by Vaughn, V T
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?
Precum seeped from my erection.
Her pussy lips languished in my mouth.
My tongue buried between her velvet mounds.
Her juices flooding and dripping around my chin.
“Jesus Christ,” she moaned, and pulled my head higher to her clit. “Lick the fuck out of it, Matt. Lick my clit like you've never fucking licked it before.”
I obeyed, lapping at her labia as I traversed her form to her hood.
“I have to tell you what happened.” Jill panted, and pulled her thighs whorishly over my shoulders and spread her legs wide over my biceps. “Before I sober up and coward my way out of it.” Her fingernails scraped my skin. “I went outside, baby. Oh shit, it was cold. Oh God, yes. Lick it like that. Yes! Circle my fucking clit.”
I elongated my tongue and unhooked my mouth from her wonderful mound, slenderly easing the pressure. “Keep talking,” I spat. “Tell me what the fuck happened.”
I could hear the saliva separate from her lips and her teeth as her mouth curved and she flashed a most wonderful, intoxicating and licentious smile. “He called me a slut, Matt.”
“What?”
“Sean.” She clamped my mouth to her cunt, then dragged me higher once more to her clit. “Oh yes, that's it. Lick it, baby, and don't stop no matter what I say. You'll have your turn when I'm finished. I want you to get me off while I tell you what happened.”
I moaned approval to her audacity.
“Sean called me a slut, Matt, and my pussy throbbed against my panties. The linen felt so sexy against my lips. They were tight and moist and the cold wind was doing nothing to cool my wild desires.”
I wanted to ask her what she had wanted from him.
“I grabbed the cigarette out of his hand and he just stared me up and down. My breasts were rising with every deep breath I took. He was mentally undressing me. I felt like he was going to stick his hand under my dress. He wanted to. Oh God, I know he wanted to. If he hadn't been scared of his dad catching him I think he'd have made a move on me there and then and... Oh... My cunt was so alive.” She pushed her clit against my front teeth.
I gently nibbled.
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?
I tugged a little forcefully.
“Fuck!”
I probed my tongue again against her.
“He just kept muttering the word slut as he looked at me. But he wasn't looking in disgust, Matt. He was looking like the spoilt bastard who wanted the one thing in the room that he seemed to believe everybody else had a shot of having. The dickhead didn't have a clue. Oh shit, yes!”
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?
“Matt, I was standing with my legs as far apart as my dress would permit. My juices soaking my legs. He called me a slut. A filthy, fucking slut.”
I rotated my hand on my cock. I was dangerously close to busting my nuts. I couldn't. I had to contain myself. To constrain and conduct the flow of her story. I couldn't be left dangling by a string on an edge. Her confession had to continue.
“Sean's words were overwhelming, baby. I wanted him to keep calling me it. You know how rarely I smoke. How I really enjoy the drag, knowing my lipstick is wrapped around the tip and leaving a print. I passed it back to him. His breath was ragged, lighting up under the moon. It was like he wanted to fucking rape me.”
I hesitated my facial humping.
“But it's only rape if you don't consent.”
I parted from her pussy.
Jill's hands snapped at the back of my head, pulling me into her again. “Don't stop, God, no, please don't stop, Matt.”
My naked cock shuddered under the suffocation of her sex and her seduction. Her debauched tale. Her worthless confession. Her shameless, riotous behaviour for which she would shortly seek penance.
“He took the cigarette, whiffed my scent and came forward. He paused to take a drag. He could've told me I was sexy. That I looked good. Or any kind of complement at all. I might've fallen for the passion in my pussy, if he had. I'm sorry, Matt, she had a mind of her own... Again. All it would've taken was an effort. Instead, Sean just eyed my groin, my breasts and my mouth, then he called... Me... Finally... Again... He... Said... Aloud... You slut.”
Dastardly dejection and formative rejection coagulated into a raging, jealous anger which strained the stretch of skin between the underside of my cock and the sack of my testes.
