by Riley Haze
She turns her head so she’s looking right at me. Then she sticks her middle and index fingers back in her mouth, lubes them up a bit, then slides them into her gaping asshole, moaning in pleasure as they enter.
“Come on, baby,” she says while continuing to work her asshole wider with her fingers. “Enough playing around. Give me what I need.”
“And what is that?” I ask, knowing full well what it is but just wanting to hear her say it out loud.
“I need your cock in my asshole,” she says.
“Beg for it,” I say, staring at her.
“Please give it to me,” she begs, her eyes wide pools of need. “I want it so bad.” She pulls her fingers from her ass and licks them clean. “Please, please, please stick your cock in my ass.”
How can I resist such a request? A little smile passes over my face and I pull my cock from her pussy. I spit on her asshole and use the tip of my cock it to spread the spit around. Then I slide the tip of my cock into her asshole and lean back to let her work it deeper.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says as she slowly starts working her ass back and forth, my cock slipping deeper into her ass with every thrust. “That feels so fucking good.”
Pretty soon her asshole is loosened up enough that my entire cock is disappearing inside it. It’s a tight fit but not too tight, and my cock glides inside her smoothly, the effects of whatever lube she used before arriving.
She is facing forward again, her short hair more disheveled than ever. Her back is arches slightly and I can see the sharp lines of her collarbones as she works her body back into mine. For some unknown reason this turns me on to no end, so much so that I have to turn my attention back to the mirror to avoid from finishing. It’s strange, being able to see the front of her as I’m fucking her from behind. Her back is arched, showing off the hard nipples of her perfect little tits. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open. She’s breathing heavily but not making much noise.
She opens her eyes and sees that I’m watching her and smiles. The look on her face says that she thinks she’s in the driver’s seat again, giving it to me exactly how she wants to, at her pace. Enough of that shit.
I grab a handful of her hair and lean back, yanking her head back towards me. Her eyes widen in surprise and she lets out a little yelp. I pull back some more and arch her back even further adjusting the angle of her body and allowing me deeper access to her asshole.
I pound her ass, slamming my cock deeper inside her with every thrust, our bodies in perfect synch, her tiny ass bouncing against me, low grunts of pleasure escaping from her mouth.
Her asshole is tight but not too tight. It grabs lovingly on my cock as I fuck her, providing just enough pressure to keep things pleasurable without being restrictive.
“Give it to me,” she says, her voice low, demanding. “Fuck my ass like you mean it. Punish me. Make me your bitch.”
I let go of her hair but keep my hands on the back of her head and push down until her head is lying on the floor. Then I climb up from my knees and adjust my legs so they are on either side of her body, giving me even more leverage over here, allowing me to pound her ass like never before. My balls slap her pussy as I slam my cock balls deep into her gaping ass.
Her ass quivers with every thrust, her whole body absorbing the blows. She’s grunting in time with the thrusts and the sheer rawness of her voice is pushing me towards the edge.
“Right there,” she says, her voice a guttural growl. “Keep fucking me. Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass!”
And so I do, slamming my cock into her with everything I’ve got. Her breath starts coming faster, her moans growing more intense. She’s lost in her own world, swimming in whatever considerable pleasure she gets from getting aggressively fucked in the ass. But that’s fine with me. This is exactly what I needed tonight, to hammer on a tight, tiny little perfect ass, to revel in the unique physical pleasure of ass-fucking a nasty little anal whore into oblivion without having to worry about anything else.
I’m very close to the point of no return now. My thrusts become even more frenzied as I climb towards the edge of orgasm. And then I’m just seconds away.
I pull my cock out of her ass and scramble up closer to her head. I grab a handful of her hair and lift and spin her around until she’s on her knees and facing me. I stick my rock hard cock in her open mouth. She attacks my cock, sucking her ass juices off it, taking it all the way down her throat and gagging on it before popping it back out. She spits on my cock, jerks it off for a couple seconds while looking up at me, then goes back to sucking it, her hand working the shaft while her mouth works the tip.
My body tenses up and my hips thrust forward. An unintelligible sound escapes from my mouth and then I feel the jolt of electricity flowing up from my balls and towards the tip of my cock.
She sucks me off until the last possible moment, then pulls her lips from my cock just as I start to cum. She continues to jerk me off as I cum in spasms, the milky white liquid streaming from my cock in short bursts, splashing the mirror, covering her reflection.
She continues stroking my cock until I’m completely dry, then in classic escort fashion, climbs up, picks up her panties and dress from the floor, slips into them, grabs the money I’ve left sitting on the table, waves goodbye, and walks out the door.
Laughing, I head to the bathroom to grab a towel and clean up the mess I’ve left on the mirror. I’ve got no hard feelings. None whatsoever.
I know better than anyone that you get what you pay for. And that’s what I got. Hot, dirty, nasty anal sex with a whore who liked it in the ass. Nothing more, nothing less. Just like I wanted.
Until next time . . .
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THE FREAKY ADVENTURES OF A DEPRAVED BABE (PART 11)
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.
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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 means, 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.
Standing over him, taunting him, I stroke my artificial cock. I’m not going to lie, it feels good to have a cock in my hands. Even if it’s a fake one made out of latex. It’s hard to keep my hands off of it. I don’t know how guys don’t stroke it all day long.
“Do you see what I have for you today?” I ask, staring down at Mark.
“It’s fucking huge,” he says, his voice brimming with both fear and excitement.
