This is a direct follow on from Saving Eva from Abuse 5, the stories are fairly short so if you haven’t it would be worth reading from the beginning.

Comments and stars are much appreciated.

Bob

Thursday morning, Eva woke me with a cup of tea and a kiss. She was showered, we had gone to bed without washing or anything she smelt lovely. I had a morning hard on. “Suck my cock,” straight away she pulled the covers off me, grabbed my cock and brought her mouth onto it. She licked the end, kissed it and then took the head in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it.

She was in no rush, no more than the head went in her mouth. I love this even though I may be late for work. She began using her hand and putting more of my cock in her mouth, going in and out faster and faster. I came into her mouth, she swallowed it, smiling at me and wiping her mouth with her finger and sucking it. “Thank you sir,” she said.

I had to rush a shower and getting ready, we managed to set off on time and I did the usual drop off at the coffee shop. Eva was fully dressed. It was the usual day at work, tempted to have Eva hand over her knickers. I walked around without my jacket displaying my new belt. I managed to message her to go to the coffee shop after work and wait for me.

In the coffee shop we enjoyed a drink before I gave Eva a bag. “Go into the toilet and put this on, then I will take you out for a meal. She disappeared and more than a few minutes later, in fact another cup of coffee later she returned. I had to look twice, she looked like a different girl when she came out.

It was more than the sexy dress, her face and hair had changed. She is very attractive, I know that, but the before and after was amazing. How do women do that? A trace of makeup and a comb through the hair and a new person comes out. Not just on the outside, a little mouse went in and a sexy, confident woman came out.

“Well, gorgeous, are you ready to grace some eatery with your elegance?” I asked.

“Certainly thank you kind sir,” she said with an elegant half curtsy. We both burst out laughing and set off down the road, I put the bag with Eva’s work clothes in my car. Before going to the restaurant we called at a pub and I had a decent pint of ale and Eva a gin and tonic. I had to decide whether to drive or drink, sod it we’ll get a taxi home. Time for another drink then.

Even though it was early we found a decent restaurant, half way through: “Sir you did not put any underwear in the bag,” Eva whispered.

“Oh dear, I was in a bit of a rush but you were wearing underwear to work, weren’t you?

“Yes sir but I did not want to wear soiled underwear under this beautiful dress. Apart from that the bra showed, I decided that it would spoil the dress to wear the bra and my boobs still look good I think.”

“That is very naughty, I will excuse the bra, you had a good reason for that but coming out with me without knickers is very wrong. You will have to be punished, luckily I have my new belt. In the future as further punishment you will not wear knickers when you come out with me. Slip your shoe off and use your foot to rub my cock.” I quietly told her.

I hitched my hips forward and spread my legs. Her warm bare foot started rubbing up and down my already erect cock. She was smiling. “When you are not being naughty you are a very good girl, as a reward I will play with your pussy.”

“Thank you sir,” she smiled at me and increased the pressure on my cock. I took another quick gulp of wine. We finished and I paid the bill. A taxi picked us up outside. True to my word I insinuated my hand up the skirt of her dress and into her very ready pussy.

As soon as the front door closed, “Stop,” I took my belt off, looped it around her neck, pulled it so the buckle was under her chin forcing it up and I led her into the dining room. I was reluctant to remove her dress as she would be naked and I wanted a bit more suspense.

I led her to the dining table and when she was standing with her legs touching it, keeping hold of the belt I walked around the table and pulled her to me. I leaned forward and kissed her as I removed my belt from her neck. I took her hands and pulled them towards me so she was flat on the table from the waist up with her tits squashed down. “Hold the table edge,” I told her.

At the other end her dress had ridden quite far up her legs, legs that were elongated as they were stretched. I slowly moved the dress up, gradually uncovering more legs and her pussy was displayed, knickerless as promised. More arse was unmasked, God my erection was painful so I took my shirt and trousers off, my cock standing over my boxer shorts and waving in front of her face.

I was tempted to go straight in and fuck her but I had promised her a beating although to be honest I didn’t really want to do it I would much prefer to fuck her.

While I was still standing in front of her I snapped the belt together several times as I walked around to her arse. Keeping the belt doubled I hit her arse. She gave a quiet squeak and to my surprise – “Harder,” she said.

