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Attitude

By: StarsWalkBackward



Riley adored her girlfriend, Katherine. Katie was one of those fiery, intelligent, gorgeous girls that are completely aware of their charm. Usually, she was quite sweet, but for the past week she had been nothing but snarky and disagreeable. Riley didn't know what had gotten into her, but she certainly wasn't going to let it continue. Katie needed an attitude adjustment and Riley was going to be the one to give it to her. 

The two had played at power games before, using it to spice up their sex life on occasion. Tonight was going to be different. It wasn't going to be a little game they played. Riley was going to show Katie what happened when you were a snarky bitch and pushed your girlfriend around all week. Earlier that day, Riley went out and bought two different types of restraints. One set was a pair of leather cuffs that could be attached to the bedposts while the other was a pair of handcuffs made out of thick, black silk rope. She planned on using both to prove her point tonight.

When Katie came home from work, Riley could hear the sound of her heels on the hard wood floor. She had always thought that was a sexy sound and could just envision what she was about to do to her girlfriend.

"Katie, can you come here? We need to talk."

"I just got home. Can you wait until I change? Or at least until I take my shoes off," Katie huffed.

"No. I want to talk to you now. Come here."

Katie walked into the living room where Riley was sitting on the couch. She stood expectantly in front of her with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Riley could feel the annoyance radiating off of her.

"Well, you called me in here. I'm here. What do you want to talk about?"

"That attitude is what I want to talk about. I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you, but you've been a bitch all week. I don't appreciate it and you're going to knock it off right now."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, Riley."

"I'll talk to you how I want. If you don't want to be talked to like this, then maybe you shouldn't be a bitch. You've walked all over me this week and I'm going to show you exactly what that gets you."

"Oh, fuck you, Riley."

"Believe me, babe, you'll get that chance when I'm done with you."

While Katie stood there and tried to comprehend what was about to happen, Riley stood up, grabbed her roughly, and crushed her mouth against hers. As Katie resisted, Riley knotted her fingers in her long, dark hair and bit her lip before pulling away. Gasping, Katie just stared at her with an apprehensive look in her eyes.

"Go to the bedroom. Now."

Obediently, if only somewhat hesitantly, Katie walked to their bedroom and stood in front of the bed. Riley came in behind her and smirked as Katie eyed the restraints on the bed. They were a lot different than the pretty silk scarves they had used before.

"Take off your clothes. Leave on your heels and panties," Riley said commandingly.

Katie did as she was told and stood in front of Riley wearing nothing but her black lace panties and fuck me heels. While she still looked apprehensive, the desire could be seen in her eyes. Stepping closer to her, Riley eyed her appreciatively before reaching out to pinch one of Katie's noticeably hard nipples.

"What the fuck," Katie yelped.

"We're about to play a game. A game where I am going to do whatever I want to you and you're going to take it and like it. You know why you're going to like it? Because you want to be put in your place."

Katie's face reddened, but she said nothing. After a few moments, she hung her head and her dark hair fell into her face. Riley knew that she had already won, but that wasn't going to stop her from having her fun with Katie.

"Get on the bed. Lay on your stomach."

As Katie did what she was told, Riley tied a blindfold around her eyes. Next, she fastened Katie's hands to the bedposts with a leather cuff around each delicate wrist. Stepping back to admire her work, Riley couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her gorgeous girlfriend blindfolded, face down, and bound to their bed. Removing her own clothes, Riley sat on the bed beside her girlfriend and ran the tips of her fingers up the back of her leg and along her inner thigh. Aroused, Katie tried to arch her body against Riley's hand, but Riley quickly pulled away. With a loud smack, she brought her hand down against Katie's ass.

"You will not do that again, Katie. I am in charge. If I want to touch your pussy, I will do so when I'm ready. Until then, you are to lay here and be still. If you don't do what you're told, you will be spanked again. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, master," Katie whispered.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"Yes, master," Katie said more loudly than before.

"Good girl."

Riley then began to trace the curves of her body slowly and softly. Occasionally, she would drag her nails down Katie's back watching her tense up in pleasure and squirm against her restraints. Stretching out beside her, Riley rubbed her breasts against Katie's soft skin before climbing on top of her. Placing one of Katie's legs between her own, Riley rubbed her pussy against her. Then she grabbed a fistful of Katie's hair and used it to turn her face sideways, exposing her neck. Riley began to kiss her back, shoulders, and neck all while rubbing her own pussy up and down Katie's leg.

As Katie's breathing quickened, Riley began to bite and suck harder, leaving dark marks on her pale skin. Riley slipped her hand underneath Katie's stomach and reached down to her pussy where she could feel her wetness soaking through her panties.

"You're so wet. You're loving this. Do you enjoy being face down, pet?"

"Yes! I mean, yes, master."

"You behave so nicely when you know who's in charge. I wish you could see how sexy you look in this position," Riley whispered into her ear.

Katie's response was to grind her hips against Riley's hand and moan. Determined to teach her a lesson, Riley removed her hand and brought it down hard against Katie's ass for a second time leaving her with a glowing red handprint.

"I told you I would touch you when I was ready. You clearly couldn't wait like a good girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls?"

"Th-they get punished."

"That's right, pet. They get punished. It seems to me that you like it since you keep misbehaving."

"I'm sorry, master. I just want you to touch me so bad..."

"Normally, I would be happy to oblige, but you've been a little bitch this week. You'll just have to wait until I think you deserve it."

Tightening her grip on Katie's hair, Riley began to grind her pussy against her. Enjoying every second of it, Riley moved faster and faster knowing that Katie could feel her wetness and do nothing about it. Finally, Riley removed the blindfold and began unfastening the restraints on Katie's wrists. Eagerly, Katie rolled over and tried to sit up, but Riley pushed her back down on the bed and grabbed the rope cuffs off the nightstand. She then looped one end over Katie's wrist and proceeded to slip it around one of the slats in the headboard before securing her other wrist.

"Did you think I was letting you up? I just wanted you to be able to watch me play with myself."

With that, Riley rested her head against Katie's chest and began to play with her own clit. As her breathing sped up, she slid her fingers into her pussy and began to finger herself and tease her nipples. Katie strained to press against her, desperate to touch and be touched. Riley removed her wet fingers from her pussy and slid them up Katie's stomach before stopping to play with her breasts. Just as Katie began to pant, Riley returned her fingers to her own pussy and began to furiously rub her clit. She could feel her orgasm roll through her body as her back arched in pleasure and her toes curled.

Pausing long enough to catch her breath, Riley shoved two fingers into Katie's mouth and began working them in and out.

"Suck them clean, pet."

Katie did as she was told and sucked them clean, bobbing her head up and down excitedly. While Katie sucked on her fingers, Riley used her other hand to rub Katie's clit through her panties. 

"Mmmaster..." Katie moaned around the fingers in her mouth.

"Yes, pet," Riley replied as she removed her fingers from Katie's mouth.

"I know I've been bad this week and I promise it won't happen again. Please let me make it up to you."

"How do you plan on making it up to me?"

"I want to touch you and please you."

"I need more details, pet."

"I want to explore your body with my mouth. And then I want to bury my fingers inside you. I don't want to stop until you're completely satisfied..."

Smirking, Riley climbed on top of Katie and straddled her hips. Then she leaned forward and released Katie's hands from their restraints. As soon as she was free, Katie pulled Riley toward her and began kissing whatever bit of her body that she could reach. Her mouth found Riley's collarbone and then her nipples before she pushed her onto her back. Katie began working her way down Riley's body kissing and nipping at her flesh. Finally, she settled herself between Riley's spread legs and planted a few kisses on her inner thigh. As Riley's legs quivered, Katie leaned in and flicked her tongue against her clit. Katie wanted to take her time, but Riley had other plans and grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed Katie's face into her pussy.

Without hesitating, Katie ate her out like she'd never done before. As Riley's moans grew louder, Katie slipped two fingers into her pussy and began working them in and out as fast as she could while sucking her clit into her mouth. Riley's second orgasm hit hard and left her breathless. She grabbed Katie and pulled her up until their mouths met and kissed her hotly. Their tongues swirled around each other as their hands cupped and squeezed at whatever flesh filled them.

"I think you've earned yourself a reward, pet. Would you like me to touch you?"

Katie's only response was to roll onto her back and spread her legs wide. Riley grabbed her panties and pulled them off of her, exposing Katie's dripping wet pussy. Tauntingly, Riley ran a finger up and down her pussy and played with her wetness. As she watched Katie bite her lip, Riley slipped one finger inside her and began toying with Katie.

"Baby, please. Please just fucking finger me. I can't take this anymore."

All too happy to comply, Riley added two more fingers to Katie's pussy and began pounding them in and out of her. There was no gentleness, only desire as their bodies writhed against each other.

"God, you're so wet. I bet you're ready to cum. Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl," Riley whispered into Katie's ear. 

That was all it took to send Katie over the edge. Her entire body shook from pleasure as her orgasm rocked her entire body. The two collapsed against each other as they tried to get their breathing under control. Katie snuggled up against Riley and they lay wrapped in each other's arms.

"Baby," Katie mumbled.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I've been awful..."

"I think you've made up for it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but if you act that way again you know exactly what's going to happen to you, right?"

Katie nodded and kissed her lips softly before laying her head back down.

"Baby," Katie whispered one more time.

"What is it now, babe? I forgive you."

"It's just that I was thinking. Maybe we could use the restraints again...even if I haven't been a bad girl..." 

Attitude



She was being even more of a smart ass than normal in her text messages back and forth with him all day and he let her get away with warnings until she became outright defiant. He told her he didn't want her going over to her friend's house because she had already agreed to go with him to a work function but she got all pissy and said she was going to go anyways. He would have thought twice about dragging her to the work function if she didn't already commit to it and if was being reasonable about it but she was acting bratty. Little did she know that Friday he was able to get off work early and was waiting for her in her driveway when she got home. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she turned the corner and saw his Jeep sitting in her driveway.

She pulled up beside him and got out of her car slowly as he walked around her car and grabbed her by the arm. His firm hand had such a tight grip on her arm that she gasped with shock as they went inside. Once inside he finally let her go so she could put her belongings down on the counter. He instructed her to strip naked and stand in the corner with her hands on her head and wait for him to return. He went to the bedroom and laid out the strap he kept hanging in her closet for just a situation like this and put two pillows in the middle of the bed. She stood nervously in the corner listening to him rustling around in the bedroom and knew exactly what was going to happen. She hated that dreaded razor strap that he always used to punish her with.

He walked back into the living room grabbing her roughly by the same arm and walked her into the bedroom lecturing her the entire way on her foul mood and telling her there's only one way this is going to end: with her in tears and unable to sit comfortably. He didn't have to tell her what to do, this isn't the first time she found herself in this predicament so she laid down over the pillows on the bed with her butt propped up and waited for the first lash of the strap to fall.

This time he was going to do things a little different. Normally he would wait until her crying had subsided and she gave in to the punishment but this time he had a hourglass. He flipped the 30-minute hourglass over and informed her that when the sand timer finished so did her punishment. She cringed at the thought because she had no idea how long the timer was for. Five minutes? Ten? Maybe even an hour? Her mind was racing at the possibilities that she didn't even have time to compose herself before the first lash of the strap fell right on her sit spot. She cried out with pain grabbing the blankets tightly and bracing herself for the next bite of the strap.

He was taking his time because he knew she wouldn't be able to handle 30 minutes of fast strapping so he waited until she composed herself before bringing the strap back and letting it fall harshly on her backside. She was not as responsive this time since she was ready for the fall of the strap and took it much more quietly. He liked it when she cried out but he liked it when took some lashes quietly too, it gave his ears a break. He brought the strap back again and brought it down over and over until she was covering the blankets with her tears. She looked over at the hourglass, it was already past the halfway point but it still had a way to go.

He slowed down the louder her sobs got until she was sobbing quietly giving in to her punishment and waited for the sand timer to get almost to the end. As the sand timer slowed down he brought the strap down harshly five times in quick succession causing her to cry out. She knew better than to reach back but her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the blanket harder and harder. As he finished with the last strap he sat down on the bed next to her and pulled her into his lap as she cried on his shoulder. This was his favorite part and he knew it was hers as well. She knew the punishment was well earned and apologized through her tears for her attitude. He hugged her tighter to calm her down as her sobs quieted. He held her until all of her tears dried and then laid her back down on the bed, this time laying behind her and holding her tightly as they drifted off to sleep.



Attitude Adjustment



He came home late. Again. He'd had a client dinner where he'd bought one too many bottles of wine and he was still feeling a little buzzed when he walked through the front door. He cursed as he tripped over his daughter's bookbag which had been dropped to the floor just inside the foyer. 

Emily had taken it hard when her mother had died just over a year before and as such Tripp had been trying to go easy on her. It was a hard time for them both. Having to navigate the grief of losing his wife was hard enough, but coupled with a rebellious teenaged daughter going through her own despair made it almost unbearable. 

Tripp never knew what to say or how to talk to her. It didn't help that he'd taken to noticing the way the buttons on her white school blouse strained over her B-cup breasts and the long, toned legs that stuck out from under her plaid, knee length skirt. He hated the cliche of it. His daughter the schoolgirl. The fantasy. It made him feel dirty. But Emily looked so much like her mother that sometimes he couldn't help himself at all. Same reddish brown hair. Same green eyes. His quick temper though; Emily wasn't all Sara. 

The month before Emily had celebrated her eighteenth birthday and, if possible, she'd been even more difficult to live with. Coming and going as she pleased. Staying out all night on school nights, even though he knew the end of the school year was upon them and all the kids were suffering from Senioritis. Always using the excuse, "Well, I'm an adult now. I can do what I want."

Sometimes Tripp really just wanted to turn her over his knee and spank her the way she rightfully deserved. Her attitude was nothing a good walloping couldn't fix. But Sara had never been a fan of that kind of punishment and, besides, Emily was eighteen after all. 

He made his way upstairs, loosening his ties and thinking all he wanted to do was drop into bed. He saw Emily's door cracked open and decided to peek in on his daughter. She was breathing softly in her sleep, the moonlight white on her face. He smiled a little to himself. If only she was always this peaceful. 

As he watched, she sighed and shifted, the covers falling away from her body. He blinked in surprise. She was naked. When had she started sleeping naked? He tried to tear his eyes away but the sight of her creamy breasts and small, blush colored nipples held him captive. 

That's when he smelled it. The faintest wisp of cigarette smoke. He'd put up with a lot to this point, but she knew smoking was forbidden in the house. Rage and lust and wine clouded his head as he threw open the door, letting it bang loudly against the wall and flipped her bedroom light on. 

Emily jerked awake, yanking her bedspread up to cover her naked breasts. 

"What the fuck?" she snapped. 

"Do not cuss at me Emily! Where are the cigarettes?" Tripp growled, pacing around the room. He grabbed her purse off her dresser and began rifling through it. 

Emily started to jump up, but then remembered she was naked. "Dad stop it! That's my purse!" she screeched. "What are you doing?!"

Tripp ignored her as he pulled out a pack of Marlboros and held them up for her to see. "What have I told you about smoking?"

Emily smirked at him. "I'm an adult, remember? It's legal for me to buy cigarettes," she replied with a shrug. "Now, if you'll kindly get out of my room, I'd like to get back to sleep."

White hot rage washed over him. Anger that he hadn't felt in a long time bubbled up. Her constant insolence, the way she never took him seriously, even the fucking bookbag dropped so carelessly on the floor, sent him over an edge he hadn't known he'd been standing on. 

In one stride he'd crossed the room to his daughter's bed. She let out a surprised gasp as he grabbed her elbow and yanked her to her feet, her blankets falling away to reveal her naked body. Her pussy was shaved, he noted and felt the first stirrings of an erection in his suit pants. 

He shook her hard by her arms. "I have had it with your attitude Emily! As long as you are living in this house you will obey me! Do you understand?" he yelled, his face inches from hers. 

Emily's wide, green eyes stared back at him in shock and a little bit of fear. "Yes," she gasped. 

"Yes what?" he growled. 

Emily swallowed, tears welling up in her eyes. "Yes sir," she whispered. 

Her dad never lost his temper on her like this. His grip was like iron on her arms and she could smell the wine on his breath. His grey eyes were hard as freshly forged steel. She felt small and vulnerable in her nakedness. 

Roughly he spun her around. She struggled against his grasp as he took a seat on the edge of her bed and turned her over his knees. "Daddy! What do you think you're doing?!" she cried. "Stop it! No!"

But Tripp ignored her cries. He held her firmly by the back of her neck, forcing her head down and her ass up as his other hand spanked her hard. He watched with satisfaction as a red handprint bloomed on her ivory ass. Emily let out a sharp yelp of surprise and pain. 

"Count," he ordered, spanking her again. 

But Emily continued to struggle on his lap. "Daddy stop it! You can't do this to me! I'm not a child!" she yelled. 

"Really?" Tripp asked mildly, spanking her a third time, this time on the other cheek. "You sure have been acting like it. Leaving your shit everywhere. Talking back to me. Acting like you have no sense of responsibility at all! Your mother and I didn't raise to be like this." He hit her again. "Now count! Or it's going to be so much worse."

His hand came down again and this time Emily cried out, "One!"

Again. "Two!" 

She was crying in earnest now. Her daddy hadn't spanked her since she was a little girl and never this hard. But he had alway made her count. Every blow stung her ass and her pride. She was helpless to overpower him. Her father was a large, strong man standing right at 6'2". He worked out a lot and kept his body in shape. Emily had often noticed women staring at her father. He was good looking, she knew. Thick, chocolate hair just beginning to gray at the temples. Sharp grey eyes. Large, workman's hands covered in calluses from years of working his way to the top. 

She squirmed on his lap as spank number seven made contact with her ass. Was that an erection pressed against her stomach? She couldn't tell for sure but the thought sent shivers down her spine. 

At ten he finally stopped. Both of them sat still, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing. Tears stained the carpet below Emily's head. 

Tripp stared at his daughter's now bright red ass in shock. What had he just done? He couldn't believe he'd lost control like that. 

"Oh god, Emily. I'm so sorry," he whispered, rubbing his hand gently over her ass. She flinched and whimpered at his touch. 

"Please don't hit me any more," she whimpered. 

Tripp continued to rub her ass soothingly. "I won't baby girl. You'll be good from now on?"

Emily nodded weakly, exhausted from the beating. 

Tripp's finger accidently brushed against her pussy as he rubbed her burning cheeks. Wet. 

They both froze, startled at the contact. 

Tripp felt something dark begin to stir in him again. "What's this?" he snarled, wedging his hand between her legs to feel her. She was soaked. 

Emily whimpered and struggled against him. Shame burned her cheeks. What was happening right now? Was this a dream? She was turned on by her daddy spanking her!

"NO!" she cried out as she felt his fingers probing her folds. 

"Don't tell me 'no' in my own house!" Tripp growled, wrapping a hand in her hair and giving it a yank. 

He slid his middle finger through her dripping pussy lips and up to the hard little button of her clit. She struggled to get away as he rubbed it. "Stop! No!" she sobbed. "This isn't right."

