Part III

THE FINAL CHAPTER

That last weekend was sort of the peak of things. The next weekend was kind of a repeat of the previous. I spent more time fucking her in the ass and making her lick it off my cock. But, really, nothing different happened.

The week after that was about the same except this time I brought rope with me. Handcuffing her and using her like a slut in every way I could think of was fun. But, a couple days before I went over I reasoned that it might be more fun to tie her to a chair. And, it was. Having her sitting on a hard wood chair, naked, bound to the chair with thick rope was a much better visual.

The first time I had her all bound up on the chair, rope wrapped around her, criss-crossing the rope above and under her naked tits, in a very tight figure-8 pattern, which made her tits stick out straight as they glowed in a very pleasing shade of red was cool. It took more time to actually get her bound up, which added a new element to having her restrained. And, when I made sure to bind her tits tightly and bite on her nipples — not too hard, but hard enough to make her squeal was a hell of a turn on.

But, other than that, I was out of ideas. Don’t get me wrong, doing what I’d done to her for the previous weeks was pretty much an unimaginable turn on for a very inexperienced 18 year old guy.

I raced out of town the following weekend and didn’t see her at all. By then I had her phone number so I called her the next week, TELLING her that I’d be over on Friday — crassly reminding her that It’d been two weeks and she’d better brace herself.

When I showed up that Friday, to my surprise, she was dressed in that thigh length button front, nearly see-through bathrobe looking thing. She now had on a very sparsely built red bra that was visible under the partially unbuttoned top. I was still sort of wondering what was going on — she’d NEVER been ready when I’d come over before.

But, she strained up onto her tippy-toes and gave me a soft, lingering tongue kiss. We walked through the little kitchen and she handed me a freshly made Long Island Iced Tea. When we walked into the little front room, I stopped in my tracks. There was a guy sitting in the chair — the same chair where I’d previously found the handcuffs, blindfold, paddle and the harsh little nipple clips.

He was maybe 5’8 or 5’9. It was hard to tell because he didn’t stand up. He just raised his drink to me, like some kind of salute. He wasn’t really greasy or anything — but he had that weasely look about him. His hair was pretty long and looked dirty, like he’d forgotten to wash or comb it for a couple of weeks. His t-shirt and jeans gave off the same aura; slightly dirty and wrinkled. He was maybe 145lbs and, honestly, just seemed like a creep. Which was enhanced because he just sat there, a stupid grin on his face, without saying a word.

I roughly grabbed Pam by the arm and led her back into the kitchen, not caring one whit if I was being rude to that dude. I asked her “what the fuck is he doing here?” Her reply was: “oh, he’s a friend, I asked him to come over — it’ll be fun.” It only took me a few seconds to realize she wanted us both to not only fuck her, together, but treat her the way she liked being treated — which was like a dirty, submissive slut.

I was fine with treating her that way. I knew she loved it and, I have to admit, my time with Pam set me on a path where I’d come to love treating my girls a little dirty and nasty — the more they liked it, the dirtier I got. I went on to learn that most girls liked being treated a little nasty, liked being talked to dirty, liked getting fucked a little rough — mostly, but not all of them.

But here was some weasely little guy that I didn’t even know and I had absolutely no interest in double-teaming her with this creep. SO I just told her “I’m not doing this with him.” I was sort of pissed. But, mostly I just didn’t want anything to do with it or HIM. I told her “he’s going to have to go — or I’m leaving.”

She snuggled into me, got up on her tip-toes again, kissed me lightly and said “I don’t want you to go.” I took that as her answer, walked into the front room and told him he needed to leave. He looked at me sort of funny, snickered a little and just sat there. I got up close to him and told him again “Time for you to take-off dude.”

I was done fucking around and I wasn’t happy with the situation. So I reached down, grabbed his wrist with one hand and grabbed his upper arm with my other and jerked him to his feet. He bristled up for a few seconds, like he was thinking about taking a swing at me. I stepped in close, making sure he could feel that he was a lot smaller than me and, more importantly, crowding him so he had no room if he decided to try me.

He made the right choice, deflated himself, and looked right at Pam. She just shrugged her shoulders. I put my hand in between his shoulder blades and gave him a little shove “Time for you to get!” By then I was sort of hoping he’d take a swing at me, but he didn’t. I walked him toward the door and when he passed Pam he said something that I couldn’t hear, but I could tell he was not being nice.

