Perverse Fantasies

by Evan Harder

  “Fuck yeah!” she said, practically screaming the words. “Pull my fucking hair! Jus like that. Just like that!” Seeing her so excited amped up my energy level even higher, allowing me to hammer away more aggressively at her.

  My body slammed into hers, causing her ass to ripple and her body to shimmy every time our flesh made contact. Her groans had turned into high-pitched wordless screams of joy.

  It wasn’t long before her entire body froze up for a moment, then released in a enormous wave of movement, causing her to shimmy and shake uncontrollably as an orgasm passed through her.

  Once she’d settled down, I releases my hold on her hair and let her relax for a moment. Keeping my cock inside her pussy but no longer moving against her, I leaned forward, resting my chin atop her shoulder so I could whisper into her ear.

  “You truly are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

  “The dirtiest,” she said, turning her head to look back at me. “I want you to ravage me. Do whatever you want. I’m your little fuck toy.”

  “Whatever I want, huh?”

  “Anything,” she said. “Anything at all.”

  “Okay,” I said. “But I don’t want to hear any complaints later.”

  “Never,” Cindy replied.

  So with this in mind, I leaned back to regain my balance and started again moving my cock in and out of her pussy, starting slow but quickly gaining speed until I was once again pummeling her.

  “Just like that,” she said, groaning the words between deep, desperate breaths. “Fuck yeah, just like that.”

  Still fucking Cindy doggy-style, filling up her pussy with my cock, I stuck my thumb in my mouth to get it lubed up a bit, then slid it into her asshole without any warning.

  Cindy let out a surprised little yelp and started to rise up but I held her down, pressing her face to the cushions.

  “Take it,” I said, holding her head in place with my forearm. “Just lie there and take it.”

  I forced my thump deeper inside her asshole, causing her to squirm and groan louder. “I said take it,” I growled, fucking her pussy with even more aggression. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”

  And she did, biting down on her bottom lip to avoid making noise as I forced my thumb deeper into her asshole, working it around in circles inside her as I continued fucking her from behind, hammering away relentlessly, our bodies slamming together, filling the room with the sounds and smells of sex.

  In a perfect world, I would have pulled my thumb out of her ass and replaced it with my cock, but unfortunately I was too far along to even consider it. I was mere seconds away from cumming already. Fucking her asshole would just have to wait until the next time we hooked up.

  I yanked my thumb out of her asshole and grabbed ahold of her hips with both hands to control her body for the final few pumps before I came. Pulling her back towards me, I ravaged her pussy more aggressively than I had all night, hammering away at her with everything I had while she screamed and groaned and bucked, her hair flying everywhere, her shoulder blades showing, her skin glistening with sweat.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I said, giving her fair warning. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

  The words had barely left my mouth when Cindy shifted her body to the side, letting my cock slip out of her pussy. Then she flipped over on the couch so she was sitting on it proper, her head right in front of my hard cock.

  Without so much as a word, she took the tip of my cock in her mouth and started to suck while simultaneously jerking me off with her right hand and squeezing my balls with her left. She was going to town on my cock, jerking me off as aggressively as I jerked myself off, which was something no other girl had ever done before. Most girls acted like they were afraid of breaking something, of injuring me. But not Cindy. She clearly understood how much a body could take.

  And she just as clearly enjoyed what she was doing right now. Her eyes were wide with joy and turned up towards mine, holding my gaze, looking directly at me as she finished me off.

  “Come on baby,” Cindy said, popping her mouth off my cock for just a moment. “Give me that fucking cum. I want it all over my face. Paint my pretty little face with your cum.”

  I let out a low groan and bit down on my bottom lip. I was trying to hold out for as long as possible, trying to make the moment last forever, but it was impossible. Cindy wasn’t letting up at all.

  So I finally gave up to the inevitable. Cursing under my breath, I tensed up for a moment, then allowed my body to release. My balls tightened, launching a thick stream of white cum all over her face. Then another one. And another. And another.

  Cindy opened parted her lips to take the final couple spurts inside her mouth. They were smaller than the others, but still packed a punch, leaving a little reservoir of cum in her mouth.

  Still holding my cock, looking up at me with her eyes wide with joy, she tilted her head back and swallowed, gulping my cum down like it was a shot of tequila. Once it had disappeared, she took the tip of my cock in her mouth and milked it dry while staring up at me with her cum-covered face the whole time.

  Eventually she released my cock and stood up, then headed into the bathroom. I got dressed while she cleaned herself up. A few minutes later she came out in a pair of panties and a t-shirt.

  “Do you still want that cup of coffee?” she asked, heading towards the kitchen.

  “Sure,” I said with a chuckle.

  “Good,” Cindy said. “Then I’ll make it while we figure out when we’re going to get together again. If that’s okay with you.”

  “That sounds great,” I said.

  “I think so too,” Cindy said. “And hopefully next time we’ll get even freakier, you know, since we got the awkwardness out of the way today.”

