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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.


















I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Riley. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.

“Hey Riley, what’s up?” I said.

“Are you busy?” she replied.

“Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”

“Do you have a problem bailing on them?”

I laughed. Riley wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 21-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.

“Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.

“Well, let’s just put it this way,” Riley said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.

“I’ll be waiting.”

I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Riley was. It simply wasn’t possible.




I showed up at Riley’s door half an hour later.

“It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Riley it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.

“Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.

“Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties,  and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Riley was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.

I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.

“So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.

She nodded.

“What did you do this time?” I asked.

“I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”

I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Riley it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.

“Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.

“What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 21-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Riley scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”

I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Riley couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted.  She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.

“So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.

“No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”

“Fine,” Riley said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.

“That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”

She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.

“So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”

She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into character.

“Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.

Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”

“You think so, huh?”

She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”

“You’re sure about that?”


“Then it looks like we have an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishment begin.”

I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her against it.

“Oh so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” she said.

“That’s right,” I replied, my mouth turned up in an evil smile.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic little girl,” she said.

“Of course not,” I replied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiant little self.”

“Well don’t worry about that,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the real me.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

I squeezed my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes locked together, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red from lack of oxygen.

But Riley didn’t fight back. She just stood there and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling me my actions had no effect on her.

Unfortunately for her, although her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sag as it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously in distress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that I released her throat.

Her eyes immediately opened wide and her chest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant as always, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.

“Is that all you got?” she said.

“As a matter of fact, it’s not,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”

“Then let’s get on with it,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”

“If you insist,” I said. Then I slapped her across the face.

She gasped and her eyes opened wide in shock before she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased with myself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.

“Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.

“Only because it was a cheap shot,” she said.

“You’re right,” I said. “That one was a cheap shot. But this one isn’t.”

I slapped her again.

This time she didn’t make a sound. She just stared at me with defiance dripping from her eyes and her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

“Come on,” she said. “You can do better than that.”

I slapped her again. Her cheek was bright red and her eyes were starting to leak tears.

“That’s it?” she said. “My little sister hit me harder than that when we were kids.”

I slapped her again, harder this time. The sound of my palm striking her flesh filled the room. But still she didn’t even come close to giving in.

“Harder,” she said.

I obliged.

“Harder,” she said, her voice rising.

So I smacked her again, really getting into it this time.

“Harder!” she screamed.

I slapped her yet again.

And again.

And again, until my hand was starting to tingle.

But Riley was still upright, still staring right at me, still defiant.

My cock was pressing painfully against my pants. I didn’t want to think about what that said about me. I was enjoying myself way too much. So I stopped before things got too out of control.

“On your knees,” I said.

She paused for a moment, just to let me know that she wasn’t jumping at my commands but choosing to do what I said of her own accord, but eventually did as she was told.

We stood there for a moment, me staring down at Riley and her looking right back up at me, neither of us saying anything.

“Well?” I said. “What are you waiting for.”

“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do,” Riley replied. “After all that’s what tonight is all about, right?”

She was right, of course. Not that I was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Maybe I’ll stop telling you what to do and just start doing it to you instead,” I said. “Is that what you want?”

“Since when is tonight about what I want?”

“Again with the attitude,” I said. “Always with the attitude.”

She offered me a fake smile and shrugged. “You didn’t really expect anything different did you?”

“No, I suppose I didn’t,” I said, unzipping my zipper and pulling out my stiff cock. “I guess I’ll just have to do things the hard way.”

“I guess you will,” she said.

Smiling, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards me. With my other hand, I grabbed the base of my cock, and started smacking her in the cheek with it.

“Are you at least going to open your mouth for me?” I asked.

“I guess I could do that much,” Riley said. She opened her mouth.

“Tongue out,” I said.

She did as she was told without comment for once.

I dropped the head of my cock onto her tongue then grabbed another handful of her hair. Now I had both my hands on the back of her head. Looking down at her, I said, “Say ahhhhh.”

As soon as she started to make the sound I shoved my cock in her mouth.

Using Riley’s hair to control her movements, I pulled her head towards me, forcing my cock deeper in her mouth, not stopping until she was deepthroating me. Once my cock had completely disappeared, I held her head in place, my cock planted firmly in her throat, her nose touching my navel, her lips pressing against my jeans.

Caught by surprise, Riley was coughing and gagging and trying to pull off my cock, but I didn’t let her, riding her face like a rodeo cowboy rides a bull, shifting my hips to stay with her as she tried unsuccessfully to get away.

“You’re not talking any shit now,” I said. “It’s kind of hard when your mouth is full.”

