In the Dressing Room

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Aphrodite at the Flesh Pot

Aphrodite enjoyed being a goddess. It gave her the freedom to come and go as she pleased, do as she wished, and have what she wanted. That’s not to say she was a greedy, selfish, or uncaring goddess. Quite the contrary; she was the goddess of love, passion and carnality. She did not desire possessions or power. She craved the touch of the human body, and she gave as good as she got.

Tonight she was going to a favorite of hers: the Flesh Pot, a meat market filled to the brim with humans who wanted nothing more than a night of raw, unbridled sex. Adjusting her appearance, she regarded herself in a full-length mirror. This was one of her favorite looks; a svelte brunette with shoulder length hair, perky breasts, bright green eyes and a killer ass. Someone (or two?) was going to get VERY lucky tonight!

The music at the Flesh Pot was thumping as Aphrodite made her entrance. She never did it intentionally, but being the goddess of love makes being inconspicuous rather difficult. The skin-tight black latex dress which barely covered her didn’t help, nor did the leather Fuck-Me boots. Her makeup was flawless, as were the lines of her body. She wanted there to be no mistake about what she was there to get...and give!

Eyes turned to drink in her beauty as she wound her way through the pulsing, sweating dance crowd, hands brushing lightly against writhing bodies, firm rounded ass rubbing against others, the thin layer of rubber separating them by molecules. Heads turned to watch her with desire as she passed by, male and female alike. She loved the feel of the eyes undressing her; they made her heat up with liquid desire, straining to explode on anyone fortunate enough to be in range.

Oops! Did she just drop her clutch? She had! Well, nothing to do other than reach down and retrieve it. Keeping her left leg straight, bending her right leg slightly out in front of her, she bowed at the waist with flexibility any ballerina would admire. She felt the sizzling heat of eyes stroking the gleaming black rubber just barely covering her shaved pussy, admiring the sweet roundness of her ass. Grasping the clutch lightly between two delicate yet talented fingers, she righted herself, turned her head to look over her shoulder, and gave a coy smile to her admirers. She could sense in her very core the hardness of their cocks, the wetness of their pussies.

Aphrodite found herself a seat at the bar without difficulty. She always found a waiting seat; it was not any godly powers, it was simply some ravenously horny man giving up his seat in an attempt to penetrate her. Sometimes it worked! She ordered a drink (which she never consumed; why waste your time with alcohol when there’s Nectar?) and once it arrived proceeded to play seductively with the swizzle stick, stirring her drink in lazy swirls, then pulling the swizzle from the glass and running it maddeningly over her lips and tongue.

“What would it be tonight,” she thought to herself, heart pounding in time with the music, pussy throbbing in anticipation. Her mouth needed some action, too. “A blowjob for some lucky cock? A thorough tongue-lashing for some eager, yet uninitiated clit? Maybe both at the same time?” No, she had that planned for her earthly friends’ “Come as You Bizarre” party. Mmm...Was she ever looking forward to that threesome! Surveying the landscape around her, she settled on a quiet guy sitting alone at a table. There were two drinks in front of him, but one was half-full, the ice having long melted. He looked a little forlorn. Time to take his mind off the bitch that deserted him and suck his brains out.

Not much for bothering with subtleties (she had long ago discovered that humans pretended that they like things subtle, but they really just wanted someone to come out and say, “I really would like to suck your cock,”) She sauntered over to his table, sat in the chair opposite him, leaned in and said, “I really would like to suck your cock.”

Aphrodite was always careful to time statements like that carefully, so as not to end up with a face full of spit-take. He was cute, in a non-movie star sort of way, and when his deep blue eyes finally stopped blinking, trying to see if she was real, all he could manage to say was, “I beg your pardon?”

Knowing how fantastic her tits looked strapped down by the shiny rubber, nipples straining to pierce the fabric, she leaned in further and repeated, “I really would like to suck your cock right now, and no, this isn’t some kind of joke.” She sidled her chair over next to him and placed a hand on his inner thigh. “Whoever she is, she’s gone now, and she’s not coming back. You can either sit there like some pathetic loser, or you can come with me into the ladies room and get your cock sucked by someone with a mouth that can suck the spots off of dice.” With that she stood up, pausing long enough to brush her hand against his already rock-hard cock, walked three steps away and stopped.