“He pointed above my head to mistletoe... He took another step forward... He grabbed my chin... He was rough and his fingers stank of... Him... His sweat... His drink… Shit, Matt, I think I smelt his piss...”
A fuming fury furrowed my brow. Drenched my dread in disgust. Anchored my arousal in sickening, twisted depravity.
“... He brought his face to mine... I was shivering in the cold, Matt... It was so fucking cold... He dropped his cigarette... The wind blew again between my legs... I wished for my panties... To... Just... Disappear... My pussy needed to breath...”
I choked on the lips of her cunt, greedily chewing at her sex.
“He pressed his mouth to mine... Our lips touched... My heart melted... My pussy was on fire, Matt... I fucking hate the prick and... We were practically kissing... But we weren't... It was barely a peck... Our lips were just there together... Locked together... Our eyes open... Staring at each other... Wondering... Who would make the first real move... I knew it wouldn't be me... I wanted to slap him... To belt him... To send him flying the moment someone else came out of the bar.”
I tongued her clitoris with deliberate freneticism.
“He touched me...”
My mouth smacked her skin as I left her. “Where?” I demanded.
“He pressed his fingers into my belly... He wasn't rough... He wasn't gentle... I almost laughed... He didn't have a clue what to do... Poor rich boy... He would've needed his daddy to put it in.”
Jill pulled at my neck, finding the back of my head, and placed my lips on the soaking labia of her delirious cunt.
“He tried to put his arm round my waist... He breathed into my mouth... He caught it... He wheezed... If I could've felt his cock... Oh, if only I could've... I know it would've been hard... Fuck... It... Would've... Been... Huge!”
I sucked her clit and cunt into my mouth at once, tonguing and probing her as if I were fucking her with the most magnificent part of my anatomy. Her behaviour was abhorrent, atrocious and oh so fucking arousing. The alcohol could wear off us both and we would reassess the situation and our respective standing... When the moment permitted it. The present moment was to address the primal, promiscuous needs of my slutty girlfriend. And in seconds – not hours, not minutes – the devilish, despicable and delectably dark shadows I had hidden for too long. “Slut,” I mouthed into her sex.
“Yes!” Jill cried, and ejaculated her hot, sweet and sticky juices into my gaping mouth.
I reiterated my ravishing assault on her, lovingly lapping up her liquid. “Slut,” I murmured.
Her body rocked violently, unleashing fresh dispenses over my stubble, lips and jaw.
“Slut!” I bellowed, spilling moisture on the floor.
“Eat it!” she ordered, and clutched my cranium tightly, clamping me to her cunt and her legs to my shoulders, ferociously fucking my face for all I was worth.
“Sl-” I was muffled. “-ut!”
Jill's orgasm amplified around my ample tongue deep in her velvet temple. “Ah-ah fuck! Oh-oh... Yes!” Her juices squirted into my mouth.
I hungrily ignored instincts she had taught me were due to my inexperience and swallowed the warm fluid.
“Fuck, yes! Eat me, Ma-ah-at!” Jill's body flailed in sporadic, ectopic convulsions. Her pussy prodded further. Her hips huddled closer. Her abdomen tensed and shook. A final, climatic crescendo exploded from her insides, coating my mouth, my hand, my cock and my thighs below
in fresh, delicious and delightful juice. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, Matt, baby, you eat my pussy so goo-ood.”
I slurped a long, lustful lick from the split of her pussy above her anus, along the reddened, moist crack of her cunt and eventually to her inviting hood, swallowing her clitoris in a final, indecent assault.
“Mmmmmm,” she muttered, lying back and allowing her head and hair to fall away from the other edge of the coffee table.
“Slut,” I said, massaging her cooling juices into my crotch.
Jill was reaching for my cigarettes across the table.
I leaned back from her, gazing in amazement and in pride at the debauched beauty of her nakedness. I would allow her a smoke break. A smoke break and no more. My fingers found the leather of my belt.
Jill's punishment was almost upon her.
7
“So,” I began, gently tickling the inside of her thigh with the fingers of one hand and the inside of her other with the material of my belt, “you seem to like that word... Slut.”
