9 comments/ 32753 views/ 9 favorites Three Falls, One Bitch By: H-Bard-kun Lena was a bitch. A malicious, ferocious, and self-proclaimed bitch. She was the terror of the dojo, all fury and speed in with short red hair, and just about every new guy made the mistake of challenging her. The match always went the same way. He'd move into a loose stance, his attention clearly stuck on the way her judo gi clung to her chest. Then he'd try not to hurt her. The resulting shoulder toss, leg sweep, or chest pound was always unnecessarily painful, the sweet smile on her face giving way to a broad, satisfied grin. Then she'd wander back to the wall, chatting up the sensei, the apple of his eye. Even the ones on their backs would stare at her swaying little ass as she walked away. I knew her first, when she stalked into the dojo looking for war, and we were about even in skill, even if she'd pitched me on my back the first time we sparred. We got to talking, teasing, even flirting a little between matches. We were the only two in the dojo when we came up with the Bet. "Three falls," I said. "Whoever loses—" "Is the other person's slave?" She grinned up at me, so cocky, hands on her hips. "The other person's bitch," I corrected. Her eyebrows perked, and she shrugged, moving into a ready stance. She looked puzzled the first throw. Angry the second. And when she hit the mats with a solid thump the third time, a little worried. ... Blushing fiercely, her uniform top yanked partway open—revealing, to my delight, one her bare, small, firm tits—she sat against the sawhorse. Her arms were tied to the rough wooden posts, and her feet lashed together at the ankles. The rough cloth pants were at her knees, and the cotton panties she had on underneath looked nearly soaked through. Sweat? I doubted it, and I checked, running a fingertip over her slit, watching the fabric drag under my touch. "Funny," I said, sliding my fingers under the waistband of her panties, "that doesn't smell like sweat, and...mmm." I teased her, dragging my hand up and down her mound, watching her squirm against the ropes. "Doesn't feel like it." She glared at me as I withdrew my glazed fingers and traced them up her chest, around one rosy, stiff nipple, up her neck, to her lips. "Does it taste like it?" "Fuck you," she said firmly. "I'm not gonna do that." I frowned. "You said you'd do anything if you lost," I reminded her, crouched across from her. I pushed her top farther open, and was surprised by the glitter of a nipple ring on her right breast. I fingered it thoughtfully, then gave it a tug. She stiffened, biting her lip. "Going back on your word of honor, bitch?" "Nn—no..." she managed, shuddering as I tugged a little harder. "Then tell me what this tastes like," I said sharply, just slightly twisting the ring. She cried out, and leaned forward to suck my fingers. Her tongue worked hungrily over my fingers, and she sucked them hard, too, slurping noisily. Her hips twitched as I worked them in and out of her mouth. She pulled back. "It tastes like..." she trailed off, mumbling inaudibly. I pinched her other nipple, now, and lightly twisted them both. Her hips rose off the ground. "Louder." "It tastes like my pussy," she said fiercely, cheeks red. I let her nipples go, and she slumped back against the sawhorse. Her breathing was heavier than before. I admired the way her chest raised and fell—the way each breath made that ring move had my hard-on throbbing in my pants. I pushed her top open til it hung useless on her shoulders. Her nipples were like bullets, now, and I ran my fingers over them, then leaned in to suck on the right one. I flicked the ring experimentally with my tongue, felt her shudder, and moved to the other side, biting gently. That got me a moan. She tried to cut it short, but I held her nipple between my teeth, flicked it with my tongue. Lena tensed, then went slack as I pulled my lips away, whimpering again. "You sound disappointed." I moved closer, burying my face in her neck. Her breath got shaky as I licked along her throat; it caught as I bit her, just beneath her chin. "N-not..." she managed, her thighs parting. Then she arched her back, because I was nipping along her skin and stroking at her cunt through her soaked panties. "Unh—" I cut her off, kissing hard, and she moaned against my tongue. I pulled aside those panties, bringing my fingers straight to her clit, and stroked a circle that made her jerk away from me and gasp. I held my hand immobile, pressed against that spot, and grinned. She glared back, but the fire in her eyes wasn't quite as bright as the red on her cheeks, and you can only look so angry when you're feeling that good. The slightest movement of my fingertips made her whole body tense. "You're pretty worked up, Lena...you like being like this?" She shuddered through a "fuck you." I