Perverse Fantasies

by Evan Harder

  “Is that how they do it in the movies you like to watch?” she asked while jerking me off. She knew damn well that they did but liked to taunt me about it just the same.

  “You do it better,” I said.

  “You’re damn right I do,” she replied. She spit on my cock and jerked it some more, then slid back a little bit and dropped her head down and sucked on my balls. “What about this?” she said after popping them out of her mouth. “They do this too, don’t they?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  She grabbed my legs and pulled on them, sliding me further down the couch so my ass was hanging off the end of it. She grabbed my legs and spread them apart, then pushed them back, exposing my asshole, which she proceeded to lick. I shuddered and took a deep breath.

  “And this?” she said after tonguing my asshole for a few seconds. “This too?”

  “Sometimes,” I said hoarsely. “But only in the really nasty ones.”

  “But those are the ones you like, right? The nastier the better?”

  I nodded and tried to swallow but my throat was too dry and there was just a soft click. It was taking everything I had to keep from cumming all over her face.

  She smiled and went back to work on my asshole, licking it, sticking her tongue in it, running her tongue up my taint to the bottom of my balls, sucking on them for a bit, then running her tongue back down to my asshole.

  “What I don’t understand,” she said nonchalantly as she spit on my cock and stroked it some more. “Is why you watch those when you could have the real thing?”

  “I thought you were asleep.”

  “So you said. But you know what? I’m awake now.”

  “Yes you are,” I said, climbing to my feet. “And I’m going to fuck the shit outta you, just like they do in those movies I like.”

  “Promises, promises,” she said.

  I picked her up and spun her around and dropped her on the couch, doggy-style, her arms gripping the back of the couch, her back arched, her tight little ass sticking up in the air, spread perfectly, just waiting for me. I got down on my knees and sidled up to her. But I didn’t stick my cock inside her. Now that I was in control, I was going to make her suffer, just as she had made me. Besides, I had to give myself a couple minutes to calm down. If I stuck my cock in her now, I’d cum within seconds. And neither of us wanted that.

  I grabbed both of her ass cheeks, one in each hand, and spread her ass apart, then buried my face in between her cheeks. I went to work on her pussy, my tongue running up and down and inside it, my nose pressing up against her perfect little pink asshole. I pulled my tongue from her pussy and ran it up to her asshole and started licking it too.

  “That’s right,” Vicki said, her moans growing more intense with every second. “Lick that fucking asshole. Get in there. Taste it. Love it. Worship it.”

  Her nasty talk just turned me on further. I went after it with more intensity, running my tongue from her pussy to the asshole, up and down, over and over again, then finally concentrating on her asshole, licking it, sucking on it, sticking my tongue inside it. She was bouncing now against my face, totally absorbed in the moment, her moans turning to guttural groans as my rigid tongue went deeper and deeper inside her asshole.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I spread her ass cheeks with my hands, opening her up further, giving me even deeper access to her asshole. She was on the verge of orgasm, right on the edge. I brought my hand forward and started working her pussy with my fingers while continuing to tongue her asshole.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum, holy shit I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  Vicki shuddered beneath me, her pussy convulsing, drenching my fingers with her wetness.

  “Give me your cock,” she begged, looking back at me. “I want you inside of me.”

  “Shut up,” I said, grabbing her hair and pulling her head towards me until our faces were inches from each other. “You’ll get my cock when I decide to give it to you, not before. Understand?”

  She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

  “Say it,” I said, returning her favor from earlier.

  “I understand.”

  I gave her the same look she had given me earlier; head tilted sideways, narrowed eyes, a little scowl on my lips.

  “I understand, master,” she said.

  “That’s better,” I said, slapping her ass.

  She yelped in pleasurable pain.

  “Oh you like, that, do you?”

  She nodded as best she could with my hand still gripping her hair.

  I slapped her ass again, harder this time.

  Again, she yelped.

  I slapped her again, and again, and again, until her ass was red.

  With every slap she yelped a little louder until finally her legs shimmied and shook and she moaned in near-orgasm.

  Smiling, I released her hair and her head flopped back down onto the couch. I spread her cheeks again, revealing her little pink asshole. I spit on it. Then I took my thumb and started rubbing the outside of it, varying the pressure, making her squeal. I stuck my thumb into her asshole and started working it around, spitting on it again, working my thumb deeper and deeper, to the first knuckle then all the way down until it had completely disappeared.

  Vicki was working her ass, moving it against my hand, her moans growing ever more intense.

  “Do you want my cock?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes master,” she said. “Please give me your cock. I need it.”

  With my thumb still planted in her ass I stood up and stuck my cock in her pussy.

  “Holy fuck,” she moaned, starting to move slowly against me.

  I knew I didn’t have much time before I was going to explode, so I started pounding away right from the get-go, slamming up my cock into her pussy while my thumb worked her asshole.

