Someone Murdock used to know

Craig felt the woman moan into his mouth, his fingers lightly dancing across her puffy nipples his tongue tracing her lips with his before he rejoined the battle in her mouth. He listened to her body, her sounds as he varied his technique on her breasts. He had been training exclusively with his uncle's whore for two weeks now and was finally allowed to put into practice what she had taught him with her new 'coworker.' Apparently some moron had thrown this hot bitch to the street after replacing her. She may not be MJ levels of hot and was a newbie whore but she was still quite attractive.

She still had that sweetness to her that most whores did not have. He had been told he was her second client, the first being an old man more interested in dating and cuddling than hard sex. She appeared to be enjoying the softness of his touches, but he was supposed to test his newly learned technique on this woman. He had one chance he was told to make her submit to him, without using his cock. Playfully he pulled away from the pinch as he traced his hand down to the woman's pear shaped ass to give it a heft and a jiggle. The reaction was not one of satisfaction. It seemed disappointed. Craig dipped his head down and sent a tentative lick to her nipple. Same reaction. He was getting positive feedback on location, so his problem should be ****. Using his teeth he scraped along her nipple slowly. He could almost feel the shivering vibration from her moan as it changed from disappointment to need. Taking her nipple back in her mouth he bit just light enough not to draw blood and smiled when he heard the bitch shriek.

Standing to his full height he looked at the panting woman and made a decision. Channeling what he had learned on eye contact and how to make a command, his voice was as deep as he could make it naturally as he said, "Go stand by the bed and bend over slut. Time to punish you for your life choices."

As he spoke, he followed his teachers advice and stood still except for the part he wanted the woman to see, his hand unlatching and pulling his belt free as he slowly wrapped it around his fist buckle in his hand.

Craig flipped the dress of the young woman up to expose her pantie clad ass. It was beautiful how it bounced when she flinched at the sudden action. Putting his free hand on her nipple he pulled downward as he brought the free end of his belt to her warm heat between her legs tracing her outer folds.

"Tell me slut, why are you a whore?" Craig said in a harsh whisper as he leaned over her, shrouding her body face from the light. He was trying to create a dark, closed atmosphere where the woman would feel she couldn't escape from him.

"My boyfriend was beaten by my ex-Master's new slut and she **** him to give me up if he wanted her willingly." The girl whimpered as Craig saw tears begin to form in her eyes. Upping the **** Craig used his pointer and middle finger to grab her second nipple so he could pinch and pull on both at the same time.

"Maybe true, but you need to stop blaming others. Why are you a whore?" Craig said emphasizing the last five words with light taps on her pussy with the belt end.

"I need money to live, my boyfriend and ex-Master were my bosses also." The woman said seeking acceptance in Craig's cold eyes.

"That's why you are working. I asked, why are you a whore?" Again Craig tapped on her cunt, hitting her clit on the last word. Each tap, minutely harder than before.

"It's the fastest way for me to make money." The girl said through a moan.

"True, but not correct. You do need money, but that is not why you are a whore. Tell me about your first experience as a whore." Craig said this time rubbing his thumb up and down her crack from her clit to her asshole.

"It wasn't much. I took the man to dinner, we danced. Then he drove me home in my limo. I gave him a blowjob in the limo as it waited. He didn't ask for it, but he was nice and I figured it was what he paid for." The woman said with heaving breathes.

"No, that was not your first time as a whore." Craig said as he watched the confusion play on her face, "but it is instructive. Tell me why it is."

Unsure on what to say, the woman hesitated before she slowly spoke, "Because I initiated the sexual act."

Like a father happy his child had figured out a math problem, Craig beamed when he spoke, "The girl can learn. Why did you do that?"

"Because I'm a whore and," pausing as realization lit her face, "a slut."

"So tell me about your first time as a whore." Craig said calmly, a single finger dragging up and down the beautiful cleft as he pulled on her nipples.

"It was when I first saw Mr. Murdoch. My heart started racing. He savagely fucked me within minutes as I begged for a job." The tears returned to her face, dripping down her pretty face as Craig grinned in triumph before a realization hit him.