I took a few big steps, grabbed him by both shoulders and marched him toward the door. He opened it and I shoved him out — hard enough that he stumbled and fell. I walked out behind him and said “If I even hear of you giving her any trouble or hurting her, I’m going to fuck you up.”

As I’d mentioned in previous stories, I grew up on Camp Pendleton Marine Base — My Dad was Sargent and a combat veteran. When you grow up on a military base, disputes are almost at all times settled in a fight. I may have only been 18, but by then I’d been in dozens of fights and had been taught how to fight by Marines. So, I wasn’t bluffing and he seemed to find out that this was a line he didn’t want to cross.

I let Pam know I wasn’t happy about that and she promised me it’s never happen again. After we’d settled a little and finished a drink and a half while talking about things, we had very aggressive sex. There was nothing different than what I’ve described previously – just rougher, more demanding. I was dominating her like never before. And, I have to admit, treating her like that was a real high!

I made her drop her robe and look at me, while she stood there, nearly naked and obviously embarrassed. She was still kind of frozen, not knowing what I was gonna do to her. She knew I was pissed about the little weasel and I think she was slightly afraid of what I was gonna do.

‘Stick your fucking hand in your panties and begin banging your pussy!” She quickly spread her legs, stuffed her hand in her panties and started banging her cunt, furiously. All the time she was staring at me, looking me right in the eye.

She was trying to get more fingers in her pussy but her panties were holding her back. She looked at me with pleading eyes and I finally said, “Go ahead, take those off, but don’t you sit down — do you find out me?” She nodded her head quickly, bent slightly at her waist and pulled her panties down. She had to wiggle and strain to get the thong over her fat ass, but she finally managed to drop them on the floor and step out of them.

She stood, looking at me, wearing nothing but a very thin red bra with straps that crisscrossed across her chest before disappearing over her shoulders. She still had a look of fear on her face. In a high, shaky voice she managed to squeak out “I’m sorry.”

I stared at her for a few seconds, watching her twitch and squirm and shiver. Then I said “well?” She looked confused, not knowing exactly what to do. I just let her squirm while I stared at her. After about 30 seconds I said –‘Well, what are you going to do?”

She seemed to get it and her hand slowly drifted down, toward her pussy. She rubbed it with a few short, soft rubs — her eyes never drifting from my stare. I nodded my head, twice, slowly and waited. She spread her legs a little and quickly slipped two fingers into her very wet little snatch. I nodded my head again and she began banging her pussy — a little slowly for the first 10 seconds or so, then something happened. She moaned loudly and at the same time jammed two more fingers in her pussy and started banging her cunt furiously.

In less than a minute she’d spread her legs as wide as she could and had most of her hand in her pussy. It seemed like she was trying for all she was worth to bury her whole hand into her closely manicured little snatch. Even after all of the slutty dirty things she’d done — or I’d done to her — this was different.

So, I just let her do it, every 20 or 30 seconds I’d bark at her “go on slut, go on, stick your hand in your cunt — do it! Of course, that set her off. She grabbed a cushion off the couch, tossed it on the floor, so it was leaning up against the base of the couch, and flopped her back up against it. She looked me straight in the eyes and went back to banging her nasty little cunt with all of her fingers (and her thumb).

Our eyes were still locked. Without breaking our stare, I reached down, popped the top button of my jeans open, and released some of the pressure on my cock. When I did that she shuddered — hard! So, I just pulled my pants open and let them drop almost to my knees, fully exposing my rock hard cock.

That sent her the rest of the way over the edge. She began banging her pussy furiously and, within seconds, her whole hand disappeared into her red, swollen, cunt. She was small and her hands were small — which allowed her to bury her hand all the way up to her wrist. Once it was all the way in she let out a very loud moan, here eyes glazed over, she started breathing in fast little breaths, more like puffs — Fuff FUFF fuff FUFF.

She banged her pussy faster and harder for a couple of minutes. Then, like somebody had thrown a light switch, she rolled into a loud, shuddering, screaming orgasm! I watched in absolute amazement until she was finally spent.