  “Fuck me with that big cock of yours,” Vicki said. “Give it to me like the little slut that I am. Like I deserve to be fucked.”

  As always, her talk just spurned me on further. I pummeled her relentlessly, her little ass slapping up against my hips with every thrust, practically lifting her off the couch every time I bottomed out.

  “Is that all you got?” she said. “Come on, fuck me like you mean it. Punish me. Punish me!”

  I pulled my thumb from her ass and used both hands to grab ahold of her hair. I yanked back on her head, pulling it towards me, forcing her to arch her back, giving me more leverage to pound her. I went after her with everything I had, hammering away while Vicki shrieked in delight.

  I let go of her hair with one of my hands and started spanking her ass, just like in the movie.

  “Yes, yes, yes, that’s right,” Vicki said. “Slap my ass. Treat me like a whore. Treat me like a dirty little whore.”

  Her talk brought me right to the edge. But before I came, I wanted to do one last thing. So I let go of her hair and pushed on her shoulders, forcing them down so her face was lying on the couch. With her head down and her ass up, her perfect little butthole was staring me right in the face, gaping slightly from the thumb reaming I’d given it earlier, beckoning me, begging me to fuck it. But it was too late.

  Just thinking about fucking Vicki in the ass took me over the edge. It happened more quickly than usual; I didn’t even have time to warm Vicki that I was cumming. Before I knew what was happening I’d pulled my cock out of her and was spraying my seed all over her back in white, ropy bursts. Even though it was my fifth time on the night, it was still an impressive load, just as large as my first one had been. Whether that was a function of the Viagra or just being drunk with my hot and nasty-as-hell girlfriend in a kick-ass suite in Vegas I didn’t know, but I decided I was going to find out.

  After using the bathrobe to clean Vicki off, we both trundled back up the stairs and crashed into bed.

  “Well, that was quite a day,” she said, th
e disappointment clear in her voice. “Too bad we have to take off tomorrow.”

  “Says who?”

  She turned towards me. “I thought you said we were only staying for the night.”

  “That was the plan,” I said. “But there’s nothing that says we have to stick to it.”

  “Really? We can stay?”

  “Sure. Why not? It’s not like we have anything we have to get home to. A couple more nights here isn’t going to hurt us.”

  “I don’t know about that,” Vicki said. “If the other two nights are anything like this one was, I may not be able to walk for a week.”

  “We can always take it easier the next couple of nights,” I said. “Mellow things out a bit.”

  “Fuck that,” she replied, her face beaming. “If we’re going to stay, we’re going to do it right. In fact, I have a feeling when we look back on this trip, tonight is going to be the least memorable night of the three.”

  “You promise?”

  “With all my heart.”

  “Then we’d better get some sleep,” I said. “It sounds like we’re going to have long couple of nights ahead of us.”

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  PUNISHING THE INCREDIBLY FILTHY 19-YEAR OLD SLUT

  I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Amber. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.

  “Hey Amber, what’s up?” I said.

  “Are you busy?” she replied.

  “Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”

  “Do you have a problem bailing on them?”

  I laughed. Amber wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 19-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.

  “Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.

  “Well, let’s just put it this way,” Amber said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”

  “I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Amber was. It simply wasn’t possible.

  #

  I showed up at Amber’s door half an hour later.

  “It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Amber it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.

  “Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.

  “Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties, and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Amber was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.

  I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.

  “So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.

  She nodded.

  “What did you do this time?” I asked.

  “I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”

  I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Amber it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.

  “Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.

  “What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 19-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Amber scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”

  I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Amber couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted. She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.

  “So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.

  “No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”

  “Fine,” Amber said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.

  “That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”

  She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.

  “So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”

  She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into character.

  “Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.

  Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”

  “You think so, huh?”

  She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”

  “You’re sure about that?”

  “Positive.”

  “Then it looks like we have an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishment begin.”

  I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her against it.

  “Oh so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” she said.

  “That’s right,” I replied, my mouth turned up in an evil smile.

  “I hope you’re not expecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic little girl,” she said.

/>   “Of course not,” I replied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiant little self.”

  “Well don’t worry about that,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the real me.”

  “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

  I squeezed my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes locked together, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red from lack of oxygen.

  But Amber didn’t fight back. She just stood there and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling me my actions had no effect on her.

  Unfortunately for her, although her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sag as it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously in distress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that I released her throat.

  Her eyes immediately opened wide and her chest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant as always, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.

  “Is that all you got?” she said.

  “As a matter of fact, it’s not,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”

  “Then let’s get on with it,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”

  “If you insist,” I said. Then I slapped her across the face.

  She gasped and her eyes opened wide in shock before she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased with myself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.

  “Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.

  “Only because it was a cheap shot,” she said.