I held on for another couple of seconds before letting her go. Her head snapped back and a river of saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor as she gasped for breath.

Seeing Riley in distress just turned me on more. It was so rare to break through her defenses that I decided to capitalize on the situation before she fully recovered. I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. Then I again grabbed two handfuls of her hair. But this time instead of bringing her towards me, I pushed her backwards until her back was against the wall. She was still trying to fill her lungs with air when I slid my cock back into her mouth.

Instead of forcing her to deepthroat me, I pumped her open mouth with my cock, slamming it in and out of her in long, slow strokes, pulling it out of her for a couple seconds at the end of each thrust, giving her a chance to breathe.

“Look up here,” I said. “The least you can do is look at me while I fuck your face.”

She turned her eyes towards me and stared at me with defiance dripping from them.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, my voice laced with mock praise. Strangely, I was just as turned on by the look she was giving me as I was from the sensation of my cock in her mouth.

30 seconds later, I’d risen a little too close to orgasm for my own good. I needed a break. Plus I wanted to reward Riley for a job well done. So I pulled my cock out of her mouth, bent down, picked her up, threw her over my shoulders, and carried her into the bedroom.

Once there, I tossed her down on the bed, her back on the mattress and her legs up in the air. I grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, as far as they would go. They were sticking straight out, knees locked, leg muscles tight.

“Hold them there,” I said.

Riley grabbed the heels of her boots and held her legs in position, wide open and beckoning.

Still standing, I looked down at her, taking in her whole body before proceeding. Her white panties were soaked through, allowing me to see her pussy behind them. Her shirt was still covering her tits, but I left it on. There’s something about fucking a girl that’s still clothed that turned me on immensely.

I grabbed Riley’s hips and slid them towards me until her lower half was right at the edge of the bed. From this angle, with me standing and her lying on the bed, my cock was hovering right over her pussy as if showing me where it wanted to go. For a moment I was tempted to stick it in her, but the temptation quickly passed. I had some other things that I needed to do is first.

Reaching down, I grabbed ahold of Riley’s panties and yanked them aside, revealing her cleanly shaved, luscious little pink pussy. I turned slightly to the side to give myself a better angle, then slid two fingers inside her.

I started off slowly, moving them back and forth with the purpose, rubbing the underside of her clit, something that I knew drove her crazy. I gradually picked up steam, moving my fingers faster and faster in and out of her. Riley had told me before that she liked getting fingered just as much as she liked getting fucked, if not more, and it showed in her face. She was trying to maintain her façade of indifference but was losing the battle. And when I curled the tip of my fingers upward and went to work on her G-spot, she gave up entirely.

Her face was a curious mixture of pleasure and anger, as though she was mad at herself for feeling so good. I paused for a moment to slip a third finger inside her pussy then immediately picked up right where I’d left off, slamming my fingers into her hard enough that her legs started to buckle, bending at the knee.

I immediately pulled my fingers from her pussy. Riley groaned in disappointment, a sound that turned into a yelp of surprise when I smacked her pussy with my open palm.

“What the fuck was that for?” she asked, her legs folding even further.

“Did I say you could relax your legs?” I asked.

She shook her head and pulled her legs taut once again.

“That’s better,” I said.

“Now will you stick your fingers back in me?” she asked.

Her need had taken her attitude down a notch, something that almost always happened. She started out talking shit but as she got more and more into the physical aspects of the evening, she started to mellow out. Her attitude never truly disappeared, but it definitely went into hiding as the needs of her body began to trump her personality.

“That depends,” I said. “Can you keep your legs tight no matter what I do to you?”

Riley nodded.

I gave her another smack on the pussy. She yelped again and flinched but didn’t fold her legs this time.

“Are you sure?” I said. “You almost collapsed right there.”

“I’m sure,” she said, a hint of defiance rising again.

I smacked her again, this time on the inner part of her thigh.

She held tight.

I smacked her other thigh, harder this time. The sound echoed about the bedroom.

She bit down on her bottom lip but still she didn’t fold her legs.

“Not bad,” I said. “I think you’ve earned my fingers again.”

So I gave them to her, sliding all three inside her pussy. They went in even easier than they had earlier. Apparently getting smacked around turned Riley on just as much as a good finger-banging.

I put my left foot up on the bed and leaned forward, altering the angle of penetration and allowing me to slide my fingers even deeper inside her. I pushed them in until they were well past the knuckles and held them there as her pussy clenched tight.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Riley said as I started sliding them back and forth deep inside her, exploring her insides. Her legs were quivering but she held on tight, not letting them falter.

