“Oh, someone sure is sensitive,” he said with a chuckle before going back to teasing my throbbing nipple with his tongue. I batted his head playfully.
“I don’t exactly get serviced down there all that often.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
“Mine. I should have come with you, Dario. I know I should have.”
“You’re here now,” he whispered before kissing down my belly, planting a hot, hungry kiss on my belly button before descending to my pussy.
He began by kissing all around my sensitive thighs, my own sighs complementing the sucking slurps and puckering sounds of his kisses. I sighed in delight, my pussy aching to be touching and licked and kissed all over. This, this was something I had never experienced, even though my girlfriends in high school had raved about it. The boy who took my virginity back then hadn’t known what he was doing and seemed to think I should have been wracked with orgasmic delight just from his awkward pawing at my clitoris.
But Dario clearly knew what he was doing. He knew how to tease me, how to raise me up to levels of excitement and delicious frustration I had never experienced before. He kissed all the way down my inner thighs, suckling at the soft, needy skin, leaving little love bites in his wake as he moved back up towards my leaking pussy. God, but how I wanted to be a sinner. God, how I wanted his tongue on my pussy…
“Please…. Dario, please…” I moaned pathetically, reaching one hand to my tits to grip my hard nipples and pressing the other down on his head, moving him closer and closer to my aching hole.
“Please what?”
Oh, god, he was going to make me say it. That asshole. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, a grin that made me want him even more, just as much as it made me hate him and want to slap it off his face.
“Lick me,” I murmured, my cheeks burning with shame, with embarrassment, as much as they burnt with the fires of my inner burning and unquenched lust. “Please. Lick me.”
“What was that?” he asked, looking up, a bemused expression on his face. That shit-eating grin. God, but I felt so fucking conflicted about it. “I didn’t quite hear you. Could you repeat that? And enunciate, please.”
I scowled in mock frustration and in very real desire. I couldn’t believe he was going to make me say it. God, but this was such a change from the convent…
How had my life turned out this way? I couldn’t stop and reflect on it right now, though. My pussy was leaking hungrily and I needed relief, no matter what I had to do to get it…
“Lick me!” I growled, sounding more like a wolf or a jackal in heat than a girl. “Fucking eat me out!”
He grinned. I hated him and I loved him in that moment.
“That’s a good girl. I like a dirty nun.”
And now, he was licking me! He dipped his tongue into my aching wetness, slurping up, up, up from my wet hole to my clit. My clit throbbed for him as his tongue swirled around it. I sighed, groaning in delight as he set off waves of pleasure, explosions of ecstasy in my belly. He slid a finger inside of me, making a “come hither” motion that rubbed deliciously against the walls of my pussy as he licked my clit, slurping noisily and happily, like a dog drinking water after running around and playing all day.
“Oh, god, please, more, more, more!” I moaned, my hands gripping his hair tightly, my whimpers only growing louder and more needy as he slurped away. This was almost too much for me. I felt like I might lose my mind before long. It was just too good!
I remembered the first time I had touched myself as a kid, how delicious and naughty and erotic the sensations had been. This felt exactly the same, somehow. I felt the same passionate, powerful sense of discovery, a kind of transgression that I was committing. I knew full well that I shouldn’t be doing what I was doing but would I let it stop me? Of course not...
Finally, I felt myself growing close. My end, my orgasm—that most delicious of pleasant and warm explosions—began by growing deep in my belly, welling up as it swelled within me. I was going to cum and I wanted to cum hard for him.
I wanted to cum harder than I ever had in my life. I wanted to feel this more than I had ever felt anything ever before.
“Oh, god, Dario, I’m cumming!” I moaned as I went over the edge, squealing and screaming, pressing his face into my hot, aching pussy as I exploded in pleasure. He dutifully slurped my juices up as my body convulsed, my hips bucking and throbbing hungrily under his mouth.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered as I came down from my orgasm. “That’s a good nun.”
Now, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees.
I felt his cock pressing into me from behind. I braced myself but nothing could have prepared me for the hot delight that accompanied the penetration.
I gasped. It had only been six weeks since we had last been together, since he had last been inside of me, but it felt like a lifetime. I moaned and gripped my own tits as he drove himself deep into me.
“Fuck, you still feel like a virgin,” he moaned as he buried himself inside of me, up to the hilt.
“This is only my third time having sex,” I reminded him, whimpering as I felt my pussy tighten around him, massaging his cock, massaging his hard, throbbing shaft. I shuddered as he speared me, as his cock disappeared into my body, my tight hole engulfing him and slathering his shaft with my wetness.
Now he began to ride me hard, pounding me, slamming his cock into me.
The sex was rough and passionate. He bit me hard, sinking his teeth into my aching flesh as he took me from behind.