When she pulled her hand out of her pussy, after fucking her wet, swollen cunt so furiously, I half expected it to be bloody — but it wasn’t. “lick it clean” I demanded. Without hesitation she started licking her hand and sucking her fingers into her mouth — sort of like a cat licking it’s paws — but cats don’t have fingers to suck on. When she was done, she reached up, found her drink and leaned against the couch gasping for air.

I kicked off my cowboy boots, dropped my pants and stepped out of them (no underwear, of course). My cock was rock hard but I was still pretty pissed at her for thinking I was going to double team her with some slimy fucking weasel of a guy!

So, I got down on my knees, leaned forward on my elbows and growled at her “lick my ass — SLUT!” She was on me so fast she must of just lunged to the floor. She was trying to make amends and she was clearly ready to show me how sorry she was.

She licked around the edge of my asshole for about a minute, slowly, her tongue very wet and slippery. Then, instead of just slipping it into my ass, she just plunged it in all the way. I could feel her nose pressing against the top of my ass. She was moaning and trying her hardest to fuck my ass with her tongue.

I have to tell you, not all girls will do that, but you’d be surprised at what you can get even the most “proper” girl to do if you take the time to get them really wound up and horny (a little booze and smoke always helps too). But, my point is, at least from my perspective, the first minute or two of a girl riming your ass is the most erotic feeling ever. The sensitivity goes away after about the first few minutes. But, that’s OK because by then the chick has gone over the edge and is ready for just about anything…

After a couple minutes, I rolled around and sat on my butt; leaning against the couch, right next to her. I gave her a minute or two to have a couple swallows of her drink and kind of come back to her senses. Then I reached up, grabbed a big handful of bleach blonde hair and dragged her head down to my crotch.

Within seconds of her mouth touching my cock she was sucking it like a woman possessed! I pushed her head down with both hands and demanded “swallow it bitch, swallow it.” And, she did. She took it down her throat until her nose was pressed against my pubic hair. I let her have it for awhile, but didn’t want to cum in her mouth. It’d been two weeks and I wanted to be fucking her hard when I came for the first time.

After a minute or so, I pushed myself to my feet and pulled her up onto her knees – “don’t you fuckin’ move!” I stepped around behind her, got to my knees, kicked her legs apart and pushed my big index finger into her ass. She squealed — half surprise — half pain. I banged it in three or four more times, hard, then I scooted up close, positioned the head of my cock against her brown hole, and with one fast jerk buried about half of it in her ass.

She screamed! I pumped it in a little deeper. My cock wasn’t completely dry. She’d been sucking it like a crazed slut just seconds earlier and it was covered with saliva. I took advantage of that wetness and started fucking her ass, deeper and harder with each stroke! After I’d jammed my cock into her ass a dozen times or so, she started to relax and began fucking me back.

I fucked her like that for 3 or 4 minutes. Then I pulled out, crawled up to the couch and sat with my back against it. I grabbed a big handful of her hair, making her scream again, and in a deep growl told her “get on your knees and suck my fuckin’ cock, SLUT!”

I pulled her hair and drove her head right down to my cock. She was almost having an out-of-body experience. She was there; she knew what was happening, sort of. But mostly, she was just reacting without thinking. I grabbed two handfuls of hair, pulled her head down to my cock and demanded “lick your ass cum off my cock — lick it all over slut!” I slowly fucked her mouth while licked and sucked my cock clean. When she was done, she paused, looking around for, I guess, a place to spit the nastiness out. In a low growling voice I demanded: “swallow it, swallow it all — swallow it SLUT!”

And she did. That chick could suck a cock like few I’ve ever experienced. She’d take it all the way down her throat, hold it for a few seconds, come up, gasp for air, and go back down for more. She couldn’t breath with my cock down her throat. After a couple of minutes, when she came up for air, snot was running out of her nose, she’d gasp three or four times, then swallow it again.

About the third time she swallowed it I knew I couldn’t take it much longer. I pulled out, got up on my knees, pushed her face down to the carpet saying, “don’t you fuckin’ move — SLUT.” And, she didn’t move an inch. She just kneeled there gasping hard for air, half crying, half moaning.

I got back behind her. Her ass had already been fucked, so it was sort of ready for my next assault. Plus, my cock was covered with saliva. So, without hesitating, in one hard stroke, I buried my very hard cock into her ass. She screamed. I pulled out, most of the way, then buried it in her ass all the way to my balls!

