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I felt like a fool as I sat in his driveway trying to convince myself not to walk in.

He didn’t care about the slinky dress I’d put on or the expensive stockings I had to slide so carefully up my legs to avoid snagging them. He didn’t care about all the time I’d spent showering, getting smooth, and getting my makeup just right for him. He didn’t even care about the lacy lingerie that I could feel digging between my cheeks. All that was for me. I wanted to feel like I deserved so much better than I knew I was about to receive.

He just wanted to use me to get off. I probably wouldn’t even get to finish, and I knew that going in. I wasn’t here to orgasm, I was here to feel used. What was wrong with me?

I had just decided that I deserved better and I should go home when he opened his door. I didn’t remember getting out of my car or walking to his door, but here I was standing on his mat, waiting expectantly in my sparkly ballet flats.

He stood back to let me in. I felt his warm body against me as I slid past him, definitely making more contact than I needed to. At 6′, he was 8 inches taller than me. I loved how small I felt next to this large, furry man pretending to be bored. I felt his erection as I slid by him, giving away that he was more into me than he was pretending to be.

He closed the door and turned around. I was already on my tip-toes, leaning up to kiss him. His stained white cotton shirt felt rough under my fingers as I rested my hands on his chest. His shirt was nasty, but I could feel his muscles rippling under it. His stubble scratched my face as he indulged my kissing for a moment. He tasted like stale coffee and cigarettes. I knew I should just leave. He had made no effort, and I deserved better. But his hard cock rubbed against my belly, and it needed attention.

I felt his hands on my hips, insistently pulling me down. He didn’t care for warm-up. I tried to step away so I could get us to somewhere more comfortable, but his hands refused to let me move in any direction but down. He was at least twice my weight; all muscle. When he decided what we were doing next, I couldn’t do much but delay the inevitable.

I kneeled on his cold tile floor. I vaguely wondered how long it had been since he had cleaned as I felt sand digging into my knees. I loved these stockings, fuck I hope they survive this encounter. His cock is impressive, tenting out his basketball shorts. I enjoy rubbing him through his shorts for just a moment, but he is already pulling them down along with his boxers. Like I said, not much for warm-up.

I quickly wrapped my lips around his erection. He was being quite clear that he wanted to get to the point. He moaned in satisfaction as I began to bob my head up and down on him. His hands felt good resting on my head, fingers wrapped through my long hair. He knew I didn’t mind a little force, and that might come later, but for now his hands just rested on my head. It felt oddly good to have him somewhat affectionately, gently massaging my scalp as I pleasured him. I had spent my time showering, shaving, putting on lotion that smelled like vanilla, and otherwise getting prepared for a romantic evening together. He didn’t exactly taste unclean, but he clearly had not showered since the morning before work. His bush smelled mildly but distinctly like sweat when I took him deep.

Between his hard tiles and sandy floor, my knees were screaming after just a few moments. In earlier encounters I had had to give up and ask to change positions. I knew now that this would not last long, and he would be in a better mood if I did not complain. He would never cum this way or get even close, he just wanted to remind me of my place. By the five minute mark, I was sweating slightly from the effort of the blowjob and the pain in my knees. I wondered if he would be ok with just putting his shorts under my knees. His hands continued to gently, sensually rub my scalp as I blew him. The solid muscles in his thighs felt so sexy under my hands. I loved how delicate and feminine my fingers looked in contrast to his legs.

Finally, I felt his arms begin to tense up. At first, not pulling me deeper, just adding resistance and keeping me from pulling back. Then slowly, inevitably, he began pulling me down his cock. He was in no rush to gag me, and somehow, the slow inevitability of what we both knew was coming just made it more intense. I continued to bob my head up and down on his cock within the ever diminishing range of motion he allowed me. At first, I was still moving up and down most of the length of his cock; his hands on the back of my head only kept me from pulling back far enough to get the head out of my mouth. Then, I could only move a few inches up and down the base of his cock as his hands tightened and I could pull back less and less. I started breathing deeply through my nose, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to breath soon. Eventually, my lips were sealed around the base of his cock, his bush tickling innovia escort my nose, and his hands firmly holding me in place. My tongue was out as I tried to lick his balls, less because I knew he liked it and more because it helped suppress my gag reflex. I was no longer moving; just feeling his cock throb in my throat and on my tongue; feeling trapped between the now hard pressure of his hands on the back of my head and his equally firm stomach against my face. I was able to keep my cool for a minute or two, but I couldn’t keep myself from gagging for long. He knew exactly when to release, and I threw myself backwards as I let out a huge involuntary retch. As I lay on his floor gasping, feeling my own spit all over my face and chest, I heard “alright, you can head to the bedroom.”

