“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? 34? 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 twist 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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DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 44
I had just parked my car and was on my way down the hallway towards my apartment when I saw Eric coming my way. He had a load of laundry in his hands, blocking his upper body from view, but his gym shorts showed off his incredible, muscular legs.
I found myself staring—as I always did whenever I saw him—at his gorgeous, sharply-lined face with his seemingly permanent two-day old stubble and dark hair and killer body. And, as always, he just gave me a wry smile in return.
But then he seemed to sense something, which wasn’t a surprise, based on my mood. I was coming off an extremely shitty first date, even by my standards, which were extremely low after more than a year of constant relationship disappointments.
“Is everything okay?” Eric asked, clearly concerned.
Trying to play it off, I nodded.
He just laughed. Not in a mean way, but like he wasn’t fooled. “Don’t give me that crap,” he said. “What’s the matter.”
“Oh, just guy problems,” I said, waving my hand, pretending like it was no big deal.
“Yeah, pretty much every one I know is a real asshole,” Eric said.
“Tell me about it,” I said.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
“No,” I said, shaking my head, even though I really did. I felt like having a few drinks and just spilling my guts, bitching and complaining about everything. I just wanted to vent. But I didn’t know Eric well enough to feel comfortable doing that to him.
“Bullshit,” he said. “You’re a bad liar.”
I laughed softly and gave him an aw-shucks shrug. “You’ve got me there.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Eric said. “Take half an hour to get yourself together, and then I’ll come over. We’ll have a few drinks and you can let off some steam. Tell me whatever you want. I’m a surprisingly good listener.”
“I don’t know . . .” I said, letting it hang out there, just wanting to make sure he really meant it.
“Yes you do,” he said. “Stop playing so hard to get. You’ll feel better after you vent. I always do.”
I gave him a little smile and nodded my head. “Okay. You win.”
“Cool,” he said returning my smile. “Then I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”
“Okay,” I said, staring into his big blue eyes. He really was a great looking man. Too bad he was gay.
Eric turned and started down the hall, only to stop after a few paces. “Oh, and what kind of wine to you prefer? Red or white?”
“Red all the way.”
“Me too,” he said, his smile growing a little wider as he turned to walked away.
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Eric arrived precisely on time. He brought two bottles of wine. Damn good wine, too. One bottle of Napa Valley Silver Oak and one bottle of Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap.
The Silver Oak had been breathing for half an hour, so we dipped into that first.
“This is amazing,” I said. “You sure have good taste in wines.”
“It’s a bit of a hobby of mine,” he said, taking a sip himself.
Again I thought to myself how much of a shame it was that he was gay.
We dusted off the first bottle in fifteen minutes, making small talk the whole time. It was only after we were halfway through the second bottle that I was ready to get down to business.
I turned to him and said, “Do you really want to know what’s going on?”
“Absolutely,” he replied.
“Okay,” I said. “But I’m not going to hold back, okay? If I’m going to vent I need to do it properly. Without any restraint.”
“That’s that whole point,” Eric said, pouring me another glass of Cask 23. “Say whatever you need to. I can handle it.”
I took a long drink and readied myself to bare my soul this man I’d only known for less than an hour. Strangely, it didn’t seem awkward at all. Whether or not that was because of the wine or not, I wasn’t sure. But it didn’t really matter in the long run anyway. What was important was that I was comfortable around him.
“Okay,” I said. “So here it is. I’ve spent years looking for a man that can give me what I need without any hint of success.”
“And what is it, exactly, that you need?” Eric asked.
“Well, sometimes it’s just a good, hard pounding,” I said. “Sometimes it’s more.”
“How much more?”
“It all depends on the day,” I replied, “Some days I like it rough. Other days gentle. Sometimes I like to be in charge, other times the submissive. What I really need is someone who likes to get freaky in all sorts of ways. Someone who like to fuck as much as I do, and who won’t get all weirded out if things start to get extreme.”
“Do you mind if I speak openly?” Eric asked.
“Please do,” I said.
“Well, forgive me if this is a little sudden, especially considering we’ve only just gotten to know each other, but if you really mean what you just said, then I’d like to offer up my services.”
“You?” I said, shocked.
“Yeah,” Eric replied. “Why not?”
“But I thought . . . I’d heard you were—”
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I nodded.
“Nah, I’m straight as a two-by-four. And about the same size down there, too.”
“Noooo,” I said, drawing out the word. I wasn’t sure what I was more surprised to hear, that Eric was straight or that he was packing heat down below.
“Yep,” he said. “Despite what everyone around here thinks, I’m completely, one hundred percent into women.” He leaned in as though sharing a secret. Talking softly, almost in a whisper, he said: “Although I’m not ashamed to admit that I don’t mind having my asshole played with every once in a while, if the woman is into that sort of thing.”
My excitement was only matched by my exasperation. For more than six months, here I was, living across the hall from a super hot, mega-cool, incredibly sexy twenty-five year old man who’d I’d never made a pass at because I thought he was gay. But he was straight. And apparently was into the same kind of freaky stuff I was. I didn’t know whether to be happy about what was (hopefully) to come or annoyed that I’d wasted the last six months of opportunity because of some stupid rumor I’d heard.
“So what do you say?” Eric asked.
I shook my head to help myself refocus. “I say we give it a shot, see how it goes,” I replied, trying to keep my cool, barely able to hide my excitement.
“How about if I get things started,” he said.
“Be my guest,” I replied.
Smiling, Eric set his wine glass down, then climbed off the couch, spread my legs apart, stepped in between them, and dropped to his knees, his face at the same level as my already soaking wet pussy.
His gentle hands slid up the inside of my legs, causing them to tingle. I let out a little gasp of pleasure and tried to maintain my composure. I reached for my wine and finished off the last of it while Eric undid the button on my pants, then the zipper, then hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled them off, panties and all.
“Oh my,” I said, my hormones raging. “You certainly don’t waste any time, do you?”
Instead of answering with words, Eric spread my legs even further, and buried his face in my pussy.
I let out a little gasp as he went to work, licking and tonguing my snatch with a practiced touch, not taking his time at all, just going to town.
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