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  “Are you still digging on me running the show?” Holly asked, smiling widely as she straddled me.

  Smiling back, I nodded.

  “It liberating, isn’t it?” she said. “Letting someone else have all the control.”

  “It sure is,” I said. She had a hold of my cock and was smacking it against her pussy.

  “I’m so glad you like it,” Holly said. “Because I fucking love it. Are you ready for me to ride you like an animal?”

  “I can’t wait.”

  “Good,” Holly said, lifting her body up until her pretty little pussy was hovering directly above my rock hard cock. “Because I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

  Holly guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, then dropped her body down, taking me deep inside her. I let out a little moan but she remained silent, staring down at me intently, maintaining tight control over herself, and by extension, me.

  She bounced on my cock, moving quickly right from the start, working the entire length of my shaft, from tip to base, with rapid pumps. I put my hands on her hips for support but she grabbed my wrists and forced my arms back, holding them against the bed, one on either side of my head.

  “No, no, no,” Holly said as she fucked me while maintaining her hold on my wrists. “This show is all mine. You don’t have any say in what happens here.”

  “Fine by me,” I said, turned on even more than I’d thought possible by her manhandling me like that.

  “You’re damn right it is,” she said, leaning forward so her tits were in my face.

  Holly shook her chest back and forth, smacking me in the face with them. Then she released my hands and wrapped her arms around the back of my head and pulled me forward, smashing my face against her chest. She held me there, smothering me, my cock still planted deep in her pussy as she grinded her hips forward and back against me.

  Eventually she released her hold on me, allowing me to fall back onto the bed. Shortly after I’d caught my breath, she slid her hands onto my chest and used them for leverage, allowing her to hammer her body down onto me with relentless intensity.

  Her pussy had opened up completely and was accepting my cock deeper than it ever had before, engulfing it, her flesh slamming down onto mine, driving me into the couch with every thrust.

  With her face screwed up in intense pleasure, one of Holly’s hands slid up my chest and grabbed my throat, squeezing it, not enough to cut off my breath but enough to constrict it.

  For some reason this immediately put me over the edge.

  “Holyfuckingshit,” I said, making it all one word.

  Holly didn’t have to ask what was happening. We’d been together enough for her to know immediately. But she didn’t let up on me one bit.

  Even as I came, shooting my seed up into her pussy, she continued riding me as aggressively as before, milking me of all my cum. I could tell from the intense look on her face that she was close to cumming again too, so I bit down on my discomfort and let her ride me until she got there too.

  Luckily for me, it didn’t take long. No more than ten seconds after I’d finished, Holly came again, not as intensely as before but still strongly enough that she let out a little yelp followed by a low moan.

  After she was done she stopped bouncing on me but didn’t immediately lift herself off me. Sitting high atop me, my cock still deep in her pussy, she smiled down at me.

  “Not bad,” Holly said, “Not bad at all.”

  “You weren’t too bad yourself,” I said.

  She rolled off me, grabbed her clothes, and started to get dressed. “Are we still on for seven o’clock?”

  “This didn’t replace it?” I asked.

  “Not unless you wanted it to,” Holly replied, pulling her shirt on.

  “Hell no,” I said. “I’d love to see you again tonight.”

  “Then think of something fun to do,” she said as she slipped into her sandals and headed towards the door. “I have to get back. My dad’s gonna be home soon.”

  She turned to blow me a kiss then walked out of my bedroom, through the living room, and out the front door.

  I laughed and shook my head and wondered what I’d done in a past life to deserve this. Whatever it was, it must have been huge, because I was the luckiest man alive.

  #####

  KICKING THINGS UP A NOTCH

  DIRK ROCKWELL

  Kevin Demps and Jenny Wilson had been lovers for going on three months. They’d met each other through a mutual friend and had hit it off right away. Not dating, as neither really had time for a true relationship, but getting together for sex on a regular basis.

  At first, the sex was great—passionate and fun—but lately things had started to get a little stale. Stale enough, in fact, that Jenny had recently been making waves about calling the affair off. Unless Kevin was willing to try something new. Something Jenny had always wanted but had never quite had the guts to ask for. At least, not from Kevin.

  #

  They were sitting on the living room couch in Jenny’s apartment after a night out at a bar with friends. Both were pretty drunk, if not quite wasted. It was shortly after midnight.

  “We have to figure this out,” Jenny said, shifting her body so she was facing Kevin.

  “Figure what out?”

  “Whether or not this is going to continue working.”

  “I didn’t realize there was a problem,” Kevin said.

  Jenny flashed him a look of disbelief.

  “Okay, so I know things have been different lately,” Kevin said. “But I didn’t realize it was that big of a problem.”

  “Well, it is,” Jenny said. “Enough of a problem that we need to mix things up if we want to continue getting together.”

  “Okay,” Kevin said. “What do you suggest we do about it?”

  “I had a few ideas.”

  Kevin gave her a sideways look. “Like what?”

  “I think we need to kick things up a notch,” Jenny said.

  “In what way?”