"Matt Murdoch?" Craig started to laugh uproariously before continuing, "Well slut, why should I punish you?"

"My only mistake was choosing a bad master." The girl shyly admitted as her eyes blurred and images of her servitude to Matt played through her head.

"But that is enough. Choose wisely next time." Craig's arm thundered down as he let six inches of soft leather whip across the slender ass. The yelp of pain was outstanding as were the tears.

"Yes, sir."

Craig did not respond as he recalled his uncle's use of quiet to let the **** fill in the blanks. His hand did not stop in it's attack on Karen's ass and pussy. He could see the tears as they ruined her mascara, the pleading in her eyes, the shudders as her body betrayed her again and again as the belt fell. He could see her tense before each lash, and then cum when the belt landed. A submissive, a masochist definitely, perhaps a pain slut, or maybe into degradation.

Finally he heard what he had longed for, "Please Master, please stop, I'll do whatever you want. I'll be your whore, your slut, your ****."

The smile that lit on Craig's face was blinding to poor Ms. Page as she felt one last lash of the belt on her ass before she heard it drop to the floor and felt the hand gently caress her red and swelling ass. The hand on her nipples pulled until they could extend no further and then left, moving up to encircle her throat and lightly squeeze. Not hard enough to inhibit her breathing, but hard enough. It was an odd sense of duality for Ms. Page. The loving caress on her ass, soothing the pain. Trying to relieve and comfort her. With that came the implicit threat of what could, no, would await her if she ever disobeyed. The smile on the man's face, her ex-client, her current master, was beautiful at that moment, but his eyes were dreadful. And yet, even through the belting, the pain. She had cum, gloriously hard. Harder than even the most demeaning sex with Matt and brought.

"Tell me you are a cock hungry whore." Craig said with that same smile, his hand tightening while his fingers ran gently along her two soft globes.

"I'm a cock hungry whore, I want to suck and fuck your cock Master. To taste all of you before you fill me with delicious cum." Karen pleaded and begged, her eyes drifting down to Craig's crotch, hidden behind his trousers and ward gown.

"Tell me, does your ex-boyfriend love you? Does he know what a whore you are?" Craig said his hand reaching into his pocket for his cellphone.

"No, I mean yes I think so and no, but he knows I was a whore and slut for his law partner." Page said as true tears finally came from her eyes. These were not tears from physical tears, no these were tears for her love, knowing how she had hurt him, would hurt him, but unable to stop her lust, her deviance.

"Give me his number but first, let me show you your Master's cock. Your knew item of worship." Craig said as he reached inside his gown and slowly unbuttoned his trousers before letting them fall to the ground. Karen did not expect much, she had been under the thrall of Matt, but not for his cock, no matter if it was a solid size. She had sucked the old man and dated Foggy for a longtime and those two were probably smaller than average. They were definitely smaller than her previous boyfriends, who were numerous and varied.

It was never about size for her, but Matt was the biggest, which just lent itself to enforce her submission, her guilt, her pain, her pleasure. It exacerbated his dominance, his power, his worthiness of being worshipped by her. Still she found herself licking her lips in anticipation for the unveiling of her new Master's cock. Would he be worthy? He was acting the right way. He punished her divinely, he also comforted her, which Matt had never done. He had left that to Foggy, making Foggy her cuddle-buddy more than her boyfriend. Sex with Matt had been so rough, so dominating, she never felt anything but soreness and Foggy never pressed when she said no. Matt wouldn't even ask. He never asked until he found his new bitch, or his old bitch. He practically groveled at the whore's feet to kiss her. It disgusted Karen and made his betrayal, while frustrating, acceptable. He wasn't worthy to be her Master if he was to submit to another.

The boy in front of her did not attract her at first. He was after all some kind of addict, or he wouldn't be a patient in this facility. He was also boyish. Acned, skinny and sickly pale. He didn't have Matt's rugged good looks, muscular body, not even his clean put together dominant aire. When he first talked to her, he seemed a bit unsure, hesitant even. Then they had started. She had never been as wet as she was now, the boys whole demeanor had changed as he found her switch. Perhaps, she reflected, his nervousness was in his perception of her, whether he thought she was into the D/s side of sex. It seemed they were simpatico in this regard.

