Robin shifted behind me and moved his hips against me, and I could feel his soft cock stirring against my butt cheeks. His excitement spread into me, and I masturbated more quickly, moving my fingers in small circles around my clit as I continued my story. My breath came in short gasps as I described what happened next, how he'd made me kneel in the shower and stroke his cock with soapy hands until he came again, how he'd spurted into the bottle of body wash I used, and mixed the soap with his come. Robin hardened at the story, and the head of his cock pressed against the entrance of my anus.

Wetness poured around my fingers, I moved them faster as I described the demand Ranbir made, how he'd insisted on another Webcam show that evening. I felt Robin's hardening shaft penetrate my anus very slowly, pushing into me as his erection grew. He remained still as his cock grew harder and harder, invading me more deeply.

I felt my own orgasm building as I told him what I'd done that evening. I describe the show for him, told him how I'd used the pudding to defile myself. I arched my back against Robin and moaned as I described what I'd done in the shower to clean myself, how I'd filled the squirting dildo and spurted creamy body wash mixed with Ranbir's come all over my body and face, how dirty and shameful it had made me feel.

Then the orgasm was on me, and my moan became a scream as I came. The pleasure exploded through me, short and sharp, and was gone in a flash. Robin caressed me and held me as I shook, and kissed my neck as the feeling subsided.

"Good night, my wonderful, sweet, filthy little whore," Robin said, and nuzzled my neck. I drifted to sleep that way, his cock still in my ass, my hand between my legs, warm and safe and wet and dripping with come.

When the alarm clock went off the next morning, he was already up and showering. I turned groggily and shut off the alarm, and he walked into the bathroom, naked and toweling his hair. "Good morning, sweetie! Did you sleep well?"

I stretched and sat up in the bed. "I-"

He grabbed my hair and pulled hard, yanking my head back. As I yelped in surprise, his mouth closed over mine and his tongue thrust into my mouth. His hand went between my legs, and his fingers shoved roughly into me. I squirmed and moaned against him and opened my legs for him, offering him access.

He pulled away, just as quickly as he'd attached me. "You're a mess," he said. "You've got come all over your thighs, and I can still read all those the words you wrote on yourself in Magic Marker the other day."

I looked down in surprise. My inner thighs and the backs of my legs were crusted in dried come. "How did that happen?"

"You had an orgasm in your sleep last night," he said. "Woke me up. When you came, you pushed me right out of your ass. So I figured one good orgasm deserved another, and I reached down and tugged one off."

"You came on me in my sleep?"

"Yep! You didn't even wake up." He grinned. "Go shower. I'll make breakfast." He ran his fingers over my mound. "I like you shaved, but you're getting a bit stubbly. I want you to shave again. Oh, and don't bother to get dressed after you shower."

He left, and I heard him whistling to himself in the kitchen. I walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower, heart pounding. Last night, I'd been excited and horny and indulging my exhibitionism for Ranbir's lustful eyes, and it had still been difficult to do what I'd done; this morning, in the cold light of day with nobody watching, it was worse. My hands shook as I picked up the bottle of body wash, and I stared at it for a long time, trying to shake the memories away.

"Do it!" I said aloud. "You want this. You agreed to keep giving yourself to him. You know what he likes to do to you and you said you wanted it anyway. Now do it!" With trembling hands, I squeezed out a small amount onto the sponge. I lathered quickly and thoroughly, picked up a razor, and shaved myself smooth. When I was finished, I rinsed, and stood under the stinging spray for a long time, trying to feel clean.

Finally, after my skin had reddened under the hot water, I turned off the shower and stepped out. I dried myself and walked naked into the kitchen.

Robin had dressed and prepared a large breakfast-waffles, bacon and eggs, English muffins, coffee. He kissed me on the cheek and ran his hand between my legs. The sensation on my smooth, sensitive skin made me whimper and squirm. "Much better. No stubble," he said. His fingers gently stroked my breasts. "I can still just read the words, though. That Magic Marker just doesn't come off, does it? Feel all nice and clean?"

I lowered my head. "No."

He laughed. "Feel like a filthy, come-drenched fuck toy? Like I always say, some kinds of dirt can't be washed away. Have a seat!" He pulled out a chair for me and I sat at the table, then drew my breath in sharply and turned away. In the middle of the table, on a small china tray, was the mangled stick of butter I'd masturbated with two nights ago.

