by Evan Harder
Feeling bad for Debbie, I felt around with my fingers until I found her pussy. Then I slipped three fingers inside her, banging away at her snatch while I ate out Penelope’s pussy.
I kept my face buried in Penelope’s pussy for what seemed like an eternity before finally pulling back to get some air.
As I breathed in, I watched Penelope and Debbie making out some more, their lips pressed together and their hands running up and down each other’s bodies.
I slid my fingers out of Debbie’s snatch and slipped them directly into Penelope’s. She uttered a little groan and turned to look back at me.
“Fuck my tight little pussy with your fingers,” she said. “Bang me like there’s no tomorrow.”
I did as I was told, hammering my fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy, finger-fucking her.
“Harder,” Penelope said, her breath ragged. “Give it to me harder!”
I climbed to my feet to give myself more leverage and started banging away at her with everything I had.
“There we go,” Penelope said. “That’s what I’m taking about!” And then she thrust her tongue back into Debbie’s mouth and they continued making out, more aggressively than before.
After banging away at Penelope for a bit, I felt a hand around my cock and realized that Debbie had reached down and started stroking me. This just got me more excited and I started pounding away at Penelope’s snatch even harder, causing her to moan and groan like never before.
A few seconds after that, Debbie guided my cock towards her pussy and scooted her body forward, forcing my cock inside her. Her pussy was dripping wet and smooth as silk.
“Holy shit,” I moaned as her warmth engulfed me.
I was in a slightly awkward position, on my feet but crouching down, my fingers still inside Penelope’s snatch making it difficult to do much moving around. But Debbie took care of that, moving her body forward and back, fucking my cock with her pussy.
It felt so good that I didn’t even realize I’d stopped banging Penelope until she called me on it. My fingers were still planted in her pussy but were no longer moving.
“What the hell happened?” she asked, turning her upper body to look back at me. Then she saw what was going on. “Oh,” she said with a laugh. “Now I understand.”
Penelope climbed to her feet, forcing my fingers from her pussy and allowing me to shift my position, giving me more leverage over Debbie. Now, with my knees on the couch, I grabbed ahold of Debbie’s ankles and pushed back on them, holding her legs against the back of the couch and folding her in half.
With this newfound leverage, I was able to pummel Debbie’s pussy, hammering away at her, my body slamming into hers, causing her to yelp repeatedly.
There was a slightly pained look on her face, which forced me to slow things down a bit and not give it to her quite so hard.
“What are you doing?” Penelope said. She had climbed to her feet and was standing behind the couch, facing me, looking down on us.
“What do you mean?” I asked, still fucking Debbie.
“You let up on her,” Penelope said. “Why the fuck did you do that?”
I shrugged.
“It’s because she had a pained look on her face, isn’t it?” Penelope said.
I shrugged again. “Maybe.”
“Fuck that,” Penelope said. “That look just means you’re doing things properly.” Looking down at Debbie, she added, “Isn’t that right?”
With her face still screwed up in a mask of discomfort, Debbie nodded her head.
“You like getting pounded, don’t you Debbie?” Penelope said.
Debbie nodded again. “I love it,” she said, her voice as soft and shy as ever. “Fuck that little pussy with everything you have. Give me all you got. I can take it.”
Something about hearing that shy, soft voice talk dirty to me was intoxicating. It turned me on more than anything so far. And I certainly couldn’t defy it. So I positioned myself for maximum leverage and started hammering away at Debbie harder than ever before.
“There you go,” Penelope said. “That’s much better, right Debbie?”
Debbie nodded emphatically. The look of discomfort had returned to her face but this time I didn’t let it faze me. In fact, it fueled me to fuck her even harder.
“That’s a good boy,” Penelope said. She’d grabbed ahold of Debbie’s legs and held them in place back behind her head, allowing me to grip the back of the couch and give myself even more leverage than ever before. “Fuck that tight little pussy. Show her what it’s like to get fucked by a real man. Break her in half. Fucking destroy her! Don’t let up until she cums. Not until she cums all over your cock.”
And so I did, pounding away at Debbie until her entire body tensed up and then released in a burst as an orgasm crashed over her. Her legs shook and her mouth was open in a silent scream and her eyes were wide for a good five seconds before she relaxed once again.
“Very good,” Penelope said, coming around the side of the couch as I paused to catch my breath. My cock was still inside Debbie but I wasn’t moving against her. “Now it’s my turn. I hope you have some more energy. Because you don’t get to cum until I do.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” I said.
“Not good enough,” Penelope said. “You need to fuck me until I cum, understand? Failure to make me cum before you do is unacceptable.”
“I got it,” I said, laughing.
As Debbie watched on with amusement, Penelope climbed onto the couch, flipping herself over so she was on her knees, her ass in the air right in front of me.
I licked Penelope’s pussy from behind for a few seconds before sliding my cock into her. She immediately started bouncing back against me, as energetic as always. Loud moans of pleasure and a series of curses escaped from her mouth with every thrust.
