward and snatched her up by the hair pulling her roughly to her feet in front of him.

“That was a present ... a gift from me for coming to visit. Now you are going to work for the rest of my attentions!” He pushed her to the wall, holding her there by the throat as he continued speaking in a rough, menacing growl. “You told me once that you wanted to be dominated ... that you were into BD/SM and considered yourself a submissive. Well, after you told me that I began doing some research – wanting to learn all I could on it so I could discuss it intelligently with you. I learned what it was you claimed to be and what I needed to do and be in order to give you what you needed. So now that you are here slut, you will be MY submissive! And you will start by showing me how good a cocksucker you are!” he said as he shoved her down onto her knees with her back to the wall.

Unsure just yet about this new attitude, but a little afraid of making him mad, she reached up and began unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants. She pulled his pants down a little until she freed his semi-erect cock. She reached up to grab it, but he slapped her hand away.

“No! No hands. Put your hands behind your back and suck it like the little whore you are!” he said. She obeyed his command and obediently put her hands behind her back and opened her mouth to receive his cock. Mark shoved his cock deep into her mouth almost making her gag right from the start.

The abruptness and unexpectedness of his actions caught her off guard and it took her a moment or two to regain herself. He held himself deep in her throat until she had to tap his leg to indicate she needed air. He pulled out as she choked and gasped.

He gave her a chance to grab a couple quick breaths before shoving back down her throat cutting off any further air. He pushed her head back against the wall and began throat-fucking her, pushing deep down her windpipe and then back out far enough for a breath to pass by and then fully into her again. She tried to reach up to help guide him, but a quick slap to her face told her that wasn’t acceptable to him.

Mark throat-fucked her for a few minutes, all the time telling her how he was going to make her his little fuck-toy and that she would learn to be a true slut for him. The dirty talk and names had the desired effect, making her pussy drool and making her heart skip a beat as he degraded and humiliated her.

When he felt he was ready for the next step, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and, with no warning at all, her grabbed her nipples hard, pulling up on them and bringing her to her feet by her own nipples. He held her nipples up high, forcing her to stand on her tip-toes as he told her what was coming next.

“Now, whore, I am going to fuck you ... not the nice way you probably expected me to, either. No, I am going to use you. I am going to use your cunt for my own personal pleasure and needs. If you cum without asking me for permission first, I will make you wish you had. Do you understand me, slut?” he growled.

“Yes,” she answered, whimpering from the pain in her tits.

“Yes, what?” he said pinching them harder and twisting them.

“Yes Sir,” she corrected herself, dancing on tip toes.

“That’s better. You will refer to me as Sir from now on whenever we are together,” he said, easing up on her abused tits.

“Yes, Sir. I will remember.”

Letting go of her tits, he quickly spun her around and bent her over the bed pushing her face into the mattress and kicking her legs wide apart. He held her head down firmly with one hand and guided his cock to her slick wet entrance. Not pausing for a second, he shoved his cock into her pussy, pushing in slowly so she could fell every inch of him as he opened her up.

“Oh God! Oh God!” Traci moaned as he sank deeper and deeper into her long-neglected womb. Mark sank deeper into her until he was in as far as he could go, his stiff eight inch long cock pressing on her cervix. Traci had never felt so full in her life.

But Mark didn’t let her get accustomed to it for long. About as quickly as he felt himself bottom out in her tunnel, he began pumping in and out. And he wasn’t being any too gentle about it! He meant what he had said about using her and he went at her pussy like he wanted to punch a hole in it. After the second or third hard stroke, he had her pinned against the bed and was piledriving into her, making her grunt and moan as he took out his sexual desires in her.

Mark set a frantic pace and Traci felt her next orgasm rapidly approaching. But she remembered what he had said, that if she came without his permission, she would wish she hadn’t. And so far his word was absolute ... she dared not tempt him on this.

“Oh Sir! Oh I’m going to cum! Please may I cum, Sir, please!” she said.

“No. Not yet,” he replied, and he continued pounding into her.

A couple moments later Traci felt herself getting perilously close to the edge. She fought to maintain control but it was getting very difficult.

“Please Sir! Please may I cum? I need to cum so badly! Please please make me cum!” she cried.

Again Mark refused her request, and Traci whimpered her dismay. Mark grabbed her hips and hoisted her up high enough that he could reach under her and began toying with her clit and pussy as he pounded into it.

It was all too much for her. Traci had not had any sex that didn’t involve her fingers or a toy in a long, long time. In addition, she was not used to being treated like this or been made to hold back her orgasm. So she was unprepared for the teasing and torment that Mark was causing her. As a result her orgasm came on stronger and faster than she was prepared for.

“OhhhhhGAAWWDDD!” she screamed out, “I’MMM CUUUMMINNGGG!”

Traci’s floodgates opened as she reached forward clawing at the sheets as her legs trembled violently. She twisted and bucked and tried to curl into a fetal position as the crashing waves of her orgasm took control of her body. She convulsed and writhed, looking like a snake being fried in a skillet. and her moans and cries had turned into senseless babble.

Mark continued fucking her as best he could with her frantic wriggling, he strokes only serving to keep her at the peak of her orgasm agonizingly long. But at last he too reached his peak and wrapping his arms around her hips, he pulled her close and shoved in as deep as he could, holding her there and his cock pulsed its sweet cream into her. Traci felt his hot cum splash against her pussy walls and his cum mixed with her own juices to flow out of her pussy and onto the bed below her.