Saturday, August 11, 2012

Friends - Chapter One

I’m still not sure what Paige saw in me. She was socially conservative and excruciatingly proper; I’m a warped nihilist with a chaos fetish. I was too young for her and we had very few common interests. The sex was great, but I still don’t think it could have been good enough to justify our relationship.

I know what I saw in her, though. Girls my age tended to view sex as something that was terrifying, cannot be enjoyed, and should only be had with a man that you think you might someday marry. Paige wasn’t by any means a slut, but at 22 she had at least outgrown those silly beliefs – she enjoyed sex and was willing to have it just for fun, even though she knew there wasn’t any real future between us. I know it’s tremendously shallow, but at my age that was enough.

She was also smoking hot. 5’2", 110 pounds, and with flowing orange hair, she was often mistaken for a model. Though she never dressed in a way that would be considered slutty, she was hit on constantly. I kind of liked that – I don’t get jealous easily, and there was something incredibly validating about knowing that seemingly every other man wanted to fuck my girlfriend.

Paige lived in an off-campus apartment with her best friend Alana. They actually looked extremely similar, except for the fact that Alana was a couple of inches taller and brunette. They were frequently mistaken for sisters, due to their similar appearance and close relationship. I probably would have thought Alana was smoking hot as well, if it weren’t for the fact that she was a perpetual cunt to me.

The fact that Paige had her own place was also a major plus. As a high school kid, having a place that I could get drunk (on beer that my girlfriend could legally buy), fuck my brains out, and sleep off the damage without having to worry about parental interference was fucking huge. My friends would look forward to the day that the stars aligned and they might be able to sneak in a couple of uninterrupted hours with their significant other in her home; I’d just go over whenever.

The only problem with spending time at her place was Alana, who never passed up on an opportunity to let me know how much she despised me. At first I thought it was just a personality clash – I’m unapologetically aggressive and frequently outright offensive, traits that many people dislike. Paige told me that wasn’t it, though. Apparently Alana just hated every man that Paige dated, regardless of his personality. Fortunately, I didn’t really care – I had already written Alana off as an irritating bitch; I wasn’t even a little concerned with how she felt about me.

Eventually, Paige explained her theory about the hatred. The two had always been best friends, but Alana also had a mild crush on Paige despite the fact that she identified as mostly straight. She had been open about it, but Paige was almost militantly heterosexual – she freaked out if I tried to kiss her after oral sex out of fear that tasting herself would make her gay. They were close enough that it didn’t screw up the friendship, but Paige assumed that Alana was always a little jealous of the men that she slept with.

I should probably point out that while Paige had issues with lesbianism, she was hardly sexually repressed. She had some deep exhibitionist and masochistic streaks. She loved the risk of fucking in public, and really got off on being degraded and slapped around during sex.

I headed over to Paige’s place on Friday night. She had some movie that she wanted to watch with me. I didn’t really care about the movie, but she had beer and Alana had plans to go out that night. I was willing to sit through some shitty chick-flick if it meant wild, drunken sex without Alana interfering.

When I arrived, I was disappointed to find out that Alana was still there. Paige explained that her plans had been cancelled, and suggested that we could go out instead. I declined that offer – I didn’t really feel like going out, but more importantly it felt like it would be a pussy move. I wasn’t afraid of Alana, and I wasn’t about to change my plans because she had a problem with me.

Paige excused herself to grab the movie, leaving me alone with Alana. While she was gone, Alana tried her hardest to make me feel uncomfortable, staring at me coldly while saying nothing. I probably should have respected the fact that I was in her home, but I have difficulty backing down when I feel challenged.

Maintaining eye contact with her, I took a seat on their couch while grinning dismissively. I wanted to let her know that I wasn’t intimidated by her bullshit stare in the slightest; that I barely even noticed how much she hated me and certainly didn’t care. She seemed to catch on – as I stretched out my arms on the couch, she looked as if she was going to explode.

Paige returned with the movie before either of us said anything. After popping it in the DVD player, she lowered the lights and took a seat next to me on the couch. Leaning back, I stretched my arm over her and wrapped it around her shoulder. It was partially out of a desire to hold her, but partially just a juvenile act of marking her as mine in front of Alana.

Irritatingly, Alana took a seat on Paige’s opposite side. I considered telling her to fuck off, but thought better of it. It was just as much Alana’s apartment as Paige’s, and I suspected that Paige would side with her friend over me. More importantly, I realized that was just want Alana wanted – she was lingering around just to piss me off, letting her know that it was working would be counterproductive. I figured that my best bet would be to simply ignore her presence.

I don’t remember what the movie was, but I remember that it was painfully boring. I tried futilely to pay attention for the first half hour before giving up completely. With little else to distract me, I found myself drinking heavily. Unfortunately, the alcohol did little to make the movie more interesting.

As the movie droned on I found myself getting increasingly irritated with Alana’s presence. If she wasn’t there I’d have already been fucking Paige. There was no reason for her to be there – it didn’t seem like she was any more interested in the shitty movie than I was; the only thing her presence was accomplishing was cock-blocking me.

She must have known what she was doing. Alana was a bit of a cunt, but she wasn’t an idiot. She wasn’t getting in Paige’s pants, and she wanted to make sure that no one else did. It didn’t bother me that she was working against me – I like a challenge every now and then – but it bothered me that it was working.

As the alcohol lowered my inhibitions I realized that it really shouldn’t be working. The only thing stopping me from being all over Paige was the belief that it would be inappropriate to do so with Alana in the room. I fucking hated Alana, though – making her uncomfortable should have been a goal. I’m also an exhibitionist, I actually prefer fucking while people watch. I saw no reason to restrain myself for Alana’s benefit, if she had a problem with it she could always leave the room.

Leaning over, I kissed Paige on the mouth. She seemed a bit hesitant but she kissed back anyway. When I look back on it I think she probably wanted to fuck as badly as I did, she just didn’t want to actually tell her friend to piss off. Emboldened by the alcohol and my desire to fuck with Alana, I pressed on. Paige reciprocated, though she kept me from going too far; swatting my hand away whenever I tried to slip it inside her clothing.

Paige played up the whole conservative image, but she was hardly afraid of sex. Once she got turned on she’d drop the whole I’m a proper lady act and the real Paige would come out. I assumed that the only thing that was holding her back was her fear of offending Alana, and I believed that if I could get her aroused enough it wouldn’t be an issue.

After a few minutes of making out with her she was no longer blocking me when I tried to get my hand up her shirt. She’d push me back a little whenever Alana made her presence known, but otherwise did her best to stealthily encourage me. Unfortunately, Alana seemed hell-bent of clearing her throat every time I started to get anywhere.

I considered moving things to Paige’s bedroom but decided not to. I knew it would make things easier, but easy was not my goal. I wanted to fuck, but I wanted to fuck with Alana too. I was tired of her bullshit and making out with the woman she had a crush on right in front of her seemed like an awesome way to get back at her. Each time she cleared her throat irritated me, but I comforted myself in knowing that what I was doing was almost certainly hurting her worse.

After about fifteen minutes of making out, Paige excused herself to hit the bathroom. Alone again with Alana, I shot her an arrogant grin. I wanted her to know that she wasn’t bothering me in the slightest, and that I had no intention of backing down.

I know what you’re doing, she growled.

I’d hope so, I shrugged. I mean, I think you’re a cunt, not an idiot – and you’d have to be an idiot not to see what I’m doing.

So this is your genius plan? she shot back. Artlessly groping Paige to mark your territory? Yeah, I’m sure you’ll have a real bright future with her.

If you’re thinking about my future with her, you’re probably overthinking this, I retorted. Let me simplify this for you – I’m going to continue making out with Paige, right here in your living room. If you want to continue with your bullshit throat clearing, that’s fine – it’s going to stop working soon enough. If you want to be a little bitch and run away so that you don’t have to watch, that’s fine too.

This is my fucking home, she reminded me. If anyone’s leaving, it’s going to be you.

And yet, here I am, about to fuck your best friend on your couch without the slightest concern, I laughed. You might be looking at this the wrong way, bitch – if you play your cards right, I might just let you watch. That’s about as close as you’re ever going to get to fucking her yourself, you know.

Alana looked like she wanted to rip my throat out, which was pretty much the reaction that I was going for. I wanted her angry and frustrated; it felt only fair after her incessant cock-blocking. Before she could do anything, though, Paige returned to the room with a blanket.

Paige sat down again next to me and tossed the blanket over us. She made up a lame excuse about being cold, but I think everyone knew what was really going on. She wanted some privacy to mess around, but she didn’t want to excuse herself to her bedroom. Paige was weird – making out with me in front of her friend wasn’t a problem as long as we were hidden, but actually going into her bedroom with me before the movie ended would have made her feel slutty.

I was okay with the blanket. I knew that Paige would be more receptive with it blocking Alana’s views, and I also knew that it wouldn’t prevent Alana from knowing what I was doing. She might not know the specifics, but I was pretty sure it’d get to her just the same. In a way it was almost better – she might very well imagine that I was doing worse things than I actually was.

With the blanket covering us Paige was much less reluctant. Instead of blocking my advances when I slid my hand up her shirt she leaned back to allow me access. I was subtle in my actions, careful not to make any motions that would convey exactly what I was doing to Alana. I didn’t mind her knowing, but I didn’t want Paige to stop me.

Keeping my motions fluid and relatively slow, I continued to fondle her for a few more minutes before slipping my hand down the front of her pants. Paige gasped a little, but slightly parted her legs to allow access. Needing no further encouragement, I slid my hand into her panties and began rubbing her clit.

Paige had always had a very sensitive clit, and it seemed like she was enjoying the risk factor of having my hand down her pants with Alana sitting right next to her. After a few minutes, she was visibly struggling to hide her pleasure. Though she managed to prevent herself from moaning, her rapid, shallow breathing left little doubt as to what was going on. Leaning forward, Alana shot me a dirty look. I returned it with a smile.

After about ten minutes Paige was having difficulty controlling herself. She whispered that we should go to her room into my ear, but I turned her down. I removed my hand from her pants and claimed that I wanted to see the rest of the movie. She knew it was bullshit, of course – I hadn’t even been pretending to be interested in the movie – but she didn’t want to argue.

Paige looked surprised and frustrated. Alana looked confused - I think she had hoped that we’d disappear into her room, allowing her to remove herself from the awkward situation that I had created without having to actually back down and lose face. I did my best to look oblivious, as if I had no idea how frustrated Paige was or what she had meant when she asked to take me to her bedroom. Neither of them was drunk enough to want to explain it to me.

I gave Paige about ten minutes to cool off before I slipped my hand down her panties again. She seemed a little more reluctant to allow me access that time, but she didn’t tell me to stop. Alana shot me another dirty look as I went back to finger fucking Paige, but she managed to hold her tongue. I ignored simply ignored her, focusing instead of getting Paige off.

Paige lasted about five minutes before she found herself uncomfortably close to orgasm. Just as she had the last time, she pulled my hand out of her panties and suggested that we go to her room. I strongly considered it – after watching her struggle to repress her lust I was feeling pretty horny myself – but I decided not to. I could hold off a little longer, and the enraged look on Alana’s face was making it all worthwhile.

By that point it was painfully obvious that I didn’t care about the movie, but neither of them seemed to want to call out me on it. I think the idea of excusing herself early to go to her bedroom with me was difficult enough for Paige to accept; arguing with me to make me come with must have been unfathomable. Conversely, while Alana had no interest in sitting around as I fingered her friend she wasn’t about to encourage us to head to the bedroom where I’d be free to do whatever I wanted.

I let Paige cool off a bit, enjoying the fact that everyone was wondering what the fuck I was doing but no one wanted to say anything. Again leaning back, I draped my arm over her shoulder and pretended that I was spontaneously interested in the movie. Alana was glaring at me, Paige was begging me with her eyes, but I pretended not to notice either of them.

Once I felt that Paige had relaxed enough I went back to work. She seemed extremely hesitant to let me back into her pants –she must have known that I was up to something – but she relented just the same. I think that between the alcohol and the frustration she was willing to give me much more leeway than she normally would. Regardless of why she tolerated it, she clearly enjoyed it – in a matter of minutes, I again had her struggling to repress her moans.

I didn’t wait for her to pull me hand out that time, though. Once it seemed like she was just about to again tell me to come to the bedroom with her, I immediately stopped without saying a word. I figured that she’d probably stop me anyway, so I may as well take control and stop myself.

Paige didn’t care for it at all. She glared at me; a mixture of confusion, lust, and frustration in her eyes. Alana glared at me too – she might not have known exactly what I was doing, but she knew that she should hate me for it. I struggled to continue to pretend that I had no idea how both of them felt.

I repeated my actions three more times. Each time, I’d bring Paige as close as I could to the point where I thought she’d stop me then unceremoniously stop myself. My goal was to have her so desperate for an orgasm that she’d be willing to have it in front of Alana. Alana had accused me of trying to mark my territory, and I was okay with that – but if I was going to mark my territory, I wanted to do it right.

Paige was practically begging me to come with her to the bedroom. She still held back a little – she kept her voice low and tried to whisper in my ear so that Alana wouldn’t hear, but it was obvious how frustrated and desperate she had grown. I was okay with that – her desperation was a major turn-on. Alana, of course, was very much not okay with it. Unfortunately for her, there wasn’t anything she could do about it.

