by Nikki Sins
“Say it,” she said again, more impatiently this time.
“Yes,” Andy replied.
“Tell me what you want,” Belinda said.
Andy was buzzing pretty hard from the Jack Daniels but not quite hard enough to completely get over his discomfort. So he reached for the bottle and took another swig from it. Even though he knew it wouldn’t effect him immediately, just the idea that in a few more minutes he’d be drunk enough to no longer care what came out of his mouth gave him enough courage to say the words.
“I want you to deepthroat me,” he said. But apparently it wasn’t forceful enough for Belinda.
“Not very convincing,” she said.
Andy took another swig of Jack. “I want you to take my fucking cock all the way down your throat.”
“Close,” she said, the psychotic look in her eyes now having spread to the corner of her mouth. “One more time and I might actually believe you.”
Fuck it, Andy thought. No reason to hold back now.
One more swig of Jack, then, “Choke on my cock you fucking slut.”
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Belinda said, smiling like a demon.
She slapped his cock against her face a couple of times then went back to blowing him, her lips moving up and down his shaft in time with her hand, sucking and jerking in unison with each other, choking noises coming from her mouth as she took his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. And then her hands were again gripping his ass cheeks and his cock had again completely disappeared.
“Ho-ly shit,” Andy said as Belinda held his cock in her throat for what felt like an eternity.
Her tongue flicked out and licked his balls and her eyes started to leak tears, causing her mascara to run. She gagged once, then twice, before finally pulling off his cock.
Belinda took a couple of deep, coughing breaths then spit on his cock and started jerking it some more. Copious amounts of saliva covered Andy’s cock, making it slippery as hell.
She shifted positions, sliding her body further beneath his, until he was practically straddling her face. She held his cock against his stomach with one hand while cupping his sack with her other, trapping them in a tight, little pouch. She then proceeded to go to work on his balls, licking, sucking, gargling them, one, then the other, and finally both together.
The pressure was practically unbearable. Andy’s legs were jelly, forcing him to grab ahold of the counter top with both hands to keep from crumbling to the ground.
And then, right when Andy thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Belinda was climbing to her feet. She put her hands on the counter and bent over at the waist, her legs perfectly straight, muscles taut, her tight little ass sticking out towards him, taunting Andy with its perfection. She reached back and lifted the bottom of her dress up, revealing a black g-string, which she promptly wiggled out of. As Andy watched, transfixed, it dropped to the floor. Belinda stepped out of it, her heels clicking on the hard kitchen tiles.
“Well?” she said, her head turned to look back at him. “What are you waiting for? Time to return the favor.”
Smiling, Andy sat on the floor, grabbed one of Belinda’s ass cheeks in each hand, spread them apart, and buried his face in between them.
“That’s right,” she said, pushing back against him and wiggling her ass. “Get in there. Bury your face in my pussy.”
Andy went to work on Belinda’s pussy, lapping at it like a cat drinking milk, running his tongue up and down her snatch, sucking on her pussy lips, sticking his rigid tongue inside her. She started to ride his tongue, lightly at first but then picking up more speed, her moans growing louder with every bounce.
Reaching back, Belinda grabbed a handful of Andy’s hair and pulled his face deeper into her, practically smothering him, forcing him to breath her into his lungs. He did so with pleasure, relishing in the helplessness, getting lost with desire as her wet, musky sweetness intoxicated him further.
Then she was pulling his hair, lifting him up from the ground.
“I need you inside me,” she said, looking back at Andy while she rubbed her ass against his rock-hard cock. “I need you to stick that fucking cock inside me and fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”
Wasting no time, Andy did as he was told, his cock sliding into Belinda’s soaking wet pussy with no resistance whatsoever. The moment he got it inside she slammed her ass back into him, causing him to lose his balance and nearly knocking him off his feet.
“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” he said, grabbing her around the hips and leaning forward to better balance himself against her thrusts.
“You’re damn right,” Belinda said, pushing against the counter with her hands to provide more leverage. “Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it.”
She slammed back into Andy again, but this time he was prepared for it, and drove his cock into her at the same time.
“There you go,” she said, slamming back into him again. “There’s some hope for you after all.”
Laughing softly, not used to having his sexual prowess questioned and not really liking it, Andy decided to take more control of the situation. If Belinda wanted it hard, he’d give her all she could handle.
He grabbed the back of her shoulders, pulling her back towards him with every thrust. It took them a few pumps to get their timing down, but pretty soon their bodies were pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh, Belinda’s upper half bent over the counter, her ass slamming repeatedly back against Andy’s hips, her hair flying everywhere, Andy’s cock going in and out of her pussy in long, aggressive strokes. Grunts of exertion came from both their mouths, filling the empty apartment with the sounds of raw, animalistic sex.
“Fuck yeah,” Belinda said. “That’s what I need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am. Slam that cock into my pussy. Punish me. Make me pay!”
She threw her right leg up on the counter, opening herself up even more to him. And Andy took advantage, shifting his body to give her every inch of his cock. His left hand drifted up and grabbed ahold of her hair and yanked her head back, eliciting a sharp yelp from her throat as she arched her back to alleviate the pressure.
“You like that?” Andy said, the effects of the alcohol combining with the oblivion of sex to completely obliterate his inhibitions. “You like it when I pull your hair?”
“I love it,” Belinda moaned, her voice a guttural growl.
Andy spanked her ass. “What about that?” he asked, still fucking her like a madman all the while. “You like that too?”
“Yes.”
He spanked it again, harder this time. “What? I can’t hear you.”
“Yes!” she screamed.
He spanked her ass again, even harder this time. It sounded like a gunshot in the small kitchen. Slap!
“Louder,” he said.
“YES!”
Slap!
“YES!”
Slap!
“YES!” Belinda screamed, her voice quivering. “I FUCKING LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, DON’T FUCKING STOP!”
Andy spanked her ass a couple more times then wrapped one arm around her upper body and grabbed her opposite shoulder and pulled her closer in to him, until their heads were just inches apart. With his opposite hand he reached out and grabbed her breast and squeezed, eliciting another gasp from Belinda. Grunting with exertion, he continued fucking her with everything he had, grinding up against her ass, pummeling her mercilessly as she screamed for more until he no longer had anything left.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Andy said, pulling his cock out of her pussy at the last possible moment and squirting his seed all over Belinda’s ass. Gasping for breath, he leaned back against the counter behind him.
Belinda grabbed a hand towel and wiped his sperm off her ass. “What a waste of good cum,” she said, shaking her head sadly. “Next time give me a heads-up before you’re going to do that. We’ll find a better place for it.”
“Next time?” Andy said, too t
ired to mask his surprise.
“Of course,” Belinda said. “It’s not even midnight yet. We’ve still got half the night to play around. Unless you’ve had enough?”
“Hell no,” Andy said.
“Are you sure? Because I can—”
“You can just stop right there,” he said. “No way I’m going to pass up the chance to fuck you again.”
“Is that right?” Belinda said, flashing him a nasty little grin.
“That’s right,” Andy said, grinning right back at her.
“Then let’s go,” she said, grabbing his hand and starting to lead him out of the kitchen. “Oh, and don’t forget the Jack. A few more shots and things are apt to get real kinky.”
Andy reached back and snatched the bottle off the counter. He didn’t want to miss out on the chance of things getting kinkier. No way, no how. He only hoped that in the morning he’d be able to remember everything. Somehow he thought he would, no matter how drunk he got. Some nights you just can’t forget. And he was pretty certain this New Year’s Eve was going to be one of them.
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DOMINATING THE SEXY HUNK
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 c
ry 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?”