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RACY & EROTIC

8 SEXY TALES

JT Holland

Copyright 2019 by JT Holland

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

NO MEN NECESSARY

PUNISHING THE ROOMMATE

RELUCTANT SUBMISSION

ONE HELL OF A DIRTY GIRL

ROBBING THE CRADLE

MY BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR

TROLLING FOR MEN

EROTIC CONNECTION

AUTHOR’S NOTE


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NO MEN NECESSARY


 

Molly and Tammy have been roommates for almost two years now. At first, they were just that, roommates and nothing more. But as the months rolled on and neither one could find a man worth spending more than a couple of nights with (if even that) they started to wonder if men were even necessary.

After all, they enjoyed each other’s company far more than they enjoyed hanging out with men. They understood each other, got along great, and both thought the other was sexy as hell.

In fact, as the days wore on, and they started talking about their feelings towards one another (usually with some alcohol involved) they started to realize that the only thing men had that they needed were cocks. And those were easy enough to approximate.

So they ventured down to the local sex shop and bought a dildo.

And the rest was history.

They quickly realized that men were not needed. Not at all.

Now they spend pretty much every night getting freaky in every way possible. But tonight was going to be special. Molly was going to take things to a whole different level. She was going to take control and push Tammy’s boundaries to places they’ve never been before. And Tammy was going to love it.

 

#

 

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Molly asks.

They’re on the couch, having just dusted off a couple bottles of wine. They are wearing comfortable cotton robes and nothing else.

“I’m positive,” Tammy says. “I want you to push the envelope.”

“Then take off that robe and get down on the floor,” Molly says. “And let’s get this show on the road.”

Smiling, Tammy does as she’s told, slipping the robe off, showing off her tight, tiny body, then dropping to the floor. She’s sitting on her knees, looking at Molly, smiling widely.

“That’s a good girl,” Molly says. She too climbs off the couch and slips out of the robe. Then she walks towards Tammy until she’s standing above her. Looking down at her roommate, her pussy just a few inches from Tammy’s face, Molly grabs the back of Tammy’s head and pushes on it until Tammy’s face is pressing against her pussy.

“Get that tongue in there,” Molly says, looking down as Tammy eats her out. “Don’t be shy. Tongue-fuck my snatch you dirty little slut.”

Tammy obliges, slipping her tongue deep inside Molly’s pussy.

“There you go,” Molly says, holding Tammy’s head in place, smashing her face against Molly’s flesh. “Just like that. Good girl.”

Molly holds Tammy in place for a full ten seconds before letting go of her head. Tammy pulls back and tries to get some air into her lungs.   

As Tammy catches her breath, Molly turns around. She bends over and puts one hand on each of her asscheeks and spreads her ass wide then backs it up into Tammy’s face.

Tammy starts in on Molly’s pussy, burying her face in it, forcing her tongue deep inside her. She’s still not quite caught her breath, but that turns Molly on even more, hearing Tammy struggling for air while eating her out.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Molly says. “That’s a good girl. Get that tongue in my pussy. As deep as you can.”

Tammy obliges, forcing her face deeper between Molly’s legs. Molly helps her out, reaching back and again grabbing ahold of the back of Tammy’s head and holding her in place, buried deep inside her pussy.

Tammy is making gasping, choked noises. They are muffled by Molly’s pussy but audible nonetheless. After a few seconds, Tammy tries to pull away to get better access to air.

But Molly is having none of it. She holds tight to Tammy’s head, keeping it in place, smashed against her pussy.

“Where are you going?” Molly says. “I didn’t say you could breathe yet.”

Tammy’s feet are banging on the carpet and her body is shaking slightly. She obviously wants out of the situation but there’s not really all that much she can do.

Besides, Molly knows Tammy is fine. If she’s able to fight this hard, she still has plenty of air in her lungs. Her body is just panicking but she’s in no real danger.

“Just relax,” Molly says, still holding her in place. “You’re fine.”

But Tammy isn’t listening. Or at least, her body isn’t. It’s still quivering around like a fish on dry land.

“Five more seconds and I’ll let you go,” Molly says. And she begins to countdown.

Tammy relaxes a little bit now that the end is near.

“Five,” Molly says. “Four. Three. Two. One.”

Once she’s done counting, Molly releases Tammy’s head.

Tammy detaches from Molly’s pussy and immediately starts gasping for breath. Her face is bright red and glistening in the light from Tammy’s juices. But despite all this, she’s got a wide smile on her face.

“Very good,” Molly says. “I’m impressed.”

“Thanks,” Tammy says.

“I take it you liked it?”

“Afterwards, yes,” Tammy says. “But during, I’m not going to lie. I was panicking a little bit.”

“That’s just your body’s natural reaction to lack of quality air,” Molly says. “It starts to freak out. But in the end, that’s what makes the experience so enjoyable.”

“It certainly was enjoyable,” Tammy says.

“Just wait,” Molly says. “That was just the beginning. On your hands and knees with your ass up in the air.”

Smiling, Tammy does as she’s told, her perfect little ass right in front of Molly’s face, her asshole open and beckoning.

“That’s a good little slut,” Molly says. She gives Tammy a little smack on the ass then drops down to her hands and knees too, so her face is at the same level as Tammy’s ass.

Ignoring her pussy, Molly goes straight for Tammy’s asshole, lapping at it like she’s a kitten drinking milk, getting it nice and wet.

Tammy lets out a little yelp of surprise and pleasure. It’s obvious she isn’t expecting this turn of events.

And Molly is just getting started. Now that Tammy’s asshole is warmed up, it’s time to get busy. Making her tongue rigid, Molly slides it into Tammy’s anus.

“Holy fucking shit,” Tammy says, her voice a high-pitched moan. “Jesus Christ that feels fucking good.”

