1 comments/ 38392 views/ 6 favorites What Bad Girls Need By: wingswhips Intro to Chapter 1 Welcome to our little novella. Allow me to introduce myself, I am the heroine of this sweet tender story. I am very smart and clever woman. Before you begin know this: My writing partner and I are quite real. He currently works and goes to school and I work and am taking a year off. It is hard to meet like-minded individuals that truly understand what it means to discipline their lover. I simply placed a post on Craigslist and talked a little about my interests. Out of many responses few took my interest as my co-author's did. He was very clever and I could see he was intelligent. I have been given instructions and tasks to accomplish in a timely manner. For example, I have been required to purchase an anal bullet so that I become accustomed to anal stimulation. With each chapter he submitted for me to read I was required to masturbate and describe it to him. I often like to just use my fingers and rub my clitoris until I explode. I love to pinch my nipples, as they are pierced and very sensitive. I could go on but I will leave that to your imagination. He had me submit some writing to him. And when he sent me something, this was it. Enjoy! * Ryane was a little nervous as she put the key into the lock of her door. He was standing behind her, and close. She had only just met him, after some time of chatting on the Internet, and they'd had a couple of drinks while they got to know each other a little bit better- small talk, mainly. It had been light-hearted and pleasant, the restaurant was busy but not loud, they had a couple of appetizers while they passed the time. And then he informed her it was time for her to take him to her place, and that everything had better be as he had specified. She finally let them both in through the front door, the air conditioning felt good. Her puppy barked and ran around, both of them played with little Morgan. Ryane took a moment to look around her living room; she'd cleaned it very well, although he'd not mentioned that at all. Finally, he stood up and fixed his eyes on her. She looked away. "Will you pour me a glass of the wine, Ryane? Don't pour one for yourself, yet, please. And while you're doing that, please bring me your hairbrush as well." Ryane hoped he would like the wine as she poured it. He had been very specific as to what kind of wine he wanted, and it was a grape she wasn't familiar with. The person at the wine cellar had said this was a good wine from this variety, but she wasn't sure, and couldn't judge. How picky was he? She retrieved the brush from her bathroom on the way back. She gave both to him on her return to the living room- he'd seated himself on her couch in her absence. She started to sit down next to him, until he held up his hand. "No, Ryane, I want you stand in the center of the room for me, please." "Yes, sir," she mumbled- he'd been lecturing her on the issue of manners for some time now. She stood in the center of her room, her hands at her sides. He took a sip of the wine, didn't comment. He took another, and then looked out the window as a car drove down the street. And then he was up. In a flash he stood up and the next thing she knew, he had a fistful of her hair, and was pulling her head back from behind. With a couple of sharp cracks, he used her hairbrush on her ass, first one side, then the other. She had worn her prettiest skirt- it did nothing to stop the sting on her backside, however. It hurt. He was taller than her, and pulled her head back until he was speaking into her ear. "I want you to stand up straight, Ryane. I want your back to be straight, your eyes forward, and your breasts out. Do you understand me? I want to see what I have to work with here." Yes, sir, is what she wanted to say, but a couple more blows from the hairbrush reduced her to making only a sort of noise. He released her hair, and returned to the couch. She had tears in her eyes, but not her cheeks, and she tried to do as he had demanded, putting her arms straight at her sides, and stiffening her backbone. Looking straight ahead, at nothing but her wall. He had resumed drinking the wine, and said nothing for a few minutes, again looking outside of her window. "This is very good wine, Ryane," he finally said. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble getting it for me." "It wasn't," she told him, still looking ahead at the wall. "It wasn't?" "It wasn't, sir," she corrected herself. "That's better, Ryane. Will you please take off your shirt, fold it properly, and bring it to me?" "Yes, sir," she said, and began unbuttoning. She still looked ahead, but was secretly pleased. She had worn a push up bra. She thought her breasts looked nice, and wanted him to see them. When she delivered the shirt, he handed her his wine glass. She went to refill it. "Thank you, Ryane. Please take your position again." She did, eyes forward, and he again looked out the window. He stretched out on her couch, and said nothing. Finally, he spoke to her, although he still didn't bother to look at her. "You've got nice tits, Ryane. I bet you like it when a man pulls his cock out of your slut mouth and cums on them. Isn't that right, Ryane?" "Yes, sir." "Yes, what, Ryane?" "I like it when a man pulls his cock out of my slut mouth and cums on my tits, sir." "I thought so, Ryane. Please take your skirt off for me." She slipped her skirt down her legs, and stepped out of it. She folded it, and began to take it towards him. He dismissed her with a wave of his hand, still not looking at her. "I didn't tell you to bring me that, Ryane. I don't want that. Put it wherever you want, and resume your position." She did, now naked except for her panties, bra, and shoes. She stood at attention. After a short period, he finally turned to her. "Take off your panties, and show me your pussy." She slid those down as well- it was harder getting them past her high-heeled shoes than the skirt was, and she stumbled a bit. She didn't know if she should fold them and give them to him or not. He again stood up, and walked in a slow circle around her. He took the panties from her hand, and when he was in front of her, crouched down. "Show me your pussy, Ryane," he whispered, looking directly at it. "Use your hand to spread your pussy open for me, I want to see it up close." She was simultaneously ashamed of herself and proud that he wanted to see her pussy as she pulled her lips apart. He looked at it for a good minute or so, and then stood up. "Thank you, Ryane," he whispered, and before she could say anything, he had placed his finger to her lips. She knew what he wanted, and pulled his finger into her mouth. She sucked his finger in and out of her mouth. "I like that, Ryane," he told her while she fellated his finger. "I could see that your mouth was made for sucking cock in your photographs, and it looks even better up close." Ryane was happy, and continued for a moment, but as he pulled his finger out of her sucking mouth, he slapped her across her face. It wasn't a hard slap, but it stung, and it moved her head to the side slightly. "Very slutty, Ryane. Very slutty behavior. Take off the rest of your slut outfit and show me what I told you to get." "Yes, sir," and she was pulling off her bra and then her shoes. She finally stood before him, completely naked, under his gaze, her nipples stiffening in the air conditioning. He played with her nipple piercing for a second. She then walked him over to her bedroom, and she opened the door, and turned on the light. Arranged on her bed were the sexual devices he had told her to purchase. He walked over to them and dispassionately picked them up and discarded them, handcuffs, lubricant, a couple of vibrators. She had also put out her gag, blindfold, and restraints for his inspection, as ordered. "This will work fine, little slut," he turned to her after he was done with his investigation. "I want you to rest your head on the wall, bend over, and spread your ass for me. I want to see if I want to fuck it." But even though she did what he said, he told her that only a filthy slut would buy lubricant so that someone could fuck her asshole. He informed her to keep her ass spread wide and her forehead on the wall as he rained down blows with her hairbrush. She wasn't speaking, or quite crying, and she certainly wasn't going to beg for mercy. She knew there wouldn't be any. But she was making noises, moans and low shrieks. He paused for a second. But it wasn't over. He put one hand on her head, pressing it into the wall, and put the other between her thighs, and with light slaps, indicated that she was to spread her legs wide. Her sobbing meant that she couldn't hear that he had thrown the hairbrush onto her bed, and had pulled off his belt. The belt was for her legs- her sensitive inner thighs, for the most part, although he would also whip her outer leg from time to time. Her ass was currently forgotten about, although there were plenty of red welts from the hairbrush. She found herself forgetting to keep her rear spread from time to time, but he would remind her with a lash of the belt. She didn't know how much more she could take. Tears were now streaming openly down her face. She was considering falling to the ground and begging for mercy, when he again pressed her head into the wall, and threw the belt aside. He moved to her side. Still pressing her against the wall. "You little whore," he hissed into her ear, and then slapped his hand against her wet pussy. Again. "You little bitch whore." Still more- "You little bitch slut," and again his hand against her pussy, and again, always telling her that she