I gasped, shuddering in delight and pain. I loved the feeling of his teeth, his sharp fangs, sinking into my flesh, as if we were both dogs, both common street mongrels, and he was taking me, taking me like a bitch, making me his bitch.
I whimpered and threw my head back in pleasure and pain as he pumped me and as he suckled at the ever-so-slightly bleeding spot on the back of my shoulder where he had dug his teeth into my flesh.
I felt so naughty, like a common street whore… And I loved it. I loved the feeling of being taken from behind. And he only made me feel naughtier with his whispering.
“That’s it, Imani. You’re a good little sister. You love to get fucked now, don’t you?” he hiss in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe as his cock probed my wet, throbbing depths. “You’re going to be my bad girl from now on, aren’t you?”
I whimpered and could only nod, yes, yes, yes. I wanted to be a bad girl. I wanted to be his bad girl.
He slapped my ass hard as he pounded my young, mostly unused pussy, and I yelped in pain and delight.
Pain and pleasure in equal measure was not something I was used to but I decided immediately that I liked it.
“That’s it,” I whined. “I’m your bad girl. Spank me.”
“What was that?” he asked teasingly, sliding his hand over my throbbing ass.
“Spank me!” I screamed, loud enough, probably, that the other guests in the motel could hear me.
But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything in the world except Dario and what he was doing to me: how he was fucking me, how he was spanking me, how he was making me his.
I groaned and yelped and squealed as he laid into me, spanking my soft ass, leaving deliciously throbbing red welts in the shape of his hand.
Each time he spanked me, my pussy throbbed around his cock. I groaned with delight and moaned harder and harder, finding myself getting closer and closer to my end.
“Fuck,” Dario murmured. I could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of me. It looked like I wasn’t the only one getting close.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I moaned along with him as I felt myself begin to cum, my hips bucking against his, trying to milk his cock as I came, trying to take him deeper and deeper inside of me.
Finally, I felt his own cock start to cum, start to pulse inside of me. He swelled and expanded inside of my tightness, my wet core trying its best to suck down his cum as it spilled out of his cock.
I felt like he was injecting me with his seed and I could only moan, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks and allow his cock to invade me even more deeply, delivering his seed even deeper into my womb, into my wet depths.
Finally, he pulled out of me with an audible pop. I sighed and collapsed on the bed, cum dribbling out of my pussy. He collapsed next to me.
He reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and lit up, even though the sign on our room’s wall clearly prohibited smoking.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, cuddling close to him. I nuzzled my face into the crook of him arm as he took long, slow drags on his cigarette. “You weren’t really going to shoot me?”
“I thought about it,” Dario said casually. I gave him a look of horror and he chuckled softly. “No, no, I wasn’t. I’m kidding. Chill out.”
He handed the cigarette to me and I took a long drag took. It had been years since I’d had a cigarette and I coughed, choking on the hot smoke gagging my throat.
“It’s an acquired taste, sister,” Dario said with a soft laugh.
We kissed again and he let the smoke from his mouth drift into mine.
It was then that we heard something outside. Dario’s left eyebrow drifted up and we both looked at the door. We heard voices outside.
“It’s probably nothing,” Dario muttered. “But still…” He clicked the lights off and the motel room was plunged into darkness.
Then, we heard someone tinkering with the door.
“Shit,” grunted Dario. “The gun. Where did you put the gun?”
“Fuck, I don’t remember…” I whispered back, panicking. “On the floor somewhere. I don’t remember.”
“We gotta’ find it.”
I rolled off the bed and started looking around frantically in the dark, my fingers scraping through the cheap carpet as I hunted for the pistol.
Suddenly, the door burst open. There was a second of stillness as the light from the parking lot outside spilled into the room. Dario immediately rolled off the bed, landing beside me.
And it was good that he did, because moments later, gunfire filled the room.
“Shit!” Dario yelled. “Imani, the gun!”
Finally, I found it. My fingers closed around the hard metal stock. I picked it up, savoring its weight in my hand. It somehow felt… Natural. Without thinking, I leveled the barrel of the gun directly at the door to the motel.
There was a pause in the gunfire—the intruders must have stopped to reload. I unleashed hell, squeezing the trigger over and over again, not really aiming at anything but just trying to spray as much gunfire at our attackers as possible. I squeezed my eyes shut, said a silent prayer, and the gun jerked in my hands.
When I opened my eyes, our attackers lay in a bloody heap in the doorway. Dario clicked on the lights once more and a grisly scene greeted our eyes. I let out a strangled cry and looked away.
“That was some good shooting, sister,” Dario muttered, leaping over the bed and grabbing his pants. They were on in a second and before he even bothered to tighten his belt, he was combing through the bodies, picking guns, knives, and ammo off the corpses. “I knew I liked you.”
“I… I just killed someone.”