Pivoting on one gleaming steel spike heel, she looked him in the eye and said, “I can make you come with one finger…” His eyes bugged a little and he swallowed hard. She beckoned him with one finger, said, “Come,” and walked away toward the ladies room. She knew he would follow.
One reason Aphrodite chose the Flesh Pot was because the ladies room was immaculate. Painted a muted burgundy, it had a foyer with a couch and chair (she always wondered why…) and plenty of clean, large stalls. It was almost as if the designer had had fucking in mind. She smiled…perhaps he had.

Pausing briefly at the door, she saw her man was right behind her. Looking quickly to the left and right, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him brusquely in after her. There were two young girls at the mirror fixing their makeup and worrying their hair; they looked up as Aphrodite walked by, man in tow, and smiled to each other as she pushed him into a stall.

“Wha…what’s your name?” he asked, trying to make small talk.

“Doesn’t really matter, does it?” she replied in a pleasant voice. “We’re not going to be doing much talking.” With that she pulled off his tie, grabbed his arms and lashed his wrists together with it. Forcing him up against the now closed door, she tied his arms over his head to the hook behind him. He began to protest, but she silenced him with a kiss involving lips, tongue, and hand rubbing his cock. He knew enough to shut up and enjoy the ride.

Unbuckling his belt, she slid his pant down to find his penis hidden behind plaid boxer shorts. No match for her, the shorts were quickly down around his ankles. Was she good, or was she good? Aphrodite had a talent for sensing the guys with the big cocks. Not monstrously big; what the hell do you do with all that extra meat? Won’t fit in the meat locker, if you know what I mean. His cock was at full attention now, small pearl of pre-cum forming on the tip. She loved that…it was like the juiciest part of the steak…to be savored, to be relished, to be sipped up with wonderfully pursed ruby-red lips, then lost as she suddenly sucked the length of his throbbing hot cock into her throat. She kept it there, massaging it firmly with her lips, her tongue, her throat. He gasped and stiffened, then moaned loudly as she began to pump her head up and down the wet shaft.

This is what she was best at. Of course, being a goddess she was also great at fucking, BDSM, cock-teasing, orgies and everything else having to do with sex. And she never tired of it. Her head moved up and down the glistening cock and she began humming an ancient tune. His crotch cobra was vibrating in unison with her song, and her man was breathing heavily. Taking his cock out of her mouth (but never for long…it would never due to let it get chilly!) she ran her lips slowly…so slowly up and down his slickened shaft. She could feel the heat in his body. After several minutes of lollipopping his cock she rocked back slightly, just enough to get clearance around his rock-hard fuck pole, and pulled the top of her dress down so her playmate could get a nice ,long look at her picture perfect tits. Aphrodite hated the look of fake tits…they were unnatural globes that defied gravity. Tonight hers were all natural; firm yet a little on the small side. They stayed where she wanted them to, had killer nipples, and shook so amazingly when she shimmied her body back and forth. He was having a great time, and he deserved the full show.

Grabbing his shining member with one hand she ran her free hand over his balls. He didn’t wince. She wished more men would let her play with their ball and what lay beyond. She was gentle, and if they would just get over it, they would know how fucking hot it was! She could read this guy; he wasn’t going to stop her no matter what she did. Aphrodite pumped his cock firmly as she squeezed his balls gently. He moaned again, and she was quite certain she could hear whispering and giggling outside the stall. Good! Let them learn.

She wasn’t going to let him come too soon, and by the looks of it, he was going to. The Goddess of Love backed off, slowing her rhythm so the cum could settle once more. He would cover her when she wanted him to, and not before. She was looking forward the salty-sweet taste of it as it filled her mouth and slid down her throat.