Jill shivered, the folds of her pussy lips responding to the deliberate coolness I blew upon her.
“You've been a naughty girl tonight.” I pulled Jill until she sat up.
She sucked seductively on the cigarette, puffed out and fixed her eyes on the belt. “What are you going to do with that?” she asked tentatively, her mood and poise yielding under the comedown of her orgasm.
“I'm going to beat you, Jill.” I was still kneeling before her, knees parted and erection standing.
She feigned innocence, tapping ash on the table. “But...” She bit her lower lip. “... Why?”
“I'll tell you, sweetheart, one smack across your hole at a time.” I snatched the cigarette from her mouth, stuffed it in mine and sucked an inhalation of success. Of victory. Of dominance. “Stand.” I leaned back on the sofa, overtly aware of her eyes excited and concentrated on my crotch.
Jill dropped her bare feet on the floor, stretched and stood before me. Her pussy lips hid between her thighs and under a slight mound of pubic hair.
“Open,” I said, and pushed the steel buckle of the belt between her knees.
Jill complied, retreating instinctively from the cold metal, but parting her legs at the thighs.
I steadied her in place, then ran the buckle up her soaking skin towards her cunt. “I'm going to... Hell, I'll just show you.” I laughed, riding over my concerns for her behaviour at the dinner, and pushed the metal hook of the buckle between her pussy lips.
Jill stifled a shiver, inadvertently huddling her hips and hiding her lips deeper between her crevice.
“Clasp your hands behind your back.” I prodded her entrance further with the slim hook.
“Matt,” she gasped, folding her arms over the beginning of her hips. “It's so cold.”
I eased it in and out of her. “Then warm it, slut. Warm it with your hot, wet juices.”
She nodded, as goosebumps dotted around the shaven edges of her pussy lips. “Oooooh, baby.”
“Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you, Jill?”
“Yes, I've seen the sites you visited on my laptop.” She was cocky, forgetting the leather belt which hung from the hook in her cunt.
“But you haven't seen the browsing history on my laptop,” I said, then pushed the hook all the way inside her until the rest of the cold metal buckle caressed her lips.
“Matt, oooooh God, it's so cold.”
I grinned, stubbing out the cigarette. “You like it, though.”
She gulped, shivered and curled her toes.
Jill's discomfort was my encouragement. “You don't like it?” I pushed the heel of my hand against the buckle, sealing it to her skin.
Jill winced. “No, Matt.”
I rotated my hand on her. “But you seem to enjoy things you don't like, right?”
Jill closed her eyes.
“Like Sean's lips on yours. His insults. The way he looks at you like you're a piece of meat...” I pushed my finger through the buckle to the hook and dragged it upwards against the rough insides of her sex. “A cheap piece of meat, Jill. He can't call you anything but a slut now for how you behaved tonight... I can't call you anything but a slut... The way you had hard cocks against you.” I yanked the belt from her.
Jill recoiled, stumbling and inhaling suddenly. She threw her hands up as I stood. “No, Matt, please, I've changed my mind, I don't want you to beat me.”
I seized her waist, twisted her and pushed her forward onto the coffee table, exposing her ass in the air. “Too late, slut.”
She grabbed forward at the wood, seeking the edge to pull herself clear.
I slapped my hand on her ass cheeks, then pinned her forcefully to the table.
Jill squirmed, jostling her legs and her arms, flailing her blonde hair wildly. “No!”
“Slut,” I muttered, moving my palm to the small of her back.
“Don't-”
The leather of the belt swished through the air and smacked harshly against both round, pert cheeks of her fantastic ass.
“Aaaaah-ooooow-oooooh,” she cried, and stilled suddenly.
I blew gently across her ass, then released her. “Don't fucking move, slut.”
Jill lay across the coffee table, exposed and vulnerable, her head turned away from me to the clock on the mantelpiece.
I walked around the rectangular table, eyeing my prey. I folded the belt and slapped it against my palm.
Jill grimaced. “Please don't hurt me, Matt.”