  “I can’t wait,” I said, thinking that if today was considered awkward, how insane would things get when we got comfortable with each other? I couldn’t wait to find out.

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  ANAL LOVING BABE

  It was a Friday night and I was at an Irish Pub a few blocks from my house, drinking some beers and scoping out the women. The pub was a popular hangout for the local college kids, a place to come at the end of the night and throw down a few beers before heading back home. They had a reputation for not looking to closely at ID’s, plus cheap prices and a reasonably comfortable atmosphere.

  I was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a collared shirt. Nothing close to my normal attire, but perfect for the occasion. I’d scored many times in just such an outfit; it seemed to attract the kind of young women that inevitably ended up at this specific location on these nights.

  But tonight it looked like I was going to strike out. I’d had a few beers and so far hadn’t really gotten anywhere and was considering hanging it up for the night. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was pushing 1AM and decided to have one last beer before tapping out. It turned out to be a great decision.

  I ordered a Killian’s from the bartender and sat down at the bar. I had just taken my first drink when I saw a young woman enter that was utterly unlike anyone else that I’d ever seen in the place.

  She was of Latin descent, with long, silky, dark brown hair and olive skin. Young, in her early twenties at the oldest, with a gorgeous face; big brown eyes, full lips, sultry nose, and lots of makeup, especially around the eyes.

  She was wearing a pink sweater that barely covered her ass and showed off her ridiculous body. Tall and thin and fit but still soft, with curvy hips, a plump ass and firm, full breasts.

  On her feet she had black leather knee-high boots, making her already long legs look like they went on forever. And to top things off her toe and finger nails were painted black.

  She was gorgeous and sexy and slutty and incredible. Absolutely perfection.

  She’d come in alone, looking around the place as though she was searching for someone specific. It quickly became apparent that whoever she was supposed to meet here hadn’t showed up. And without a good reas
on to stay, she wasn’t going to be in the pub for long at all; it just wasn’t her kind of place. I knew I needed to act fast. So I scooped up my beer and headed over towards her.

  I decided to test my theory in the most straight-forward way possible. Walking up to her, I simply said: “Do you want to go back to my place and fuck?”

  “Are you serious?” she asked, speaking like she wasn’t all that surprised to hear that exact question, like she’d been asked it a hundred times before.

  “As a heart-attack,” I replied.

  She looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat, her mouth turned up in a little smirk. “I don’t know, buddy,” she said. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not really my type.”

  “What about this?” I asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her hand down towards my cock, which was already a little chubby and by no means on the small side. “Is this your type?”

  “Perhaps,” she said. “But I’ve come across many guys in my life with big cocks. Most of them don’t know how to use them.”

  “Well I can assure you that I do,” I replied.

  “Maybe you do,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean you can give me what I need.”

  “And what is that, exactly?”

  She looked at me sideways, dismissing me. “If you have to ask then you probably can’t deliver.”

  “If you’re talking about an aggressive pounding, you might be surprised. Deep down I’m a pretty fucked-up guy.”

  “Yeah, I doubt that,” she said, drinking from her beer.

  “Why?” I asked. “Because I don’t have any tattoos or piercings?”

  “That’s part of it,” she said.

  “And the other?”

  She shrugged. “For one, you’re dressed like a yuppie.”

  “That’s because I’m playing a part.”

  “And what part is that?”

  “A wolf in sheep’s clothing,” I said, taking a drink from my glass. “It’s a little game I like to play.”

  She turned her head towards me, suddenly more interested. “How does it go?”

  “It’s simple,” I said, taking advantage of her interest to hop up onto the stool on the other side of her table. “I dress up like a nice, normal, everyday prude to attract a certain kind of girl.”

  “What kind is that?”

  “The cute, innocent little college that are always running around this place. Like her,” I said, pointing out a little blonde in a sundress, smiling widely and acting all shy. “Or her.” I pointed to a long-haired brunette wearing a skirt and sorority sweatshirt. “I make them think I’m a nice, normal guy, just looking to screw around a little bit.”

  “And then?” she asked, clearly interested.

  I finished off my beer and flashed her an evil little smile. “Then I give them a night they’ll never forget, even if they want to. But it also ends up being a night they’ll dream about for the rest of their lives, even if they won’t admit it.”

  She chuckled and finished off the rest of her beer.

  “Tell me you’re not at least a little intrigued,” I said.

  “I have to admit, I’m a tad bit curious,” she replied. “But I still really doubt that you can give me what I need.”

  “Maybe not,” I said. “But what’s the worst that can happen if you give me a chance? You come away a little disappointed?”

  “Or worse yet, unsatisfied,” she said.

  “Which was probably going to happen anyway,” I said.

  “What makes you say that?”

  “Well, you obviously came here looking for someone that wasn’t here. And you’re clearly disappointed about that. And you’re sure as not going to find what you need at this place if you decide to pass on my offer and stick around.”

  “True enough,” she said.

  “So the way I figure it, you’ve got nothing to lose.”