“Three someones, actually. Including the assholes who shot me last week so, thanks for that.”
My trembling hands dropped the gun. Dario came over, picked it up, and stuck it back in my hands.
“Get dressed,” he ordered. “We have to be gone about thirty seconds ago, sister. They’ll have called the cops by now and we have to be on the road.”
I nodded, totally numb. I pulled on my clothes, stored the gun in my day bag, and pulled my shoes on while Dario dug through a bag brought by the other bikers.
“Here we go,” he mumbled. “This is what I’m talking about.”
It was a can of red spray paint. He stood on the bed and sprayed the words “THE DAMNED” on the wall of our room.
“So they know who did it. The Damned will rise again, starting here, starting now,” he declared. Shivers went down my spine. Even though Dario’s pants were still unbuckled, he looked like a real leader in that moment, as though he were a general addressing his troops.
We high-tailed it out of the motel and into the parking lot. The three bikes that had belonged to the dead men sat, still warm, parked next to Dario’s.
“I wish we could steal one of these for you,” he said, tossing me my helmet. “But you’ll have to learn to ride first before you can steal a bike.”
“Learn to ride?” I asked, my eyes wide. Dario laughed.
“Yeah, of course. You’re one of us now. You’re not a liability anymore because you killed the only suckers who saw us together. You’re stone cold, sister, and they’re going to want you in the club.”
My chest seemed to fill with delight. I had butterflies in my stomach. This felt so right. This felt like a place I could belong. A place with Dario. A place where we could be free together.
“That’s right, honey,” Dario said, climbing atop his bike and revving it to life. He looked back at me, a grin peaking out from under his helmet. “Whether you like it or not, you’re one of the Damned now.”
With that, I climbed onto his bike with him. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, my hands right where he had been wounded not too long ago. With sirens in the distance, we took off, charging down the street and onto the highway, into our shared future.
On the Run
Another dingy, broken down motel in the outskirts of the city. Dario cracked the door open and led me in, his fingers all but trembling with desire. He wanted me. I could tell from the feel of his skin on mine…
How far had I fallen? Oh, god, how far…
I felt like one of Lucifer’s angels, fallen and cast out of heaven for sinning. What was that old line in Milton? Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven? Paradise lost but a paradise found in Dario’s muscular arms…
He slammed the door closed. Spun and drew me into his arms.
“I want you right now…” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. I blushed.
“Then you can have me,” I whispered, teasingly, coquettishly.
I wore a leather jacket now, the kind that Dario and his gang wore. Beneath that, a simple tight white t-shirt, no bra—my nipples stood out proudly as he tore it off, leaving me wearing just the jacket and nothing else. He gripped my pretty tits hard, touching them like no man had for years, fondling them roughly.
I loved this rough man-handling. Maybe it was something I would have grown out of, had I not spent so many of my youthful years in a convent, but now, it was delicious. It made me feel so wanted, so desired… I felt like a teenager all over again, his hands pawing at my flesh, twisting and teasing and tugging, delighting in the feel of my skin on his hands.
I sighed and whimpered, giving him my breasts, feeling like a sacrifice laid out before a pagan god, my pink little nipples ready to be defiled before the barbaric idol.
“On your knees,” he ordered. I obeyed without even batting an eye. I was excited to see what he had in store for me…
And I knew it was in his pants.
The Pagan Altar
I unbuckled his jeans with desperate, trembling fingers.
Even though it had only been a few hours since I had had him in my mouth, I ached to taste his cock once more. I could feel his hardness, his throbbing manhood, pressing out of his pants.
“I want you…” I murmured huskily, echoing his announcement from before.
“Then you can have me…” he replied teasingly. He ran his hand through my hair as I all but tore his thick cock out of his pants. It stood proudly, like a soldier saluting a general before marching courageously out onto the field of battle. I was knelt before him, inhaling his musky scent and letting my warm breath wash over his cock. He sighed, groaning and grunting in delight.
He gripped my hair hard and I gasped as he guided me onto his cock. He was going to use my mouth like his toy
, fucking it, sliding it slowly along his cock, grunting as he used me. I loved this. I loved the feeling of being used, of being reduced to nothing but an object… Maybe it was before I had never felt it before, or maybe it was because there was a unique and profound pleasure in submitting to a powerful man, to an alpha male, feeling him dominate you and use you for his pleasure and in return, knowing he would take care of you… It was perverse but I could not deny that I felt it and that I felt it hard.
Dario drove his cock deeper and deeper down my throat, till it hit the back, before shifting and guiding it further.
My eyes widened as I struggled to deep throat him, and I found myself starting to gag… All the more so as he, while gripping my hair so tight and hard that I thought it might tear our, began to force my head back and forth along his cock, slurping and slobbering hungrily as I went. I felt so humiliated and dominated; it was delicious.
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