by Zane
I unsnapped the crotch of my cat suit and climbed up on the table, lay in front of him, and spread my legs. I put the whip around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I told him he had to be punished for being such a bad boy and that he had two choices. “Eat my pussy, or face the whip!”
Trent started laughing and looked around at his buddies, who started ranting and raving again and giving each other high fives. “Shit, I’m not afraid of the whip, but I prefer the pussy!”
With that, he drew the clit of my freshly shaved pussy into his mouth and started sucking on it. My pussy juices were really flowing as he spread my lips apart so he could lick up and down the inside of each one, lapping up every droplet of my nectar.
Once Trent made me cum two or three times, I got up from the table and got down on my knees so I could get his dick out of his pants. The white contact lenses almost popped out my eyes when I saw how big it was. His dick was twice the size of Pierce’s. I realized there was a whole new world I had been missing out on by tying myself down to one man.
I took the tip of my tongue and slid it down the slit on the top of his dick, savoring the precum oozing out of it and admiring the way the veins were popping out as it pulsated. I gave his dick the royal treatment and proceeded to give it a wax job with my mouth. I could only fit about four inches of it in my throat, other than the head, because it was so thick and juicy.
I heard some sexually repressed sista yell out, “Oh no, girlfriend is not sucking his dick right in front of all these peeps?”
The hell if I wasn’t! I sucked and sucked until my mouth was sore and he shot a hot load of cum down my throat, making a warm lining in my stomach. I sucked his dick soft and then kept at it until it was hard again.
Then I got up and climbed onto the table on my hands and knees, and it was all too obvious that I wanted him to hit it from the back. He grabbed a hold of my leather-covered ass cheeks and gently slid the head of his dick into my throbbing, wet pussy. I had to take a deep breath to brace myself for the rest of it, because I knew he was about to knock the bottom out of my pussy. That’s exactly what he did!
Right there, in front of all his birthday guests, Trent fucked the hell out of me. I knew, at that moment, that he was the man for me and not Pierce. What started out as simple payback turned into pure, unadulterated lust, and I loved every minute of it. He fucked me so hard that tears started to run down my face from underneath my mask. Never has anyone fucked me so intensely, and I could barely stand it. It was a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure, and before it was all over and said and done, my ass was turned the fuck out, my mind was blown, and I was in love.
He tugged on the wig, trying to force my pussy back farther on his dick. For a moment, I thought my ass was busted. I got a hold of it just in time to prevent my light brown hair from being exposed. I took Trent’s hands and put them on my breasts instead, so he could rub my nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers.
I sat all the way back on his dick and started riding it right there on top of the table, and both of us were panting and moaning. We fucked each other like beasts until we both exploded in unison and the tablecloth ended up covered with cum.
After he reluctantly took his dick out, I jumped up from the table and pushed my way through the crowd, my 40DD breasts still uncovered and bouncing up and down. Trent tried to run after me, but Pierce and the rest of his buddies were too busy bombarding him with comments, slaps on the back, and congrats for fucking the shit out of me in front of the whole crew.
I made it outside and took in some of the fresh, night air. I searched, through tear-drenched eyes, for the Toyota Camry I had rented so no one would see me driving my actual car. When I was pulling off, I saw Trent run outside and stop in the driveway, catching only a glimpse of my taillights.
I went home that night and fell asleep, dreaming about Trent. I woke up the next morning and took a long, hot shower. While I was in there, I fucked myself with the wooden handle of my back brush until I came all over the fiberglass surface of the bathtub.
For an entire week, I wouldn’t answer phone calls from Pierce, who kept leaving messages asking why I never made it to the party because he was waiting for me. Lying ass! Finally, he got fed up and showed up at my door, banging and demanding to be let in.
“What are you doing here, Pierce?” After I opened the door just a little bit, he forced it the rest of the way open so he could barge in.
“What the hell do you think I’m doing here?” He was mad and obviously stressed. “Why haven’t you been answering any of my calls, Noelle?”