lightly pinched her clit, could feel her pussy needing something. I bit at her throat, on my knees in front of this tied and helpless beauty, and felt her trembling. My lips sank lower, back to her tits, and her heart thumped hard as I licked around that piercing. All the while I kept building with my fingers, working them on her clit faster, harder, with every gasp and lick. I pulled away, looked at her blushing face. When my fingers stopped moving, disappointment flickered on her face; I held her there and growled into her ear. "You wanna come, bitch?" "N—fuck," she groaned. I wasn't going to let her pretend; two of my fingers slid across her clit, down between slick lips and into her to the knuckle in one quick stroke. Fun thing about martial arts, that—you learn to coordinate your movements. So as those two fingers fucked into her up to the hilt, my thumb took their place at her clit, rubbed it hard. She bucked. "I said, do you want to come?" "Yes, yes, yes," she hissed, eyes half-lidded and somewhere between anger and bliss. She turned her face towards mine, sweat beaded on her forehead, hips trying to keep my fingers in her (I kept teasingly pulling them back). "I fucking want to come, make me fucking come already—" "Dirty mouth," I chided, fingers pumping gently in and out of her. "Not really polite, Lena." I sped up a little, just enough to make her nearly lose it, then yelp in frustration as my thumb left her clit. "I think you need to at least say please—" "Fuck, please—" I squeezed her left breast, flicked the unattended nipple with my thumb. That in sync with another circle round her clit made her cut off into a whimper. "And tell me what you are," I said. Her eyes went wide, narrowed, and something was behind that blush of hers: pride, wounded. "Not—sayin'—that," she managed. "I'm not—ahhh..." that was through gritted teeth, her head pressed back against the sawhorse, as my hands worked in perfect sync...and stopped. She looked up at me, still shuddering, as I rose. I figured it wouldn't be enough to finger her—though I was glad how far we'd gotten. The disappointment on her face was plain as day, and heartbreaking; she squirmed a little in her bonds, breaths quick and frustrated. "We agreed," I said sharply, untying her hands and quickly lashing them back together at the wrists, "on what the loser was." "Yeah, but—but—" She bit her lip, still working her hips, like the air would bring her off. I reached down and grabbed her arms, pulling her to her feet. Carefully—I didn't want them, tied like they were, slipping out from under her. She came up with a surprised cry, a blank look, and I helped her understand by turning her, pushing on her shoulder, bending her along the padded sawhorse. "You've—gotta be kidding—" she managed to say, but it cut off in a yelp as I brought my hand firmly down across her tight ass. "Ah! Jesus!" "Your panties aren't even off yet, bitch." I yanked them down, saw the mess on her thighs and cunt, and had an inward smirk. Maybe I should have done this earlier. Another firm slap—I loved the way her ass barely moved—and she whimpered, pushing herself onto the sawhorse, trying to get away from my palm. I rubbed her ass, suddenly gentle, making her shudder and calm. She looked back wide-eyed and still, I noticed, blushing. "Aren't you a tough girl, Lena?" Smack. Her whole body trembled, then jolted as I followed up with an even harder spank. That ass would be pink soon. "Can't take a little sting?" "No," she managed, lying through grit teeth. "I'm...I can..." The next slap was on her thigh, closer to her pussy. She jerked again, but I held her down by her shoulder, resisting the temptation to reach and squeeze those tits—or finger that no-doubt aching clit. She needed to go all the way, and I couldn't be nice unless she did. SLAP. Other thigh, even closer; I forced them apart, making her gi pants and panties slide to ankles. Her crotch sat just barely over the edge of the horse, and now unhidden by her thighs. "You wouldn't—" she managed, trying to sound cocky. "You're not that fucking—" The next smack was right on her pussy. She howled, and gushed against my hand. I held it there, rubbing up and down against her mound. Gently. I leaned over her, slipped my hand off her shoulder to run fingers through her hair, and murmured into her ear. "You nearly came there." "Nngh." Her forehead was against the 'horse again, back arched up. "You're my bitch, Lena." One eye was on me, all the anger gone from it. Now there was excitement, so much of it, and a lusty sort of haze. "Tell me that, and I'll make you come the nice way." She moaned into the padding; my fingers were teasing her, sliding just barely in, pulling back out, slipping up against her swollen clit. I pinched it gently. "What are you, Lena?" "Ohhfuck..." I pulled my hand away, wound it back, and