Fingers soon found clitoris and Amanda stroked herself with tiny circular movements. With one hand occupied, her other one slid under the covers to come in contact with her boyfriend's flaccid member. As her skin came into contact with his, he let out a subtle moan and shifted in his state of semi-sleep. Her delicate hand closed around his dick and began slowly stroking up and down, feeling it grow to hardness under her touch.
This was a routine that had played itself out morning after morning since the couple had begun dating over a year ago. Amanda's insatiable sex drive often peaked in the morning, leading her to initiate the daily bout of arousing morning sex. And this morning was no different. The marathon session of fucking the previous night had done little to quench her lustful thirst and she was dying for a day starting orgasm.
Pushing the covers aside to expose her boyfriend's naked body she sat up and brushed her tangled hair aside as she grasped Taylor's half erect cock in her fist. Stuffing the soft member into her mouth, she immediately closed her lips around the head and sucked, feeling it grow against her tongue. Stroking with her fist to complement the work her mouth was doing she soon achieved her goal.
There was little passion in her actions. This was purely utilitarian, and as soon as she was able, Amanda was climbing aboard that fully erect pole. Taylor opened his eyes and smiled as she straddled his hips and rubbed the head of his cock along the lips of her pussy until the growing wetness allowed her to slide him inside. Her hands now placed upon his chest, she leaned forward to increase the stimulation of her clit as she slowly bucked back and forth. Some girls have a hard time reaching orgasm...and some girls don't. Amanda was definitely of the latter. After a few minutes of riding Taylor's stiff cock she could feel her orgasm approaching. Her long blonde hair hanging down in her boyfriend's face, her breathing grew increasingly labored. The feeling of his hands grasping her ample, fleshy backside complemented the upward thrusting of his hips and she soon felt the ecstatic orgasmic release as she tossed her head back with pleasure.
As her climax subsided, Amanda then turned her attention to finishing off her boyfriend. Sucking her middle finger, she changed her pattern of movement from a slow grinding to a more rapid bouncing motion. She then reached back and gave his balls a squeeze before sliding her wet finger down to Taylor's ass.
"Cum for me baby," she moaned, prodding his asshole as she continued fucking him.
Taylor spread his legs and gripped his girlfriend's hips as he began thrusting upwards with intensity, all remnants of drowsiness now dissipated.
"Ughhhhh," he groaned loudly as his hips rose one more triumphant time, lifting Amanda's body completely off the bed while simultaneously filling her pussy with a warm load of cum.
"Mmmm...Good morning," she purred as she climbed off him, his slippery cock falling with a ‘slap' against his stomach.
Taylor yawned and stretched as Amanda disappeared into the adjacent bathroom.
"Are you working today?" he called out over the sound of running water.
"I'm supposed to, but I thought I'd call in sick today. I really don't feel like driving back into the city."
"What are you going to do?" he asked, sitting up and searching for his underwear amidst the blankets and sheets.
"I thought I'd just hang out here for the day," she answered, leaning against the doorway, a toothbrush in her hand. "Maybe I'll do some shopping and get something for dinner. What time do you get off work?"
"Depends on how busy it is. Probably 4."
"Want to go golfing this evening?" she asked, her voice muffled by the toothpaste foaming from her mouth.
"Uhhh, I'll probably be pretty tired after work. Maybe the driving range instead?"
"Sounds good," she conceded. "Do you want me to cook dinner, or should I make a reservation?"
"You decide," Taylor offered, walking past his girlfriend into the bathroom. Text me later."
With their daily plans tentatively set, the couple went about their morning routines with Taylor acting with a bit more urgency. Amanda threw on a pair of yoga pants and plain pink t-shirt and took up residence in the living room in front of the TV. Taylor showered and soon emerged in a pair of teal hospital scrubs, a black stethoscope draped around his neck.
"Want a coffee?" Amanda asked as her boyfriend began to gather his things that were strewn across the black granite kitchen counter. "Nah," he answered. "I'll just get one on the way to work.
The couple kissed goodbye and Amanda watched Taylor walk out the door, leaving her all alone in his apartment. She immediately turned the TV on to CNN and headed into the kitchen where she popped a cappuccino pod into the Tassimo coffee machine and pressed the ‘on' button. With the aroma of fresh coffee filling the room, she opened the fridge and inspected the contents for something to eat. After consuming some fresh pineapple she then called her work to claim some imaginary illness. Amanda then spent the next hour or so lounging on the sofa, watching TV and drinking coffee. She also masturbated once or twice, as she was ought to do during the rare times that she felt herself in a state of boredom.
After her second orgasm, she flipped open Taylor's lap top computer and checked her email as she helped herself to her fourth cappuccino. After a quick check of her Facebook page, Amanda found herself looking through the various folders on her boyfriend's desktop that she knew contained an ample amount of pornography.
"Why am I so fucking horny!" she blurted out at the walls of the empty apartment, before giggling to herself and slumping back down on the couch.
Amanda's sex drive had always been high, but today seemed different...She felt as if the only thing in the world that mattered was sex. She had fucked her boyfriend and had rubbed her clit to a state of soreness already and it wasn't even noon yet! Exasperated, she slammed the laptop shut and hurried off into the bathroom. Maybe a nice long bath would calm her libido.
A few minutes later Amanda was neck deep in a pool of hot soapy water. Although Taylor preferred to shower in the small bathroom connected to the bedroom, she had commandeered and somewhat colonized the larger one on the other side of the apartment mainly because it contained an actual bathtub. After a few moments of relaxation, she decided to check her text messages from the previous night. Normally, she was almost addicted to her cell phone, but Taylor absolutely hated her affinity for modern technology so she toned down her dependence on her phone when she was in his presence. Now though, she had all the time in the world to peruse her texts, scroll through twitter, and whatever else her heart desired as she soaked in the soothing waters.
