“You can do better than that,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment.
I slapped her tit again, putting a little more force into it.
“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Smack me like you mean it.”
So I slapped her tit again, even harder this time.
“Harder,” she said.
I did.
“Harder!” she said, slapping her other tit as she spoke, putting my smack to shame.
I slapped her again, making her flinch.
“That’s it,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip. “Just like that.”
I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. I was starting to get back into the groove, moving faster against her, giving her more and more of my cock.
“Is this what you want?” I said, my tone harsh. “Me smacking you around while I fuck the shit out of you?”
She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want,” she said, her entire body red from exertion.
I took a break from slapping her to slide my hands under her hips and lift her backside up, giving me more leverage. She hooked her arms around her legs without being told, holding herself in position while I hammered away at her, my body slamming into hers with all my weight.
My free hand went up to her throat and started choking her while my other continued smacking away at her tits, both of which had turned bright red under the assault.
“What about this?” I said. “Do you want this too? Me choking you while I pummel you?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, her groans muffled from the lack of air.
I released her throat and grabbed the underside of her thighs and pressed them down onto the bed, opening her up even more, allowing me to blast her even harder. I gave her my full weight with every thrust, making her squirm underneath me as I slammed my cock into her with a previous untapped aggression.
For some reason I was more pissed off by her acquiescence than her earlier reluctance. Or maybe I was just mad that she’d manipulated the situation to her advantage once again. Not that it mattered what my reasons were. The only thing that mattered is that I was giving her what she wanted and getting what I wanted in return. And I was certainly getting what I wanted.
Looking down at Jamie’s tanned, tight, tiny little body and perky tits while I hammered away at her made me realize just how lucky I was. I was fucking a ridiculously hot 18-year old freak in ways that I’d only ever dreamed about. What the hell did I have to be mad about?
For some reason, viewing things with this new perspective brought me right to the edge of orgasm. Where just a few moments ago I wasn’t really anywhere near cumming, now I was just a couple seconds away from it. And there was nothing I could do about it but warn Jamie.
“Cum inside me,” she said, once I’d let me intentions known. “I want your cum inside my pussy.”
So I did, squirting my seed inside her less than five seconds later. Once the initial bursts were done, I slowly moved against her, draining my cock of the last of its seed. Even once I was completely finished I stayed inside Jamie, catching my breath, afraid that I moved too quickly I’d fall down.
Eventually I pulled my cock out of her pussy and flopped down onto the bed next to her.
“Sorry that was so abrupt,” I said after a couple moments of silence punctuated only by heavy breathing from the both of us.
“It didn’t seem that abrupt to me,” she said. “Besides, after that much quality foreplay it doesn’t really matter how long you’re inside me before you pop. I had my share of the fun long ago. Everything at the end was just a bonus.”
I laughed under my breath. “I’ve never really thought of it like that,” I said.
“I have to admit, I’m pretty impressed,” Jamie said. “You really stepped up today. Of course, you didn’t quite go as far as I would have liked—”
“Not as far as you would have liked?” I said, sitting up to face her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I treated you like shit all night.”
She shrugged. “What can I say, I’ve got very specific tastes.”
I stared at her for a moment then snorted and shook my head. “Silly me, I thought I was pushing you too far.”
“There’s no such thing as too far,” she said. “But the last thing I want you to do is take it the wrong way. You were incredible tonight. You’ve come closer to giving me what I want than anyone else ever has. Certainly any other man.”
“Well at least that’s something,” I said, half-sarcastically.
“It is something,” Jamie replied. “A big something, actually. For once, I feel like I’ve found a man that’s on my same wavelength.”
It should have concerned me that a crazy 18-year old fuckslut considered me on the same wavelength as her, but it didn’t. It was too exhilarating to be worrisome. And more importantly, it meant that we’d be having more nights like tonight together. A lot more.
“Well, one of these nights hopefully I’ll be able to take you where you want to go,” I said.
“That’s my hope too,” she replied. “And to that end, I’ll have to invite you over next time Carrie pays me a visit. Then I’ll show you how to really dominate a woman.”
“Who’s Carrie?”
“One of my friends. She’s an amazing sub. The best.”
“So you do to her what I just did to you?”
“Hell no,” Jamie said. “I’m much more brutal with her than you were with me.”
I laughed and shook my head. “I’d like to see that.” I was starting to get hard again just thinking about it.
“I’m sure you would,” Jamie said. “I might even give you a taste of her when I’m finished.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“I’ll set it up,” she said. “She gets back into town next week. Do you think you can get free?”
“For that? Hell yes. Just tell me when.”
“I’ll let you know.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
She flashed me a smile. “I know you will.”