spanked her ass hard—one time, two times, three times, leaving sticky handprints, making her cry out and shudder and squirm. "What are you, Lena?" "I'm your—ah!" It was unfair, really, cutting her off, but her heart wasn't in it. I caught her off guard, making her yelp with the SMACK of another forceful slap on her ass. That seemed to do it. Suddenly, she stopped squirming away. Her tight ass swayed, stopped, pushed back, and she craned her neck to look at back at me. She almost looked expectant, something gleeful and exhilarated in her face—so I kept spanking, varying force, watching her jerk and pant out between slaps with eyes blazing: "I'm—" SLAP. "Your—" SMACK. "Fucking—bitch!" I stopped. She looked at me hopefully, managed to gasp. "Please...make me fucking come!" Judo outfits are loose. Otherwise I might have torn mine off. I didn't bother with my top, just forcing down my pants and pressing my cock into her soaked slit, drawing out a moan from both of us that lasted til I hilted. There was a moment where I thought I'd fill her with cum right there—I'm no porn star, but I'm big, and her pussy clutched me like a vice. I yanked out, fucked in again, bent over her and could feel her shove back into me. "Fuck me," she growled as I thrust in, "fuck your—ah!—your bitch—" I reached around to press my fingers into her clit, other hand yanking her back by her shoulder, pulling her harder against my thrusts. When I stroked it, she nearly screamed, jerking her head back. I was angled in her perfectly, the sawhorse just the right height, and I hit spots that made her jolt with every hard thrust. Juice slid down my cock, dripped against my thighs to my gi pants; the feeling nearly sent me over the edge. "My bitch—" I said, biting at her ear. "—had better come for me—" When I pinched her clit, hammered in her to the hilt and held, she did scream, whole body going rigid—except for her hips, which were jolting and bucking like mad. If she'd been vise-tight before, she was inescapable now, clamped onto me so tight I couldn't move. But soon she went slack, and as she pulled away from me the feeling nearly made me come. I tugged her arm, urged her to slide off the horse. She did, turning to look up at me on the way to her knees. My cock gleamed with her juice, the head sticky with my precum. Without a word from me, she darted forward to lick it, grabbing at one of my thighs with her tied hands and pulling me closer. She couldn't deep-throat it, but she tried to, gagging softly—even that made me groan, and I pulled her off by her hair, stared down at her. She looked up, mouth hanging open, breaths coming in exhausted pants. "Close your eyes," I said hoarsely, one hand holding her hair, the other grasping at my cock. After a second she understood, eyes drifting shut. I stroked fast, once, twice, nearly there— She opened her mouth wide, tongue out expectantly. I couldn't take the sight. My hips jerked forward, a bolt of hot cum streaking up her cheek and ending in her hair. The next two hit her tongue, making her gasp and smack her lips, getting those messy too. Shots were getting weaker, and I moved in til my cock hit her cheek to paint the rest across her skin. I had to admire my handiwork: a gorgeous, petit redhead, hands and feet still tied. She clutched my leg, her pussy and thighs soaked with juice, my cum running thick and white from her forehead to her chin. As I stared, her tongue flicked out, cleaning some off her lips. Her eyes opened, she swallowed roughly, and spoke. "We need a shower." We didn't mean to fuck there, but finished out the night with her back pressed into the shower tiles, my face buried in her neck, her legs around my waist. She came twice, the second time milking another orgasm out of me as she panted "I'm your bitch" into my ear. ... "Hey," she said brightly after class the next week, stepping up to me. "Hey." She'd been weird when we split outside the dojo, smiling from time to time but not saying much as she walked away. I didn't know what to expect. I kind of doubted there'd be another bet— "Three falls," she said with her predatory grin. My eyebrows perked. "Same deal?" "Same deal," she said, moving into a ready stance. Whump. Whump. Whump. Laid out on my back after the third fall, I looked up at her; saw the broad smile across her face. That last throw had been unnecessarily painful. Oh, shit. Three Falls, One Bitch Ch. 02 Three falls, we'd said. I thought taking her down had been a little too easy; now the ache in my back made me see why. Dazed, I lay there, considering the implications. Lena had really gotten off on subbing, being taken hard. Did that mean she'd just want me to take her again? Harder? I could never be so lucky. Whips? Chains? Well, it'd only be fair if I took a spank or two in return, but what to expect... Lena crouched over me. She was