After holding her tongue deep in Tammy’s asshole for a bit, Molly starts bouncing her head against Tammy’s ass, her still-rigid tongue moving in and out of Tammy’s asshole. She bangs Tammy’s asshole with her tongue for half a minute, then smashes her face against Tammy’s ass, hold her tongue deep inside Tammy for a few seconds before backing off.

As Tammy moans and groans in excitement, Molly comes around to the other side of Tammy, so she’s facing her, then grabs ahold of her roommate’s shoulders and pulls them to the ground until Tammy’s head is between Molly’s legs and her ass is sticking further up in the air.

Pinning Tammy’s head between her legs, Molly and goes back to licking her asshole. She runs her tongue around Tammy’s anus then slips her tongue inside it.

Sliding her body forward so she’s straddling Tammy’s upper body, only facing the opposite direction, Molly leans forward and spreads Tammy’s asscheeks. She gathers up some saliva and lets it drip from her mouth into Tammy’s ass crack, watching is it slides down towards Tammy’s asshole.

Once that wad of spit reaches her asshole, Molly uses her index finger to rub it in, loosening up Tammy’s anus and getting it nice and wet. While Tammy moans beneath her, Molly slips the tip of her middle finger into Tammy’s asshole and starts working it around.

Tammy lets out a little squeal and starts breathing more deeply before getting used to the violation and settling in a bit.

Once Tammy relaxes, Molly slips her finger further inside her and works it around in larger circles.

“That’s a good girl,” Molly says. “You’re starting to get the hang of this. Are you ready for another finger?”

“Fuck yeah,” Tammy says, her voice full of excitement. “Give it to me.”

So Molly does, sliding her index finger into Tammy’s asshole alongside her middle finger. It’s a tight fit at first, but Molly works her fingers like a pro, and pretty soon Tammy’s asshole is accepting both of fingers with relative ease.

“You’re doing great,” Molly says. “But now that your asshole is good and wet and loosened up, it’s time to up the ante a bit.”

“I’m ready,” Tammy says.

“Are you sure?” Molly asks. “This is a going to be a pretty big step up.”

“Bring it on,” Tammy says. “I can handle it.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Molly says.

Molly lets  her fingers slip out of Tammy’s asshole and climbs off of her friend. She reaches into the drawer of a nearby desk and digs into it, pulling out a pink, 16-inch long, double-sided dildo.

“Look what I have for you,” Molly says, smiling and waving it in Tammy’s face.

“That’s going in my asshole?” Tammy says.

Molly nods, grinning wider.

“I don’t know about that,” Tammy says.

“Don’t worry, you can handle it,” Molly says. “I wouldn’t be breaking it out if you couldn’t.”

“If you say so.”

“I do,” Molly says. “I do.”

“Then let’s get down to business.”

“Pretty soon,” Molly says. “But first we need to get it all wet. Care to join me?”

“With pleasure,” Tammy says.

“Open wide,” Molly says. Tammy obliges.

Molly takes one side of the dildo and slips it into Tammy’s mouth until almost half of it disappears, then holds it in her roommate’s throat until Tammy starts to gag before letting it slide back out.

As Tammy catches her breath, Molly sticks the other half of the dildo into her own mouth and blows it for a few seconds before effortlessly taking half of it down her throat. Tammy gets in on the fun, taking other end of the dildo in her hand and sliding it into her mouth.

Now with one girl on each side, both Molly and Tammy start sucking on the dildo, bobbing their heads forward and back, gradually making more of the dildo disappear inside their mouths, until finally their lips are meeting in the middle, both of them swallowing half.

They hold the dildo in their mouths, each deepthroating it for a full ten seconds before pulling off. With saliva dripping out of their mouths, they make out, sharing their spit with each other.

“I think it’s ready,” Molly says. “Are you?”

Tammy nods, her eyes filled with excitement and a wide smile on her face.

“Then turn around and get on your hands and knees and grabs your asscheeks and spread them wide,” Molly says.

Tammy does as she’s told. Once she’s in position, Molly sucks on the dildo a little longer to get it nice and lubed up, then pulls it out and slides the wet end into Molly’s ass.

“Ohmygod,” Tammy says, her voice a sexy, high-pitched moan.

“Just relax,” Molly says. “I’ll take it slow. At first, at least. Okay?”

Tammy nods and takes a deep breath as Molly starts working her asshole with the dildo, moving it slowly at first, letting her friend get used to the size. Tammy is moaning consistently and her breath is ragged, but she seems to be enjoying herself based on the nature of the sounds coming out of her mouth.

“You’re doing great,” Molly says. “Just stay relaxed and everything will be fine.”

And with that, Molly  starts works Tammy’s asshole more aggressively, sliding it in and out with a rapidly growing intensity as Molly’s moans turn louder and more guttural.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” Tammy says between deep breaths. “Fuck my asshole with that dildo. Fuck it good!”

So Molly does, giving Tammy more and more with every thrust.

After banging away at Tammy’s asshole for a full minute, Molly say, “Reach back and hold your asscheeks open. I want to see your asshole gape.”

Tammy does as she’s asked, grabbing one cheek with each hand and pulling them apart.

“There you go,” Molly says. “Now hold them there, pulling tight, as I yank the dildo out of your ass. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready,” Tammy says.

Molly bangs her a couple more times then quickly pulls the dildo out of Tammy’s asshole, leaving it wide open and gaping.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Molly says, staring down at the huge, gaping hole that makes up Tammy’s asshole. “That’s so fucking beautiful.”

Molly slips the dildo back into Tammy’s asshole and starts banging away again, harder this time, making Tammy groans even louder.