  “As much as I hate to admit it, I think you’re right.”

  “Then let’s go back to my place,” I said, slamming the rest of my beer. “It’s only a few blocks away. I’m Charlie, by the way.”

  “I’m Alexandra,” she said. “But you can just call me Alex.”

  “Okay then, Alex, let’s rock.”

  I took her hand and we left the bar.

  #

  “I’m guessing you like things a little rough,” I said as we walked along the sidewalk towards my house.

  “More than a little,” she said.

  “That’s what I figured. What about control?” I asked.

  “What about it?”

  “Do you like to have it or relinquish it.”

  “Both,” she said. “It all depends on my mood.”

  “And what kind of mood are you in tonight?”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t mind at all if you took charge,” Alex said. “I kind of feel like being told what to do.” She flashed me a dirty little smile. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

  “It would be my pleasure,” I said, smiling back.

  “And don’t take it easy on me,” she said. “I’m a big girl. I can handle whatever you can dish out.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I said, fighting the urge to lick my lips in excitement.

  A couple minutes later we came to my door. I unlocked it, opened it, and let Alex in. After closing and locking the door behind her, I grabbed her arm and spun her around, right there in the living room.

  “Get on your knees,” I said as I undid my belt and zipper, pulled off my pants and boxers and tossed them aside.

  Alex did as she was told without hesitation. She was looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, desperate to please. My already hard cock was sticking straight out, practically poking her in the eye.

  “Now suck my dick.”

  Alex opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my cock and started bobbing back and forth on the head while her hand worked the shaft.

  I grabbed her wrists, yanked her hands from my cock and forced them down to her side. “No hands,” I said. “Just use your mouth.”

  Alex’s head bobbed faster and faster on my cock. Spittle ran down her chin and onto the floor. Gagging sounds escaped from her throat.

  “That’s right,” I said. “Just like that.”

  I glanced down at Alex, saw that her eyes were closed. I gave her a little smack on the cheek.

  “Look up at me,” I said. “I want to saw your pretty little eyes while you suck that hard cock.”

  Alex tilted her head slightly, allowing her to make eye contact while continuing to blow me. Her eyes were huge and full of the need to please.

  “There you go,” I said. “That’s more like it. Keep looking up at me. No matter what happens I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Understand?”

  She nodded as best she could with my cock in her mouth.

  I put my hand on the back of Alex’s head to hold it in place and started pumping my hips forward, forcing her to take me deeper and deeper.

  After pumping Alex’s mouth continuously for a good thirty seconds, I held her head in place, my cock three-quarters of the way inside her mouth, pressing on the back of her head, keeping it in place.

  She started to choke.

  “That’s it,” I said. “Fucking choke on that cock.”

  Alex tried to back away but I didn’t let her go.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I said, taunting her as she struggled. “I didn’t said you could pull off yet.”

  Alex still struggled to back away. But that was fine. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I liked it better when she struggled. It was more fun for me.

  After another ten seconds I finally let Alex go. Her head flew back and she gasped for breath. Tears were leaking from her eyes, making her black mascara run down her cheek. It was sexy as hell. Not to mention hot as shit.

  I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and used it to control her head. I pulled her face into me, smashing her mouth against the base of my cock. I rubbed her face against my flesh then p
ushed down on her head until her mouth latched on to my ball sack.

  “That’s a good girl,” I said. “Suck on my balls.”

  She took them both in her mouth and went to town, licking and sucking and fondling them with practiced ease. Her hand flew up to my cock and started jerking me off while she continued playing with my balls. From there, she continued southward, licking my taint before returning to my sack.

  “You’re a dirty little fucking slut, aren’t you?” I said.

  “The dirtiest,” she replied.

  “Yeah? Well let’s just see how dirty you really are.” I forced her head even further down until her face was staring directly at my asshole. “Do you like the taste of ass?” I asked.

  “I fucking love it,” she said.

  “Prove it,” I said.

  “With pleasure,” Alex replied.

  She slid her hands onto my asscheeks and spread them apart, giving her more room to attack my asshole. And attack it she did, going after it with enthusiasm and energy. She started by exploring around the edges, getting me nice and warmed up before she dove in proper. Her tongue was magic, flicking in and out of her mouth, working my asshole with skill, getting it nice and wet and slippery and sloppy.

  After going to town on my asshole for almost a full minute, I grabbed a handful of Alex’s hair and roughly yanked her to her feet. Leaning in, I touched my forehead against hers, taking in her breaths from close range.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I said. “You like it when I dominate you. When I forced you to do things you don’t want to. Don’t you?”

  She nodded, her breath still ragged.

  “What?” I said. “I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes,” Alex said, her voice desperate and laced with need. “I love it. I fucking love it.”

  I slid my hand under her dress and yanked her panties aside, then jammed two fingers into her pussy and started banging away, going full-bore right from the get-go. With my other hand I yanked down on the top of her dress, spilling her tits out. I gave them each a squeeze and a little smack while continuing to finger-fuck her mercilessly.