Latest Forum Posts:

Categories

Like a Whore

Alisha looks for a little payback after her boyfriend tells her that she dresses like a whore.
Friday 10:16 PM

The first thing I noticed when I walked into the club was that the coat check girl was dressed in lingerie. After a quick double take, I noticed the poster on the wall.

“Dare to wear, night?” I muttered, reading the words as I realized what exactly they meant.

I then had to pay twice the normal cover charge since my clothing was apparently not “provocative” enough as per the night’s theme. Had I known previously, I would have opted not to take on the unenviable position of being the designated driver. The idea of a bar full of intoxicated, scantily clad women seemed like something that I might want to have fun with. Nevertheless, I had promised my friends I would drive and so I resigned myself to a night of drinking water and watching everyone else have much more fun than me.

After we paid cover charge, we strolled inside, our eyes growing wide at the vast assortment of slutty outfits and costumes that adorned the various females that were rapidly filling the club. Some were clothed in interesting costumes, although the majority were wearing miniskirts, fishnets stockings or simple lingerie ensembles, all in varying degrees of undress.

“I think it’s going to be a good night,” Sam commented as we all watched a girl walk past, wearing the tiniest black miniskirt I had ever seen.

The rest of us nodded, marvelling at the assortment of naughty outfits. Unfortunately, I didn’t think my night would be so good. Without the liquid courage of alcohol, my track record was generally pretty low. After my friends had decided which female bartender was the “hottest” they headed over to get a drink, leaving me to claim a table that would serve as our home base for the evening.

“Damon!” a voice called out through the crowd, as I turned to acknowledge the source of my name being called.

“Hey,” I greeted with a smile as I saw her approach.

Alisha was a girl that I had hooked up with a couple years before. We had shared a few drunken summer nights together and had kept in touch ever since. When I returned from college in the summers, I usually saw her at the bar on weekends but we had never rekindled our previous romance.

Her body was lean and thin, although not particularly athletic. What immediately caught my attention however, was her outfit. Alisha was dressed in a red corset that compressed her waist and made her less that average sized breast seem much larger than they actually were. Around her waist and reaching down her slender legs was a short, black miniskirt with slits up the sides that revealed an almost pornographic amount of bare skin. The pair of knee high black leather boots that adorned her lower legs completed her slutty look and made her seem much taller that her actual 5’6 frame.

Her hair, which seemed to be a different style and color every time I saw her, was now dyed a light brown as it flowed down the back of her neck. Her dark green eyes possessed a certain sensual, seductive quality that was amplified by her liberal application of dark eye makeup that fit perfectly with her current look. She had round, prominent cheekbones and an extremely tantalizing set of lips with the bottom one slightly larger than the top, adding a cute, pouty quality to her otherwise sexy appearance. To top off her outfit was a pair of fishnet arm stockings that covered her arms from her elbows to her wrists, looping around each thumb.

“How are you?” she asked with exuberance as she threw her arms around and locked me into a somewhat awkward hug. “Are you back in town for the summer?”

“Yep,” I answered, stepping back to get another look at her scandalous outfit. “Just got back a few days ago.”

“Why aren’t you dressed up?” she asked, scolding me with a disapproving glare. “Or dressed down I guess...,”

“I didn’t even know about this ‘dare to wear thing’ I answered truthfully. “If I had, I definitely would have...,”

“Well you can just take your shirt off,” Alisha suggested, playfully pulling up the front of my shirt. “Unless all that partying at college has caused you to lose those abs of yours?”

“Umm, I think I would need a few drinks before I did something like that,” I said, holding my shirt down as she continued to tease me with playful pokes.

“Well, start drinking then!” she blurted out, holding her own drink up in the air. “I want to see you shirtless on the dance floor by the end of the night.”

“Actually...,” I stammered reluctantly. “Unfortunately, I’m DD tonight.”

Alisha’s lower lip became even more pronounced as she pushed it out into a disappointed pout.

