Perverted Fantasies

by Evan Harder

  “Harder,” I say. “Slap it harder.”

  So he does.

  I groan. “That’s right. Do it again. Like you mean it.”

  He does, slapping my ass with both hands now, the smacking sound mixing with his heavy breathing and my moans of pleasure to create a strangely addicting cacophony. The unmistakable sounds of sex.

  And then he climbs to his feet. Leaning in towards me, his hard cock pressing up against my back, his mouth next to my ear, he says, “Are you ready for my cock?”

  Biting my bottom lip, I turn my head so I’m facing him and nod.

  “Say it,” he says as he reaches around, grabs one of my tits and squeezes. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I’m ready for your cock,” I say.

  “What do you want me to do with it?”

  “I want you to fuck with me it,” I say, telling him what he needs to hear. “I want you to stick it in my pussy and slam it into me. I want you to treat me like a dirty little slut.”

  “If you insist,” Andy says, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. He grabs ahold of his cock and guides it inside my pussy, giving me just the tip for a moment before sticking it all the way inside. I’m so wet that it slides in without a hint of resistance.

  He starts off slow but I’m too far along for that, so I slam my ass back against him, once, twice, three times, nearly knocking him off-balance.

  “Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” he says good-naturedly. “All right then.”

  He grabs ahold of my waist and starts pumping me crazily, his hips slamming up against my ass, jarring me, my whole body feeling the effects of his body hammering against mine, his grunts filling up the room.

  I straighten my legs out, muscles taut, sticking my ass further up into the air. I put my palms against the wall to balance myself and give me a little more leverage. “Oh yeah,” I scream as another orgasm peeks it head around the corner. “Right there. That’s the spot. Give it to me. Give it to me! Yes, yes, yes!”

  My talking just causes him to up the intensity even further, which is exactly the point. A few seconds later and I’m cumming again, this time even more violently than the first, juices gushing out of me, making my pussy even wetter. Andy doesn’t even slow down, just powering right through and not letting up at all.

  I look back at him, wanting to watch him as he fucks me. The look on his face is pure intensity. Gone is the trepidation from earlier. He’s totally flipped. No more mister nice guy. Now he was Andy the animal. The fuck machine. Just what I was looking for. My work was done here. It was time to sit back and enjoy the ride.

  And what a ride it is. Still hammering into me with no end in sight, already two orgasms in, he drags me down to the floor and forces me to my hands and knees. Sidling up behind me, he slips his cock into me and fucks me from behind, doggy-style, his hands spreading my ass, holding it open for his viewing pleasure, then working their way up to my shoulders and finally my hair as he grabs ahold and pulls, lifting my head up and back, towards him, forcing me to arch my back, giving him deeper access to my pussy. He’s slamming into me, his animalistic groans in time with his thrusts, my yelps of pleasure slightly exaggerated for his consumption.

  Then, with his cock still inside me, he lets go of my hair and climbs to his feet. With one leg on each side of me he moves forward, getting on top of me, altering his angle of entry, giving himself more leverage to hammer me from behind.

  His hands push down on the back of my head, forcing my shoulders down and my face to the floor. He holds me down while he fucks me, the feeling of helplessness liberating in this situation, me not having any control whatsoever heightening my pleasure, bringing yet another orgasm within range.

  I’m too far gone right now even for words, the sounds coming from my mouth the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Andy fucks me into oblivion. I turn my head slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of him as he slams into me and for some reason this puts me over the edge. I scream into the rug as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful.

  But Andy still doesn’t slow down. He’s in his own world now, oblivious to my whims, my wants, my needs. Which is just fine by me. After all, that’s why I came to him tonight, because I wanted to be owned, dominated, fucked into submission. And he’s doing a fine job of it.

  Sometime later, Andy pulls out, climbs to his feet and spins me over onto my back. He lifts my ass into the air and pushes my legs down so my knees are next to my head, folding me in half with my ass up. The piledriver. Not my favorite position but that’s okay. I know Andy likes it and I’ve already had my fun. This is for him now. Time to let him do what he wants, to allow him to get off, to make him happy.