I hammered my fingers into her, trying to get Riley to cave, but still she held her legs to the side, her knees locked out and her thighs rock-hard. My head was right above hers and she stared up at me, her eyes laced with defiance even as the rest of her features gave in to the pleasure. She was intent on outlasting me, taking as much as I could give her without folding again.

There was no way that was going to happen, of course. I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve. It was time I broke one out.

While my right hand still pounding away at her pussy, I reached down with my left and tore her blouse open, popping the buttons off and exposing her firm, perky little tits.

I groped one for a moment, then pinched the nipple. Riley gasped but didn’t relax her legs. I gave her other breast the same treatment. She reacted the same way, still not even coming close to collapsing her legs.

“Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”

Riley didn’t reply. All her energy was being spent keeping her legs tight. But she did glare up at me with an evil look while her breath escaped from her mouth in shallow gasps.

“You do realize you can’t win,” I said. “You’re going to fold again eventually.”

“Not if I can help it,” she said, her voice a raspy, wheezing mess.

 “Then I guess I’ll just have to make it so you can’t help it,” I said.

“Go ahead and try,” she spat out.

I laughed softly. Riley certainly was quite the trooper. Most women would have folded long ago. But I didn’t tell her that, of course. To do so would ruin the mood.

“If you insist,” I said instead. Then I let my hand wander up her chest to her throat.

Riley’s eyes widened slightly. Whether it was in surprise or pleasure I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered at this point.

Still continuing to bang her pussy with my fingers, I gripped her throat between my thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze.

Riley’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen, then started to go pale. But still she held on, keeping her legs tight by sheer willpower alone. But it was only a matter of time until her body gave in, even if her mind didn’t. Fifteen seconds later the time came.

Her eyelids fluttered and then started to close. She released her hold on her heels and her arms flopped down onto the bed, followed by her legs.

I released her throat but continued slamming my fingers inside of her pussy as she came back to the waking world. The transition must have been an intense one, as an orgasm rocked her body shortly after I let go of her throat.

She bucked against my hand a couple of times, then tensed up, her pussy squeezing the blood from my fingers. She reached out and grabbed my arm with both of her hands and held it in place, deep inside of her.

“Don’t move,” she said desperately, still short of air. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”

I almost pulled my fingers out of her to pay her back for what she’d done earlier that day (if she’d been telling me the truth, of course) but ultimately decided that would be taking things too far.

Her body seemed to freeze in place for just a moment, then released just as quickly. A torrent of juices came pouring out of her pussy, drenching my hand and wrist. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her entire body quivered and shook.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Riley said, turning it into one long word. She released my arm and tried to refill her body with air.

“I take it you liked that?” I said.

Eyes wide, she nodded vigorously.

Smiling, I pulled my fingers out of Riley’s pussy. They were shining with her juices, glistening in the light. I admired them for a moment then said, “Open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself.”

She did so without comment. Smiling, in fact.

I slipped all three fingers into Riley’s mouth and she licked them clean, staring right at me the entire time. After I’d pulled them back out I told her to grab ahold of her ankles once again.

“Whatever you say,” she replied.

I tilted my head slightly. “Not even a cursory protest?” I asked.

“After making me cum that hard? You can do whatever you want to me and I won’t complain,” Riley said.

 “That’s all it takes?” I said. “One little orgasm and you’re putty in my hands?”

“It wasn’t little by any means,” she said. “But yeah, basically that’s all it takes. You do me right and I’ll do you right.”

“But what if I want you to still be a punk?”

“Then I will,” she said. “But earlier you said you wanted tonight to be real, not some game, right?”

I reluctantly nodded. She had me there.

“Well, this is real,” Riley said.

“Fair enough,” I said, deflated a little bit.

“What’s the matter?” she said.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was just enjoying treating you like shit earlier.”

“Who says you can’t still?”

“I could,” I said. “But it wouldn’t be the same.”

“Of course it would,” Riley said. “The only difference would be that I’d be telling you how much I like getting smacked around instead of pretending like I don’t.”

“So you actually do like it?”

“I fucking love it,” Riley said. She grabbed her heels and spread her legs wide, holding them tight. “This is how you wanted me, right?”

I nodded and slipped my cock into her. It felt great, especially after so much foreplay leading up to this moment, but I simply wasn’t as into it as I was earlier. Despite Riley’s insistence that she still wanted it rough, I was having trouble getting back into the mood. The momentum had been quelled.

Riley sensed my reluctance and took matters into her own hands. Literally. She released her hold on her heels and brought her arms back towards her chest.

While I continued sliding my cock in and out of her, Riley grabbed one of her tits in each hand and started to play with them. At first she groped and fondled them, but it wasn’t long before she was attacking her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them between her fingertips until they were hard, and then going after them even more aggressively.