With a gentle pressure on the inside of his thighs she made him spread his legs more. She bent down further, lifting his manly banister out of the way, and began to flick her tongue over the sensitive spot right behind his balls. She licked tenderly, as if she were licking butter off the wings of a butterfly. It was a talent she was born with…and she loved to use it. She couldn’t get away from the taste, that salty, manly, primordial taste that made the blood pound in her ears and the breath rasp in her lungs. She kept pumping his cock slowly, tugging just enough to make him lose touch with reality with each stroke. She could make him come right now if she wanted; he was that ready. But no, she licked further back, trailing the fingers of her free hand over his ass, nails making temporary red trails over his firm flesh. He had a great ass!

It was getting near time for him to explode. She could deny him no longer. Coming up, she pulled his cock into her mouth once more and pumped up and down, up and down, up and down. Aphrodite knew exactly how much pressure to apply and how fast to go. She slowly increased her pace, her spit drenching his cock, running down his ball, wetting her chin. Marvelous! Now she had things in hand with his pleasure, it was time to add to her own. Reaching down her free hand (her right was still pumping up and down the shaft of his hard throbbing cock, keeping time with her mouth as he face-fucked her,) she pulled up the rubber hem of her dress, revealing the absence of panties. Her snatch was soaking already; she rubbed the lips between two fingers, sandwiching her clit between. As she rolled it between her moistened fingers, she moaned deeply. Her man moaned a split second later, the vibrations of her throat sending his cock into hard, deep, pounding spasms. As she thrust first one, then two fingers into her cunt, finger fucking herself with consummate expertise, she increased to pressure on his cock, making him face fuck her even harder.

His penis pounded into her mouth, pounded with raw carnal energy, fucking her mouth as if it were the pussy her fingers now slid in and out of. Taking her right hand off his penis for a moment she reached down and squeezed first one tit, then the other, pinching and pulling at her nipples. She loved the feel of her nipples being pulled, sucked, and bitten; it made her cunt twitch just to think about it. Her fingers worked even harder, a third moistened by her pussy juices, then sliding effortlessly into her ass.

He was ready to come. He was moaning loudly now, and yes, the girls were definitely still outside listening; they made no effort to hide their presence now. She tightened her mouth around his cock, taking her left hand away from her pussy so she could rub his balls and squeeze them, which made him pump even harder, although she had not thought it possible. His moaning was increasing in pitch, and she could feel the cum rising. Taking her mouth away from his cock, she pumped it hard with her hand while holding her mouth wide open in front of it. Just a few more, she thought, then all that juicy cum would be mine! He began to buck, and as she stroked, his cock sprayed hot cum into the air, landing on her right eye, her cheeks, her chin, and then what seemed like gallons into her mouth. He kept pumping, and so did she. Cum pumped out for what seemed ages, until finally he began to slow. Aphrodite sucked his cock into her mouth, coaxing as much from it as she could. She used her hands to collect all the cum she could, licking it from her fingers like chocolate sauce. She didn’t want to waste a drop!

Rising slowly to her feet, Aphrodite pulled his shorts and pants up with her, fastening his belt and zipping his zipper. Reaching up, her still-naked tit almost directly in front of his face, she undid the tie and released him from his bondage. He rubbed his wrists, bringing the blood back into his hands. He noticed nothing. She fixed her dress, shook her head to settle her hair, and kissed him long and hard. They tasted of sex.

Pulling him away from the door she opened the stall, pulled him from it and propelled him gently out of the ladies room, smiling dangerously when he looked back at her. She winked, then looked over at her audience of two.

“Ladies,” she said with a nod, and then she strutted out of the room.

Rubber Ball

Kate was stunning in her shiny white latex nurse’s outfit and cap, white high heel boots and white leather posture collar locked about her slim neck with a silver padlock. Attached to a ring in the front of the collar William had clipped a metal chain leash which ended in a red leather handle, held firmly in his rubber-gloved hand. William wore a blinding white lab coat, steampunk goggles, a bright red latex shirt and black leather pants. His head was shaved. As they strode confidently through the fetish crowd, eyes turned to watch them.