Debbie sat up on the couch alongside Penelope, but facing the opposite way, her chin lying on top of Penelope’s ass, her mouth just above Penelope’s asshole. As I fucked Penelope doggy style, Debbie grabbed one of Penelope’s ass cheeks with each hand and spread them apart, opening her up to me.
“Holy shit,” Penelope said. “That feels so fucking incredible. Open me up more,” she said to Debbie. “Hold my ass cheeks open as far as they can go.”
So Debbie did, pulling on Penelope’s asscheeks, spreading them wide and revealing her asshole. I was tempted to start playing with it, but knew that if I did it would be all over within seconds, so I stayed away and focused my attention on pummeling Penelope’s pussy.
And pummel it I did, hammering my entire body into hers, my hips slamming into her ass hard enough to push her forward with every thrust.
After half a minute of fucking Penelope from behind, Debbie grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it out of Penelope’s pussy. She took my cock in her mouth and gave it a couple of quick pumps, getting it nice and wet. Then she guided it back into Penelope’s pussy.
This time Penelope did the work, backing into me while I stood there, her ass bouncing against my groin and jiggling and shaking constantly. The movement of her ass was mesmerizing. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
Penelope didn’t seem to appreciate my amazement though. After nearly a full minute of bouncing back against me, she turned her head back and said, “Are you going to let me do all the work? What’s going on back there?”
Debbie giggled and I smiled.
“You want me to take over?” I asked.
“Hell yes,” Penelope replied.
“Fine,” I said, grabbing her hips and laying into her.
“That’s a start,” she said breathlessly, still trying to maintain control even though she could barely breath. “But you can do better.”
“Let’s see how you like this,” I said, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her body back as I thrusted forward, our bodies slamming together with more force than ever before.
“I love it,” Penelope said, grunting the words out. “I fucking love it!”
Penelope was grunting wordlessly now, her head thrown back to alleviate some of the pressure and her back muscles and shoulder blades gleaming in the light.
I was grunting too, trying desperately to last just a little longer before cumming, knowing that I needed to get Penelope there before I finished.
Debbie was up on the couch by now, on her back with her legs thrown wide and three fingers of her right hand banging away at her pussy while she worked her clit with her left.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Penelope said, finally approaching orgasm. And none too soon, considering I didn’t have more than half a minute left before I was going to burst.
Now that she was close, I poured all my remaining energy left into fucking her with all my heart, my hips jackhammering back and forth while I pulled further back on her hair, creating more tension than ever before.
“I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming!” Penelope screamed, her body clenching tightly before releasing with a guttural growl. She hammered her body back into me and held it there, my cock deep inside her pussy, while an orgasm coursed through her.
I glanced over at Debbie and saw that she was cumming too, but in a far more subdued way, just like before, with her mouth slightly open and a surprised look on her face.
And then it was my turn.
As Penelope came, her pussy squeezed my cock tight. And once her orgasm had passed, her body relaxed, as did her pussy, and the sudden absence of pressure put me immediately over the edge.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I said breathlessly.
Penelope knew exactly what that phrase, uttered like that, meant.
She pulled forward, yanking my cock from her pussy, then quickly spun around and dropped to the floor in front of the couch, on her knees directly beneath me, pulling Debbie down with her.
As I stood over them, my cock hard and waiting to burst, Penelope took my dick in her mouth. Knowing that it wasn’t going to take much, she sucked on the tip while aggressively jerking me off while Debbie dropped her head down lower and started sucking on my balls.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” I moaned, trying to hold as long as I could to enjoy every last possible second of this wondrous feeling. But both of the women working my cock and balls so expertly was simply too much for me to handle.
I was practically in tears from holding on and my face was screwed up in a painful grimace.
“Here it comes,” Penelope said, pulling her mouth off my cock but still jerking me off.
Debbie released my balls and rose back up so her face was right next to Penelope’s.
“Cum on our fucking faces,” Penelope said.
“Paint our pretty little faces with your cum,” Debbie added.
So I did, finally giving in and relaxing enough to let the orgasm flow through me.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned as I came, my seed shooting out of my cock in a jet stream.
Penelope took the first blast straight in the face, the thick, white sperm splashing against her cheek. Still jerking me off, she turned my cock towards Debbie, spraying her face with my second stream. Most of the third ended up on Debbie too, before Penelope turned my cock back towards her for the fourth stream of cum and the last few spurts.
Laughing softly and shaking my head, I stared down at Penelope as she moved her clenched hand slowly towards the tip of my cock, milking every last drop. With her face covered in cum, she licked the tip of my cock then released it.
My legs weak, I dropped to the couch. But the girls weren’t done yet. As I watched, Penelope licked my cum off of Debbie’s face. Debbie then returned the favor, cleaning Penelope’s face of my seed.
With both of their faces now clear of my milky white sperm, they proceeded to kiss, sharing my cum between them. After making out for a bit, Penelope ended up with the reservoir of cum.
I continued staring as Penelope grabbed ahold of Debbie’s face and tilted it upward. Penelope then rose up and situated her head directly above Debbie’s. Penelope pursed her lips slightly, letting my cum and their collected saliva drip from her mouth, down and into Debbie’s open and waiting mouth below.