"What isn't right is that you're a complete slut! Look at how wet you are from a spanking! I'm your father and you're soaking wet for me. Thats disgusting." Tripp retorted. He yanked her onto the bed by her hair, rolling her over on to her back. 

Emily's face was red and streaked with tears. Her breasts swayed softly with every heavy breath. He yanked her hands above her head and held them firmly by the wrists. She struggled against him. 

Tripp climbed onto the bed over top of her, wedging his knee between her legs to keep them apart. She noticed the bulge in his pants and the lust in his eyes and felt another surge of liquid to pussy. Tripp was right, it was disgusting. Her cunt shouldn't be quivering for her own father's touch. 

"NO!" she repeated, throwing her head from side to side. "This is rape!" This is wrong. I shouldn't want this, Emily thought. She felt desperate, although she wasn't sure if she was desperate for the attack to end or desperate for it to continue. 

Tripp gave her a dark and lazy smile. "Is it?" he asked as he slid a finger into her soaked and obviously willing hole. Emily couldn't help the moan that escaped her. 

"Tell me, how many men have you fucked you dirty whore?" Tripp goaded, his finger pressing deeper. 

Emily struggled weakly, but only succeeded in thrusting her hips up to meet his hand. "Only one Daddy, I swear!"

Tripp nodded, he'd guessed as much by how tight she still was. Her pussy contracted around his finger. He felt his cock throb. "One too many," he told her. Abruptly he pulled his finger out and slapped her pussy. 

Emily cried out, flinching away from him. "Please, I'm begging you to stop! I won't have sex again!"

Tripp chuckled above her. "Oh my dear, sweet Emily. Don't make such silly promises." He leaned forward to kiss her forehead, then her cheek, before putting his lips against her ear. "You're going to have sex again tonight. I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are," he whispered. 

Emily shivered. His words were so cold, yet they sent heat coursing through her. "This is illegal," she said, her conviction weak even to her own ears. 

"You're eighteen. An adult, remember?" Tripp replied. He kissed her collarbone and noted the gooseflesh his touch raised. Her nipples hardening even more. 

Tripp brought his lips to her right breast, his tongue flicking out to swirl around her areola. He kept his eyes on her. Gently he sucked her nipple into his mouth and watched her eyelids flutter and her mouth open in a soft 'O'. His free hand slid back between her legs to her dripping cunt. 

She was so hot and wet. His cock throbbed again, a painful reminder that she was naked and he was still fully clothed in his suit. But he could be patient. Afterall, this was about punishing his wayward daughter. 

"Are you ready to be a good girl?" he asked, sliding his middle and index fingers inside her. 

Emily was overcome with lust. The one time she'd had sex with her ex-boyfriend had been painfully awkward. She hadn't been this wet, this aroused. Her father's voice was soft and hypnotic and she found herself nodding. She watched in fascination as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth. She felt more alive under his touch than ever before. He wasn't pawing at her awkwardly, he was seducing her. 

"Say it," he commanded. 

She swallowed. "I'll be a good girl," she whispered. 

With that, Tripp released her wrists and allowed himself to travel down her stomach. He kissed her hip bones and the soft flesh of her tummy. She whimpered. 

"Spread your legs," he told her. 

She bit her lip nervously but did as he'd asked. She saw the lust wash over her father's face as he took in the sight of her pussy. He ran his hand over it appreciatively before lowering himself between her legs. 

"Have you ever been eaten Emily?" he asked - eyes bearing into hers, his breath hot on her cunt. 

She shivered and shook her head. 

"Good," he replied before slowly sliding his tongue from the top of her asshole all the way to her clit. He swirled his tongue around the hard nub before pulling back. 

"Ooohhh Dadddyyy," she gasped as he did it again, her back arching up off the bed. 

Tripp buried his face in his daughter's pussy. She tasted sweet and tangy and he remembered how much he loved eating a woman's cunt. The wine haze had worn off a while ago and he was aware enough that what was happening was wrong - this was his daughter for fuck's sake - but he'd been without sex for so long and she tasted so good and now she was moaning beneath him, gripping the sheets with her fingers, moving so much that he had to hold her hips still with his hands, that he just couldn't stop. Not until he'd had her. All of her. 

"Oh god Daddy. Please don't stop," she begged. 

He grinned against her folds as he thrust his tongue into her hole. Only a few minutes ago she'd been begging him to stop. He pressed his middle and index finger up into her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. She cried out loudly this time. 

"That's it baby girl. Come for me," he coaxed, moving his fingers in a 'come hither' motion inside her. She gasped once more, her back arched sharply off the bed and then she cried out and began spasming around his fingers. 

After a few moments she collapsed back down onto the bed panting heavily. Emily felt lightheaded and drained. She'd never had such an intense orgasm. Definitely not from another person. So far, she'd only been able to come from masturbation. A few of her ex-boyfriends had fingered her, but never like that. 

"You're not done yet princess. Get on the floor on your knees," her father ordered. 

She was slow to respond until she felt a sharp slap against her sensitive pussy. She cried out in pain and scrambled to the floor. Her father stood up in front of her. His hand cupped her cheek. 

"I thought you were going to be a good girl? I rewarded you. Am I going to have to punish you again?" Tripp asked her gently. She was so beautiful sitting before him, still flushed from her orgasm. 

"No daddy. I'll be good. I promise," she answered earnestly. 

"Unzip my pants and take my cock out."

Emily swallowed and tentatively reached for his zipper. Her hands shook a little as she unbuttoned the top button of his pants, pulled his zipper down, and reached into his boxers. Tripp groaned when her hand found his penis, pulling him lose. 

Emily made a sound somewhere between surprise and despair. "Daddy... it's too big for me..." she whined. 

Tripp felt a surge of pride. He was 9 inches and thick. He'd never had to be shy or awkward in the locker rooms back when he'd been in school. His daughter would look gorgeous with her small, perfect pussy stretched around his pulsing cock. 

He shushed her. "Do as I say and suck it."

She nodded before lowering her face to the base of his shaft. She ran her tongue up along the base, swirled it around the tip of his cock, and then sucked his head into her mouth. He smirked down at her. She may have only had sex once, but she'd definitely had a cock in her mouth enough to know what she was doing. 

He let her take him in as far as she could and pull back at her own pace for a few minutes. Enjoying the sensation of finally having his cock touched, sucked, for the first time since Sara had died. Her little hands held his hips as she sucked him in and out. He brushed her hair back from her face so he could watch his cock disappear in and out of her mouth. Emily moaned around him. The little slut was getting pleasure from this! 

He ground his teeth together. This was for his pleasure, not hers. 

Emily felt his hand in her hair only a second before he yanked her off his cock. The most beautiful cock she'd ever seen. And huge. It made the other cocks she'd sucked look like toothpicks. 

"Ow! What did I do wrong?!" she cried as he half drug her across the carpet. 

"Shut up!" he hissed. He positioned her so that her back was against the bed and his cock was just in front of her face. She was trapped between the two. She stared up at her father's face which was darkened with anger again. 

His hand gripped her chin hard as he told her, "Open wide."

Immediately she did so, partially because of the pain his grip caused. He slammed his cock into her mouth, her head bumping against the side of the mattress. She gagged and coughed around him and he continued forcing himself down her throat. Tears began falling from her eyes as she struggled to get free but he held her so hard she could barely move.

Finally, just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore he pulled out of her mouth. She sputtered and gasped for breath. 

"Good girl," he told her gently. 

A strange relief spread through her. The discomfort had been worth it. She turned her eyes back up to him, watery and uncertain. 

"Again," he said and she opened her mouth again and again he rammed into her so forcefully she thought he was going to damage her throat. This time when he pulled out of her mouth, a trail of spit followed. He stroked her head for a second before repeating his torture. 

This was turning into the most painful and messy blow job Emily had ever given. And the most pleasurable. Her body was already beginning to ache with the need to be touched again. For her daddy to slide a finger inside her and relieve the pressure building in her quivering pussy. 

She'd long ago cast thoughts of right and wrong from her head. About the time he'd started eating her out actually. She'd never felt so much pleasure. All that existed in her world was her daddy, his cock, pain, and a pleasure she'd never known. He'd given her release and now she wanted to please him. Make him proud of his little girl. 

After the fourth time shoving his cock down her throat, Tripp yanked her roughly to her feet, spun her around and bent her over the bed. He rubbed her ass gently. Some of the redness had faded but he could still clearly see a few hand prints. He wedged his hand between her legs to touch her pussy and found it soaked as he'd expected. 

"Spread your legs wide," he ordered. She did so obediently. She moaned as his finger played inside her, swirling around in her juices. But her moan quickly turned to a cry of pain when he unceremoniously thrust his soaked middle finger into her tight, virgin asshole. 

"Not there Daddy! Please not there! It hurts," Emily cried against the mattress. 

"It's supposed to hurt. This is punishment for the last six months. Don't forget that, slut," he sneered as he pulled his finger out to spank her ass again.

Emily trembled with sobs as Tripp lined his cock up with her dripping, waiting cunt. "Try to relax, it'll be easier that way," he told her before gently starting to press into her. His cock was still well lubed from her spit and she was soaked so the first few inches slid in easily enough, but as he went he could tell her pussy was having a hard time stretching to accommodate him. She whimpered and gripped the bed but didn't try to move. About halfway in he stilled and rubbed the small of her back soothingly. 

"You're doing good baby girl. So good," he told her encouragingly. She nodded and he felt her begin to relax. He pulled out slightly before pressing forward again, this time getting a few more inches into her. He felt her tense around him. 

"Shh, you're almost there princess," he said. He was still again. Tripp slid a hand around her narrow waist to rub her clit from the from. She gasped and shivered against his hand. When he pulled away his finger was slick with her juice. "Okay baby girl, all the way this time. Ready?" he asked. 

Emily closed her eyes and nodded. Already she felt like he was tearing her in half. A slow, beautiful tear but painful nonetheless. He was so thick and long and hard inside her, she couldn't imagine how much more would actually fit. 

Suddenly he thrust hard, shoving the last two inches into her pussy as he simultaneously pushed his finger back into her ass. "Nooo!!" she cried, but she knew he wouldn't listen. There was too much sensation. Her pussy was full, his cock bumping against her cervix, and the feel of his finger in her ass was foreign and dirty and... exciting. Emily whimpered into the mattress.




Attitude Adjustment



With his cock and finger lodged deep within her, Tripp slapped her ass hard again. "What did I tell you about tell me 'no' in my own house?"

Her body pulsed and trembled around him. "I'm sorry daddy. It won't happen again," she managed to gasp. 

Slowly Tripp started to move in and out of her. His cock and his finger working her holes. She was so unbelievably tight and responsive that he almost lost control and came after only a few thrusts. But he held back, wanting to make her beg first. 

He removed his finger from her ass so he could hold on to her hips as he started setting a faster rhythm. She moaned beneath him, her hot, wet pussy clenching and unclenching around him. 

"Oh god daddy," she gasped between thrusts. "You feel so good."

And he did. Once she'd gotten used to his size and the feeling of being completely full, Emily found that she enjoyed it. Her body felt like it was no longer her own, but his. His to use. His to give pleasure to or take pleasure from. She didn't know which was happening right now. 

Just as suddenly as he'd started, Tripp stopped and pulled out of her. Emily whimpered. "Daddy please don't stop!" she moaned. 

Tripp rolled her onto the back so he could stare down at the tear stained face of his only daughter. He trailed a hand down her side, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple. 

"Don't stop what princess?"

Emily flexed her hips in answer, her pelvis brushing his cock. "Please..." she whispered. 

Tripp leaned over her, bringing his lips just above hers. "Please what baby girl?" 

Emily's skin burned with sensation. Staring into her daddy's grey eyes, his lips hovering over hers, she realized that he'd has his cock inside her but still hadn't kissed her. She wanted to taste his lips. 

"Please kiss me," she rasped. 

Tripp stared down at his daughter, momentarily shocked at her plea. She looked so sweet and earnest staring up at him with Sara's eyes. A younger, more petite version of Sara. He'd loved his wife with all his heart, but, he realized, he loved Emily more. She was as much Sara as she was him. Emily was apart of his soul. 

Gently he lowered his lips to hers. They were full and soft, the same dusty rose color of her nipples. He coaxed her lips open with his tongue, thrusting in to meet her's as she yielded. Her arms wrapped around him and he felt her fingers slide through his hair. 

Yes, he thought, she was completely his. 

The kiss was more than anything Emily had expected. It was almost heartbreaking in it's perfection. Or maybe that was the adrenaline and hormones making her crazy. Either way, she found herself clinging to her daddy like her life depended on it. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he hoisted her the rest of the way onto the bed.

His hands ran over her body as they kissed. She could feel his cock bumping against her soft mound. Desperately she tried to bring him back inside her but he just kept kissing her, touching her, teasing her. 

She finally broke the kiss, gasping for breath and release. "Daddy, pleaseee," she whimpered. 

"Please what baby?" he asked, kissing the tip of her nose, her brow, her forehead. He didn't want to punish her anymore. He just wanted to love her. But he still wanted to hear her beg for it. 

"Please have sex with me," Emily whined, unused to begging or dirty talk. 

Tripp chuckled above her. His cock was pressing against her clit. She could feel it throbbing. "Try again."

Emily thought hard, trying to figure out what he wanted. "Please slide your cock into my wet cunt and fuck me," she finally moaned, hoping it was the right thing to say. "I need you inside me again," she added. She could feel her need dripping onto the bed. 

Tripp rumbled his response as he positioned himself at her entrance. "You're mine now Emily. No one else is allowed to touch you, to be inside you. Do you understand?"

Emily gasped as the head of his cock slid inside her. He didn't go any further though leaving her pussy pulsing and grasping for him. "Yes!! Yes, I understand. I'm yours daddy, no one else's!" she cried thrusting her hips up, trying to get him to satisfy her. 

Tripp growled as he rammed into her the rest of the way. She yelped in pain as the tip of his cock slammed against her cervix. He held himself still inside her as her pussy adjusted to his sudden intrusion. 

Only after Emily's face softened and her eyes fluttered back open did he begin to move again. Slowly, reverently, he thrust in and out of her. He set a slow, steady rhythm, letting the sensation build for both of them. 

Emily responded to his every movement with one of her own. The pressure was building inside her. Building, building, building. Every thrust made her moan. Every withdrawal made her burn. Tripp was kissing her and touching her. His fingertips left burning trails across her skin. 

She felt him growing bigger inside her. How is that even possible? she wondered absently. But then she couldn't think at all as he rubbed against something inside her that almost sent her over the edge. 

"Ooohhh... goodd... Daaadddyyy," she cried beneath him.

Tripp felt her getting tighter and wetter with every thrust. Neither of them would be lasting much longer. "Fuck, Emily... You're so tight," he gasped. "Come for me princess!"

On cue, her body arched up and he felt her fingernails dig into his back. Her body tightened and pulsed around him just as he grunted his own release, shoving his cock deep insider her. Her tight cunt milked every drop of cum from him.

Emily didn't know if it had been seconds or hours since her orgasm started. All she knew was that when her daddy had ordered her to come, her body had responded and she had shattered around him. When she finally collapsed back onto the bed and opened her eyes, he was smiling down at her. 

"Oh Emily," he crooned. "You were such a good girl." Tripp kissed the top of her head. 

"Did I please you daddy?" she asked timidly. 

Tripp smiled warmly down at her. "Very much so princess. You took all of my cum." He eased his softening cock out of her and immediately pressed two fingers to her sensitive opening. He scooped up some of his sperm and brought it to her lips. "See?" He said, showing her his cream covered fingers. "Now taste it baby."

She gently sucked his fingers clean. 

"Taste good?"

She smiled shyly at him and nodded. "It tasted like us."

Tripp rolled onto to his back and pulled her against him. For a few minutes neither of them spoke until finally Tripp said, "Things are going to be different around here from now on."

Emily nodded against him. "Yes sir."

"No more attitude. No more spending school nights out all night. You will clean up behind yourself. Next time I won't go so easy on you. Understand?"

"Yes daddy," Emily whispered. She paused. "Do I have to misbehave if I want to do this again?" she questioned softly. 

Tripp tightened his grip on her. "No princess. From now on, you sleep with me. Okay?"

Emily's heart felt like it was going to burst with happiness as she nodded against his chest. "Yes daddy. That is okay with me. I love you!"

Tripp kissed the top of his daughter's head. "I love you too baby girl. I always will."

And then they both fell fast asleep.



Attitude Adjustment



Finally, a break in what was turning out to be one of the worst days of my life so far. And it was only lunchtime. I had no idea how I was going to make it through the rest of the day.

I was sitting on a bench, watching the big beautiful boats bobbing on the water in the sun, hoping it would calm my frazzled nerves and ease the bitchy headache that was clamped down on my brain. Car trouble, man trouble, family trouble, money trouble – it all seemed to be piling up on me and I was ready to choke someone! I scowled and glared, sipping my coffee, lost in thought when someone sat down next to me with a happy "Hello there!" Oh no. It was the tennis instructor from our local yacht club, looking mellow, together and way to cheery for my current dark mood. I managed a smile that felt more like a grimace and went back to scowling at the harbor. I knew him from the club but couldn't say I knew him well. We had spoken several times, but that was all. Everybody who knew him liked him. He was such a nice man, always pleasant and courteous, and I knew it would be difficult to be civilized even to him, that's how bitchy I was. He was the kind of guy you wanted to bring home to mom and dad. He didn't drink, smoke, do drugs, or break the law. He was handsome, in great shape, mild-mannered, endlessly patient with his students at the club and just an all-around wonderful person. Why was he sitting here next to me right now?

After a few minutes passed, he cleared his throat and then waited until I looked up. "Bad day?" he asked gently.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you, and I'm not going to tell you, so let's just leave it at that" was my grumbled response. I was hoping it was sufficiently crabby enough to deter him from any more attempts at conversation. I was feeling much to hostile to chat.

"Fair enough" says Mr. Nice Guy. We sat for a few more minutes in silence, then he asks me, "How about if we walk? No talking, just a walk. It always clears my head to walk in the ocean air and I was just thinking about taking one. What do you say? Want to? It can't hurt, right?"

"Whatever" I grumped. We got up and started down to the shoreline. It was early afternoon and still warm, with people on the beach walking and playing catch and laughing. I wanted to slug them all. I stomped, he strolled and soon we put some distance between us and all of the carefree beach dwellers. We ambled along, not quite walking together, each of us wandering our own paths, me lost in thought and him, enjoying the day. I stopped and sat to remove my shoes – they were full of sand and quickly becoming another thing that was irritating me. As I stood and looked for him, I caught a glimpse of him up near the sea wall that separates the ocean from the street. He appeared to be looking for shells or something up in the big boulders that pile up along the end of the sand. I was starting to walk away again when he called out to me. " Come here! Look at this! I have to show you something that will make your day better". I heaved an annoyed sigh and wandered over to where he had been, preparing to admire the wonderful shell or whatever it was he had found.