  Jenny turned to face Kevin. She was a decently-sized girl, standing almost 5’8” and weighing in at right about 120 pounds, with long blonde hair and big brown eyes. Her face was more slutty than cute, but she had a rockin’ body, with perfectly-sized breasts, a slim figure, tight ass and legs that didn’t quit.

  “I want you to get rough with me,” she said.

  “What?” Kevin said, confused. While Jenny was definitely a freak in bed, so far they hadn’t done anything too far out of the ordinary. Sure, there had been some light hair pulling and the occasional gentle smack on the ass, but certainly nothing too deviant. If she wouldn’t have specifically asked for him to get rough he never would have imagined that she liked it that way.

  “You know,” Jenny said. “Smacking me around. Choking me, that sort of thing.”

  “Really?” Kevin said, a bit uncomfortable with the idea.

  “Sure,” Jenny said. “Why not?”

  Kevin shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t think you were into that sort of thing.”

  “Well, I am,” she said. “Why, aren’t you?”

  “Not really.”

  “Oh,” Jenny said. She was clearly disappointed.

  “I mean, don’t get me wrong,” Kevin said. “I’m no goody-goody, but the sort of thing you’re talking about? It’s not really my style.”

  “So you’ve tried it before?”

  “Once or twice.”

  “But you didn’t like it.”

  “Not really,” Kevin said. More to the point, he didn’t like himself after doing it. But there was no need to go into that right now.

  “Well, that’s too bad,” Jenny said. “Because the way things have been going, we need to do something different.”

  “It hasn’t been that bad.”

  “No, but it hasn’t been all that great either. Not lately at least.”

  “And you think this will change things,” Kevin said, his tone skeptical.

&n
bsp; Jenny smiled. “I know it will.”

  “I don’t know—”

  “You want to give me what I want, right,” Jenny said.

  “Of course,” Kevin replied.

  “Well, this is what I want.”

  “You’re sure about that?”

  “Absolutely,” Jenny said.

  Kevin dropped his eyes and shook his head.

  “What’s the problem?” Jenny said.

  “I’m just not comfortable doing those kinds of things to you,” Kevin said. “Or to anyone, really.”

  “That’s the whole point,” she said. “To take you out of your comfort zone.”

  “I know,” Kevin said. “But—”

  “But nothing,” Jenny said. “You asked me what it would take to keep this little affair of ours going, and I’m telling you. If you’d rather we just go our separate ways—”

  “You know that’s not what I want.”

  “Well then, you know what you have to do.”

  “I know,” Kevin said. “I just don’t know if I can.”

  “Think of me as one of your ex-girlfriends, someone who dumped a few years ago for no reason at all, if that helps. What’s that one girl’s name you always used tell me about? Allie?”

  Kevin’s eyes narrowed at the mention of her name.

  “Oh yeah, that’s the one,” Jenny said, flashing him a wicked little smile. “Allie. Just pretend that I’m Allie and you finally have your chance to pay me back for everything I ever did to you.”

  Kevin’s hand shot out and grabbed Jenny around the throat. Her smile grew wider.

  “Is this what you want?” Kevin said. “Is this how you want me to treat you?”

  Jenny started to answer but Kevin gripped her throat tighter so she just nodded her head.

  Kevin smacked her in the face with an open palm. The sound echoed about the room. “What about that?” He smacked her again, hard enough to leave a red mark on her cheek. “Do you like that too?”

  Jenny nodded once more. Her entire face was turning red from lack of oxygen.

  Kevin released her throat, giving her a chance to breathe. She did so in gasping breaths but her smile never wavered.

  “Fine,” Kevin said, grabbing a handful of her hair and walking over towards the bed, dragging her along with him. “If you want me to treat you like shit, I’ll treat you like shit. But I don’t want to hear you complaining about it later.”

  “Never,” she said.

  When they reached the bed, Kevin spun Jenny around so she was facing it. He bent her over, pushing her upper body down until it was flat on the covers, her legs still straight, her muscles taut.

  Pressing up against her, his rapidly growing cock pushing up against her tight little ass, Kevin loosened his tie and pulled it over his head. Then he grabbed both of Jenny’s arms and yanked them behind her back. Holding her wrists together with one hand, he looped the still-knotted tie around them and pulled it tight, trapping her arms together behind her back, incapacitating them.

  “This is what you want, right?” Kevin said, leaning over her, the weight of his upper body lying on her back and his mouth right next to her ear. “For me to tie you up and use you however I please?”

  “Yes,” Jenny said. “That’s exactly what I want.”

  “No holds barred, right,” Kevin asked.

  “None,” she said.

  “All right then, you asked for it. Don’t forget that.”

  “I won’t.”

  Kevin leaned back, lifting his weight off Jenny. He flipped her flimsy little skirt up, exposing her tight little ass, yanked her G string to the side, revealing her shaved snatch, then grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into her pussy. It went in easily, with no resistance at all. Based on how wet she was, apparently Jenny truly did enjoy being treated like shit.

  Kevin started hammering away at her pussy with extreme aggression right from the get-go, not even bothering to take things slow. He gave her his entire cock from tip to base, slamming his body into hers hard enough to push her body deeper into the bed with every thrust.

  “Holy fuck yes,” she said. “Just like that. Treat me like a little fucking whore.”