was a whore, and a slut. She was sobbing and heaving now. She might have even tried to say the words please and sorry. But he wasn't interested in what she had to say. Finally he stopped. She could hear him breathing heavily in her ear. Then he pulled her by her hair, and shoved her onto her bed. "Face down!" He commanded, and then took first one limp arm and then the other, and fitted her with her restraints to her bedposts. He then did the same thing to her legs, and then lied down beside her, and turned her face towards him. "That wasn't so bad, was it, Ryane?" he asked her, slipping his finger idly into her cunt, and pulling on her clitoris from time to time. "No," she whispered, forgetting the sir, but he let it pass. He kissed her on the lips, and bit her lower lip just a little before pulling back. "I only have to do this because you're a little slut, and sluts need to be punished. That's just the way the world works, slut's pussies make them forgetful and then they do bad things, and then they get punished so that they can remember how to do good things. "Luckily for you, I'm here to help you focus. And for you to begin to focus, I am going to blindfold you and shut your slut mouth so that you can really listen to what I have to say." And with that, she was blindfolded and gagged. As he was pulling the straps of the gag behind her head, he pressed his body into hers. She could feel his erection. He began telling her how this was for her own good, and began dropping bits of the lubricant onto her shoulders, and her back, and her ass. He was rubbing it in as he talked. He was massaging her whole backside, but spent a little extra time rubbing lubricant into her pussy- which didn't need it- and her puckered asshole, which did. His fingers, well lubricated, slid in and out of her anus to make sure it was ready. He told her it was time to put the vibrators that he had told her to get to use, and slid the larger one into her pussy, and turned it on, and then the smaller one into her ass, and turned that one on. He made sure that the little clit vibration attachment was placed where it should be. She was made a lot of noise at first, but soon grew quieter, but not completely quiet. Now he was telling her that she was beautiful, and amazing, and how good it was that she had submitted to her needs and to him. She was unable to reply, but didn't care, the vibrator in her pussy felt so good, and her ass was humming along as well. She had a small orgasm, which went unnoticed by him. She could hardly tell him, although she wanted to. He moved to the front of the bed, and removed her gag, and told her not to speak. He told her to open her mouth, and when she did, he put his hands on both sided of her head and put his cock inside her mouth. She was worried at first, thinking that she might gag, but he began to fuck her mouth with slow, fluid motion. It tasted good to her. Every orifice she had was awake, and being used. She was in heaven. He was telling her how wonderful her mouth felt, and how it was made to suck cock, how that was the best thing she could do with it. She thought he would cum in her mouth, but he didn't. He pulled out, and after the gentle fucking she had just received; the slap to her face was a surprise. He told her she was a slut, and a whore, and she needed time to think about that. He replaced the gag, and turned off the light. He shut the door, and left her there, in the dark, with the vibrators running. And this is the end of part one, Little Slut. What Bad Girls Need Ch. 02 Introduction to Part 2, by Ryane When I read the first chapter I was amazed. I could hear the hairbrush hitting my round bottom and I could feel salty tears running down my face. The excitement I was feeling was delicious. I was so turned on. I got so wet, and then I remembered that only filthy slutty girls let their wetness drip. I delicately cleaned my self with my fingers and then licked my fingers clean. I always enjoy the way I taste. I have been a very bad girl. I always try to listen and adhere to standards, but it is very hard for me. I can only imagine for those of you who are always good, life must be dull. The submission here is not about the strength of the master. It is about the will and the strength of the submissive to want to please. We, as the submissive, have the true power because no matter how "good" we are, we will always end up happily receiving the punishment we want and know that it is well deserved. Willful disobedience is always frowned upon. There are times that it cannot be helped. The feisty and defiant nature of a submissive will shine through. With that, beauty and grace of their submission shines through. It is always the submissive's fault when their dominant ultimately falls. As it should be. We have what our masters want. Every orifice tight and