There were five texts from her best friend Kristina, who was probably wondering why she had seemed to have fallen off the earth, along with one from her younger sister. After sending obligatory messages back to both, she began scrolling down through her old messages. One in particular caught her eye.
‘U still up?'
The words jumped out at her and her scrolling finger immediately stopped. The message had been sent to her at 2:32 AM a couple days ago. At the time, she had been in bed with her boyfriend so she had simply dismissed it. But now...it seemed to be calling out to her through the phone. Judging from the time post, it had obviously been a drunken booty call.
It was from Brandon.
Brandon was a guy Amanda had met at a nightclub over a year ago. Although, she remembered very few details of that first night, the encounter obviously had made an impression on both of them. Amanda was the kind of girl to really let loose sexually if she knew she was never going to see the guy again. She saw those encounters as a way of experiencing the things that most girls fantasize about, but never follow through on, due to the social repercussions. After that first night, she never expected to see him again. But as fate would have it, they ended up in the same nightclub a few weeks later. This time they exchanged phone numbers. Thus began an on-and-off series of one night hookups and late night dirty text messages. The relationship (if you could even call it that) was purely sexual.
And it was dirty.
Amanda found herself doing things with Brandon that she would never do with anyone else. He was an outlet for some kind of slutty, filthy energy that was boiling up inside her. She had been kinky with past boyfriends, and even more so with her current paramour, but nothing compared to how she was with Brandon. With Brandon she felt the need to be debased. To be degraded. To be utterly and fully abused for his pleasure.
Amanda shifted uncomfortably in the tub as her body tingled with kinky reminiscence.
Maybe it was because she knew that there would be absolutely no future with him? Maybe it was because he would just be one kinky ‘blip' in the story of her life when all is said and done? It had been a while since she had heard from him. In fact, she had had not seen Brandon since she and Taylor had decided to enter into an exclusive relationship. She had, however, exchanged a few naughty text messages and even sent him a picture of her naked pussy from a nightclub bathroom. In general though, she had been trying to be a "good girl" for once, but the allure of filthy, degrading sex without consequence was hard to shake.
‘Hey! What are you up to?'
Her hands were slightly shaking as she typed the words and pressed ‘Send'.
Amanda set the phone down on the edge of the tub and put her head back, exhaling as she stared up at the ceiling.
"What am I doing?" she muttered out loud to herself as she closed her eyes.
She knew she was playing with fire.
When she again opened her eyes, she saw the little red light on her phone blinking. Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly picked the phone back up only to see a message from her sister staring back at her. Part of her was disappointed...part of her was relieved. Amanda took a deep breath and put the phone back down. She then reached over to pick up the razor and shaving cream from the floor.
Unfortunately, shaving her legs and pussy did very little to diminish her arousal and Amanda left the bath flushed and thinking of nothing other than having a nice hard cock sliding deep inside of her. She drained the tub, wrapped a towel around her body and left the steamy bathroom.
Taylor's apartment had a large walk-in closet that connected the bedroom to one of the bathrooms. Filled mostly with sports equipment and clothing, there was also a large black box in which the couple kept their varied assortment of sex toys. Holding the towel tightly around her body, Amanda knelt down and opened the box to reveal its contents. There was a couple vibrators, buttplugs and other items, including a large life-like dildo with a suction cup on one end. There was an assortment of bondage items such as handcuffs, ball gags, whips, and a kinky looking collar and leash combo. There was also a variety of other things, most of which had remained unused. One item that had been used, however, was the thin plastic bottle of lubricant. Amanda grabbed the suction cup dildo, a vibrator and the lube before closing the box.
Situated beside the box was a large reusable shopping bag full of outfits that could only be described as ‘slutty' or ‘trashy'. Still in their packaging, the variety of outfits ranged greatly. There were corsets and bustiers. Bodystockings. Leggings. Trashy mini-skirts. Garter belts. Even full body latex dresses. Since Taylor possessed a particular fetish for dressing her up, he had purchased a wide variety of outfits for his viewing pleasure. Amanda indulged his interests for slutty attire, partly for his benefit and partly because she liked the way it made her feel.
After collecting up her selection of sex toys, she headed back out into the living room where she sat down and opened up her boyfriend's laptop once again. As the computer screen came to life, she noticed the red light flashing on her cell phone.
‘Just got back from the gym. U?'
It was from Brandon.
Amanda decided to play it cool. She waited a few minutes before responding.
‘Nothing much. Just chilling at my boyfriend's place while he's at work. I just got out of the bath.'
She then put the phone down and opened up Taylor's porn folder which was covertly titled "Work Stuff". She never ceased to be amazed by her boyfriend's predilection for pornography. He seemed to download the stuff from the internet and hoard it like a dragon's gold, yet never seemed to watch it much. Maybe he was saving for a "rainy day?"
Amanda browsed the vast selection, searching for the golden pornographic ticket that would scratch her seemingly unreachable itch. She definitely wanted something dirty...No...not dirty. Filthy. She wanted something that portrayed the way she was feeling at that moment. With lust filled amusement she began to read off the various titles.
Dirty, Cocksucking Whores 3. My Stepmother Tossed My Salad 9. Fuck Slaves. Dirty Babysitters 2. Motherfuckers 4. Raw. The Jenny Hendrix Anal Experience. Anal Boot Camp. Ass Worship 7. Cheating Wives. Exploited College Girls. Hardcore Gangbang. Slutty and Sluttier. Slut Puppies 5. Cream Filled...