grinning hugely, writing something on a piece of paper. She finished, folded it in half, and put it on my forehead. I sat up and looked over my shoulder, watching her little ass sway across the mats. One of the other students whistled. "That looked like it hurt. What's the paper? She give you her number?" I unfolded the paper, read it. "Her address, actually." He was giving me a look. "We're...uh...doing some training together. For this...meet...thing." "What kind of training?" I glanced back at Lena. She was at the doors. Noticing me, she grinned and smacked her ass, then vanished out of sight. "Rough stuff," I said vaguely. ... Like the girl, Lena's house was small and pretty, a little one-bedroom just a few blocks away from the dojo. She met me at the door, apparently fresh from a shower and wearing a cheongsam. I couldn't help but stare at her, worried as I was. Her figure was petite; no question about it, but the Chinese dress hugged it perfectly, clinging to and emphasizing her firm little breasts. "Hi." Chinese dress? That didn't seem ominous. I saw a hint of black at the top of the leg-slit as she turned around. Lacy panties? Very reassuring. Realizing I had my eyes locked on her tight ass, she smirked over her shoulder and beckoned for me to follow her in. "C'mon in. And make yourself comfortable." I kicked off my shoes and tossed aside my jacket, starting to head for the couch. She shook her head. "No, no. More comfortable than that." I gave her a questioning look; she answered by walking to me, grabbing my chin, and pulling me down into a fierce, hard kiss. Her tongue shoved past my lips and her other hand shot down to grab and knead my ass. The height difference was usually a thrill; I love tilting a girl's chin back, pulling her up by her ass. But now she was pulling me down, and it felt— No time to think about how that felt, because suddenly she was grinding against me, hitching herself up and into my crotch, making the jeans I'd changed into distinctly uncomfortable. She moaned softly against my lips, caught the lower one between her teeth, dug her fingers into my skin—and as sudden as it started, it stopped. "Take off your clothes," she said, stepping away. "Right here?" I felt absurdly self-conscious. We were in front of her picture window, and being ordered to strip threw me for a loop. She laughed and put her hands on her hips. "You didn't have a problem when you did it in the dojo, did you?" She pointed at the bulge in my jeans. "I want to see that. Take your clothes off. Now." My shirt went first, button-by-button, while she tapped her foot impatiently, hands on her hips. When I started on my pants, wondering why on earth I'd worn button-fly jeans, she stepped forward to me and almost ripped them down, boxers with them. My cock sprang out and up, bone-hard, nearly smacking into my belly; she grinned approvingly and closed a hand around it, pumping so rough I sucked in a gasp. Laughing at my tension, she gave me a squeeze, then sank down to her knees, the cheongsam crinkling around her hips. She didn't tease me or go gently; after a few hot, fast licks over my head, in fact, she took me as far down her throat as she could. I gasped. She started sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed. "Jesus," I groaned, back pressed into the cold glass of the picture window. Anyone walking down the street could see this! And she added her hands on my ass to the view, kneading and pulling as she bobbed up and down. Just the sound was hot as she slurped along my cock; gagging the next time she forced her head down. She pulled off panting, licked away a string of precum she'd sucked out of me, and looked up with eyebrows raised. "You like this?" She said, left hand slipping back to stroke my shaft against her lips. She kissed the head, nuzzled the spit-soaked length against her cheek, and kept jerking. I couldn't do anything but moan. "Me, on my knees...servicing you?" Her hand got faster, the other one dropping to play with and tug at by balls. "Lena," I panted, fingers clawing for purchase on the glass, "if you...keep this up..." She didn't listen. "Being..." Her hand stopped at the base, and she swallowed my length again, till her nose was nestled in my close-trimmed pubic hairs. Pulling off again, lips sticky with pre-cum, she panted "...your hot little bitch?" and beat me off over her open mouth. Oh god. I watched her lick the precum off her lips shimmering lips, groaning expectantly and working her hips in time with her hand. My balls went tight, tingling shooting through my body. Any second now. Then her lips closed, curling up in another mischievous grin. And that hand on my cock stopped at the base, went vise-tight. So did the one on my balls. I was barreling towards an orgasm, and she'd hit the brakes, my cock twitching and nearly purple in her hand. "What's