Kate didn’t touch alcohol, but William helped himself to one glass of cranberry juice and vodka, his drink of choice. Around them milled a cacophony of leather, latex, PVC and flesh. In one chair sat a striking black woman in a red latex Star Trek dress, by a table a buxom young woman in an extremely revealing pink rubber dress chatted up a man in a tight blue vinyl jumpsuit. William finished his drink, reached up to grasp the chain within a hands-width of her collar and pulled gently, yet firmly forward and down.

Holding the leash with his left hand, William bent Kate over his knee and slowly rolled up the back of her short white latex nurse’s dress, despite her feeble protests. Revealing the white trimmed red latex underwear barely covering her lovely smooth cheeks, he ran his hands gently over them. They were oblivious (oblivious?) to the eyes now turning their way. He pulled his rubber-gloved hand back and brought it against the latex on her behind with a sharp, resounding SMACK! She gasped in a breath of air and let out a short, soft moan of pleasure. A few more eyes turned their direction as William drew back and landed his hand once more on her ass with a rubber-on-rubber CRACK! Kate yelped in delight. William looked around them and noticed several other couples kissing, fondling, and otherwise becoming engaged in their own love-play with Kate and him at the center.

When he failed to land another blow in a timely manner Kate turned her head to look up at him (not an easy task with her stark white posture collar locked onto her gorgeous neck.) Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated; they were close to pleading. He would comply, but only when he felt the time was right. When Kate finally dropped her head, hair falling across one eye, William let fly another sharp spank.

Her surprised gasp was cut short when William suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing Kate to arch her back and look him in the eye again. Kneeling between his knees, Kate could feel William’s need pressing against her arm and he could clearly see her desire in her eyes. He helped her to her feet and took her leash in hand. Moving to a less public dark corner they left the other couples behind in various states of fondling, groping and clutching.

Trapping Kate in the corner William pulled her to him with a firm tug of the metal chain leash. Their lips met and he felt the intense heat welling up inside her. She wanted him, he wanted her, and he was determined to satisfy that hunger right there, right then. Grabbing her by the hair once again he forced her down to her knees. She ran her face greedily over the obvious mound in the front of his pants, yearning to set his cock free. She looked up at him once again and he knew she was ready. William reached down, unbuttoned the waist of his pants, opened the zipper and pulled them down enough to liberate his penis. Hidden from view by his lab coat Kate placed a hand around his cock and pulled it to her waiting lips.

She first took only the head, and as he squeezed hidden muscles it swelled enormously in her mouth, pressing against all sides. A moan escaped her as his powerful cock spread wide her jaws. Kate was careful to hold him back, wetting his hot shaft thoroughly with tongue and lips. He was too big to take in completely at this angle and she pressed her hand against his gentle forward thrust so she could see and appreciate him. His cock was engorged and hot in her cool hand; he could wait no longer. Kate took him in her mouth as far as she could, using her hand not only to stroke his shaft, but also to keep him from thrusting too deeply. She could feel herself getting wet, responding to his need with her own.

William loved the feel of his cock in Kate’s mouth; no one had ever satisfied him orally like she could. She was the only woman who had ever been able to make him cum using only her sweet mouth and talented hands, and she did it often. She loved sucking him off as much as he loved getting sucked. The feel of her lips running up and down his shaft, her mouth moistening him as her hand slid back and forth was one like no other. She had a talent William imagined few women could match, and he was more than happy he was the man to benefit from it!
As she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth he reached down and grabbed the hair at the back of her head. She moaned deeply (God! He loved when she did that!) knowing what was coming.

Now he took control of the movement; gripping her hair tightly, William moved her up and down, faster and faster, on his thrusting cock. Her hand not holding his shaft was gripping his leather-clad thigh, and she was relishing the feel of his powerful leg muscles as he rocked his hips faster and faster. Finally, Kate could take it no longer, and pulled back, drawing her lips firmly up and off his throbbing cock. William released his grip on her hair and cradled the back of her head gently. She looked up at him; his intense blue eyes were piercing and unwavering.

