by Riley Haze
I shift my legs so my feet are once again on the floor, then rise up and turn my body around so I’m facing him, my pussy hovering directly above his face. I stick a third finger in my pussy and continue banging my snatch faster and faster as an orgasm washes over me.
“Holy fuck,” I groan as I cum, my juices streaming out of my pussy and onto his face. He opens his mouth to accept my offering.
“That’s right,” I say. “Drink it up you little bitch.”
Mark’s face is soaking wet. His eyes are wide and excited and he has a big smile on his face. His cock is sticking straight up, evidence that he’s enjoying himself.
“You like that, don’t you?” I say.
“I fucking love it,” he says.
“Yeah, it looks like it. Let’s see how you like this.”
I drop to my knees, straddling him, and sit down on his chest. I scoot forward until my cock is lying on top of his face. I smack him with it a couple of times, then slip it into his mouth.
Gripping Mark’s head with my hands, I fuck his face, hammering my cock in and out of his mouth as quickly as I can. His eyes are leaking tears and his face is red from exertion. He is gagging and saliva is dripping everywhere but I don’t let up, face-fucking him without mercy.
Staring down at him, my face inches from his, our eyes locked together, I say: “How about now? Are you enjoying yourself now?”
Mark’s mouth is too full to reply. But based on the hacking and coughing coming out of his mouth he isn’t having very much fun. But I am. In fact, I’m having the time of my life. I knew full well that if the roles were reversed, it would be quite a disturbing scene. And hell, maybe it still is. But I don’t give a shit. It’s not like Mark didn’t know what he was getting into tonight. He had plenty of chances to back out before now and he never took one. Plus, if his cock can be offered as evidence (and I don’t see any reason why it can’t) he is thoroughly enjoying this. Or at least, his body is.
Still, I want to use Mark for more things tonight, so I pull my cock out of his mouth and let him get some air. Not because I feel sorry for him, but because I don’t want to use him up too quickly.
Once he’s caught his breath, I fuck his face some more.
To his credit, he takes it like a man, not once backing out or trying to push me away. I know that on some level he enjoys this, no matter how extreme the indignities thrust upon him.
I pull my cock out of his mouth, turn around, and stick my ass in his face.
“See that?” I ask, fingering myself. “See how wet you’re making me?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says as best he can with my pussy attached to his face.
“Watching you choke and gag with my cock in your mouth like that, it makes my pussy so fucking wet.” I open up my pussy lips and push backwards until his mouth and nose are smashed up against my flesh.
“See how wet it is,” I ask “See how wet you make my pussy? Too bad you’re not going to get stick your dick in it.”
I give him a moment to catch his breath then back into him again, this time pressing my asshole up against his mouth.
“What really turns me on is watching you suffer,” I say. “And hearing you scream in pain. You do want to turn me on, right?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says, the words muffled by my ass.
“I know you do,” I say.
And to that end, I climb off him and grab a handful of his hair and pull him to his feet and lead him over to the dining room table, dragging him along by the hair. It’s time to take things to the next level.
Once we arrive at the dining room table I push him up against it, his cock hovering right above it and his ass to me.
“Bend over at the waist,” I tell him, pushing on his upper back.
He does so, his chest lying on the table.
I slap him on the ass.
“Legs straight,” I say. “No slacking.”
His legs straighten up.
Even with my platform heels on, Mark is a couple inches taller than me, but our hips are at basically the same level, which is all that really matters. Leaning over him, my head just to the side of his, my tits pressed up against his back, my strap-one lying on the crack of his ass, I whisper in his ear.
“Today I’m going make this ass mine,” I say. “I’m going to slap it until it’s bright red, then I’m going to fuck it until you beg me to stop. But even then I’m going to keep going, until I decide it’s time to quit. Got that?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says.
I grab a bottle of lube off the table and squirt it onto my strap-on. I take a moment to work it in, rubbing it all over my cock, then press the tip against his asshole. Mark takes a deep breath and holds it in preparation of penetration but I just hold the strap-on there, touching his asshole but not entering him, torturing him, taunting him with the expectation.
And then, just as he is forced to exhale, I slide my cock into his asshole. He grunts in discomfort as I force it halfway in and start pumping him. Looking down, I can see my cock sliding in and out of his asshole. It’s intoxicating and wonderful and it makes me feel powerful, especially with Mark sounding like a little bitch beneath me.
I give him my whole cock, making it disappear inside his asshole before sliding it halfway out and giving it to him balls deep again. His groans turn more guttural as his discomfort grows, which just makes me pummel his ass with more aggression.
His face is turned to the side, pressing against the table. His eyes are closed and he’s grimacing.
“That’s right,” I say. “Take it you little bitch. It makes my pussy drip and throb, using you like a worthless little piece of meat. I know you’re in pain. But you’re going to take it anyways because you don’t have a choice.”
I slap his ass hard enough to leave a palm-print, forcing a painful scream from his throat. But instead of slowing me down, this just turn me on and gets me more excited. I slap his ass repeatedly, his cries music to my ears as I continue pounding away at his asshole.