“I’ve been busy, and besides, you were the one who wanted to cease and desist for a while so you could get your freak on with other women.” I had endured more than enough of his bullshit.
He looked at me and pulled me down on the couch beside him. “Noelle, I made a mistake. I miss you, and I was a fool. I made the mistake of thinking the grass was greener on the other side, but you’re the only one for me. I don’t want to see anyone else. It’s all about you and me, boo.”
It was all I could do not to laugh in his fucking face. Instead, I just looked at him with a perplexed look on my face. “Let me get this straight. You think you can come in here and lay down rules and regulations, and once I accept them, you have the audacity to try to take it all back?”
“I love you, and I miss being with you. I thought I wanted some sex fiend, but all I really need is you. Your innocence is what’s so truly special about you.”
That’s when I burst out in laughter. “Oh, really?” I paused before I continued, “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think there’s something you should know.”
Pierce got up and went in the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge, pretending that my last statement never came out my mouth. “Speaking of sex fiends, you should have seen what happened at the masquerade party. It was off the hook!”
I smirked. “What happened?”
“This girl showed up, someone none of us had ever seen before, and fucked Trent right there in front of every damn body. She was a straight-up freak!”
“Sounds like your kind of woman. You said you wanted freaky sex, right?” I didn’t know how much longer I could maintain my composure, because it was mad funny.
“For the last time, I was wrong about that. Sure, she was sexy and out there, but I’m ready to settle down, have a couple of rug rats, and buy a white house with a picket fence.”
He was serious, and I almost had second thoughts about what I was about to do. However, the shit he did to me was unforgivable, and I could no longer look at him in the same way. “Well, Pierce, I like things the way they are.”
“Whaaa—what do you mean by that?” He was flustered.
“I think seeing other people is a good thing. In fact, I think it’s a wonderful idea, and I’ve already taken your words to heart.”
Pierce jumped up in my face with his typical male, double-standard ass. “Are you saying you’re already seeing someone else?”
“Not exactly, but I do have someone in mind.” It was time to drive the knife in. “In fact, I fucked him about a week ago, and I loved the way he fucked me. He tore my little ass up and fucked me without mercy. He had a big-ass dick too.”
I thought he was going to punch me for a second, but instead he just sat down on the coffee table and put his head in his hands. I went into the bathroom as I added, “In fact, you loved the way he fucked me too.”
I heard him shout from the other room, “What the fuck are you talking about, Noelle?” I didn’t answer him. Instead, I just came back in the living room wearing the black wig and white contact lenses. He leaped to his feet. “What the fuck? It was you?”
I giggled and crossed my arms in front of me while I leaned against the wall. “Yes, it was me. Truth be known, all this time you were saying I wasn’t freaky enough for you, but it’s the other way around. You’re not anywhere near freaky enough for me!”
He balled his hand in
to a fist, looked at me with his lips trembling for a couple of minutes while the whole sordid madness of the situation sunk in, and then left slamming the door behind him.
I’ve never seen Pierce again. The friendship between him and Trent ended the day Pierce found out I was moving into Trent’s mansion with him. I went back and claimed the man I really wanted. Trent was shocked at first to discover I was the woman who had turned his ass out, but he had been feenin for me the whole time, so it was all good.
Let this be a valuable lesson to all you men out there who don’t know a good thing until it’s gone. Never judge a book by its cover, and never underestimate the power of a woman, or else you might just find yourself by yourself.
Wanna Watch?
It was late at night on a Saturday, and we both had such a boring day. We’d hardly said a word to each other. I was beginning to wonder if you were getting bored with me. The sex was great, at least I thought so, but there was something missing. As I sat there watching you read the newspaper on the couch, a brilliant idea popped into my head. I went into the bedroom to make a quick phone call.