I hit her again lower this time, on that join between the arse and thigh. A louder squeak and a repeat “harder.” Shit I did not expect this, I was not hitting her very hard, this whole punishment was meant to be fun, it seemed to be getting serious.

My next shot as a downward motion to the top of her arse, I felt it was a good bit harder. Her, I suppose cross between a squeak and a shriek, was louder but still followed by “Harder.” This one left a definite mark on her bum and increased the strength of my erection.

The space between the first and last landed my next even harder one to an unambiguous screech, again followed by “harder pleeeeeease,” more pleading than asking. I ran my finger up her very damp slit and up to the first knuckle into her arse. A shiver went right through her body.

Another on the one remaining vacant site, the hardest yet and as hard as I was gonna ever go. Eva let out a yell and her hands let go of the table and grabbed her arse. “Put your hands where they should be slut, you are such a whore.” I put a finger into her bumhole and my cock in her cunt. I fucked her hard, I put the belt around her face and pulled her head back.

“Let go,” this allowed her body to lean back.

I dropped the belt and grabbed her tits. Her nipples were rock hard.

“Goddddddddd,” she yelled as she hit a climax. I knew I wasn’t far behind her. I held her close to me, keeping my cock tight into her without moving. She however was flexing her cunt muscles either purposely or unconsciously. When I had settled down a little I slammed into her again rapidly and hard which evinced a loud scream. I shot into her.

Fucking hell, I enjoyed hitting Eva! But I hated hurting her! I did get a thrill. I had an amazing climax, I felt so close to her. Am I abusing her? Is this what I saved her from? Am I as bad as him. I am in control of myself as well as Eva. I don’t have to apologise in the morning.

“Come let us shower and get to bed. I know it’s early but we have to get to cab to work in the morning.”

We held each other in bed and slept the sleep of the just (or the fucked).

Eva

I set the alarm for early and had a shower, I don’t go to bed like that, unwashed, not cleaning my teeth and my pussy all sticky. I woke sir with a cup of tea and had to give him a blow job. His cock was smelly and needed a wash. I slowly kissed and sucked the head before bringing him off.

At work he kept walking about showing off his new belt. Each time I saw him my mind went to what I wanted that belt to do to me, it was already working on my pussy.

I was drinking coffee when sir came in and gave me a bag and told me to change. I went into the toilets and took out the dress he had bought, it was the ordinary little black dress. A very attractive one, there was nothing else. I stripped down to my underwear and put the dress on, it fit lovely aside from my bra showing. What the hell? I tried the dress without the bra and it looked good, my boobs looked good and on show more than ordinary.

I wondered about it all I was wearing was the dress and knickers, if I lose the knickers I can blame sir for not putting anything else in the bag. I put some makeup on and combed my hair. Looking in the mirror I was pleased with the result, I catwalk walked out to sir.

In the restaurant I told sir that he had forgotten to put my underwear in the bag. His eyes changed, pupils dilated and he told me I was naughty and good and I massaged his cock with my foot. All the way home in the taxi he had fingers in my pussy.

Once in the house he took his belt off and put it around my neck using it like a leash to lead me to the dining table. He pulled me over the table and kissed me before pulling me down and making me hold the far side of the table. My boobs were flattened. I was looking directly at his groin as he took his shirt and trousers off in front of me, his cock standing proud. He slapped the two halves of the belt together with a loud crack.

He moved out of sight and I felt my dress being lifted up over my bum, more shivers down my spine and to my pussy. I was exposed totally, the draught was around my nether regions. I was ready. Whack, I liked that but not hard enough, I want to feel the pain. I asked him to do it harder.

After each one I asked for more and harder, although my eyes were watering and my bum stinging but I wanted more, I was loving it. I could feel my juices seeping down my thighs, that spot at the back of my neck tingling like mad. Harder I kept saying. About his sixth or seventh hit was hard, I yelled, let go of the table and held my bum. My brain was in a whirl. I cannot describe it. I love it, the pain, the indescribable feeling in my cunt and the ache in my nipples.

He fucked me and I hit the roof, he called me names, put his finger in my bum, grabbed my tits, I don’t know what else. My orgasm soaked everything, I collapsed on the table, unable to move. Just leave me here to die happy.