After all the liquid had been transferred, Debbie flashed me a little smile, then tilted her chin back and swallowed the concoction down.
It was all I could do to keep from standing up and cheering. And then, once I realized I still had two more days of this to come, I actually did, clapping my hands and hooting and hollering obnoxiously while the girls took turns giving me exaggerated bows.
Nights like tonight reminded me just how much I enjoyed my life. And would continue enjoying it as long as I had my filthy little sluts waiting for me in all my favorite cities.
Life was good.
#####
THE ALPHA FEMALE TURNS THE TABLES
As I may have mentioned a couple (hundred) times before, I’m a dirty little slut. I love having sex, whether it be oral, vaginal, anal, or all of the above. I love it soft, I love it rough, I love it in between. I love getting dominated, I love being in control, I love taking turns. I love all different sorts of positions, situations, scenarios and men.
That being said, the vast majority of the time, there is one thing that stays the same: I’m the one on the receiving end. Even when I’m dominating a guy, forcing him to do what I want, sitting on his face, slapping him around a bit, that sort of thing, the session usually ends up with him sticking his dick in one of (if not all of) my holes and then spraying me with his cum. And I’m fine with that. It’s simply the natural order of things. But occasionally I’m in the mood to turn the tables on a man. Sometimes I want to be the one doing the fucking.
Now I know what you’re thinking: How can a woman get any physical enjoyment from strapping on a dildo and fucking some guy in the ass? It’s pretty simple, actually. The physical enjoyment derives from the mental enjoyment of dominating someone. There’s just something exhilarating about owning another person, making them do whatever you want, forcing your will upon them. So even though there’s no actual physical sensation from the strap-on itself, the mere act of forcing a man to take it in the ass makes me wet as hell.
Luckily, within my long list of sexual partners is a (relatively) small subset of men that are into that sort of thing. So I take a gander at my phone and scroll down until I find the group labeled with the initials FD (for FemDom) after their names. There are 8 of them in all. Each one has a number between 1 and 5 after the FD notation, telling me how rough they like it. A 1 likes it soft and romantic and a 5 likes it pretty rough. Now, the abuse the fives receive from me isn’t all that extreme compared to some stuff that can be found out there in cyberspace (I’m not really into the pain thing) but I can get pretty damn rough with them nonetheless.
Tonight, fresh off a couple nights in a row of being on the receiving end of some extremely rough sex myself, I’m in the mood to fuck one of these poor boys up pretty bad. So I look up the number of my favorite five on the FD list. His name is Mark. I give him a call.
After he answers, I tell him what I have in mind for the night. He thinks it sounds great and says he’ll meet me at my place in one hour. I hang the phone up and start getting prepared, my excitement already building. It’s going to be a fun night.
#
Almost exactly an hour later there’s a knock on the door. I answer it decked out in studded black leather bra and panties with fingerless black gloves, thigh-high boots with 4-inch heels and carrying a 3-foot long braided leather whip.
The whip is pretty much just for show, it doesn’t really have a practical purpose in tonight’s proceedings but Mark’s eyes go wide upon seeing it. Which is exactly what I was going for. I wrap the whip around the back of his neck and pull him inside.
Mark is a pretty physical guy, standing at a shade under 6 feet tall and almost 200 pounds. He’s not a pretty boy by any m
eans, with a rugged face, a couple days worth of stubble and a standard barbershop haircut. He’s in his mid-thirties and has the body of a former college athlete starting to go soft around the middle. All in all not the kind of guy you’d normally associate with the sort of thing we have going on tonight. Which is a big part of the fun for me. Dominating a pretty little young man is one thing, but owning a big, manly-man type is infinitely more satisfying.
I lead him over to the center of the living room and order him down to his knees. He obeys without question. I wrap the whip around his neck a couple of times, pulling it tight enough that he can feel it but not so tight that it’s choking him.
“Are you ready for tonight?” I ask, looking down at him with an evil little smile on my face.
“I think so.”
“Are you sure? You look a little scared.”
“I am,” he says. “But that’s part of the fun.”
“I’m glad you see things that way,” I say. “Because I have a surprise for you. And it’s pretty scary. Do you want to see it?”
He nods.
I pull the whip tighter, choking him. Tilting my head to the side and flashing him a harsh look, I say, “What? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Yes,” he says, his voice softer due to the constriction of his neck.
“Yes what?” I say, pulling even tighter.
“Yes, mistress,” he manages to croak out. His face is starting to turn bright red.
“That’s better,” I say, unraveling the whip, allowing him to breathe normally once again. “You stay put. I’ll be right back.”
I head into the kitchen. I put the whip on the counter and pick up a strap-on with a reasonably thick, 7-inch latex dildo attached to it. It’s not the biggest dildo in my collection, not by a longshot, but it’s quite a bit larger than anything I’ve ever used on Mark before. Or any other man, for that matter.
I strap it on and head back out to the living room, where Mark is waiting, still sitting in the exact spot I left him, just like a good little sub. His eyes open wide when he sees the size of the cock strapped to my waist. I walk towards him, stopping once I’m just a couple inches away from him, the dildo practically touching his face, which is turned up towards me.