“Well, that sucks,” she said, before her expression suddenly brightened once again. “Does that mean you can give me a ride home later?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I answered as she threw her arms around me again and planted a thankful, lingering kiss on my cheek.

The feeling of her body pressed against mine sent a rush of arousal coursing through me as she held me for longer than I had anticipated. When she finally broke away, she gave me one more flirtatious smile before spinning around and joining her friends on the dance floor.

My own friends soon joined me at the table and proceeded to have the time of their lives for the next few hours. When last call came, they were all belligerently drunk while I was bored, tired and certainly ready to call it a night. Luckily, I was saved the experience of carting three inebriated guys across town to whichever late night drive-thru they were craving since they decided to all take a cab to an afterhours party. I figured Alisha would also have attended the party, but to my pleasant surprise she quickly found me at the end of the night, still hoping for a free ride home.

Alisha’s fun loving attitude soon brought me out of my awful mood as we headed out to my car. As soon as I let her in, she began fiddling with the CD player, finally turning it off after admonishing me for my apparent bad taste in music.

“So do you still live in the same place?” I asked, pulling out into the street.

“No,” she replied, staring out the window. “I’m on Lakeside now.”

“Lakeside?” I repeated, somewhat impressed with the upper class locale. “Moving up in the world huh? Did you get a new job?”

“Nope,” she answered, staring vacantly out the window.

I waited for Alisha to explain further, but she remained quiet.

“O...kay,” I said, turning back to concentrate on the road.

Obviously there was something she wasn’t keen on disclosing, but I wasn’t going to push her.

“I live there with my boyfriend,” she blurted out suddenly, catching me by surprise. “Okay? We live together.”

“Alright,” I responded with a laugh. “Settle down. That’s nothing to get excited about.”

“That doesn’t bother you?” she asked, a look of genuine concern on her face as glanced over at me.

“Why the hell would that bother me?” I retorted, still amused by her odd behaviour.

“I don’t know,” she said with exasperation, turning back to look out the window.

I glanced over at her, still smiling.

“Oh I get it,” I stated, looking to tease her a little more. “You thought I’d be jealous!”

I laughed to myself as Alisha punched me playfully in the shoulder.

“Cut it out,” she chided. “How was I supposed to know? Maybe you had an ulterior motive for driving me home!”

“Wow,” I exclaimed, still laughing. “It’s been two years you know? You still think I’m carrying a torch for you?”

“Okay, drop it! Jesus.”

My taunting laughter gradually subsided but I remained smiling, still revelling Alisha’s discomfort.

“So...,” I began, cautiously reigniting the conversation. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

She turned to me, rolling her eyes with disbelief. After a few seconds, she realized I was serious and finally answered.

“His name is Dave,” she admitted reluctantly, not sounding too impressed as she mentioned him.

“And how long have you and...Dave...been dating?”

“Too fucking long,” she muttered, pressing her palm to her face.

Again I laughed. Alisha never struck me as the relationship type. Truthfully, the mere fact that she even had a boyfriend surprised me more than I cared to admit. She could easily be described as promiscuous, a quality that she made no effort to hide. In fact, she treated sex pretty much like most of my guys friends did.

“So why didn’t he come out tonight?” I asked, turning to look at her.

“He doesn’t like to go out,” she explained with a hint of disgust tingeing her voice. “He never does anything. He just sits at home and watches TV.”

“Well, at least that gives you the chance to go hook up with other guys,” I joked, although Alisha’s expression of agreement showed no sign of jest.

“It’s the big white apartment building on the right,” she said, pointing out her home through the window.

I pulled the car up to the sidewalk and parked. I expected Alisha to jump out, but for some reason she seemed to hesitate. I waited a couple seconds longer before turning off the engine.

“Ahhhhggg,” she groaned with frustration, gazing up at her apartment building. “He’s still up. I can see the light on.”

“And...that’s a problem because...?”

“He always interrogates me when I get home from the bar. He wants to know where I was and who I was with. Blah, blah, blah. “

I snickered to myself. The poor guy probably had good reason to worry about his girlfriend. I certainly would never trust her.