"Fuck Slave..." Amanda muttered to herself as her hand drifted subconsciously down beneath the towel. "That's exactly what I want to be..."
Her phone was flashing again.
‘So, you're nice and clean then?' the new message read.
She was done "playing it cool."
‘Yes. But I'm about to get nice and dirty. :) ‘
Amanda put the phone down and quickly chose one of the movies from Taylor's computer. A particularly dirty milieu soon filled the screen, showing a young blonde woman being manhandled by two scantily clad men in the middle of a darkened room. Satisfied with her choice, she tossed her towel aside and sat back with a long, plastic vibrator in her hand.
Amanda turned on the device and pressed it to her bare flesh as she watched the scene unfold on the computer screen. As she watched the girl undergoing all manner of sexual degradation, she pleasured herself as she imagined herself her place. She imagined the two men bursting through the door while Taylor was at work and subjecting her to every one of their filthy humiliating desires.
‘I wish I was there.'
The words popped onto her cell phone screen just as she slid the vibrator between her soft, wet lips. Keeping the toy firmly implanted inside her, Amanda picked up the phone and with one hand typed a response.
‘You can be... If you want.'
There was a relatively long period of inactivity as Amanda continued fucking herself with the vibrating plastic dick while manipulating her clit with her fingers.
‘Seriously?'
Amanda thought about it for a few minutes, the vibrator sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Was she really going to cheat on Taylor? She had cheated on boyfriends before. Plenty of times. But whether it had been out of revenge, anger, or neglect, there had always been a reason. This was different. This was lust. This was an impure desire to be a slut. A dirty cheating slut. This wasn't about Taylor. This was about her own debased cravings.
With shaking hands, she reached down and typed that last fateful word.
‘Yes."
That was it. This was happening.
‘Where are you exactly?'
The responses were coming quickly now.
‘1298 Union Street. In Maple Grove.'
There was a brief pause.
‘That's kind of far away.'
Amanda had expected this. Without missing a beat, she pointed the cell phone at her pussy which was still enveloping the blue plastic vibrator, and snapped a picture. She hesitated only to inspect the resulting image before sending it to Brandon.
‘I promise to make it worth your while', she added below the lewd picture.
Sitting back, she imagined Brandon showing the picture to his friends and bragging about the "hot little slut that was begging him to come fuck her in her boyfriend's apartment." Her fingers lazily circled her clit as a series of similar scenarios raced through her mind.
‘Convince me' Brandon responded in his usual abrupt confidence.
‘You can do anything you want to me', she typed with one hand as she let the vibrator slip from the confines of her dripping wet hole.
‘Anything?'
‘Anything.'
Amanda considered that prospect for a moment before including a subsequent addendum. She needed to make things absolutely clear.
‘I want you to come over and use me. I want you to degrade me. I want you to do the kinds of things that would make men never want to date me ever again.'
She set the phone down confidently and smiled to herself, making a mental note to delete all her messages before her boyfriend got back from work. Looking down, she saw Brandon's response.
‘I'll be there in an hour.'
Her heart was racing and her pussy was dripping with moisture. Her body tingled with anticipation as she took the slippery, wet vibrator and placed it in her mouth. All hesitation was now gone. There was no turning back. Any feelings of guilt or remorse were now shielded by a thick covering of salacious idealization of prospective lewdness. The events of her scandalous little tryst were set in motion. Now, all she needed to do was set the stage for her lust driven adventure.
Amanda quickly made her way into her boyfriend's closet and back to the collection of kinky outfits that he had accumulated for her. For some strange reason there was something incredibly naughty about choosing something that Taylor had purchased to wear for another man. The simple thought made her wet as she perused the assortment of plastic packages. After she had made her choices, Amanda concentrated on her hair and make-up. A few minutes later she was admiring herself in the full length bathroom mirror.
In an effort to look and feel as slutty as possible, Amanda had chosen a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings held aloft by a plain black garter belt. Her panties too, were plain black with no mention-able features. For her top, she chose a tight fitting black corset that cinched her midsection and made her average sized breasts seem more than ample. After some deliberation, she also added a tiny pleated, pleather mini-skirt that served more for visual presentation than to actually cover anything. The whole ensemble looked just deliciously trashy. As almost an afterthought, she picked out the collar and leash from Taylor's stash and fastened the black leather around her neck. The cold metal chain attached to the collar dangled down against her skin, swaying with her every movement.
She tied her hair back in a pony-tail and threw on one of Taylor's bathrobes before making her way into the kitchen. Taking a bottle of Grey Goose vodka from the freezer, she poured a little into a glass and slammed it back. She didn't want to be drunk, but she did want her inhibitions to be as low as possible. After imbibing the harsh, icy cold liquid she took another. She then placed the bottle on the black kitchen counter and waited impatiently. He arrived exactly thirty seven minutes later.
Brandon was not extremely good looking. He had a slightly better than average face with a very good body. He was average height, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were dark and penetrating. He had a square, well-formed jaw and moderately thick, pouty lips. He rarely smiled, although when he did, it made Amanda tingle. He had a mysterious aura about him. He was quiet, yet confident. Sullen and intelligent. He possessed an almost "James Dean" quality, yet he was capable of brief moments of witty humor when he desired. He was dressed plainly with grey-ish colored jeans and a simple button-up black shirt. Amanda could tell that Brandon had recently been to the gym, as his hair was still slightly damp and the muscles in his arms were still slightly engorged, retaining that full, pumped appearance that accompanies and especially strenuous workout. Admittedly, Amanda knew very little about Brandon. Aside from his sexual proclivities and drink preferences she had almost zero knowledge of his personal life, his work, or his family.