“Keep holding your asscheeks open,” Molly says. “That’s a good girl. Here we go again. Are you ready?”

Tammy nods this time. She’s breathing too hard to talk.

Molly yanks the dildo out of Tammy’s ass again, leaving it gaping even wider than before. “There it is,” she says. “You’re fucking incredible.” She leans over and slips her tongue into the hole that it Tammy’s anus, pressing her face against her roommate’s cheeks, forcing her tongue deep inside Tammy. After exploring for a bit, she runs the tip of her tongue around the edge of Tammy’s asshole as deeply pleasurable noises escape from her roommate’s mouth.

“It’s time to get me some of this,” Molly says to herself after extracting her tongue from Tammy’s asshole.

Molly slides the dildo back into Tammy’s anus, then turns around and drops to her hands and knees also and backs her ass up to Tammy’s. Then she grabs ahold of the dildo and slides the free end into her own asshole.

The girls start to hammer their asses against each other, fucking themselves with the dildo.

The sounds of sex fill up the room, Tammy’s high-pitched moans and Molly’s low-feverish grunts combining for a symphony of fucking.

Once this goes on for a bit, Molly feels an orgasm coming on. She lets her hand slide down her body and starts to rub her pussy while continuing to hammer her ass back against Tammy’s ass.

A few seconds later, Molly’s eyes roll up in her head and her body tenses. Her body freezes and she lets out a low, guttural moan and shakes her head back and forth as an orgasm flows through her. She holds her breath for a moment, then lets it out in a rush, her legs quivering and her chest heaving as she cums.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Molly grunts as the orgasm passes through her body. Once she’s finished, she crawls forward, pulling the dildo out of her asshole but leaving it planted deep inside Tammy’s. Molly then turns around. Still on her hands and knees, she wraps her lips around her half of the dildo, sucking her ass juices from it while the other half stays planted in Tammy’s ass.

Once Molly is done licking her ass juices off her end of the dildo, she says to Tammy, “What do you think? Are you having fun yet?”

“So much fucking fun,” Tammy replies, turning her head to address Molly. Her smile is wide and her hair is a mess and her face is red from exertion. “That was fucking incredible.”

“And we’re still not done,” Molly says. “Can you handle some more?”

“Whatever you’ve got,” Tammy says.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Grinning madly, Molly says, “Let’s find out.” Folding the dildo over, she slides the other end into Tammy’s asshole too, essentially giving her a double anal.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Tammy moans, the words barely audible. Apparently this isn’t what she was expecting.

“Is it too much?” Molly asks.

“No,” Tammy says, barely able to get the words out between deep breaths. “But it’s damn close.”

“Here,” Molly says. “I can help loosen you up.”

As Tammy grunts and moans with barely disguised discomfort, Molly lies down on the floor, her back to the carpet and her head towards the ceiling. She slides her body underneath Tammy’s, facing the opposite direction, her face right below Tammy’s pussy, her feet beneath Tammy’s face.

Lifting her head up, Molly starts licking Tammy’s pussy, running her tongue up and down the length of it.

“Is that better?” Molly asks.

“Much,” Tammy says. There’s still discomfort in her voice but definitely less of it.

“Good,” Molly says before slipping her tongue further inside Tammy’s pussy. After a half a minute of eating Tammy out, Molly’s hand comes up to work her friend’s clit.

Tammy’s moans turn more heated almost immediately.

“There we go,” Molly says. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

As Tammy gets more and more loosened up, Molly climbs out from beneath her. While still rubbing Tammy’s clit with one hand, she uses her free hand to bang the dildo (with both ends still inside) in and out Tammy’s asshole.

“Holy shit, holy fucking shit,” Tammy says, practically screaming now as Molly pummels her asshole and rubs her clit with serious aggression. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

Half a minute later Tammy does just that, cumming violently, her body shaking and shimmying while a loud piercing scream escapes from her throat. Her pussy squirts juices everywhere, drenching the carpet.

Molly abandons her hold on the dildo and flops to the floor, her head directly beneath Tammy’s pussy as she squirts. She’s still working Tammy’s clit, forcing her to squirt some more, this time getting her juices all over Molly’s face.

“Yeah, baby, yeah!” Molly says, still working Tammy’s clit and leaving the dildo planted in her roommate’s asshole as she cums. “Squirt all over me. Just like that!”

Tammy squirts a few more times, further drenching Molly, before she runs dry.

Climbing out from under Tammy, her face drenched with Tammy’s juices, Molly slips the dildo out of her friend’s asshole and comes around the front of her.

With Tammy still on her hands and knees, Molly drops down to the same level. Then she slips the dildo into Tammy’s mouth, forcing her to suck her own ass juices off it. Molly face-fucks Tammy with the dildo, shoving deep into her throat and holding it there for a few seconds before pulling it back out.

Laughing, both women collapse to the floor.

“That was fucking awesome,” Molly says.

“It sure was,” Tammy replies, her breath ragged and her hair a mess. “That was absolutely insane.” 

“Who needs men?” Molly says.

“Certainly not me,” Tammy replies. “Not when I have you.”

“Ahh, aren’t you sweet,” Molly says.

“I’m just being truthful.”

“I know, baby,” Molly says. “I know. Which is why I love you so much.” She climbs to her feet and pulls Tammy to hers. “Now let’s go get cleaned up.”

“What for?”

“Because we need to get started on round two,” Molly says. “The way I see it, this night is just beginning.  But next time I get to be on the receiving end.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Tammy says.

 Laughing and holding holds, the two women hurry towards the bathroom.

Nope, in Molly and Tammy’s world, men were definitely not needed. Not at all.

 

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PUNISHING THE ROOMMATE


 

Scott Horton had finally had enough. His roommate Rachel had crossed the line one too many times.

