Perverted Fantasies

by Evan Harder

  “I want to lick my pussy juices off your cock,” she said, looking up at me. “Is that okay with you?”

  Smiling widely, I nodded my head and she went to work with her tongue, running it up and down my cock. Once it was clean she took my cock in her mouth, just the tip at first, then more and more of it until it had completely disappeared.

  I stood there with the water beating down on me and Madison deepthroating me for what seemed like an eternity before she released her hold on my cock.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I said, marveling at Madison’s abilities.

  “Did you like that, baby?” she said, her eyes twinkling and her mouth turned up in a little smile.

  “I fucking love it,” I said.

  “Not as much as I do,” Madison replied.

  “Oh, I doubt that,” I said, smiling.

  “Are you ready for some more?” she asked.

  “Not yet,” I replied.

  “But I thought you liked it?” Madison said, pouting.

  “I do, I do,” I said. “But I liked it a little too much. And I want to mess around some more before I finish up.”

  “Are you serious?” Madison asked.

  “Completely,” I replied.

  “Damn,” she said, laughing and shaking her head. “I really haven’t ever met a man like you before.”

  “I told you,” I said, lifting Madison to her feet. Once she was up, I backed her to the bench and sat her down, then sat down on the floor of the shower in front of her. I opened her legs wide and started eating her pussy.

  I love eating women out because there’s no danger of finishing, so you can just relax and go to work without having to worry about cumming. Plus most women enjoy it just as much, if not more, than actual sex. So the way I saw things, it was a win-win.

  Certainly, Madison was enjoying it. She was moaning and groaning louder than she had all night, especially when I mixed things up, like suck on her clit or stick a couple fingers inside her and finger-fuck her while I ate her out.

  At one point, Madison grabbed ahold of my hair and held me between her legs, smashing me against her pussy. While she held me in place, she pushed her hips forward and rode my rigid tongue, grinding against me with serious force.

  Half a minute later she unleashed a guttural groan that was more intense than any other sound she’d made all night.

  “Ho-ly shit,” she said shortly after, her voice missing the control it had maintained all night up until that point. “Right there, right fucking there,” she practically screamed. “Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

  I had no plans on stopping even before she’d said anything, but just to be sure, she wrapped her legs around my neck so I couldn’t move.

  Madison grinded against my face harder and faster than ever as she rose towards another orgasm. Her pussy was soaking wet, drenching me as much as the water from the shower was, her juices covering my face.

  And then she was there. She sucked in a sharp gasp of air, then her body froze for a few seconds before she exhaled and her pussy released another wave of wetness, soaking me even further.

  Madison released her leg-lock on my head and used my hair to pull me to my knees, so my cock was pressing against her. Breathing deeply, her body still shuddering and her eyes locked on mine, she grabbed ahold of my cock and guiding it towards her pussy. Without saying a word, she slipped my cock inside her and aggressively shoved her tongue into my mouth.

  I was close to cumming by now so I didn’t waste any time going slow. I immediately started hammering away at her pussy, giving my cock to her in long, fast strokes while we continued to make out. My hand moved up her smooth, wet stomach and I grabbed ahold of her tit and gave it a squeeze in an attempt to relieve some of the tension in my body but it didn’t help at all. I was too far along to slow down.

  I grabbed ahold of her legs and threw them over my shoulders, giving me more leverage. With my hands still squeezing Madison’s tits, I fucked her with everything I had, pounding her pussy, giving her my cock balls-deep.

  “Holy shit,” I said under my breath. It was just about that time. And Madison knew it too.

  “It’s your turn, baby,” she said, staring directly at me. “It’s your turn to cum. Are you ready?”

  I nodded vigorously.

  “Then cum inside me,” Madison said. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

  I did as she asked, thrusting my hips forward one last time and then holding my body in place with my cock deep inside her pussy. I shuddered slightly as I came, my breath releasing in a rush, then shivered for a few seconds as I finished releasing.

  “Wow,” Madison said once we’d decoupled from each other and stood back up. “Just, wow.”

  “Yeah,” I said, laughing. “Tell me about it.”

  “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you were way better than I was expecting,” she said.

  “Don’t worry, I hear that all the time,” I said.

  “Well you won’t be hearing it from me ever again,” Madison said, planting a kiss on my lips. “Because next time I’ll be expecting it.”

  A satisfied smile wormed its way onto my face. “Next time,” I said. “I like the sound of that.”

  “Yep,” Madison said, returning my grin. “And the time after that, and the time after that, and the time after that too.”

  The sound of our laughs filled up the shower.

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  THE ALPHA FEMALE GETS MANHANDLED

  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 Johnny’s number. He’s exactly what I need today.

  Johnny 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 Johnny’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 Johnny’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.

  Johnny opens the door and ushers me in. I drop m
y 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 Johnny 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,” Johnny 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,” Johnny 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.

  Johnny 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. Johnny 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.”

  Johnny 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?” Johnny 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.

  Johnny 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 Johnny 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 Johnny 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 fucking shit you’re a nasty fucking slut,” Johnny 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,” Johnny says as he starts rubbing his ass back and forth along my face, riding my tongue with his asshole. “Hold it right fucking there.”

  Johnny 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 m
e 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.

  Johnny 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.”

  Johnny 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.

  Johnny 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.

  Johnny drops his asshole onto my mouth again and rides my face for a few seconds, but his heart isn’t really in it. It’s clear he’s ready to move onto something else.

  Grabbing me by the hair, he stands up, lifting me up in the process. He hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my waist, and hoists me up. Then he spins me around and drops me on the couch, this time on my back but upside down. My legs are draped over the back of the couch and my head is hanging just off the cushion.

  Facing me now, Johnny drops to his knees. His raging cock is resting on the underside of my chin. He smacks me with it a couple of times and then sticks it in my mouth.