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MANHANDLED
THE ADVENTURES OF A DIRTY SLUT: VOLUME THREE
JT HOLLAND
There’s nothing I enjoy more than getting fucked. Mouth, pussy, ass, it doesn’t matter. Nor does the manner in which is happens. Sometimes I like it slow and romantic, other times rough and tumble. Sometimes quiet and serious other times loud and playful. I like being in charge and getting dominated equally. It all depends on my mood that day. The key is to mix things up. Otherwise even sex can get stale.
This is why it’s essential to have different men available to do my bidding. Some are just more inclined to act a certain way. There are guys that are great at getting freaky but not so good at being romantic. Or ones that love being in control but aren’t so keen on being on the other side of the equation.
My friends keep on telling me there are men out there that offer the whole package; looks, a big cock, a decent personality and a wide palette of sexual tendencies but so far I haven’t met one. Which makes me believe that they don’t truly exist, especially considering how many men I’ve fucked over the years. If they’re out there I would have found one by now.
Oh well. Until I find that one perfect man I guess I’ll just have to keep trying out as many as I can.
#
Today I woke up horny as hell. Even after playing around with my toys for a good hour I was still rearing to go. So I pulled out my special phone and started looking through my contact list.
I’ll fuck pretty much anybody once, but they have to offer something beyond the ordinary to make it into my special phone. It consists of a hundred or so men who bring something specific to the table.
I stop as soon as I come to Jack’s number. He’s exactly what I need today.
Jack is a specialist in rough sex. Now, for most women that’s not something that they would go back for, but like I may have mentioned earlier, I’m a dirty slut. And sometimes I just need to get manhandled. Like today.
So I dial Jack’s number. After a brief conversation, we agree to meet as his place in an hour. And just like that, it’s done.
I jump in the shower to pretty myself up a bit and then it’s off to go get fucked.
#
Precisely one hour later I’m knocking on Jack’s door.
His place is small but it doesn’t matter. I’m not concerned about the size of his home or the make of his car. I’m not worried about how much money he earns or what he does for a living. All I care about is what he’s going to do to me for the next thirty minutes or so. And it’s getting me wet just thinking about it.
Jack opens the door and ushers me in. I drop my purse to the floor, right there in the hall adjacent to the doorway as he closes the door behind us. I undo my coat and slither out of it, revealing my tight, tanned, completely naked body beneath.
As Jack turns to face me a nasty little smile creeps onto his face. He looks me up and down, practically licking his lips as he takes me in like a piece of meat.
“You like what you see?” I ask.
“Hell yes,” he says. “You’re looking better than ever.”
“I didn’t come here for compliments,” I say.
“Fair enough,” Jack says, stepping towards me and grabbing a handful of my hair. He yanks back on it, bending my neck back so my face is turned up towards the ceiling.
“Don’t expect me to hold back just because we haven’t seen each other in a while,” Jack says.
“I’m not,” I say. “That’s why I came to you. Because I knew you wouldn’t hold back.”
He takes this in with a nod. “All right. As long as we understand each other.”
“Perfectly,” I say.
“Good.” He releases my hair and moves his hand down to my throat and pushes me up against the wall. Squeezing, he cuts off my airflow, taking me right up to the point of passing out before releasing me.
I gasp for breath, my pussy getting wetter by the second.
With his hand still around my throat, holding me up against the wall but no longer depriving me of air, he pinches one of my nipples.
A deep, guttural moan escapes from my throat.
Jack smiles. Then he pinches my other nipple, harder this time.
I moan more loudly.
“You like that?” he says.
“I fucking love it,” I reply.
He slaps down on my tit.
I yelp and shiver. It feels so fucking good.
“What about that?” he asks.
“Even better,” I reply, my breath ragged. “Do it again.”
He does, smiling all the while.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Trading off, going from one of my tits to the other. Back and forth, back and forth, pausing for only a second in between, just enough for me to recover before slapping down on the other one.
My hand flies down to my pussy and I slip two fingers inside my dripping wet snatch.
For this I earn a slap across the face, hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Jack he grabs ahold of my arm and pulls my fingers out of my pussy. He pins my wrist against the wall and holds it there.
“Did I tell you to play with yourself?” he says, his face right in front of mine, mere inches away.
I shake my head from side to side.
He slaps me again. I gasp. It’s more in pleasure than pain but I’m careful to keep my enjoyment off my face. I fucking love being manhandled like this but I can’t let him see that. I know it turns him on to think I’m in distress.
“You’re goddamn right I didn’t,” he says. “Next time you do something like that you’re going to regret it. Understand?”
I nod. My eyes are wide and radiating fear even though I don’t feel the slightest bit of it. I know I’m perfectly safe in his arms, no matter how dangerous things seem to be. We’ve played this little game a number of times before and I’ve never once gotten hurt.
“Good,” he says. “Now turn around.”
Jack spins me around, his hand now on the back of my neck, still holding me up against the wall. His free hand slides down my back and over my ass cheeks, rubbing and squeezing one, then the other.
He slaps my ass. Once, twice, three times, all on the same cheek, each harder than the last, each smack causing me to whimper and my legs to buckle just a little bit.