Sensing the heat inside of her, William used the leash to pull her up from her knees until she stood before him, cradled in the corner of the room, body hidden from view by his coat. Her eyes burned; her breath rasped. He knew how wet she was without touching her. He could feel the heat coming from her body; he could sense the luscious sweat forming under the layer of rubber. If he could have he would have peeled that dress off her that moment, ripped off his own clothes and covered them both in their shared sweat as they rolled around in a riot of flesh. Not wanting to leave the Rubber Ball in handcuffs (at least, not those belonging to the police,) he restrained himself, if only slightly. Keeping his eyes locked on hers he reached down to her red latex panties and pulled them aside, revealing to his gloved fingers her hot, wet pussy. He spent a moment rubbing his finger over her clit, moistening his finger by pushing it gently inside her and running it over her lips. Taking his cock in his free hand he guided it to her slick lips and massaged the head firmly against her clit, covering it with her juices. Her eyes closed slightly, her body quivered, she gasped quietly. She wanted to be filled with his cock…she wanted to feel it stretch her to the limit and beyond…she wanted him to cum in her cunt, fill her with his delicious fluid.

William paused his rubbing and gave her The Look…that slight smile that told her all she wanted to know…he was about to ram his cock into her, hard! Kate stepped out of her panties as surreptitiously as possible and stowed them in one of William’s lab coat’s pockets. Her cunt was free to the air and she could feel her wetness. Their eyes locked, and she raised one leg to wrap around his waist under his lab coat. He leaned in, the head of his cock parting her pussy lips and searching for the entryway to bliss. Kate purposefully held her hips at the wrong angle so his cock would have to slide in and out between her wet lips and across her clitoris as he slowly thrust, wetting the entire shaft thoroughly. Finally, Kate pressed her shoulders back against the wall, tilting her hips so his huge cock could gain entry.

The head of his cock burst through, its sheer size surprising a gasp from her. William was gentle and slid forward carefully, allowing Kate to take him in slowly, agonizingly, until she felt like she could take no more. She was so wet, her juices dripped down her leg, but there was so much more to come. William pulled back, and Kate could feel every inch of him rippling through her. William pushed forward, and the well-defined ridge of the head of his cock sent shivers of delight through her and her hips came forward of their own accord.

Soon they found the natural rhythm they always found, their bodies merging and parting again and again, William’s cock getting slicker and slicker until they could hear the wetness between Kate’s legs. William couldn’t get enough of that sound. The sound of pure, raw, passionate sex. Sometimes, especially when Kate was on top (a favorite position of hers,) she would get so wet that he could feel the juices running down his cock, soaking his balls. Now that was fucking!
In the midst of their lovemaking (if something that primal could be called such,) Kate looked briefly over William’s shoulder and saw that they had, indeed, started something. There were women on their knees giving their men exquisite head, men with their hands roughly groping naked breasts, pinching pink nipples until they stood taut, hands down pants and up skirts, one woman sitting on a love seat giving her companion a very thorough tugjob, and more than a few couples as engrossed in screwing as they. The sights and sounds of sex were all around her, William’s cock was thrusting into her, and she was loving it!

William slowed his pace, pulling his cock almost out of her pussy. He did that sometimes; he would pull almost out, then pump just the tip in and out of her until she was ready to scream! Then, just when she was about to lose control he…FILLED her with his cock until she was going to burst! She moaned loudly this time, but it didn’t matter; there was so much moaning and groaning around them that no one heard. He did this several more times, then, taking a quick look behind him to see what was happening, he had an idea. William wanted to fuck Kate from behind. This way he could not only watch his cock go in and out of her sweet cunt, but he could give her a swift CRACK on the ass with his hand. Whenever he did this she not only squealed in delight, but her pussy muscles tightened maddeningly around his cock, squeezing it as her moistened fist had done not so long before. What he needed was a mirror.

Kate groaned in thwarted pleasure when William pulled his cock completely from her. Breathing hard, William held his lab coat closed with one hand and grabbed Kate’s leash with the other. Kate hurriedly straightened her skirt before being pulled along in William’s wake. She knew what he must be after and pointed him to the ladies room at the end of a dark hallway. Hurrying inside, he found it perfect for what he hand in mind.

