Page 17 of Perverted Fantasies

But before Ashley could formulate an answer, Brandi spoke up again.

“Because I don’t believe you one bit,” Brandi added. “Not the way that this night has played out. No, I think . . . I know that you want to fuck me, even if you won’t admit it to yourself.”

She was right, of course. Ashley wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or not, but she did want to fuck Brandi. Badly. And not only that, but she wanted to get fucked by Brandi too. Of that there was no doubt. So she said as much.

“Fine, you got me,” Ashley said. “I do want to fuck you. But not only that . . ” She trailed off before finishing, for some reason feeling embarrassed.

“But you want me to fuck you as well, don’t you?” Brandi said.

Ashley nodded sheepishly.

“Then it sounds like we have a deal,” Brandi said. “You strap-on one of my dildos and fuck me, and once that’s over, we’ll switch places and I’ll fuck you. What do you say?”

“Ah, fuck it,” Ashley said. “What the hell. Let’s do it.”

“Great!” Brandi said. “But just so you know, I’m not talking about making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that. I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough sex. Getting it and giving it. Can you handle that?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure? It may get pretty crazy.”

Ashley took another swig of the tequila, then said, “Positive.” And she almost believed it.

Smiling, Brandi said, “Great. Then hold on one second.” She grabbed the bottle out of Ashley’s hand and took one more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and left the kitchen. When she came back, she was holding a strap-on in her hand that was holding a monster, 9-inch cock.

“Holy shit that’s big,” Ashley said.

“Yeah, I’m in that kind of mood. You can pick a smaller one when it’s your turn if you want.”

Before Ashley could answer, Brandi dropped to her knees right there in the kitchen.

“Whoa,” Ashley said. “Wait a second—”

“It’s too late now,” Brandi said as she yanked Ashley’s jeans open and pulled them and Ashley’s panties off without any hint of gentleness. “Now step into the and strap it on,” she said. “I’m desperate to get fucked.”

Laughing softly, Ashley did as she was told. There was no use trying to fight back, Brandi was some kind of force of nature; there was no way to deny her, so the best course of action was to go with the flow. And besides, Ashley was pretty fucking excited at the prospect of the evening.

Ashley had just got the dildo strapped on tight when Brandi wrapped her lips around Ashley’s new cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, amazing Ashley with her aggression and dexterity.

Brandi held her position—deepthroating the dildo, hands gripping Ashley’s ass, nose touching Ashley’s stomach—for a full 5 seco

nds before backing off to catch her breath. One of Brandi’s hands went to the base of the dildo and grabbed on tight and started aggressively jerking Ashley off while Brandi’s other hand went between Ashley’s legs and thrust two fingers into Ashley’s pussy.

Looking up at Ashley, Brandi said “You like that? You like it when I bang your pussy while I jerk you off. Does that turn you on?”

Strangely, it did turn Ashley on. Much more than she would have imagined. So much so that she only nodded, afraid of what her voice would sound like if she tried to talk.

But Brandi was having none of that. Brandi knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it.

“Say it,” Brandi said, the evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I love it,” Ashley said.

“Say it like you mean it,” Brandi snapped.

“I love it,” Ashley said, more forcefully this time.

“Damn right you do,” Brandi shot back, her hand still working Ashley’s dildo, treating as though it was a real cock. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you?” Brandi added. “You want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”

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