  Kevin grabbed ahold of her hair, and gave it a sharp yank, pulling her head up and back until it was right alongside his. He twisted her head sideways so they were making eye contact while he spoke.

  “Shut your fucking mouth,” he said. “I don’t want to hear your annoying little voice again. Understand?”

  Jenny nodded.

  Kevin turned her head forward, then pushed on the back of it, forcing her upper body back down onto the bed. He went back to fucking her from behind, his hands around her hips to pull her towards him as he came forward, allowing him to penetrate her more deeply.

  He was pummeling her so aggressively that she started making loud grunting sounds every time they are bodies slammed together. Reaching down, Kevin put his hands on the back of her head and pushed on it, forcing it deeper into the covers, muffling her cries.

  “What did I say to you about making noise,” Kevin said. “Keep your fucking mouth shut.” He let up on Jenny’s head, giving her a chance to breathe. She did so quietly, and was able to keep from making any noise when he went back to pounding her pussy.

  After hammering away on her for a full minute, giving it to her balls deep the entire time, Kevin decided to switch things up a little bit. Keeping his cock firmly planted inside her pussy, he pulled his hand back and gave her a smack on the ass with an open palm, hard enough to leave a handprint.

  Jenny let out a little yelp, obviously caught off-guard. Her head was still on the covers but turned to the side, her slutty little face visible to Kevin. He reached down and covered her mouth with his hand, squeezing her jaw.

  “You’re not a very good listener are you,” Kevin said, staring down at Jenny. “I guess I’m going to have to punish you some more.” He smacked her ass again, harder this time.

  Jenny yelped once more but Kevin’s hand muffled the sound. “Nope,” he said. “Not very good at all.” He smacked her ass again and again she couldn’t stop herself from making noise.

  “You do realize I’m going to keep doing this until you figure out how to keep quiet,” Kevin said. “I don’t care if your ass is bleeding by the time I’m done. You will learn to keep your fucking mouth shut.”

  He smacked her again. And again. And again. Her ass was shining bright red before she finally figured out how to keep quiet.

  “See,” Kevin said. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  Jenny’s eyes were leaking tears, making her mascara run, and her entire face was red. Her body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and her chest was heaving.

  Breaking character for a moment, Kevin said, “Are we done with this ridiculousness yet? Tell me you’ve had enough.”

  Jenny shook her head. “More,” she whispered. “I want more.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive,” she said, smiling like a demon.

  “All right,” Kevin said, sounding reluctant, but at this point, he wasn’t. He was having fun with this, more fun than he’d thought possible. And his cock was harder than ever. “If you insist.”

  Kevin picked Jenny up and flipped her over onto her back, her still-bound arms now underneath her body. He yanked her panties off, balled them up, and stuck them in her mouth. Then he spread her legs, opening her pussy wide. He was having so much fun that he needed to give his cock a little break, so instead of sticking it in Jenny’s gaping, soaking wet pussy, he decided on something else for a little while.

  “You love getting finger-fucked, don’t you,” he said, knowing full well that she did. “It’s one of your favorite things in the world, right?”

  Jenny nodded.

  “So guess what,” Kevin said, staring down at her. “I’m going to give you exactly what you love so much. So I’d better not hear you complaining.”

  And with that, he slipped three fingers into her puss
y and started banging away, sliding them in and out of her pussy as quickly as he could, hammering away at her insides while her snatch grew more and more wet.

  Kevin stuck a fourth finger inside her, eliciting a gasp from behind Jenny’s panty-gag. Her eyes were wide and excited, her breath rapid and her face red. Her pussy was squeezing his fingers, forcing the blood from them, but he continued slamming them inside her as hard as he can, his arm working furiously as he stared down at her.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he said. “You like having your pussy filled to the brim, stretched out as far as it can, don’t you?”

  Jenny nodded vigorously but her eyes were showing signs of distress. Sometimes too much of a good thing was simply too much.

  “Oh, struggling a bit with it, are you?” Kevin said. “I guess I’ll have to help you take your mind off your pussy.”

  Still slamming his fingers in and out of her, Kevin used his free hand to yank Jenny’s shirt up and grab her right tit. He groped it for a little while, hard enough to leave finger-marks, then gave it a sharp slap.

  Jenny flinched and let out a moan behind her gag. She shook her head quickly back and forth, her hair flying everywhere, her breath growing more rapid.

  Kevin gave her other tit the same treatment and he got the same result. He wasn’t sure if she was in pain or ecstasy or both, but knew that nothing he was doing would cause permanent damage, so he continued on.

  At the very least, by the end of the evening, she would have learned a lesson. And who knows, perhaps she’d like it so much that he’d have the opportunity to do it to her again. Either way, he wasn’t going to stop. Or let up. Not yet.

  He’d stopped banging her pussy but kept all four of his fingers deep inside her, his whole hand all but swallowed by her snatch. “Are you still having fun?” he asked.

  Jenny nodded vigorously.

  “So you want me to keep going.”

  She nodded again.

  “Very well, then,” Kevin said. He took one of her nipples between his fingers and gave it a pinch and a twist, holding on to it as he did so.