wrong?" She asked innocently, releasing my balls but damn well keeping her fist tight around my base. Ever held a finger on an artery? That's that it felt like—a desperate pulse against unwanted pressure. "Expecting to come already?" I gaped down at her, dismayed; she chuckled, rising to nip my chin and tugging lightly on my cock. "Guess you forgot who lost the bet." She turned away, started walking. Her hand stayed right where it was, and I had no choice but to follow. I slowed, tried to touch her; she gave me a warning squeeze and kept moving. I cast a worried gaze back at my clothes, pooled by the window, and followed her down the hall. After a few feet of photographs and a "KICK ASS" poster ("Sensei got that for me when I made black belt," she said casually) we arrived at her dimly-lit bedroom; she tugged me inside and to the Spartan twin bed. Once there, she let me go and turned—I thought it was for another kiss, but instead it was to shove me, making me tumble clumsily back and land on my ass on the mattress. "Put this on," she said, grabbing something off the nightstand. Even now I stared at her little hips, swaying as she walked to me. As she crouched I tried to peek down her dress, to no avail. Then I paid attention to what she was holding: a strip of rawhide, about as wide as a pencil. My eyes went a little wide. Was that— She answered my question before I could ask by tying it around the base of my shaft. I growled faintly, which made her smirk. Smack went her hand against my thigh, without a lick of warning. I jumped. "I'm not even hitting you hard yet, he-bitch," she said mockingly. Her fingers traced delicately across my balls, closed around them, squeezed so gently I moaned. Then she let me go, stepping back, and wriggling out of her tight Chinese dress... ...to reveal a black leather two piece outfit underneath it, taking her from submissive little China girl to dominatrix bitch queen in as long as it took for her to step out of a dress. Hot as she looked, it made my heart skip a beat—what had I gotten myself into? For a second I wondered if she'd thought that, taking my smacks and slaps tied to the sawhorse, but then she was pulling a chair into place across from me and I worried about what'd happen next. She stepped around the chair and leaned in, looking me over from top to cock to toe. Her hand came up to her chin, stroked it thoughtfully. Then she turned and vanished into the closet, rummaging around and returning with a pair of handcuffs. "Oh, come on!" "Hands behind your ba-aack," she said, shaking them above my head. I grudgingly obeyed, and was rewarded by her sliding my knee between her thighs as she cuffed my wrists. Then she stepped back and plopped down in the chair, resting her foot on my knee. I tested the cuffs, twisting a little. She smiled and ran her toes along my thigh, tracing little circles up to my hip. "You look good like that," she purred, slipping her foot underneath my balls, lifting them slightly. She let them drop again, pushed my legs farther apart. "Very frustrated, but..." "And why would I be frustrated?" I snapped, watching her toes make a lazy figure-eight on my stomach. "Sarcasm'll only make it worse." She grinned, locking eyes with me and pressing the ball of her foot against my cock. I saw her eyes widen a little, and then she pushed it up, against my stomach. Started to work her toes up and down. I could feel precum leaking onto my skin; so could she, evidently, because she chuckled and rubbed her toes over my head. "...didn't think it'd feel so hot..." She slipped one hand under her bra, the other beneath the waistband of her little leather panties, and I watched her wrists move in sync with her foot along my cock. Feet, rather. The other one was there, too, both of them squeezing my length and pumping up and down. She broke off the eye contact, gaze flicking down to watch my cock throb against her toes. She licked her lips a little, arched her back, stroked harder. Her feet were pushing me back into the mattress. I groaned. She laughed, bringing sticky fingers out of her panties and flicking them at me. Then she untied something, what I thought was a tassel, and the panties came apart like a bikini bottom. She let them drop, curling her toes against my balls, then slid a finger—two fingers—into her cunt. It looked nice and wet already, and I was just as fixated on her fingers working in and out as she was on my cock. For a while, there wasn't any sound but our breathing and the quiet sounds of what she was doing; I broke the silence with another moan, which made her lean farther back in her chair, frigging herself harder, other hand groping furiously at her tits. Her breathing was getting heavier, head tilting back... She made sure to keep her eyes on me, though, even as they lidded to slits in pleasure. I was