accessible. * Ryane was losing track of how long she was in the dark. At first, the vibrator in her pussy felt great, and she had even had another orgasm, but now it was starting to become uncomfortable. How long was he going to keep her alone, in the dark, with a vibrator in her cunt and asshole? At least the vibrator in her ass wasn't uncomfortable. He had told her to purchase it specifically for insertion there, and had demanded that she begin using it while she masturbated. She would be required to tell him about how she came with her fingers, while the little bullet vibe was buzzing away in her. She had to admit it was a good orgasm. She was used to the little vibrator by now. Her ass was still on fire from the beating with the hairbrush, and her inner thighs were also still throbbing from the belt a little bit, but not as much. Her mind drifted to next Monday at work, she hoped she wasn't going to be too sore while she sat at her desk. She prayed that she wouldn't sit funny, causing her co-workers to ask themselves why Ryane was sitting in such an unusual way. She wondered what his cock looked like- she'd been blindfolded while he had slowly fucked her mouth, resting his belly on her nose and forehead. His stomach was a little hairy, and had tickled her nose a little bit. He'd been gentle, fucking her with strong and smooth motions, taking his time, getting used to the mouth he had at his disposal. It seemed as if he was interested in probing every last bit of her mouth with his cock, investigating it. She wished he would come back in and do that some more. The door opened, and he turned on the lamp by her bed. He wasn't saying anything yet. He ran his fingers lightly over the welts he had caused, and then slowly pulled the vibrator out of her asshole. It slid out easily, with almost a pop at the end, and her muscle spasmed once or twice in the absence of the vibrator that had been in for so long. He slid the vibrator out of her cunt as well. Is he going to fuck me now, she wondered, but instead he was loosening her ankle restraints, and then he moved up to her wrists, and undid those. He removed the gag, but not the blindfold. She could feel his weight as he lay down beside her; she curled up into a ball and turned to face him. Finally he spoke. "That was very good, Ryane," he told her, kissing her lips, and her face. She kissed him back, and tried kissing where she thought he would be as well. "Good discipline. I think you'll make a fine little slut servant. "Come over here," he said gently, and pulled the blindfold off. He led her off the bed, and onto the floor, where he had her rest on her knees. She sat there like that while he unbuttoned his shirt, and put it on the bed. He'd already removed his shoes and socks while drinking wine in her living room and looking over her books. His belt had already been taken off for whipping her; it lay on the floor by the wall. He kept his eyes focused on her the whole time. He slipped his pants and underwear off. Finally, she saw his cock. It was only about halfway erect, and she thought that she knew what to do about that, what he wanted, and she moved forward a little to suck him into her mouth. He liked her mouth, he'd told her. He'd told her the only reason men ever listened to what came out of it was for the chance that she'd put their hard cocks in her mouth, and that she'd suck them off, and swallow their cum. But he stopped her. He reached over and handed her the bottle of lubricant. "Put this onto my cock with your hands. Make me hard with them. Use a lot of lube, slut." She could do this. It didn't take much to get his cock hard. She liked it. She liked the feeling of it slicked up in her hands. She liked the little drop of pre-cum that she was able to coax out of it. "Turn around and put your knees on the towels," he commanded. When did he put those there? He had folded up two of her towels at some point, and she put her knees on them as ordered. "Keep your knees on the towels, and place your head on the floor." She did as ordered. She was completely exposed, but for what? Was he going to whip her again? Or fuck her? He walked over to her, and crouched down after putting one hand on either side of her derriere. He pressed the head of his cock against her anus. So it's going to be my little asshole, she thought. He does seem to really like that. "Let me in, bitch," he was saying. "I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are." She concentrated on relaxing her sphincter, but it acted independently at first, and he slapped her when it tightened, which made it tighten more. She was whimpering, and didn't know if she was whimpering because she was afraid it would hurt or because she wanted to feel his cock in her little asshole as well. Either way, she knew, it was going to get in. It did. At first he put it in about