Private Depravity

PRIVATE DEPRAVITY

Recognizing the number on the caller id screen of the cell phone her heart immediately began beating faster. Eventhough it was expected, she had to will her hand not to tremble while pushing the receive button. “Hello.” The single word response being simply provided as a greeting for she already knew who it was for it had been less than 24 hours earlier she had dialled the number.

For the past two days it had been felt. Each day growing stronger, the dark desire not relinquishing its hold upon her. Yesterday while threading her Mercedes through the city traffic, its presence could no longer be denied. All day she had been trying to suppress the feeling even while knowing it was impossible. She had tried in the past and each attempt had met with the same result, failure. It was then that she had dialled the number that was now displayed on the cell.

“It has been arranged. Tomorrow evening, 8 p.m.. The usual place, you know where.”

Hearing a click she knew the connection had been severed. As anticipated his instructions had been terse and pointed. No opportunity for any conversation, only a set of instructions being provided, nothing more. It is what had been expected though. It was part of what she needed, to not be shown the slightest courtesy. It was what had led her to him ten months ago with the request she had never anticipated being able to make.

She had long given up trying to understand the need. That it existed was enough. Fortunate to have been born to wealthy parents, her privileged upbringing ensured she had lacked for nothing. Considered also very attractive, being five foot eight inches tall, her slender body and long legs never failed to draw appreciative looks from men. Her flawless white skin, long  blonde hair that flowed down over her shoulders and firm breasts completed the package. The expensive designer clothes that she always wore were always chosen so as to accentuate her willowy form. To a casual observer she had every benefit life could provide. In possessing both wealth and beauty, her outward veneer was that of a perfect existence. To harbour the secret she did would seem uncharacteristic, the dark desire that was always kept hidden so contrasting to the image of the properly raised young lady that everyone thought her to be.

What had spawned its existence she had no idea. It was during her seventeenth year that she had become aware of it. It had been a warm summer evening when she and her boyfriend had sought privacy among the carefully tended gardens behind her parent’s mansion. Having finished a game of tennis they had strolled to a secluded little clearing away from easy view of the house. Beginning with passionate kisses, their tongues entwining as her boyfriend’s hands caressed her with increasing intimacy she soon found herself on her knees, her mouth filled with his hardening flesh. Not wanting to be discovered by her parents she had remained alert to any sign of someone’s approach. What a sight they would have presented if caught. Her virtuous and untarnished reputation would have quickly evaporate being seen with the top of her tennis dress pulled down exposing her breasts as she slowly sucked the rigid shaft that was sliding in and out of her mouth. Hearing a low moan and feeling the cock throb against her tongue she forgot about her surroundings. While still inexperienced at completing such an intimate act she had quickly discovered the enjoyment of that moment when a man’s passion would flood her mouth. Not wishing to lose any of his essence she had taken him as deeply as her greedy mouth would allow in anticipation of his release.

It was then something had disturbed the serenity of the evening causing some birds in a nearby hedgerow to suddenly take flight. The sound surprising them both and fearing discovery her boyfriend had quickly turned in reaction to the noise. The movement caused his cock to slip from between her lips just as it erupted covering her face with his milky white flow. His climax plentiful, the pulsing jets of cum had spattered across her nose and cheeks before running down her chin. As his release began to ebb the final few pulses were splashed across her breasts as if to make the indignity complete.

Still kneeling, it was then she had become aware of her racing heart and a reaction she would have never expected. It had not been the fear of discovery that had caused her pulse to beat wildly. Rather, it was having had her boyfriend’s cum spattered across her face, neck and breasts that had excited her. Feeling it beginning to dry on her skin she had found herself in no hurry to move or wipe it away as she had savoured the created sensations.

For days afterwards she could not quit thinking about what had happened and the effect it’d had. For a long time she tried to discount it chalking it up to perhaps having some exhibitionist tendencies. It was only after finishing university that the notion had been discounted. Having made love on several occasions in less than discrete locations, there had been no rush of excitement as their had been that evening in her parent’s garden.

It was only later while in her early twenties that the darker side of the urges began being felt. Spending a quiet evening alone at home she found herself channel surfing looking for something to watch. While flipping between stations her attention was caught by a movie. More than the usual action adventure fare, this one had a strong sexual fetish overtone. What had kept her from continuing her search  was the scene on the screen where a lady while clad in revealing black leather costume was being roughly used by three men. While censored for the airwaves, she found her imagination filling in the details of what was only hinted on the screen. Going to bed that night she had found it impossible to get the imagery out of her mind. Parting her legs she had begun running her fingers over her intimate slit as she imagined it had been her in the movie. Feeling her wetness grow her finger sought out her clit as her arousal increased as she writhed against the bed sheets.