I watched, transfixed, as she started to smack her own tits, slapping them hard enough to make herself flinch. I was definitely starting to get back into the mood.

“You like that, don’t you?” Riley said, her eyes locked on mine. “You like watching me smack myself around.”

I nodded.

“Come on,” she said. “Give it a try.”

I reached out and gave one of her tits a half-hearted smack.

“You can do better than that,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment.

I slapped her tit again, putting a little more force into it.

“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Smack me like you mean it.”

So I slapped her tit again, even harder this time.

“Harder,” she said.

I did.

“Harder!” she said, slapping her other tit as she spoke, putting my smack to shame.

I slapped her again, making her flinch.

“That’s it,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip. “Just like that.”

I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. I was starting to get back into the groove, moving faster against her, giving her more and more of my cock.

 “Is this what you want?” I said, my tone harsh. “Me smacking you around while I fuck the shit out of you?”

She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want,” she said, her entire body red from exertion.

I took a break from slapping her to slide my hands under her hips and lift her backside up, giving me more leverage. She hooked her arms around her legs without being told, holding herself in position while I hammered away at her, my body slamming into hers with all my weight.

My free hand went up to her throat and started choking her while my other continued smacking away at her tits, both of which had turned bright red under the assault.

“What about this?” I said. “Do you want this too? Me choking you while I pummel you?”

She nodded, her eyes wide, her groans muffled from the lack of air.

I released her throat and grabbed the underside of her thighs and pressed them down onto the bed, opening her up even more, allowing me to blast her even harder. I gave her my full weight with every thrust, making her squirm underneath me as I slammed my cock into her with a previous untapped aggression.

For some reason I was more pissed off by her acquiescence than her earlier reluctance. Or maybe I was just mad that she’d manipulated the situation to her advantage once again. Not that it mattered what my reasons were. The only thing that mattered is that I was giving her what she wanted and getting what I wanted in return. And I was certainly getting what I wanted.

Looking down at Riley’s tanned, tight, tiny little body and perky tits while I hammered away at her made me realize just how lucky I was. I was fucking a ridiculously hot 21-year old freak in ways that I’d only ever dreamed about. What the hell did I have to be mad about?

For some reason, viewing things with this new perspective brought me right to the edge of orgasm. Where just a few moments ago I wasn’t really anywhere near cumming, now I was just a couple seconds away from it. And there was nothing I could do about it but warn Riley.

“Cum inside me,” she said, once I’d let me intentions known. “I want your cum inside my pussy.”

So I did, squirting my seed inside her less than five seconds later. Once the initial bursts were done, I slowly moved against her, draining my cock of the last of its seed. Even once I was completely finished I stayed inside Riley, catching my breath, afraid that I moved too quickly I’d fall down.

Eventually I pulled my cock out of her pussy and flopped down onto the bed next to her.

“Sorry that was so abrupt,” I said after a couple moments of silence punctuated only by heavy breathing from the both of us.

“It didn’t seem that abrupt to me,” she said. “Besides, after that much quality foreplay it doesn’t really matter how long you’re inside me before you pop. I had my share of the fun long ago. Everything at the end was just a bonus.”

I laughed under my breath. “I’ve never really thought of it like that,” I said.

“I have to admit, I’m pretty impressed,” Riley said. “You really stepped up today. Of course, you didn’t quite go as far as I would have liked—”

“Not as far as you would have liked?” I said, sitting up to face her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I treated you like shit all night.”

She shrugged. “What can I say, I’ve got very specific tastes.”

I stared at her for  a moment then snorted and shook my head. “Silly me, I thought I was pushing you too far.”

“There’s no such thing as too far,” she said. “But the last thing I want you to do is take it the wrong way. You were incredible tonight. You’ve come closer to giving me what I want than anyone else ever has. Certainly any other man.”

“Well at least that’s something,” I said, half-sarcastically.

“It is something,” Riley replied. “A big something, actually. For once, I feel like I’ve found a man that’s on my same wavelength.”

It should have concerned me that a crazy 21-year old fuckslut considered me on the same wavelength as her, but it didn’t. It was too exhilarating to be worrisome. And more importantly, it meant that we’d be having more nights like tonight together. A lot more.

“Well, one of these nights hopefully I’ll be able to take you where you want to go,” I said.

“That’s my hope too,” she replied. “And to that end, I’ll have to invite you over next time Carrie pays me a visit. Then I’ll show you how to really dominate a woman.”

“Who’s Carrie?”

“One of my friends. She’s an amazing sub. The best.”