squirming, now, trying to thrust my dick against those hot little feet, while she kept them rubbing infuriatingly around my most sensitive spots. She caught my eye, saw the frustration and laughed, breaking into another moan. Her hips started to work into her fingers, "Poor little bitch," she panted, running her toes just below the head of my cock. "Fuck you," I managed, hands tightening into fists behind my back. She smeared precum over my head, down my shaft, getting me slick. "No, you won't," she said, giving me a final smile before her head lolled back against the chair, one to three fingers fucking into her cunt. Her feet tightened around the sides of my cock. Somewhere in my mind I marveled at just how extensively she'd trained her body; even her feet, slimly wrapped around my cock, were strong. I sank back on the mattress, working my hips against the movements of her feet, panting, watching as she bucked against her own fingers. Her pussy was soaked, and her moans mingling with her fingers were mesmerizing. "You wanna cum?" It was almost a hiss, she was so focused on her pleasure. "You wanna blow your load—right—fucking—now?" I moaned, writhing. She locked eyes with me. "Yes," I said through gritted teeth, "yes yes yes I want to come—" "All-over-me?" This came out as a staccato. "Yesss..." She just stared, eyes blazing, and jerked me off with her feet in sync with her fingers, watching, hearing my moans get louder, seeing my hips jolt harder and harder. And then she stopped. And grinned. "No." She jolted, crying out sharply, back arching hard. "Fuck—!" I was treated to the gorgeous sight of her orgasm, her toes curling uselessly against my skin, fingers coated liberally in juice which she made sure to lick off when she was done. She sank back in her chair, staring at the ceiling, gasping for breath and grinning like a Cheshire cat. I wondered privately if my cock was going to fall off. She snapped me out of my thoughts by climbing onto the bed beside me, swirling one sticky fingertip over the head of my dick. It came up shiny with her juice and my precum. "You know what to do." I snarled through another "fuck you." She circled my parted lips with her fingertip, then pushed it in against my tongue; I was a little surprised, finding I didn't mind the taste. "Suck, like a good bitch," she ordered, gently—so frustratingly gently—stroking me with her other hand. I obeyed, eyes fixated on hers. She pulled her finger out, rewarded me with a firm and tangy kiss that sent an especially hard throb through my shaft. Then she stepped back and folded her arms. "Get on your knees and shoulders for me." "What?" Impatient again, she grabbed my shoulder, turned me, pushed me onto my knees, then facefirst into the bed. My ass was up and bare, and she ran her fingers over it. I glared back at her; she stepped away and out of my limited view. I could hear her rummaging through the closet again. "So, tell me." I strained against the cuffs. They weren't painful, not terribly; in fact, they were fur-lined and surprisingly soft on the skin. But they were tight, and they were inescapable, and my hands weren't moving from their spot behind my back. "What were your exact words?" Shifting my shoulders a little, I tried to look back at her. It wasn't easy; she kept stepping around me, something going tap tap tap against her thigh, and I couldn't move my head much with my shoulders pressed into the bed. "Whoever loses is the other person's bitch," I said, a little bitterly. She snickered, and something traced a line along my back, up my neck, against my cheek—a wide, black strap. Leather. Between this, the outfit, and the cuffs, little Lena had a lot of explaining to do. "You don't sound too thrilled this time." She drummed her fingers on my ass, reached between my thighs to squeeze my achingly hard cock. It actually dripped on the bed, dollops of my frustration. She caught one and sucked her finger clean. "You tricked me," I growled. "Calling me a cheat?" There was a sudden motion, and a burning stripe across my ass. I jolted but didn't cry out. She chuckled, running the strap in circles at the small of my back. "No. Just a manipulative little bi—" The next one was harder, too hard for me. "AH! Fuck!" I yelped and tried to squirm away on reflex. She raked her nails down my back and smacked again, against my thigh. "Stay right there," she snapped, "you keep that ass up for me, bitch!" WHACK. I tried to protest but cried out again; she was spanking hard, fast, alternating between her hand and the strap. "Don't—" whack whap SMACK "Fucking—" SLAP whack WHACK "—try to get away!" She finished with a hard, open-palm slap across my thigh. I shuddered, but kept my ass up, even higher off the bed than when we started. It stung, far worse than the damned cockring, and yet my hard-on wasn't going away. If anything it was