Sliding my hand down Paige’s pants yet again, she shot me a look of pleading. I had denied her an orgasm so many times; she was struggling to maintain her composure. As I went back to finger fucking her, she quietly begged me to take her into her bedroom. I felt a little bad for her – the pain and frustration was evident in her voice – but I refused yet again. I needed her frustrated.

It didn’t take long to reach the point where she was having difficulty hiding her moans. Paige looked terrified – I’m sure she thought I was just going to stop again before she attained satisfaction. I wasn’t planning to, though. I suspected that she was desperate enough that she wouldn’t stop me if I didn’t stop myself. The pained look on her face suggested that I was right.

Please, let’s just go to the bedroom already, she begged in my ear.

Movie isn’t over, I reminded her, whispering loud enough that Alana would be able to hear. I can just stop if you want me to, though.

Paige looked torn. I could see the gears turning in her head as she weighed the humiliation of cumming while Alana sat right next to her versus the pain of being denied yet another orgasm. She clearly didn’t like either option, but I wasn’t giving her any other choices. Unable to decide which fate was worse, she simply held her tongue.

I took her silence to mean that she wanted me to continue. She wasn’t going to outright ask me to finish her off with her friend right there, but she wasn’t doing anything to stop me, either. Interested in seeing how far I could get before something snapped, I continued to finger-fuck her.

Before long, Paige was moaning softly. It was very faint – I’m sure she was using all of her willpower to remain quiet, but it was clearly audible. Alana must have heard it too; she glared at me with an unrivaled hatred. I was happy – that was precisely the reaction that I wanted from her.

You know she has her own room, Alana growled. You don’t need to do this in front of me.

Paige begged me with her eyes to take her to her bedroom, but I wasn’t interested in that. I was enjoying having an audience, and I’m pretty sure that Paige was too – even if she couldn’t admit it. Besides, by that point it felt like taking Paige to her room would be backing down and letting Alana win, and I couldn’t let that happen.

No TV in there, I shrugged, and I’m ever so interested in this movie. Still, if we’re making you uncomfortable, you can fuck off at any time. Running away like a frightened little bitch might not seem dignified, but it’s your call.

It’s my home, she hissed. I have a right to be here.

You do, I agreed. Which is really the only reason I’m letting you watch. Your residency doesn’t give you control over Paige’s genitals, though – that belongs to me. You can either fuck off or watch quietly, but you damned sure can’t stop me.

I worried that I might have overplayed my hand. Paige didn’t look all too happy about my claim that I owned her cunt, but she hadn’t stopped me yet. Realizing that really the only thing I had going for me was her arousal; I focused on rubbing her clit as I leaned in to kiss her deeply on the mouth.

It seemed to work. By the time that I broke the kiss off, Paige seemed to have forgotten entirely about Alana’s objections. I think if anything, Alana’s complaints had only helped me – now that there was no denying her state, Paige was a bit less focused on hiding what was going on. As I continued to fuck her with my fingers her moaning grew louder and louder.

Alana continued to glare at me, but she didn’t say anything. It made sense – the last time she said something, it only helped me. I’m still not entirely sure why she chose to stick around, but I suspect that she just didn’t want to lose face by retreating to her bedroom. I didn’t really care what her motivation was, though – I was just happy to be hurting her.

Before long, it was pretty obvious that Paige was about to cum. I had initially planned to let her, but I was having second thoughts. Once she attained that satisfaction she’d be much more difficult to control, and I wasn’t done just yet. Fingering her to orgasm under a blanket was fun, but I wanted Alana to see me really defiling her. I didn’t want her to have to imagine what I was doing to Paige, I wanted her to be able to see it with her own eyes.

I removed my hand from Paige’s pants without saying a word. Paige looked like she was about to cry – she had been closer to orgasm that time than any of the previous times that night, and I think she assumed that I was going to finish her off. I felt a little bad torturing her like that, but it was a serious turn on as well.

Paige shot me an utterly pathetic look of pleading, clearly desperate to get me to finish her off. Fortunately for her, I wasn’t planning to let her cool down again – I just wanted more. After unbuttoning her pants under the blanket, I slid them down to her ankles. Stepping on them, I pulled her feet through, leaving her bottomless aside from her panties. Paige looked frightened, but she had the blanket covering her at the moment.

I slid my own pants off, kicking them into the center of the room. Alana let out a disgusted scoff, clearly hoping to remind me of how inappropriately I was behaving. I didn’t care, though – my cock was rock hard, and I wanted to do something with it.

Wrapping my arm around Paige’s torso I pulled her on top of me. She put up a token resistance, but quickly cooperated when I pretended I was losing interest. As Alana watched on in utter horror, Paige straddled me. Face to face with her with the blanket covering us both, I reached down and pulled her panties to the side before sliding my cock into her.

Paige looked both relieved that I wasn’t going to neglect her again and humiliated that I was actually fucking her in front of her friend. Not wanting her sense of shame to fuck things up, I began thrusting my hips up and down as best as I could while rubbing her clit. She still looked terrified, but she began to softly moan.

You really disgust me, you know, Alana growled.

You’re free to piss off, I reminded her. You’re the one that decided to stick around and watch, so don’t bitch to me about it.

Watch what? she sneered. You artlessly bumping around under a blanket with my best friend? Please, little boy, you might think that you’re especially bold but you’re really just a pig.

I didn’t actually disagree with her – with the blanket draped over us there really wasn’t much to see. I also felt like she was implying that I didn’t have the balls to lose the blanket, and that felt like a challenge. She might have just hoped to provoke me into doing something that would cause Paige to stop me, or she might have legitimately wanted a better view, but at that moment I didn’t care.

Grabbing the blanket, I pulled it off and to the left. Paige tried to hold onto it, but I easily overpowered her and tossed the blanket to the side. With it gone, she looked absolutely mortified, but she didn’t look the slightest bit turned off. As I said, Paige was into some degree of exhibitionism and humiliation.

Wrapping my arm around her back, I held her close while dragging my nails along her spine. Holding her in place, I thrust my hips up and down violently – partially for the sexual pleasure, but just as much to demonstrate to Alana that I was in control. As I fucked her hard, Paige began moaning openly. Alana looked on in disgust, but she kept her mouth shut.

Paige’s moans made me feel a little more confident. I wanted to push her to her limits, and the fact that she was no longer hiding her pleasure meant that I could go much further. Hoping to fuck with Alana by demonstrating how much Paige enjoyed fucking me, I began slowing my thrusts until I wasn’t moving at all, forcing Paige to do the work. She was on top, after all.

Paige didn’t seem to appreciate it, but she didn’t stop. She made a couple of shallow bounces on my cock, seemingly hoping to get me started again. When that didn’t work, she forced her crotch down onto me hard, grinding it back and forth. It felt good, but it didn’t feel visible enough. I wanted Alana to see us really fucking, not just grinding together with my cock hidden inside her.

I grabbed Paige’s ass, lifted her up, and then pulled her back down hard. She shot me a look of fear and desperation – I’m sure she was struggling enough just fucking in front of Alana; being forced to fuck in such an obvious way must have been difficult. I returned her pleading look with one of obstinance, hoping to let her know that if she wanted to cum, she’d have to play by my rules.

Keeping my hands on her ass, I continued to guide her motions for a minute or so. Once I felt that she had emotionally adjusted to the idea of fucking me like that while Alana watched I released my grip. Pleasingly, Paige continued fucking me as I had been forcing her too. I think she figured that the damage had already been done – Alana had seen her bouncing on my cock, and there was no way to take that back. She might as well enjoy it.

Glancing over at Alana, I noticed that her expression had changed slightly. She still looked enraged at me and disgusted by my actions, but she seemed a bit more interested in what I was doing than she probably would have liked. She tried to hide it, but I caught her staring at us more than a few times. Enjoying her discomfort, I decided to push my luck.

You don’t have to pretend that you’re not watching, I laughed. I know you want to see this – it’s as close as you’re ever going to get to fucking her yourself.

Keep dreaming, faggot, she hissed. I have no desire at all to see your pathetic little pee-pee violating my friend.

That’s just rude, I sighed. Probably a bit counter-productive, too. I’m a generous guy; if you behave yourself I might just let you take a turn after I’m done. Keep insulting me, though, and I doubt I’ll feel so charitable.

Alana looked incredulous. I’m sure she didn’t want to discuss her attraction to Paige in that situation and with me present, but the cat was already out of the bag. She looked like she wanted to murder me, but she held her tongue. I suspected that while she wasn’t about to admit it, she wasn’t exactly opposed to my idea.

Unfortunately, Paige didn’t look all too happy with me either. The idea of being shared was actually a long-time fantasy of hers, but her homophobia was a bit of an issue. I think if I had offered another man the right to fuck her when I was done with her she’d have been all over it, but the fact that it was Alana made it a bit difficult for her to handle. She was clearly pissed off at me, but she didn’t stop fucking.

Still, I was feeling bold. I had gotten away with so much that night, and I didn’t want to bitch out then. I knew that I had a ton of control over Paige through her own sense of lust, and it seemed like Alana was actually open to the idea. The idea of forcing Paige to fuck Alana was extremely hot to me, and it felt like I might actually be able to pull it off.

You look offended, I mentioned, turning my attention back to Paige. We can stop, if you feel that I’ve crossed the line – we’ll just go back to watching the movie, exactly as we were before.

Paige didn’t look happy about that suggestion. She must have remembered how sexually frustrated I had been keeping her and had no desire to return to that. She also knew me well enough to know that I wasn’t bluffing. Still, her taboo over lesbianism ran deep; she couldn’t just agree to what I was suggesting.

I’m not gay, she replied defiantly, more lust evident in her voice than I think she would have liked. I’m not going to have sex with Alana.

That remains to be seen, I shrugged. If Alana can’t keep her whore mouth shut, you’re off the hook completely. If she does manage to be a good little bitch, though, I think it’s only fair that she get some reward. You know this can’t be easy for an obnoxious cunt like her.

What kind of reward? Paige demanded. I’m not going down on her.

I was happy that she had asked. It showed that while she was resistant, she was at least partially receptive to the idea. While I did want to force her to eat pussy, I was okay with putting that off a little longer. I wasn’t planning to break up with Paige at any point in the immediate future, and I can be patient when I need to be.

Fair enough, I replied. I won’t make you suck her off – at least, not tonight. Still, she should get something. I’m thinking I’ll let her suck your cunt when I’m done with it. If that’s not okay, though, we can always stop now. Movie is still playing, and all.

Paige shot me a tortured look, but she didn’t dismount. I could tell that she was really struggling internally, but it looked like she was leaning towards what I wanted. I suspected that she was rationalizing it – if she was only receiving oral, it wouldn’t be completely gay as she wouldn’t even need to know that the tongue servicing her was female.

Glancing over at Alana, she looked equally conflicted. I think she had always assumed that she’d never have a chance to fuck Paige, and the fact that it looked like she might have an opportunity must have been difficult for her to ignore. She might have hated me, but she probably realized I was the only chance she had to get what she wanted.

Feeling that I had said enough, I wrapped my hands around Paige’s waist and pulled her down on my cock. Fully impaled, she grinded her hips back and forth as I slipped my hand down her front. Finding her clit, I began rubbing it as she pleasured herself.

After a few minutes it looked like Paige was about to cum. That made me nervous – I normally want my partner cumming as frequently as possible, but the circumstances were hardly normal. Nearly all of the power that I had over Paige came from my ability to deny her the orgasm that she desperately wanted, and I didn’t want her to decide she was done for the night after she came.

Grabbing her ass, I lifted her up and pulled out of her. She shot me a tremendously hurt look – having been denied an orgasm for so long, she must have really been hurting. I felt a little bad for her, but it was necessary. I needed her to agree to my terms before I could let her achieve the satisfaction that she desperately wanted.

Calm down, I soothed. I’m going to let you cum, but I need a decision from you first. Swear to me that you’ll let Paige suck your twat, and I’ll finish you off.

Paige looked terrified. I knew she didn’t want to agree to my terms, but she knew that it was the only way that I was going to let her cum. Whimpering quietly, she nodded her head and squeezed out a timid okay.

Alana looked like she wanted to say something but was afraid to. I don’t think she really liked the idea of taking my charity fuck, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn it down. I liked that – I was still fucking with her head, and she had no way to hit me back.

I had grown tired of having Paige on top, though. It didn’t allow me much motion, and I didn’t feel that it was explicit enough. Lifting her up, I carried her into the center of the room before forcing her onto her hands and knees. Alana looked on in disgust and desire as I knelt down beside Paige and slipped my cock back into her.

With Paige having already agreed to my terms there was no need to hold back. I wrapped my hands around her waist and fucked her extremely hard. Paige moaned loudly and openly; we were well past the point where any kind of modesty would have been plausible. After only a few minutes, I had fucked her to orgasm.

I was happy with how things were going, but something didn’t feel quite right. One of the nice things about fucking Paige on the couch was that Alana was sitting right there next to us. I knew she was still watching our every move, but with her still on the couch and us on the floor she felt more detached from the situation than I wanted. I decided to fix that.

I hope that you don’t think it’s enough to just sit there and keep your mouth shut, I warned. If you want the honor of sucking your friend’s cunt, I’m going to need a little more.

That wasn’t part of the deal! she protested.

I don’t really give a flying fuck what you think the deal was, I retorted. If you want this pussy, you’ll play by my rules. Now get your ass over here and help.