And then he grabbed me. I was starting around the side of the boulder and he snagged my arm and yanked me towards him, scaring the hell out of me. He caught my shocked face with both of his hands and kissed me hard, right on the mouth. I pulled back to stare at him and he did it again, this time a little longer, with his tongue driving hard to get between my lips. My first thought was to slap him, and as if he read my mind, he dropped his hands down to my wrists and pinned me up against the huge rock, never breaking the kiss. I was really getting mad – the nerve of this jerk! He pressed me to the side of the rock with his lean body and I could feel every ripple of his well-muscled frame. 

Despite the fact that I wanted to slap him, I felt an involuntary burst of heat go right to my crotch. For a moment, I kissed him back. My anger took over and I tried to push him away. No deal – he was strong! He pinned me from head to toe with his body and crushed my mouth with his. I was getting so turned on, in spite of my anger! I stopped trying to fight him and ground my hips up to his. I could feel his arousal rock hard against me, and the heat in my pussy went up a few more degrees. We kissed like savages, devouring each other, then I felt him undo the button and zipper of my shorts, seeking the source of all the heat. I groaned as he found it and he bit my lower lip hard as if to silence me. I grabbed for his waist, looking for buttons, zippers, anything, I wanted him, right then, instantly. I couldn't believe this was mild-mannered tennis guy, pinning me against the rocks and plunging a finger into my love hole. I was so incredibly worked up. 

The hot sun beat down on us and we were starting to sweat. He stopped his mission in my shorts, glared at me just a moment and then pulled my t-shirt off in one fast tug. It was broad daylight and if anybody happened to look at the right angle, they'd be able to see everything that was going on. I started to protest – we'd gone far enough – but he shut me down with a finger to my lips and a stern "Don't say a word. Nothing. Got it?" I just stared, shocked. He dove into me again with a hot kiss, yanking down my shorts while our tongues wrestled. I was slick with sweat, my breasts damp and my spine starting to trickle. He drove a hand into my bra and pulled it way up, exposing my firm breasts capped with flushed, taut nipples. 

His lips clamped hard around the right one, adding more heat, tasting my salty flesh. He drew it deeply into his mouth, sucking hard, sending shocks throughout my body. His hand went to the left side and grabbed the other, pinching forcefully and rolling it in his fingers. I was barely able to keep my feet under me. I started to slide down, down towards the sand and he stopped. He just said simply "Don't – stand still". His hand went down to his shorts. He dropped them to his ankles with one quick movement and leaned back into me, pinning me once again. His rock hard cock was now hot against me, throbbing and ready. I was soaked and wanting it so badly, I could barely keep from begging for it. He put his hands on my shoulders now and pushed me, directing me downward. Once on my knees, he thrust his hard shaft into my face. 

"Suck my cock," he commanded and I was only too happy to oblige him. I took him in greedily, all at once, and sunk all ten fingernails into his ass cheeks as hard as I could. His turn to let loose a moan as I tortured his member with my mouth. His fists were in my hair, slamming my face into him. I gave it my everything, tongue going wild on the tip of his hard dick, lips wrapped tight around the shaft, nails gouging into his butt, trying to hurt him. I felt his balls and thighs start to tense, and knew he was almost there. I sucked him hard and suddenly he pulled away. He grabbed his cock in his hand and shot his hot load on my neck and breasts, milking every last drop onto my hot skin. His breathing was hard and raspy as he pulled me back up to him, hands still fisted in my hair. 

He grabbed my hands and placed them on my own breasts, rubbing them through the hot cum. I rubbed it into my tits, loving it's hot slippery feeling. He yanked off his shirt and reached around to get rid of my bra for good. I was too hot now to care if anyone could see us there behind the rocks. He pressed his chest against mine, our sweat mingling with his juice. His hard hairy chest slid deliciously over my raw nipples and made them throb. We kissed again, hot and hard and angry, punishing each other with our mouths. He kissed my neck, then starting biting and kissing his way to my breasts. Little nibbles, hot licks and a hard bite here and there. I was going to explode. He went at my nipples again with a vengeance, sucking them hard and clamping his teeth down just the right way. 

He dropped to his knees and plunged his tongue into my hole, shocking my senses. I bucked against his mouth, wanting it so badly, needing release. He tortured my clit with his hot tongue, clamping lips down hard and sucking it right into his teeth. Gentle bites, tongue teasing and I was heading over the edge. When I was sure I couldn't get any hotter and my orgasm was just about there, he stopped. I groaned loudly, protesting. Very, very slowly, he started to lick my clit just the tiniest bit. I felt a finger sneak into my dripping wetness, then two, going just as slow as his tongue. 

It was the sweetest agony I had ever felt. His tongue bared down, more pressure now and I could it feel it coming on again. I started to tremble and buck my hips into his face, riding into a powerful climax, when he plunged one of those wet fingers into my ass. Very suddenly and all the way in. I yelled out loud and then came with a fury. My pussy and my ass were clenching and throbbing, I was coming so hard and still he wouldn't stop. His tongue kept on torturing my clit, his finger was hot and wet in my ass. I lost my legs and slid to the ground, breaking the contact finally so I could breathe. I was shaking and shocked, kneeling there, stunned by what I had just experienced. 

His hands on my face again, kissing me hard. We are hot and soaked with sweat, here in the afternoon sun. His hands go again to my shoulders and in one move, he spins me and gives me a push forward to drop me onto my hands as well as my knees. I can feel his nails scratch their way down my slick back to my butt. His cock is rock hard again and I can feel it against me. Without warning, he plunges it in, driving me hard. I have barely recovered from before and he is rocking me again, taking what he wants from me. 

The sun is so strong in the afternoon, making all things hotter. Sand burns my hands and knees, his hard shaft sets it own path of fire in my pussy. I cried out for him to stop – I could hardly catch my breath. He only drove it in harder, then landed a firm slap on my ass. The sweat, the sting of the slap, his hot dick savaging my needing pussy, it was all too much. His voice came from behind me low and hard. "You like that? You want it again? You like my cock? You want it?" Here!" And he slammed me again with such force, I could feel my orgasm starting to build, coming on hard. He drilled me feverishly and began spanking my ass, hard, the strike of his palm sounding so loud in the hot afternoon. I cried out again, this time in pleasure. The most intense orgasm of my life was ripping through my body and now he was moaning too. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled, drawing my head back. I felt his hard member throb as he filled me with his seed, pumping and grinding his hips into my ass and drenching my tightening pussy with his hot cum.

He lay his face on my back for a moment, catching his breath. He withdrew from me and then stood. I shakily tried to get to my feet, not having much luck until he reached down to give me a hand. He pulled me up and we stood there, sweaty and raw, breathing hard, looking at each other. I was shocked. I never in a million years would have expected him to be so hard and aggressive. I loved every minute of it. He pulled on his sensible white tennis shorts and his crisp white shirt while I fumbled with my clothes. He helped me get dressed, gave me the sweetest softest kiss on my cheek and asked me "Is your day getting any better?" 

I could only smile, still too shocked for words. He was back to being the pleasant, mild-mannered tennis instructor. He took my hand and led me back out onto the beach. I collected my shoes and we headed back. We didn't speak, just occasionally exchanged a look or a smile. There have been bad days since then, but I will always remember that particular one. My best worst day, made right by an afternoon in the sun. When I see him at the club, it is as if nothing ever happened, at least until he gives that sly smile. I know his secret side now. I hope to experience it again soon – my own personal attitude adjustment.



Attitude Adjustment



Mike's life was miserable, he was 18 and lived at home with his parents and his sister. He got along with his parents, but not with his sister. She was 20 years old and attended the local, State University. She walked around with that superior older sister attitude. She loved to get Mike in trouble. When his parents punished him, she loved it. She would snicker and say, "What's wrong squirt? No hot dates this week." Her sarcasm hurt, and she knew it.

Mike and Trisha got out of school at least two hours before Mom or Dad arrived home. One Friday Trisha found the porno magazines Mike had hidden under the bathroom rug and showed them to their parents. She did it again, she got him in trouble. His parents yelled at him and grounded him for the weekend. When his parents left the room Trisha said, " little dick the virgin can't whack off this weekend." She giggled and went to her room. Mike had all weekend to think about her remark. 

This was the cause of Mike's misery, try as he might, he was unable to score with the girls. He was able to hold his own when he talked with people, but lost his voice when he talked to girls. He had average looks, and a good build. He was average but shy. He grew more depressed; he needed some pussy. He went to his room to think things out.

Sunday evening Mike answered the doorbell; it was his sister's friend. He let her in and told her where his sister was. She hurried upstairs to see Trisha. His cock stiffened as he watched her. The smell and her sweet ass got to him. His cock ached for something besides his right hand but there was nothing he could do about it. Trisha and her friend came downstairs and went outside, both of them were laughing. He knew Trisha told her about the "books." Trisha had it made, good looks, a great body, a nice car, and a good job. She worked in the super market as a cashier, with her looks all the middle-aged guys came through her line. It's not fair; some people have all the luck.

Mike picked up his dad's video camera and went outside to get some air, and sort things out. He used the camera before, taping his sister and her friends lying out by the pool to get a tan. He started walking around taping the neighborhood. He saw Trisha's car parked by the community pool. He hid behind a tree and watched. He heard loud music and saw a group of girls drinking beer and laughing. Trisha; had a beer in her hand. Time to use the camera. He zoomed in just as Trisha started to guzzle down her beer. He taped for about ten minutes. Finally she headed for her car, and took off by herself. She drove off bobbing her head up and down to the music." Drinking and driving" he though, wait till I show this tape to mom and dad, they'll take her car keys away. Now! Some sweet revenge for all that she had done to him. He filmed until her car was out of sight.

He headed home; he couldn't wait to get his superior older sister in trouble. As he crossed the street, he heard loud music and saw Trisha's car speeding his way. He started to tape; she was flying, doing between 50 and 60 mph. He knew she was going to be in trouble, he heard a noise as a dog ran into the street. His half drunk sister slammed on the brakes, to late, she hit the dog. She quickly realized what she had done; she panicked and sped away, and was soon out of sight. Mr. Owens, who lived down the street ran out to the dog, it was his dog. Mike ran home, no one had seen him.

He went straight to his room this was incredible. His bitch sister had committed a felony. A hit and run, while under the influence of alcohol and he had it all down on tape. He could get her in a lot of trouble it would serve her right. He watched the tape and made copies before going to bed.

The next day the neighborhood was buzzing with stories about Mr. Owens dog being killed by a hit and run driver. No one saw the car or knew who the driver was, however the police were investigating but at this time, it didn't look good unless some new evidence showed up. When he got home from school, he saw that Trisha had cleaned her car it was spotless. Little did she know she couldn't cover the accident up?

He went to his room, and called Trisha to come up. She walked into his room looking upset and asked what he wanted. He shut the door and turned on the VCR and played the tape. After she saw the accident Trisha turned off the tape and demanded to know where he got it. He told her the whole story and that he had extra tapes hidden. She sat silent for a few minutes, a blank look on her face.

Mike was excited; a feeling of power came over him. He told her he was going out, "so would you please clean my room for me and since you're a smart college girl do my home work for me too please." He gave her his homework list and textbooks. "Oh by the way, can you loan me twenty five dollars?" she handed him a twenty and a ten. "That will do he said and left. She yelled after him, "if you think I'm your damn maid and your bank, your crazy!" he laughed and walked out of the house.

Mike walked around the neighborhood; he saw some kids hanging out by the Pool. He felt a sense of power, he knew Trisha was looking everywhere for the tapes, but she would never find them. He had hidden them in different places. He saw Kelly Brown Walking towards him, he felt very confident, and he asked her walk around the neighborhood with him, she said ok. 

They walked around. Kelly walked close to him he held her hand. He felt a warm rush come over him; he felt the urge to touch her Tits, he'd never touched any before, he slowly reached over and grabbed the closest one, They weren't that big but they were real ones. He held it for a second before Kelly slapped Him and walked away. 

Mike walked home depressed, he didn't understand what he was doing wrong. He was frustrated, he went to his room, and found it neat and clean, also his homework was neatly setting on his desk. Mike wanted to thank Trisha but it was late and he wanted to think about his next move.

Mike was unusually excited when he arrived home from school the next day. He went to his room, dropped off his book bag; he saw the video camera, grabbed it and went to thank Trisha. Trisha was in her room studying, Mike entered her room and closed the door.

Her room was neat and clean as usual, like her life everything was neatly in place, until now. She was lying on her bed, asleep. Mike stared at the awesome view she presented; she only had on a tee shirt and panties. Trisha's arms were at her side, her tits stood out, her nipples visible through her tee shirt, one leg was straight, the other angled outwards with her foot pulled up making her plump panty covered mound clearly visible. Mike's cock was getting hard, he felt the same warm rush he felt last night with Kelly. He always liked to look at any girl's breast, but Trisha's were outstanding. He never thought of her as a piece of ass before, but the sensual view she presented, had his cock rigid. He knew he had to stick his Dick into his sisters inviting cunt he had to fuck her.

Mike started to video her; he was able to zoom in for a close up of her panty-covered mound. After five minutes of video taping Mike sat the camera on her dresser. He couldn't hold back any longer. He adjusted the lens for wide angle, and approached the bed. He placed his hand lightly on her thigh; it was soft and warm to his touch. He slowly started to move his fingers up her thigh, and his cock became very hard. He smiled at the camera and placed his other hand on her breast. She stirred and opened her eyes; she saw him.

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" She asked. He told her he wanted to thank her for doing his homework and cleaning his room. The whole time he talked he couldn't stop looking at her tits. Trisha noticed his stare and saw the bulge in his pants. "Get out of here" she said. Mike kept staring at her marvelous tits pushing against her tee shirt. He reached out to touch them, but Trisha grabbed his hand. He gave her a nasty look and said, "Remember Trisha!" 

She gave him a pleading look and let go of his hand. He put a hand on each tit and allowed his fingers to explore her luscious tits. Oh the thrills, the ecstasy of her tits. He yanked on her tee shirt, he pulled it down, and it ripped. Her two lusciously, firm tits were his to behold. They looked better then any he had seen in playboy. Mike looked at her. She gave him a pleading look. He squeezed and rubbed and squeezed some more. He put his mouth on them and sucked and worked his tongue around her nipples. His cock was throbbing.

"Please stop Mike," she pleaded.

He told her to get her clothes off now! Trisha hesitated but complied. Mike couldn't believe his good luck. He watched as she pulled her panties off. "What a sight!" Mike quickly pulled his clothes off. He touched her pussy and started to rub her plump pussy lips. He parted her pussy lips with his finger and pushed his finger inside her.

"No, stop!" She pleaded. 

Shut up! He growled, or everybody will find out the truth about you. He made her get on the floor on her Knees while he sat on the edge of the bed facing her. "Now it's my turn," "Suck my cock real good, if you don't give me a good blow job you'll regret it." "Now suck it hard and deep," he commanded. She put her mouth around his cock and bobbed her head up and down. "With feelings!" he said. She worked it with her tongue and throat, while she jerked it with one hand and rubbed his balls with the other. Oh boy! She was actually doing it, and did it ever feel good, he face fucked his sister, he could tell she had experience-sucking cock.

Mike was ready to cum. He made her stop and get back on the bed. He got on top of her and spread her legs. He put his cock against her pussy lips. "No!" "Mike please doesn't," she pleaded." "My boy friend is the only one to ever do it," she said. "Your boy friend is going to learn what it means to share." "Little dick the virgin is going to pound the mound," he laughed. He pushed his stiff cock right into her warm cunt. Her saliva helped his cock slide deeply into her hot, tight cunt; he began to furiously pump into her. Trisha kept her head turned away, starring at the wall with a blank look in her eyes, like she didn't want to see her cunt being ravaged by her brother, this was the most demoralizing, demeaning experience of her life. 

Mike just closed his eyes; he let his cock explore the wonders of her cunt. He squeezed her tits. Her cunt was like a warm velvet glove clutching his cock. He squeezed her tits and continued to furiously pound her cunt. He didn't know or care if she enjoyed it (he was slipping the meat to her). She was humbled she realized that she belonged to him. Mike continued to squeeze her tits and pound her cunt. He was going to shoot his load in his sister's hot cunt. He had an orgasm that he would remember the rest of his life, as the best load he ever shot into any cunt. 

"We're going to get to know each other much better," he said. He got up and walked back towards his room, grabbing the camera on his way out. "Thanks I needed that," he shouted. "I'll be back for more!" 

Trisha cried because of the unfortunate position she found herself in, she only did it with her boy friend twice. She had always been in control. Never did she think, that against her wishes she would experience her brothers unwanted throbbing cock pushing in and out of her cunt until the throbbing invader exploded, filling her cunt with semen. Maybe like a bad dream it would go away, and tomorrow would bring a new and better day. Mike was astonished at his good fortune; it was unbelievable how easily she spread her legs and let him fuck her. She hesitated at first, but Trisha did drop her panties for him. She did give him a great blowjob. She protested, but actually lets him spread her legs and get some pussy. 

Unknown to her, he taped the event. Mike hit rewind on the camera. As he reviewed the tape his cock got hard. It showed sharp, clear images of her lying on the bed. Her legs slightly spread giving a good view of her pussy. No one would ever know she was asleep and unaware of the taping. Mike had to make copies; these tapes had substantial value, in more ways then one. Little dick the virgin huh? Well she can't say that to him any more. Thanks to his good luck she was the one that made him a non-virgin. Another big one for Mike.

Mike continued to review the tape; he was pleased with his performance. He did fuck Trisha, Oh Yah! She protested, she didn't want him to, but because he was smarter then her like it or not she got fucked. He still wasn't satisfied, she needed to be humiliated and hammered on just like she did to him. The more he reflected on how she treated him, the more he wanted to make her pay. Tomorrow was their parent's night out, they wouldn't be home until midnight, and Mike planned to explore the limits of his new found power over Trisha.

The next day Mike talked to his classmates in gym and lunch, he was able to recruit 10 boys willing to pay $50.00 to get laid for the first time. After school they gathered in the school parking lot, most of them didn't know his sister, they knew she was 18 and Mike might be able to persuade her to give up some pussy. Mike was in charge of the program; anyone who didn't follow his orders was out. He explained what they should expect for their money, first, a chance to check out her goodies, second, a great blow job and third, fuck fest time, he would video tape the action for another $25.00 a person. They left for Mike's house; they had 45 minutes to get everything ready for Trisha's gangbang before she came home.

Once in the house, they moved the living room furniture out of the way, they placed cushions on the floor, so they could place her ass in various positions, and they wanted as much floor area available as possible. Mike started the VCR, they saw Mike's hot sister, Trisha lying on her bed, and their dicks got harder as the camera surveyed her body. When it zoomed in on her plump panty cover cunt, they all grabbed their cocks. They stood, mesmerized, watching in disbelieve as she worked on Mike's hard cock with her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. Their rock hard cocks took control; they were going to fuck that fantastic cunt. She was better then they expected. She would be a welcome present under their Christmas trees anytime. They were ready.