What would it be like??  To be used in such a manner?? To have no control, to be totally in the hands of others?? Never had she thought of such things before. Three times she had climaxed that night, each one stronger than the previous before drifting off to sleep, the movie still replaying itself in her mind.

Following that night she found herself more and more consumed by increasingly dark desires she knew she would never be able to admit to. The ideas and desires that were now occupying her every waking moment were far from polite and proper. To be made to…. To wish to be used in such a way…… The sentences always going unfinished as her mind took paths which previously would have been considered inconceivable. Her imagination seeming to know no boundaries as she began looking at all of her daily activities from this dark perspective.

Showering one morning with the man who had been her lover at the time, lathering his body with soap she had slowly sank to her knees while moving the sponge downwards. The confines of the tub keeping them close together, being on her knees, her face was only inches from his now soapy cock. She had only to part her lips to taste him for the second time since awakening.

As was now the case more often than not, emerging from a dream filled sleep, the darkness of those nocturnal yearnings would make her immediately aware of the wetness between her legs. Stirring at the memory of the previous evening she had slid down beneath the covers, her mouth seeking out his manhood lying slack against his bare leg. Awakening his flesh with her tongue, his cock had immediately begun to stir in reaction to her slow sucking. His hardness had caused her mind to relive the previous evening.

Answering the door in response to his arrival, the intensity of his desire had been almost immediately noticeable. The passion behind his kisses betraying his arousal as he began stripping her clothes off before the apartment door was even closed. Unbuttoning her blouse, the delicate silk barely avoiding damage as his strong hands pulled it off. Her skirt had not been so lucky as its waistband  was yanked loose causing a tearing sound to be heard before the fabric fell to the floor to gather around her ankles.

Her heartbeat having quickened with his arrival, feeling nothing in the way of tenderness from his hands her heart had begun beating faster, the images from the movie the other night still a fresh memory. Never had he treated her in such a way. Repeatedly having wished it, to have no kindness or consideration shown, that it had now happened, to have been used as nothing but an object of pleasure, it had stirred her desire at a greater depth than she had supposed it might.

Her lingerie fared less well than the rest of her clothing. The delicate lacy material had quickly disintegrated in his hands. A tremor of excitement had coursed through her hearing the ripping sound as the bra and panties were roughly stripped away and joined the other clothes on the floor.

Freed from the restraint of any clothing her own hands had begun undressing him.

“The little bitch wants it doesn’t she?”

They were the first words he’d spoken since arriving. There had been no romantic tenderness in his tone, only a hard edge and a directness that caused her arousal to grow.

“Oh yes. Please… Yes I want it.” She had been barely able to reply. The excitement being felt having taken her breath away.

“Yes my little pet is a slut at heart.”

Again the sternness of his voice had stirred her desire at the deepest level.

“Get on your knees whore.”

“Y,y,yes Sir.” She could not obey fast enough. While moving to the floor he had quickly removed his clothes. Standing over her while slowly stroking his already fully erect cock the smile on his face had almost a menacing quality to it. Again, rather than feeling any fear or apprehension, his harshness had only excited her further.

Not saying anything further, taking a half step forward and grasping a handful of her hair to guide her head, he thrust his hard shaft between her lips. Moving his hips in a slow rhythmic manner, his hands not allowing any movement of her head, he had treated her mouth as if it had been her most intimate passage. His cock already fully engorged, his use of her mouth had been brief, his intent only to have his hardness made wet with her saliva before he had pushed her back on to the floor and entered her pussy with a single deliberate thrust.

His possession of her had continued to show nothing in the way of tenderness as his cock was repeated thrust into her. So many times she had tried to imagine what it would be like to be treated in such a way. To be used by another, no thought or consideration being given, to be nothing more than an object of carnal desire. Her own pleasure, should she experience it being of no consequence, that of her possessor  being all that mattered. The idea of it, to not be a person but only an object, that was what she needed.

To have now experienced it, the intensity of her reaction had both surprised and frightened. Before he had finished stripping her of her clothes she had been aching to have his hardness filling her. Wanting only to  be used, totally and completely, wishing to deny him nothing she’d spread her legs as widely as possible. Aware of the cold hardness of the marble tiled foyer against her bare skin it hadn’t mattered. To be taken without reservation or caring, to be the focus of nothing beyond his pleasure was all that was important.

Feeling his hardness beginning to throb, he had thrust deep into her, this time not withdrawing but rather remaining deeply buried as his passion had flooded her intimate passage. His arousal having not lessened as his seed had spurted inside of her, his hardness had remained undiminished.

“Get on your knees you little whore and get that nice tight ass in the air.”

Feeling his unyielding erection he’d fanned the flames of her own ardour upon realizing no part of her would be spared his attention.