  He straddles me, his big, muscular body looming over me, then squats to bring his cock down to my pussy. Using both hands he spreads my pussy then sticks his cock inside me. He grabs ahold of my ankles and spreads my legs, holding them wide, opening up my pussy to accept his cock.

  His leg muscles working hard, he drives his hips down into me faster and faster, fucking me with reckless abandon as he approaches orgasm. He is staring down at my face, clearly enjoying the control he has over me, getting off on my helplessness as he fucks me, his cock going deeper and deeper inside me, causing me to squirm in pleasure.

  “Do it, do it, just like that,” I say, my voice higher-pitched and softer than usual, playing up my helplessness, my lack of control. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours, Andy. Give it to me. Make me pay, Andy. Make me pay.”

  I can tell from his reaction that this line of dialogue turns him on. His pumps become faster, more powerful, more meaningful. He is marching quickly towards orgasm, and I’m going to help him get there.

  “Punish me,” I say. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am, Andy. Punish me!”

  He grimaces and lets out a sharp breath. I’ve seen that face before. I know exactly what it means. He’s gonna cum.

  “Cum on my face, Andy,” I say. “I want you to cum on my face.”

  Again, not my favorite thing in the world, but I know that’s what Andy wants, what he’s waiting for, and it’s worth it to keep him happy.

  He pumps his cock into me a few more times and then he’s scrambling down, squatting even further, his legs hooked over mine, forcing my knees to the floor as his cocks looms large over my face, his expression one of intense pleasure as he jerks his cock and sends his hot of cum all over me. It’s a huge load, three giant streams plus a few smaller ones, covering my chin, my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead, even my hair. Getting everywhere. But that’s all right. I don’t mind. Anything to make Andy happy.

  And happy he is, smiling and laughing like a high-schooler. I lift my head and suck on the tip of his cock, taking the last couple drops of cum into my mouth, milking him for all he’s worth.

  “Holy shit,” he says, shaking his body one last time and climbing to his feet. “You’re one hell of a fuck, Missy.”

  “You’re not too shabby yourself, Andy.”

  Smiling, he holds his hand out and pulls me to my feet.

  “What do you say we take a shower and get some food and then do it all over again,” he says.

  “Sounds like a plan,” I say.

  Because there’s no such thing as too much sex. At least not for a dirty little slut like me.

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  A SURPRISE PEGGING

  Never in his wildest dreams did Greg Bailey think that by midnight he’d be blindfolded and gagged on the bed of a woman he hadn’t even known when the day started, but he sure was excited at the way the night was playing out. Especially now, as this insanely hot, completely perverted, bad-ass of a woman named Hailey Weston was pummeling his asshole from behind with her big, black dildo, making him scream and causing him pain in that oh-so-wonderful way.

  It had started in a bar two hours prior, where he’d seen this glorious blonde, with a slim, athletic body and tits the size of watermelons. She was wear
ing a slinky black leather dress and high-heeled boots, and although pretty much every guy in the place was sneaking looks at her, only Greg had shown the balls to go up and talk to her.

  After about an hour of conversation and ten shots each, Hailey cut to the chase. “What do you say we go back to my place and get freaky,” she’d said.

  “That sounds great,” Greg had replied.

  “But I have to warn you, my idea of freaky is a bit different than most,” Hailey had said.

  “That’s good to hear,” Greg had answered. “Because so is mine.”

  Then, after a few more drinks at her place, and some real honest, open talks, they both realized that they were into the same kind of freaky shit. Namely, femdom. So one thing led to another, which led them here, with Hailey fucking Greg’s ass the way he’d always wanted to be fucked: the way he fucked women; hammering away with reckless abandon with no care for the other person’s wants and needs, talking dirty the entire time.