Trisha drove home believing yesterday was just some fluke; everything would be back to normal today. She didn't plan on saying anything to Mike about yesterday; she was going to act like nothing happened. Trisha pulled up in front of the house, completely unaware she was being watched from inside the house. She walked up the driveway, her hair was pulled up, in a high ponytail, like Genie from the TV show, she looked very much like the preppie she was. Mike and the other boys listened as she opened the door; they held their breath. The door closed, and Trisha walked into the living room, they all exhaled, it was Show Time!

Trisha was bewildered, why was the furniture moved? Who were all these boys? Mike! Explain what's going on here? She asked. Mike looked at her; he looked at all the boy's, "YAH! Sure, Trisha, we're waiting for you to show us what you got, like take it off, take it all off, and show us what you got." "What! Mike, please!" "Don't make me do this, not in front of all them." "Do it shouted Mike, strip or I'd tell what you did." Feeling like she had no choice Trisha unsnapped her skirt and let it fall to her feet, next she pulled her sweater off. Trisha stood before them in panties and bra, as she removed her bra the boy's eyes opened wide. Their mouths hung open when her panties came off. Trisha tried to maintain some level of modesty, but Mike ordered her to turn around with a laugh. She stood naked before them; she had a nice body; big firm tits, a lovely heart shaped ass, small waist, hairy pussy and great legs. Mike enjoyed the sight of his sister, standing naked and ashamed, in front of ten leering boys.

"Dance around," Mike ordered, "shake the goodies for us show us what you got!" Trisha whimpered, but began to slowly and reluctantly, move, she finally got with the program, and pranced about the room, shaking her tits and wiggling her ass. She knew how to shake the goodies, all the boys had hard on's, anticipating the fun ahead. "Ok Trisha on the floor," ordered Mike "lay down and spread your legs, let's see your cunt." Trisha was about to say something when, Mike cut her off, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, OR I'LL SHOVE MY DICK IN YOUR MOUTH." He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her on the floor, now spread em wide.

Trisha spread her legs wide and held them apart. Her hairy cunt was boldly displayed; her cunt and asshole were exposed. The boys gawked at her pussy; it was a first time thrill seeing their first view of pussy spread out like this.

Mike ordered her to spread her cunt lips apart, so everybody could see her fuck hole.

The boys made rude remarks while they inspected her most intimate area. "Wooeee!" Said Dan, "look at the fuck hole on her." Trisha gasped and cried out as Mike stuck his middle finger in her cunt and began sliding it in and out. He pulled his finger out; they were all stroking their hard cocks.

Mike told her to start sucking his cock. Trisha gave an excelent performance, sucking and stroking his stiff dick. Dan began to finger fuck her, while Jamie moved around taking a video while her legs were held apart. 

Shamelessly Trisha sucked Mikes throbbing cock, she sucked like a pro. Mike grabbed her hair, and pulled her face against his groin, you could see her throat expand as he forced his cock down her throat. The boy's applauded her obvious cock sucking talents. 

Mike was face fucking her harder. He held her face tightly against his groin, as he shot his load in her throat. Trisha tried to swallow it but there was too much, some of his cum leaked out the corners of her mouth, as she tried to breath. As soon as Mike pulled his dick from her mouth Dan took his place, "BLOW ME, YOU HORNY BITCH," he shouted, as he rammed his cock down her throat. Trisha resigned herself to this debasement she sucked without hesitation. Dan face fucked her faster and faster he began to grunt. Trisha's throat began to spasm as she swallowed her second load of hot cum.

"Let's fuck her now!" said Jamie. "I want to shot my load in her hot cunt." "How about it, Trisha?" Mike asked. "Is your cunt ready for some hard fucking?" "We're going to fuck you, Trisha." This got her attention very fast. "Are you ready for it?" Mike taunted. "Please Mike," Trisha pleaded. "You know all of us are going to fuck you, Trisha?" Mike added.

"Yes, I know" She replied.

"Well, boys! It's our lucky day Mike shouted; she's ready to fuck all of us."

"Me first!" yelled Jamie, pushing Mike out of the way and getting between Trisha's wide spread legs. "Wow look at her cunt now! Is she ready or what?" All eyes were on Jamie's stiff dick as he positioned himself against her tight red, glistening cunt hole and eased his cock into her. They had never seen a girl get fucked before. "Look he's doing it, his dick is going into her cunt, Wow! Look at him go," they shouted as they watched Jamie's cock slide into her.

"OH!" Trisha squealed as Jamie's swollen cock penetrated her hole and slid all the way in. "Ohhhhhhh!" Jamie was balls deep in her hot cunt, her cunt lips stretched around Jamie's thick cock and clung to it as he pumped in and out of her hot cunt, his ball's slapped against her upturned ass. Trisha quickly realized that they were all avidly watching her ravishment; she turned her head away in shame. Mike started offering encouragement. " That's it! Stuff that cock in her, fuck her!" the rest joined in, urging Jamie on. All this was being video taped.

Jamie was pumping her hard, his balls slapped wetly against her ass. It made their dicks throb to see her flat on her back; legs spread wide getting a cock shoved in her cunt. Jamie pumped her cunt, pounding into her harder and faster, giving her the full length of his stiff cock with each stroke. Her cunt began to make wet noises as Jamie fucked her at a furious pace. Suddenly he groaned and shot his load deep into her cunt.




Attitude Adjustment



After Jamie pulled his cock out of her cunt they all gathered around for a good look at her freshly fucked cunt. The hair around her slit was wet and matted down and her hole lewdly gaped open exposing the spasming walls of her fuck tube. Okay who's next Mike asked, I am!" said Rob, he slapped her on the ass and told her to get up on all fours; I'm taking you doggie style. Cunts like you need dog fuckin. Rob knelt behind her and slid his hard cock into her well-lubed cunt in one push. He began pounding her, oh man!" her cunt is really hot, as he pounded her, her cunt was making sucking noise again. After pounding her for about 15 minutes, he groaned and pumped another load into her cunt.

As soon as Rob finished and pulled his cock out, Matt took his place and Trisha got the shit fucked out of her for the third time tonight. Her cunt was so full of cum it was making wet noises. Matt deposited the latest load in her cunt. Paul quickly took Matt's place, his hard cock slid right into her wet cunt. After a couple plunges he pulled out, and said, "her cunts to wet for me, I'm going to fuck her in the ass." "Oh, No! Not they're," Trisha, pleaded. The boys held her tight, so that her asshole was accessible; Paul rubbed his stiff cock against her puckered opening, and slowly pushed his wet cock into her virgin anal cavity. Trisha moaned, bucked, and twisted, trying to get away from the terrible pain Paul was causing her. Paul went all the way into her tight chute; he pulled back and lunged into her ass again and again, until he shot his load deep in her bowls. While Paul ass fucked her, Charles grabbed her hair pulled her head up and shoved his cock in her mouth. Trisha went crazy, her first, two-way, she was frantic; the cock in her mouth was being pushed down her throat. She struggled but was impelled front and back, over and over again.

After 6 hours of continuously fucking her, the boys were temporarily satisfied. They had fucked her everyway they could think of, they all had her mouth and pussy at least once. Trisha was sore and exhausted; she knew tomorrow, everybody in school would know the boys fucked her. 

They talked about joining up with Mike and breaking in their sisters too. Dan said it all, "What the hell, sisters have pussies, why not cock em', and enjoy their pussies and make some money. They all agreed there were possibilities. Dan said, let's have the next meeting at my house; we can start talking about my pain in the ass sister. 

"How about Tyron's sisters?" Jamie added. "Maybe a little black meat is just what we need." "Black guy's love white girls fat or ugly, it doesn't matter; just so they're white." "We need to try out black meat." "Let's talk to Tyron, he'd do anything for pussy, and particularly white pussy and we have some white pussy." As they parted they all agreed that Trisha would be the half time entertainment at home games on Friday night football games.

The next day, Mike and Dan talked to Tyron about an opportunity for him to get some pussy from a white girl. They had his interest; he said he would do anything to get some pussy, even if he had to rape the bitch. Mike explained the deal, as; "your sister for my sister, you help us fuck your sister and we'll make sure you fuck mine." Tyron thought for a few seconds, he then told them his parent's thought of his sisters as princesses, who someday would marry Doctor's or Lawyer's and be rich and famous. They would be virgins when they got married. The word virgin had the boy's attention, they were experienced pussy pounders, but Trisha wasn't a virgin. She was real good pussy, and only slightly used. However that all changed the night they gangbanged her. The idea of virgin black pussy made their dicks throb. 

Friday night found them meeting across the street from Tyron's house. His parents were away for the weekend at some NAACP meeting. Tyron agreed to help them, for a piece of ass from Trisha, the plan was for Tyron to run into his home, with the gang of boys chasing him thru the door and into the house. They burst into the house scaring Tyron's sisters. Tyron pleaded with the gang of boy's not to hurt him. Acting like they just noticed Tyron's sisters, Dan said, "What do we have here?" "Looks like the black bastard has some fine sisters." "Let's see if his sisters want to save his black ass; girl you want to help your brother?" Dan asked the oldest one, Toshia. "How about showing us how much you care about him?" "Show us your tits." "No!" "You don't want to show your tits?" "O.k. then, take out his dick and give him a blowjob." "Which one will it be?" "Show your tits or give your brother a blowjob."

Toshia, reluctantly lifted her top, she briefly exposed her tits and dropped her top down again. Dan moved behind her, he pulled her top up again, and held it up telling her they wanted more then a flash of tits, they wanted to look at her tits. 

Toshia stood there, frightened as all the boys stared at her firm brown 36d tits. Without warning Dan pulled her top all the way off, Toshia was to horrified to move, she stood still, naked from the waist up. Dan looked at her and said, "let's see some pussy, take your pants off and show us your bare black ass." Do it now!" he shouted, or we'll strip them off your ass for you." 

She lowered them with shaking hands, down her thick muscular thighs and calves to her feet. Her crotch V was narrow, due to her thick legs, only her white thong panties covered Toshia's fleshy mound, her protruding Afro ass was firm and fleshy. Her dark nipples sprang outward when Dan caressed them. Toshia looked at them with her big brown eyes, she felt a warm flush come over her as Dan rubbed her body with his hands; she was unable to move as His hand cupped her cunt. Slowly very slowly he rubbed his hand over her full mound and thighs, finally his fingers slid inside her panties and over her full, fleshy mound.

Toshia was panic-stricken her legs became weak; Dan said "ok. Get your panties down." she slid her panties off her hips, and slowly down her legs and let them drop to her feet. Dan told her to get on her knees in front of her brother. He told Tyron to take his dick out of his pants. Toshia felt she had no other choice; she needed to help her brother. Tyrone pulled his cock out of his pants; it was throbbing, and rock hard. His cock was aimed at Toshia's face. "All right Toshia," Dan said, put his black dick in your mouth. Toshia's eyes were fixed on Tyrone's throbbing dick; she took a few seconds to make up her mind. For her brother's sake she had to do it, her mind was made up. She slowly placed her hand at the base of his black shaft, then placed his cock against her lips, she licked it with her tongue as if to taste it first, then she took it into her hot mouth. Tyrone was in heaven he almost shot his load when Toshia pulled his cock into her warm wet mouth. Never did he think his saintly sister would be giving him head. Tyrone began to pump his hips pushing his cock in and out of her sucking mouth, each time pushing farther into her throat. The guy's shouted encouragement, telling him to give her a face fucking. Suddenly all eyes turned to Leanne. "Come on you little black cutie; show us some more black pussy; get naked!" Dan ordered. Whimpering she slowly took of her clothes, Leanne jumped as Dan's hand slid under the waistband of her panties and down over her cunt. "Ooohhh, man what a nice pussy we have here; this little cunt feels ready to play. It was just in time for Tyrone to give a big "WOW!" and begin to cum in Toshia's mouth. Toshia had no choice but to swallow his hot cum.

"Oh Yeah, these hot pussies need some attention," Dan laughed as he played with Leanne's pussy, "I'll bet a stiff cock would slide right into her hot cunt, I'll bet she would wiggle around like crazy. Let's try them out". Toshia couldn't believe they were going to fuck her; she was going to take a white cock into her hot tight cunt. Dan told them to get on their backs on the floor. "O.k. now spread your legs as wide as you can; we want your pussies exposed." Toshia lay still unable to move her black figure was exposed and accessible. Dan and Mike spread her legs exposing her unprotected cunt. Dan spread her meaty pussy lips her pink cunt was dry. Dan fondled her pussy until she was ready to fuck. "Well guys! It's Cherry-popping time," Dan shouted.

Dan Climbed between Toshia's legs, he aimed his hard cock at her cunt. As the head of his cock touched her pussy, Toshia arched her back, trying to escape the invasion about to take place. Dan rubbed his cock up and down her slit. Then slowly worked it in, an inch, then slightly out, then back in again. Dan experienced incredible sensations as her tight cunt squeezed his cock. His cock hit her hymen; he pulled his cock back an inch.

Toshia's eyes were opened wide; ok girls he shouted kiss your cherries good bye. He slammed his cock back into her, his cock ripped through her cherry. Toshia's eyes rolled up into her head, her arms and legs jerked, she arched her back as his cock plunged deep into her virgin cunt. It wasn't long before Dan was pumping his cock in and out of her hot cunt

Mike had pushed his cock against the entrance to Leanne's fuck hole, he got into position and worked his stiff dick into her tight hot cunt, and he slowly eased his cock in and out of her virgin cunt. Mike applied pressure against her hymen; his cock tore through her hymen. Leanne jerked and twisted as his cock slid deep into her untouched cunt.

Trisha was a good fuck, but there was something to be said for black pussy. Nothing could compare with the hot black pussy squeezing their cocks.

Mike was quickly able to piston his cock in and out of her hot tight cunt. All the other boys gathered around to watch the deflowering of two fine black cunts. As they watched the pistoning cocks pound in and out, their cocks began to pick up a silver sheen from the juiced up pussies.

Once their hot tight fuck tubes were well lubed, Toshia and Leanne became intoxicated with the thrills of sexual awakening. They humped and pounded and begged for more with every thrust of cock into their hot cunts. Before this night was over Toshia and Leanne would experience all forms of fucking. Toshia also was a great tit fuck. The boy's would have a tough time keeping up with the appetite these black cunts had for white cock.

Mike couldn't believe how easy it was to get girls to drop their pants and spread their legs and get fucked. There was no telling were all of this would end, but right now he had three cunts in his stable. Mike had another in his sights, remember Trisha's friend, the one that laughed when Trisha told her about the magazine in the bathroom. Well! Mike had a stiff dick ready to ravish her virgin cunt. Then of course there was Dan's sister. Oh well! No telling where it would all end.



Attitude Adjustment



I am in the mood to ravage you the moment I walk in, but you’re not there when I get there. I’m irritated. I look for a note…nothing. You are going to pay for this tonight.

I watch a little tube, grab a bite to eat. As I get up to poor myself a coke, I hear your car pull up. I know you’ve been shopping, which I generally don’t mind, but you know that you need to get my permission first; you know you need my permission for almost everything you do. If you walk in, disrobe, and kneel at my feet without being prompted, I might have some mercy on you. But you don’t; you try to pretend like nothing was unusual…like obedience to me is not a requirement. That is a mistake.

I think to myself, “Is that an attitude she just gave me? Oh no she didn’t!”

As you walk away, I calmly put my coke down, follow after you, and when I catch up to you just outside the bedroom door I grab you by your hair, jerk your head back, and pull you to me. You momentarily struggle, but when I spin you around so you can see the look on my face…looking deeply and sternly into your eyes…you know that you need to show your most submissive posture. You immediately put your hands behind your back, thrust your breasts out toward me, and spread your legs just past shoulder width in a display of submission (you know how rock hard I get when I see you in this position).

I move in close like I’m going to kiss you, but I don’t. You eagerly prepare to be kissed, but all I do is let my lips touch yours as I begin talking to you.

“Shopping?” I say.

“Yes Sir”

“I didn’t get a call, did I just miss it?”

“No Sir”

Your breath increases as I begin to tease your lips with my tongue while I speak.

“So you now feel like you don’t need my permission to not be here ready to serve me when I arrive?”

With a little more angst, “No Sir…I mean yes Sir…I mean, I know I need your permission Sir.” You begin to rock your hips a little; you can already feel the spanking you are going to receive. Your pussy is wetting.

“So you just decided to disobey me.”

“No Sir…I wasn’t thinking Sir.” Your eyes start to beg.

“Awwww,” I say in a very patronizing voice, “you weren’t thinking?” I am teasing you, and you know it. I love talking to you this way, like I’m talking to a child with a ‘booboo’. Well you know what I’m going to do, little submissive girl?”

“What Sir?”

I lean in and whisper in your left ear, “I’m going to punish you.”

You start to writhe your hips, grinding the air like a wanton slut who can’t wait to be touched. “Oh Master,” escapes your lips.

“I’m going to dominate you,” I continue while you moan, “I’m going to make you understand just how submissive you really are. You need a lesson, don’t you?”

“Yes sir, please, I need to be dominated. Please Sir.”

“You clearly need to be trained to obey me better, don’t you?”

“Oh yes Sir, I need training Sir, please.”

“You need to understand just what a nasty little fuck-slut you are, don’t you?”

“I am a nasty slut, Sir. Please, make me display that to you. I want to show you how submissive I am. Please Sir”

I reach with my other hand and begin to handle one of your tits, palming it, pulling it roughly. “Oh, I know how slutty you are. I bet your pussy is already dripping wet, isn’t it?”

“Yes Sir”

“Isn’t it?!” PINCH

Loudly, “Yes Sir, my pussy is wet Sir!!” you answer.

“I think I want to check for myself.” I pull your head back, bend you at the waist, and lead you bent over into the bedroom by your hair. “Get your ass on the floor!” I say as I push you to the carpet by your head. You kneel immediately and your face goes to the floor near my feet. I get on one knee and begin to roughly rip your clothes off your body, “Get your clothes off slut!” It doesn’t take long until you re completely nude and vulnerable, just how I like you. Like a good little slut, you keep your back arched, forcing your ass as high as it can go in this position, but as I start to spank your cheeks, I see you begin to wiggle your ass and hump the air, wishing there was a cock inside you. 

“That’s right, my little slut-slave, you wish I was fucking you right now, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir,” you moan.

SPANK “Don’t you?!”

“Ye-ess Sir!”

“Well, lets just see how slutty you really are” I say as I let my free hand slide down the crack of your ass, lightly circle around your pussy, running once over your clit which makes you buck a little, and then sliding down between your outer lips. You spread your legs a little more and arch your back, trying to make your pussy as inviting as possible.

Without warning, I shove my middle finger deep into your begging pussy, you let out a deep moan. “Aww, look how wet you are,” back in my patronizing voice. “You are such a naughty little wet slut, aren’t you?” I begin to slide my finger in and out of your pussy.

“Yes Sir, I’m a slut Sir. MMM”

“Of course you are, because only a little slut would be this wet, isn’t that right?”

“Yes Sir, I’m a slut; I’m a nasty little slut-slave.” You say aggressively (and I love sluts who are aggressively submissive). In your voice, I can hear the orgasm that wants to emerge. Your breathing is quick—you are panting. You begin to do your best to grind with my finger. I am amused at your brazenness. I begin to quicken the pace of my finger until I hear you coming close to the apex you desire.