It wasn’t just the practical jokes: the salt in the sugar shaker, the Icy-hot in his boxers, the Ben-gay in his body wash, and even the hemorrhoid cream that she’d replaced his toothpaste with. And it wasn’t just how she stole his food from the fridge and wore his clothes when hers were dirty and borrowed his car without asking. It was all of these things, taken as a whole, that had Scott right on the edge of losing it. But still, he’d not lashed out at her. After all, Rachel was hot as shit, and since Scott was a red-blooded twenty-five year old male, that bought her a lot of leeway.

But then she did something to put him over the edge. And for that, she had to be punished.

 

#

 

It was the end of October and the bills were almost past due. Not just the rent, but utilities also. And so far, every time Scott had approached Rachel about it, she’d blown him off. So when he sat on the chair opposite the couch, which Rachel was lying on while talking on her phone, Scott was already close to his boiling point.

“We need to talk about the bills,” Scott said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rachel replied, waving him off. “Later. I’m on the phone.”

Scott took a deep breath to keep his anger down while Rachel went back to her phone call, chatting about the party she’d been to the night before and how wasted she’d gotten and how she ended up waking up the next morning in some random dude’s house.

Scott had heard similar stories from her before, and knew that Rachel was quite the slut, even though they’d never screwed around together. And to be honest, this bothered him a little bit, that she’d fuck random guys on a regular basis but not him. But that was an issue for another day. Right now it was about money. And not only that, but respect.

“Rachel,” Scott said, more forcefully this time. “We need to talk about the bills. It’s important.”

“It can wait,” Rachel said, talking to him without even looking at him. “I’m busy.” And with that, she went back to yapping away as though he wasn’t even there.

Scott took another deep breath and held it inside for a few seconds before breathing out.  He didn’t want to lose his temper, but he was certainly on the verge of doing so. Another dismissal or two and it would be all over.

“Can you call your friend back?” Scott asked, trying hard to maintain a pleasant voice. “This is a priority. If we don’t pay them today stuff is going to start getting turned off. The water, the electricity, the cable . . .”

This time, Rachel didn’t even offer him a response. She just huffed and puffed and said something into the phone that Scott couldn’t quite make out but sounded rude, then climbed to her feet and made her way down the hall and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Meanwhile, Scott was fuming. He kept telling himself not to lose it, but the rational side of his brain was losing the battle. So, after stewing on the chair for another fifteen seconds, he shook his head and muttered, “Fucking bitch,” under his breath and stormed towards Rachel’s room. He was still able to control himself enough to knock on her door, but when she didn’t respond, he opened it up.

Rachel was lying sideways on her bed.  Scott told himself not to stare but he couldn’t help it. She was just so fucking hot. She glanced at him but immediately dismissed him and went back to her phone call.

“Hang up the phone,” Scott said, speaking softly but forcefully.

Rachel didn’t respond.

“Hang up the fucking phone,” he said again, louder this time.

Rachel looked up at him with a little smile, as though she found his rapidly increasing anger comical. Which just made him more angry.

“Hang it up right fucking now or you’re going to wish you did,” Scott said. He wasn’t yelling but he was speaking quite loudly.

Rachel’s expression altered slightly as if she realized she might have crossed the line.

“I fucking mean it,” Scott said.

“Okay,” Rachel said to him. Then, into the phone, she said, “I have to go.” She ended the call and dropped the phone on her bed.

“Thank you,” Scott said, still fuming but no longer raising his voice.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Rachel asked, giving him a nasty look. She was still lying on her side, showing him her sexy profile, undoubtedly on purpose. She always used her looks to gain an advantage.

“My problem?” Scott said. “What the fuck is my problem?”

“Are you fucking deaf? That’s what I asked.”

“I don’t have a problem,” he replied. “You’re the one with the fucking problem.”

“How do you figure that?” Rachel asked.

A little smirk had wormed its way onto her face. Scott wasn’t sure what it meant. Was she actually enjoying this confrontation? Had she deliberately pushed things in this direction for some demented reason? Or did she consider Scott somehow beneath her, and this conversation a waste of her time? He had no idea. And it didn’t really matter right now. What mattered is that he made her understand that she couldn’t continue acting the way she had lately. So he started rattling off all the things that were pissing him off, his voice rising with every statement.

“You eat my food, you don’t clean up, you play cruel practical jokes on me,” he said, pausing for a moment before adding, “You don’t pay the fucking bills, you treat me like shit, you bring your friends over and trash the place.”

Scott realized he was getting too wound up, so he took a moment to get control of himself. Rachel was still just staring at him with that same little smirk.

“Yeah, so what’s your point?” she finally said, sitting up and sliding her body until she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging down and her feet on the floor.

Scott took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “My point is, you’re a complete and total bitch.”

“Yeah?” Rachel said. “And again, what’s your point?”

Scott could feel his anger boiling now but tried hard to keep it in as much as possible. Talking slowly and flatly, he said, “I can’t fucking take it anymore.”

“Then move out,” Rachel said.

“It’s my fucking place!” Scott said, his anger boiling over again.

“Well I’m sure as hell not moving out,” Rachel said.

“What if I kick you out?”

Rachel laughed. “Go ahead and try. Do  you know how hard it is to evict someone in the state of California? It takes months. And if you think things are bad now, just wait. I’ll make your life a living hell until I’m outta here.”

Scott scoffed and shook his head. “Why are you making this so fucking difficult?”

“Well, I guess because I’m just a bitch like that,” Rachel said, her smirk in full-effect now. “So you’d better just learn to deal with it, you little pussy.”

“Pussy?” Scott said, incredulous. He started moving towards her. “Did you just call me a pussy?”