“You’re damn right it is,” I say. “And you know why?”
Mark shakes his head.
“It’s because I had a bad fucking week and I need to take it out on someone,” I say. “And you’re the lucky winner.”
Bending down until our heads are on the same level, I grab ahold of his chin and squeeze tight. He winces just a bit.
“You see, Mark, today is all about torture and pain and making you squirm and whine and cry like a little bitch,” I say, my eyes locked on his. “I’m going to tear you open. I’m going to stick this huge cock deep inside your asshole until you feel it all the way in your fucking stomach.”
Mark swallows. His throat makes an audible click. From the look in his eyes he’s either truly scared or he’s a great actor. I’m thinking it’s a little bit of both.
I slap him in the face. He takes it like a man, hardly making any sound at all.
“Do you like that?” I ask.
He nods.
“Then I guess I’m not doing it hard enough,” I say.
I slap him again, harder this time.
Mark flinches but doesn’t cry out.
“What about now?” I ask. “Did that one hurt?”
“A little bit,” he says.
“Just a little bit? That’s all?”
Mark nods.
I slap him again. The sound echoes like a gunshot in the room.
This time he groans. His breath is growing more ragged and his cheeks are turning red.
“You felt that one, didn’t you?” I ask.
He nods.
I slap him again. And again. And again.
Mark’s entire face is bright red and his cheek is almost purple. Tears are leaking from his eyes and he’s breathing hard. Little mewling sounds escape from his throat.
Laughing, I grab a handful of his hair. “Open your fucking mouth,” I say.
He does as he’s told.
“That’s a good boy,” I say.
Then I shove my cock in his mouth.
“You like that don’t you,” I say as I pump Mark’s mouth with my strap-on. “You like having my fat cock down your fucking throat.”
His mouth is too full to answer but that’s no excuse.
I pull my cock out of his mouth and slap him again. “Answer me when I ask you a fucking question,” I say.
“I love sucking your cock,” Mark says.
“I don’t believe you,” I say. “Say it again. Like you mean it this time.”
“I love your fat cock down my throat,” he says. “Please give it to me again.”
“That’s more like it,” I say. He opens his mouth and I slip my cock back into it. I pump his face a few times then force him to deepthroat me.
Mark coughs and gags and tries to pull away. But I won’t let him go anywhere. I hold my cock in his throat for another five seconds before pulling it back out.
Coughing, he gasps for air.
“You’re a good little bitch aren’t you,” I say. It isn’t really a question but I know he’ll answer anyway.
Mark nods emphatically.
I give him a dirty look.
He gets the hint.
“I’m a good little bitch,” he says.
“That’s better,” I say. I slap him in the face with my cock. “Do you know where I’m going to put this?”
Mark nods but I continue on anyway.
“I’m going to put it in your tight little asshole,” I say. “I’m going to bend you over and stick this fucking cock in your ass. That’s what you want, right?”
He nods.
I glare at him.
“Yes please,” Mark says.
“Say it all,” I demand. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I want your fucking cock in my ass,” he says.
“I’ll bet you do,” I say. “But first you have to do something for me.”
“Anything,” he says.
I point at the carpeted floor. “Get on the ground,” I say. “On your back, your face towards the ceiling, legs together, hands at your side.”
Mark does as he’s told.
I step towards him, planting one foot on each side of his head. Then I squat down until my dripping wet pussy is hovering just above his mouth.
“Lick it,” I say.
His tongue shoots out and starts lapping at my pussy like a kitten drinking milk.
“T
hat’s right,” I say. “Stick that fucking tongue in my dirty little snatch.” I drop a little further down, giving him more of my pussy to work with. I spit on my strap-on and start working it with my hand, just for the hell of it.
Mark is a good little pussy licker, but he is way too gentle for my mood tonight. I need something more. So without saying a word, I drop all the way down to my knees and smother him with my pussy.
“There we go,” I say aloud. “That’s more like it.”
I grind on Mark’s face, forcing his tongue to go deeper and deeper inside of me. His hands come up as if to try and push me off of him. I grab his wrists and hold them on the floor.
“Just take it,” I say. “Take it like a man.”
I let go of his wrists and reach back and grab ahold of my ass cheeks, one in each hand. I spread my ass apart, opening myself up even further, and put all my weight on his face. I can feel him struggling for breath, which turns me on even more. I stay planted on his face for a few more seconds, then lean forward just enough to give him a chance to breathe.
After giving Mark a couple of seconds to get some air, I lean back into him. But this time, instead of smothering him, I ride his face, running my pussy back and forth along his tongue, bouncing my asshole against his nose.
I release my ass cheeks and again grab ahold of Mark’s arms and hold them at his side. Then I scoot my legs forward just a bit, until my ass is poised directly over his mouth. He gets the hint, sticking his tongue out and licking my asshole.
“That’s a good boy,” I say. “Stick that fucking tongue in my dirty shithole.”
He does as he is told, sliding it as far up into my asshole as he can.
“Goddammit that feels so fucking good,” I say.
I let go of Mark’s arms and lean back, putting my palms on the floor for support. Then I bounce on his face, forcing his tongue in and out of me with increased intensity. My breath is growing more ragged as I approach orgasm.
I bring one of my hands forward and stick two fingers inside my pussy. While Mark continues tonguing my asshole, I slam my fingers and out of myself, the dildo bouncing up and down on top of my arm.