Alana let out an exasperated sigh, but she got off the couch and began to approach. With her on her way I pulled out of Paige and forced her down to the floor. Rolling her over, I grabbed her ankles and held them apart in the air.

Hold this bitch’s legs open for me, I ordered. Keep them nice and wide so I can plow the slut hard.

Alana shot me a hateful look. I don’t think she liked the way that I referred to her best friend as a bitch and a slut, and she certainly didn’t like the idea of helping me. Still, she must have really wanted Paige – she eventually took her ankles from me and held them apart.

I fucked Paige for a couple of minutes before I became dissatisfied with our current position. Alana was kneeling by Paige’s side to hold her legs open, and I found that Alana’s body was getting in the way. I wanted to be able to grope Paige’s body with my hands, but I couldn’t do so in our current position.

You’re in my way, I growled. I want to grab her tits, and your whore ass is blocking me. Straddle her face – you’ll be able to hold her open for me without fucking things up.

Alana looked irritated by my criticism, but I think she was eager to straddle Paige’s face. Paige looked terrified of the idea, but I figured she could handle it. Alana was still fully clothed, so it wasn’t like she was going to be fucking her mouth.

Alana let out another sigh and climbed up over Paige’s head. It looked like Paige wanted to protest, but she held her tongue just the same. With Alana in position and holding Paige’s legs open I went back to fucking her hard.

I reached down with my right hand and began rubbing Paige’s clit. With my left hand, I grabbed her tit and pinched the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. With my hands free I continued to explore, grope, and abuse Paige’s body as I fucked her hard.

I was intentionally crass and a little bit cruel as well, knowing that Alana had no choice but to watch everything that I was doing to her friend. She looked like she was in total anguish, and I couldn’t blame her. She was, after all, watching and helping me to defile the woman that she had had a crush on for years. I couldn’t tell if she was more jealous or angry, but I didn’t really care.

I fucked Paige for another ten minutes or so, taking full advantage of the access to her body that I had. By that time, it seemed like she was about to cum again. I was pretty close to the edge myself – it took pretty much all of my willpower just to hold back.

I would have liked to give Paige another orgasm, but it didn’t seem strategically wise. I realized that there wasn’t anything forcing her to hold up her end of the agreement – it wasn’t like we had a legally binding contract or anything. It seemed to me like the best way to make sure that she didn’t back out was to leave her frustrated and wanting more, and with no options other than to get it from Alana.

I held my own orgasm back until it seemed like Paige was right about to cum, then pulled out. Whipping the condom off I shot my load all over her cunt, enjoying the fact that if Alana wanted to go down on Paige she’d be forced to taste my cum as well. I hated finishing before Paige, but in that situation it seemed necessary to get what I really wanted.

Paige let out a frustrated groan as she felt my sticky cum rain down on her crotch. She probably knew what I was doing, but had no way to really stop me. She was dreading what she knew was about to happen, but apparently not enough to make it stop. Paige really hated being denied her orgasms.

Alana shot me a look of disgust. I learned later that she really hated the taste of cum, and I’m sure the fact that it was mine wasn’t making it any easier for her. I didn’t care, though – in fact, I was glad that she was unhappy about it. I didn’t want it to be easy on her.

I suppose you behaved well enough, I sighed. Go ahead bitch, eat my girlfriend’s cunt to your heart’s content. While you’re down there, though, make yourself useful. Lick up all that cum I left there; I don’t want to leave a mess.

Alana shot me another look of disgust; I returned it with another arrogant grin. Backing off a bit, I grabbed Paige’s ankles from her hands and held them apart just as she had done for me. She had helped me slightly, it seemed only fair that I return the favor.

Alana hesitated for a brief moment. I don’t know if it was the fact that she knew she’d have to taste my cum or if she was just having difficulty with the crass and insulting way that I was offering her friend to her. Whatever it was, though, she managed to get over it. After letting out another sigh she leaned forward and pressed her face between Paige’s thighs.

Paige groaned in shame and made a token effort to close her legs, but she didn’t tell her to stop. I’m sure it was very difficult for her to accept that she was being orally pleasured by a woman, and with Alana’s crotch still in her face it must have been impossible for her to ignore. Fortunately, she seemed to be overcome with her desire to reach orgasm, and wasn’t able to turn down oral sex when she was so close.

I waited until Paige stopped struggling and then released her legs. With my hands free, I reached down and brushed Alana’s hair to the side. She didn’t seem to appreciate it – I think that she liked the modicum of privacy that she had with her hair draped over her face. I didn’t really care what she wanted, though – I wanted to see what was going on.

It’s difficult to describe the look on Alana’s face. She still looked angry, and I don’t think the privacy that I was denying her was helping her calm down at all. She looked a little disgusted, too, though I suspect that was just because she was being forced to eat my cum in order to get what she really wanted. At the same time, though, she also looked extremely happy. She had fantasized about doing what she was doing for years, after all, and it was finally becoming a reality.

Alana seemed to know exactly what she was doing, too. There was no hesitation in her actions; she was very obviously thrilled to finally get a chance to go down on Paige. Though Paige had initially been reluctant and borderline disgusted, after a few minutes she was moaning in pleasure.

I felt myself growing hard again, which was strange. I’m normally completely disinterested in sex immediately after orgasm, but the sight I was witnessing was just so fucking hot. As Paige began moaning louder, I began to realize that I might be able to go again.

Alana noticed my growing cock out of the corner of her eye and shot me a warning look. I could see her perspective – she had earned the right to suck Paige off without interruption, and it would be unfair for me to interfere. Unfortunately for her, I saw it as another challenge. Grabbing another condom, I slipped it on while she begged me with her eyes to let her finish.

Grabbing Paige’s ankles again, I lifted them into the air. Scooting forward, I thrust my cock into her dripping cunt. Alana looked enraged, but that wasn’t my problem. There really wasn’t anything she could do about it anyway. It wasn’t like Paige was going to tell me to stop, what with her fear of lesbianism.

Don’t look so pissy, I laughed. You can still lick her – you’ll just have to lick around my cock.

Alana didn’t seem to like my suggestion, and I knew why. She knew there was really no way that she could continue going down on Paige without accidentally licking me a few times, and she still very much hated me. Still, she knew that she probably wouldn’t get another chance to suck Paige off, and I think that was more important to her than her hatred for me.

Reluctantly, Alana went back to work. I considered slowing my thrusts to make it easier for her to operate, but decided not to. I didn’t want to make things easy on her, I wanted her to suffer for the bullshit attitude that she had always shown me.

As I continued fucking Paige, I felt Alana’s tongue frequently brushing against my cock. It was obviously accidental – Paige was her target, she just couldn’t help but hit me too – but it was extremely hot. I hated Alana as much as she hated me, but the idea of her being forced to lick my cock was a major turn-on, and the fact that she obviously despised doing so only made it more intense.

Between my cock and her tongue it didn’t take long to get Paige off. If I’m honest, it was probably more Alana’s doing than mine – she clearly knew how to please a woman with her tongue. Still, I don’t think that she could have done it without my help – Paige was so freaked out about lesbianism, I think she needed my cock in her to feel like it was okay to cum.

We continued in that position for another twenty minutes or so, with Paige cumming two more times. Alana shot my dirty looks every now and then, but it was clear that deep down she loved what was going on. Personally, I was about as happy as I could be with the situation – my exhibitionist needs were met, I was getting a fucked-up kind of revenge on Alana, and watching Paige struggle to accept the fact that she was fucking a woman and enjoying it was extremely hot.

Eventually, I couldn’t hold back my second orgasm any longer. I again pulled out of Paige, but not before grabbing Alana by her hair. She looked up at me with a mixture of rage and fear in her eyes, but she didn’t try to pull her head away. I think she thought that I was going to cum on Paige’s twat again, but she was mistaken.

I whipped off the condom and aimed my cock directly at Alana’s face. Strangely, she didn’t struggle at all, though she did keep her mouth closed. I was okay with that – I had already forced her to taste my cum, that time I wanted her to wear it instead.

Grinning widely, I launched the first spurt at her face. She flinched a little, but otherwise held still. Continuing to pump my cock, I coated her face with as much semen as I could produce.

I released my grip on her hair once I was finally spent. Alana shot me a defiant look as if to say that I hadn’t even fazed her before she went back to sucking Paige’s clit. I respected that – as much as I disliked Alana, I was impressed that she could shrug off my facial so easily.

Spent and exhausted, I returned to the couch and lazily watched Alana going down on Paige. I wasn’t able to get it up again, but it was still entertaining. I was honestly impressed with the energy that Alana was putting into it. Though Paige didn’t reach orgasm again, it was clear that she was enjoying it too.

After fifteen minutes or so Alana stopped. Crawling off of Paige, she spun around and kissed her deeply on the lips. I found myself strangely jealous – both of the fact that someone who wasn’t me was kissing my girlfriend, and of the fact that Paige was kissing back despite the fact that she had just gone down on her. The jealousy sucked, but it wasn’t anything that I couldn’t handle. I resolved to use it as fuel for the next time.

It was pretty late by then, so we all went to bed – me and Paige in Paige’s bedroom, and Alana in her own. Holding Paige in my arms, I was extremely happy with how things had went. I had gotten a degree of revenge on Alana, made a significant dent in Paige’s fear of lesbianism, and had two mind-blowing orgasms myself. Of course, I still wanted more.

Chapter 2 is here.

Friends - Chapter Two

I woke up the next morning next to Paige. Although my hangover was intense I felt good overall. I was extremely satisfied with how the previous night had gone and I was optimistic about what I might be able to accomplish in the future. Silently crawling out of bed I did my best to let Paige continue sleeping.

I grabbed a towel and headed towards the bathroom. Normally I’d dress myself before heading into a common area in her apartment but I didn’t really see the point in that. I had ejaculated directly onto Alana’s face while she stared at me with the fury of a thousand suns; letting her see me in nothing but a towel just didn’t seem like that big of a deal anymore.

I exited Paige’s room and found that Alana wasn’t up yet anyway. I hit the bathroom, took a piss, and jumped in the shower. As I washed the sweat from the last night off of my body I tried to process what had happened. It was hard to wrap my head around the fact that I had managed to get my girlfriend to let her best friend go down on her, but I knew that it had happened.

Once I was clean I jumped out of the shower and toweled off. After wrapping the towel back around my waist I headed back out into their living room where I ran into Alana. She did not look happy to see me at all – in fact, she looked utterly disgusted.

This is not a barnyard, she lectured. We wear clothes here – think you can understand that, little boy?

I didn’t expect a warm greeting, but I was a little surprised by her hostility. I realized that we hadn’t made up with each other or anything, but it seemed inappropriate to act as if our relationship hadn’t changed at all. I was okay with it, though – if she wanted to continue as enemies, I could make that work with my plans.

You didn’t seem to mind my nudity last night, I taunted. You’re welcome, by the way.

Excuse me? she growled. I don’t recall thanking you.

I noticed, but I figured that was just because you’re such a cunt, I shrugged. You should thank me, though. You spent what – ten years or so trying to get in Paige’s pants with absolutely no progress to show for it? I spent ten minutes and actually got results. So, yeah – you’re welcome.

I didn’t want it to be like that, she shot back. You didn’t do me any favors.

I don’t really know how you wanted it to be, I laughed, but I don’t really give a fuck either. The fact is that I got results – results that you could never get yourself. Maybe it wasn’t as romantic as you’d like, but don’t pretend you didn’t love every second of it. Speaking of which, if you expect to get another chance you might want to watch your tongue around me. I’m hardly obligated to let you suck Paige’s cunt again.

Alana looked conflicted. I’m sure that she would have loved to spit in my face and tell me to go fuck myself, but I had implied that she might get another chance and she didn’t want to risk losing it. I was bluffing, of course – I still couldn’t believe that I managed to make the last night actually happen – but she didn’t need to know that.

What exactly do you want from me? she hissed.

I want you to fuck Paige’s mouth, I answered truthfully. I think that would be entertaining to watch. I’m pretty sure you want that, too.

You fucking pervert, she accused.

Probably, I shrugged. Your insult would have a lot more weight if I hadn’t watched you slurping my cum from my girlfriend’s cunt last night, just so you know. Speaking of which, how do I taste? Did you choose to wear my cum on your face last night because you don’t like the taste, or are you just that big of a slut?

Alana looked like she wanted to kill me. I think she would have screamed at me if she hadn’t been too angry to form words. I was okay with that. She brought it on herself by trying to insult me.

We don’t need to be friends, I explained calmly. Honestly, in a way I prefer being enemies. That said, I’m going to need your cooperation when I decide to make my move. When that happens, I strongly suggest you keep your attitude in check and follow my lead. Alternatively, you could just accept that you’ll spend the rest of your life remembering the one time I took pity on you and let you suck my girlfriend’s cunt and knowing you’ll never have it again. Your call, really.

Having said my piece I retired to Paige’s bedroom. I didn’t need Alana to agree with me, I just needed to plant the seed. She might spend the rest of the day stewing in hatred and rage for me, but I suspected she’d cooperate when it mattered.

Paige was still asleep. Feeling hungover and not wanting to wake her, I laid down next to her and relaxed. I was too full of energy to actually get back to sleep, but it was nice just lying there with her.