“Are you deaf?” Rachel said, her smile growing wider as he came closer. It was as if this was what she was aiming for the whole time.

“No,” Scott said, his voice still calm despite the rage boiling inside of him. “I just want to make sure that’s what you called me.”

“Yep,” Rachel said, defiant as ever, obviously enjoying herself. She was still perched on the edge of the bed but had straightened up so she was sitting taller. “That’s exactly what I called you. A pussy.” Then she started saying it, over and over, as Scott grew ever closer to her. “Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy—”

She was still repeating the word as Scott came within arm’s length of her. “Are you gonna stop now?” he asked, towering over her.

Rachel looked up at him and smiled but didn’t stop. Now, instead of just saying the word over and over, she was chanting it, as though she was cheering on a team. “Pu-ssy, pu-ssy, pu-ssy, pu-ssy—”

His rage burning ice cold by now, Scott reached out and grabbed her by the throat. That shut Rachel up immediately. But she was still smiling. And her eyes were wide with excitement.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Scott said, still grasping her throat but not really squeezing. “You’re just pushing my buttons to get a reaction out of me, aren’t you?”

Rachel bit down on her bottom lip and raised her eyebrow, not giving him the satisfaction of a clear answer even though it was pretty obvious that she did indeed want exactly what he was giving to her. The real question was, how far did she actually want him to go?

Scott decided he didn’t want to find out. It just wasn’t worth it.

“You’re one sick little freak,” Scott said, leaning in until he face was right in front of hers. Then he released her throat. “I’m not playing your demented mind games.”

“Pussy,” Rachel said.

Scott’s rage flared. Without thinking, he reared back and smacked Rachel in the face.

He immediately felt horrible, but the feeling quickly passed when he saw Rachel’s expression. She was grinning widely and her eyes were dancing. Now, instead of feeling bad, Scott felt a series of conflicting emotions. Disgust, rage, guilt, and (although he was ashamed to admit it to himself) more than small portion of excitement.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he said.

This time Rachel nodded.

“Is this why you’re always acting like such a bitch? Hoping that I’d smack you around?”

“That was part of it.”

“And the other part?”

“I get off on it,” Rachel said.

“On what?” Scott asked.

“On being a bitch,” she replied, smirking again. “The other part, the smacking around, is just a bonus.”

“But that’s not all that you want, is it?” Scott said, still towering over her.

“No,” Rachel replied. She was looking up at him with eyes full of need. Her hand had drifted down to her waist and she was rubbing her pussy over her shorts.

“You want me to fuck you too, don’t you?” Scott said.

“Not just fuck me,” Rachel said. “I want you to punish me. To pummel me. To destroy me.”

Scott laughed and shook his head from side-to-side. As hot as Rachel was, and as often as he’d dreamt about fucking her, he wanted no part of this. No part at all. Backing away, he said, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Yeah, I figured as much,” Rachel said. “I knew you were too much of a pussy to give me what I need.”

“I’m not a pussy,” he said. “I’m just not a psycho.”

“You do realize that I’m just going to be worse now, right?” Rachel said. “The only way to get me to behave is to give me what I want.”

“Yeah, well that’s just not gonna happen,” Scott said, turning to leave the room. He had just grasped the door handle when Rachel started up the chant again.

“Pu-ssy, pu-ssy, pu-ssy,” she said.

Scott dropped his hand and hung his head. He didn’t know why that chant bothered him so much, but it did. And there was no way he was going to let her get away with continuing to say it over and over and over.

Rachel could sense the shift in his mood and started chanting it louder and faster, even going so far as to start clapping her hands in time with the words. A hint of playfulness entered her voice as he turned and again started towards her, moving quickly now.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Scott said, grinning maniacally now. He was annoyed and angry and excited all at the same time. Which is undoubtedly exactly what Rachel wanted.

“That’s the plan,” she said, no longer chanting. She  slipped her hand inside her pants and went to work on her pussy.

“Don’t expect me to take it easy on you,” Scott said as he came to a stop directly in front of her.

“I don’t,” Rachel said. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him while he stood over her. Her mouth was again turned up in her patented smirk. “Do your worst. I can handle it.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said.

“Fucking try me,” she said, glaring at him with defiance.

“Don’t worry,” Scott said, undoing his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. Despite his reluctance, his cock was already rock hard. Apparently his body didn’t harbor the same reservations that his mind did. “I will.”

Smiling, he pushed down on her shoulders.

Rachel knelt to the ground without any resistance whatsoever. The back of her head was pressing up against the mattress of the bed. Scott grabbed ahold of her hair and used it to hold her head in place against the bed.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

She obliged, opening it wide. Her eyes were gleaming with excitement as she looked up at him.

Scott stuck his cock inside Rachel’s mouth and started sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip for now. He gradually slipped it further inside her until it was halfway in. Then he sped up his thrusts, causing her lips close around his cock.

Scott immediately pulled his cock out of Rachel’s mouth and used it to smack her cheek a few times.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asked.

Rachel shook her head. “No.”

“That’s right,” he said. “I didn’t. This time keep it open.”

Scott stuck his cock back into her mouth and started pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds escaped from Rachel’s throat as he pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of his cock he gave her.

“Tongue out,” he said.

Rachel did as she was told; Scott could see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumped her mouth. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears were dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek but Scott didn’t feel bad. She deserved exactly what she was getting. And not only that, but she had asked for it. So he was going to give it to her.

His cock was slippery as hell as he relentlessly slammed it in and back out of her throat, giving her the whole thing, from tip to base, while still holding her head against the bed with his hands.

The gagging and coughing sounds grew louder with every thrust. A pool of saliva was pouring out of Rachel’s mouth and gathering on the carpet beneath her. He was thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her but knew he needed to move onto something else before it was too late.