I’m not sure when my flats came off, but the carpet in his hallway felt good under my stocking covered feet. I opened the door to his bedroom and saw his bed already prepared for me. He had on clean grey sheets, no blankets in sight, two pillows stacked in the middle of the bed and one up near the headboard. I took my dress off and hung it over a chair in the corner. I knew he would want my thong off and me on the bed ready for him, but I wanted to try something different today. I sat on the corner of his bed, his sheets cold against my ass. I glanced down, wishing my chest weren’t quite so flat, but still feeling plenty feminine in my silky stockings and lacey silver lingerie. The lipstick, mascara, and eyeliner that I knew were still on my face helped too. I crossed my legs; I loved the peek of my red toenails through the black stockings. I admired my matching red fingernails for a moment before folding my hands in my lap and calmly waiting. I wish I still had my flats. Dangling a shoe off the toes is such a sexy look, but alas, I would have to find them later.

Finally, he walked through the door, naked, his erection leading the way. He stopped and looked at me, then simply said “you know better.”

I walked across the room and pressed myself against him. I felt tiny against his massive body, his muscly arms an instant turn on. I ran my hands up his front, loving the feel of his chest hair between my fingers. I leaned up hoping for a kiss, but he just stood there, staring back at me. “I want to try something different today. I’ve been thinking about how hot it would be to kiss you while we make love.”

He gave a bemused smile as he stared back at me. “Make love? Since when do we make love?”

“I think it would be fun to try.”

He just stared with that almost bored smile. I was still on my tip-toes, leaning up, hoping for another kiss. His hands on my ass and his rock hard cock smearing pre-cum across my stomach were the only clues that he was interested in me.

“Get on the bed. I’m going to fuck you now.”

I debated pushing the issue. I really wanted to see if I could enjoy some passion with this man. Maybe make a connection deeper than being his sex toy. His cock drooling on my stomach gave me some confidence that he wanted me too. But he had kicked me out before when he didn’t like my attitude, and I didn’t want to risk leaving without getting laid. I sighed and turned to the bed.

As I was about to climb onto the bed, I heard “you know how I want you.”

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, but I had already shown that I was going to do as he asked. There was no point in fighting the inevitable any further. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the expensive undies that I had spent so long looking for, and I unceremoniously dropped them to the floor. Then, I climbed onto the bed and bent over the pillows, my face planted in the pillow by the headboard. I hated this part. Hated my body being on display for this man.

I knew what he wanted, but I refused to do it without hearing him ask. I wrapped my arms around the pillow under my head and hugged it tight, hating presenting my backside for this creep to stare at. Then I finally heard the command.

“Spread those cheeks, sexy.”

I cringed, but I knew this was the only way I was getting laid tonight. I was excited for what was to come, but this fucking show is the worst. I reached back and spread for him, knowing the quicker I complied, the quicker I would get to what I needed.

I don’t know how long he left me in his favorite position, but it was too long. I had nothing to look at but his plain wooden headboard. The soft cotton pillowcases cool against my chin and under my hips. The (probably imagined) breeze against my most intimate parts was uncomfortable as I held my cheeks wide for as long as he wanted to look. Finally, I felt him moving about the room, heading to his night stand, than leaning against the bed behind me. I held still as I felt him squirt lube between my cheeks, then felt him rubbing his thumb around my anus. He grunted happily as he pushed his thumb in and felt how much lube I had gotten in there before I ipsala escort came over. “Someone is ready for me.”

Sure, I’m just excited for you. Not prepared because I know you never use enough lube. This girl is here for degradation, not pain.

“Give me a hand.”