Paige woke up after an hour or so. After using the bathroom, we discussed what had happened the previous night. I was surprised and impressed with her – I had expected her to pretend that it had never happened and refuse to speak about it, but to her credit she was actually quite open. She was obviously a little embarrassed about what had happened, but she wasn’t in denial at all. Most importantly, she didn’t sound like she regretted it.

Her lack of remorse gave me courage. I told her that I really enjoyed what had happened the last night, and that I wanted to do it again. It felt like a risky move – both because I was implying that I wanted more sex acts involving her best friend and because of her fear of lesbianism – but she seemed receptive. I was careful to phrase it as a threesome or group sex, never once mentioning that the act would involve her having sex with Alana. I’m sure she realized that it would, but I didn’t see any reason to remind her.

We went out to breakfast and spent most of the day doing mundane couple stuff. I flirted with her constantly – I wanted her thinking about sex as much as possible. Throughout the day, we discussed the idea of another threesome with Alana.

Paige was surprisingly open to the idea – she seemed not only receptive, but eager. I asked lots of probing questions, trying to figure out what she liked about the idea of a threesome. Paige answered honestly and openly.

She explained that she had often fantasized about having a man fuck Alana roughly. She liked the idea of holding Alana down while I violated her, and assured me that Alana was into rough sex. I was surprised that she fantasized about that, but I was glad to hear it. It wasn’t precisely what I was after – I wanted to make Paige fuck Alana, she seemed more interested in helping me fuck Alana – but I could work with it. Besides, Alana may have been a raging cunt but she was also a smoking hot piece of ass. Fucking her wouldn’t exactly be unpleasant.

Playing off of Paige’s fantasy, I discussed things that I could say and do to Alana. She seemed to respond stronger the more vulgar I got. She didn’t want me to make sweet love to Alana, she wanted me to truly hate-fuck her – she wanted Alana humiliated, degraded, and used. She told me that the only reason she hadn’t chickened out the night before was because I had shot my load on her cunt and she liked the idea of Alana being forced to clean it up.

We stayed out until late. By the time we got back to the apartment I felt like I had all of the information that I needed. I knew exactly what Paige was looking for, I knew second-hand what fetishes Alana had that I could use, and I had an idea how to put it all together in order to get what I wanted. I was feeling pretty good about the situation.

After having discussed her fantasies all day we were both pretty horny. Entering her home, she practically dragged me into her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind us. She didn’t even say hello to Alana, who was sitting on the couch watching TV. I was cool with it – I liked it when she took initiative.

Once in her bedroom I grabbed her and tore her clothing off. While I enjoyed her aggression, I wasn’t about to give up my dominance. Besides, it seemed like it would help me in the long run – she wanted Alana fucked hard; it could only help me to show her how hard I could fuck. I had always taken a dominant role with her, but I wanted to be especially forceful that time.

With Paige naked I quickly stripped out of my clothing and shoved her onto the bed. Pouncing on top of her I pinned her down and explored her body with my hands. Roughly groping her breasts, I kissed her deeply on the mouth. Grabbing her wrists, I pinned her hands down above her head and forced my free hand between her legs.

Paige wasn’t just wet, she was dripping. I don’t know if it was the day spent talking about her sexual fantasies or just my recent aggression, but she was wetter than I could ever remember her being. Not wanting to let the situation go to waste, I forced two fingers inside her, causing her to moan in bliss.

As I began to rapidly pump my fingers in and out of her Paige spread her legs wide. I liked that – it wasn’t like her thighs were blocking me, but I took it as a sign of submission. It felt like I had conquered her, and she accepted that I could use her body however I felt like using it.

I brought her to orgasm in a matter of minutes using nothing except for my fingers. That was abnormal for Paige – though I wouldn’t say that she had difficulty reaching orgasm, it was rarely that easy. I still didn’t know what had her so turned on, but I figured that my rough treatment of her was only helping.

I flipped her over so that she was lying on her front. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her ass up into the air and knelt down behind her. After shoving the head of my cock into her, I grabbed her hair and pulled back hard, thrusting into her. Pressing down on her shoulder while pulling back on her hair, I proceeded to fuck her extremely hard.

I was having fun but it felt like it wasn’t enough. Paige had never been so turned on in all the times that I had been with her – it felt like just fucking her roughly was a wasted opportunity. I knew that a big part of it was the day-long discussion about her fantasies, and the object of her fantasies was sitting right outside the door watching TV. Not bringing Alana into it just felt stupid.

Focusing my willpower, I pulled out of her and shoved her down. Paige whimpered in frustration – I couldn’t blame her, my cock was screaming at me to get back in her. Forcing back my own desire I made up an excuse about having to take a piss and walked out into the living room, completely naked except for a condom.

Alana jumped up a little when I entered the living room, clearly startled. She was still on the couch, still watching television, but the TV was muted. I suspected that she had been listening to us fuck. It didn’t bother me, of course. I like having an audience.

Oh, for fuck’s sake, she groaned, staring at my crotch. Not even a towel this time?

My eyes are up here, I laughed, gesturing at my face.

Don’t flatter yourself, little boy, she growled. Trust me – I have no interest in seeing your pathetic little excuse for genitals.

That’s odd, I shrugged. Last night you seemed pretty interested – in fact, you couldn’t seem to keep your tongue off of it.

Alana was getting flustered. I deeply enjoyed fucking with her; the hatred that I inspired was almost addictive. Still, it wasn’t why I had come out. I enjoyed the verbal sparring, but making her mad wasn’t my goal.

Here’s the deal, I continued before she had a chance to respond. You have a fantasy about fucking Paige’s mouth. I can make that happen, but she has to get her fantasy first.

And what would that be? she demanded.

She wants to see me fuck you, I explained. Well, that’s not entirely accurate – she wants to see me fuck you in the most degrading, abusive, hateful way that I can.

How convenient for you, she sneered.

It is, isn’t it? I laughed. I mean, I get to violate you in the most disgusting way I can imagine, and I can claim the whole thing was just me being altruistic and shit; helping Paige live out her fantasies.

You aren’t helping shit, she growled. No way in hell am I fucking you.

Now that’s just wrong, I sighed. You’ll suck my cock, you’ll eat and wear my cum, but you won’t go all the way? Such a tease.

Alana’s face was bright red. I don’t know if it was from the shame for what she had done the night before or just the anger I was inciting, but I didn’t really care – both were cool with me. I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to talk her into it, but I figured I could plant the seed and get back to Paige. As fun as pissing Alana off was, I was far more interested in fucking Paige’s brains out.

I’m not going to force you to do anything, I shrugged. If the memories of last night are enough for you, that’s fine – go ahead and spend the rest of your life remembering that one time that I let you worm your tongue up Paige’s twat. If you want more, though, you know what it’ll cost now.

Alana still looked angry, but it wasn’t just rage in her face. It looked like she was considering my words; weighing her desire to have nothing to do with me over her desire to have everything to do with Paige. That was precisely what I wanted.

I’m not really as much of a bastard as you seem to think I am, I laughed, turning to head back to Paige’s room. As a show of good faith, I’m going to leave the door open. If you want to stick your head in and see what you’re missing, go right ahead. If you’d prefer to be a little pussy bitch and hang out on the couch, playing with yourself while listening to me fucking your roommate’s brains out – well, at least you’ll be able to hear us better.

Having said my piece I headed back into Paige’s bedroom. Alana remained on the couch, an incredulous look on her face. I think she wanted to say something to me to put me in my place and regain some sense of balance but she couldn’t think of anything. I didn’t really care – I had planted the seed, and while I didn’t know how long it would take to pay off I strongly suspected that it would pay off eventually.

I left the door open when I returned to Paige, just as I had promised. She didn’t look entirely happy with me – I assumed that she had probably overheard most of my conversation with Alana. I wasn’t worried at all – I hadn’t said anything that I felt was inappropriate. Still, I didn’t feel like talking with Paige about what I had said, I felt like fucking. Before she had a chance to lecture me, I climbed into bed and grabbed her by the hair.

Lying on my back, I tightened my grip on her hair and forced her head down into my crotch. Paige put up a token resistance, but eventually relented. As she opened her mouth, I pushed her head down on my cock.

She didn’t look all too happy to be sucking my dick. I suspected that her rule about never tasting anything that had just been in her cunt still stood, but I didn’t feel like obeying it – she had kissed Alana after oral the night before, and I wasn’t about to let Alana have privileges with her that I didn’t receive. Besides, I wanted her to get used to the idea of tasting pussy.

Unfortunately, her discomfort in tasting girl cum was hampering her ability to suck my dick. Her movements were timid and slow; she looked absolutely disgusted to be tasting herself. I couldn’t allow that to stand.

Grabbing her hair again, I took control of her motions. I forced her to make long, violent strokes; ignoring the pained look on her face and the tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted rough, anyway – I didn’t see why that shouldn’t apply to oral sex as well.

Paige emitted a tortured gargling noise each time I forced her head down. I actually found it really hot, but it was redundant and I didn’t want Alana to get bored if she was listening in. Speaking loudly and clearly so that she’d be certain to hear me, I let loose on Paige verbally. I called her a disgusting whore, accused her of liking the taste of her own cunt, and insinuated that that meant she was a cunt-crazy dyke slut. Paige continued to whimper in discomfort, but it sounded like a part of her was enjoying the abuse.

Wanting to test my theory that she was getting off on it, I ordered her to start fucking herself. She rapidly obeyed, spreading her legs wide and thrusting her hand between her thighs. As she began to finger herself her torturing groans took on a much more lustful quality.

After fucking Paige’s mouth for about five minutes Alana walked through the door. I was surprised to see her – I expected her to stick her head in eventually, but not that early. Still, I was glad that she was there – it meant that my plan was working.

Alana took a seat close to the bed but remained otherwise silent. I wanted to call her a pervert and mock her for coming into the bedroom to watch us, but I restrained myself – as fun as it would be to humiliate her, I didn’t want to scare her off. Instead, I simply forced myself to focus on Paige.

Paige apparently noticed Alana’s entrance as well. Although she had been fucking herself in earnest earlier, the motion of her wrist quickly slowed down. I assumed that even though she had some exhibitionist tendencies she didn’t want to look like a slut in front of her friend. Given the force with which I was fucking her face, masturbating openly probably felt like too much to her.

Remembering how Paige had told me that Alana liked it rough, I increased the speed with which I was thrusting her head down on my cock. Paige whimpered and groaned, clearly struggling to handle my brutality. She might not have enjoyed the way I was repeatedly gagging her, but it did seem to get her mind off of Alana’s presence. As I continued to fuck her throat I noticed her wrist moving quicker and quicker until she was once again legitimately fucking herself.

As I continued fucking her throat I began verbally assaulting her again. I focused mostly on the fact that she was tasting cunt – partially because it seemed to get a stronger reaction from her, but also in the hopes of getting her acclimated to the idea. Despite her multitude of issues involving homosexuality, Paige seemed to really get off on it.

Alana seemed to like it as well. I’d glance over at her out of the corner of my eye every now and then, and it seemed like I had her undivided attention. After a few minutes, I also noticed that her hand had slipped down into her pants. What she was doing was far too timid to be considered masturbation, but she clearly enjoyed the show.

Eventually I got bored with fucking Alana’s mouth. I’ve never been a huge fan of receiving oral sex and I was really only doing it as a way to humiliate Paige and keep her quiet. With Alana in the room I didn’t have to worry about her arguing with me about the things that I had said in the living room, and I was certain that I could find other ways to humiliate her that didn’t involve fucking her mouth. Grabbing her hair tightly, I pulled her off of my cock.

I remembered that Paige had mentioned that Alana was into being slapped. I had never slapped a woman before, but it seemed like something that I might enjoy. I reached forward and slapped Paige across the face. I was careful not to hit her hard enough to hurt or leave a mark, but I was still rough enough to produce a very audible whack noise.

Slapping a woman felt strange. My initial reaction was actually remorse – it felt as though I had crossed some kind of line. Paige didn’t look angry or exceptionally hurt, though, so the fear that I had gone too far quickly dissipated. In its place I felt a sense of power and lust. Wanting more, I slapped her again and explained that I was disgusted by how poorly she had sucked my cock.

Both Alana and Paige seemed enthralled by my performance, so I continued. I told her in no uncertain terms that she would be sucking on Alana’s cunt, and that if she was as timid and shy as she had been with me I’d be extremely disappointed. She groaned in disapproval – she was clearly not ready to actually discuss going down on another woman – but she didn’t argue with me. Still, her lack of enthusiasm disappointed me, so I gave her yet another slap to the face.

Still grabbing her by her hair, I thrust her face into the bed. Pressing it down with my hand, I ordered her to shove her ass into the air like the whore she was. She obeyed, though I didn’t feel she was thrusting it as high as she could. With a series of playful slaps to her inner thighs, I encouraged her to raise it higher.

I thought about fucking her from behind again but decided not to – at least, not yet. I was enjoying the act of slapping her around far more than I thought I would and I wanted more. Paige seemed to be getting off on it too, as did Alana. I moved my body so that I was behind her, but instead of sticking my dick in I slapped her hard across her ass.

Paige let out a surprised yelp; she obviously didn’t expect me to spank her. She attempted to lower her ass, but I quickly grabbed her by the waist and spanked her again. I explained to her that she needed to be punished for her failure to give an adequate blowjob, and ordered her to keep her ass up in the air no matter how much it hurt. She whimpered, but she didn’t tell me to stop.

