I released her hair and slowed down in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly but she didn’t let up one bit, bouncing her ass back against my cock, doing all of the work. I thought about backing away and pulling my cock out of her but felt too good, so I decided against it for the time being.
But less than a minute later I realized that if I didn’t switch things up real soon, I was going to blow my load. And I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. I still wanted to fuck Bonnie in one more position before I was done for the night. So I reluctantly pulled back, yanking my cock out of her pussy.
“What’s the matter?” Bonnie asked, looking back at me with a nasty grin. She was still on her hands and knees, doggy-style, her ass sticking up in the air, taunting me with its perfection.
“You know,” I said.
“You were about to cum, weren’t you?”
“Bingo,” I replied as I crawled toward her.
“But you’re not quite done with me yet, right?” she said.
“Exactly,” I said, grabbing her legs and flipping her over onto her back.
“Ahh, I see,” Bonnie said. “You want to look at me while you’re fucking me, don’t you?”
“That’s part of it,” I said.
“And the other?”
“I want easy access to your face so I can blow my load all over it when I’m ready to cum.”
“Fair enough,” Bonnie said, smiling like a demon. “But make sure you get some in my mouth. I want to taste your cum.”
“Oh, I think I can handle that,” I said as I hooked my arms under her knees and lifted them up, folding her nearly in half with her ass up off the ground.
“Ahh, the good old missionary position,” Bonnie said. “And to think, the night started off on such a good note, all extreme and shit, only to devolve into the lowest common denominator by the end.”
“It’s a classic for a reason,” I said, not falling for her taunts. “And don’t worry, I’m planning on throwing a little twist in there for you so you don’t get bored.”
“We’ll see about that,” Bonnie said as I slid my cock into her pussy, which was just as wet as it had been all night. Despite all her talk to the contrary, she was still enjoying herself immensely, that much was obvious.
I rose up onto my knees a bit to give myself more leverage then slid my cock into Bonnie’s pussy and proceeded to pound her while holding her knees in the air with my arms, which were locked out, my palms on the floor.
“Holy fuck,” she cried as I slammed my cock into her, our bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “I’m not gonna lie. That feels pretty fucking good.”
“I told you before,” I said between deep breaths. “It’s a classic for a reason.”
“I guess you were right,” Bonnie said. My balls were slapping up against her backside and my hips were grinding into hers at the bottom of every push.
“Pound me,” she says, staring right at me. Her voice was more controlled than earlier, more demanding. I could see how she would be a great dominatrix. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”
Every word she uttered in that tone increased my intensity. Pretty soon I was fucking her with the entire length of my cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.
“That’s right,” she said, her tone the same as a moment ago. “Give me that fucking cock. Break me in fucking half. Punish me, baby. Punish me.”
I released one of her legs and shoved my fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while I fucked her.
“There you go,” she said while her hands played with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks. “Right there. Just like that. Just like that.”
Her tone made me dream of being dominated by her, which was driving me crazy beyond all belief. I was mere moments away from cumming now. I realized there was only thing I could do to extend my time inside her.
With this in mind, I pulled my hand from her mouth and wrapped it around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her breath and making it impossible for her to talk any more.
“You like that?” I said. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, her face red.
Despite her professions of boredom, Bonnie’s pussy was more inviting than it had been at any other time all night. It was as though something inside her had opened up and was trying to swallow me whole. I felt like I could fit my whole body inside her. And the feeling had me wound up to a point I’ve never previously been to.
I completely let go of all my inhibitions and totally opened up on Bonnie, slamming into her with an intensity I’ve never before reached, hammering my body into hers.
Bonnie’s eyes started to roll up in her sockets and I suddenly realized I’d been choking her with the same intensity as I’d been fucking her. A couple more seconds and she would be out cold.
So I did the only thing I could do; I let go of her throat.
Just like earlier, as soon as Bonnie came back from the edge of unconsciousness, a mammoth orgasm crashed over her. This one was even bigger than the other one, a low growl coming from her mouth and her entire body shaking and quivering for a full five seconds and even suffering a couple of aftershocks before falling still. Once it had finally passed, she gasped for breath and made defeated sounds beneath me. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide and full of satisfaction and thanks and staring straight at me.
“Oh my fucking god,” she said in hushed, reverential tones that clashed with the wide grin on her face. “That was fucking transcendent. Thank you.”
As pathetic as it sounds, knowing that I’d finally gotten her off in a meaningful way was what finally pushed me over the edge into orgasm.
Despite my desire from earlier to cum on her face, after what we’d just experienced together a few seconds ago, I just didn’t have it in me to defile her like that. So instead, I asked her if I could cum inside her.
“You can cum wherever and however you want,” she said. And for once, she was sincere. No more mind games, no more fakery. Just Bonnie. The real, true Bonnie.