  “Take it you piece of shit,” Hailey snarled as she grabbed ahold of Greg’s hair and yanked back, arching his spine and allowing her dildo to penetrate his ass more deeply. “Take it like a man. You can handle it. You’re a tough guy, aren’t you?”

  Greg nodded his head vigorously. He tried to answer her verbally but the ball-gag was making it impossible. The only audible sounds were Hailey’s demanding voice and the muffled sounds of Greg’s screams.

  “Yeah, you say you are, but sure as hell don’t sound like one right now,” Hailey said in a mocking tone. “You sound just like every other little bitch I’ve fucked before.”

  And with that, Hailey began to hammer away at him even more mercilessly, grabbing him by the hips and pulling his body towards hers as she slammed forward, driving the dildo deep into his asshole, bottoming out with every pump.

  “There you go,” Hailey said, putting one foot up on the bed for more leverage. “That’s what I’m talking about. I love fucking you from behind, watching your tight little ass slam back into me. You like it too, don’t you, Greg? My fucking little ass slut?”

  Greg yelled out a yes that was muffled by the ball-gag but still got the point across.

  “Yes you do, yes you do,” Hailey said, speaking to him in tones normally reserved for a dog. “And you want it harder too, don’t you?”

  Greg nodded his head up and down as she continued slamming away at him. Hailey replied by upping the ante, smacking away at his asscheeks with her open palm, slapping them over and over and over again until they were bright red and he cried out in pain.

  Hailey finished off this part of the session by driving her cock all the way into his asshole, balls-deep, and holding it there while Greg squirmed and groaned and saliva dripped out of his mouth and around the gag.

  Finally she pulled out, giving him a moment’s respite, which he desperately needed. Even though he was thoroughly enjoying himself, he definitely could use at least a few seconds to get himself back together.

  He could sense Hailey moving around behind him but remained in place, waiting to see what was going to come next, like a good little slave.

  “Well, as much fun as that was,” Hailey said, coming around so she was in front of Greg. “It’s time we mix things up a bit.” She slipped his blindfold off, allowing him to gaze up at her incredible body. “How does that sound?”

  Greg tried to say it sounded great but the gag muffled most of it.

  Hailey laughed. “Ooops, I forgot. You don’t get a say in it.” She tilted her head and gave him a devilish look. “And that’s just how you like it, right?”

  Greg nodded.

  Smiling, Hailey said, “But don’t worry, I’ll take that gag off in a little bit. When I’m ready for you to suck your ass juices off this dildo. Does that sound good to you?”

  Greg nodded again.

  “Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t know if I believe you.”

  Greg moved his head up and down more vigorously and said, “Yes, I’m positive,” even though he knew she wouldn’t be able to make it out properly.

  “That’s better,” Hailey said. “In fact, I think I might have you suck on it now. It’s pretty fucking dirty from that ass-fucking I just gave you.” Her grin was evil. “What do you say, Greg? Do you want me to fuck your throat with this dildo while it’s still got the remains of your asshole all over it?”

  He nodded as vigorously as before.

  “Well, if you insist,” Hailey said, leaning over and undoing the ball-gag.

  Greg coughed and swallowed hard, trying to get air back into his lungs now that he was able to breathe properly.

  “That’s it,” Hailey said, grinning madly. “Go ahead and get yourself right. Catch your breath. Get nice and filled up with air. You’re going to need it.”

  Greg took a deep breath and let it out as slowly as possible. Then another.

  “Are you ready?” she asked.

  “I’m ready,” he replied.

  “Good,” Hailey said, positioning him so he was on his stomach and his mouth was right at the edge of the bed, allowing her to stand on the floor in front of him with her strap-on directly in front of his face. “Then open wide, baby, because here it comes.”

  Greg did as he was told, wrapping his lips around the dildo as Hailey thrust it forward. And she didn’t treat him gently, jamming her cock halfway down his throat right from the get-go, causing him to gag and cough violently.