With her struggling to hold her position I spanked her again. She wavered a little, but she did her best to keep her ass up. Entertained, I continued to spank her, deeply enjoying her suffering and humiliation.

I forced her to apologize for her subpar blowjob. She whimpered, but quickly complied. Wanting to push her a little further, I ordered her to promise me that she’d do better when she sucked Alana’s twat. Paige hesitated a bit, then told me that she couldn’t bring herself to say that.

I was sympathetic to the fact that I was asking a lot of her, but I couldn’t just let her get away with such blatant insubordination. Alana was watching, and I felt like if I let that slide I’d look weak in front of her. Letting out a heavy sigh, I told her that I wasn’t going to stop spanking her until she managed to promise me what I had demanded.

Having given my warning I proceeded to spank her brutally hard. Paige yelped, whimpered, and begged for mercy, but she managed to hold her pose. I was impressed by her resilience, but I wanted her submission. Challenging myself to hit her harder, I spanked her until her entire ass was covered with a series of bright pink handprints.

After a minute or so Paige could no longer handle the pain. Tears streaming down her face, she quietly promised me that she’d do better when she went down on Alana. I was pleased with her submission, but she hadn’t been loud enough so I demanded that she repeat herself. She practically shouted it.

Having gotten what I wanted, I decided that Paige deserved a reward. Positioning myself behind her I inserted my cock into her and began to fuck her roughly. Feeling sadistic, I gave her ass a playful slap, enjoying the frightened yelp that she emitted. Not wanting to actually hurt her too bad with more spanking, I occupied myself by grabbing her hair and pulling hard as I fucked into her.

I glanced over at Alana and was surprised with what I saw. Alana had always been so protective of Paige – even knowing that she liked rough sex, I expected her to resent the cruelty with which I was treating her best friend. While her face certainly conveyed a degree of resentment, she was no longer just gingerly playing with herself. The motions in her pants were rapid; she was full-on fucking herself while I abused Paige.

I hadn’t said anything earlier because I didn’t want to scare her off, but her actions made me feel like that wasn’t going to happen. She had noticed me looking at her, and it hadn’t slowed down the motions in her pants in the slightest. I was impressed with her boldness, but it also told me that I could probably push her much harder before she ran away.

You can lose the clothes, bitch, I informed her. I’m sure it’ll be much easier for you to fuck yourself silly without those pants restricting your motion.

Keep dreaming, faggot, she snarled back at me. No way in hell is your ugly ass going to see me naked.

That’s unfortunate, I sighed, punctuating my words with thrusts into Paige. I’m okay with you watching, but you’re overdressed – I think you might be making Paige here feel awkward. I’m going to have to ask you to either lose the clothes or get the fuck out.

Right, it’s my clothes that are making her feel awkward, she laughed sarcastically. Not you treating her like a whore.

Giving Alana orders didn’t seem to work – if anything, it seemed like she’d go out of her way to do the opposite. I realized that the best results that I had gotten with her in the past were generally when I was implying that she was a cowardly little girl. That seemed to get to her, possibly because we both knew that she was years older than me.

I’m treating her like a whore because that’s precisely what she is, I replied, slapping Paige’s ass for effect. As interested as I am in your opinion, though, I’m going to have to ask you to make your choice. Either grow a set and lose your clothes, or run away back to the living room. You can still fuck yourself like the filthy little slut you are out there; you just won’t have to worry about seeing naughty things that would be inappropriate for a little girl like you to see.

Alana glared at me, but stripped down to her bra and panties. I considered telling her that underwear still counts as clothes but decided not to. I didn’t need her to be completely naked and it felt like that would be pushing my luck. Besides, if everything went right I’d get to have the fun of tearing her underwear off of her body myself.

Alana seemed noticeably more shy about masturbating in front of me once she was down to her bra and panties. I considered turning my focus back to Paige so as to let Alana relax a little but chose not to. I was a little irritated with her lack of cooperation earlier, and I wanted her to suffer a bit. Continuing to rhythmically fuck Paige from behind I openly leered at Alana’s body, focusing on her crotch. She slowed down a bit, probably embarrassed by my attention.

Aww, does the poor widdle slut need some pwivacy? I mocked.

Alana shot me a hateful glare. Maintaining eye contact with me she began fingering herself quickly and roughly underneath her panties. Her facial expression made it clear that she was doing it just to show me that she wasn’t intimidated by my staring, but I didn’t care. The important thing was that she was doing it, not why she was doing it.

I fucked Paige from behind for a few more minutes before growing bored of the situation. Fucking my girlfriend while watching her best friend masturbate was fun, but I wanted a little bit more. I wanted Alana involved, not just watching from a distance.

I pulled out of Paige and shoved her down, then flipped her over onto her back. Turning my attention towards Alana, I asked her to again hold Paige’s legs apart for me. I expected to have to fight with her to get her to cooperate, but to my surprise she quickly obeyed. She immediately approached the bed, straddled Paige’s face, and held her ankles apart; just as she had done the night before.

Paige didn’t seem all too happy about it. Where Alana had been wearing jeans the night before, this time there was nothing separating Paige’s face from Alana’s cunt except for her thin cotton panties. Additionally, Paige was completely sober, so she lacked both the lowered inhibitions that she had had the night before and a plausible excuse for her cooperation. She groaned in despair, but she didn’t try to stop it.

Alana revealed a bit of a sadistic streak, grinding her crotch down into Paige’s face while holding her ankles apart. I was impressed, and extremely turned on. The way that Paige’s whimpers were muffled by Alana’s crotch was extremely hot. I could only imagine what must have been going through Paige’s mind.

I fucked Paige for a few minutes like that before deciding that I again wanted more. It seemed like she had mostly adjusted to having Alana’s crotch shoved in her face and I wanted to continue to push her. I didn’t think that I could force her to actually suck Alana off just yet, but I wanted to move towards that.

You don’t have to stop fucking yourself just because you’re holding her ankles apart, I reminded Alana. I mean, I appreciate the help and all, but I wouldn’t want to cut in on your fun. I’ll hold her right ankle, you take the left.

I expected Alana to argue. I was effectively demanding that she masturbate while I fuck my girlfriend and watch, which absolutely didn’t seem like something that she would do willingly. To my surprise, though, she immediately complied with my instructions, releasing Paige’s ankle and thrusting her hand down her panties. I couldn’t tell if she was just really horny or if she just liked the idea of masturbating right in Paige’s face as much as I did, but I figured that it didn’t really matter.

Paige whimpered and groaned in shame, clearly not happy with what Alana was doing. I was fucking loving it, though. The thin cotton of Alana’s panties couldn’t have been blocking much – I was certain that Paige could smell and probably taste Alana’s cunt juice. Inspired by what I was seeing, I began fucking Paige brutally hard.

As I hammered into her, Paige’s groans of humiliation quickly took on a more lustful quality. I didn’t know if I was fucking her hard enough to distract her or if she just got off on the humiliation, but before long she was clearly enjoying what was going on. Reaching down with my free hand I began to rub her clit, hoping to push her towards another orgasm.

Unfortunately, the sight of Alana finger fucking herself right in Paige’s face was a little too hot for me, and I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching. Unable to stop myself, I pulled out and launched thick ropes of semen forward. Most of it landed on Paige’s chest, though I managed to get a fair amount on Alana as well.

I wasn’t all too happy with myself for having reached orgasm before Paige but I figured it wasn’t the end of the world. It was embarrassing, but leaving Paige desperately wanting more while Alana fucked herself right over her face was strategically beneficial. Alana shot me a condescending look, but I didn’t really care – she might have been a key component in my plans, but we didn’t have to actually like each other.

Although I had just cum I was hardly done for the night. I hadn’t accomplished nearly enough, and it felt like so much more was within my grasp. Still, I needed some time to recharge. I backed off from Paige and lied down on the bed next to them.

Alana didn’t need to be told what to do. With me out of the way, she laid down next to Paige and began aggressively making out with her. Paige put up a token resistance, but did nothing to actually stop her. She clearly enjoyed what Alana was doing to her, but she was still uncomfortable with the idea of making out with another girl.

After a few minutes, Paige had dropped her bullshit resistance. She was openly kissing Alana back and making no effort to block Alana’s hands from her body. Alana took for advantage of Paige’s compliance, groping every part of her. I felt mildly jealous, but I managed to keep my cool – I figured Alana was intentionally trying to incite some jealousy, and I didn’t exactly have to worry about Paige leaving me for her anyway. Lying back and watching the show, I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I could get it up again.

After a few more minutes I was interested enough to get back into the action. Alana seemed to have noticed, and it didn’t seem like she was eager to share. She positioned her body so that she was completely blocking me from Paige, which I assumed she thought meant that I’d have to idly sit back and wait for my turn. I wasn’t sure why she would think such a thing, but she was mistaken.

I grabbed Alana and pulled her off of my girlfriend, pinning her down on her back. She resisted, flailing her arms at me while shooting me a look of pure contempt. She obviously didn’t want to get off of Paige, but that wasn’t my problem. Being significantly larger than her, I held her down with ease as she shouted empty threats.

There was something different about the way that she was glaring at me. The hatred in her eyes was still evident, but there was a good amount of lust mixed in there as well. I had initially planned to simply pull her off of Paige so that I could go back to fucking my girlfriend, but I was beginning to have second thoughts. Her impotent rage was a major turn-on, and Paige had wanted me to fuck her anyway. Grinning maniacally, I grabbed her panties by the waistband and pulled them down to her knees.

Get your fucking hands off of me you fucking pervert! she snarled.

I didn’t want to become a rapist, so I complied. Paige looked tremendously disappointed with me, which was fair – I was a little disappointed with myself for having backed off without a fight as well. To my surprise, though, Alana also looked a little disappointed that I had backed off so quickly, and she was making no effort to pull her panties back up.

Here’s the deal, bitch, I explained, hoping to recover from my mistake. I’m not going to rape you – you’re free to fuck off on out of here whenever you want. As long as you stay on this bed, though, I’m claiming access to your entire body – especially the worthwhile parts between your legs. If you don’t like it, piss off. Otherwise, I suggest you keep your whore mouth shut.

Alana glared at me but made no attempt to leave the bed. Feeling bold and hoping to make up for backing off earlier, I tore her panties off and thrust my hand between her legs. Making contact with her cunt for the first time ever, I noticed that she was as wet as Paige had been. I didn’t want to let that go to waste, so I forced a couple of fingers into her.

Alana didn’t run, but she made it very clear that she still hated me. Reaching forward, she slapped me hard across the face. She wasn’t nearly strong enough to hit me hard enough to hurt, but I was impressed by her courage. Paige didn’t seem too happy about her hitting me, though – she grabbed Alana’s arms and pinned them down above her head.

Wanting to taunt her, I brought my face close to Alana’s while I continued to finger fuck her. I smiled widely, enjoying her look of pure contempt. I wanted to remind her how powerless she was by demonstrating how close I could bring my face to her without the slightest fear of her hitting me. She responded by spitting in my face.

The spitting didn’t really bother me – it felt more immature than anything else. Still, it seemed like it would be inappropriate to let it slide. As I continued to finger-fuck her with my right hand, I slapped her across her face with my left. Enjoying her look of shock and pain, I gave her another slap before returning my focus to her cunt.

I fingered her hard while Paige held her down. Although she did her best to pretend to hate every second of it, her lustful moans betrayed the truth. Enjoying her vulnerability I explored the rest of her body with my free hand, squeezing her tits and tweaking her nipples. Alana growled and hissed, but she did not ask me to stop.

Jesus Christ you’re wet, I taunted. I had no idea you felt that way about me, you fucking slut.

It’s not because of you, you piece of shit, she growled. I still fucking hate you, you’re just benefiting from Paige’s work.

Those aren’t Paige’s fingers pumping your slimy little fuck-hole, I reminded her. And it ain’t Paige’s cock that’s going to be replacing them in a minute. If you want me to stop, though, you need only say the word – of course, that’ll mean that your ass has to get out of here.

Alana looked tortured. I think that she wanted to tell me to stop but didn’t actually want me to stop. The soft moaning that she struggled desperately to hide showed that she enjoyed what I was doing much more than she wanted me to know; she just didn’t want to admit that she was eager to fuck someone that she hated so much. She growled and shot angry looks, but otherwise held her tongue.

After a few minutes I had grown bored with simply finger-fucking her. I considered fucking her, but decided to put it off for a little while. Despite what Alana might have wanted Paige and I to believe she very obviously wanted my dick. I was totally up for giving it to her, but I didn’t feel that she had suffered enough.

Removing my hand from her crotch, I flipped her over and forced her to her hands and knees. I instructed Paige to grab her by her waist and hold her steady with her ass in the air; Paige quickly complied with my order. Alana still looked angry, but she also looked afraid.

Moving behind her, I spanked her ass as hard as I could. My hand still stung from spanking Paige earlier, but I ignored the pain. Alana cried out in pain, apparently not expecting me to hit as hard as I did. Deeply enjoying her suffering, I continued to spank her ass hard.

I’m sick and tired of your bitchy attitude, I sighed, trying to sound almost bored. A worthless little slut like you ought to be fucking thrilled that you might get the honor of accepting my cock; yet you’re sitting here acting like an ungrateful little cunt. Apologize for that.

Fuck you, Alana growled.

