“Yes, sir.” She turned over, exposing her now red but still
beautiful ass. I smeared K-Y on my cock, and climbed between her legs,
dizzy with lust, a noise like the rushing wind in my ears. I kneaded her
ass cheeks for a minute, my cock jerking up and down with anticipation.
[…]
pushing her up to face me. Her face was wet with tears.
“Are you ready to behave now?” I asked hoarsely.
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Apologize,” I ordered.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
[…]
She understood what was coming.
“No, no, I’ll be good. Please, no.” I ignored her and brought my
hand down hard on her ass. “No, no,” she cried, “I’ll be good, really,
really, don’t spank me, oh, ohhhh… .”
“You should have […]
one minute to do, I consider it impossible and go on to the next one.”
I sighed inwardly and thought to myself that she was lucky to have those
tits; she was certainly not going to get by on her brains. I said,
“What’s your major?”
“Psychology,” she replied. […]
and I withdrew my finger. When I leaned over to get the K-Y, Shannon
tried to turn over. “Turn over!” I said, “Get your ass in the air.”
She whimpered and pawed at me, trying to embrace me, but I turned her
over roughly. “Do you want me to spank it before […]
She looked at me, her eyes wide. I repeated, “Turn over,” and she turned
slowly over. I reached down and ran my finger up the crack of her ass,
and she shivered. I found the entrance with my finger, and began to shove
it in, my cock stiff as a rod as […]
she lay silent, my arm still around her.
After about twenty minutes I realized that I was not yet satisfied.
We had been having ordinary sex for too long, and I needed violence.
I began to caress Shannon again, running my fingernails up and down her
back and playing with […]
“Good girl.” I put my middle finger in her cunt and bent my thumb
to rub against her clit. She began bucking and thrusting against my hand,
and emitting little cries of pleasure.
“Oh god, oh shit, oh baby, oh god oh […]
wouldn’t be any good for you unless you understood implicitly that I
was in control.” I pinched her nipple hard as I said the last word.
She gasped and brought her face up to mine.
“Oh god yes,” she said. My finger entered her cunt, and she
[…]
wasn’t looking at me, so I couldn’t see her expression. I grabbed her
upper arm and squeezed it, and again brought her to me for a kiss, a more
passionate one this time. I was getting reheated; my cock was already
half hard. I ran my fingernails lightly down her back. […]
“Huh?” I had lost her, musing aloud.
“Never mind. Anyway, I don’t think I hate women; I don’t even
think I hate you. I just get off on hurting you.”
“But how come?”
“I think the answer […]
“Hmm. I’ve actually thought a good deal about that,” I answered.
Now I did turn to face her. “I’ve been having fantasies of hurting and
humiliating women since I was about thirteen. When it started, I didn’t
think about it much, and then later I thought I must be a misogynist,
but […]
bitch, you cunt, you goddamned cunt.” I heard a little cry escape her
as she pressed her tits together hard. “Oh, oh! Oh god, keep it there.
Oh, yes, oh yes, oh shit I’m coming.” I came hard, my cum squirting
up onto her neck and face, still yelling. […]