“So you do to her what I just did to you?”

“Hell no,” Riley said. “I’m much more brutal with her than you were with me.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I’d like to see that.” I was starting to get hard again just thinking about it.

“I’m sure you would,” Riley said. “I might even give you a taste of her when I’m finished.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“I’ll set it up,” she said. “She gets back into town next week. Do you think you can get free?”

“For that? Hell yes. Just tell me when.”

“I’ll let you know.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

She flashed me a smile. “I know you will.”





One of the coolest things about being a dirty little slut is you are constantly surprising people. And not only people that haven’t met you before, but people you’ve been with multiple times.

The key to being a true dirty slut, however, is the ability to surprise people that you’ve banged multiple times before. Take Chris, for example. I’ve been with him four times before, and he’s pretty damn good in the sack. Even though we’ve done some pretty fucked-up things, he still has no idea how depraved I can be. We’ve never gotten too crazy, even though I get a strong sense that he’d like to.

Every time I’m with him I keep waiting for him to take things a little further and I can tell that he wants too also. I think he’s just holding back because we don’t know each other all that well and it’s a pretty big leap to take, going from fairly normal, hard sex to roughing a girl up, especially since we’ve only fucked a couple of times, and a few months apart to boot. But that’s what I’m in the mood for tonight. And since Chris is the only man I’ve been able to get a hold of tonight, he’s just going to have to give me what I want. Whether he likes it or not.

So after giving him a call and inviting him over to my place, I get myself ready then hang out on the couch with a bottle of wine while I wait for him to arrive.

At just before 8pm there’s a knock on my door. I put my wine glass and the now-empty bottle of wine back in the kitchen, then head over and answer it.

I open the door and just stand there, staring at Chris, and more importantly, letting him stare at me. I’m wearing a cutoff, blue-and-white striped long sleeve t-shirt that barely covers my small but perky tits and shows off my perfectly tanned, washboard stomach and blue panties that show off my long, shapely legs and tight ass.

For his part, Chris is dressed up in a collared shirt and slacks, looking long and lean and sexy as usual. His dark hair is longer than the last time I’d seen him, almost reaching his shoulders, making his already angular features seem even more chiseled.

“So are you going to come in or just stand there looking at me?” I say, giving him a little bit of attitude.

A little grin shows up on his face and he steps inside the room. “It’s good to see you, too,” he says, his tone sarcastic.

“So what’s on tap for this evening?” I ask after we make our way over towards the couch. But we don’t sit down, we just stand there, looking at each other, both with little smirks on our face.

“Whatever you want,” Chris replies.

“Do you really mean that?” I say.

Chris nods but he’s a little apprehensive about it, probably due to my tone.

I flash him a devilish smile. “Are you sure?”

“I thought so,” he says. “But with the way you’re looking at me right now, I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Well you’d better be,” I say. “Otherwise I’ll just have to go find someone else to give me what I need.”

“And what is it that you need, exactly?” he asks.

“I need to get punished,” I say. “Do you think you can punish me?”

“Oh, I could probably do that,” Chris says, his eyes lighting up and his grin growing larger.

Yep, just like I thought. He’s totally into that sort of thing. But I still need to push him further, to get him in the correct mindset to truly let it go. “Probably? Or definitely?”

“I can sure as hell try,” he says.

“That’s not good enough,” I say. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know that you can take things all the way. I mean, really lay into me.”

“I can do that,” Chris says, the look on his face displaying the attitude that I knew was always right below the surface.

“How much can you give me?”

 “Whatever you can take,” Chris replies.

“Shit, you know I can take whatever your pathetic ass can dish out,” I say, knowing that he’ll take the challenge to heart. He’s definitely one of those macho guys that has to accept every front to his ego head on. Without exception. He was just born and bred that way.

Chris’s eyes light up even further. “You talk a big game,” he says. “But I don’t think you can truly handle me.”

“I always have before.”

“That’s because I always took it easy on you.”

“And why is that? Do you think you’re going to break me or something?”

He just shrugs. But he is grinning and his eyes are lit up. He thinks he’s too much for me. Time to put him in his place.

“You think you’re a badass but you ain’t shit,” I say, knowing just how hard he’s going to try and prove me wrong. Which is exactly the point. “I’ve had 18-year old girls rough me up more than you’re going to.”

“Is that how you want it?” he says, his smile growing wider. “Rough?”

“As rough as you can make it.”

“No holds barred?”


“I can do anything to you I want?”

“Anything at all,” I say, walking towards him. “Choking, slapping, hair-pulling, and more. The whole nine yards.”

