Page 26 of Perverted Fantasies

Then, with his cock still inside me, he lets go of my hair and climbs to his feet. With one leg on each side of me he moves forward, getting on top of me, altering his angle of entry, giving himself more leverage to hammer me from behind.

His hands push down on the back of my head, forcing my shoulders down and my face to the floor. He holds me down while he fucks me, the feeling of helplessness liberating in this situation, me not having any control whatsoever heightening my pleasure, bringing yet another orgasm within range.

I’m too far gone right now even for words, the sounds coming from my mouth the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Andy fucks me into oblivion. I turn my head slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of him as he slams into me and for some reason this puts me over the edge. I scream into the rug as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful.

But Andy still doesn’t slow down. He’s in his own world now, oblivious to my whims, my wants, my needs. Which is just fine by me. After all, that’s why I came to him tonight, because I wanted to be owned, dominated, fucked into submission. And he’s doing a fine job of it.

Sometime later, Andy pulls out, climbs to his feet and spins me over onto my back. He lifts my ass into the air and pushes my legs down so my knees are next to my head, folding me in half with my ass up. The piledriver. Not my favorite position but that’s okay. I know Andy likes it and I’ve already had my fun. This is for him now. Time to let him do what he wants, to allow him to get off, to make him happy.

He straddles me, his big, muscular body looming over me, then squats to bring his cock down to my pussy. Using both hands he spreads my pussy then sticks his cock inside me. He grabs ahold of my ankles and spreads my legs, holding them wide, opening up my pussy to accept his cock.

His leg muscles working hard, he drives his hips down into me faster and faster, fucking me with reckless abandon as he approaches orgasm. He is staring down at my face, clearly enjoying the control he has over me, getting off on my helplessness as he fucks me, his cock going deeper and deeper inside me, causing me to squirm in pleasure.

“Do it, do it, just like that,” I say, my voice higher-pitched and softer than usual, playing up my helplessness, my lack of control. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours, Andy. Give it to me. Make me pay, Andy. Make me pay.”

I can tell from his reaction that this line of dialogue turns him on. His pumps become faster, more powerful, more meaningful. He is marching quickly towards orgasm, and I’m going to help him get there.

“Punish me,” I say. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am, Andy. Punish me!”

He grimaces and lets out a sharp breath. I’ve seen that face before. I know exactly what it means. He’s gonna cum.

“Cum on my face, Andy,” I say. “I want you to cum on my face.”

Again, not my favorite thing in the world, but I know that’s what Andy wants, what he’s waiting for, and it’s worth it to keep him happy.

He pumps his cock into me a few more times and then he’s scrambling down, squatting even further, his legs hooked over mine, forcing my knees to the floor as his cocks looms large over my face, his expression one of intense pleasure as he jerks his cock and sends his hot of cum all over me. It’s a huge load, three giant streams plus a few smaller ones, covering my chin, my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead, even my hair. Getting everywhere. But that’s all right. I don’t mind. Anything to make Andy happy.

And happy he is, smiling and laughing like a high-schooler. I lift my head and suck on the tip of his cock, taking the last couple drops of cum into my mouth, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Holy shit,” he says, shaking his body one last time and climbing to his feet. “You’re one hell of a fuck, Missy.”

“You’re not too shabby yourself, Andy.”

Smiling, he holds his hand out and pulls me to my feet.

“What do you say we take a shower and get some food and then do it all over again,” he says.

“Sounds like a plan,” I say.

Because there’s no such thing as too much sex. At least not for a dirty little slut like me.

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A SURPRISE PEGGING

Never in his wildest dreams did Greg Bailey think that by midnight he’d be blindfolded and gagged on the bed of a woman he hadn’t even known when the day started, but he sure was excited at the way the night was playing out. Especially now, as this insanely hot, completely perverted, bad-ass of a woman named Hailey Weston was pummeling his asshole from behind with her big, black dildo, making him scream and causing him pain in that oh-so-wonderful way.

It had started in a bar two hours prior, where he’d seen this glorious blonde, with a slim, athletic body and tits the size of watermelons. She was wear

ing a slinky black leather dress and high-heeled boots, and although pretty much every guy in the place was sneaking looks at her, only Greg had shown the balls to go up and talk to her.

After about an hour of conversation and ten shots each, Hailey cut to the chase. “What do you say we go back to my place and get freaky,” she’d said.

“That sounds great,” Greg had replied.

“But I have to warn you, my idea of freaky is a bit different than most,” Hailey had said.

“That’s good to hear,” Greg had answered. “Because so is mine.”

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