And so, when it was time for my body to do its thing, I relaxed and let it, pumping my cock into Bonnie’s pussy as I came, shooting my seed inside her. It was a monster load, the biggest I’d ever experienced, with so many spasms I lost count after eight.
After I was dry as a bone, I rolled off of Bonnie and laid down on the floor. We were lying side-by-side, both of our backs to the carpet and our eyes to the ceiling.
“Well, that was interesting,” Bonnie said. “Not to mention unexpected.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” I replied.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “It was great. Incredible, even, but I’m not real sure what happened there at the end.”
“Neither am I.”
“Do you think we could ever repeat it?”
“I doubt it,” I said. “Do you?”
“I don’t think it’s possible.”
“Yeah, probably not.”
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.”
“No it doesn’t,” I said.
“For the regular fee, of course,” Bonnie said.
“Of course,” I said.
“Are you sure that won’t bother you?” she asked. “You don’t think it’ll be weird to pay me next time we get together after what happened here tonight?”
“Of course not,” I said. “The way I see it, what happened here tonight was only possible because I was paying you. If we were in some kind of a relationship, or even just seeing each other casually, there’s no way I would have been able to do all those things to you that I did earlier. And what happened at the beginning of the night is what ultimately led to what happened at the end. It’s all related. You can’t have one without the other.”
I realized Bonnie was laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“I’ve just never heard anyone come up with a reas
on to keep paying me before. Usually they’re trying to figure out a way to stop paying me in the future.”
“Yeah, well most people are stupid and emotional,” I said. “Whereas I’m smart and rational and even-minded.”
“Either that or you’re insane,” Bonnie said.
“Yeah, it could be that too,” I said.
I started to laugh. Bonnie joined in. And that’s where this little filthy tale ends, with both of us lying on the floor, laughing. Together.
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THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT TAKES CHARGE
MISTY ROSE
As I’ve explained before, I’m a dirty little slut. I make no bones about it, I don’t apologize for it, and I’m certainly not embarrassed by it. I thoroughly enjoy fucking and strive to do it every chance I get, every way I can get it, and with as many men as possible. End of story.
But that doesn’t mean that I’m always walking around wearing a ton of makeup with teased up hair and skimpy clothes and fuck-me pumps, swinging my ass around so everyone can see.
Quite the opposite, in fact. I generally wear very little makeup, have a simple haircut, and am usually dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. Something that shows plenty of skin, but in a non-obvious way. No piercings, no tattoos, nothing that would betray my little secret.
Chances are if you passed me on the street or saw me in a grocery store, you’d have no idea that I had a serious nasty streak. You’d just see a cute, innocent-looking young woman with dark hair standing a shade over five feet tall and right around one hundred pounds, carrying herself like she’s a little on the shy side, someone you’d have to coax into bed slowly, a girl you’d want to take home to your parents.
I’m the very definition of cute, and most people are under the illusion that cute automatically equates to innocent.
There’s nothing I enjoy more than shattering that illusion.
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Tonight I’m on my way to see a guy named Ryan. He’s a friend of a friend, someone that I’ve partied with a couple times over the past year or so. He’s a couple years younger than me and pretty cute, but nobody that I’d taken any particular interest in. Mostly because he hadn’t really showed any interest in me.
But apparently that wasn’t the case at all. A few nights ago, Kelly (she’s our mutual friend) and I were on our way back home from a bar when she asked me if I’d noticed Ryan. I told her I was aware of him, but that was about it. Then she broke out the news.
“He totally digs you,” Kelly said.
“Oh yeah?” I replied. “He sure hasn’t shown it. He barely even looks at me and he’s never said anything more than hi.”
“He’s just a little shy, that’s all,” Kelly said. “Not real good with the ladies. You know, one of those sad little boys who was told what to do by their domineering mom their whole life?”
“Is that right?” I said, my mind working. I’d been looking for a new boy for my rotation, someone who liked to be pushed around. And ones with mommy issues were prime targets.
Kelly nodded. “He asked me to see if you were interested, and if you were, to give him a call.”
So I did. And we set up a date. Dinner and a couple drinks. Or so Ryan thought.
He was in for the surprise of his life.
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It’s the night of our date. I’m on the couch watching television when my doorbell rings. I turn off the TV, climb to my feet and go to answer it. I’m wearing a simple black dress and heels. Something that will be easy to get out.
I look through the peephole and see Ryan standing out there, looking nervous.
I open the door.
“Hey there,” I say.
“Hi,” he replies. He’s wearing black pants and a black shirt and looking better than I remember. Dark hair, brown eyes, sharp cheekbones, cute smile. A shade under six feet tall, maybe a hundred and eighty-five pounds. Not bad at all.
“Do you want to come in for a drink before we go?” I ask.
“I’d love to.”
I stand aside and let him in. He walks in and stops just inside the door, taking measure of my place. I close the door behind him and immediately drop to my knees.