“I don’t know,” he says, backing up slightly as I approached, suddenly apprehensive.

“I knew it,” I say. “You’re all talk. When it comes to doing the deed you just don’t have the balls.”

His grin takes on a harder edge. I’m starting to get to him. Time to pour it on.

“You’re scared,” I say. “I can see it in your eyes. You don’t think I can take what you have in mind.”

“I know you can’t,” he says.

“Try me,” I say. “Fucking try me and let’s find out who’s right and who’s wrong.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he says, suddenly yanking my shirt off, exposing my small, perky tits. My nipples are already rock hard. He fondles one of my tits and roughly pinches my nipple, forcing a gasp from my throat. Then, without warning, he slaps down on it.

I bite down on my bottom lip and let out a little moan. It hurts for just a moment before fading into pleasure.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I say, smiling wickedly. “Do it again.”

Grinning back at me, Chris slaps down on my tit again, harder this time.

“Harder,” I say.

So he does, hard enough that the sound echoes about the room.

“Harder,” I say again, even though tears are leaking out of my eyes and my tit already stings. “Like you mean it.”

He obliges.

“Is that all you got?” I ask.

Grinning wickedly now, he does it again. And again. And again, forcing me to flinch more every time.

But then, at just the right time, he stops. Chris is smart enough to know that mixing pleasure in with the pain keeps things infinitely more interesting.

Bending down, Chris leans forward and takes my raw nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently, my pleasure heightened because of the sudden absence of pain. But he doesn’t let me feel good for too long.

Rising up, he lets my nipple pop out of his mouth, then goes to work on my other tit, slapping away at it until I’m just about to go over the edge between pleasure and pain before bringing me back down by caressing my nipple with his mouth.

“Not bad,” I say. “Not bad at all. But still I need more.”

“Don’t worry,” Chris says, spinning me around so my back is to him. “You’re gonna get it.”

He grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. Then, holdings my wrists together against my back with one hand, he uses his free hand to pull off his belt.

“Let’s see how you like this,” he says as he wraps his belt around my wrists in an interlocking fashion and then tightens it, incapacitating my arms behind my back before spinning me around so I’m facing him again.

“I fucking love it,” I say, smiling widely.

Without warning, Chris grabs ahold of my throat and starts to squeeze, not so much that I can’t breathe, but not lightly either. With his other hand, he slaps my face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

After taking a moment to let me recover, Chris slaps me again. He’s squeezing my throat more tightly, making it extremely difficult to breathe. But still he doesn’t let up, slapping me again.

I can feel my face turning red as I try in vain to get air into my lungs. But still I don’t want him to stop, which is a good thing because it doesn’t appear that he has any intention of doing so.

He slaps me again. And again.

Chris is squeezing my throat with everything he has now, making it impossible for me to breathe. Even though the rational part of my brain knows that I’m not in any danger, my body rebels against the lack of air, my arms straining against their bonds, but I can’t break free.

With my hands bound behind my back there’s nothing I can do to stop Chris from exerting his will over me. I can only hope that he lets me breathe before it’s too late. He is no longer slapping my face, but he’s still pinching my throat with his fingers.

Staring directly at me, his face inches from mine, he carefully watches my eyes as I slip towards unconsciousness.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Chris says, his voice sounding tinny and far away to my ears.

I try to nod my head but I can’t move it.

The world starts to gray around the edges and now I can no longer hold my head upright. A couple seconds later the world goes black.

The next thing I know, everything around me is in ultra-bright colors as I gasp and cough, trying to get air into my lungs. My entire body is tingling from the sensation, from my head to my toes and everything in between. And my pussy is wetter than it’s ever been in my life, soaking my panties as though they’ve just been through the washing machine.

Chris takes advantage of my wetness, sliding my panties down my legs then slipping two fingers into my pussy.

I let out a loud gasp as he starts to bang away at my insides, not even bothering to take things slowly.

It isn’t long before he adds a third finger into the mix, then a fourth, jamming them into my soaking wet pussy and hammering away at my snatch without mercy while my body shakes and shimmies and I gasp for breath as an orgasm quickly builds inside me.

But Chris doesn’t stop there.

After destroying my pussy with four fingers for half a minute, he turns up the heat, again reaching out with his free hand and wrapping it around my throat.

Staring at me, his eyes locked onto mine, Chris chokes me while continuing to mercilessly hammer my pussy with his fingers, his whole hand practically inside me now.

 The pleasure I’m feeling combined with my lack of air supply is intoxicating and it brings me to within inches of cumming again. Before I know it, I’m right on the edge, my body tight and tense, just waiting for the cue to release.

