Page 49 of Perverted Fantasies

And not only that but whatever style of fucking you’re in the mood for is well within your grasp also. Do you feel like smacking around a cute, submissive little sweetheart? Or perhaps you’re in the mood to get dominated by a bad-ass chick with half of her head shaved and tattoos covering her body? Or maybe a nice romantic evening with a stunning model that includes dinner and drinks and a passionate night of lovemaking afterwards? No matter what, you can get exactly what you desire, as long as you’re willing to pay for it. That’s the beauty of the free market.

Thanks to escorts, I’ve done pretty much everything imaginable with all types of women over the years, and it has never gotten old. Variety is the spice of life, and with hundreds of thousands of combinations right at my fingertips, I never want for diversity.

But on this night, my mood is running a bit on the extreme side. Lately my frustrations have been plenty, and I’m in desperate need to take them out on someone. So I place a phone call to an old standby, a young woman I’ve been with a couple times before, and have never once had anything but a glorious night with. Her name is Kristina, and she is the ultimate slut.

#

I rented a nice one-bedroom suite for the night, because everyone knows that hotel room sex is better than any other kind of sex, although to be honest, I’m not exactly sure why. Regardless, I was sitting on the couch, enjoying the fourth beer of a six-pack, when there was a knock on the door.

Smiling in excitement, I rose to answer it, not even bothering to check the peephole. I knew who it was. And as I opened the door, there stood Kristina, in all her glory.

The funny thing about Kristina was, if you saw her out in public, you’d have no clue how depraved she truly was. Let alone how much pure sluttiness she could exude when she wanted to.

As she stood at the door dressed in a loose sweatshirt, a pair of baggy jeans and sandals with just a hint of makeup on and her hair done in a simple ponytail, she appeared to be nothing more than a fairly normal, reasonably attractive woman in her early twenties. If you looked closely you might notice the incredibly tight body beneath the clothes or the bone structure of her face or the amazing depth of her green eyes, but unless you saw her done up and ready for action, you wouldn’t believe how incredibly slutty she could be.

But I did. And I couldn’t wait to see the transformation. So I held the door wide and let her in.

“So what’s on the table for tonight?” Kristina asked after I’d closed and locked the door behind us.

“Oh, it’s gonna be a rough one,” I replied, still smiling.

“Well, duh, I knew that,” she said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me. What I meant was, how rough?”

“That depends on how much you can handle,” I said.

Kristina scoffed and gave me that look of disdain that I’d come to know and love. “Come on, Nick. You I can handle anything you can dish out.” There was no emotion in her voice, it was just a flat statement.

“Normally you can,” I said. “But tonight I’m going to take things further than I ever have before.”

“Good,” she said. “Then maybe you can actually get me to where I want to be for once.”

“I never have before?” I asked. Not that this was news to me. I knew Kristina was far more depraved than I had the capacity for, but I wanted to hear how she’d reply.

“You’ve been close,” Kristina said. “But so far I’ve never met anyone who hasn’t left me wanting for more.”

“Not even me?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” she said, offering me a pale smile that betrayed the fact that she was just humoring me. “I always leave satisfied after a night with you, but I certainly haven’t ever got the point where I wasn’t hoping that you’d take things further than you did.”

I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I’d done some pretty fucked-up things to her previously, and if those hadn’t even approached her limits, that was amazing. I knew she was edgy, but I didn’t realize how much she could actu

ally take.

“Damn, girl,” I said. “You must have some serious issues inside that head of yours.”

She just smiled and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m one fucked up little slut. In more ways than one.”

“Damn right you are. And it’s a good thing too, otherwise I wouldn’t have anyone that I could take my aggressions out on.”

“I hear you there,” Kristina said. “So how about if I go get cleaned up and a slip into something a little more interesting?”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

I stared at her amazing ass working beneath her jeans as she walked away from me and into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Then I went to the kitchen back to the couch and opened up another beer. I had done this sort of thing so many times that I didn’t have to have a buzz going to be comfortable, but it certainly didn’t hurt.

#

When Kristina came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, she was completely transformed. Where before she was a relatively normal young woman, now she was the ultimate slut. Her hair was up in a simple but incredibly sexy fashion and her makeup was expertly done, from the black mascara surrounding her eyes to the bright red lipstick. Gone were the regular clothes, replaced by a revealing blouse that left very little to the imagination, a form-fitting skirt that barely covered her ass and showed off her long, shapely legs and a pair of 3-inch high, fuck-me heels.

---