I liked that she was still fighting, but I couldn’t let her rudeness just slide. She needed to understand that she was no longer in control, that she was obligated to say and do exactly as I commanded. Spanking her was fun, but physical pain alone didn’t seem to adequately convey my message. Wanting to mix some humiliation into her punishment, I forced my index finger up her asshole and began to slowly pump it in and out.

Alana groaned in shame as I finger-fucked her ass. She struggled to get free, but Paige had a tight grip on her and she found escape impossible. Building up speed, I laughed at her obvious humiliation.

Maybe I won’t fuck your cunt after all, I laughed as Alana continued to whimper. This hole feels tighter, and frankly, I don’t think you deserve the dignity of getting fucked like a real woman.

Alana groaned loudly; she obviously didn’t want to take it up the ass. I worried that I might have went too far, but the look on Paige’s face implied that she was enjoying Alana’s suffering just as much as I was. Wanting to push Alana further, I forced a second finger into her vulnerable asshole.

I’m sorry! Alana forced out after a few seconds.

For what? I laughed. You’re going to have to be more specific.

I’m sorry that I was an ungrateful bitch, she groaned. I’m very thankful that you’re going to fuck my cunt.

I knew how difficult it must have been for her to say what she had said. Alana had never apologized to me for anything in her life, and I don’t think she had wanted to change that. Unfortunately for her, I was enjoying her suffering far too much to simply let her off the hook.

I was going to fuck your cunt, I corrected. I’m not so sure anymore, though. I’ve already gotten two fingers up your asshole, and it seems like it would be wasteful not to fuck you in the ass like the little slut pig that you are. If you want me to lower myself to actually fuck that disgusting slime pit you call a cunt, you’re going to have to convince me.

Please fuck my cunt, she whimpered. I’m begging you.

She obviously hated being forced to beg, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted her to do more than ask nicely, I wanted her to actually try to convince me. Letting out a sigh, I continued to build speed until I was finger fucking her ass at an almost abusive pace.

Not good enough, I critiqued. You don’t even sound like you want me to fuck your cunt, and I’d hate to impose. I mean, if you really did want it, I’m sure you’d be telling me how often you’ve lusted after my cock and how it would mean everything to you if I’d just fuck you this one time. Since you most certainly haven’t said any of that, I have to assume that you actually want it in the ass but you’re just too timid to admit it.

Alana begged me not to force her to say those things, but I held firm. I forced her to admit that she lusted after me, that the only reason she was such a bitch to me was because she was trying to hide her desire, and that there was literally nothing that would make her happier than being fucked in the cunt by me. She cried, and whimpered, and did everything in her power to make it clear that she hated saying those things but I didn’t care.

I thought about fucking her ass anyway. It seemed hilariously cruel, and the look on Paige’s face made it clear that she would enjoy watching me sodomize her friend. However, I had never had anal sex before and wasn’t completely sure what to do. Not wanting to look stupid or inexperienced, I decided to simply fuck Alana in the cunt as she had been begging me to do.

Removing my fingers, I knelt down behind Alana and aimed the head of my cock at her slit. I could feel her wetness – she might not have wanted to admit it, but the fingers in her ass had done nothing to turn her off. Figuring that she could handle it and hoping to make her suffer a little more, I drove into her hard.

It felt tremendously strange on a psychological level. Alana was still very much a hated enemy in my mind, yet I was buried up to my balls inside of her. I despised everything about her, yet at that moment there was nothing I wanted more than to fuck her brains out. It felt like I wasn’t making love to her, I was conquering her through penetration.

In the hopes of reinforcing my dominance I fucked her hard while Paige held her still. After a minute or so, I could hear Alana moaning softly in pleasure with each stroke, clearly trying to silence herself. After another minute, she gave up and began moaning openly. My goal hadn’t been to give her sexual pleasure, but I was glad that I was – I knew I could use it against her later.

After a few more minutes I had grown bored with fucking her in that position. I was having fun, but I didn’t feel that Paige was participating enough – she was really just holding Alana motionless. Besides, it seemed as Alana had made a full adjustment to what I was doing and I didn’t want her getting too comfortable.

Pulling out of her, I flipped her over on her back. I instructed Paige to hold her legs apart just as Alana had held hers. Paige knelt down at Alana’s side and grabbed her ankles, holding them apart in the air. I shot her a disappointed look – while she had technically obeyed my order, I wanted her crotch in Alana’s face.

Paige pleaded with me with her eyes, she obviously didn’t want to have to fuck Alana’s face again. I considered letting it slide but chose not to – I liked the access that I would enjoy with her straddling Alana’s face, and I was loving the act of forcing Paige into lesbianism. I gave her a playful slap across the face to remind her that I was in control.

Paige whimpered in shame, but she complied with my order. Placing her knees on either side of Alana’s head, Paige held her ankles apart while keeping her thighs as straight up as possible in the hopes of preventing Alana from making contact with her tongue. Alana wasn’t discouraged in the slightest; she simply crooked her neck up and did her best to reach. It was tremendously entertaining to watch.

Scooting forward, I slipped my cock back into Alana. Unfortunately, my penetration seemed to distract her from her attempts to suck Paige’s clit – she laid her head back and just enjoyed the ride. Paige looked a bit relieved, but I was disappointed. Placing my hands on Paige’s shoulders, I pressed her down and forced her cunt into Alana’s face. Alana helped out by reaching up and grabbing Paige’s waist; holding her down.

Paige whined a little but didn’t try to force her way up. She shot me another look of pleading, hoping to make it clear that she didn’t want to fuck Alana’s face. At the same time, though, I noticed that her breathing had grown sharper, implying that she was enjoying Alana’s talented tongue more than she wanted to let on.

I’m a little disappointed in you, Paige, I admitted. Earlier Alana was making you her bitch, fucking herself right in your face. You now have a chance for a little payback, and yet you’re acting all timid and shit. This is your chance for revenge; punish her for what she did to you.

Paige whimpered a little but made an attempt to comply with my request. She began grinding her hips back and forth on Alana’s face. I could tell that she was only doing it because I had told her to, but I was okay with that. I expected that once Alana had a chance to work her magic Paige would start enjoying herself.

It took a few minutes but eventually it happened. I don’t know if Paige was able to convince herself that it wasn’t a woman’s tongue licking her or she just managed to adjust to it, but she started moaning quietly as she continued to grind her crotch into Alana’s face. After a few more minutes, she was moaning openly and grinding her hips rapidly.

Alana seemed to be enjoying herself as well. Though her moans were muffled by Paige’s twat it was clear that she was getting off on being fucked. I’m sure she would have liked to claim that it was Paige’s doing and not mine, but it seemed like her moans were in synch with my thrusts, not Paige’s.

I continued fucking Alana hard, using my hands to explore her body. I was rough – I wanted her to feel like I was claiming her as my property. She seemed to respond to it well, after a few minutes it sounded like she was about to cum.

Surprisingly, it sounded like Paige was in the same boat. I didn’t expect her to be able to reach orgasm from Alana alone, but she sounded extremely close. Wanting to push her over the edge, I leaned in and kissed her while rubbing Alana’s clit with my finger.

It worked. Arching her back and bearing down hard, Paige burst into orgasm. Possibly triggered by that, Alana became cumming shortly after. I know it’s petty, but I felt like a living god, having made two women cum at the same time.

I waited until their orgasms were complete before pulling out and grabbing Paige by the hair. I was ready to cum myself but I wanted to do it in her mouth. I liked forcing her to swallow my cum, and I wanted her to taste Alana’s pussy on me as well. It was a taste that I wanted her getting used to.

Surprisingly, Paige didn’t resist at all. As soon as she realized what I was doing she virtually dove into my dick, eagerly sucking it into her mouth. Extremely turned on by the knowledge that Paige was effectively tasting Alana’s cunt, I quickly stroked myself to orgasm as Paige greedily swallowed every drop.

Exhausted, I collapsed on the bed next to Alana. We all slept in Paige’s bed that night, with my arm draped over both of them. Just like the night before I was amazed at how much I had accomplished, but just like the night before I still wanted more.

Chapter 3 is here.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Penitence

Author’s note:

This is another attempt at writing a non-fiction story. same catch as last time – if you’re one of my frequent readers, you’re probably expecting a very specific type of story from me and this likely isn’t quite going to be it. I’m embarrassingly tame in real life, so this story may seem alarmingly soft-core compared to my usual writings. For what it’s worth, though, it did actually happen – aside from a name change, this is actually a factual recounting of things that occurred in real life as best as I can remember them. That’s worth something, right?

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I was in a relationship with Erika for about a year before she left me. I don’t really blame her for leaving me. She said I was emotionally distant and generally cold; both traits that I cannot deny that I possess. When she told me that we were done I was mostly okay with it – I knew the relationship wasn’t working out just as well as she did. Still, she was the first woman to ever leave me and it hurt a bit.

It didn’t help when I found out later that she had left me for another man. I’m fairly certain that she never cheated on me and I’m not the jealous type, but it never feels good to find out that someone you once cared about has a crush on someone that isn’t you. A mutual friend told me that she viewed him as more stable and friendly than me. It was still mildly painful but it made it a little easier for me to accept. She probably needed someone who was a little less insane than me, and again, I knew things wouldn’t have worked out between us anyway.

I got over her fairly quickly, probably proving that she was right about how cold I was in the process. After a week or so I no longer thought about her at all. I had virtually forgotten that she even existed when she called me up about four months after we had broken up.

I let the first call go to voice mail. I didn’t think about her, but I still remembered her phone number and didn’t really have anything to say. We were done, she had all of her stuff back and I had all of mine, and I just wasn’t interested in talking to her. My phone played the tone to indicate that she had left a message, I ignored it. I figured I might listen to it later if I felt like it.

A few seconds later, my phone began ringing again. I considered answering, but didn’t really feel like it. Pressing the red button I sent it straight to voice mail. She didn’t leave a message that time.

A couple seconds later it rang yet again. At that point, I was a little concerned – the behavior wasn’t like her and I suspected that something might have been wrong. I didn’t love her, but I didn’t feel right just turning my back on her if she was having some kind of emergency. Concerned yet mildly irritated, I answered the phone.

Sounding slightly drunk, she started with small talk. She asked me how I was doing, what I was up to, et cetera. I wasn’t in the mood for it, so I asked her point blank what the fuck she wanted. She sounded a little hurt that I had cut her off so rudely, but that really wasn’t my problem.

She apologized for leaving me and told me that she really hadn’t ever cheated on me. I told her I believed her, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t mad about her leaving me, and honestly I thought she probably made the right decision. She sounded a little hurt to hear that, but it was the truth.

She told me that she regretted her decision to leave me even if I didn’t. Apparently the sex with the other man had been excruciatingly bad – the same super-respectful and gentle attitude that he exhibited in real life carried over into the bedroom. Erika liked rough and competitive, he was giving her slow and romantic. She realized when he asked her if it felt good that he was just trying to please her, but she saw it as a lack of confidence.

I was torn. The fact that she said she regretted leaving me made me a little uneasy – I really didn’t want her back, and wasn’t looking forward to having that awkward conversation. At the same time, I’m embarrassingly vulnerable to flattery. When she told me that she was worried she’d never find a man who could satisfy her as well as I did, it made it hard for me to want to just hang up the phone.

I didn’t want to lead her on. I explained to her that while I was flattered that she felt that way, she was still right to have left me. I am cold and distant; that hadn’t changed. I let her know that a part of me did still care about her, but I didn’t want to get back together.

She said that she was okay with that, but she still wanted to see me again. I knew it was a mistake, but I have a bad habit of constantly doing shit that I know is a bad idea. Besides, I liked her aggression – I realized that it probably wasn’t easy for her to call me and tell me the things that she was telling me, and I found it attractive. Knowing I’d probably regret it, I told her to come over the next day. Hanging up the phone, I went to sleep.

I woke up the next day expecting her to have changed her mind. I figured she’d wake up sober, feel embarrassed, and I could go back to pretending she didn’t exist. When she knocked on my door around noon I was honestly surprised. Strangely, I felt a little happy, too – though I wanted to be irritated that she was coming back into my life, I was glad that she had come over.

She looked good – in fact, she looked much hotter than I had remembered her. I don’t know if I was just horny or if being away from me had been good for her health. It was probably a combination of the two things.

Seeing her again brought back a lot of feelings, most of which were confusing. I realized that I missed her more than I had been willing to admit to myself. I also realized that I was angrier than I thought I was about her leaving me. I began to realize that I wasn’t nearly as over her as I thought that I was. I let her in and locked the door behind us.

Erika tried to make more small talk – she was obviously pretty nervous. It felt almost inappropriate to me. I hadn’t seen her in months, I was rapidly being forced to remember everything that I had felt for her and how much it hurt when she left me, and she was asking me how my day was. I told her to shut the fuck up.

She looked hurt. I didn’t care. I had to either address the fact that I missed her or the fact that I was angry with her for having hurt me. Unfortunately, addressing the first would involve some degree of vulnerability, and I didn’t feel like being vulnerable. Being angry just felt safer.

I let loose on her verbally. I told her that she was a stupid whore, and that she should have fucking known that the other man would let her down. I explained that I didn’t give a fuck if she thought she’d spend the rest of her life sexually frustrated; I knew I could find someone at least as good as her with ease. I didn’t really mean most of the things that I said, and a part of me felt bad about saying them, but I felt the need to strike back.