getting even bigger. Once I stopped trying to jolt away from her hand, she gentled some, stroked soothingly over my ass. "Better, bitch, so much better. You liked doing this to me so much..." My whole ass was tingling. She squeezed it, making me groan faintly, and then reached down to play with my cock. "But then you seem to like taking it, too. Do you wanna cum yet?" "God, yes," I growled into the mattress. "Will you say please?" Her finger traced a line between my cheeks, circled round a place I never thought anything would be going near. But I couldn't focus on that, just had to think about coming, I would flood the goddamn building at this rate... "Please," I groaned. "Make me—make me come, please, Lena..." "Like a bitch?" She purred, leaning over me. Fuck it. "Like your bitch," I assented. She nipped my neck, chuckling, then moved away again, touch disappearing entirely. I could have whimpered, but after another moment of rummaging she came back again. I heard a bottle open, and then felt her fingers, rubbing something cool and slippery over my ass, into my— "Wait a minute." I tried to interrupt, pull away. "No," she said simply, and two of her slick fingers forced their way into me, worked in and out. Not hard, but not gentle, either, making my whole body clench. "Relaaaax," she chided, kneading my ass with her free hand, groping and petting until I finally calmed down. Once I got used to the intrusion, it wasn't that bad—and as she pushed them to the knuckle again, I felt a sudden jolt that seemed to go through my ass to my cock and up my spine. I moaned, and she laughed pleasantly, leaning over me and nuzzling my neck, still fingering. "Jesus...Lena..." "Feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeah..." I was loathe to admit it, but fuck, it felt good, every thrust of her fingers sending a shudder up my body and a throb through my dick. She bit at my throat, whispered heated in my ear. "Want more?" I wasn't sure what she meant, so I said sure as best I could, by now pushing back at her hand, hands clenching and unclenching against my back. To my disappointment this made her pull her fingers out (though even that felt intense). For a moment I thought I was being teased again. Then I felt more lube, and then I felt something that definitely was not her fingers. Jesus Christ. She was wearing a strapon. I couldn't take this—not something so big, not so sudden, I started to tense up. She ran her tongue along the edge of my ear, cooed soothing: "You want it, bitch, you want it, so just relax and fucking take it, I'm gonna make you mine—" I relaxed, pushed back at her. She continued, pushing in, my groan almost but not quite drowning her out. "—gonna fuck you, boy, gonna make you come all over my fucking bed, because you're my bitch tonight..." Before I knew it the thing was hilted in me—I could feel the leather of its harness against my ass. Every little motion I made elicited a gasp, another thrill of sensation, and I squeezed my eyes shut. She pulled back, pushed in, started to fuck me. That was almost enough to bring me off, but that strap around my cock hadn't gone away and I still teetered on the edge. I started to move my hips, working against this petit dominatrix's thrusts, wondering what an odd sight it must have been—the smaller girl bent over me and fucking me into the bed. And me shuddering, pushing back, taking it. Her bitch. "I think you're ready," she murmured, nipping at my ear. Before I could respond, she reached between us and flicked a switch somewhere. That strapon proved itself to be a vibrator, filling my ass with a sudden, thrumming, all-powerful buzz that made me squirm and writhe and scream into the bed. "Holy—fuck—" I howled. "Nngh," she moaned, hilting it in me again, pressing her clit against the vibes, rocking and shivering against me and—at long last—untying that cockstrap. I saw stars. I could barely feel anything, first, like numbness set in somehow—then feeling rushed into me, through every bit of my body, radiating from my ass and my twitching, pulsing cock. I came harder than I'd ever come in my life, and her hand was there to catch some of it. She squealed through another orgasm against me, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking up my cum. We finally slumped, disconnecting, against the mattress, my hips still bucking. Shuddering, she uncuffed me. I felt like I could barely move. She was the first to sit up. To my surprise, she shakily climbed off the bed, and beckoned for me to do the same. Three Falls, One Bitch Ch. 02 My knees were weak. But I stood before her, catching my breath. Her grin was back, going as I watched from satisfied to predatory, and she slipped into a ready stance (looking just a little ridiculous with a vibrator protruding from her crotch). "Three falls." I grinned back, fiercely, and lunged.