And she liked it that way.
He was simply a sexual avatar. A kinky toy to be brought out and used whenever she so desired in order to satisfy her dark, carnal urges. Although she played the part of the obedient, submissive sex slave, deep down she knew that it was she that was using him.
Brandon entered the apartment and glanced around, almost to gage the legitimacy of the situation as he followed his host into the kitchen. As she lead him into her boyfriend's apartment, she let the robe fall from her shoulders, giving him a clear view of her slutty attire as she walked.
"Want a drink?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder as she motioned to the bottle of vodka, situated in a dripping pool of condensation on the black granite counter.
His dark eyes were scanning her body, from her fishnet clad legs up to her plentifully round ass. From her tightly cinched waist to her immaculately applied make-up complete with deep, sultry mascara. A drink was obviously the last thing on his mind.
"How about you get down on your fucking knees," he answered back in an emotionless tone.
Amanda held back a smile upon hearing those words. This was exactly what she had been hoping for.
Obediently she knelt down, the hard floor biting into her knees though the skimpy fishnet stockings. The metal, chain linked leash gathered in a small pile between her legs. Brandon approached, looming over her as he reached over and grabbed the bottle from the counter. With his other hand, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled Amanda's face into him. She was breathing heavily as he forced her against his crotch, her face pressed against his jeans, feeling the hardness of his desirable cock straining from within.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, lewdly grinding himself into her gasping, parted mouth.
"Yes..." she replied meekly, opening her lips around the hardness in his pants.
Brandon put the vodka bottle to his mouth and bit down on the blue plastic cap, pulling it free with a hollow "pop." He then spit it across the counter into the stainless steel sink before taking a long swig of the potent liquid. Suddenly his grip tightened around Amanda's ponytail and he yanked her head back with violent force.
"You want to be my whore?" he asked, glaring into her dusky, grey-ish green eyes.
"Yes."
"I want to hear you beg," he ordered, setting the bottle back down on the counter.
"Please..." Amanda pleaded as she looked up into his cold, unwavering eyes. "Please let me be your whore. Please let me suck your cock."
Then Brandon did something he had never done before. He spit into Amanda's face.
Immediately, an overwhelming sense of humiliation and vulnerability coursed through her body as she felt his saliva dripping down her face. She was shocked and incredibly turned on at the same time. The corner of his lip curled into a bit of a smile as he realized that he truly could do whatever he wanted to her at that moment.
"Open your mouth," he commanded.
She did.
Again he spit, this time into her open, waiting mouth. She could taste the vodka in his saliva. Her chest heaved beneath the tight fitting corset.
"Is this what you want?" Brandon asked, suddenly turning around and backing his ass into Amanda's face.
Taken aback, she hesitated before answering. Of course the response was "yes."
"Show me, you filthy fucking cheating whore."
Those words came at the exact, perfect time. The cold realization set in. She was a cheating whore. She was on her knees in her boyfriend's place with another man's spit running down her face as she silently begged him to let her please him in the filthiest ways possible.
Amanda's pussy dampened even more as she nuzzled her face into Brandon's tight, muscular ass, her lips pawing at him through the thin denim. As she mouthed him through his pants, she heard the tell-tale sound of his zipper opening. Turning around he presented himself to her, his hands motionless at his sides. Timidly, she reached up only to have him slap her small, delicate hands away.
"Beg."
"Please let me suck your cock and lick your ass," she implored as she knelt submissively before him.
Brandon smiled in response and Amanda reached up once again, this time managing to tug his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs, finally freeing his cock which swung tantalizingly before her face. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she opened her mouth and took the meaty organ inside. Brandon wasted no time in proceeding to pump his hips forward as he reached down to grab the leash that was dangling free amid her legs. Pulling the chain taut, he forced himself inside her, relishing the gagging sound he produced from her mouth and throat.
"You look like such a whore right now," he mentioned nonchalantly, as he pulled his saliva soaked cock from Amanda's mouth and slapped it rudely across her face. "Down on your knees...in your boyfriend's kitchen...with a cock in your mouth."
Amanda relished the harsh words and they served only to drive her to further depths of depravity. She did feel like a whore. And she was fucking loving it. Brandon lifted his dick upwards and pulled her mouth to his balls, making her suck them as he slowly rubbed his shaft. Amanda moaned as she sucked away, secretly wishing that he had come fresh from the gym. The idea of being forced to suck his sweaty balls and ass was an idea that made her pussy absolutely drool.
Turning around, he then let his pants drop down to his ankles before kicking them aside.
"Lick my asshole," he ordered, his voice calm and monotone.
Amanda had licked Brandon's ass before, but it had always been when they were both drunk...and with the lights off. Now, she sat staring at his naked, toned, hairless ass as he held her by the leash like some submissive pet. Leaning forward, she pressed her face into his muscular cheeks and lashed out with her tongue, immediately finding his tiny hole. He let out a soft moan as he felt the softness of her wet little tongue on his asshole and he yanked the chain, pulling her in deeper. He slightly lifted one leg to allow her easier access and she took full advantage, treating his tiny orifice to the most eager work her little tongue could provide. Brandon was now stroking his cock as she serviced him, the pumping of his fist growing more and more frantic with every swipe of her dirty little tongue.
"Ugh....Fuck!" he groaned suddenly as he turned slightly to the side.