To Erika’s credit, she let me finish. She calmly stood still, holding her tongue and waiting for me to run out of steam. It worked – with nothing to respond to, I eventually ran out of shit to say to her. With an almost bored look on her face, she balled up her fist and punched me in the face as hard as she could.

My reaction was complicated. It had hurt, but I’m a pretty big fucking guy and the pain was well within what I can handle. I was a little angry at her for reacting in such an inappropriate way, but I realized that I had pretty much brought it on myself. I was very surprised – Erika had never struck me as the violent type. Most confusing though, was that I was extremely turned on. I’m in no way a masochist or even submissive, but the courage and energy that she had expressed in attacking me was fucking hot.

She looked like she immediately regretted it. I can’t really blame her – I’m 6’1" and about 210 pounds. When people describe me physically the word intimidating gets thrown around a lot. People my size are typically reluctant to fuck with me, and Erika was almost an entire foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter. Her facial expression resembled that of a small child who had just provoked a vicious dog through a fence and realized that there was a large hole in that very same fence.

Her fear was unnecessary, of course. I may look like the type of person who resolves arguments by viciously beating my opponents into submission but I typically prefer more verbal solutions. I almost never lose my temper and though I was angry I was still in full control of my actions. Unfortunately for Erika, her fear was also turning me on. I wanted more – though I wasn’t about to beat it out of her, I didn’t feel that she needed to realize that just yet.

Maintaining eye contact, I slowly stepped towards her. I didn’t clutch my hand to where she had hit me or give her any reason to believe that I was in pain, I simply stared her down. She shrunk back a bit, but she didn’t outright run.

Reaching forward, I grabbed her hair tightly and pulled her face close to mine. I could feel the fear in her eyes – I knew she was terrified about what I might be about to do. I could see some resistance, too – she knew that I deserved it; she understandably didn’t want to apologize for something she didn’t really regret.

In a low, calm voice I explained to her that it wasn’t okay to hit. I was intentionally condescending – I spoke to her as if she were nothing more than a disobedient child. I wanted to be insulting; I wanted to provoke her into doing something.

She choked out that I had deserved it, her voice dripping with fear and obstinance. I respected that – if she had backed down instead I think I might have been disappointed with her. Still, I felt compelled to strike back in some way – even though I knew I deserved the punch to the face, it didn’t feel right to just let her get away with it. I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled her even closer, maintaining eye contact the entire time. With our noses almost touching, I repeated my earlier statement about it being inappropriate to hit.

Terrified, she mumbled out an apology. Her tone implied that she was apologizing exclusively out of fear, not remorse. I was okay with that – remorse did nothing for me. Fear, on the other hand, was highly desirable. Wanting more, I asked her what I should do with a disobedient little bitch that doesn’t know how to behave. Lowering her eyes, she told me that she didn’t know.

I chuckled a little, just to put her off guard. Relaxing my grip on her hair but still holding on so that she couldn’t get away, I allowed her to move her head back away from mine. I then reached back and slapped her playfully across the face – not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that she’d know better than to tell me she didn’t know again. Pulling her back in close, I repeated my question.

She should be punished, I guess? Erika offered. She still sounded afraid, but her voice betrayed a hint of arousal as well.

It was the precise answer I was looking for. Not only was it what I planned to do to her, but the way that she gave it indicated that she knew what I was up to and approved. Maintaining my grip on her hair I pulled led her to the couch and took a seat, pulling her over my lap.

Erika struggled a little but I felt like it was just for show. I knew that she could fight better, and I was a little offended by how little effort she was putting into resisting. I figured that the lack of a strong resistance was due to the fact that she wanted to be punished, but that didn’t seem like an acceptable excuse.

I pulled her skirt up to reveal her panties. Erika was wearing a red thong, which felt more than coincidental. I knew she owned conservative underwear, I knew she remembered that I like red; it was difficult not to suspect that she had anticipated that I’d be seeing them. I was okay with that, but I still had some rage that I wanted to work through.

Holding her steady I began to spank her ass hard. Erika typically loved getting spanked – I think that was a big part of her lack of fighting back in any meaningful way – so I challenged myself to hit harder than normal. It wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do (she had built up quite a tolerance for spanking in the year that we were together), but I managed. Before long she was trying desperately to shield her ass with her arms.

Unfortunately for Erika, her angle didn’t exactly work for defending herself. Laughing at her futile attempts, I effortlessly twisted both of her arms behind her back and pinned them down with my right hand before continuing to spank her mercilessly with my left. She pleaded with me to stop, but she didn’t use her safe word.

I told her that I couldn’t stop until she had learned her lesson, just to see how she would react. Without missing a beat she told me that she was a disobedient little girl and it was wrong of her to hit me. I was surprised – Erika was a very proud person, I didn’t expect her to speak of herself in such dismissive terms so easily.

Unfortunately for her, I didn’t feel like stopping yet. It was great that she had given in and all, but her ass was just starting to turn bright pink and I was eager to change the color further. Continuing my assault, I decided to talk about her choice in underwear and what that meant.

I forced her to admit that she wore them because she had come over to get fucked. I forced her to admit to me that she still thought about me when she fucked herself, spanking her exceptionally hard when she tried to use the word masturbate instead. She resisted a little – I think she thought I was pushing too hard. Still, I wasn’t satisfied yet. She was embarrassed, but I wanted her humiliated.

I told her that her behavior proved that she was a worthless slut and forced her to agree with me. I made her repeat it back to me, then pretended I couldn’t hear her until she shouted it out. My neighbors were at work anyway, so I figured I could be loud. She resisted of course, but eventually she gave in. She shouted every disgusting, self-abusive thing that I had told her while I laughed at her shame.

I was getting bored with spanking her by then, but I was enjoying punishing her far too much to just let her go. Feeling sadistic, I forced her to admit to me that spanking wasn’t really a punishment, as sluts like her enjoy it far too much – and as such, she still needed to be punished for her behavior. She begged me not to make her say that, but quickly relented as I made it clear that the spanking wouldn’t stop until she did.

Once she finally choked out the words that I wanted to hear, I released her and artlessly dumped her on the floor. She landed painfully, looking up at me with an expression of mixed hurt, fear, and lust. She knew that I’d still want to punish her, but had no idea what to expect from me.

I ordered her to strip. Her reaction was far too positive – I think she assumed that she’d enjoy any punishment that required her to be nude. I didn’t even know exactly how I was going to punish her yet, but her eager face convinced me that I should make sure it wasn’t something that she would enjoy too much.

She stripped out of her clothes quickly – I had hoped that she’d be more embarrassed, but I suppose that was irrational. I had seen her in far more compromising positions than simply naked countless times throughout the year we were together, after all. She even managed to lose the underwear without having to be told. I think she hoped that by obeying me so quickly and completely that I would decide not to punish her further, but that wasn’t about to happen. I still had some anger to work through.

Fully naked, she looked at me with a penitent expression. Keeping my voice calm and cold I ordered her to kneel in the corner, facing the wall. She obeyed quickly – though I doubt it was the punishment she was hoping for, at least it wouldn’t involve further pain to her ass.

The timeout wasn’t going to be the punishment, though. I didn’t feel like using physical pain again, but I wanted something more creative and intense than simply forcing her to kneel in the corner for an arbitrary amount of time. Heading to my computer, I grabbed a bunch of paper out of the printer and a ballpoint pen, as well as some lube and a condom for later. I returned to the living room and dropped the supplies at her side.

Erika looked confused but too frightened to question me. Not wanting to keep her wondering, I informed her that I was going to dictate a phrase which she would write down. Speaking slowly and clearly, I gave her the phrase: I am a disgusting, worthless slut. My greatest aspiration in life is to accept as many cocks in my slimy fuck-holes as possible.

Erika visibly hated copying it (again, she was a very proud person), but she wrote it down just the same. Once she finished writing I leaned down to check her work. Her handwriting was sloppy, but it was legible enough. Laughing at her obvious shame, I told her to start copying.

Erika asked me how many times she had to copy it. Her tone was submissive and respectful, but I didn’t care for the question – I didn’t think she needed that information, and it felt inappropriate for her to be speaking when she was in timeout. Still bent over to check her work, I reached back and slapped her ass hard. She yelped in pain and started copying.

With Erika hard at work libeling herself I returned to the couch and took a seat. Leaning back, I took in the sight of her naked, whimpering body kneeling in my corner, furiously scribbling away. It was a beautiful thing – both her fear and arousal were clearly visible in the way that her body gently quivered.

The longer I watched, the more turned on I was getting. I was torn between my desire to further punish her and my desire to tear the paper out of her hand, throw her down on her back, and fuck her brains out. The fact that her sobbing had only grown more audible wasn’t helping things, either. Before long, I was really struggling internally to remain seated.

I considered fucking her and then forcing her to go back to copying when I finished, but chose not to. I didn’t want to give her proof that she could weasel out of her punishment by getting me turned on, even if it was only temporary. Besides, I didn’t want the sex to be just some bullshit simplistic fucking on the floor; I wanted something more memorable. I wasn’t sure I’d have the energy or even remember to make her go back to copying by the time I finished.

I held out for about fifteen minutes. By that point I felt like I was suffering more than her from the punishment, and it seemed like she had copied enough. My cock was rock hard and I was eager to do something with it. I told her to stop copying and had her crawl back to the couch on her hands and knees.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick as she crawled to me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her reaction – she looked eager to get fucked, but she somehow also looked like she thought the balance of power had changed. That was concerning – I didn’t want her to start thinking that she was off the hook just because I was turned on. I wanted to fuck, but that didn’t mean she had obtained some kind of power over me.

When she got close enough I reached forward and grabbed her by her hair. Pulling her in, I forced her head into my crotch. Erika looked a little surprised by my actions – I don’t generally enjoy oral sex – but she began to lick my cock just the same.

Erika was obviously trying her hardest to please me, but I was getting bored. I didn’t feel like just sitting back and letting her service me; I wanted to penetrate, devastate, and conquer. Grabbing her by the hair, I held her stead and forced the tip of my cock into her open mouth. Applying pressure to the back of her head, I forced her down slowly.

I didn’t go in all the way. I’m not abnormally long by any stretch of the imagination, but halfway was enough to gag her. As she started to choke on my dick, I simply held her steady and refused to let her pull her head back. Tears streamed down her face, but she eventually accepted her fate.

I held her still for a few seconds just to show her that I could before I let her come up for air. Laughing, I playfully slapped her face a couple of times. She whimpered a little, but she still didn’t use her safe word – like I said, Erika liked it rough.

Grabbing her hair, I again forced her down on my cock. This time I pumped her up and down roughly instead of just holding her in place. I wanted to make it very clear to her that she wasn’t giving me a blowjob – I was fucking her mouth. With each stroke I went a little bit faster and a little bit deeper, enjoying the look of suffering on her face.

Making Erika choke was fun, but I just didn’t think she was humiliated enough just yet. I told her how atrociously bad her oral technique was, criticizing everything I could think of. I told her that it was downright insulting for a whore like her to perform so poorly – I expected her to participate actively and enjoy it. Demanding that she participate was mostly meant as a joke, of course – I was in complete control of her actions, there was nothing she could do except take it like a bitch.

Enjoying it, on the other hand, was something that I thought she could actually manage. She struggled, but she managed to eke out a smile as I continued to violate her throat. The look of her distressed face forcing an obviously fake smile around my cock was actually really sexy to me, but I still wanted more. I ordered her to fuck herself.

Erika groaned in humiliation, but was quick to comply with my order. Reaching down, she started masturbating as I continued to fuck her throat. After a minute or so, she was noticeably moaning into my cock. After another minute, I could hear the wet sounds of her fingers in her cunt along with the gagging sounds in her throat.

Fucking her throat felt good, but I wanted more. Listening to the sound of her fucking herself was a massive turn-on, and her throat just wasn’t cutting it. Doing my best to feign disgust, I pulled her head up and shoved her back, causing her to land painfully on her ass.

She looked hurt and worried, which was mostly what I wanted. She asked if she had done something wrong. I told her that I was disappointed she even had to ask.

I let her know where she had failed me. First of all, she had stopped fucking herself when I had stopped fucking her mouth – she should have known to continue until I gave her permission to stop. Secondly, her technique was pathetic – I didn’t think she could possibly make me cum with such a talentless mouth.

Erika went back to fucking herself, but she was struggling to hold her tongue. I had told her countless times that I don’t cum from oral or really even enjoy receiving it very much; blaming her for my inability to get off was completely unfair and we both knew it. I didn’t care, though – I wanted to provoke something.

Sensing that she was close to the point where she wouldn’t be able to hold back her rage any more, I gave her the final criticism: she was entirely too wet, and the filthy sounds that were emanating from her crotch with disgusting. Erika couldn’t keep quiet anymore – she pointed out that she fucking knew how much I enjoyed shit like that, and even if I didn’t I had explicitly ordered her to enjoy it. She was right, of course, but I didn’t care.

Standing up, I kept my shoulders down and assumed an almost submissive posture. Doing my best to sound as cocky and overconfident as possible I began to pace back and forth, frequently turning my back on her. I explained that I thought it was just fucking ridiculous for her to talk back to me, especially after how easily I had made her my bitch less than an hour earlier. I openly laughed at the idea that she thought she might have a chance in hell against me, claiming that her inability to accept that she was my bitch only proved what an ignorant slut she was. I essentially did everything short of outright commanding her to attack me.