There was a huge mirror over the two-sink vanity and another long mirror on a side wall meant for giving fastidious ladies a full view of themselves before exiting. William led Kate to the vanity and pushed firmly on the back of her shoulder. Happily taking the cue, Kate bent forward while her elbows leaned on the countertop. Kate looked up into the mirror and saw William behind her, his broad shoulders stretching his red latex shirt tightly across his chest. William’s eyes never left hers as he rolled up the back of her skirt once more and slid his still-wet cock back inside.

From this angle, Kate knew William went deeper and she felt his cock thrusting against her limits and gasped each time. Tiny sparks of yellow light burst across her vision as they ground their bodies together. William grabbed one cheek roughly in his strong hands and squeezed it. He then raked his nails across the soft skin, leaving parallel trails of joy as Kate arched her back, moaning deeply and gripping his cock even tighter.

People came and went behind them as they fucked, most giving them little more than a quick glance and a smile. One busty redhead paused for a few minutes, leaning against the full length mirror, the hem of her black latex dress pulled up, one hand massaging her clit, the other her left tit. She pulled her right hand away, sucked it briefly between bright red pursed lips and left, probably to find someone to satisfy her cravings. William and Kate never missed a beat.
As she sensed William nearing an impressive climax, Kate gently pulled away from him, turned around and sat on the counter. Placing her heels in the pockets of his lab coat, she pulled William back into her. She wanted to be looking into his eyes when he came; nothing thrilled her more than the look of intense ecstasy in his face when he pumped his cum deep inside her. He began to thrust his cock harder and deeper, deeper and harder, until she felt she would burst at the seams. She could tell he was about to explode; his breath got more rapid, his muscles tensed, and he began to moan. Softly at first, his groaning reached a crescendo as he pounded his cock into her tight, soaking pussy. Within moments he was moaning loudly, his cum shooting to fill her cunt. Kate almost screamed, his orgasm was so intense, and she came moments after. They continued to pump for a minute or so, slowly coming down from their climax. As they collapsed against each other, they were greeted by a round of applause from the small group of scantily clad men and women around them. Kate and William hadn’t seen them come in; they were more than a little self-absorbed. “Nicely done,” said one man dressed as Superman. “I couldn’t have done it better myself.”

William gave him a sly smile, looked into Kate’s eyes and replied, “We’ll see you all next year!”

"Pull My Hair!"

“Pull my hair!” Kate moaned as I pounded my cock into her from behind. I took one hand away from the ropes that crisscrossed her writhing body and grabbed her disheveled ponytail. I pulled gently at first, then more firmly as she groaned in delight. I looked down and watched as my slick cock moved in and out of her tight pussy, faster and faster, harder and harder. Leaning over to grab the paddle lying beside us I swung it back, and then cracked her smartly on the ass, leaving a new spot of red on top of the ones already left by the paddle and my hand. Kate yelped, her pussy tightened around me and I felt myself starting to cum. Just before my cock erupted I pulled out, spun Kate over using her ropes for leverage, and came on her face. She opened her mouth wide, swallowing as much of my cum as she could. Not wanting to waste a drop, she pumped my cock with a free hand, took the length into her mouth and sucked. “Mmm…” she said, “Now that’s what I like!”

As Kate lay back on the bed, absent-mindedly stroking her clit and rocking her hips, I thought back to the first time I discovered that Kate liked it rough.

We had set the mood, with blacklight and a selection of music that had a good, pumping rhythm, and I was unbuttoning her shirt when she slapped my hand away. I looked at her, surprised, thinking maybe she wanted to leave her top on for some reason, but her eyes glinted in the purple glow. I reached for her buttons again, tentatively, and she slapped me away again, “No.” She backed away from me, the daring spark in her eye saying a breathless yes.

I stepped towards her, and the backs of her legs hit the bed, and she fell onto the mattress. She tried to crawl backwards, but I knelt on either side of her legs and pinned her with my thighs, my cock hard and straining for release. Still she wriggled backwards. I reached down and grabbed her wrists. She tried to pull them away with a wrenching jerk, but I clamped on harder, making her hands go a shade darker. I looked her in the eyes to say, “NO!” and she glared back, “YES!”