And then it comes, as Chris lets go off my throat but continues banging away at my pussy.

I let out a deep growl as an orgasm pours through my body, causing me to shake and shimmy and shoot a river of juices out of my pussy and all over the floor.

“Holy fucking shit!” I moan as my body starts to recover. “That was fucking incredible!”

But Chris isn’t satisfied. Without so much as even acknowledging my declarations of pleasure, he spins me around so I’m facing the wall then shoves me up against it. With my face and chest against the wall, Chris presses his body up against mine, his hard cock (which is still trapped in his pants) pushing up against my lower back.

“Is this what you want?” Chris says, his mouth right against my ear. “To be held up against the wall and fucked without mercy?”

“It’s exactly what I want,” I say.

“Yeah, I bet it is,” Chris says. “Because you’re a filthy fucking slut.”

“That’s right,” I say. “The filthiest.”

“Tell me you want my cock,” he says.

“I want it,” I said, my voice an exaggerated whine. “Please give it to me.”

“What do you want?” he asks, taunting me, playing with me.

“You know,” I say, playing coy.

“Tell me,” he says. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want your cock,” I say, rubbing my ass back against him. I can feel his cock pressing even harder against his jeans now. I can’t wait to feel it pounding away at me.

“Where do you want it?” Chris says.

“Inside of me.”

“Say it again. I want to hear it again.”

“I want your cock inside of me,” I say, my voice radiating need. “Please give it to me. Please.”

“Soon,” he says. “But not yet.”

And with that, Chris grabs a handful of my hair and uses it do lead me across the room towards the couch.

Once we’re there, he hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my waist and picks me up. After spinning me around, he drops me onto the couch. I’m upside down and backwards, my back resting on the cushions with my still-bound arms between them, my head hanging off the front of the couch, where the legs usually go, and my legs draped over the back, where the head usually is.

Once I’m in position, Chris pulls his pants off and drops to his knees. His cock is stiff as a board and resting on the underside of my chin. He grabs ahold of his shaft and smacks me with his cock a couple of times and then slides it into my mouth.

Chris proceeds to fuck my face, going full-bore right from the get-go, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth in a fast but steady rhythm. After a little while, he grabs ahold of my tits for more leverage and hammers his cock into my mouth with more intensity, his balls slapping against my nose with every thrust.

With my head hanging upside-down, there’s nothing I can do to stop the saliva from pouring out of my mouth. It’s dripping down my face, getting into my eyes and nose, coating my features, turning me into a disgusting, drooling, coughing mess.

But Chris doesn’t slow down one bit, pumping my mouth a few more times before slamming his cock into me balls-deep, forcing me to deepthroat him.

“That’s right,” Chris says. “Take it. Take my whole fucking cock in your throat.”

His cock is deep inside my throat for a full five seconds before I start to gag and try to pull away. But Chris is having none of it. Leaning forward, he forces his cock even deeper inside my throat, something I didn’t think was possible.

“You wanted it rough,” he says. “So now you’re getting it.”

I gag again, a little more deeply this time, and my legs start banging against the back of the couch. I’m doing everything I can to squirm away but I simply don’t have any leverage at all in my current position and don’t make any progress.

Chris holds his cock in my throat for at least another five seconds before finally pulling off. Smiling, he stares down at me as I cough and gasp, searching for air.

“Was that too much?” he asks, letting his tough-guy façade slip for a moment.

“Hell no,” I reply, matching his grin. “I’m loving every minute of this.”

Laughing, Chris shakes his head. “You’re out of control.”

“Just keep it coming,” I say. “I can take more.”

“If you insist,” Chris says.

After getting back into character, he grabs me by the ankles and pulls my legs up further, so my head is lying atop the couch instead of hanging down. Once I’m in position, he steps forward and puts his knees on the couch and squats down, straddling my head so his ass right above my face and his balls are hovering over my mouth.

“Suck on my balls,” says, dropping them down onto my mouth.

“With pleasure,” I say, taking the whole package into my mouth, sucking on both of his balls at once.

Chris moans as I work his balls, sucking and slurping on them, my tongue moving around to keep him on his toes.

This goes on for a full minute before Chris is ready to move on. He rises up a bit, popping his balls from my mouth, then spits on my face and uses his cock to rub in the saliva in before smacking me with it a couple of times.

Then, without any further warning, drops his ass down, using my face as a seat cushion.

I immediately go to work on his asshole, licking it up and down and around the edges while he hovers above me.

“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” Chris says. After a couple of deep, shuddering breaths, he says, “Stick your tongue out. I want to ride your fucking tongue.”

I do as I’m told, making my tongue rigid and sticking it out of my mouth.