halfway, her sphincter now totally defeated, and moved his cock back and forth in small increments, slowly. She liked that a lot. She let out a gasp, involuntarily. It was then that she knew she was going to cum while he fucked her ass on her floor like a common whore. But then he pushed in further, she could feel his balls pressed up against her empty pussy, and his belly resting on her ass. He was all the way in. He stayed there for a second, relishing his conquest and her submission. His hands were on either side of her, and he crouched there, in no hurry. Ryane was hardly aware of it, but she was still whimpering, and whining, and breathing hard. She didn't know that her stomach was heaving and contracting while she cried out. She wasn't aware of anything except the cock buried deep in her asshole, and how much she wanted it there. "I'm going to fuck your ass hard, Ryane," he told her. "But I want to know that you want me to. I want you to ask me to." "Fuck my ass, please," she moaned from the floor. "Please sir, fuck my ass any way you want to!" "I need to know that you're my little slut. Tell me if you're my little slut, Ryane." "I am, sir. I am your little slut!" And so he began to do as he said he would, and fucked her ass as hard as he could. He pulled out as far as he could, and shoved it back in as far as it would go. His stomach was slapping against her ass. A couple of times his cock fell out, and he would promptly shove it back in. There was no resistance now. He was trying to fuck her as hard as her could, to show her what he could do to her, anytime he wanted. He wasn't being concerned whether or not she liked it. He wanted to establish dominance. But she did like it. She was screaming, and she was crying, and she was cumming. She was cumming very hard. She loved the humiliating position she was in, she loved his cock in her ass, she loved the pain. After a while, there was no pain, there was just orgasm, and submission. "You like this don't you, you little slut?" he was asking her. "You like me drilling your little asshole don't you?" But Ryane was past responding- at least, not intelligently. She had both hands on her floor, gripping the carpeting, the side of her face scraping against it from time to time. Her eyes were open, focused on nothing. And all of a sudden his cock pulled out of her asshole. He rested the length of it on her tiny hole, and exploded with long, hot ropes of cum all over her back. He was saying Oh god, oh god while he came. And then he stood up, and gathered a handful of her hair. He pulled her up to her knees. She was at eye level with his softening cock. She watched dreamily as a long drop of semen fell off of it, and onto the floor. "That's never to happen, Ryane," he said harshly, and he crouched down and started pushing her head down towards the cum on the floor. "Lick it up!" And she found herself, on her knees, doubled over. He grabbed one of her arms so that she couldn't support herself, and pushed her face down towards her carpeting. She reached out her tongue, and licked up his cum. And then another drop fell. And then another. Each of these he demanded she lick up, and each of these she did. She wondered why he didn't just put his cock into her mouth, although she was glad he didn't. She guessed he was just doing it to humiliate her. Finally, he let go of her hair, and stood up. He picked up his wine, and had a sip, while he regarded her. She stayed kneeling on the floor the way he had left her. At last, he spoke. "Get up. We're going in the other room." What did he want now? And this is the end of Part 2, Little Slut. What Bad Girls Need Ch. 03 Introduction to part 3, by Ryane Upon reading the second chapter, I felt exhausted and spent. I had no idea what to expect, I was curious and concerned with what would happen to me. I felt as though I would loose myself in the pain, suffering and humiliation. The animalistic nature of the sex itself is what I often crave. That is not to say that I do not like making love, this just means I like to fuck and be fucked. The unknowing of what will happen next always causes my heart to pound. It is the unknown that makes submission so ethereal. We all submit, at work, to the government, to children, to parents, to a spouse or significant other. But to choose your lover and that lover being able to provide the discipline that you crave is true ecstasy. Nothing equals the rush of being rewarded for adherence. The look in my dominants eyes when I am on my knees pleases me because I am making him happy. I am still his equal in many ways. I will always be the mistress of my home. But his strength lies in my will to obey and submit to his will. * The man who had just punished her, and tied her up, and fucked her ass savagely while she knelt with her head on the floor was leading Ryane out of her