I release my right cheek and hold my hand out for him. He squirts some lube onto my palm, then places his cock on my hand. I stroke him for a moment, getting him good and slippery. I hear him making happy sounds at the view as I then rub the rest of the lube into myself. I just stare at his headboard, trying not to think of how exposed I am. I find a knot in the woodgrain that is interesting to focus on. The lines radiating out from the knot make an interesting pattern; someone with some graphic arts skills could turn it into a cool punk rock logo.

I feel the bed shift as he climbs up behind me. His hand is rough against my face as he shoves my panties into my mouth. The thong is far too small to be an effective gag. He is just punishing me for not having them off when he came into the room. Hoping I damage them as I chew on them while he fucks me.

I am back holding my cheeks apart with both hands, concentrating on the feel of the cool cotton under my chin and the taste of vanilla in my mouth. I didn’t think the lotion I put on after I shaved was that strong, but the panties in my mouth smell strongly of it. His bush tickles my ass as he slides his cock around under me. He loves showing off how big and hard his cock is as he rubs it against my package hanging uselessly under me. He violently slaps his cock against my testicles, causing me to gasp at the very sudden and very real pain. I’m not a size queen. If anything, I prefer smaller. Unfortunately, the big dick energy that he oozes that turns me on so much actually is attached to a big dick that has to be dealt with.

I know better than to move my hands, and I am still spreading my cheeks. He has both his cock and my limp little thing in his hand now. It feels good as he rubs us together for a moment, and I can hear him making happy noises behind me. I wish he would stay there just a moment longer; just a moment to help me enjoy. His hand and his cock rubbing against me feel magnificent. But we both know I’m not here for my pleasure. He isn’t interested in rubbing me off; he’s enjoying how big and hard he feels by comparison.

I feel his hands cover mine on my ass for just a moment as he shifts position. It’s time, and I’m ready to get to it. I gasped as he unceremoniously jammed two fingers into me.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir,” I mumble around the thong in my mouth.

“Ready for what?” He asks as he reaches around and pulls the panties free. He drops them between my shoulders. The wet lace feels slimy on my back.

“Ready for you to slide that big cock into me, sir.”

“Into where, lady?”

“Into my backside.”

I can’t help groaning a little in pleasure as he continues to finger me, and continues to rub his erection over my soft but still sensitive package.

“Quit being coy, bitch.”

The B word is a warning sign that he’s getting annoyed with me. I don’t want to risk leaving without getting laid. I stare at the wooden knot in his headboard, grip my cheeks tightly, and say the words we both know he wants. “I’m ready for you to fuck me up the ass, sir.”

“Better.”

His fingers slide out of me and his cock immediately begins probing my backdoor. My ass feels smooth under my fingers as I keep spreading for him. My panties are wet and cold between my shoulder blades. I can feel the callouses on his hands as he grips my hips tightly. His well lubed cock feels slimy as it slides up and down between my cheeks before he presses the head against me and begins to slowly push. The pillow under my face feels soft and cool as I grip it between my teeth, grunting in discomfort. The same pillows feel like an immovable object under my hips, as my body instinctively tries to pull away from the pressure against my entrance. I try to push down the feeling of panic that always overcomes me as I feel him pushing harder and harder. My entrance that accepted his fingers so easily is suddenly impenetrable. I’ve always been able to take him before, but maybe this is the time my stupid body won’t let him in? I bite the pillow harder, concentrating on pushing out. I want him in me.

His cock is an irresistible force, and he just keeps pushing. Squeezing my hips hard while whispering sweetly “come on baby, you can do it. You’ve taken me plenty of times. You know you want me, sexy. Come on, open up sweetie. “The switch to whispering sweet nothings to me after the degradation a moment ago would be a surprising transition if this were the first time. I have no doubt the sweet talk is for him, but it certainly helps me too as I struggle to take him. As always happens, the irresistible force defeated the immovable object, and I squealed as his cock suddenly sunk iskenderun escort into me. The initial shock of penetration quickly turned to pleasure. I lay there gasping, loving the feelings radiating across my body as he began to fuck me. He got slowly deeper on every thrust until after just a few minutes, he was all the way deep in me.

“Where’s my cock, babe?”

“Up my butt, sir.”