Craig casually kicked his pants to the side, his gown now the only clothing material hiding his soft seven inches which hung limp between his legs. Thinking quickly Craig ordered his new pet, "Eyes closed whore, mouth open."

Karen took one last look at Craig trying to memorize his look, that could look made her shudder with anticipation, before she shut her eyes tight and opened wide. Disappointment reigned as she felt the relatively thick, soft, spongy head enter her mouth followed by a cock the length of perhaps Foggy. It barely grazed the front of her throat. And the boys balls must be tiny and shriveled as she didn't feel that familiar and satisfying smack against her chin, as she had with Matt when he really started to throat fuck her.

Craig enjoyed toying with this woman as he fed her a bit under the first half of his cock. He wasn't trying to impress her, quite the opposite, he enjoyed the furrowing of her brow as she though he was small. Craig had played this game with girls before and loved it because it shifted the power quickly and forever. He would take Karen's throat for a ride later, but for now he was just trying to get hard, fully hard.

"Lick around the head, that a girl. Suck harder. Cover your upper teeth properly with your lips." Craig barked orders as the girl flagged in her excitement. He thought he knew why, but didn't want to break the ruse yet.

Pulling away with a loud pop he gave Karen a slap on her ass, ordering, "Hands and knees on the bed slut."

By now Karen had felt the fullness of Craig's cock in her mouth, how it had grown hard and thick, stretching her jaw wide and she was somewhat pleased that at least she would feel this cock as it stretched her even if it didn't batter the back of her pussy like Matt did. At least it wouldn't feel like a finger stabbing her, like Foggy's always did.

Craig, reached down to his pants and pulled out his phone and called his teacher, "Hey I got her. Yes, I can put her on speaker. Karen, tell the woman on the phone if I have fucked you yet."

"No err Ma'am he hasn't. I sucked his cock a bit." Karen said as she got into position her eyes still closed like the good little **** she was. Even if her Master didn't have the cock she wanted he had those eyes.

Craig grinned his sillly childish grin not hiding his true loser nature with Karen having her eyes shut. "Tell her if you sucked me before, or after you called me Master."

"It was after." was the simple reply.

Putting the phone to his ear Craig walked behind Karen and lined his cock up with her ragged pink slit. Craig could see someone had stretched her over a long time with a pretty decent sized cock. Sneering at the realization, Craig tapped his cock on her hole and said, "Do you want it? Do you want me to fill you up with my whole cock?"

"Yes, sir. Please fuck me and fill me with your cock. Please show your **** what she has in store for her going forward." Karen whimpered as her mind resisted the urge to push back and take the cock herself.

"See, and I have a secret you have to see, so here video call." Craig said before flipping the image and showing his long cock lined up with the lithe woman's crack. With a quick tug he pulled her panties to the side and then using the panty fabric like reins he pulled on them as he plunged forward. When he was about the depth he was in her mouth, he smirked again as he leisurely sawed in and out of the tight cunt those five inches, "and now the magic, slut, you want my whole cock, you sure."

"God yes, your cock is nice and thick. It's so thick, I want it all. Fuck me hard Maaster." Karen said as she squeezed her cunt in rhythm with the thrusts. Karen remembered how Matt had loved how her various folds massaged him as he brutalized her and she tried her best to replicate it on the shorter appendage in her now. Until suddenly she felt her breathe leave her and her eyes fly open to stare into the face of some woman she thought she knew on her Master's cellphone. Then came the shrieking orgasm. A log, no a tree had entered her cavern of mystery and had reached further than any cock before it. Even Matt's decent size was left wanting. The unexplored ground quaked and shivered, trying to push back into place, to defend itself from the invading troops. It failed and submitted and then retreated as it pushed further, stretched her longer.

She had never felt so full. The thickness only a smidge below Matt, but the length was unbearably long, who was fucking her? Why had she only felt five inches before when she sucked.

Karen soon got her answered, as she turned and saw the gloating smile on Craig's face before he said, "Surprised slut? Just didn't want to ruin your throat, yet."

"Holy fuck Master. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm cumming again."