He turns around and is startled to see me looking up at him, my big eyes like a puppy’s, my hands already reaching for his waist.
“Whoa, wait a minute,” he says, but I ignore him and starting undoing his belt.
Ryan tries to back away but I stay right with him, shuffling on my knees as he moves backwards, my hands still clinging to his waistband. Eventually he backs up all the way to the wall.
“Nowhere to run to now,” I say, smiling like a demon up at him.
He just stares at me, his eyes wide, his breath catching in his throat.
“What’s the matter,” I say, smiling wider now. I loves messing with men, flipping their expectations, keeping them on edge. It gets me off. “This is what you wanted, right? This is where you were hoping the night would end up?”
He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and nods his head.
“Then stop fighting it,” I say, going back to work on his belt. “We’re just dropping all the pretense and going straight to the main course.” I finish undoing his belt then unbutton his fly and drop his zipper.
Ryan’s pants fall to the ground. His raging boner is sticking out of the little slit in his boxers. His cock isn’t huge but that’s all right. Size only matters to a certain extent. Of course bigger is better (up to a certain point, at least) but as long as it’s within the bell curve it’s not that big of a deal. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to be using it all much tonight. I’m going to be utilizing other parts of his body to do most of the work on the first part of our evening.
“You have a beautiful cock,” I say, looking up at him as I run my fingers along it. All men love to hear that. It feeds their ego. “Do you mind if I suck on it?”
I take his cock in my mouth without waiting for an answer. I mean, it’s not like he’s going to say no.
I work it for a little while, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, getting myself warmed up, then start sucking it more aggressively, taking it halfway down my throat, bobbing on it with urgency, my eyes locked on his, maintaining eye contact as I take his cock deeper and deeper and deeper until the whole thing is in my mouth, tickling my throat, filling me up, making it difficult to breathe.
I hold his cock in my throat for as long as I can before pulling off. My mouth is filled with saliva and I spit it on his cock then start jerking him off some more.
“You like that?” I say, staring up at him while working his cock with my hand. “You like it when I take your cock all the way down my throat? Choking and gagging on it?”
He nods.
“It makes you want to cum all over my face, doesn’t it?” I say, getting off on the discomfort he feels when I talk dirty to him. It’s written all over his face. He likes it but doesn’t know how to react to it. It’s obvious this wasn’t what he was expecting tonight. In fact, from his deer-in-headlights look, I’m certain he’s never had a girl do anything like this before. Which just fuels me further.
I drop down onto the back of my legs and slide in closer to him. Then I go to work on his balls, licking his sack, taking one of his testicles in my mouth, sucking on it for a moment, gargling it, then doing the same thing to the other one, all the while still jerking him off.
“What about that?” I say. “You like that too?”
“Yes,” he manages to croak out. It’s the first time he’s talked since his pants have come off.
It makes me giggle to see how much he’s fighting his instincts. And ups my efforts even more, of course.
I grab ahold of his sack right above his balls and squeeze, capturing his testicles in a tight pocket. Then I take both of his balls in my mouth and suck hard.
He makes a soft sound and his legs buckle just a little bit. Exactly what I was going for. I can feel him tensing up so I pop his balls out of my mouth before
it’s too late.
“I’ve got more where that came from,” I say. “But first you have to do some things for me. Okay?”
He nods, his eyes wide. He’s totally mine, like a puppet on a string. I can’t help but smile. Men are so easy to manipulate. Just suck their cocks for a couple minutes and promise some more later and they’ll do whatever you want without the slightest hesitation.
I grab him by the cock and lead him over to the living room. Once we’re there I grab a throw pillow from the couch and drop it on the floor.
“Lay down on your back with your head on the pillow,” I say.
He does as he’s told. Without hesitation, of course.
I stand over him, one leg on each side of his body, standing directly over his hard cock and slide my dress off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties and heels.
“What do you think?” I ask.
“I think you’re perfect,” he replies.
“Good answer,” I say with a smile as I unhook my bra and let it drop to the ground. I take a couple steps forward until I’m standing directly above his face. I start rubbing my pussy through my panties while looking down the length of my body at him.
“Do you want to see my pretty little pussy?” I ask.
He nods.
I slip out of my panties and stick two fingers in my pussy. They slide in easily; I’m already soaking wet; it doesn’t take much. I work my pussy with my fingers while looking down at Ryan. It excites me to watch him as he watches me play with myself.
After I’ve got my fingers nice and wet I pull them out of my pussy. “Do you want to taste it?” I ask.
He nods again.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Please let me taste your pussy,” he says.
“That’s better.” I bend down and stick my fingers in his mouth. “Suck my juices off my fingers. One at a time.”
Ryan does exactly as he is told. He’s a good little submissive, just as I knew he’d be. Momma’s boys always are.
“That’s a good boy,” I say. “Lick them clean.”
He does.
“Do you want me to sit on your face?” I say after he’s done with my fingers.
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