She cried out “owww fuck!” I slammed it in again and again. Each time she screamed louder and louder. I couldn’t tell if she was screaming in pain or because it felt good. I’m pretty sure it didn’t feel that good. Her ass was pretty dry, my cock was very hard, and I had both of my hands on her shoulders, pulling her back each time I slammed my cock into her ass.

I only lasted two or three minutes. When I felt it cumming and I knew I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I pulled my cock almost all the way out, jerked her shoulders back and at the same time I slammed my hips forward. I came in one huge jolt, a rumbling moan blasted out of my throat and it felt like an electric shock all the way down to my toes. I pumped her about six more times. Then I pulled out, jerked her hair so hard her body involuntarily turned toward me.

I yelled at her “suck my cock — suck my fucking dick slut — suck it!” She was totally in a daze, wild-eyed and disoriented. I scooted a little closer raised up on my knees, grabbed her hair and demanded “begin sucking slut!” She dropped forward; her mouth open wide, and she almost fell onto my cock.

At that moment she was almost out of her mind with wanton lust. My cock was covered with cum AND her ass juices. She moaned and swore and sucked my cock as deep and hard as she could, sucking out the last few shots of cum left in me. She swallowed as fast as she could, still choking.

Before she was even close to done sucking my cock, I pulled out, stood up, sat on the couch and grabbed my drink. I was done with her — for a while anyway. But, she wasn’t done. I wouldn’t let her have my cock anymore — at least not right then — so she contented herself licking my balls and managed pull my hips down just enough to slip her tongue into my ass a few more times.

Finally, I made her stop. She started to get up, but I barked at her “just sit right there, slut.” I wanted her to know I was still pissed at her and made her sit at my feet, like the submissive slut she was. I handed her drink to her. She drank most of it in a few big swallows, choking a little on the last swallow.

I needed a different position. The cushions on the couch were all askew, one of them on the floor. So, I moved over to the chair, where I’d first discovered her “toys” a couple of weeks earlier. I wasn’t surprised to see that all of them were, once again, neatly arranged on the side table. Except there, partially on top of the handcuffs and next to her paddle was a big dildo.

Of course, I’d seen those before, in a couple of very raunchy magazines my Dad had brought back from his very frequent business trips, to who knows where. But I’d never seen one in person. It wasn’t really like the ones that we have now. It wasn’t semi-soft, with big veins and a very real looking cock head. It was just big and hard and red with a black cap that held batteries.

I didn’t touch it. I just sat there, sipping my drink, regaining my strength, letting my cock recover for the next round. I looked at Pam. She was still sweating, everything was smeared on her face and she almost looked like she’d had enough. But I hadn’t had enough. I was 18 years old and could easily go 4 or 5 times in a night. I told her “get over here!” She jumped to her feet much more quickly than I expected. She held up one finger while she scurried back to her bedroom saying “I’ll be right back, I’ll be right back.”

Well, she didn’t come right back. She was a girl, after all. She needed to clean up, put on fresh make up, and something new to cover herself. But, I have to admit, she was gone no more than 10 minutes, which, for her, was pretty damn good – I was proud of her. When she emerged she was wearing a very sheer white top that had a scoop neck that was all elastic. She had on a new, black bra and the cups were almost completely transparent. I could see everything, quite clearly.

She wasn’t even wearing a thong — her pussy and ass were bare, exposed, and ready for more. She had on a lot of dark blue eye shadow, with black lines around it and was wearing very red lipstick. She almost looked like one of those “blow-up” fuck me dolls that looser guys sometimes buy.

She sat at my feet, took a big drink of her 3rd long Island Iced Tea then paused, produced a joint, and lit it up. As usual she took a couple big long drags, handed it to me, I took a couple puffs, much bigger than usual and as I handed it back I held my breath. Things had sort of settled and I knew I was gonna get pretty aggressive with her one more time, so I figured a couple big long drags might be a good idea.

It was! After finishing the joint and about 10 minutes of recovery, I handed her the big red dildo. She just smiled and blushed a little while she looked up at me. Somehow, she could make her face look semi-innocent just before she did very dirty nasty things. I’ll admit, it really turned me on.