bedroom. She followed him in a post orgasmic bliss, her legs and ass still hot from the hairbrush and belt beating. Her lower back was still covered with his cum, and she wondered if any of it was dripping onto her floor. He'd informed her in an email- that's all the contact she'd ever had with him, before tonight- that his cum was never to be anywhere but on her, or inside of her. She'd already forgotten that, and had been forced to lick his semen up from her dirty bedroom floor. But if any was dripping on the floor now, he didn't seem to notice. He led her into her kitchen, and poured a glass of wine for himself, and one for her. She took a grateful sip; he'd not allowed her any so far this evening. She was happy with the results of her Craigslist posting, she was happy with him. He was interesting, and she wondered what else he would force her to do in the future- would he take her out to a bar, and force her to suck someone else's cock in the parking lot, and then punish her for being a whore? Would he bring another woman by, and make Ryane serve the both of them, by making Ryane prepare dinner for the both of them, strictly naked? And then eat the other bitch's cunt and asshole out, and then tie her up, and lubricate his cock, and slip it into the other woman's ass and cunt with her hands? Would he make her watch him fuck another little slut, and clean up after them? He wasn't saying. The two of them sipped their wine in her kitchen in silence. Finally, he looked at her. "You're disgusting, Ryane. Look at you. Sweaty, breathing hard, covered in my cum... I can't believe I put my cock in you. What a bitch you are." She looked down. She didn't know what to say. She thought if she apologized, he would punish her for that. He'd told her he wasn't interested in excuses in an email. Silence was probably the best. He pointed to a spot on her kitchen floor. "I mean, it's just dripping off of you while you stand here and drink wine. You're a disgusting whore. Get down there and clean that up with your whore tongue!" Well, what does he expect would happen, she thought, putting her glass of wine on the counter, and dropping to her knees. She licked up the spot on the floor. "That's enough of that. You're filthy. Get up, and take me to your bathroom." He told her to run the shower, and to make it hot. When it was, he told her to get her slut self into it, and that he would clean the whore out of her. He got into the shower with her. He removed the showerhead from the bracket, and told her to face the wall, and put her hands up on it, and to spread her legs. The last order was accompanied with a couple of light slaps on her welts, and she complied. "You're a nasty little bitch," he told her. "Letting me do that to you. I'm going to get you clean." He ran the showerhead over her hair, and gently smoothed it back with his fingers. The water was run over her neck, and shoulders, moving down to her lower back, where he washed all of his semen off. He moved the water over her backside, where it stung where he had punished her. It felt good to her. Her pussy was wet, and alive, and she wondered when he would do more than slap it. He changed the showerhead to the massage setting, with the thicker streams. He removed her hands from the wall, and placed them on her backside. She guessed he wanted her to spread herself out- he seemed to enjoy making her do that- and she did so. She had guessed correctly, and he placed the jets of water close to her asshole. This made her feel delirious. He moved the water over to her pussy, where it drilled into her inflamed clitoris, and back again. He did this for a few minutes. "This filthy little pussy is mine for fucking now, Ryane," he told her, holding the showerhead to her clit. His free hand descended onto her ass. She gasped, it stung. She was already very sore there. Work on Monday was going to be painful, sitting at her desk, her every move reminding her of her punishment and fucking. "Ryane, I expect you to acknowledge what I tell you. I feel that you aren't paying close enough attention to what I'm telling you." He slapped her ass a couple more times, still holding the water up to her pussy. "This is my pussy for fucking." She moaned, it felt good. "This is your pussy for fucking, sir." "I'll fuck it when I want, and how I want. If it pleases me, I'll show up at your place, and bend you over, and fuck your pussy until I cum, and leave. I won't ask your permission." "No sir. You won't ask me." He moved the showerhead back to her anus, and slapped her again. "Spread yourself out for me more, Ryane. Thank you. This is my ass for fucking, Ryane. No one else fucks this ass but me." "Yes, sir. Only you." "You are a nasty little bitch for making me want to fuck your ass. You're a filthy whore for buying me lubricant so that I can slip my cock into your