She took the bait. She waited until my back was turned and lunged at me, wrapping her arm around my throat and punching me in the kidney. She hit decently hard – it was actually a challenge to pretend that it hadn’t hurt like hell. Unfortunately, it was still well within my limits and I was still substantially bigger and stronger than her.

Grabbing her by the wrist, I twisted her arm off of my throat and shoved her towards the couch. She landed in a sitting down position; before she could rise up to her feet I jumped at her and pinned her down. Placing my arm vertically against her chest, I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed. I didn’t squeeze hard enough to actually cut off her breathing, but I’m sure she realized I could have.

Staring her dead in the eye I brought my face up next to hers. She knew that I had tricked her into attacking me, but I didn’t care. Leaning in, I kissed her deeply on the mouth. I was still angry with her, but I cared about her too, and it just felt right. She kissed me back.

Tearing open the condom, I put it on before I broke the kiss. I grabbed her right ankle hard and pulled up, forcing her legs apart. After aiming my cock, I pressed the head into her.

I didn’t feel like going gentle. She was extremely wet – far more so than I had realized earlier – and I figured she could handle it if I went rough. More importantly, I wanted to make it clear to her that the kiss had changed nothing – yeah, I might have still had some feelings for her, but she was still in trouble. With a single motion I thrust into her roughly. Erika cried out, but it was just as much in pleasure as it was in pain.

I fucked her brutally hard. I wasn’t making love; I was stabbing her with my cock. It wasn’t about getting her off, or even about getting off myself – it was about making sure she understood that she was my bitch. I poured all of the anger and rage that I had at her for leaving me into each stroke.

She loved the brutal way that I was fucking her, but I didn’t care. Her pleasure was as irrelevant to me; all that mattered was my dominance. What I did care about, though, was that she was beginning to fuck me back as best as she could from her position. That said to me that she didn’t feel like she was beaten yet.

I wasn’t angry, or even irritated. Frankly, I was glad. I wanted a fight – I knew I’d win in the end, and I absolutely didn’t mind stretching it out. Challenging myself to fuck her harder, I decided to add a little humiliation to the mix.

Sliding my arm up her chest, I again grabbed her throat. I mocked her for thinking she could beat me, telling her that if she wasn’t such a worthless whore she’d have known better than to even try. I forced her to apologize for being such an ignorant slut. She was reluctant to do so, but after a playful slap across the face she complied.

Watching her suffer through the act of having to apologize for being an ignorant slut was fun, but it wasn’t quite enough. Wanting more, I forced her to say the most disgusting things that I could think of. I made her tell me that she was nothing more than a disgusting whore who would fuck anyone or anything. I told her that the only part of her that mattered in any way was what was between her legs, and had her repeat it backwards. I was brutal.

Erika didn’t seem to mind, though. Once I got her started her resistance quickly melted away. With each filthy thing that I forced her to say she sounded more emphatic and cooperative; it was clear that she was enjoying being treated like a whore. After ten minutes or so it became clear just how much she was enjoying it – she came, hard.

I wasn’t fucking her to get her off, but I was happy that I made her cum just the same. It wasn’t just the ego stroke of knowing that I had fucked her to orgasm, though. I was feeling sadistic and vengeful, and I wanted to weaponize her orgasm against her. I wanted to use it to show that she really was the slut that I kept telling her that she was.

I made her admit that she had cum. Her orgasm had been obvious and it wasn’t like I could have missed it, but I wanted her to say it aloud. I made her admit that only a true slut would cum from getting fucked in such a disrespectful manner, she admitted it willingly. She was clearly into it. Wanting to push her, I made her admit that it’s hardly a punishment if she gets off like a little slut whore. She was a bit more hesitant to admit that part.

I pulled out of her and stood up. Erika looked terrified and confused. I calmly explained that I couldn’t keep fucking her slimy little cunt – she was supposed to be being punished, and if she can’t even refrain from cumming then that’s hardly a punishment. Of course, I still wanted to fuck and we had already determined that her mouth was inadequate, so that only left one other hole.

Erika looked absolutely terrified. We had had anal sex before, though it was a rare occurrence and something that she was always nervous and embarrassed about. Given how brutally I had been fucking her, I couldn’t blame her for being afraid – if I were to use her ass the way that I had just used her cunt, she’d be in serious medical danger.

She began begging me to just finish in her cunt. I liked that – begging me to fuck her cunt played well into the slut image that I was painting her with. Unfortunately for Erika, I had already decided that she needed an ass fucking – I had already fucked two of her holes, and it just seemed appropriate to use them all.

Grabbing her by her hair, I pulled her to her feet. After sitting down, I again pulled her over my lap as I had done earlier. She struggled much more than she had the first time. I didn’t blame her – her ass still likely hurt, and she was more than a little worried that I might be about to put things in it.

Grabbing her wrists, I again pinned her down and held her steady. With my free hand, I squirted a large amount of lube directly onto her asshole, laughing as she groaned in fear and humiliation. She tried to struggle for a few more seconds, but quickly realized that it was completely futile – I had her at my mercy, and she couldn’t force me to let her go.

I gave her a choice: she could either take a finger up her ass, or she could take another spanking. She immediately told me that she’d take the spanking, which seemed odd – I expected that she would be afraid of anal, but I didn’t think that she’d be so afraid that she wouldn’t even have to think it over. Still, she made her decision, and I had to respect that.

Her ass was bright pink from the earlier spanking, and looked extremely painful. I could only imagine how it must have felt; it looked like I could hurt her just by brushing my hand against it. With that in mind, I swatted her hard. Erika cried out in pain and struggled furiously to escape, but she didn’t use her safe word.

I held her still until she had calmed down a bit. It took a while, but I wasn’t in a hurry. Once she ceased her pointless struggling, I gave her the same choice again – she could take a spanking or a finger up her ass. She paused for a few seconds, and reluctantly asked for the finger. I think she realized that I was just going to continue spanking her until she chose correctly.

I didn’t keep her waiting – after quickly rubbing some lube onto my finger, I worked it into her asshole. I went more gently than she had probably expected me to, but I don’t think that made it any less humiliating. Laughing at her groans of shame, I began to slowly pump it in and out of her.

I don’t think that I was hurting her physically, but she seemed to be struggling with accepting what was going on. Like I said, Erika had some issues with anal sex – she felt it was horribly humiliating and degrading to the recipient. When we had experimented with anal sex in the past she had enjoyed it and even reached orgasm with minor clitoral stimulation, but her belief that it was extremely dehumanizing prevented her from being able to accept that easily.

Erika continued to groan in shame, but I’m fairly certain I heard some lust mixed in. Laughing, I told her that if she was having difficulty taking my finger we could always take a brief spanking break. She immediately begged me not to – her ass must have really hurt, and she obviously didn’t want to see how much worse I could make it. Realizing how terrified she was of another spanking, I decided to have some fun.

I told her that I thought she was just being polite, that I thought she probably didn’t even want to have her asshole fucked but didn’t want to inconvenience me by forcing me to spank her again. She quickly corrected me, telling me that wasn’t the case. Sensing that she’d have to do better, she then did her best to convince me that she absolutely loved having her asshole finger-fucked. I told her that I just wasn’t convinced.

She panicked a little, probably unsure of what she could possibly do to convince me. Not wanting her too freaked out, I gave her a suggestion – if she really liked getting one finger up her ass, she’d probably love getting fucked with two. I’m sure that she understood that I wanted her to beg me to add a finger, but she seemed to be having difficulty bringing herself to actually do it.

Feeling impatient, I pulled my finger out of her asshole and slapped her ass. I didn’t hit her too hard, but she winced in pain just the same. Remembering how vulnerable she was, she reluctantly asked me to fuck her ass with two fingers. I pretended that I couldn’t hear her and raised up my hand as if I was going to spank her again. She practically shouted the request out.

Laughing, I did exactly as she requested and slid two fingers back into her ass. She had loosened up a bit, but was still extremely tight. She groaned in humiliation as I began to slowly pump my fingers in and out of her, but she sounded like she was enjoying it as well. Erika might have hated the idea of anal sex, but she apparently loved how it felt.

After a few minutes, she had adjusted to the second finger. Wanting to show her some mercy, I worked a third into her without making her beg. Strangely, she didn’t seem to appreciate the courtesy. I could have let that slide, but it felt wrong to do so – she should have known to offer me thanks when I was nice to her.

I called her out on her rudeness, pointing out that it was exceedingly generous of me to shove a third finger in her disgusting whore ass without even needing to be asked. She quickly apologized her transgression and enthusiastically thanked me, but I didn’t feel it was enough. She didn’t sound completely sincere, I felt like she wasn’t really grateful for the third finger up her ass at all.

I let out a sigh as I continued to fuck her ass with my fingers. I told her that it was too little, too late – my feelings were hurt, and if she wasn’t going to appreciate my generosity I’d just have to be less generous. I explained to her that if she really wanted to avoid punishment for her rude behavior, she was going to have to show me how sorry she was by begging me to fuck her in the ass.

Erika groaned loudly; she obviously didn’t like that idea. I think she was having enough difficulty accepting the fact that she was going to get her ass fucked without being forced to actively beg for it. I didn’t really care, though – she should have thought of that before she had acted so discourteously.

Afraid of further angering me, Erika eventually forced herself to beg. Her begging was shit, though – I wanted her to sound like she desperately wanted to get fucked in the ass, she actually sounded like she just wanted to avoid punishment. She tried harder when I told her how pathetic her attempt was, but I just wasn’t feeling it.

I realized that the entire issue was in her mind – Erika was struggling not to moan from my fingers, the only thing stopping her was her fear of the concept of anal sex. I felt that needed to be addressed. As I built speed with my hand, I explained to her that I knew how she felt about anal sex – that it was disgusting, vulgar, and extremely degrading to the recipient. I explained that I agreed with her completely, and that was why she needed her ass fucked. I told her that she didn’t deserve to get her filthy, slimy cunt fucked by me, that she should be grateful for the fact that I’d even consider lowering myself to the point of fucking her disgusting asshole.

Erika continued to groan in shame and pleasure as I launched into her verbally. I said every disgusting thing I could think of to make her understand that I was going to fuck her ass for no reason other than to humiliate her, that I wasn’t making love to her – I was demonstrating her place. I then made her repeat it all back to me, just to make sure she understood.

She struggled to repeat some of the things that I said. I was intentionally vulgar, crass, and immensely disrespectful; and she was such a proud person. Still, she managed to say it all back to me eventually, making it clear that she understood her place. As she repeated the horrible things that I was forcing her to say, though, her voice grew more and more lustful – she might not have consciously liked the things I was forcing her to claim, but she was getting off on being forced just the same.

Once I was satisfied that she really did understand her place, I released her and shoved her to the ground. I ordered her to get on her hands and knees and thrust her ass out in the air. Squatting down behind her I squeezed the tip of my cock into her ass.

Erika grunted in pain – though I had taken my time stretching her out with my fingers, the head of my cock was significantly thicker. I went slowly – I wanted to humiliate her, but I didn’t want to tear her apart. She still struggled to take it, though I suspected that might have been just as much a mental thing as a physical one.

Eventually I managed to get my dick entirely inside of her. I held still for a little while to let her adjust, drinking in the shame I knew that she was feeling. Once I felt she could take it I began to fuck her extremely slowly.

Erika was still obviously struggling with accepting the fact that she was getting her ass fucked. I suspected that she was struggling with accepting the fact that she was enjoying what I was doing to her, even though it was intensely degrading. Wanting to amplify that struggle, I reminded her that I had never actually told her to stop fucking herself. She whimpered, but she reached back and began masturbating again.

As Erika struggled to repress her moans, I gradually built up speed. I moved extremely slowly. A part of it was a desire not to hurt her, but I also wanted to make it last. I was enjoying her humiliation far too much to cut it short.

After about five minutes I was fucking her at a reasonable pace. I wasn’t going nearly as quickly as I had earlier, but I was no longer forcing myself to hold back. Erika was fucking herself legitimately as well; I could once again hear the sound of her fingers in her dripping twat.

As I continued to plow into her, Erika gave up on the task of pretending she didn’t like it. She began moaning – reluctantly at first, but eventually openly. Taking it as a sign that she could handle more, I began to fuck her a bit harder.

I let her know that I heard her moaning, and I let her know that I knew what that meant. She was getting off on being fucked in the ass like a whore; it didn’t bother her how degrading it was because she knew that she deserved no respect. She whimpered in shame, but she continued to moan. Wanting more, I forced her to repeat everything I had just said back to her.

After a few more minutes it was beginning to sound like she was going to cum again. I let her know that I had noticed, and laughed at her for being such a whore. I told her that now that we had established how much she loves it up the ass, I might just fuck her in the ass exclusively. I made her agree that I had the right to pick whichever hole I felt like whenever I felt like fucking.

The verbal abuse pushed her over the edge. Erika came again hard, which was enough to make me cum as well. Pulling out of her, I whipped off the condom and shoved her to the ground. Holding her head steady by her hair, I sprayed my load all over her face.

Exhausted, I collapsed on the floor next to her. Holding her in my arms, I felt good. I still didn’t want to get back into a traditional relationship with her, but it didn’t seem like that was what she wanted anyway. We both understood that we didn’t work as a couple, but we were highly sexually compatible. I figured we could find a way to make that work.