I slow things down for a moment, shoving the strap-on as far into his asshole as it will go and holding it there, deep inside him, as I lean over, my mouth mere inches from his face.
“I like it when you scream,” I say to him, using a playful, seductive voice. “Those are the sounds I want to hear. Those are the sounds that turn me on. Those are the sounds that make my pussy drip. Those are what satisfy me. Will you scream for me?”
“Yes, mistress.”
I slap his exposed cheek. He screams.
“Louder,” I say, slapping him again.
He screams again, louder this time. But still not loud enough.
“Louder!” I say, smacking him again. And again. And again, eliciting screams of pain from him every time.
“Not bad,” I say. “But I think you can do better.”
I grab his shoulders and lean back. Using his body as leverage, I pump him with more intensity than ever before, pulling his body back into my cock as I hammer away at him, hard enough to make the table scoot forward a couple inches with every thrust.
Mark is screaming louder than ever before, obviously in discomfort, if not outright pain.
I scream too, mocking him. The room is filled with the sounds of rough sex. It’s beautiful.
“What’s the matter?” I say, yelling to be heard over the sounds of his suffering. “You can’t take an ass pounding? How many girls have you fucked like this in your time? 100? 200? And you can’t even take a single ass pounding? You’re pathetic!”
I pull my dick out of his asshole and squat down a bit, lying my tits the top of his ass. “But I bet you can take a pair of tits rubbing on your ass,” I say. “You can’t take a cock in it but you can take my tits on it?”
Mark is too busy catching his breath to answer.
I slap his ass with both hands, so hard that the sound echoes about the room like a gunshot. He cries out in pain.
My tone indignant, I say, “I show you mercy on your ass, rubbing
my glorious tits on it, and you can’t even be bothered to thank me?”
“Thank you mistress,” he says, still breathing hard.
I slap his ass again. “What the fuck did you say? I can’t hear you.”
“Thank you mistress,” he says again, louder this time.
“Like you fucking mean it,” I say, this time smacking him on the back of the thighs.
He yelps in surprise and says it again, sounding more contrite than before.
“That’s a good boy,” I say. “Don’t forget your manners again.” I slap his ass one more time for fun and then slide my cock back into his asshole.
This time I start pounding away at him immediately, not even bothering to take it slow.
“I like watching my cock go in and out of you while you sit there and grunt like the little pig,” I say to him, still relentlessly hammering away at him. “You’re a worthless, useless, pathetic little fuck. You’re lucky to even be in my presence. You should be thanking me.”
“Thank you mistress,” he says.
“Again,” I say.
“Thank you mistress,” he says without pause.
“Louder,” I say.
“Thank you mistress,” he says again, louder this time.
Hearing him like this while I’m fucking his ass turns me on, which propels me to hammer him even harder, which in turn causes him to make even more noise.
“Don’t fucking stop saying thank you,” I say.
“Thank you mistress thank you mistress thank you mistress,” he says repeatedly while I continue pounding away at his ass.
I can totally see what men get out of this; the power is intoxicating. But most of my enjoyment is mental, and while it definitely turns me on to fuck Mark in the ass, I need some actual physical pleasure. So I slide my cock out of his asshole and tell him to lie back down on the floor.
As he gingerly makes his way to the ground I head back into the kitchen. I slip out of the strap-on and grab a different dildo, this one a couple inches longer and thicker than the one I just got finished fucking Mark with. It’s attached to a mask that looks a bit like a pair of small panties. Holding this in my hand I return to the living room.
Mark is on the ground, lying on his back. His cock is still hard, proof that he’s still enjoying himself. His eyes flash to the dildo apparatus in my hand but he doesn’t ask about it. Without making any mention of it, I spread his legs wide and squat down between them, his cock within a foot of my head.
“I’m guessing you really want to fuck me about now,” I say, flashing him a little half-smile.
“Yes, mistress,” he says. “Please let me fuck you, mistress.”
“You want to fuck me?” I ask, dropping my upper body down so my tits are touching the tip of his cock.
“Yes mistress,” he says, groaning.
“How bad do you want it?” I ask.
“Really bad mistress,” he says.
“Beg for it some more,” I say, staring right at him, thoroughly enjoying the control I have over him.
“Please mistress,” he says. “Please let me fuck you.”
“You really want to fuck me, don’t you? You really want to stick your cock inside of me, is that right?”
“Yes,” he says, growing more and more desperate.
“Yeah? How bad you want it?” I know I should just get on with it but this is too much fun.
“Very bad, mistress.”
“Beg me for it again,” I say as I start climbing onto his body. “I like to hear you beg for it.”
“Please mistress, please let me fuck you,” Mark says.
“Keep begging for it,” I say, nearly straddling him now. “If you want to stick your dick inside me you have to keep begging for it.”
“Please,” he says, his voice full of need. “I want to stick my cock in your beautiful pussy.”
“You want to fuck me? Is that what you want?” I’m completely on top of him now, one leg on either side of his body, my pussy sitting right on top of his cock, my tits pressing down on his chest, my face mere inches from his.
“Yes mistress,” he replies, allowing a little bit of excitement into his voice.