I looked at the pats of butter melting on the waffles, the butter on the muffins. "No...'

"Sit up straight! Spread your legs," Robin barked in his commanding tone. I obeyed instantly, opening my legs almost without consciously willing myself to. "Good girl. Now remember, breakfast is the most important part of the day, so eat up!"

"But..."

"Hush, or I'll make you pick up that butter and stuff it in your cunt again right now."

I hung my head and took a forkful of waffle. It was quite good, actually...and the thought made my face burn with shame.

"God, you are so delicious," Robin said. "Look at you! Your nipples are hard."

I whimpered and hung my head, the hot flush of shame spreading. I picked up a muffin and bit into it, all the while remembering how the butter had felt, the cool slipperiness of it, how strongly it had made me come...

I took another bite and ran my fingers between my legs lightly, felt wetness there. I opened my legs wider and spread myself open with my fingers to show Robin the wetness dripping from me.

"How does it taste?"

"It's-it's good," I replied. "I like it." If he's going to make you do this, I told myself, might as well run with it. Tease him with it.

I bit deeply from the English muffin and spread myself wider. "Mmmmm," I moaned, looking directly at Robin. He was staring at me fixedly, breathing hard, and the look in his eyes set fire to me. I threw my head back and rammed my fingers in and out until my pussy started to clench and I felt the beginning stirrings of an avalanche of pleasure, then I jerked my fingers out, shuddering and breathing hard, and looked levelly at him.

"When you get home from work this evening," he said slowly and carefully, "we are going to watch the movie you made for me. And when we do that, I am going to do things to you. I am going to take you and use you very hard, repeatedly, for an extended period of time. You are going to do exactly what I tell you to while this is happening." I shuddered at his words, and his voice. "Now finish your breakfast and get dressed. Wear your special bra today. I want you ready for this evening."

My hands came up reflexively to my breasts. "Noooo!" I wailed, but the look in his eyes stopped me cold. I dropped my hands and quivered, and felt wetness leaking from me.

He watched me eat, sitting naked at the table, legs spread. I felt hot and flustered under his gaze, but also very aroused, and soon my hand had crept between my legs again. I finished my waffles and helped myself to more, and smiled at him as I carefully cut off a large pat of butter and spread it on my food. "You like what you see?" I asked. "You like the nasty things I did with that butter? Does it turn you on, the way I play with my food?"

He didn't reply. He didn't need to; the answer was written on his face.

I masturbated steadily as I ate, always keeping myself right on the edge of orgasm without letting myself come, then wiped my mouth with a napkin and rose. "I better get ready for work." I smiled and ran my fingers, dripping with my juices, lightly over the butter, then slipped them in my mouth.

Robin caught my hand as I walked past him. "Tease," he said. I tried to pull away, but he gripped my hand tighter.

"It's getting late," I protested. "I need to get dressed."

He spun me around forcefully, and I yelped in surprise. His hand went to the back of my neck, and he pushed me down hard, bending me over the table. I screamed and struggled against him, and his hand tightened on the back of my neck. He picked up the bottle of syrup and poured a large pool of it on the table in front of me. Then he shoved my legs apart, exposing me. My breasts flattened against the cool, hard tabletop.

"Lick up the syrup," he said.

I struggled wildly. "Let me go! I have to get ready for work!"

He pushed my face into the pool of syrup. "Lick!" he commanded.

Flushed with shame and humiliation, I started licking. The syrup was sticky sweet on my tongue as I licked it off the table.

He picked up the stick of butter. His grip on my neck relaxed slightly, and I looked up. "No, please, I don't have timAAAAAIIIGGHHH!"I screamed and struggled as he shoved the cold butter hard and fast into my pussy. He pushed my face back into the sticky puddle of syrup. "Lick it up!"

I lapped up the syrup, tears of shame running down my face. He violated me hard and fast with the butter, ramming it into me over and over again, not giving it time to warm up and get soft. I thrashed and flailed helplessly, trying to reach behind me and push him away, but he evaded me easily. Soon, I felt the orgasm I'd denied all morning stirring within me.

No! No! No! the rational part of my mind thought frantically. Fight it! Don't come! If you come, it will only show him that you like this! I struggled against the rapidly building glow, arching my back, squeezing my pussy closed against the invasion, trying to hold it off.