“That’s right, show me what a slut you are, go get that orgasm. You want it don’t you?”

“Yes Sir, please Sir,” You breathe out.

I begin to furiously thrust my finger in and out of you. You wiggle your ass trying to keep pace. “You want to cum, don’t you?”

“Oh yes…please Sir, please…please” You can barely speak, I know you are ready to explode. But I am punishing you.

“I don’t think so.” I pull my finger out, you whimper. I shove my pussy-drenched finger into your mouth, and lean into your ear. “I’m going dominate you tonight.” You moan as you suck on the finger I offer you. “I’m going to humiliate you, make you crawl, make you beg. Just for my amusement, just to let you feel how submissive you are. Do you hear me?” You nod and whimper. “Your pussy and ass are my play toys tonight, you naughty little slut.”

I straighten back up, pull your head up so that you are on all fours, reach between your legs, and begin to spank your clit with my fingers. “Cum for me, slave.” SPANK, SPANK, SPANK. “Cum all over my hands, show me what a naughty little slut-slave does.” You begin to buck wildly, moaning open-mouthed. “Cum like a nasty little girl…right now!” Every slap of my finger-tips against your clit makes you buck in a jerk-like motion, arching and bridging your back, taking you one step closer to the release you want. I flatten my hand so I can now spank your entire pussy; you now feel the slap covering the entire area—your clit, your puffy pussy lips, and the whole surrounding area. “Cum for me, slut—cum while I spank this naughty [SPANK] little [SPANK] pussy [SPANK].” With the last sentence and simultaneous pussy-spanking your muscles tense and your moans turn to short, blasting screams as you reach the apex of your orgasm. The inside of your pussy begins to contract, you bridge your back and lean into my thighs, rocking your head back and forth, pulling at the grip I have on your hair.

“Thank You Sir.” You know that I want you to thank me for every orgasm. I can feel my dominance; my cock is pushing at my pants, struggling to be free.

Before you’re finished with the last orgasmic twitch I stand and pull you to your knees; you instinctively put your hands behind your back and thrust your tits out, presenting them to me the way I like. “Pull my cock out, slave.” “Yes Sir,” you say as you quickly, but with care, undo my pants and pull out my growing member. After it is free, I take a hold of the shaft. You open your mouth and present your tongue. “Look at those hungry eyes you have, you must want this big beautiful cock, don’t you?”

As I slap it across your face, popping it on your tongue a few times, letting you taste it, smell it, anticipate it in your mouth. “Yes Master, please. Please Sir, I want it.”

Without warning, I place it on your tongue and force your face toward my pelvis, burying my cock deep in your throat. You gag a little, but I hold you there an extra moment. Not to be sadistic, just to express dominance. After a short moment, I pull your face back, leaving just the head in, letting you work your magical tongue on my now sensitive cock. I let you play a moment (you know how good this feels), then shove it deep in your mouth a second time. “Look at me!” You struggle to keep my cock in the recesses of your mouth and still raise your eyes to meet mine; it is hard for you to see me being so close to my pelvis. With the glimpses you get you can see in my eyes the sexual desire your obedience brings out in me. You begin to make a sound—a low moaning hum. It’s a combination of a desire and the struggle keeping my cock so far in the back of your mouth. “Suck it good little slut-girl…that’s a good girl.” You do your best, but it’s hard with my cock so deep. I see how hard your trying and decide to have mercy on you; I begin to slide your head back and forth, fucking your face with my cock. You do your best to please me, but without thinking, you take your eyes off mine.

I pull your face off my cock and, with it dangling in front of you, tilt your head back and sternly say, “didn’t I tell you to look at me?”

“Yes Sir,” you whimper.

“Did you forget?”

“No Sir. I’m sorry Sir, I just looked away.”

“Sorry? Crawl over and get my riding crop.” I push you to your hands and knees, swat you a good one on the ass, and send you crawling to the closet where my wide headed riding crop leans against the wall. You crawl as quickly as you can, lean in, pick it up with your mouth, and crawl back. When you reach me, you sit back on your knees, put your hands behind your back, and push your chest out. “Up here,” I say as I motion for you to rise to your knees. You immediately rise up so I can take the crop from your mouth. I grab your hair with one hand and shove my bobbing cock into your mouth again, this time only about half way in, and start to guide your head quickly in a fucking motion.

“Suck my cock!” [SLAP] The flat-ended riding crop strikes your ass cheek. “Suck it harder!” [SLAP] “That’s right you nasty little slut-slave, suck that cock like you want it!” [SLAP, SLAP, SLAP]

“You like this, don’t you slave?” [SLAP] You nod without breaking your sucking rhythm. “I bet you’d like to play with your clit right now, wouldn’t you?” [SLAP] You nod again. “Wouldn’t you?!” [SLAP] You nod harder and suck harder. [SLAP] “Rub that pussy, show me just how much of a little slut you are!” [SLAP]

Your hand immediately moves to your clit and you begin to furiously rub it while I continue to spank your ass with the crop. It only takes a few moments before your sucking turns into deep inhales and exhales around my cock. [SLAP] “Aww, you want to cum, don’t you?” You do your best to nod in agreement. “Alright, cum for me, right now!” Your hand is moving as fast as it can on your clit as your body starts to buck and writhe. Your face tenses up and you open your mouth to let out a loud scream, muffled a little by the presence of my cock. At the climax of the orgasm, your body jerks hard. At that moment I pull my cock out of your mouth, push your face to the floor, and continue spanking your ass with the crop. “Cum again, right now!!” [SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP] “Cum for me!” Now, face down and ass up you continue to rub your clit. [SLAP] “Finger-fuck your pussy, slut! Now!!” [SLAP] You bury your fingers deep into your pussy, using your palm to manipulate your clit. [SLAP] “Cum!!” [SLAP] “Now!!” Your frantic fingering brings you to another spasm-filled orgasm as you writhe and undulate at my feet.

I can tell you are spent and I let you catch your breath for a moment while I gently stroke my fingers over your back…but only for a moment. “On your feet,” I say, pulling you up. You rise, and I turn you facing away from me, lean in to your ear, and say quietly, “I’m not through with you yet.”

I bend you at the waist and lead you by your hair out of the bedroom, down the hall, and to the “TV room.” To anyone else, it looks like a TV room, and often it is, but when the mood strikes, which happens quite a bit, it is the playroom…and you are about to be played with.

“Kneel.” You immediately drop. I let go of you and go to the locked cabinet, pull out my keys, and unlock it—fur-lined wrist cuffs, spreader bar, wooden ping pong paddle, leash, vibrating back massager. “On your feet, slave.” I look into your beautiful, becoming re-aroused eyes; I pause to take in your beauty for a moment, reach up, and stroke my fingers across your cheeks. You immediately stand in the position that I like; you present yourself to me.

“Turn.” You turn around. I approach you and begin kissing your shoulders, up your neck, and down your spine. My hands slide across your skin, feeling you from just above your knees all the way up your back. With a slight push on your arms, I indicate that I want you to clasp your hands on your head so that I can feel you easier. I feel the goose bumps rise on your skin. After a few moments, “give me your wrists.” You unclasp your hands and present them to me behind your back, allowing me to easily clasp on the wrist cuffs. I go to one knee and secure the spreader bar to your ankles, wide, but not too wide. I swat you on the ass and say, “turn around.” You turn slowly, struggling against the physics of the spreader bar.

Once you are facing me, I begin to toy with your bouncing tits. I love playing with them, and I love watching you react when I do. I lift them, let them drop, pull on them, lick circles around the nipples, blow cool air on them, flick the nipples with my tongue, and eventually suck hard on them (but only after I make you beg for it, you are such a nasty little submissive). Once again, you are writhing your hips, wanting action on your pussy.

After thoroughly sucking on your tits, feeling your undulating body, I lean my face into yours, take a nipple in each hand and pinch, and lift you to your toes. While you are dancing on your toes, I kiss you deeply; the kind of kiss that says “I own you.” When I break the kiss I step back, keeping a good grip on your nipples, and say, “that’s is, on your toes little slut. Now follow me, come on.” I pull on your nipples toward me, making you scoot along on your toes trying to navigate with the spreader bar. You must make short little pads as I guide you by your nipples in the direction I want you to go. I am amused by your struggles. You are so obedient. I am so amused by it I make you move around the room, just so I can see you try to keep up on your toes.

But you come down off your toes, you let your heels touch the floor, I begin to slap your tits.

SLAP “Didn’t I tell you to keep up on your toes?”

You spring back up, “Yes Sir.”

SLAP “Didn’t I TELL you to keep up on your toes?!”

Louder, and with more submissiveness in your voice, “Yes Sir, you told me to keep up on my toes. Yes you did, Master?”

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP (Your tits jiggle so much when I slap them, my cock is raging hard) “So you’re just going to disobey me now?!”

“Ohh…No Master, it was an accident,”

SLAP “I don’t…” SLAP “…care about…” SLAP “…excuses…” SLAP “…I…” SLAP “…only…” SLAP “…care…” SLAP “…about…” SLAP “…obedience!” SLAP “Do you understand me?”

“Yes Master, yes. I’m an obedient slut-slave, Sir. I am going to obey, Sir. Anything you tell me I will obey.”

I grab your nipples again, “come this way.” I now move a little faster than before, you struggle to keep up to the pace I provide you. We get underneath the hook on the ceiling and hang the loop end of the leash on it. I bend you at the waist, grab your cuffed wrists and lift your arms up, pull the leash through, and lift the clasp high secure it to a loop on the leash, leaving you bent, legs spread, ass out, tits hanging, with your arms reaching upwards behind you. I step back and take in your submissive beauty. I walk around you a few times in silence, letting my fingers trace over your exposed skin.

I then pick up the paddle, walk to your left side and face you, put my left hand on your back, lay the paddle against your ass, and start rubbing it in slow smooth circles. You feel my complete dominance over you; you begin to breathe hard and your ass instinctively starts to wiggle slightly. “That’s right, little submissive,” I say, “I’m going to paddle your ass.” You’re wiggling and breathing increases as I continue, “I’m going to spank this ass of yours until it is red hot, and then I’m going to spank it some more. Do you hear me?”

“Yes Sir,” you whimper.

“Aww, I can tell how much you want this. You want to be spanked, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes Sir, I need your punishment. I’ve been so naughty.”

“Yes, you have. You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes Master, I’m a naughty, nasty little slut, Sir”

SPANK “That’s right.” SPANK “You’re a naughty little slut-slave,” SPANK “and you need your ass…” SPANK “spanked!” SPANK

“O-o-o, yesss”

I continue to paddle your ass good, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, telling you how bad you are, SPANK, SPANK, telling you how submissive you are, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, telling you how much you need to be punished. SPANK, SPANK, you begin to violently writhe and moan. Your body begs me to touch your pussy. SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.

Finally, after your ass is red hot, I drop the paddle and shove two fingers deep into your dripping pussy. You let out a loud moaning scream and immediately begin to do your best to hump my fingers from this awkward position. My cock is as thick and hard as it can be as I watch this display of utter submission and sluttiness. I begin to spank your ass with my free hand.

“That’s right, hump my fingers slut. Show me what a nasty little thing you are. You want my domination so badly, don’t you?”

“YES!” you scream, “Please, dominate me, I need your control! Rule over me; make me submit! Please Sir!!”

As you approach your orgasm, I pull my fingers out briefly, “Oh, you want to cum for me?”

“AAAH, yes Sir, please!”

I enter you again, but only briefly. “I didn’t hear you.”

Louder, “Ple-eease, Sir! Please, please, please!”

I continue to tease you, keeping you close but not giving you the release. “Aww, your just a begging little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir, Please Sir! Please, Sir, I’m slave, a nasty little fuck-slave who begs to be dominated and fucked! Please Master, please let me cum. Ple-e-e-e-se!!”

I thrust three fingers into your drenched pussy, and let my fourth drag over your clit and I finger-pound you in and out. With the other hand, I begin to spank your ass cheeks. “Cum for me, you naughty little slut, cum right now!” SPANK “Right Now!!”

You explode all over my hand, jerking violently at the chain that holds you up. “Thank you Sir!” Your knees bobbing up and down as you submit to my command.

But I’m not done, “Cum again, slut!” I continue my aggressive pussy manipulation and ass spanking assault. Almost immediately, the next orgasm grabs you.

“Thank you Master!”

While the words are coming from your mouth, I am undoing the chain that holds you up. I take you to your knees, your face goes to the carpet, and I thrust my tongue deep into your exposed ass, grinding my face between your ass cheeks, all the while still maintaining my three-fingered assault of your pussy. You begin grunting and squealing like a trapped animal. It only takes seconds for yet another orgasm to rush up on you. “Thank you Master, thank you!” you grunt out.

While you are feeling the vibrations of the last orgasm, I quickly undo the spreader bar and wrist cuffs so that I can position you on your hands and knees better. As soon as I have removed them, I pull you to all fours by your hair and begin to slap my cock against your already extremely sensitive, pouting clit. You jump with each slap.




Attitude Adjustment



“You want this cock, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes Sir,” you struggle to say through the jumps I am causing you with each cock-to-clit contact.

‘This naughty, little, pouting, cunt wants to be fucked doesn’t it?”

“Yes Master, please fuck me, please!”

I increase the force and the speed of your clit spanking. “Such a naughty cunt, isn’t it?”

“Yes Master, please fuck this nasty cunt. That’s what I need, that’s what I’m good for. I’ve got a naughty, submissive cunt that wants your dominating cock. Please, Master, Please…please…please!!”

“If you want this cock, then you need to cum from this cunt spanking,” I say as I continue to slap my shaft flat against your clit. Within seconds, you are yelping with each contact until you go over the edge and cum again.

“Thank you Master”

Before you get the words out, my cock is buried deep into your pussy and I am fucking you hard. I yank your head back with one hand and begin to spank your ass with the other. You start to rise again almost immediately.

“Cum for me slut…” SPANK “…cum for me right now!” You cum and say thank you. I stop spanking you and shove my thumb into your ass. “Again!”

“Yes Sir!” You cum again. “Thank you Sir!! Thank you for letting me be your fuck-slut Sir!”

I have complete control of you; this cunt will cum as many times as I let it, and we both know it. You whimper as I pull out of you (I love that submissive little whimper you have). I grab the vibrating back massager, turn it on, and immediately place it on your clit. It happens so fast you almost jump out of your skin. You cum immediately, “Thank you Sir!” Keeping it pressed against your cunt, I place my hand on your back and guide you into the exact position I want, you know what’s coming. You cum again. “Thank you Sir!” Your ass is mine. It’s not often I fuck your ass, only when I think you need to feel extra submissive, like tonight. I require no begging this time, I place myself behind you.

“Spread your cheeks1” You reach back with both hands and spread your ass cheeks…and hold, waiting for my cock. I don’t make you wait long. I place my cock at the entrance of your ass and, with a slow but continuous thrust, slide my cock in deep. You feel my dominance.

After a few strokes, I hand you the vibrator and tell you to use it on your clit. I grab your hair with one hand, spank your ass with the other, and fuck your ass while you vibrate your clit. I let you cum three more times before I shoot my load into your ass. We collapse on the floor in a sweaty mess of flesh. I let my cock stay in your ass until it is spent, and I hold you.



Attitude Adjustment



Phyllis walked past me as if she didn't even see me. You fucking bitch. I followed behind her, intent on not letting her ignore me.

As I walked close behind her I couldn't help but admire her slender, petite body. She was about 5'2 but couldn't weigh more than 90-95 lbs. I watched her ass move in her tight jeans as she moved quickly towards the back of the building. You can't get away from me that easy bitch. As she approached the suite of offices located in the back corner of the warehouse I sped up and just as we entered the empty hallway I grabbed her elbow and forced her to stop.

She turned, obviously angry that someone would grab her as firmly as I did, "Oh-Adam…" she seemed startled to see me. Maybe she hadn't seen me after all. "You shouldn't be here."

"Yeah, thanks to you and your mouth," I replied. "But, don't worry, I'll be leaving in a minute and this is last time you'll ever have to see me. I just came back to tell you what I thought of you, you fucking nosy, hypocritical, self-righteous, tight assed bitch."

I could see that my comments had had the intended effect. Her temper quickly came to a boil. Jerking her elbow from my grasp she stepped to me, her face in mine, her chest to mine, "Listen to me, you are a pathetic little boy who can't handle rejection and who used what little power you had to manipulate a young girl for your own pleasure. I'm glad they've suspended you. I hope they fire you and I hope you don't find another job because of this," she was practically screaming in my face. 

How dare you be angry with me you little cunt? You fucked me over…I'm the one who should be screaming. I was so pissed I lost control; grabbing her arm I spun her around twisting the arm behind her back and forcing her chest against the wall. "Your mouth just gets bigger and bigger and you just get dumber and dumber," I whispered into her ear as I pressed her harder against the wall with my own body. "I think you need to learn a lesson and I'm just the man to teach it to you…come on bitch." I forced her in front of me, her arm still pinned behind her back and my other hand covering her mouth. I found an empty office and forced her inside, kicking the door shut behind me. I locked the door with a bump of my hip, my hand still covering her mouth in case there was anyone nearby.

Grabbing a toy ball from the desk I shoved it into her mouth and then grabbing her bright yellow t-shirt I ripped it off of her body. I heard her try to scream but the ball wouldn't allow her to make much noise. I stripped a piece of her shirt off and used it as a gag (to keep the ball in her mouth). Then I took the rest of the shirt and tied Phyllis‘s hands behind her back.

Now, confident that she couldn't yell for help or resist too successfully, I turned her around to face me. Before meeting her eyes I let my eyes glide up her smooth black stomach, over the small mounds of her chest (which was still covered by a white lace bra) and up her slender, sexy neck to her face. I couldn't read the expression on her face…it was part anger, part confusion and part fear. I think that she had simply been angry up until I ripped her shirt off then I think she realized just how serious I was. Now you aren't so confident are you?

I moved close to her forcing her to back up until her back was against the edge of the desk. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I think it's time to begin the lesson, but don't worry, I'm a very dedicated teacher so we can do this as many times as necessary til you understand it." My lips brushed ever so gently against her ear as I spoke and I felt a little shudder go through her body. As I pressed against her I felt my cock begin to stir in my pants. I licked Phyllis‘s neck from her ear down to her shoulder, as my hips pressed firmly against hers'.

"You feel that don't you?" I asked, "You feel my cock pressing against you, don't you? It's getting bigger and bigger, thanks to you." I let one of my hands move to her right breast and squeeze it firmly. "The first lesson I'm going to teach you is what it feels like to have my hard cock rubbed against each and every part of your tight little body."

Phyllis tried to say something but it only came out as a muffled cry, "No talking in class. I don't want to have to spank you…okay I do and I will, but not just yet. Right now I want to remove this pesky bra so I can see those little tits of yours." I reached around and unclasped her bra and pulled it from her chest. I gazed down at her perky little breasts and their puffy nipples and licked my lips. They were small but very sexy anyway…very bitable.