“There you go,” Chris says, rubbing his ass back and forth along my face, riding my tongue with his asshole. “Don’t fucking move.”

Chris 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. Reaching down, he spreads his ass cheeks, opening himself further up to me, then drops his full weight onto my face, smothering me with his ass, my tongue sliding a good two inches into his anus.

“Holy fucking shit,” Chris says. A few seconds later, he goes to work on my tits, smacking away at them while I continue tonguing his asshole. He’s trying to take his mind off of cumming by turning his attention to my tits, but I don’t think he’s having any success. From the way his body is tensed up, I think he’s right on the verge of cumming.

My suspicions are confirmed a short time later, when he suddenly jumps up off of my face, forcing my tongue out of his asshole. I watch with amusement as he grips his cock tightly but that doesn’t seem to be working, so he gives it a couple of good, hard smacks to calm it down.

“Did it work?” I ask, smiling at him from my upside down position.

“For the time being,” he says.

“It better have,” I say, messing with him just a bit. “Because I still need more from you.”

“Maybe you do,” he says. “But I’m not sure how much more I can give you. I’m ready to cum and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Then let’s take care of that,” I say.

“I’ll give it a shot,” Chris says. “But I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

“Don’t worry about the length of time,” I say. “Just worry about how hard and rough you can get. That’s what really matters to me at this point.”

Chris takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “If you insist.”

“I do, I do,” I say, grinning at him. “I want you to fuck me with everything you have. I want you to punish me. To break me in half.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Chris says. He takes a series of deep breaths and lets them out quickly, getting himself back into the right mindset. Once that’s done, he undoes his belt, releasing my arms from their trapped position behind my back, then spins me around on the couch and positions me so my knees are on the cushions and my arms are gripping the back of the couch and my ass is facing him.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” he asks, smacking my ass with an open palm.

“Fuck yes,” I reply. “I can’t wait.”

Chris slaps my ass again, this time on the other cheek. He grabs me by the hips and pulls my body back a little bit and pushes my legs open further. Then he slides his cock into me.

We both let out simultaneous groans as he enters me, his cock filling up my soaking wet pussy. He immediately starts hammering away at me from behind, slamming his cock deep inside me, his hips bouncing up against my ass with serious force.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry. “Pound me with your fucking cock! Pound me with it!”

And pound me he does, his hands on my hips to pull me backwards as he thrusts forward, our flesh smacking together loud enough to fill the room with sounds of wetness.

“Give it to me, give it to me!” I cry. “Fuck that pussy like there’s no tomorrow. Punish it, fucking punish it!”

I tilt my head back, sending my hair spilling down my shoulders. Chris immediately grabs ahold of my hair and gives it a harsh tug, tilting my chin towards the ceiling.

“That’s right, that’s right,” I cry. “Pull my hair! Pull my fucking hair!”

I can hear him grunting more loudly now as he approaches orgasm. But I still need more from him if I’m going to cum again before he does.

“Come on you little piece of shit!” I yell. “You can do better than this. Fuck me harder! I need it harder! Show me what you got!”

Chris lets out a deep growl starts fucking me with even more intensity, his body slamming into mine so hard that I can barely breath while he rears back and yanks on my hair, stretching my neck out and forcing me to arch my spine and tilt my chin higher towards the ceiling to relieve some of the pressure.

“That’s it,” I scream. “That’s it! But you can do it harder still! Come on, you can give it to me harder! Fuck me like you mean it goddammit! Fuck me harder!”

“Yeah?” Chris says between breathless grunts. “You want it harder?”

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

 Chris releases my hair and grabs me around and waist and lifts me up then drops me back down on the couch so I’m folded in half at the waist. Both my knees are still on the couch but now my head is down next to them, smashed in between the cushions where the backrest meets the seat.

Chris rises up higher, putting both feet on the couch for more leverage and altering the angle of his cock sliding into my pussy, allowing him to penetrate me more deeply. Towering over me now, he pushes on the back of my head, pressing my face deeper into the cushions while he continues to fuck me doggy style.

I’m grunting and groaning louder now, as Chris slams into me, fucking me with reckless abandon, his animalistic groans in time with his thrusts, my screams of pleasure muffled by the couch cushions.

Hammering away at me like a madman, Chris holds me down while he fucks me. Even though my arms are no longer bound behind my back, my positioning on the couch leaves me completely helpless, with no control whatsoever, which heightens my pleasure to the fullest, eventually bringing yet another orgasm crashing down on me.

I’m too far gone right now even for words. The sounds coming from my mouth are of the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Chris 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 couch cushions as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful. 

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