“Do you think you’re ready to fuck me? Do you think you’ve earned it?”
“Yes mistress,” Mark says.
I slap him in the face. He grunts more in surprise than in pain. I laugh.
“You’re not going to fuck me. You’re nowhere close to being worthy of fucking me.” I slap him again. “Besides, you don’t fuck me,” I say, grabbing him around the neck and lifting his head up. “I fuck you.”
I slip the dildo apparatus onto his head. It fits perfectly. The dildo is positioned just below his nose and sticking straight up. I continue climbing up his body until my knees are alongside his head. Then I sit down on the extreme upper portion of his chest, practically on his neck. He grunts as I put all my weight on him.
With my pussy right below his chin and my head directly above his face, I look down at him. “You can probably guess what’s going to happen now,” I say. “All I can tell you is if you do a good enough job, then maybe, maybe, I’ll allow you to cum before I kick you out of here tonight. Understand?”
Mark nods.
I smack his cheek again, just for fun. “That’s a good boy,” I say, climbing up so my pussy is straddling his face, hovering just above the dildo. Then I drop my pussy down onto it.
Squatting over him, I start bouncing up and down on his face, taking the dildo all the way down right from the get-go. The last twenty minutes have turned me on so much that I’m already more than halfway home to another orgasm.
I hammer my body down onto Mark’s face while he grunts beneath me from the force. The dildo is huge; it fills me up, pressing against the sides of my pussy, and against the back walls of my vagina at the bottom of every thrust.
Getting ever closer to cumming, I drop down onto my knees, straddling his face proper, and start slamming down onto him even harder. Gripping his hair with both my hands, I hold his head on the carpet and stare into his eyes while continuing to bounce on his face.
He’s grunting but not complaining in the least, not trying to squirm away, not doing anything that could jeopardize my orgasm. Because he’s being such a good boy I decide to give him the release he’s so long sought.
I slow down for a moment, releasing my hold on his hair and lifting my legs up just enough for me to spin on the dildo so I’m facing his lower half. His cock is as hard as ever, sticking straight up without any help.
Leaning over, I grab ahold of his cock and start to jerk him off while once again bouncing up and down on the dildo attached to his face. His legs are squirming and his entire body is shaking; I can tell he’s going to cum any second now. I’m almost there too, but not as close as he is.
“Don’t you dare cum before I do,” I say to him, jerking him off even faster, making it more difficult for him to follow my directions.
He makes a deep groaning sound beneath me. The sounds of his distress bring me that much closer to cumming. Just a few more seconds now.
But I’m not sure if he can hold out. His entire body is tense, like he’s flexing every muscle at the same time to keep from cumming.
“Just a five more seconds,” I say, riding his face even harder as my breath rate increases. Between groans I count them down. “Five. Four. Three. Two. One.”
I tense up for a moment then let out a little shriek as my body releases, my pussy squirting juices all over his face while he makes a guttural, animalistic sound beneath me. His legs quiver as his cock releases it’s bounty, shooting white sperm high up into the air. It splashes down on his chest and the floor around him, some of it getting on my arm. His cock spasms at least five times, sending ever decreasing amounts of his cum into the air every time, until finally it runs dry.
But still I continue jerking him off, fly hand flying up and down his cock while his body shimmies and shakes from the discomfort. Eventually he’s able to twi
st out of my grip, pulling the dildo from my pussy at the same time. Laughing, no longer playing the role of the dom, I roll off him and take a seat on the floor as he slips the dildo mask off his head.
“Well, what do you think?” I ask, looking at his red, sweaty face. His chest is heaving and his body is still shaking a little bit.
“I think you’re fucking awesome,” Mark says, looking over at me.
“It wasn’t too much?” I ask.
“Hell no,” he says, smiling profusely. “It was perfect.”
“I’m so glad to hear that,” I say. “I was starting to feel sorry for you there for a little while.”
“No need to,” he says. “I knew what I was getting into.”
“So you’ll let me do it to you again one of these days?”
“Let you?” Mark says. “Hell, I’ll be begging you to do this to me again.”
I lean over and give him a little kiss. “Ahh, you’re so sweet.” I climb to my feet. “Now let’s go hop in the shower and get cleaned up. Then we’ll go get something to eat. I figure after what I did for you tonight, the least you can do is buy me some dinner.”
“It would be my pleasure,” Mark says.
“I know it will,” I reply, holding out my hand. He takes it and I pull him to his feet. With my arm around his waist, we make our way to the bathroom to go get cleaned up.
Just another night in the life of a dirty little slut.
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PEGGED BY MY DEVIANT GIRLFRIEND
My girlfriend Tory and I are in our hotel room on the second night of our 3-night vacation in Phoenix, having just finished off a killer dinner followed by enough drinks to get me ready for what’s to come tonight.
Last night I agreed to let her fuck me in the ass with a dildo after some spirited anal play and tonight it’s time for me to pay the piper.
“Are you sure about this?” Tory asks, although we both know she’s just asking as a formality. There’s no turning back for me at this point. I gave her my word and we’re both sticklers about following up on what we say we’re going to do.