Amanda kept tonguing his anus as Brandon proceeded to shoot a strong stream of white jism across her boyfriend's kitchen cabinets. Standing up on his toes, he struggled to collect as much of the white fluid on the counter top as his fist squeezed every last drop from the head of his dick. Dropping back down to his heels, he let out a long breath as Amanda floundered at his feet, jostled to and fro by the leash in his hand.
After a brief pause, he proceeded to wrap the chain around her neck as she watched his cum running down the brown wooden cabinet surface, leaving a long, translucent trail in its wake. With one hand grasping the leash and the other taking a hold of her bouncing ponytail, Brandon then forced her face towards the glistening streak. Hungrily, she opened her mouth and caught the descending glob of cum with her tongue before sliding her lips upwards, replacing the long trail of sticky cum with a shiny sheen of her own saliva. When she reached the top of the cabinet, Brandon roughly pulled her to her feet and pressed her face against the hard granite surface.
"Lick it up whore," he muttered, spitting again into her gasping face. "Every drop. We don't want your boyfriend finding my cum on his kitchen counter..."
Amanda was actually a little surprised at his sternness and aggression, but she definitely liked it. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to relinquish all control and let Brandon utterly degrade her. And she proved it my running her tongue over the smooth surface, licking up every drop of his essence.
"Now I'll have that drink," he stated plainly, tossing the leash to the floor and sauntering his way across the floor into the living room.
Amanda took a brief moment to compose herself before going about making her guest a cocktail. There was something very sexy-feeling about being dressed like that and serving Brandon. As she mixed the drink she imagined how hot it would be to serve a group of men while dressed as a total whore...having them take her and use her whenever they pleased....
"Looks like you've been having fun," Brandon said, snapping her out of her lascivious daydream.
He, of course, was referring to the assortment of sex toys that littered the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"What can I say?" she responded, joining him in the living room. "I was feeling naughty."
She set the drink down on the coffee table between the suction cup dildo and the bottle of lubricant as Brandon kicked off the rest of his clothes. Amanda took a moment to admire his body before he once again put her to work.
"Let's see this little outfit you have on," he said, making a twirling motion with his finger.
Amanda smiled and stood before him, spinning around slowly to allow him a full view of her choice of scandalous clothing.
"Nice," he said, taking a long drink from his glass. "Did your boyfriend buy that for you?"
"Yes," she answered, feigning bashfulness. "Does that turn you on?"
"Maybe," he stated, again with very little emotion. "What about these? Did he pay for all these too?"
Amanda smiled as he motioned to the sex toys on the table.
"Yes."
"Well, why don't you show me what you do with these?"
"You want me to give you a little show?"
Brandon nodded, taking another sip of his drink.
"Get down on your hands and knees. Let me see that ass."
Once again reverting to the role of the submissive, Amanda did as she was told. She turned around and got down on all fours. Her knees were still sore from the kitchen floor so she was thankful for the soft green rug that covered most of the living room floor. Silently she thanked Taylor for picking it out when they had gone shopping together some months back.
Brandon remained silent.
A sense of vulnerability once again came to dominate the atmosphere in the room. She felt so...submissive. So...used...Yet so sexy. The little black mini skirt was riding up high, exposing her ass which was covered only by the thin strip of black fabric nestled snugly between her cheeks.
"Pull your panties down."
His voice was stern and commanding. Amanda did as she was told.
"Spread your ass."
Again she did as she was told, allowing her face to be pressed against the plush carpet as she reached back and pulled her taut little cheeks apart in a lewd display of total subservience.
"Whose ass is that?" he asked, lounging back on Taylor's sofa, naked with a drink in his hand.
"Yours," Amanda replied, her voice taking on an innocent tenor that betrayed the absolutely filthy scene she was providing.
"Stick your finger up your ass," Brandon ordered bluntly, drinking as he stroked his flaccid cock. "Play with yourself. I want you to make me nice and hard so I can fuck you in your boyfriend's bed."
Amanda closed her eyes and sucked her finger before reaching back and running the tip over her tight little knot. When it was adequately lubricated with saliva and pussy fluids, she slipped the finger inside as her newfound master looked on. She slipped it in and out, a little deeper each time until she was sliding it deep inside her hungry little asshole, reveling in the pleasure she was providing Brandon with her filthy actions.
"Now suck it."
Amanda knew at that time that there was nothing that she would not do for him.
Pulling her finger from her ass, she sucked it into her mouth, gaining nothing from the filthy act other than pleasing Brandon. Lazily, he worked his cock and sipped his drink as she treated him to an erotic anal masturbation show which was quickly about to escalate.
Taking the initiative, Amanda grabbed the vibrator from the table and worked it into her pussy, moaning softly as the hard plastic object slipped easily inside her. All feelings of inhibition now drifted away as she fucked her holes with fingers and toy, using deep penetrating strokes. She then pulled the vibrator from her pussy and began to force it into her ass as she once again sucked her dirty little finger. Twisting and turning, Amanda slid the object inch by inch into her hole as Brandon watched contentedly. At that moment, as she presented herself in the most vulnerable of positions...she wondered if she would ever do something like this for Taylor...? Would she degrade herself...and allow herself to be used and humiliated...?
Before she could answer her own subliminal question, she heard the sound of Brandon attaching the large suction cup dildo to the coffee table. Looking back, she saw the imposing rubber cock swaying back and forth as it sat, stuck to the surface in an almost comical fashion. Like a semi-turgid, sexual colossus it stood before her, beckoning her forth.
She knew what she needed to do.