When I came out, you asked me why I was grinning, and I said, “No reason.” I asked if you wanted to take a quick shower with me. You declined, mentioning that you were waiting for a boxing special to come on HBO you wanted to check out. Reluctantly, I took one without you. I was gonna try to seduce you into some quick lovemaking in the shower, but you just seemed totally withdrawn. Doubt was growing in my mind about whether my plans for the evening were appropriate. It was too late for me to call her back and tell her not to come. I just crossed my fingers that it would all work out for the best.
Once I got out of the shower, I slipped into a black lace nightie with no panties. I knew I wouldn’t need them in a few minutes, whether you decided to touch me or not. By the time I came back out into the living room, your boxing special was on. Before I could sit down beside you, the doorbell rang. You asked, “Who could that be this time of night?” and I replied, “Just a good friend of mine I asked to come over.”
You turned around to look at the door while I went to answer it. You were surprised to see a long-legged, deep chocolate, beautiful female come into the door in an extremely short, tight red dress. I introduced my friend to you, “Honey, this is my roommate from college, Karlin. Karlin, this is my boo!”
She extended her hand and shook yours, but took you totally off guard by bending over and kissing you on the lips lightly, flickering the tip of her tongue in your mouth. I sat down in the middle of the floor, turned off the television, and explained to you, “Boxing will have to wait, baby. I have another show for you to watch!”
Karlin giggled while she joined me on the bearskin rug, setting the leather duffel bag she brought with her down beside us. Your eyes lit up with wonder, and you were speechless; you had no clue as to what we were up to, until I said, “Honey, you know how you always say you wouldn’t mind seeing me with another woman?” You nodded, still speechless. I replied, “Well, tonight’s your night.”
A wide grin appeared on your face, and for the first time, I got the feeling that my little plan might perk you up after all. Karlin lowered the straps on her dress, exposing her bare 38DDs with hard firm nipples already standing at attention. Then she reached over and caressed my breasts through the black lace of my nightie. Karlin had always been a dominatrix. I knew from past experiences, from the many times she had taken control of me in our college dorm room, that this was to be her show, and I was to just go with it.
I could feel my nipples become hardened as she rubbed the material against them. Then she leaned over, and the kiss began. You watched as our soft, thick, lipstick-covered lips met and we flicked our tongues out at each other before finally engaging in a deep, passionate French kiss.
We stopped kissing for a moment so that Karlin could pull my nightie up over my head and off, leaving me completely in the raw. Then she pushed me all the way down on the rug so that I was lying flat on my back. She stood up and pushed the red dress, already around her waist, down over her thighs onto the floor.
Then she sat down and straddled over me, our pussy hairs rubbing up against each other, and we began to kiss again. Karlin grabbed both my breasts, one in each hand, and rubbed my nipples with her thumbs. This brought back some sweet memories, and my pussy began to get very wet. But mostly, I was pleased because I knew that this was pleasing you. I could tell by the look of excitement on your face and the way that you were sitting on the edge of the couch like a predator ready to attack.
Karlin and I both moaned with delight as she began to suck on my nipples, still holding a solid grip on both my breasts. Karlin reached over into her leather bag, removed a can of amaretto-flavored whipped cream, and squeezed it all over my breasts. She made a trail going down the middle of my stomach over my belly button and spread my legs open so that she could squeeze some onto my pussy lips as well.
Then she began to lap all the whipped cream up from my body, making long strokes with her thick tongue, beginning with the undersides of my succulent breasts. I lost myself in the ecstasy and closed my eyes, pretending that it was your tongue devouring me instead of hers. When she had licked it all up except for the whipped cream on my pussy, I turned my head to face you and stared deep into your soul while Karlin buried her head between my thighs.
My moans became louder when she began to do what she does all too well. Karlin had always told me she loved eating my pussy. Judging by the way she was eating me out that night, it was nothing but the truth. She used to come over to my bed in the middle of the night, remove my panties, and go to town. She knew I had a weakness for having my pussy eaten and that I didn’t care much the gender of the person doing the eating. In fact, there was this other girl named Sandy, a friend of Karlin’s from high school, who used to come over to our dorm room and eat me out too.