Scott slipped his cock out of Rachel’s mouth, giving himself a couple of seconds to relax, then slammed it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose was pushing against his stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he had done every time up until this point, he held it there, his cock all the way down her throat.

“Look at me,” he said.

Rachel shifted her gaze upward as best she could while continuing to deepthroat him, looking up at Scott with tear-stained, puppy-dog eyes.

“That’s right,” he said. “Take it. Take my whole fucking cock down your throat. Fucking choke on it.”

And Rachel did, gagging and choking as Scott held his cock there for another few seconds before pulling his cock from her mouth and backing off, taking a moment to gather himself.

Rachel coughed a couple of times before catching her breath with a few deep gulps of air. But she smiling widely, obviously enjoying herself.

“You like this, don’t you?” Scott asked.

“I fucking love it,” Rachel replied.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Always,” she replied.

Laughing, Scott bent down, picked Rachel up, spun her around, and dropped her onto the bed, her back on the mattress, her feet towards the headboard and her head hanging upside down just off the edge of the bed.

Once Rachel was in position, Scott dropped to his knees so his cock was right in front of her face then slid his cock into her mouth. He pumped her face while she hung off the couch, upside down, the blood rushing to her head. He fucked her face with everything he had, going balls-deep with every pump. He could see the bulge his cock made as it pushed the limits of her throat.

As he banged away at Rachel’s throat, one of her hands flew down to her pussy and she started rubbing her clit.

Not wanting to be outdone, Scott grabbed ahold of her tits and squeezed them as he continued to slam his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping up against her nose, saliva dripping out of her mouth and pouring down her face as choking sounds escaped from between her lips.

But Rachel took it like a champ, allowing him to have his way with her without fighting it, not pulling away in the least. So far she hadn’t been fazed by anything he’d done. It was time to change that.

Scott pumped her face a couple more times and then held it there, deep inside her throat, choking her with his cock, causing her to shuck and jive beneath him as she tried in vain to draw breath.

Rachel gagged once, then again, and she tried to squirm away but he didn’t let her, holding his cock deep in her throat. Her hands came up to his chest and tried to push him away but she didn’t have enough leverage.

“Five more seconds,” he said, trying to get her to relax. And she did. She was still gagging and her legs were bouncing up and down on the mattress but she was no longer actively fighting him.

He counted the seconds down.

“5.”

“4.”

“3.”

“2.”

“1.”

“0.”

But just to mess with her some more, Scott kept his cock in her throat for another couple of seconds before finally pulling it out.

Rachel lifted her head up and gasped for breath.

“Holy fucking shit,” she said once she’d recovered enough to be able to talk. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Too much?” he asked.

“Hell no,” she replied, laughing. “That was fucking incredible.”

“Then let’s keep it going,” Scott said.

Leaning over the bed, he grabbed ahold of her waist and pulled her body back until her head was lying atop the mattress, her face towards the ceiling. He climbed onto the bed and turned around so they were facing the same direction. Then he squatted over her face so his asshole was directly over her mouth.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Bring it on,” she said.

Smiling, Scott squatted down a little more, dropping his asshole onto her mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot up his spine as she moved her tongue around, licking and slurping and going to town down there.

“Goddammit,” he said under his breath, shivering with delight.

Rachel grabbed ahold of his ass cheeks and spread them apart, giving her better access. Her tongue rigid, she stuck it inside him, moving it in and out, tongue-fucking his asshole.

Scott got into the act, bouncing up and down on her face, helping her tongue get even deeper inside him. He realized he was jerking himself off, mostly because he had nothing else to do with his hands. So he decided to fix that.

He stood up and spun around so he was facing her feet, then again dropped his asshole onto her mouth.

“Tongue out,” Scott said.

Rachel obliged.

He grabbed ahold of her tits for leverage and proceeded to ride her tongue with his asshole, moving back and forth against it so it was running the length of his crack, from asshole to taint to the back of his ball sack. He was squeezing and slapping her tits and pinching her nipples as he moved, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her, which he took advantage of by applying more pressure to her face when she moaned.

Rachel reached up and grabbed ahold of Scott’s cock and started jerking him off, adding to the sensation.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned. Between the work her tongue was doing on his asshole and what her hand was doing to his cock he nearly came right there. But he was able to hold it down and the feeling soon passed. He was once again good to go. At least for the moment.

Scott leaned forward and pulled Rachel’s jean shorts and panties down until they were around her knees, then stuck three fingers into her soaking wet pussy and started aggressively banging her while his other hand still fondled her tit.

Rachel let out a muffled gasp of pleasure and went after his cock and asshole even more aggressively.

In return, Scott started working her pussy and tits more feverishly, which prompted Rachel to turn up the heat even further too.

It was a feedback loop of pleasure with only one end in sight. And the end was rapidly approaching. Scott knew he had to mix things up quickly if he wanted to keep this session going on for a while. But he just couldn’t get himself to stop. He was having too much fun.

So he started going after Rachel harder than ever, slamming his fingers in and out of her with everything he had and slapping away at her tits with reckless abandon.

Rachel’s scream of pleasure was muffled by his ass on her mouth but still audible. Her hand was grasping his cock in a death-grip and expertly jerking him in long, fast strokes, getting him closer and closer to orgasm.

He was no more than a few seconds away when he forced himself to disengage. It took every ounce of his willpower to slip his fingers out of her pussy and release her tit and pull his ass up off her face but he managed to pull it off. Barely.

As Rachel took a moment to recover, Scott spun around on the bed once again, so he was facing her. He pulled her shorts and panties all the way off then nestled into position between her legs, his rock-hard cock mere inches from her soaking wet pussy.