Standing up, she stared into his dark, malevolent looking eyes as she sucked the blue plastic vibrator and stepped towards the coffee table. Brandon finished his drink and set the empty glass down. Amanda could see his dick already beginning to fill once again. Straddling the corner of the table with her back to him, she reached down to steady the large life like dildo. Aiming the tip at her descending hole, she then lowered her pussy down onto the waiting, rubber penis. Although it was only about seven or eight inches long, it was immensely thick, and Amanda had to slow her descent as her lips stretched around the helmet-shaped, realistic head. As she felt the substantial phallus filling her body, her middle finger began to massage her clit with quick, deliberate motions. Taking it as far as she could, she started moving up and down on it, fucking it as she played with her sensitive fleshy button while using her other hand to rub her asshole for Brandon's viewing pleasure.
She then felt his breath on the back of her neck.
He was standing behind her as she continued her demeaning performance. He grabbed her hair and yanked it back as he forced her deep down onto the thick dildo.
"You are the dirtiest fucking whore I have ever met," he hissed into her ear.
Amanda loved his dirty insults. She craved them. She wanted him to think of her as a dirty fucking whore. She wanted him to retain memories of this experience for the rest of his days. Like a kinky ghost drifting through his life, she would pass through, leaving only memories in her wake as he struggled in futility to find another girl that would ever meet his darkest, carnal needs.
Her legs were aching, but she retained the uncomfortable position of half-squatting down on the large dildo. Brandon snatched up a moderately sized red rubber butt plug and shoved it into her mouth. Amanda sucked enthusiastically, moaning as she gyrated her hips and clutched at her breasts with untamed lust. He then pulled the plug from her mouth and slid it down between her pert little ass cheeks as she bottomed out on the massively thick dildo. As she felt the slender, cone shaped implement behind pushed into the confines of her hungry little asshole, she found herself glancing over at the door. Her heart stopped for brief second as she considered the possible implications if Taylor decided to come home early. What a scene he would be walking in on. For some reason, the possibility turned Amanda on even more and she reached back to spread her ass cheeks as the plug slipped all the way in. He was behind her still, now standing closely. She could feel his half erect cock pressing against the curve of her lower back, below the edge of the corset and above the top of her ass. His muscular, well-formed chest was against her back and his hands were lecherous groping her body. Inspecting her...testing her...She was an object. A toy for Brandon to play with and abuse like a naughty child with a doll.
He squeezed one of her breasts hard and slapped her briskly across the ass, leaving a lingering flushed mark. He grabbed her cheek and pressed his fingers into her flesh as he guided her body up off the suction cup dildo, one hand leading her with a tight grip on her ponytail. As the toy popped free from the confines of Amanda's pussy, it once again swayed back and forth, now glistening wet with her juices. Brandon forced her down to her knees and she found herself face to face with the soaking wet phallus as he picked up the chain attached to the collar around her slender neck. With his other hand tightly holding her hair, he forced her mouth down onto the rubber dick.
"Suck it slut. Suck that fucking cock."
Amanda's teeth scraped the sides and her lips stretched to capacity as she felt herself forced to take in the massively thick object. Nearing the point of pain, she gagged and her spit dribbled out to run down the shaft to mix with her vaginal fluids already coating the toy. As Brandon relinquished his hold on her hair, she gasped for breath before running her tongue up and down the sides of the fake cock, relishing the taste of her pussy.
After a couple minutes of watching Amanda lick and suck the dildo clean, Brandon was fully erect and ready to progress to the next stage of their kinky little drama.
"Come on," he said, yanking the metal, chain linked leash as if she were a disobedient dog. "Let's go to the bedroom."
As he walked across the apartment holding the bottle of lubricant in one hand and the leash in the other, Amanda followed, degrading herself further by crawling on her hands and knees. The fishnet stockings that adorned her legs slid easily across the hardwood floor. The idea of fucking another man in her boyfriend's bed...the bed that he bought and paid for...the bed that he slept in every night...created an odd sensation deep inside her. This was taking the idea of "cheating" to a whole new level, and it was turning her on like nothing ever had in her relatively short life.
The combination of the plug in her ass and the leash around her neck was making her pussy tingle with sexual electricity and she longed to touch her hand to her clit for some kind of erotic release. As he led her into the bedroom, she hopped up onto the bed as he climbed up behind her. The smell of sex from earlier that morning still lingered in the air and Amanda arched her back in a provocative pose, displaying her tight round ass, centered by the end of the little red butt plug protruding from between her lusciously firm cheeks.
Brandon was obviously turned on although he was doing his best to maintain his composure. Kneeling behind her, he let a droplet of spit drop down onto his eager shaft. The extraneous lubrication, however, was not needed as Amanda's pussy was undoubtedly the wettest it had ever been. He stroked his cock a few times before positioning it at the opening of her waiting lips. Her body lurched forward suddenly as she felt his hips being driven forcefully into the back of her thighs and his dick being driven deep inside her.
"Ahhh," she let out in a relieved moan, finally feeling him inside her wanton pussy.
Brandon tightened his grip on the leash, and Amanda smiled in response, feeling the leather collar digging into her throat.
"Yes..." she gasped, her little blonde ponytail bouncing about her face as he fucked her with increasingly violent thrusts. "Fuck me... Fuck your little whore..."
And fuck her he did.
Brandon repeatedly plunged his cock into Amanda's willing body, sending her head thumping into the soft headboard as he continued to paint her ass red with stinging, crimson hand prints. Every filthy word that escaped her gasping lips served only to spur him on to further levels of carnal abuse. He pressed his thumb against the flattened end of the butt plug protruding from her hole and pressed hard, wiggling it around inside her. He then then gripped it between two fingers and slowly pulled it out as he watched her tight little pink knot snap shut enticingly. Yanking her head back, he forced the dirty little toy into her mouth as his balls slapped violently against her engorged pussy lips.