  “No, no, no,” she said as he tried to force her cock out of his mouth. But Hailey held it there, halfway down Greg’s throat, her hands on the back of his head to make sure he didn’t try to get away. “You’re not going anywhere until I say so.”

  Greg gagged again, forcing a stream of saliva out of his mouth and onto the bed. His eyes were leaking tears and snot was dribbling out of his nose.

  “Look up at me,” Hailey said. “Eye contact, baby. Always maintain eye contact. You know that, even if you’re usually on the other side of it.”

  Greg turned his head upwards to gaze up at Hailey. The change in the angle caused him to gag once again, more violently this time.

  “That’s better,” she said, a devilish grin tickling her lips. “Now you’re starting to get it.”

  Hailey held her cock in his throat for another couple of seconds before finally pulling back.

  Greg coughed and struggled for breath. His face was bright red and his entire body was tingling.

  “It’s not that easy to suck cock, is it?” Hailey said, smiling down at him. “Especially when you’ve got a fat cock with ass juices all over it.”

  Greg shook his head from side to side.

  “What?” Hailey said. “I can’t hear you?”

  “No,” he said. “It’s not.”

  “And that’s nothing compared to what you usually do to other girls,” Hailey said. “No, I bet you jam your whole cock all the way down their throat and keep it there until they’re ready to pass out, don’t you?”

  A little grin found its way onto Greg’s face as he recalled all the times he’d done just that.

  “Yeah, I thought so,” Hailey said. “So why don’t you go ahead and turn over onto your back and hang your head over the side of the bed so I can get some payback for all those girls you’ve deepthroated over the years.”

  Greg did as he was told, his grin disappearing quickly as Hailey jammed the dildo into his mouth once again. This time, at least, she got there gradually, pumping his mouth with medium-paced thrusts, giving him more and more of her cock until eventually she was slamming the whole thing into his mouth.

  “Holy shit this is so fucking hot,” Hailey laughed. “No wonder you guys love doing this so much! It looks fucking awesome!”

  Greg was too preoccupied to acknowledge her in any way. He was just trying to keep from gagging so hard he puked. Which became even harder as soon as Hailey slammed the dildo all the way into his mouth and held it there, deepthroating him while he squirmed and his legs bounced against the bed and saliva poured out of
his mouth and down his upside-down hanging head and into his nose and eyes.

  “Hold it, hold it,” Hailey said, staring gleefully down at him. “Don’t you let that cock out of your mouth. Don’t you fucking dare! Not until I say you can!”

  Greg gagged mightily, barely keeping himself from throwing up. A couple seconds later he gagged again, but less violently this time.

  “Good boy, good boy! You’re starting to get it now! Just five more seconds and I’ll let you go,” Hailey said. And then she started counting down.

  “Five.

  “Four.

  “Three.”

  Scoot gagged again, so violently that it lifted his body up off the bed. But still Hailey held the cock in his throat.

  “That was a close one,” she said, giggling, before continuing the count.

  “Two.

  “And one,” Hailey said, backing the dildo out of Greg’s mouth and allowing him to breathe once again.

  He did so fiercely, gasping and coughing, drawing breath until he was relatively no longer in danger of passing out.

  “That was quite impressive,” Hailey said. “So impressive, in fact, that I’m going to reward you.”

  “You’re going to let me fuck you?” Greg asked, even though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.

  “Don’t be silly,” she replied, looking at him like he was crazy.

  “You’re going to suck my cock?” he asked, even though he knew that answer to that one too.

  “No, not quite,” Hailey said again.

  “Then what?” he asked.

  “I’m going to finish you off while I’m fucking your ass,” Hailey said, giving him a couple smacks on the cheek. “Your cock looks like it could use the relief.”

  It was then that Greg noticed that his cock was rock-hard. He’d been so busy trying to keep from losing it that he hadn’t even realized he had a raging hard-on. “Has it been like that the whole time?” he asked.