“I'll hurt you no more... Than you hurt me.” I studied my girlfriend. How I longed for cuffs to restrain her. For rope to bind her. To hold her. To fix her in place.
Jill nibbled her lip, as I walked around her again to the sofa. I stood and surveyed her beautiful form. I gently lowered the belt onto her buttocks. “You didn't finish your story, Jill.” I slowly pulled the leather over her curves. “The last thing you told me was you wanted to feel his cock... His huge cock, you said.”
Her body physically tensed under my scrutiny.
I couldn't help but place my palm around my hard cock and milk myself through a few sensual strokes. “What happened next?”
“Nothing.”
I slapped the belt on her left cheek, marking a beautiful welt upon her.
“Aoooow.”
I watched her skin redden. “Something had to happen, Jill.” Her right cheek looked delightful. “You didn't just miraculously appear at home in the taxi.”
Her silence would prove her undoing.
“I don't believe you... Slut.” I unleashed the belt rapidly against her, slamming down hard on her right cheek. I pulled it away, folded it again and slapped it across her entire, bountiful ass.
Jill squirmed away.
I flung the belt down, missing most of her buttocks, and slapped the small of her back.
She cried out, whimpering.
“Hold still, you fucking slut!”
The room stopped suddenly. The walls closed in. Appearing smaller. Tighter. A cell more confined. Confined to my composure. My direction. My command.
I leaned down to her ear. “The next time you try to pull away from your punishment, I won't be responsible for what I do to you, Jill.” I breathed on her face, watching her beautiful blue eyes blink. “Tell me you understand me.”
Her breasts heaved as she sighed deeply.
I grabbed and groped at her ass. “Last chance, Jill.”
She defied my decree, resilient in her silence.
“I... Hope... Jill, that you are going to secretly enjoy this.” I masked the growing momentum of a chuckle. “I know I will.”
“Wa-”
The leather belt cracked against her behind, smacking a sound which reverberated around the room and across the walls. I was careful in my administration, building more power in each strike. I struck her again. Building towards a flame. A fire. A ferocity.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!”
I whipped a final thud of the b
elt across the bottom of both cheeks, stinging the tops of thighs which had previously been left untouched.
Jill sucked in hysterical breaths, turning her head towards me. Her eyes pleaded in submissive silence. Her mouth rounded in dramatic O's. Her body ragged and stilled.
“Talk,” I said, motioning my foreskin back and forth before her. “Or I'll gag you with this until you choke.”
“Okay, okay, Matt, please just don't hit me again.” A stream of mascara careered down her face. “I'll tell you what happened.”
I touched the red welts on her backside, lovingly stroking her injuries and proudly displaying my arousal to her. “Sean breathed into your mouth. He was holding your waist. You wanted to touch his cock... Continue.”
“He... Oh, Matt, please don't hit me-”
“Tell me what fucking happened!” I shouted, and smacked my palm against her cheeks.
“Aaaaah-ooooow!” Jill wriggled on the table, scuffing her knees on the wood.
I stepped up and placed the sole of my foot on the small of her back. “Last chance to confess... And if you leave out a single detail, Jill, and I ever find out, this beating will be nothing compared to the one you receive.”
“He...” She was gasping for breath. “He-”
“Call him by his fucking name, slut!” I mauled her ass, slipping my middle finger between her crack and into the soft, wet opening of her pussy.
“Sean!” she cried, losing herself between the lust and the shame of her transgressive behaviour. “Sean! Sean! Sean!” She twisted her head until she was face down, staring into the wood, and her blonde hair flowed over the edge of the table. “Sean... He tightened his grip on my side, like he wanted to pull me into him... I... I... Oh shit, I wanted him to pull me into him... I wanted to surrender to him... His size... His money... His tongue... His fucking possessiveness... But he wouldn't take it... He wasn't man enough to have me... He did... Nothing.”
I yanked my finger from her cunt. “You tell me now, Jill.” I placed the underside of my fingertip over the puckered knot of her anus. “Or else.”