As Amanda sucked the small plastic butt plug obediently, Brandon began to drizzle cold wet lubricant down onto her tightly clenched asshole, which tightened even more at the feel of the cool slippery liquid. Her body tensed as his thumb massaged her tiny hole, coating the surface with lube before forcing its way inside.
"Mmmm," she purred, enjoying the dual sensation of having both her holes being filled.
"You like that?' Brandon asked predictably, slowly withdrawing his shimmering penis from her thoroughly fucked pussy. "You want my cock in your ass?"
"Yes please," Amanda answered, wiggling her ass in an enticing manner as his thumb slipped from her tight confines. "Please fuck my dirty little asshole...in my boyfriend's bed."
The latter part of her kinky request was said mainly for Brandon's pleasure, but as those words left her lips, she found it to be an incomparable turn-on. Patiently, she awaited his next move.
Amanda then felt the soft, wet head of his dick sliding down between her quivering cheeks as the grip on the leash was relinquished for a moment. She did her best to relax, but her partner's eagerness was destined to overcome any hesitation that she may have had. She arched her back even more she felt her tight muscular opening slowly giving way to Brandon's invading appendage. On an oil slick of slippery liquid his cock eased inside and then slid slowly and deliberately into her waiting orifice. Amanda gasped as she felt her most private orifice being completely filled with this rigid yet soft pole of smooth flesh. Like a sword in a hot, wet sheath, Brandon's cock settled into place as he once again tightened his grip on the leash and proceeded to inch in and out of her willing asshole.
"You dirty fucking whore," he muttered, more to himself than to Amanda, as he violated her tiny tunnel with increasingly triumphant thrusts. "Tell me where my dick is right now."
"Your dick is in my asshole," she answered meekly, playing along for mutual benefit. "I'm wearing an outfit that my boyfriend bought for me and you are using me like a worthless little whore...in his bed."
Her naughty words seemed to have the desired effect since Brandon began to increase his tempo, driving her hips downwards with each long stab of his cock.
"Your dick is in my asshole," she reiterated, losing herself in that kinky moment. "Your dick is my dirty, slutty, little cheating asshole."
And where is it going next?" Brandon asked, slapping her hard once again as he continued his relentless anal assault.
"Mmmm... In my mouth...." Amanda whimpered, knowing what her expected answer was to be.
He was fucking her hard now. His balls were barraging her dripping pussy lips with consecutive, sharp slaps as his substantial girth reamed her tiny hole. Any discomfort she may have been feeling due to his rough anal treatment was held dormant under a consuming layer of shamefully increasing pleasure. She was gasping and moaning between the stream of profanities that flowed openly from her lips.
"Yessss," she howled after a particularly deep stroke, pushing her ass back into Brandon's hips. "Make me taste it! Make me suck the taste of my pussy and asshole off your cock!"
Brandon slid his length out of Amanda's well-fucked opening and yanked her vehemently by the chain leash. Spinning around, she dove on his glistening dick, taking into her hungry mouth without hesitation. She felt so wonderfully dirty, tasting the lubricant and pussy juices on his slick, hard cock, moaning with every pass of her fervent lips. As he put his hand to the back of her head, her juicy blowjob gradually evolved into a brutal face fucking as Brandon violated her mouth with reckless abandon, causing a stream of foamy saliva to gather around his shaft and pour down her chin.
"Get on your back" he demanded, sliding his spit-lathered cock from her gasping mouth.
Flipping over, Amanda now lay supine as Brandon pinned her arms to the bed with his knees and knelt over her, glaring down at her with a devious glint in his dark eyes. Placing his balls on her lips, she parted her mouth and sucked timidly as she stared back with an innocent, doe-like expression.
"Yeah," he moaned, stroking his cock with slow deliberate pumps of his fist. "Make me cum. Make me cum all over your slutty fucking face."
Of course Amanda did as she was told, taking his wet balls into her mouth, sucking the mixture of pussy juices, lubricant and spit. Moving upwards, Brandon slid his saliva soaked, fleshy spheres across her pretty face as he positioned his asshole over her mouth.
"You know what to do whore," he seethed, still stroking his shaft. "Show me what a filthy slut you can be."
Amanda was going to do just that.
With her lips pressed against Brandon's ass, she sucked noisily at his forbidden hole, her little pink tongue stabbing and swiping without restraint. Every moan he let escape further fueled her impure desires and renewed her desire to please him. She not only wanted to prove to him how dirty she could be...but she wanted to prove it to herself.
"Deeper!" he ordered, grinding his wet asshole down onto her hungry lips. "I want to feel that slutty little tongue of yours deep in my fucking asshole!"
Ravenously she attacked his hole in an uninhibited oral assault, her nimble tongue piercing his tightly muscled ring. She was massaging the inside of his ass with frantic pulsing licks, as the pumping of his fist rapidly increased to a state of frenzy. She knew he was close to cumming and she wanted nothing more than to bring him over the edge in the filthiest way possible. Penetrating him as deep as possible, Amanda soon felt his asshole clenching around her tongue as he groaned and thrashed, sending hot cum raining down onto her face.
"Mmmm," she moaned with pleasure, feeling the warm, sticky shower of fuck juices splattering her smiling visage.
Raising up, he aimed his dick at her and the next batch dribbled out down onto her lips and cheek. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue to get the last few drops, swallowing them down as he let his wet cock fall with an unceremonious ‘slap' against her messy, cum-covered face. Brandon slumped down on the bed, breathing heavily as she motioned to wipe a glob of semen from her chin.
"No," he stated harshly, yanking hard on the leash. "Leave it."