Now, Phyllis was topless, wearing only her tight blue jeans and her shoes. I pulled her shoes off to leave her barefoot as well as to make her another inch or two shorter and allow me to tower over her even more than before. Then I removed my own shirt and pressed against her body again, anxious to feel the warmth of her breasts against my own chest. My cock was now fully erect and jabbing into Phyllis‘s stomach as I pressed against her and began suckling on her neck.

"Okay, let's get started," I said, stepping back just a half step. "Get down on your knees," I commanded her. She responded with an attempt at a scream and a feeble look of defiance. I slapped her across the face just hard enough to sting and she slowly sank down to her knees. Then I moved close as I unzipped my pants and stepped out of them. I was wearing tight boxer briefs and the outline of my erection was clear to her. I pressed my crotch against her face, one hand on the back of her head keeping her from moving away. I rubbed my still clothed erection over her face and head, then, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling back slightly to tilt her head back I reached down with my other hand and freed my long cock from its confines, letting it spring out and land solidly on Phyllis‘s face, the tip slapping against her glasses. I let it rest there on her face for a minute or two, then finally I took hold of it firmly and still holding her head in position by a handful of hair, I slapped her firmly across one cheek with my weighty cock. Then I slowly began rubbing the head of my cock across the dark black skin of her face. I slid it into her hair down across her ear, under her chin and up to the opposite ear. I let it caress her shoulders and then her upper chest and finally her trembling breasts. I rubbed the shaft roughly across her chest before teasing her nipples with the crown of my thick member. I rubbed her puffy nipples with the head of my cock until they stiffened, then I slapped my dick against each of her tits in turn. 

Then, standing her up I tugged on the front of her tight blue jeans. I pulled them out from her smooth belly as I forced my dick downward sliding it down in between her jeans and her belly. I left it there, held firmly against her belly by the tightness of her pants as I let my fingers play with her hard nipples. I leaned down and placed my mouth over her left breast, letting my tongue tease her nipple as I sucked on the puffy areola that surrounded it. After a few minutes of sucking and fondling her titties, my cock still stuffed down the front of her pants, I let my hands move from her chest around her waist to her tight, firm ass. I squeezed her ass cheeks roughly, before turning her slowly to face away from me. As her body turned it forced my cock slowly out of her pants. 

Phyllis's hands were still tied behind her back, resting against the small of her back. I brushed my cock up against her hands for a brief second before untying her wrists. Even as I untied her, I maintained a firm grip on her wrists, forcing them around in front of her and then tying them securely once again.

Now there was nothing blocking my view or access to her sexy little ass. I pressed against her from behind, forcing my large, semi-hard cock against her, as I leaned over her shoulder and playfully bit at her neck. I forced her to bend over the desk, pressing her bare chest against the top of the desk as I playfully rammed myself against her ass. Then I pulled her back up and, like I'd done in the front, I pulled her jeans out from her body and slid my python down in between her bare back and her pants. This time I slid it even farther down, letting it snake down the curves of her ass. I could feel it rub against the rough fabric of her underwear. With my cock stuffed down the back of Phyllis‘s jeans, I grabbed two handfuls of boobs and began humping her from behind, rubbing my cock against the firmness of her buttocks.

"You like that don't you bitch, you like being treated like a piece of crap, just like you treat everyone else?" I said into her ear. "I know it turns you on to treat other people like dogs. I know you go home at night and finger that juicy little cunt while you think about what a hard ass you were to everyone that day. I know nothing makes you cum harder than when you think about how you made someone cry that day. I'll bet when you heard I was being suspended because of your dumb mouth that you probably creamed your panties right there, didn't you?"

Phyllis was sobbing into the gag over her mouth and she had tears on her face. "Now you get to feel what it's like to be treated like a dog, and this time I'll be the one creaming in your panties…and your pussy, and your ass and best of all in your face," I said, reaching up and grabbing her jaw and squeezing her cheeks roughly. "As a matter of fact, I think this preliminary, getting-to-know-you stage is over…it's time to get down to the serious business of fucking the bitch out of you."

I pulled my cock out of her pants as I stepped back and let her straighten up. Then I reached around and unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them. I grabbed hold of the back of her pants and gave them a tug that forced them down halfway over her butt cheeks. Her pants were so tight that when I forced them down it also forced her underwear (women's athletic boxer briefs) down, so I had a perfect view of the top half of her bare ass. 

Her ass was perfect, smooth, flawless black skin and slender, firm rounded buttocks. After soaking it in with my eyes, I pulled her jeans down and off, careful this time not to pull her underwear down at the same time. I tossed her pants to the side and then turned back to look at her. Her underwear were small and riding low down on her ass, leaving a lot visible. I stepped forward pressing my chest to her back again, and letting my erection press against her lower back and the upper part of her ass. 

I slid my cock into her underwear letting it push down across her ass and out the bottom of the left leg hole. I slid one hand around her waist and down into the front of her underwear, slipping down across her small patch of hair and to her clit. I rubbed her clit firmly, licking her ear and pressing my cock against her ass. After several minutes of stimulating her clit I started to pull my hand out of her underwear, but I could have sworn just as I did that she was spreading her legs further apart, ever so slightly. Probably just my imagination. 

I took hold of the shaft of my cock and used my erection to pull the back of her underwear down giving me a complete view of her bare ass. Then using my free hand to spread her ass cheeks apart, I pointed my cock down toward the ground and slid it into her crack letting it wedge between her cheeks like a hotdog in a bun. 

I pushed her underwear down and let them fall to her ankles, my cock still buried in her ass. Then, with the obstruction of her underwear out of the way, I began to slide my cock up and down in her crack. It was only a couple of inches of movement but it felt great, my cock sandwiched between her firm, smooth buttocks. I guided my erection between her cheeks with my left hand, my right hand on her hip holding her still.

After several minutes of fucking Phyllis‘s ass crack I pulled my cock out and turned her around. I quickly switched the bindings around her wrists so that her hands were once again behind her back. Once that was done I took a seat in a chair about six or eight feet away from her. 

"Come to me," I commanded her. After a brief pause she responded, moving to stand about a foot in front of me. "Closer." This time she stepped closer, standing between my legs, her legs brushing up against my inner thighs. "Good. Now, get down on your knees," I instructed her. Phyllis awkwardly lowered herself to the ground between my legs, her face just inches from my erect cock.

I paused for a few moments, watching Phyllis kneeling in front of me, watching her watching my cock as it swayed slightly from side to side. I leaned forward, placing one hand on top of her head and holding it firmly; I held my cock in the other hand and guided it towards her face. I guided it to her glasses and slid the head of my cock underneath her glasses then pulled back, pulling her glasses off as I did so. They bounced harmlessly onto the floor and slid beneath the chair. "I'm going to take your gag off now, feel free to scream, I know I plan to," I pulled the gag down, letting it hang around her neck and then helped her take the ball out of her mouth. I held the ball in my hand, thinking I might find other uses for it later.

I released the hold I had on her head, as well as my own cock, and leaned back in the chair. "Now, suck my dick you little cunt," I said venomously. "And don't even think of trying anything stupid. Suck it and like it!" Phyllis had settled down, sitting on her legs, but now she was forced to rise up as high as she could to get her mouth up to the top of my rather impressive erection.

Without her hands to take hold of my cock she kind of had to chase it with her mouth, but it didn't take her too long to find it. Once she had her mouth on it she held the crown in her mouth and adjusted her body position to make herself more comfortable. Tentatively, Phyllis began to slide her mouth down over my dick, but she only let about three inches penetrate into her mouth before she was lifting her head back up. I decided to let her get away with taking in just three inches for a few minutes before I introduced my cock to the back of her throat.

She continued to move her mouth up and down on my cock slowly taking in the upper third of my erection and then slowly releasing it. Having her hands tied tightly behind her back forced her to stick her chest out slightly and her breasts were pressed against my inner thighs. I straightened up slightly in the chair and my hands moved, almost involuntarily to the back of her head. Soon I realized that I was forcing her head up and down faster and faster, letting it bob up and down on my cock. I also was forcing more and more of my cock into her mouth each time I pulled her head down onto me.

Within a few minutes Phyllis was taking about two thirds, or seven inches, of my rod into her mouth each time she went down on me. As she began to twist her head slightly with each downward stroke it was clear that she wasn't holding anything back. That was good, I thought, because I wasn't going to hold back either.

At one point I pulled my cock from her mouth on an upward stroke and instructed her to suck on my balls. She didn't even hesitate, bending low she moved her face below my sack and began stroking the skin of my balls with her tongue. Soon she was sucking on my sack, and then, finally, sucking my nuts into her mouth one by one. 

After several more minutes she finally abandoned my nuts and straightened back up. As she rose up between my legs I took the opportunity to rub my cock against her breasts again before returning it to her mouth. As Phyllis returned to giving me a blowjob, I stood up, not letting my cock leave her mouth even for an instant. Now as she moved her mouth forward and backward over my dick she was looking up into my eyes. Then I put on hand on the back of her head, holding it firmly as I began to thrust my cock into her mouth, fucking her face rapidly, and shoving my cock into the back of her throat with each thrust forward. After several furious moments of me fucking Phyllis‘s mouth I finally felt my orgasm build to its climax. I shoved my cock as deep into her throat as it could go and released a torrent of hot cum which gushed into her as I thrusted again and again milking my cock for all it was worth. Like a trooper, Phyllis swallowed all of my thick cum and I slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth.

I slumped back in the chair leaving Phyllis to wonder what would happen next while I basked in the glow of the blowjob I had just received. After a few minutes, I gathered myself. "Stand up," I commanded.

Phyllis rose from the ground to once again stand between my legs. Finally I sat back up, my face inches from her small, perky breasts. As I latched onto her right breast with my mouth, I slid my right hand around her waist and between her legs from behind, feeling the slickness that covered her pussy lips. I flicked my tongue across her hard nipple and began doing the same to her clit with my fingertip. I playfully bit at her nipple as I slid my finger from her clit back across her slit and up to her asshole, before pulling myself from her. 

I stood and moved around behind Phyllis. Leaning in close and whispering into her ear, I said, "Your pussy got a little wet while you were going down on me, didn't it?"

"Why does that make you happy?" she answered with an attitude.

"Hell, yeah. I think it's funny that you got all wet because I let you blow me. Hell if I'd known that was all it took to make you happy, I'd have let you suck me off everyday," I replied with a laugh. Phyllis looked as if she couldn't decide if she was pissed or if she wanted to laugh too.

"Since you did such a good job sucking my cock, I'm going to give you a little reward," I said, seeing the skepticism on her face.

"The best reward would be if you'd go fuck yourself," she said, recovering a little of her natural venom.

"Now see, here we were getting along so well and you had to go and be rude," I responded. "If you're going to talk like that I'm afraid that I'll just have to put the ball and gag back on your mouth." I lifted it up in front of her face.

"No, please," she flinched when she saw the ball. "I'm sor- I won't say anything like that again, I promise."

"Say, I promise not to be a bad girl again," I instructed her.

She paused, "I promise not to be a bad girl again."

"That's better. Now come over here," I said taking hold of her wrists, which were still tied together by the fragments of her t-shirt. I lead her back to the desk. "Now bend over the desk."

She bent over the edge of the desk slightly, hesitant about what I intended to do to her. "All the way, press those perky little boobs against the desk," I explained. She hesitated, so, putting one hand firmly in the center of her back, I forced her down onto the desk roughly. She let out an audible gasp, probably from having the wind knocked out of her. "If you don't follow instructions better, I'm going to have to take your reward away. Now spread your legs."

She did as she was told spreading her legs and keeping her chest pressed against the top of the desk. I lowered myself down onto my knees behind Phyllis. I had an incredible view of her tight little ass and her tight little pussy. I reached up and placed a hand on each of her buttocks and spread them apart so that I could see her other hole. Then I moved in and licked her from the bottom up, from pussy up to the top of her crack. I paused at the top of her crack and let a huge wad of saliva drip down into her crack. Placing one finger in the saliva I traced it down her crack, over her asshole, down to her cunt, sliding it between her pussy lips and deep into her.

Phyllis moaned ever so slightly.

With my finger still buried in her pussy, I began teasing her anus with my tongue. I wiggled my finger inside of her and then pulled it forward to her clit, which I teased furiously. I could feel my cock recovering from my previous orgasm already. I continued to play with Phyllis cunt as I licked her ass and crack. Then I moved mouth down to her pussy and began to eat her out. I let my tongue flick across her clit, then I sucked it into my mouth. As my tongue pleasured her clit, one of my fingers penetrated deep into her slit. Soon I switched and slipped my tongue into her while I teased her clit with my fingers.




Attitude Adjustment



I could feel Phyllis's body trembling with excitement as I continued to lick and play with her pussy, and every so often I could hear a small moan, or a gasp from her. Then as I could tell she was really getting into it, I slid a finger up to her wet ass and let it press against her anus. As buried my face in her pussy I forced my finger into her tight asshole. Once it pushed thru the initial resistance it slid several inches in before muscles contracted around it. But I was persistent, forcing it deeper in, then back out and back in until I had a nice rhythm and pace going. 

I fucked her ass with my finger for several minutes as I ate her pussy, until I could feel her tensing up with an orgasm building inside her. I immediately pulled my tongue from her slit and stood up, one finger still buried knuckle deep in her ass. I knew she would be frustrated, and that was just fine with me.

I kept fucking her ass with my finger as I stepped closer and slid the end of my now rejuvenated cock into her pussy. She moaned much loader now as she felt my massive cock move into her inch by inch, until it all ten plus inches were inside her and my nutsack was pressed against her. I left it there for several minutes just letting her anticipate the fucking she was about to receive. Then when I thought she was ready I began to pull out slowly making her think that I was going to go easy on her, but then I shoved it back in hard and began a series of hard fast thrusts. Just like that I was pounding her pussy with my dick, my balls slapping against her ass

She was doing her best not to scream as I slammed my cock into her pussy over and over again. My attention was as much on sliding my finger into her tight asshole as it was fucking her pussy. I kept working my finger into her ass faster and deeper each time as I worked up to putting a second finger in. The more of a fucking her cunt got the wider her asshole opened for me. Soon I had two fingers pumping into her ass as fast as I was pumping my cock into her pussy. Then as I could tell that she was getting close to an orgasm, I pulled my cock from Phyllis‘s pussy and shoved it into her asshole, replacing the two fingers that I slid out at the last moment.

Phyllis let out a cry of shock as I buried my rod deep in her ass and began thrusting in and out hard and fast, barely missing a beat after switching from cunt to ass. After several minutes I finally slowed down for a minute and gave Phyllis a brief respite. I leaned back and too a good look at my cock as it moved in and out of her asshole. Then as I started getting into again, I gave her tight little ass a good hard smack and began to speed up once again. Within a minute I was once again slamming hard and fast into her ass from behind, so hard that the desk she was bent over was moving forward slightly with each thrust. I also began slapping her ass harder and more frequently, letting her feel the sting.

After fucking her pussy and ass I could feel another orgasm building in my balls. I waited until I was ready to bust my nut and then I spread her ass cheeks wide and let my cock slide just out of her asshole which was still gaping wide. Then the cum erupted from my cock and shot directly into her asshole. One, two, three, four big spurts filled her anus, the fifth and sixth sprayed across her ass cheeks and dripped down into her crack. After I drained the last of my cum I slid my cock back into her hole and fucked her for another couple of thrusts. Then, giving her ass cheek one last spank, I moved around to the other side of the desk. I lifted my cum covered cock and slid it, fresh from her ass, into her mouth, making her lick the cum from it. 

After a couple of minutes I pulled my cock from Phyllis‘s mouth and with one last slap of cock across her cheek, I dressed. Then I stopped long enough to spank Phyllis on the ass again as I headed for the door. She was still bent over the desk, cum oozing from her ass and her legs still trembling, as I closed the door behind me. I never saw Phyllis again after that night, but I was happy to hear from some friends that she took a week off after that. They also said that when she came back from that week off she was a new woman, friendly, helpful and compassionate. They also said that she asked about me about once a week. Crazy bitch.



Attitude Adjustment



Angel sat on a chair in a crowd of women. She had come to this club to take in a couple of shows and she was really enjoying this one! This show was a group of hot looking guys that stripped for a living, which is nothing unusual in Miami, but these guys showed the "Full Monty", or in other words, they got completely naked. Angel's cock had gotten way too big to keep in her panties after only the first guy did his show, so she had reached up under the black mini skirt and set it free. 

Several of the guys would get really close to the women and wiggle their butts in their faces. One guy had even sat on a hot looking brunette's lap. Things were a little more out of control than other shows she'd been to. When the last guy came out Angel's breath caught in her throat. He was beautiful! His body was sculpted but not overly muscular. He had jet black wavy hair and icy blue eyes. Her cock, which had gone a little soft watching the last guy, went rock hard. He came out and stood almost in front of Angel, and as the music began he looked up, directly into Angel's eyes. He started his routine and right away it was apparent that he was a dancer and not one of those guys that did strength tricks during his show. He started to flirt with Angel as he danced closer and closer to her. An evil thought slipped into Angel's mind and she reached into her hand bag and got some lube on her hand. She always carried some with her just incase an opportunity should arise. She quickly and unobtrusively reached under her dress and applied it to her now turgid cock. As the song progressed so did his beautiful nakedness, and soon his g string found its way onto Angel's lap. She picked it up and sniffed the string where it had been between his butt cheeks. The women in the place applauded as Angel smelled his musky odor on the string. With a big grin on his face he danced over to Angel and wiggled his ass in her face as he did a little portion of his show just for her. Then he danced out of reach and finished his show to the screams of the women in the room.

As soon as the music for his routine stopped another song started, and all the previous strippers came out from back stage. They were all naked as they danced around the room rubbing and teasing the women, whipping them into a frenzy. Some of the women got up from their chairs to dance with the strippers while others were content just to wait for one to come to them. 

The guy that had just danced the last session came back to Angel and began to dance only for her. Angel reached down in her bra and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. She placed it in her cleavage and then patted her thighs as she looked him in the eyes. He quickly danced closer, straddled her legs, and began rubbing his partially hard cock on her sweater covered breasts. 

Angel ran her hands up his muscular thighs, then around onto his rock hard ass as he slowly began to lower himself so he could retrieve the fifty with his teeth. As he squatted down Angel spread her legs, her short skirt rode up her thighs exposing her big hard cock, but he was too close to her body to see what was coming. As he continued to lower himself, Angel slipped her right hand off of his ass and when he got close enough she reached down, placed two fingers under the head of her cock and directed it to his unsuspecting asshole. Before he realized what was going on Angel thrust her hips up as she pushed him down, impaling him on her hard cock and causeing him to let out a yelp of surprise. He was a nice snug fit, but she was pretty sure he wasn't a virgin. He looked at her in disbelief for a second, then with a smile he proceeded to push himself the rest of the way down on to her big cock. As he did so he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure. 

He leaned forward and said in her ear, "This is a pleasant surprise." His voice was sultry and low with a Latin accent.