Suddenly she began wriggling away again, trying desperately to break my grip. I pulled her arms down, saying to her, “No way…I am getting that shirt off you if I have to rip it off!” as I clamped her arms tight to her body. Arms and legs pinned, there was little Kate could do but squirm to escape my iron tight bonds.

I tried to undo her buttons, but Kate’s wriggling body was so maddening against my cock, I just pulled, and her shirt flew open, buttons flying across the room. Kate gasped and managed to pull one hand out to try to bat me away. I gripped her wrist and thrust it back to the bed, breathing hard over her. I used my other hand to undo my own pants and free my cock. Seeing it spring free of its bounds, Kate froze for a moment, a look of fear mingled with desire crossing her face. Her eyes met mine with a challenge: Take me, if you can. She resumed her struggle to free herself, and I reached up her skirt, gripping her panties and pulling them roughly down to her knees.

Kate used that opportunity to twist her body, grab the side of the bed and start to pull herself from under me. Wrapping an arm around her waist I pulled her tight against my body and rolled to the side. My other arm moved around her shoulder and I placed my hand on her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her tilt her head back and stop writhing. Her breath came in short, sultry rasps as I whispered into her ear, “I am going to get my cock into you one way or the other. Now, are you going to cooperate, or do I have to get rough?”

She answered by twisting away from me and saying, “You want it, you’ll have to take it!” I was open to the challenge. As she moved to get away from me and off the bed I managed to grab her wrists behind her back and pull them together, forcing her face down onto the bed once more. Lying on the end of the bed was her pink satin robe. Using one hand to secure my prey, I reached down with the other and removed the pink tie used to wrap the robe around her luscious body. I bound her wrists and knotted the tie. My hands now free to do as they wished, I used them to my best advantage. With one I grabbed a knot of her hair, the other pulled my pants off. Free of any further encumbrance, my cock was rock hard and ready to fuck this woman I had just subdued.

Kate whimpered “No…no,” but what she meant was “Yes…yes!” Holding her head firmly against the bed with one hand, I lifted up her skirt with the other, revealing the finest ass I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. I grabbed one cheek and squeezed it. Kate moaned softly, her breath shallow and quick. I knew that she was ready to be fucked, but now that I had her in my power, I was going to have some fun first.

Looking at that magnificent ass, I couldn’t help myself; the urge came over me and I was unable to resist it. I reared my hand back and brought it down full force on her buttocks with a resounding SMACK! I had never spanked Kate before, so I had no idea what her reaction would be. She yelped loudly, and then offered her ass to me again. I brought my hand back once more and cracked her again. This time she yelped, then moaned deeply. She liked it. She really liked it!

Was this wrong? Was something wrong with me that I knew I could have stood behind my Kate with my cock in one hand while I spanked her with the other until I came? Was I abusing her?

My hesitation made Kate turn her head to one side; with her hands bound behind her back she could only turn so far without falling to her side. She looked at me, eyes narrowed. “What are you waiting for? Spank me, for God’s sake, then stick that cock inside me because I need it. Hard.”

Any doubts were banished, and I did as she requested. I spanked her, seeing my impact ripple through her taut flesh, and she gasped in surprise, her mouth opening then spreading into an impish smile. I loaded for another spank, Kate, still watching me, stiffened with anticipation, but I held back. Just as she relaxed, I let loose and she gasped then moaned, burying her face in the mattress. My cock throbbed with need.

She wanted my cock more than ever…I wasn’t going to give it to her that easily. I got off the bed and knelt down behind her. She began to ask, “What the f…” but I never gave her the chance to finish. Grabbing her thighs, I pulled her back to the edge of the bed, burying my face in her dripping wet pussy. I love the taste of Kate’s cunt. I could lick her snatch from morning ‘til night and still not tire of it. My tongue darted out and found her clit; Kate moaned loudly, pushing her hips back to increase the pressure against my mouth. I licked up and down the lips of her pussy, every now and again going up far enough to tickle her asshole with the tip of my tongue, just quickly enough to let her think it might just have been accidental (but it wasn’t!) I swore one day I would fuck my woman from behind while sliding a butt plug into her, listening to her groan with the intense pleasure. But that was for another day. Right now I was too busy tongue-fucking her.