Amanda paused, slightly confused.
"Let's wash that off," he said wryly, pulling her off the bed.
She dropped to her hands and knees, scurrying behind him as he walked briskly through the walk-in closet and into the adjoining bathroom. Since, she had not yet reached orgasm, her body was still brimming with sexual energy.
"Get in," Brandon ordered, motioning to the walk-in shower.
Again Amanda did as she was told, crawling into the glass covered cubicle, the cold hard floor still wet from Taylor's shower earlier that morning. The water dampened her fishnet stockings which were now looking worn and haggard. Brandon was standing over her, his trademark stern visage softened somewhat by a maleficent smile. Her heart raced with nervous anticipation as she knelt and stared up at him with dark mascara running down her soiled, wet face.
"Play with yourself."
The words flowed calmly and effortlessly from his mouth. Amanda reached between her legs and slid two fingers between the lips of her throbbing pussy. As she finally touched her clit, a sense of sexual relief washed over her and she closed her eyes for a brief moment. Brandon now held his partially softened cock in his hand, pointed directly at Amanda's cum covered face.
"Do you know what I'm going to do?" he asked, looming over her with apparent malicious intent.
She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
"What?"
For the first time that day, Amanda was rattled.
"You're...going to..." she began, stammering timidly. "P...pee on me...?"
"I'm going to piss on your face," he clarified.
She swallowed hard and nodded. Her fingers were still at work between her thighs, as the filthy prospect raced through her mind.
"Beg for it."
This was new territory. Amanda had never had a man urinate on her. Thoroughly used and defiled in every way possible, she was now reaching the epitome of sexual degradation.
"Please...," she pleaded, two fingers diving into her neglected pussy. "Please...piss on my face."
Amanda closed her eyes just in time as the stream of pale straw coloured fluid shot forth from Brandon's dick onto her face. She felt the warm liquid strike her skin, splashing against the sticky cum that ran in glistening streaks down her cheeks and lips. It covered her mouth and dribbled down her neck, dampening the black leather collar and leaking down to run in streams over her corset. It ran in rivulets down her meager clothing and soaked her fishnet covered thighs. It flowed easily over her cheap plastic mini-skirt and dripped to the floor before collecting in the seams between the tiles and disappearing down the shower drain with a dismissive gurgling sound. She also felt the warm piss running down her arm and onto her hand as she furiously worked her clit, spattering the liquid with every frenzied movement of her fingers.
It was then that she climaxed.
It was on her knees in her boyfriend's shower, with Brandon pissing into her cum covered face, that she had the most intense orgasm of her life. She would never know if it was the sublime degradation of the filthy scene, or the prolonged buildup of intense sexual energy that accompanied the entire situation, but Amanda experienced a few brief moments of absolute, unrestrained ecstasy at that shameful moment. Shaking and shuddering, her body quivered with ecstasy as her fingers brought her to her final destination.
As the stream subsided, Amanda sat back on her heels, mentally and physically exhausted. She felt satisfyingly used. Brandon shook his dick and walked out of the bathroom, leaving her sitting on the cold wet floor of her boyfriend's shower. The experience had come to an end. After cleaning herself up to an adequate degree, she came back out into the living room to find her guest fully dressed.
"I guess I should get going," he said, somewhat awkwardly as his domineering erotic presence seemed to fade away in the sexual afterglow. She noticed her little black underwear stuffed into the back pocket of his jeans. Taylor had bought those panties for her to wear for him, but now Brandon was claiming them as some kind of dirty little trophy.
Amanda glanced over at the clock.
"Yeah, I guess that's a good idea."
Truth be told, she wanted him gone. She had taken what she felt she needed and now she wished to discard him and continue with her day. Like a junkie with an addiction, she had momentarily attained her fix.
After an awkward goodbye, Brandon left the apartment and Amanda went about eliminating any trace of his visit. She washed the bedding, cleaned the sex toys, wiped down the coffee table and tossed her stockings and garter belt in the dumpster behind the building. She also deleted all Brandon's text messages from her phone before showering thoroughly to wash away any remnants of her kinky afternoon. She had just pulled the bed sheets from the dryer and replaced them on the bed when Taylor walked through the door.
The couple went about their evening as if nothing had happened. They went to the driving range and then out to dinner. The debased activities of earlier that day, Amanda had buried deep down in the depths of her psyche. She had always been very adept at compartmentalization, and this was no exception. In fact, if it was not for the subtle taste of Brandon's cum lingering on her tongue, she would have thought absolutely nothing of her twisted, adulterous undertakings. He had been an erotic addendum to a generally slutty chapter in the book of her life, and that chapter was fast coming to a close. There might be others... There would probably be others. Scandalous secrets that she would keep to herself and then gradually forget. After all...she wasn't hurting anyone.
Later that night, Amanda was lying in bed watching television with her boyfriend beside her, when she saw that ominous red light flashing on her little black cell phone. She picked it up to check the incoming message.
‘Thanks for this morning. ;) ‘
Amanda remained calm and cold as she transfixed on that little winking emoticon. She subtly shifted her arm position to hide the glowing screen from Taylor.
"Who is that?" he asked halfheartedly, his attention firmly fixed on the TV.
She erased the text and opened her contact list, quickly finding Brandon's name, which she had strategically titled "Brenna."
Clicking on the name, she moved the cursor to the "Delete Contact" option.
"Nobody," she muttered quietly. "Nobody at all."
‘Are you sure you want to delete contact?' the screen flashed back at her.
She looked over at Taylor, who was rolling over and closing his eyes before turning back to her phone.
She clicked "Yes."
The End
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