"I'm glad you think so." Angel replied into his ear. Angel's legs were spread wide as he began to gyrate his hips, working his snug asshole up and down her long cock. She kept her hands on his hips but didn't try to direct him. His moves felt wonderful and he looked so sexy as he ground himself on her love pole that she didn't want to interfere. 

He leaned in so he could talk in her ear again and said, "Nice and big. Just the way I like my women!" As he squeezed the base of her cock with his very willing bung hole he added, "Though I think you are stretching me out a little bit too far for my boyfriend's comfort." 

"Too bad for him." Angel replied smugly. 

He worked her cock just like a brass pole, sliding up and down as he wiggled his hips. She moved one of her hands to his stomach so she could feel his six-pack abs as they moved and rippled under his skin. He looked into her eyes, then leaned down and licked her cleavage as he pushed his asshole all the way back down to the base of her cock. Once there he squeezed and relaxed his sphincter, milking her cock. This wasn't Angel's first time in some hot guy's ass, but there was something about doing this in a crowd of people that was just sending her over the top. The whole thing was more than she could take and with a groan of pleasure Angel exploded deep inside him, her come squirting hard enough for him to feel it. He continued to squeeze her cock with his ass until she was completely spent, then with a sly smile he took the fifty in his teeth and slowly stood up, allowing her cock to slip from him. He turned and danced his way backstage, stopping at the curtain to throw Angel a kiss and a wink. 

Angel was in such a wonderful post sex daze she almost forgot to pull her skirt back down. She took a few moments to collect herself, then slowly got up and made her way to the door, oblivious to the rest of the room. 

As she was moving to toward the door she was tapped on the shoulder by a very petite woman with long blonde hair. She was wearing a red silk dress that Angel was sure must have cost a pretty penny, but it fit her fabulously. It showed her every curve to its' best advantage, and she had plenty of them. She had a cute face, with high cheek bones a small, slightly turned up nose and striking ice blue eyes. The woman said something to her, but Angel couldn't quite hear her, so she leaned down and motioned for her to repeat it in her ear. The woman said, 

"I saw what you did to that stripper! I think it was the hottest thing I've ever seen, and I had three orgasms while I watched him ride you."

Angel replied in her ear, "I'm glad you enjoyed the show." Then stood back up and continued through the door out into the lobby. The blonde followed her through the door, across the lobby and out onto the entrance steps. Angel gave the valet her ticket so he could bring her car around. The petite blonde woman stepped up beside her and tapped Angel on the shoulder to get her attention again. When Angel looked at her she said,

"I don't really know how to ask you this except to be very direct," Before she could continue Angel said, 

"I'm sorry but I don't do women." The petite blonde blushed a deep red and looked at her shoes for a second before she could continue. 

"Not me, my husband. I would like for you to come to my home tonight and push that big wonderful cock deep into my husband's virgin ass. Then fuck the living hell out of him!" she finished in a rush. Angel glanced down at the blonde's boobs and her nipples were showing through her dress. She obviously found the proposition quite arousing. "I would of course be willing to compensate you for your time and efforts. Would $2500 be enough?" 

Angel's mouth almost dropped open, but she held her composure and said, "Perhaps. What does your husband look like?" 

The petite blonde reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of a strikingly handsome blonde haired man. He was wearing a white T shirt and cut off jean shorts. Very short cut off jean shorts. He appeared to be fit and trim with some nice legs. Angel thought to herself, 'Heck, I'd fuck him for free!'

The blonde continued, "As a matter of fact, if you dominate him totally, I'll double your fee." She got a far away look in her eyes and it was obvious that she was imagining what that would look like. She started breathing hard and her face became flushed. She closed her eyes and put a hand on Angel's arm to steady herself as a little moan escaped her and her body shuddered. 

After a second she got a grip on herself, and looking up into Angel's eyes with a sheepish smile on her face she said, "I would find that very satisfying indeed!"

The valet had arrived with Angel's BMW 645ci and was waiting with the door open. With one last glance at the picture in her hand Angel said, "If he's a big guy I might not be able to dominate him unless he wants to play along."

"He's only 5' 3", an inch shorter than me." The blonde said with a smile. "In these shoes I tower over him by four inches and besides, he likes tall women so he'll be quite into you. He is very touchy about his height though and acts very dominant. He's always putting me down and ordering me around. I want you to put him in his place and break him so I can get the sex I want from him. Can you do it?"

"I'm sure that I can." Angel replied easily, "I've used my special attributes to teach many men to appreciate being used for a woman's pleasure. What's your address?"

"6469 Lake View Court" The blonde said quickly, then asked. "Do you know where that is?" Angel sure did. There were a lot of very expensive homes out that way. She wasn't sure she knew what she was getting into, but being in a rather adventurous mood she nodded yes as she said, 

"I have a friend that lives near there."

"Great!" the blonde replied. She rummaged in her purse then handed Angel a garage door opener. "Here, use this to get into the garage. Go through the door into the kitchen, you can drop your things there, then go out of the kitchen and across the great room, our master suite is off of the great room. Tell him that I sent you to be his early birthday present. His birthday is next Tuesday so he'll believe that." After the blonde finished her instructions she smiled up at Angel.

Angel thought she looked almost giddy with the anticipation of what was to come. The blondes face was flushed with excitement and her breasts were heaving. Angel asked, "So what's your husband's name?"

"Oh! I guess you would need to know that!" She exclaimed. "His name is Terry. And mine is Jill." She added, extending her hand.

Angel took her hand and said, "I'm Angel. I guess I'll be meeting you at the house?"

"I want things to get started with you two before I get there, so I am going to wait 15 minutes after you leave, then I'll be along." She replied.

Angel said, "Only 15 minutes? I take it your husband is not much on foreplay."

"No." Said Jill, "He is pretty much a quickie kind of guy. He tells me he wants to have sex, get some head, or whatever, then he grabs me and just starts at it with no concern for me at all. I think that the fact that I'm taller than Terry threatens him and he thinks he has to be in constant control of me." 

"I can see why you want me to spend an evening with him." Angel said slowly. "At any rate, I'll take your case, and by the time the sun comes up in the morning your husband Terry will have a new attitude. Not only toward you, but all women."

Later at the house....

Angel set her purse down on the black marble countertop in the kitchen. The house was huge, but it looked like any other house, in any other subdivision. The kitchen was full of stainless steel appliances that looked like they had never been used. 

On the way over Angel had devised a general plan on how to get things started. She was planning on letting him take control at first, then asserting herself after he felt that he had everything under control. Angel stood in the kitchen for a second and took a deep breath. She was a little nervous. After all she was a beautiful woman and she didn't have to take guys against their will. They usually wanted her so bad that they would do anything to be with her. Even if it meant taking her big cock up their ass! 

She'd been forceful in the past, back before she'd had so many men trying to get in her panties. Now she just needed to get back to that mind set. Heck, it had even been quite a rush to struggle with some guy and finally win him over with the help of her big cock. As Angel thought about some of the men she'd 'taken' over the years the old familiar tingling began in her balls and she could feel the excitement growing in her belly. A big smile grew on Angel's face as she easily slipped into the mindset of what she was about to do. 

Angel took some of the gel out of her purse and applied it to the semi hard cock in her panties. That would make it easier to enter him when the time came. She tugged her black nylon thigh highs up a little, straightened her short black mini skirt, and pulled the pink, low cut cashmere sweater down a little more. Her cleavage looked great and so did her impossibly long, hose clad legs. She thought to herself, 'If this guy is only 5'3", and I'm 5'11' plus 4" for the shoes, that makes me 6'3". I'll be a whole foot taller than him! His face is going to be right in my boobs! Of course that would make any man deliriously happy!' With an evil smile she set off across the great room to the door with the light shining under it.

When she got to the door she didn't hesitate at all, just grabbed the handle and with a quick twist opened it and stepped into the room. She turned to the bed that was on her left and there was Terry reading a book under the covers. He looked up startled as Angel struck a pose, placing her left hand on her hip and turning her left leg across her right to show off her long legs. Terry's mouth fell open and he could barely get out the question, 

"Who are you?"

Angel replied in as sultry of a voice as she could muster, "My name is Angel. Your wife Jill sent me over as an early birthday present. She said you like tall girls because we're more fun, and honey, there's a lot of fun for you here." Angel waived her hand down her body as she spoke, but when she said 'here' she indicated her crotch.

Terry didn't notice the subtle warning. He was too busy jumping up out of the bed as he said, "Hell yea! The bigger they are, the easier they fall...onto their backs!" He was standing in front of Angel completely naked and just as she had predicted, his face was right in line with her boobs. He grabbed her in a hug and buried his face in her cleavage, licking and sucking on any exposed flesh his mouth could reach. It was all Angel could do to restrain herself. She had been with this guy for less than a minute and she was already dieing to put him in his place. 

Angel put her arms around his head and pulled his face tightly against her breasts, holding him there until he started to struggle. After a few seconds of him struggling she released him. As he was trying to catch his breath she said coyly, "I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away. I didn't mean to smother you." 

Terry glared up at her and said, "I could have gotten away at any time, I just wanted to let you feel like you were stronger than me." The look in his eyes said otherwise. "I want to do something different anyhow. Get down on your knees and suck on my cock!" he ordered. After having his face pressed against her boobs his cock was rock hard, the reason Angel hadn't felt it pressing against her was because it had been sticking between her legs. He was too short to reach her crotch. Angel appraised his small cock. It was maybe 5" long and kind of thin. It was certainly no match for what Angel had waiting for him in her tight panties. 

Angel didn't mind occasionally sucking on a guy she was about to have sex with. Heck, it was always better if the guy was really turned on before she stuck her hard cock into him, but this time was going to be rather difficult because she didn't like Terry very much. She slowly dropped down onto her knees and then had to actually sit down on the floor to get low enough to take his small cock in her mouth. He might be really good looking, but his attitude was killing everything. She really didn't want to go through with this right now and the only thing that kept her going was thinking of how tight he was going to be on her thick cock. 

Angel easily swallowed his entire cock into her mouth, then started sucking and working her tongue along it. Terry gasped and moaned as Angel worked him over with her mouth. She rubbed her hands up along his legs, then over onto his muscular butt. 'Ok.' She thought to herself. 'He does have a great ass and legs.' As she gripped his ass cheeks she could feel her cock growing in anticipation of the penetration that was soon to come. He was putty in her mouth as she slipped the middle finger on her right hand between his butt cheeks and into his tight virgin ass. At first he struggled for a second, but when she started to caress his prostrate he gave in and moaned in ecstasy. Even though she hadn't wanted to suck him things weren't going too badly. That is until he started to talk.

"OOO baby, you're hungry for my big cock, aren't you! You just can't get enough of it as I fill your hot mouth. Come on baby, try to take it all in your mouth!" His eyes were closed and his head tilted back as Angel shot him a scathing look up across his belly. 'What and idiot!' she thought.

Angel slipped her pointer finger into his ass along side her middle one. He gasped again and without any warning exploded into her mouth. Angel easily held the small amount of cum he ejaculated in her mouth. Terry collapsed back onto the bed, totally spent. As he lay there breathing hard he said, "That was great honey! You can go home now; I want to save something for my little slut of a wife, Jill."

Angel reached down between her legs and released her stiffening cock. It was pressing against the front of her tight black mini skirt as she stood up to look down on Terry. The way the light was in the room he couldn't see the outline of her cock against the mini skirt. Not yet, anyway. He was quite smug as he looked up at Angel. Without breaking eye contact, she turned her head to one side, and spit his cum on the floor.

He was amazed as he looked at the floor and then back up into her eyes. In a strained voice he said, "That was totally uncalled for. Now get down there and clean it up!"

Angel smiled a wicked little smile as she towered over him. She sneered, "Not until you return the favor.", and with a quick tug pulled up her skirt, exposing her big dick. The look of shock on Terry's face made Angel laugh out loud. "I guess you're not so cock-sure now." She didn't wait for him to answer as she jumped on top of him and held him down. She rubbed her large cock against his small one while he struggled, trying to get away. His struggles were in vain. She had a hand on each wrist and her legs were across his, holding them down. The fear in his eyes was giving Angel quite a thrill. She might not have done this for a long while, but the old feeling of power was quickly flooding back into her. Her cock was close to his and the obvious difference in size was incredible. "Look down at our dicks." She ordered, but he closed his eyes. Angel took her right hand off of his wrist and with a quick cat like move she slapped him hard across the face. Tears began to spill from his eyes. "LOOK!" she roared.

Terry slowly lifted his head up and peered down past her pink, sweater clad boobs to where their cocks laid side by side. Angel's cock looked simply huge compared to his much smaller one. He dropped his head back down onto the bed and the tears began to run down his cheeks toward his ears. With a lump in his throat he said quietly, "I don't care what she's paying you. I'll triple it."




Attitude Adjustment



Now it was Angel's turn to be amazed. Obviously he knew what he was doing to his wife when he treated her like shit and that was all the more reason for Angel to break him. She leaned down close to his face and said in a menacing tone, "Why you little shit! Money is not the issue here! You've been treating your wife like a slave and now it's caught up with you. Men need to know that their place in life is to worship women. No matter if she's a hung like me or is a woman like your wife. So you and I are going to spend the rest of the evening adjusting your attitude toward women. Of course, spending a night with my big cock in your ass will have a profound affect on how you view women and interact with them."

Angel's feet were already hooked on the inside of Terry's ankles so she smoothly forced his legs apart. She put his arms together above his head and held both his wrists with one hand. Her hose encased legs were slippery, and even though he tried to resist he couldn't do a thing to stop her. Angel spread his legs as wide as possible with hers, gripped her lubed up penis, and placed the head of it against his tight little asshole. A whimper escaped Terry before Angel even started pushing and he pleaded in a whisper, "Please don't."

Angel was unmoved as she looked deep into his eyes and began to tighten her abdominal muscles, pulling her hips forward and pushing the tip of her swollen cock firmly against his tight sphincter. In the kitchen she had applied a liberal amount of lube to her cock and most of it was still on her, so as she held steady pressure against him she could feel the slippery tip slowly forcing him open. Terry squeezed his asshole tightly shut which stopped her progress for a few seconds, but he couldn't hold it for long and soon her cock head easily forced its way into him. When the rim around her cock head passed through his asshole it almost felt as though his sphincter snapped shut around her shaft. Terry gasped with pain; Angel moaned with pleasure. The look of pain on his face told her he would never forget this moment. Tears kept sliding down the sides of his face, running into his ears as he whimpered and tried to struggle feebly. Angel kept up the steady pressure and continued to slowly feed him the rest of her long, thick cock. She reveled in the feeling of her shaft slowly and steadily penetrating his unwilling sphincter. Terry began to breathe shallowly as inch after inch of her monster cock took up ever more space inside of him. Angel leaned farther up over him as she impaled him with her insatiable penis, adjusting her legs without stopping her forward motion, she continued to push and as the last inch of her throbbing dick disappeared into him, her breasts came to a stop right over his face. 

Angel couldn't talk into Terry's ear anymore so she just asked out loud. "How does it feel to have a woman's big cock in your ass? Just look at those nice big breasts in your face, my long blonde hair, my narrow waist with my short mini skirt pulled up around it, and my long hose clad legs forcing yours apart. Even my feet have stylish 4" pumps on them. There can be no doubt in your mind that the hard cock lodged in your ass is attached to a beautiful woman." 

Terry let out a snort and in between pants said, "You may look like a woman..., but you're really....just a beautiful man." 

"Yes, there are those that feel that way, but I know the truth." Angel said. "I have always been a woman inside. I have always felt attracted to men, always found fashion and makeup more interesting than cars or sports. As a young girl in high school I was planning to have my penis removed as soon as I could afford the surgery. I always dressed as a girl and even made the cheerleading team. I dated a few guys, but I never did anything but make out with them and give the occasional hand job. Afterwards, I would go home and lock myself in the bathroom to masturbate, while I imagined them fucking me with their cocks. I knew my cock was bigger than any of the guys I dated, and sometimes I tried to imagine what their reaction would be if they knew about my big secret. I figured they would run away screaming. One night my new boyfriend scored some wine from a local pony keg and we went parking. We got drunk and were making out like crazy. We started to feel each other up and things were getting out of hand fast. Even though I knew I should stop him, I let him push my skirt up and reach in my panties. When he hauled out my big cock, his mouth dropped open in amazement. In my state of drunken arousal I thought that his open mouth looked like a great idea, so I quickly pushed it down over my stiffening cock. At first I had to hold his head in place with both hands as he struggled to pull away from me. I drunkenly humped his mouth while he continued to struggle. It took a while, but he finally gave in and got in the groove. It was my first blow job and it felt great! It only took about five minutes of eager attention from his willing mouth and I blew a huge load down his throat. I was in complete heaven as he choked and gagged on my come. He looked up at me from my crotch, and with some of my come oozing down his chin he said, 'I've never had a girlfriend like you!' I looked down at him and felt so powerful and in command that I suddenly knew this was the way things were supposed to be. I told him to get those pants off and I'd be his best damn girlfriend ever. Without hesitation his pants hit the floor, and I never looked back. I just crawled between his legs, shoved my big cock in his ass, and fucked the hell out of him. He howled in pain the first time I pushed my cock into him and even though I wanted to be gentle, I just couldn't go slowly. His tight asshole felt so fabulous around my big throbbing girl cock that I just kept pushing until I was all the way inside him. He started off groaning and moaning in pain, but after a while he was gripping my ass cheeks with his hands and pulling me even deeper into him." Angel stopped to chuckle for a moment then continued, "We were having such a good time that while I was getting ready to shoot my load in him for the sixth time that night, a cop car pulled up, and we didn't even know it. When the cop shined his light in the open window, what he saw was me on top of my boyfriend. My skirt was up around my waist and my pink panty covered ass was bobbing up and down. But instead of me riding my boyfriend's cock, I was between his legs with my fat cock pumping in and out of his tightly stretched asshole. I'm sure the cop saw my big dick disappearing again and again into my boyfriend while my big balls slapped against his ass. Oblivious of the policeman, I kept pounding my cock into my boyfriend, until I came hard in his ass. As soon as I finished coming the cop barked 'What do you kids think you're doing?' I jumped up off of my boyfriend and was sitting there in shock with my cock still hard and pointing straight up from my crotch. My boyfriend was struggling to gather himself together, all the while saying 'Shit, shit, shit' under his breath. The cop shined his light up and down my body. First he stopped at my small B cup breasts, then he moved his light on down to my hard cock, which was poking way up past the edge of my short skirt. I saw him lick his lips nervously as he looked as my big dick. He shined the light back in my face and said, 'Please step out of the car ....err....miss.' I did as I was told and as soon as I got out I could see how nervous he was by how much his flashlight was shaking. I don't know what came over me, but my cock was rock hard and I was still feeling very powerful and in control. I reached out and gripped his shoulders, he didn't resist, so I backed him up against the car. I gently pushed him down into a sitting position with his head against the car. This brought his face level with my cock. As I moved closer to him, his mouth opened and I pushed my hard dick into it. I started fucking his mouth slowly at first, but I steadily increased the tempo a little with each thrust. His head was trapped between my thrusting hips and the side of the car as I pumped deeper and deeper into his mouth. After a few minutes he got control of his gag reflex and I started going down his throat some. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled up my bra to expose my breasts. I started rubbing my tits and pinching my nipples as I leaned over him and watched in fascination as he took more and more of my cock with each thrust. I had already come six times that night, so it was going to take a while before I came again. I put my hands up on the edge of the car roof and worked my hips as I looked past my bouncing boobs deep into his eyes. I was doing every sexy thing that I'd ever seen another woman do, trying to give the cop the best mouth fucking he'd ever get. I wasn't too close to coming yet, so it surprised me when he closed his eyes and shot his load into his pants. When he reopened his eyes I could see in them that he was now ashamed about what was happening. That kind of pissed me off, but I wasn't about to stop and if anything I started to pump his mouth even harder. He was whimpering and tears started to run down his cheeks as he took my thrusting cock down in his throat. It took a while, but he could finally tell by my breathing that I was getting close to an orgasm. He obviously wanted to get this over with, so he reached his hands up and started squeezing my tits while he pinched the nipples. I held off my orgasm as long as I could, but when he started playing with my boobs I couldn't hold out any longer. I arched my back and without any regard for him, shoved the entire length of my cock down his throat. I shot a big spurt of come into him, pulled back and shoved my cock all the way in again as I shot another big spurt deep in his throat. I repeated that for each of the five shots I squirted into him. I heard a groan from inside the car and realized that my boyfriend had been watching me fuck the cop's mouth in the rearview mirror and was having an orgasm of his own. I took my hands from the edge of the car roof and pulled my cock out of his mouth. For the first time that night my cock began to go limp. I stood over him and pulled my bra back down over my pert breasts and buttoned up my blouse. Then with my crotch still very close to his face, I slowly put my cock back inside my panties. All the while he watched me with an ashamed look on his face. I smoothed my skirt one final time and stepped away from him. My boyfriend started the car and I opened the door to jump in which set the cop scrambling to get out of the way as we sped off into the darkness. After that night, I knew that I was born to fuck men with my cock. The money I'd saved up for removing my cock, I wound up spending on bigger breasts. These boobs are great guy magnets, men can't keep their hands off of them. Once they get my cock all hard and horny they have to take it in their ass, I will allow no other option. Sometimes they do struggle and fight, but they always love it by the time I come in them, and you won't be an exception."