Rachel stared at him greedily as he grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread his arms, opening her legs wide. He held her legs there, extended outward as far as they could go.

Rachel’s leg muscles were taut, stretched tight against her skin. Her pussy was wide open, gaping, glistening.

“Bang yourself,” he said.

One of Rachel’s hands flew down to her pussy and she slipped two fingers inside her snatch and started going to town.

“Another finger,” Scott said, still holding her legs wide. He was forcing himself to wait, building anticipation.

She slid a third finger in and slammed away. Her pussy was making slurping sounds it was so wet.

“Another,” he said.

Rachel did as she was told. Her breath was rapid now, her face turning red. Low moans were coming from her throat. She was staring right at him.

 “Pull your fingers out of your pussy and stick them in your mouth,” Scott said. “Lick them clean. One at a time.”

Scott watched intently as she cleaned her fingers off. He was practically shivering with excitement. He needed to stick his cock in her. Now.

“Grab ahold of your ankles,” he said.

She extended her arms and grabbed her ankles, keeping her legs in the same position he’d had them in. Spread wide, muscles taut, glistening with sweat, tight as hell. And enticing as fuck.

“Hold your legs wide, just like that,” Scott said. “Don’t fucking move them. No matter what. Understand?”

Biting down on her bottom lip, she nodded.

Scott grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against her pussy a couple of times and then slipped it inside her. It went in without a hint of resistance. Rachel’s pussy was wetter than any other pussy he’d ever seen.

He immediately started slamming his cock into her, not even bothering to take things slow. He was far too wound up for that. And she was far too wet. So he pounded the shit out of her, his cock going balls-deep in her pussy, his body hammering hers, making it difficult for her to keep her legs extended.

But Rachel plugged on like a trooper, holding them tight even though her leg muscles were quivering from the effort.

Her pussy was snug but not tight, providing just enough sensation for him to feel the pressure but not enough to make him feel like he had to slow down for fear of cumming too soon. It was fucking incredible.

Scott continued pounding away, Rachel’s breathing growing more and more rapid along with her moans and grunts as he slammed into her, but still she held her legs tight.

Taking it on as a challenge to get her to fold, Scott started rubbing her clit with his fingers.

Rachel’s groans intensified and her legs started to buckle.

“Hold them there,” Scott warned. “I didn’t say you could relax.”

She moaned and threw her legs back to where they were but her face revealed how difficult it was for her to hold them there.

Laughing under his breath, Scott went back to work on her clit while fucking her with even more intensity.

Rachel was practically screaming now, her legs muscles shaking as she tried desperately to keep them apart despite everything forcing them together.

Scott was almost ready to let her relax, but first he wanted to mess with her some more. He stopped rubbing her clit but wrapped his hand around her throat. So now he was choking her while he was fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her legs in place for long.

Rachel’s mettle surprised him though; even as her face was turning red she still held on to her ankles, keeping her legs spread wide for a good fifteen seconds before folding them all at once.

Smiling, Scott released his hold on her throat. He watched Rachel closely as she gasped for breath. His cock was still inside her but he was no longer moving against her. He needed a break just as much as she did. But his cock felt too good where it was for him to pull it out. So he just stayed in place with his cock inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.

It was a good fifteen seconds later before Scott was finally ready to get started again.

“Are you ready to get fucked some more?” he asked.

Rachel nodded, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

“Beg for it,” Scott said.

“Please fuck me,” she replied, her voice taking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me. Please.”

Shivering with excitement at the nastiness of the words coming out of Rachel’s mouth, Scott pulled his cock out of her pussy and grabbed the back of her legs and pushed them towards her until her knees were alongside her head, folding her in half and lifting her ass up off the mattress.

He climbed to his feet and bent over and once again slid his cock into Rachel’s pussy and proceeded to pound her while holding her legs in place up near her head.

“Holy fuck,” she cried as he slammed his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”

His balls were slapping up against her asshole as his hips grinded into hers at the bottom of every push.

“Pound me,” she said, staring right at him. Her voice was lower than before, guttural, animalistic. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

Every word she uttered just increased his intensity. It wasn’t long before he was fucking her with the entire length of his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

By now Rachel’s mouth was open and her words had turned into inarticulate cries. Her head was shaking from side to side and her eyes were wide and her body was quivering and shaking and sweating and beautiful.

Scott released one of her legs and shoved his fingers into her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucked her.

She sucked on his fingers while her hands played with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave red marks.

He pulled his hand from her mouth and wrapped it around her throat.

Rachel’s pussy was more inviting than it had been all night; it was as though something inside her had opened up and was trying to engulf his cock. Scott felt like he could fit his whole body into her. And the feeling got him wound up to a point he’d never before experienced. He completely let go of all his inhibitions and totally opened up on her, slamming into her with an intensity he’d never before reached, hammering his body into hers.

Rachel’s eyes started to roll up in her sockets and Scott suddenly realized he was choking her with the same intensity as he’d been fucking her.

He quickly let go of her throat.

Rachel gasped for breath and made animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.

They stared at each other while they moved against each other, their eyes locked as though they were the only two things in the world.

And then, just like, Scott was ready to cum.

He scrambled up towards Rachel, his legs outside of hers, keeping them pinned up near her head, and stuck his cock in her mouth. He pumped her mouth a couple of times and then pulled it out and jerked himself to completion, spraying her face and open mouth with his sperm.

It was by far the biggest load he’d ever shot, leaving her face a gooey white mess of cum. Rachel swallowed down what had made it into her mouth and used her finger to clean off the rest of her face and stuck the remainder of his cum in her mouth and swallowed that too.

Laughing under his breath and shaking his head, Scott fell down onto the couch beside her.

“Wow,” Rachel said. “That was pretty fucking intense.”