Kate raised her hips and begged, “Now, please…”

I stood and teased her pussy with the tip of my cock, stroking both her and myself. I raked the fingernails of my other hand down her spine and she arched her back, pressing her face into the bed, arms still helplessly behind her. Crack! One more spank for her pale ass, and I pulled the knot of the pink silk tie free.

Kate’s arms dropped to the bed, and she turned over, wrapping her legs around me, but that’s not what I wanted. I backed up and gathered her ankles together and used the strip of silk to bind them. “Hey…” she began to protest, but I pushed her further onto the bed so I had room to kneel. I propped her ankles on my shoulder, and I helped her lift her hips with one hand while guiding my cock into her wet pussy with the other. With her ankles tied together, her pussy was tighter than ever and I had to force myself to slow my needful thrusting.

“Holy fuck!” Kate cried out in surprise. We’d had sex plenty of times before, but this time the rock hard grip of her cunt made my cock seem even bigger. Her eyes widened as she took it all in, her mouth opened wide as a glorious moan of pleasure issued from it. Her ankles resting on my shoulder, I reached down and grabbed her thighs, pumping them back and forth as I slammed my cock into her. She was wetter than I ever remember her; I could feel her juices running down my cock and onto my balls. I love that feeling! I let go of her thighs after a while and reached down to grab her wrists. Pulling her arms down tight against her I pulled, forcing her entire body to rock up and down in rhythm with our fucking.

Sweating, writhing, breathing heavily, we kept screwing and moaning until I saw sparks in front of my eyes. I paused a moment, causing Kate to demand breathlessly, “Don’t stop!” but she needn’t have worried. I wasn’t stopping until I came in her pussy, on her face, or all over her tits; I hadn’t decided which. Pushing her ankles down over the top of her head, I forced her to arch her back and expose her hot little cunt to me. I raised myself over her and plunged my cock into her from above. She squealed in delight and began rocking in time with my penis forcing its way in and out of her tight, hot, slick pussy.

Wave after wave of sensation brought me closer to the surge and crash of orgasm. I suddenly and unexpectedly had an image of Kate, bent over a short bench, her wrists and ankles bound to its legs. I saw her corseted in black rope, her breasts pushed out between the wrappings, her hips accentuated. The rope also bracketed her beautiful pussy, which was exposed to me, and a well-placed knot rubbed against her clit. Her ass was begging to be spanked. I saw her like this even as I pounded her, and I knew that our first night of thrilling, rough sex would not be our last. I would bind her with more than the silk tie to her robe. I would spank that ass again, and she would like it. I knew she would like it. Her moans, her wet pussy, her thrusting hips, all told me she liked it rough. Now I also knew: so did I.

I needed more than ever to cum inside of Kate. Despite my need I pulled my cock out of her pussy, pulled her legs back down onto the bed and unbound them. Quickly, and with one swift move I plunged my cock back into her dripping cunt and began to pound it into her once more, her gorgeous legs wrapping themselves around me and pulling me ever deeper. We kept this up for a minute or two, pumping, moaning, groaning, sweating, until finally I could feel the cum rising in my dick. Kate could tell, too…she always could. She squeezed my cock with her pussy and before I knew it I was cumming like I had never cum before, and Kate’s hips rocked as an intense orgasm ran through her body. My muscles taut, I was shooting my hot load again and again in short, involuntary thrusts inside of her. I kept my eyes open, locked on Kate’s as her orgasm gripped and pulled, gripped and pulled on my cock. We watched each other’s exquisite pleasure, so extreme as to be nearly painful, until we were finally released, gasping.

I knew this would not be the last of our rough sex. I tasted blood and I wanted more, and looking into Kate’s eyes, listening to her panting breath, I knew she did too. I smiled a broad smile; she smiled back and said, “Now that’s what I like!”