Terry was still breathing hard but not gasping for breath anymore. Angel pulled her cock back a few inches and pushed it back into him. He winced in pain and struggled feebly, but his ass seemed to be adjusting to girth of her cock. Angel continued to do this for a few minutes before she lengthened her stroke and increased the tempo. Terry's face was pinched with the pain she was causing, but Angel didn't care. His sphincter was so tight it felt great as it gripped her ass hungry cock. Angel steadily fucked him for the next 30 minutes until she noticed that Terry wasn't struggling anymore. His fast breathing was being driven more from excitement than pain. 

Angel let go of his hands and grabbed his right ankle. She then spun him over onto his belly while keeping her big cock in him. Grabbing his hips, she continued fucking him doggy style. "I love fucking a guy doggy style!" She announced. "It shows how in control I am, because in this position it's all about what feels good to me." As she crammed his ass full of her cock over and over, she noticed there was a big mirror above the dresser at the foot of the bed. Angel slapped his ass hard and said, "Watch me in the mirror as I fuck you. Isn't that an awesome sight?" When he didn't look she slapped him harder on the ass and yelled, "WATCH ME!" 

Terry slowly looked into the mirror and when he did there was no way he could ignore what was happening. He could see Angel, still fully dressed, with her skirt pulled up and her cock filling his ass. Her tits were bouncing in her sweater with each hard thrust and she was looking him in the eyes through the mirror. He was totally naked and looked completely vulnerable as she gripped his hips and pounded his ass with her cock. As he watched he felt a mass of conflicting emotions. Terry was humiliated and ashamed about what was happening to him, and yet he had to admit that he found the humiliation very.....erotic. Now that he was watching, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Angel took notice of this and said, "You like watching me fuck you. You think it's cool that I'm a hot looking blonde with her hard cock stuck in you. Aren't you the lucky one to be giving me the pleasure I'm feeling right now?" Angel grabbed the bottom of her sweater and hauled it over her head. She tossed it on the floor, then reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands while she continued to thrust into him. He watched as she played with her breasts. Squeezing them and pinching the nipples through the fabric of the bra cups. Angel leaned back her head and moaned loudly as she ground her hips against his ass, making her cock move his insides around. 

That was when Terry thought he'd found a chance to make a get away. He couldn't take the humiliation any longer so he lunged away from Angel. But she was ready for that move and had actually been baiting him by seeming not to pay attention to him. Angel had great reflexes, her lighting quick hands grabbed his hips, and with a great shove she rammed the entire length of her meaty cock back into him as far as it could humanly go. Terry screamed. Spots exploded before his eyes and he almost passed out from the pain as he collapsed face first onto the bed. 

Angel held him tightly on her cock as he wept into the bed covers. She let him cry for a few moments then said quietly, "Don't ever try to pull off of me again. Because if you do, I'll pound you in the ass like I just did, for as long as I can stand to do it. Nod if you understand." Terry nodded slowly. 

Angel started to pump is tight ass again and now that his face was buried in the bed spread she could get her cock in him all the way to the very base with each thrust. She slowly pulled back until the rim of her cock head bumped the inside of his super tight sphincter, then pushed all the way back into him. Angel thought to herself, 'I might not like him much, but this ass feels wonderful!' While she took her time stroking his tight ass, he was slowly becoming accustomed to having her inside him. The pain was turning to pleasure and Angel could feel the change in his body as he adjusted to her invading penis. She decided it was time for a new position so she gripped his waist and rolled him onto his left side while she once again kept her cock inside him. Gripping his right ankle she rolled him onto his back and placed his ankles on her shoulders. She held his legs against her and using just her hips humped his ass while she proceeded to slowly remove her bra. It was a front clasp bra so she could hold his legs as she undid it. Once she had it unclasped she shrugged it from her shoulders. 

Angel looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm tired of playing with my own tits. That's a job for the man I'm fucking. When my cock is inside a man I expect him to be doing everything he can to pleasure me. He should be rubbing his hands all over my body, kissing any part of me he can get his mouth on, playing with my boobs whenever he can touch them and definitely sucking on the nipples. I expect him to eagerly be pulling me deeper into him with his hands or hooking his feet under my ass to encourage me to fuck him harder. He should never be playing with his own cock! His hands should be busy with my body. If I want his cock to be pleasured I'll tell him to do it, or if I'm really feeling nice I might do it for him."

Angel gripped his ankles and spread his legs as she leaned down and put her tits in his face. She looked down and one of her boobs looked almost as big as his head. Angel commanded, "Play with my tits and suck on my nipples!" 

Terry reached up and took a large breast in each hand. They were so warm and firm! He took a nipple is his mouth and genuinely applied himself to trying to make her feel good. Angel moaned and pushed her breast a little harder against his face, but tried not to smother him this time. Since he was just starting to come around to his new position in life, she didn't want to overdo the punishment part of his training. If you did, sometimes all your hard work would implode and then your man would always fight you instead of becoming the pleasurable partner you were trying to create. Though she did know some t-girls that loved that kind of conquest night after night, Jill hadn't requested that, she just wanted him broken. 

Angel started to gently bring Terry full circle and encourage him to find the pleasure that is serving a woman, especially one like her. Angel made a mental note to advise Jill to buy a nice big strap-on to use on Terry occasionally, because after being with Angel he would need it, and that would also solidify Jill's dominance over him. Nothing makes a man feel completely subservient to a woman like having her fuck him in the ass. Terry started to moan in pleasure as he played with Angel's tits and sucked on her nipples. He was going after her boobs like he couldn't get enough of them and his heels were hooked under her butt cheeks pulling her into him eagerly. Angel knew he was ready for the next phase of his training.

Angel let go of his ankles and pulled him up tightly against her body, then she rolled over onto her back. She pushed him up into a sitting position and slid her hands down to hold loosely onto his waist. Without missing a beat he began to move up and down on her cock all by himself. He put a hand on each breast and continued to squeeze them and pinch her nipples. Angel took her hands off of his waist and put them behind her head as she laid there watching him work her cock. He ran his hands up to her shoulders leaning down to lick and suck on her nipples. Then after a few minutes he sat back up while running his hands down along her ribcage. Terry was bouncing up and down on Angel's cock like a pro, doing everything he could to please her.

Angel enjoyed relaxing on her back watching Terry as he rode her cock and pleasured her. She spent a while watching him as he impaled himself again and again on her big cock. Terry knew he should be outraged at the situation he was in, but he just couldn't get enough of her hard cock. It felt so good to have her inside him! Jill had always submitted to him sexually, but he never thought she really enjoyed it. With Angel's hard cock filling his ass there could be no doubt that this woman wanted to be doing exactly what she was doing and Terry found that to be a great turn-on!

Angel was getting close to coming, and when she came she wanted there to be no doubts in his head that she was in complete control. So she leaned forward, and gripping Terry's body to hers again, she scooted to the edge of the bed. He was the smallest man she'd ever had her cock inside and that was going to provide her with an opportunity to do something she didn't get to do very often. Once she was on the edge of the bed she got a good grip on Terry's ass. His legs were wrapped around her waist and squeezing her tightly as she gathered her own shapely legs under her and stood up. 




Attitude Adjustment



The amazed look on Terry's face spoke volumes. He couldn't believe he was being held in a woman's arms while she fucked him in the ass with her cock. He looked over in the mirror and the sight was incredible! Angel's legs were spread some, bent at the knees, and looked a mile long. Her ass was peeking out from under the edge of her skirt as she pumped it back and forth shoving her big cock eagerly into his tight ass. As he watched what Angel was doing to him in the mirror, the last of his male resolve faded away and the realization that he loved what was happening flooded over him. He knew that he was a changed man forever. He loved what Angel was doing, but in his heart he wanted it to be Jill. He was ashamed now for how he'd treated her and denied her the pleasure she'd sought from him for so long. He couldn't wait to give her all the pleasure she wanted. 

Terry looked at Angel's beautiful face as she leaned him back away from her body some so she could penetrate him fully when she came in his ass. Her breasts were bouncing hard as she rammed herself into him over and over. Angel was close to coming, but still in complete control as she looked him in the eye and asked, "Are you ready to have my womanly come fill your insides? Are you ready to submit to the wonderful feeling that comes from giving pleasure to your partner as she fills you with her loving juices?" Terry nodded his head yes. "Say it then." Angel commanded. "Tell me you want me to fill you with my come!" 

Terry cried out, "Please come inside me Angel! I want you to fill me with your womanly come!" Angel looked deeply into his eyes, shoved her big cock all the way into his ass and exploded deep inside him. She pumped spurt after scorching spurt deep into his hot bowels. Terry shot his load all over his own stomach as he felt her come spraying inside him. 

A few seconds after they finished their orgasms they heard the sounds of someone else having an orgasm. They both looked to the door of the bedroom at the same time and saw Jill standing there with her red dress up, pumping a nice fat 7" cock with her fist as the last few drops of her come dripped on the floor. 

Terry squealed, "Jill!" and squirmed out of Angel's grasp. He scrambled over to Jill and drop to his knees at her feet. He said, "Oh Honey, I'm so sorry! I've been such a jerk! Please forgive me!" Without waiting for a reply from Jill, he opened his mouth and immediately took all of her cock into it. He reached his hands around onto her butt cheeks and began sucking on her like there was no tomorrow. 

Jill giggled and said, "Easy baby!" As she put her hands on his head to slow him down. "You've got the rest of you life to be my little cock slave!" Jill laughed some more and smiled as she looked up at Angel who was pulling her sweater back on. Jill said to her, "How can I ever thank you enough! I have dreamed of this for so long, I can't believe it's finally happened!" Terry continued to make slurping noises from Jill's crotch as he sucked on her cock and rubbed her body with his hands. Jill chuckled again and said to Angel, "You've done a great job and it looks like I'm going to have my hands full the rest of the weekend. Name your price! What ever it is, I'll pay it!"

Angel smiled as she replied, "Jill, I couldn't possibly accept anything from you. All I've done is set something that was wrong back to right. Though I have to admit, I had no idea that you were such a special woman, you're so cute I just assumed you were a plain woman."

"Yea, that's what Terry thought when we got married." Jill explained with a sheepish grin. "I shouldn't have done that to him, but I was so afraid I'd loose him I just never got around to telling him." 

"Wow! I bet that was a big surprise!" Angel said in an amazed tone. 

Jill closed her eyes for a moment, moaned, and then slowly explained, "We'd been drinking at the reception so neither one of us was feeling much pain when we got to our room. We were making out like teenagers and our hands were all over each other. My panties were stretched so tight that any second I expected to hear fabric ripping, and I was so horny that I knew I couldn't wait another second without having him. I pulled up my wedding dress and whipped out my hard cock. I shoved him to his knees and pushed my cock in his face. When he opened his mouth to try to say something I popped my cock right into his mouth. "Unlike you in your story, I was ready to explode as soon as my cock hit his mouth, so within a couple of minutes I was coming hard down his throat. After I came, I let go of him and he jumped up spitting and screaming. We fought the rest of the night and nobody got laid. He was resolute that the only way we were staying married is if I kept my cock to myself. He didn't touch it again, but boy is he touching it now!" Jill moaned some more then continued, "I rolled over and took it from him, and have been for the last 7 years. I guess maybe the seven year itch got me and I decided I wasn't going to take it anymore. That's why I was at the show tonight. I was hoping to do what you did with that stripper, but I didn't have the nerve. When I saw you take his ass so easily and confidently, I knew you were the answer to my prayers." Another moan escaped Jill and this one was very close to an orgasm so Angel said,

"Why don't I let you get caught up on the sex you've been wanting from Terry? I'll just let myself out." With a smirk on her face Angel started to slip past Jill out the bedroom door. As Angel passed her, Jill took one hand off of Terry's head and grabbed her arm. 

It was getting difficult for Jill to speak because she was so close to coming, but she gasped out, "You have to let me give you something!"

Angel smiled and said, "No. Just think of me as your friendly neighborhood T-Girl, going out and about putting men in their place, and setting relationships right!"

Jill laughed and replied, "Yea, like a T-Girl superhero!" Then she gripped Terry's head and with a loud groan started to come hard in his mouth.

Angel watched Jill come down Terry's throat and thought, 'Hummm. T-Girl Superhero. I do look damn good in spandex, just maybe....' And with that, Angel left the house in a rather thoughtful mood.

Holy Hard-on T-Girl lovers! Does this spell trouble for all the men out there that act like assholes? Are they in jeopardy of our heroin adjusting their attitudes with her hard cock? Could Foxy Angel be any sexier than wearing a spandex suit with her big, hard, dick bulging down the inside of her long, shapely thigh? We'll just have to wait and see what happens next! Remember, same cock stroking time, same cock stroking web site!



Attitude Adjustment



Its six am and you're bitching already. I know you had a rough night last night, but how on earth does anyone wake up angry? I burrow down under the covers. Hiding from your mood. I hear your exasperated sigh; can almost feel you rolling your eyes at me.  

Dim morning light barely filters through the comforter. The air is stale and warm. Almost stifling. I don't want to stay, but I don't want to come out either. I don't blame you for being in a shitty mood, but that doesn't mean I want to deal with it. 

Slowly but surely an idea takes hold and a smile creeps across my face. 

I feel my way with my hands, your thighs tensing and relaxing as my fingers find them and follow them. Down. Back up. Slowly. Over your hips. Tugging at the waistband of your pajamas. 

I drop little kisses on your belly as I work them down over your hips. And lower. You're getting hard already, but not fully there yet. I kiss your thigh, nibbling a bit, and feel you swell against my cheek. 

From outside of the covers I hear you sigh and I smile. You're not exasperated anymore. You shift one leg, bending your knee to give me room to climb between your legs- part invitation and part demand. I accept both. My hands are on the insides of your thighs now and you're moving your hips. I know what you want. 

Not yet. 

I press my lips to that soft vulnerable spot right at the junction of leg, hip and groin. Rubbing my cheek against the silky skin of your swelling dick- on purpose this time. Letting my hot breath spill out, inhaling it right back in with the concentrated scent of you. 

Stifled under these sheets I suddenly feel urgent and demanding. I open my mouth wide and suck one of your balls into it, swirling my tongue against it as it tightens. You grunt and jerk and I feel the weight of your hand on my head through the sheets. I suck harder, pulling away, and let it pop out of my mouth, immediately moving to the other one. 

Your dick is fully hard now and bobbing around with a mind of its own, bumping my nose and forehead in its search for somewhere warm and wet to bury itself. I squeeze your thighs to keep myself from fisting you, stroking you, pumping you until you explode. 

Not yet. 

My tongue presses between your balls, massaging, separating them, sliding upto the base of your dick, slowly spreading spit up the ridge along the underside of your shaft. All the way to that spot just under the head, pressing there in little circles, exhaling over the tight skin at the head. I see the drop form in the muted darkness and I want to taste it. 

Not yet. 

Back down to the base, I lick slowly up the left side, the the right, underneath again, you're shifting constantly now, dying for me to take you in my mouth and suck. I am too. 

Not yet. 

I keep licking, teasing you with my fingertips on your belly, thighs, balls. You shove your hands under the sheets and grab my ponytail, steering me where you want me to go. I wonder if you can hear my giggle. 

Your other hand fists your dick and you blindly try to get it in my mouth, thumping it against my cheeks and lips. I take pity and close both hands around yours, stilling you so I can drag my tongue slowly over the head of your dick, the long low moan you make making me squirm with my own need to be touched. 

I close my lips around the head and suck. Hard. My tongue swirling around and around. Flicking the little hole at the tip. Tasting the liquid leaking out. 

You move your hand out of the way, turning me loose, stroking my cheek, feeling the way my lips are stretched around you, my jaw straining as I take you deeper, my cheeks hollowing as I suck. 

More, I want more. My lips reach my hand and I squeeze and suck at the same time. Your hips lift up as you press the back of my head with both hands, lodging yourself in my throat. I gag and try to swallow around you while your fingers tangle in my hair painfully, holding me in place. 

I know you love this. I do too. It makes me feel powerful, being able to take your anger and turn it into something else. 

You start thrusting into me, fucking my mouth. Still not quite able to breathe, my tongue undulates wildy against your shaft and my fingers let go of your dick to grasp your hips, turning control over to you. I can't help writhing with anticipation. 

I want you to come. I need you to. 

You pull me up by my hair so I can catch my breath- as if I could in the smothering darkness. I don't care. I plunge back down, in attack mode, fully focused on one thing. 

Come. Come in my mouth. Let me feel you swell and throb. Let me taste you. Make me swallow it down and keep sucking as you soften in my mouth, leaving me somewhere between sated and dying with my own need, my cheek resting on your thigh, your hands tangled in my ruined ponytail. Hiding under the covers. 

I hope you're in a better mood. I could really use some coffee.