“Tell me about it,” Scott said.

“I didn’t know you had that in you,” she said.

“Neither did I,” he replied.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Rachel continued. “I was expecting to get punished after how I treated you, but damn, that was almost more than I bargained for.”

“Yeah, you had me pretty riled up, I must admit.”

“In more ways than one,” she said, laughing.

“So now that this is out of the way, are you going to start being a better roommate?” Scott asked.

“Hell no,” Rachel said. “If that’s what you give me when I’m a bitch, then I’m going to have to be a bitch more often.”

“Shit, now that I know what you like, I can do that too you without even being mad.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

Rachel eyed him for a moment, then said, “Well, maybe we’ll give it a shot. But if I don’t think you’re giving it to me hard enough, then I’m going to go right back to being a bitch.”

“Then I’ll just have to make sure I give it to you hard enough,” Scott said.

“Yes you will,” Rachel replied. “Yes you will indeed.”

 

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RELUCTANT SUBMISSION


 

It took Eric a little while to realize just how awesome Jasmine was.

Of course, from the first time they met, certain things were obvious. Namely, Jasmine was ridiculous hot, she knew her way around the bedroom, and she could take a pounding worthy of a porn starlet. Add to that her approachability, her comfort in her own skin, and her flat-out coolness, and Eric was a happy man.

In the beginning, he was perfect content to meet with her whenever possible and get freaky in all the basic ways. Then one night she turned the tables on him, revealing just what was possible in the world of pleasure.

That first night it was only a little taste, but even so, it quite literally opened a new world to him, one that once was experienced could never be put out of mind.

 

#

 

The night starts out just like any other. Eric is drinking a beer and watching TV when there’s a knock on the door. His heart palpitates in expectation as he sets the bottle aside, turns off the television, and walks over to answer the door.

He glances into the peephole and see Jasmine there in all her glory, looking as radiant as ever. A flash of excitement wiggles through his body. It’s his favorite time of the week, the night he looks forward to more than any other, the only thing that keeps him going in his pathetic little life.

Eric opens the door and holds out his hand to help Jasmine inside. She takes his hand, steps over the threshold, gives him a little peck on the cheek, and he closes the door behind them.

They take care of the formalities and then it’s on to business.

Jasmine slips out of her full-length white coat, revealing a tiny purple bikini and light pink thigh-high stockings accented by purple fuck-me pumps. Her blonde hair is curled a little more than usual and she’s wearing slightly more makeup; hot pink lipstick and a dash of black eyeliner. Her skin is not as tan as usual but just as flawless and enticing as ever. Eric finds himself wishing (as he always does upon first seeing her skin) that he had a couple hours to lick every square centimeter of her flesh.

Thin but not skinny, Jasmine always stays in shape and tonight is no exception. Her lithe body is as toned and fit as ever. From the barest hint of abs to the slight definition of arm muscles to the incredibly sexy hollow of her neck she is the measure of perfection. Eric can’t imagine a more ideal woman. At least not one who’d he actually have a chance to fuck on a regular basis.

But there seems to be something slightly different about Jasmine this evening. An edge that usually isn’t there.

His concerns are reflected almost immediately.

The first thing out of her mouth is, “Sit your ass down on the couch.”

Even though it’s a bit odd to see her being so forceful, Eric does as he’s told. He immediately starts to undo his belt.

“Did I tell you to do anything else?” Jasmine says, her tone harsh.

Eric shakes his head and gives her a funny look. He’s confused as hell.

“I can’t hear you,” she says.

“No,” he replies.

“That’s right. So leave them on. And sit on your hands, while you’re at it.”

He tilts his head and gives her a funny look. “Are you serious?”

“Completely,” she says. “Now do it.”

“Fine,” he says. He shakes his head but does as he’s told.

“That’s a good boy,” Jasmine says, coming over to pat the top of his head as though he’s a dog. Which is fitting, because that’s what he feels like right now.

“What exactly is going on here?” Eric asks. Jasmine has never done anything like this before. Up until now, every time she’s come over he’s been the one in control, the one taking charge. He’s never even considered that she has another side to her. Which was a bit silly, in retrospect. Especially now.

“This,” she says, “Is my way of mixing things up. You see, every time I come over here it’s the same old thing. You slap me around and get to do whatever you want, and then you cum on me and then I go away until next week when we do the same thing over again.”

“But I thought you liked it,” he says, a little hurt.

“I do,” she says. “I like it a lot. But it gets a little old, always doing the same thing. I think it’s time we mix things up a little bit. And we’re going to start by getting you to understand the other side of the equation. Today I’m going to be the dominant one and you’re going to be my submissive.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I know you haven’t,” she says. “Which is exactly why were doing it tonight. You need to expand your horizons a bit.”

“But what if I don’t like it?”

“Don’t worry,” she says, an evil little smile on her face. “You will.”

“I don’t know,” he says doubtfully.

“Trust me,” she says. “I know what I’m doing.”

He couldn’t argue with that. From what he’d experienced so far with Jasmine, she definitely knew what she was doing. And then some.

“Fine,” he says. “Tell me what to do.”

“Oh I will,” she says with a little twinkle in her eye. “I most definitely will.”

A little flutter wiggles around in Eric’s stomach. He isn’t sure if it’s fear or excitement or a little of both.

“For now, just sit there,” Jasmine says. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

“If you insist,” Eric says.

Smiling like she owns the situation (which she does, of course) Jasmine forcefully spreads Eric’s legs and steps between them. Then she reaches down and grabs ahold of his flaccid cock through his jeans.

“What’s the matter?” she says. “Don’t I excite you anymore?”

“Of course you do,” he says.

“It sure doesn’t look like it. Are you sure?”


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