I groaned as the sound of an alarm reached my eardrums. It seemed to be the sound of my own alarm, though I was pretty sure that it was Saturday and I had no reason to get up. Regardless, I reached for my nightstand to turn the damn thing off, only to find that there wasn't a night stand?

Really? Had I done it again?

I heard some rustling next to me, then the alarm stopped, upon which I felt someone leave the bed and walk away. Great, this was the perfect opportunity for my escape.

Obviously I'd had too much alcohol once again, which really always ended me up in someone else's bed, which was unfortunate. More fortunate was the fact that I never really had hangovers. Though I briefly wondered who I'd ended in bed with this time, I decided not to dwell on it and started looking for my clothes, quickly putting them on and looking around the bedroom for my phone.

Wow, that was a very fancy bedroom. A really big, expensive-looking television, a king-sized bed, long, satin curtains before the window. There were candles everywhere as well, though not burning.

Images from last night started protruding my mind, making me blush, and turning me on. I realised we'd done a lot of things; tribbing, sixty-nine, we'd used toys, our fingers, we'd included ass-play.Wow, overall it must've been a great night. Well, so much for that, as I really had to get going- but I didn't get a chance.

Before me stood what was presumably my bed partner of last night, and she was gorgeous. She was naked and absolutely gorgeous.

Her body was curved in the right places. Her boobs were perky and her nipples standing out proudly. Right now though, she was looking at me sternly.

"You aren't leaving, are you? We made an arrangement last night," she spoke, getting a few steps closer. Then she pushed me back on the bed. "An arrangement in which I'd be your mistress for the weekend."

"I don't..," I started, but I didn't finish the sentence as I suddenly did remember. A groan escaped my lips. Shit, what had I gotten myself into? I wasn't even really into that kind of thing, right?

"Get your clothes back off. There'll be no need for them."

"I don't even know your name."

"You don't need to. You'll be calling me Mistress, after all," she spoke, bowing over to the ground, where a whip was apparently lying around. "Now get naked."

I stared at the woman before me thoughtfully. I didn't actually have to listen to her, right? I could just leave. Part of me didn't want to however. Part of me was incredibly turned on by the memories of last night, and the fact that this gorgeous woman was standing in front of me with a whip. What she saw in me, I couldn't grasp. I wasn't nearly as beautiful, though my boobs were bigger.

Slowly, I reached for my shirt again, removing it. After it came my bra, then my jeans, followed by my panties. Which left me naked again. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl," she answered with a smirk, running the whip through her hand. "Now, I've prepared some special breakfast.." With those words, she moved over to the bed, pushed me back down again and moved her pussy on top of my face.

I obediently started eating it out. I licked along her pussy lips, then pressed my tongue against her clit. I started circling it with the tip of my tongue, my hands sneaking up to aid me in pleasing my new Mistress.

My Mistress was already breathing heavily, moving her hips in a slow rhythm on top of my face. "Yes, good. Make me cum, slave, use your hands, use whatever you deem necessary," she commanded, her eyes closed, her hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples.

The nipple-play only turned me on more, as I put two fingers around her clit, squeezing it in between them.

I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy, moving it around, having it lap up all of the sweet pussy juices that were coming out of her. Then I started circling her clitoris again, with my fingers this time, slowly building up the speed as I kept moving my tongue around in her.

She began moaning, moving in a more erratic rhythm on top of my face, moving more roughly and making it harder to keep up my work. She didn't speak, just moaned, her previous command not having been obeyed just yet.

 So I replaced my tongue with the fingers of my free hand, feeling along the walls of her vagina and finally finding her g-spot, which I then began pressing on, which caused her immediate release.

She thrashed wildly on top of my face, moaning loudly. "Oh! Yes, that's what I fucking expect of you, you slut, I'm cumming! Hmm!"

She kept thrashing as I kept stimulating her clitoris and g-spot, until after a few minutes she finally calmed down. Then I felt the whip fall across my nipple, making me gasp in pain and surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Did I give you permission to speak?" she answered, making it land across my other nipple as well. Then she got off of me, off of the bed, reaching in a drawer. As she turned around I looked at her back, at her marvellous ass. She fastened some straps around herself, before turning around again and presenting me with a gigantic, fake dick.

That was never going to fit inside me. It was too wide, too long. I kept quiet however, thinking that would be the way to save myself.

She walked over to me, her hips swaying.

"Get up. On all fours, facing me," she told me, looking at me with a look that could only be amusement.

I obeyed, facing her.

"Now suck my dick, lube it up. You're going to need it lubed up properly before it gets in you."

I gulped, though the thought of it penetrating me seemed to turn me on even more. Since when did I get turned on by the thought of pain?

Nevertheless, I started sucking on the fake cock, moving my head up and down its shaft and making my head follow along. I put as much spit on it as possible, trying to make it as slick as possible, while my Mistress simply held a hand in my hair. Which, after a few minutes, she used to turn me around. "Stay on all fours, no matter what happens."

So I did, as she stood behind me, the cock pressing against my pussy lips. She didn't move, however her hands were on my hips. Then one hand started slapping my ass-cheek, at which I surprisingly found that I moaned.

"You like that, don't you, my little whore? There's going to be lots of that this weekend." With those words, she pushed the dildo deep inside me, making me scream in pain and pleasure.

"Quiet!" she commanded. I tried to obey, as she moved the far too big dildo in and out of me.

I bit my lip to keep quiet. I bit it so hard that it started bleeding. She began moving faster behind me, one of her hands reaching for my clit and rubbing it.

"Cum, my pussy-loving cockwhore. Cum for me," she whispered as she leaned down next to my ear.

 I did, being unable to keep quiet and finally screaming loudly, my hips bucking against the bed sheets. "Oh my god, oh my god!" I shouted, taken over by one of the strongest orgasms of my life.

Authors note: This could be a Pt. 1, depending on the ratings this story gets.