dirty little hole. You can expect to be punished for making me want to do this to you." "Yes, sir. I'm sorry-" He cut the apology off with another slap, hard, this time. He had said no apologies. He put the showerhead back into its bracket. "That's enough. Turn around." When she did, he leaned up against her, pressing her body into the wall. He put his mouth on hers, and as she kissed him, he put his tongue into her. He took her hands, and held them up against the wall of the shower. He moved his mouth lower, to her breasts. She arched her back for him. He took a nipple into her mouth, and ran his tongue over it. She loved this. She had very sensitive nipples, made more so by piercings. He sucked the little metal bar in and out of his mouth, her nipple along with it. He moved from nipple to nipple. He put her two hands together, and gathered them up with one of his hands, so he could use his free one to stroke her clitoris, and probe her cunt while he rolled her stiff nipples around his mouth. He used the tip of his tongue to flick them. She moaned. He was being gentle, and exploring her- his- sexual parts. Finally, he let her go, and slipped his hand out. He stood up. "Please clean my cock off with your hands and mouth, Ryane. You've made me dirty." She grabbed her body wash, and dropped down. She squirted some onto his penis, and gently massaged it. It was soft, but that was no surprise, she'd felt an enormous amount of ejaculate on her lower back after he had fucked her ass. After she had cleaned him off, and rinsed him, she took him into her mouth, where she hoped to make him erect again, and then maybe he would fuck her pussy. Her wishes were granted. His cock soon became as rigid as the first time. It was no accident; though- she was quite skilled at giving head. She told herself that there was no way anybody wouldn't get hard in her mouth. She knew she had him where she wanted him. He left the shower, and came back with the small bullet vibrator that he had placed in her asshole, as well as the other one he had shoved into her cunt. He told her to wash them off, and to meet him in the bedroom when she had. When she got there, he told her to lie down, and spread her legs. He wanted to taste her pussy. He put his mouth on it, and slid his tongue in. He probed her cunt with it for a minute, investigating, but soon made his way to her engorged clit. His tongue began to lick it up and down, and he would from time to time suck her entire clitoris into his mouth, in and out, in and out. She writhed on the bed. She was gathering up handfuls of her sheets, damp with sweat. He was pressing his hard on into her bed. She came again. She was as happy as she'd ever been. He commanded her to roll over. After she had done so, she again felt drops of lubricant falling onto her anus. She was disappointed. Doesn't this guy fuck pussy? But it was for the bullet vibrator, which he slipped into her ass, and set on the highest setting. He shoved his cock into her cunt, finally. It felt good there, not too long, but thick. He began to fuck her with slow and measured strokes. He put his hands between her shoulder blades, and pushed her down into the bed. His rhythm was deliberate and hypnotic. She moaned, and shut her eyes. She was enjoying the fucking, and glad that she had ordered the little vibrator. That was new to her, having a little vibrator in her ass while getting fucked. After a few minutes of this, it was like a dam had burst. He began to fuck her as hard and as fast as he could. He was pounding her little pussy, while she moaned. She would shriek when he spanked her ass. His testicles were slapping against her. She did not think that she would be able to cum again, but she did. He had kept her in a state of sexual arousal for weeks. She was primed to be as orgasmic as possible, and she came, and came again. He moved his hand from her shoulder to the back of her head. He slipped his cock out of her pussy, and began pulling her towards him. She knew what he wanted, and locked her lips around his cock while he came. She wanted to please him, and swallowed his cum with audible gulps. He was caressing her hair, and telling her that she was so wonderful, so beautiful. She kept his cock in her mouth even after he was done cumming. She kept it there while it softened; she liked his cock in her mouth. The vibrator was still buzzing in her ass. Finally, he pulled out of her mouth. He bent down, and gave her a deep kiss. And this is the end, Little Slut, of our first meeting. More to come. Dear Reader, Please enjoy what has been written. Bring yourself to a great "little death" as you read these passages. My blood flows hot every time I read these words. I flame all the way to my very bone. These words are, after all what happens when you know what makes you happiest in all aspects of life. -Ryane