He switches over to the other cheek and gives it the same treatment, holding me up against the wall the entire time, his hand now dug into my hair, turning my face so one half of it is smashed up against the wall.
Suddenly he yanks my hair back, pulling my head along with it, bending me over backwards, my legs still in place but my back arched.
He keeps pulling, forcing me to spin around to keep from falling on my back. But my momentum is so great that I can’t stop myself from falling my knees right there in front of him.
And then I’m staring up at him, his rock-hard cock standing at attention directly in front of my face as he looks down at me, his hand still grabbing a fistful of my hair.
“You want my cock, don’t you?” Jack says, holding my head up against the wall.
I nod vigorously and look up at him longingly.
“Open your mouth.”
I do as I’m told.
Jack steps forward and slips his cock into my mouth. His hands slide to the sides of my head as he continues to force his cock down my throat, shoving it all the way inside me until my nose is pressing up against his navel.
His cock is filling up my entire throat, making it impossible to breathe. I choke and gag but still he holds my head in place, keeping me from turning aside. The wall pressing against the back of my head keeps me from escaping.
“Look up at me you fucking slut,” he says, staring down at me as he forces me to deepthroat him.
I do my best, tilting my chin upwards as much as I can. Tears are leaking from my eyes but I can still see him grinning down at me, thoroughly enjoying the control he has over me.
I gag again. But still he doesn’t let me go. I open my mouth a little wider, allowing just a hint of air in. Clear saliva pours out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto the carpet.
Coughing behind his cock, my throat starts to clench up. But this just eggs Jack on even further. Somehow he forces his cock even deeper into my throat and holds it there for a moment before finally letting me off the hook.
Laughing, he pulls his cock out.
I gasp for breath, gulping in air as quickly as I can.
But I’ve barely even began to recover when he slaps me across the face again, forcing me to gasp in surprise, then sticks his cock right back into my mouth while my mouth is still open.
And then he’s fucking my face, his cock pumping in and out of my throat with furious intensity while he continues to hold my head in place against the wall.
I don’t even try and fight it, I just take in as much air as I can in between pumps, the saliva now pouring out of my mouth, soaking his cock and balls and dripping down my chin and all over my tits.
After he’s had enough of fucking my face Jack pulls his cock out of my mouth and slaps my cheek with it a couple of times before he yanks again on my hair and drags me over towards the couch.
Crawling on my hands and knees as he pulls me forward, I barely have a chance to catch my breath before he has me sitting on the floor with my back against the base of the couch. He positions me so the back of my head is on the cushion and my face is pointing towards the sky.
Without so much as a word, he turns around so his back is to me, lifts his feet up on the couch, squats over my head, and drops his ass down, using my face as a seat cushion.
Knowing what he likes, I run my hands up beneath his ass and spread his cheeks apart, opening his ass up. I start licking his asshole, gently at first, getting him warmed up. As his asshole starts to relax and widen I go to work a little more aggressively, licking up and down and around the edges while he hovers above me.
“Holy fuckin
g shit you’re a nasty fucking slut,” Jack says, all in one breath. A couple seconds later he adds, “Stick your tongue out.”
I do as I’m told, making my tongue rigid and sticking it straight up into the air.
“That’s right,” Jack says as he starts rubbing his ass back and forth along my face, riding my tongue with his asshole. “Hold it right fucking there.”
Jack grinds on my face for a little bit, his asshole getting wider and wider with every pass, until finally it’s wide enough to accept the tip of my tongue inside it.
He moans softly and stops grinding, instead dropping his full weight onto my face, smothering me with his ass, my tongue sliding a good two inches into his anus.
I spread his cheeks wider, giving me deeper access to his asshole.
“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” he says, reaching down to smack my tits some more while I continue tonguing his asshole.
Jack lifts his body off my face for a few seconds, allowing me to catch my breath. Looking down at me with an evil glint in his eyes, he says, “You like the taste of my ass, don’t you?”
“I fucking love it,” I say. “Give it to me again.”
Jack smiles. “In a minute,” he says. “First I want you to suck my balls.”
“With pleasure,” I say, grabbing his sack and making a fist, forming a tight little pocket beneath my hand with his balls in the middle. I stick the newly formed pocket in my mouth, taking both his balls at once.
Jack moans as I start to work his balls, sucking and slurping on them, my tongue flickering constantly to heighten the sensation. He goes to work on my tits some more, which means he’s enjoying things. Smacking me around is his way of trying to take the attention off of the pleasure he’s feeling. It’s his way of avoiding an orgasm.
But it’s only a temporary reprieve, which is why he stands up, popping his balls from my mouth. He spits on my face and uses his cock to rub it in, pressing it against my cheek, rubbing it over my nose and under my eyes, then smacking me with it a couple of times.
More debasement, which just means I’m doing a good job.
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