The hardness in his voice continuing to excite her, she could not move quickly enough to obey, to not do as ordered hadn’t even entered her mind. His intent being obvious, to deny him was impossible for this is what she’d craved for so long. Moving obediently to her knees feeling his cock slip from her pussy she knew its loss would be brief, its intrusion to be felt in another way. Kneeling behind her, feeling his hands press against her upper back she had lowered her shoulders to the floor, her arms extended forward, the position ensuring his complete access to her bottom.

Positioned in such a way with her hips being held tightly in his grasp, she had been totally vulnerable. To escape the defilement had she wished it would have been impossible. To plead to have her bottom spared the violation had not even been contemplated. To deny him was not what she’d wanted. To be used, his pleasure being the only consideration, that was what had mattered. To be shown any kindness or consideration by him was unimportant.

Locked in the grasp of his hands, feeling the hard blunt head of his cock press against the tight entrance, a small cry had escaped from her lips. With him maintaining a steady pressure, her bottom had slowly yielded to his entry, each movement of his hips causing his cock to bury itself deeper.

Continuing as he had begun, each thrust purposeful and deliberate without evidence of any gentleness, each of them causing his thick shaft to fill her bottom more completely. As much as she tried not to, with each deeper penetration a mewling cry had escaped her lips.

Those polite and proper men whom her parents had been so happy to see her date had not possessed tastes of this sort. Having on occasion received a few playful swats to her rear, to be taken and used in this way was not a demand that had been made. Only once had it happened, then it had been by accident rather than on purpose.

Caught up in the throes of lovemaking a previous boyfriend’s cock having accidentally slipped from her pussy, he had mistakenly pushed it sharply into her virgin bottom. Not expecting it, the sudden violation had caused her to cry out. The reaction causing her boyfriend to instantly freeze, his hardness having continued to impale her tight bottom. Moving quickly to withdraw, she had stopped him, the mixture of emotions and sensations being felt had never been expected. The discomfort and sense of violation had very quickly been forgotten. Instead they had been replaced by anticipation, desire and arousal. The need to be feel him completely, to not be that prim and proper girl, to not have him withdraw but rather to feel his entire length, to be used in such a base manner, sodomized like a common whore, the allure of it had been unexpected as she had slowly pushed against him easing his cock more deeply into her ass.

Now for the second time she had been penetrated in such a manner. While fully desiring it, to not cry out had proven impossible. They had been an intermingling of protest and arousal. Just as when he’d taken his pleasure while buried in her pussy, the same emotions of abase desire, to be used without any show of tenderness or consideration had returned as his shaft had stretched her back passage. With her hips tightly locked in his grip, the craving to be used solely for his pleasure, to be used in anyway he desired without any decency being shown, to be simply a vessel to be filled as he wished was all that mattered.

Arching her back inwards and pressing her shoulders against the cool tiled floor she had positioned herself to allow the complete penetration of her ass. Her moaning cries not lessening the strength of his thrusts, he had continued until hearing his own primal and feeling the tightening of his grip on her hips he had flooded her bowels with his milky essence. Feeling each pulsing throb of his cock delivering another jet of his seed, he had collapsed against her back, his passion once more having been spilled.

With his cock still deep in her bottom, they had lay spooned together allowing their racing hearts to slow. Only after that had she been allowed up off the floor for the first time all evening. His carnal need having only been partially sated, being guided to the bedroom, he had rested only briefly before she’d been made to open her legs again and felt his restored hardness fill her once more. With his ardour spilled for the third time, only then had she been allowed sleep having drifted off while feeling traces of his essence slowly seeping from her body.

With the arrival of morning he’d taken her to the bathroom. On her knees in the shower thoughts of the previous evening had returned. She could still remember how it had felt. To have no part in guiding the events, to only be a passive participant, an object from which another derived pleasure had stirred her arousal at a far deeper level than expected. Would he do it again here? Eyeing his lathered cock as his hand had moved to rinse it off, she had again been possessed by the darkness of her recent desires. Might he? He would only have to ask…. No, far better not to be asked, to have no right to say no, to accept whatever he desired no matter what it might be was what she had found herself craving. He had only to release his golden stream and it would be freely received, its warmth splashing across her body. Had it been ordered she would have obediently presented her open mouth, whatever he wanted, she would have obeyed. 

Unable to talk about it with any of her friends or family, to admit such a need was impossible. Not understanding the dark desire herself, to attempt to explain it to another was something she would never be able to do. To crave humiliation, to be used by others in any manner they wished, to be accorded nothing in the way of human decency, no one she knew would understand such a need. It had only been through a couple of furtive conversations that had led her to him. In meeting it had allowed her dark desires to finally be embraced. It was why her heart was now beating faster seeing his number on the cell phone screen.

To be continued