Of course, you never knew any of this. In fact, the few times you’d mentioned seeing me with another woman, I made it seem like it was totally out of the question. But I wanted to do something special that night for you and frankly, I kind of missed the good old times. I knew that you were a happy camper, and so was I. Karlin was dayum sure pleased. When I called her, she couldn’t wait to get over there and get some.
When she finished eating my pussy, she told me to turn around and get on all fours. Of course, I complied. She made a trail of whipped cream down the crack of my ass and then proceeded to lick it all out, sticking her thick tongue into my asshole and taking a quick survey of its warmth. I looked in your direction. You were taking your dick out and beginning to caress it softly. It was so hard, and I remember thinking that I wanted to feel you inside of me so bad.
But Karlin wasn’t done yet, and the show was not over so I knew I would have to wait. She reached back over into her bag and removed the star of the show, a strap-on ten-inch penis, and put it on. She slowly pushed the dick, then attached to her hips, into my juicy pussy from behind. It was on fire. Karlin fucked me royally with the strap-on. The whole time I watched you masturbate and precum just started cascading down the inside of my thighs. Karlin pulled me by the hair, making me bring my pussy back farther onto the fake dick. She reached around with her other hand and fondled my breasts. I rubbed my clit and helped to guide the strap-on in and out.
It was amazing, because it seemed like all three of us exploded in unison. Karlin screamed out at the same time I did, and cum squirted out of my pussy onto the bearskin rug. I think the sight of me squirting cum, which always turns your ass out, made you explode. I saw the cum erupt out of your juicy dick within seconds, and I wanted some. I told Karlin to take the strap-on out and crawled over between your legs where you sat on the couch and lapped all the cum up I could find. Karlin crawled over behind me and ate my pussy from behind as I began to wax your dick with my mouth. You were so delicious, boo.
The whole night was delicious, and we finished it off with a bang. After seeing Karlin to the door and giving her kisses on her
cheeks, you and I retired to the bedroom and fucked like minks till the sun came up. You were in rare form that night, baby. I’ve never regretted sharing that experience with you.
If you ever feel bored again and want Karlin to come over, maybe even Sandy too, just whisper three words in my ear, baby: “I wanna watch!”
Nymph
My name is Page, and I’m a nymphomaniac, a sexual thrill-seeker, a sexual renegade. I love playing with fire, living a life full of drama and excitement, defying all the good girl rules, approaching situations that are both sexy and perilous. I’m a sexual rebel, and to me, danger itself is the most tremendous sexual stimulant of all.
One night I was at a club, and this sorry excuse for a man asked me was I pure. I asked him, “Do you mean pure as in pure chewing satisfaction?” He was dumbfounded, so I added, “Unless you want to suck on this pussy tonight, get the fuck!”
Like most men, he was intimidated by the sexual prowess I exude. Men like him disgust me. They brag about how they’re all that in bed and can make a woman scream out their name when half the time they have trouble even finding the clit. As for the G spot, forget about it. They couldn’t find a woman’s G spot if she handed him written instructions and a map.
Fortunately for me, there are plenty of mad fuckers around too. A mad fucker is a man who doesn’t talk about turning a sista out. He just does it. A mad fucker is a man whose cum tastes so damn good, it makes a sista feel drunk. A mad fucker is someone who fucks a sista so hard, the next day her pussy and nipples are sore, she has a helluva stomachache, and she has trouble sitting down. That’s how you know you’ve been the victim of a mad fucker drive-by.
Sex to a nymphomaniac is like doughnuts to a police officer. We both gotta have it. My body is so accustomed to cumming, if I don’t have at least three orgasms a day, I feel sick. Sometimes when there’s no man around, which is extremely rare because I have more male bitches than the electric company has switches, I make myself cum through the art of masturbation.