He ground into me for a moment. I could feel his bush tickling my ass. His hips were hard but slick with sweat against my fingertips, still holding my cheeks wide.

“You like my cock in your ass?”

“Yes sir. Please fuck me.”

“Fuck you where?”

“Please fuck my butt, sir.”

He doesn’t bother with a response. Just grunts happily as he keeps thrusting into me. I feel him lean forward and I look up and open my mouth in anticipation. His fingers feel rough as he pushes them into my mouth. He makes more happy noises as I immediately start sucking. I close my eyes and imagine I’m being spit roasted as I suck on his fingers while feeling his cock continue to thrust into me. I know I don’t need to spread anymore, so I reach up and hug the pillow under my chest.

“You like sucking those fingers, sexy?”

I moan happily and nod as I keep sucking.

“You’re such a nasty whore. You know where those fingers just were?”

I moan “MMHMM” around his fingers, continuing to suck them like I’m giving a blowjob. Judge me all you like, but the degradation of being forced to suck his fingers straight out of my ass is really doing it for me. Besides, he wouldn’t want to hear this because he wants to humiliate me, but honestly I can’t taste ass at all. All I taste is the coconut oil we’ve both used as lube. His rough hand holding my face feels sensual. His thumb is affectionately stroking my cheek as I suck on him. My eyes are still closed as I envision being spit roasted while I run my tongue over his fingers. Good feelings are starting to rise, radiating out from my backside. I feel myself climbing to a peak. Maybe I will get to finish?

I’m close but not close enough when he pulls his hand from my face without warning. I whimper in disappointment, and my head drops to the pillow. I immediately clench the pillowcase between my teeth, moaning into the cold fabric.

I get no time to enjoy the moment though. I have lines. I feel searing pain in my scalp as he yanks my head up by my hair. I gasp and my eyes pop open, focusing on the mystery scratches along the top of his headboard. “I asked you a question. Do you know where those fingers just were?”

“Up my butt, sir.”

“What do they taste like, sexy?”

“Like my ass,” I lied. I was desperate for him to put his fingers back in. I was so close, and being yanked from my spit roasting fantasy to read lines with him was not helping me. I could hear his grunting speeding up. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back. He was already close, but I needed more time. “May I suck on them again, sir?” I begged.

He just said “gross.” Then, he shoved my underwear back into my mouth. I had a moment of relief from the pain in my scalp as he released my hair, but just as quickly, my face was forced back in the pillow. I grunted and bit down as he began thrusting inhumanly quickly into me. I tried to focus on the flavor of vanilla still oozing from my thong. How could a bit of lace too small to even effectively gag me taste so strong? I was making cute little squeaks and gasps into the pillow clenched between my teeth. The knot in his headboard really did look cool. Maybe with some sunglasses and a mischievous smile, it could be a fun sun logo?

He had a hand between my shoulder blades now, putting quite a bit of weight into keeping my chest on the mattress. I would have loved to still have my hips in the air, but my shins were too slippery with my stockings on, so I was just flat on the bed with him pounding into me from behind. Every few moments I could feel a drip of his sweat onto my back. I could feel our sweat running around the sides of my chest and pooling up in the small of my back.

I knew it was time when his other hand joined the first between my shoulder blades. He was putting nearly his full weight into his hands now, shoving my chest into the mattress so hard it hurt. I would have to get a picture of the knot in his headboard before I left. I wanted to see what I could do with it before someone else stole the idea. I had no illusion that I was the only girl who got to study it.

“Are you ready?”

I moaned loudly through my thong and into the pillow clenched between my teeth. He’d had me so close before, but it was gone now. I just wanted him to finish. Maybe a pencil rubbing instead of a picture of the knot? I left my phone in my car, but maybe he had some paper I could borrow before I left.

“Where do you think I should cum?”

I continued moaning into the pillow, pretending I was saying things. I’m not sure what I would have said if my mouth were free, but it didn’t matter. I was a prop at this point. He wanted to know his toy was trying to respond, but he didn’t actually care what I had to say anymore. A couple of the lines radiating out from the bottom left edge of the knot actually converged onto a second knot. Maybe a twin suns logo? Punk Tatooine suns?

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