“So why don’t you just break up with him?” I asked.

“I will,” she answered with frustration. “It’s just kind of complicated because the apartment is in his name.”

I nodded in understanding as my eyes wandered back over to Alisha’s body. I wasn’t sure if it was her sexy outfit or the fact that her boyfriend was waiting for her upstairs, but I wanted her. Bad.

“So he must have been pretty worried about you going out that tonight huh?” I asked, looking her up and down with an overtly lustful glance.

“Oh yes,” she replied emphatically. “He was pissed.”

“You can’t really blame him though,” I reasoned, in reference to her scandalous appearance.

“I was a good girl tonight though,” she said casually, looking back out the window.

“Well the night’s not over yet.”

Alisha turned back to me with sight surprise. I just smiled as I watched her facial expression gradually transform from one of amazement to one of excitement.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” she asked, tilting her head as her lip curled into a sexy smile.

“Maybe...,” I responded, as I unbuckled my seatbelt, letting it slide across my body.

Alisha stared at me for a moment, before suddenly undoing her own belt and then leaning across to kiss me. As our lips touched, my arousal grew exponentially and I immediately reached for her leg as her soft, wet tongue slipped into my mouth. She moaned quietly as she felt my hand slide up her thigh, spreading her legs wide for me as she placed a hand at the back of my head. She moaned a little louder when she felt my fingers brush against the smooth material of her underwear.

“Mmm, it’s been a while since we’ve done this,” she mentioned, as her hand began pawing at the growing bulge in my pants.

“Yes, it has,” I agreed, stroking my fingers against her pussy thought the panties as she began to squirm in her seat.

Alisha had the most sensitive clit I had ever experienced. Just the mere touch was usually enough to send her writhing in pleasure. I had always theorized it to be a major factor in her past promiscuity, since she was able to orgasm several times with relatively little effort.

As my eager fingers dug themselves under the crotch of her panties and felt the warm, wet embrace of her juicy folds, she purred into my open mouth and began to frantically work at my pants with desperation. A few seconds later, my rigid cock was out and throbbing with anticipation as she stroked her hand up and down with slow but firm movements. I would have loved a blowjob at that point, but Alisha held a strict distaste for oral sex. Aside from an overactive gag reflex, she tended to be somewhat of a selfish lover since she had no problems being on the receiving end of things.

The soft stroking her of her hand soon sent a small bead of precum to the tip of my dick as I felt her pussy moisten under my fingers. I slipped one inside her as she gasped and pushed it deeper with one of her own hands.

“We need to fuck right now,” she proclaimed, breaking the sensual kiss and sitting back into her seat.

She then immediately began sliding her panties down her legs as I flipped the switch on the bottom of my seat and slid back as far as I could in order to gain more room. Alisha tossed her little black underwear onto the dash and climbed over on top of me as I wrestled to push my pants down around my ankles. Her sexy eyes fixed on mine as she reached down and positioned my cock for entry before slowly descending down around my waiting pole.

I could feel her dampened lips embrace my swollen head as they slid down around me and she settled into place with her knees on either side of my legs. The sweltering warmth of her wet hole bathed the length of my dick as she wiggled her hips and took me in down to my aching balls.

“Mmmm,” she cooed, resting her arms around my neck as she placed her forehead against mine. “I just hope a cop doesn’t drive by and see us.”

“Or your boyfriend,” I added with a smile as she giggled in response.

“This does feel pretty naughty,” she said as she started to gyrate her hips into mine, her lips curling up into a devious smile.

I pulled her close and kissed her as my hands explored her back, feeling the soft material of her corset before slowly descending. I slipped under her skirt to feel the smooth sensation of her hips and ass as she rode me with gradually increasing thrusts. Growing bolder, I cupped each cheek and caressed them firmly before sliding a finger down in between.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked by whispering into my ear as she felt my eager digit exploring her tantalizing cleft.

“Don’t tell me you’re still afraid of a little ass play,” I said softly, looking into her face with smile.

“You can play all you want,” she replied seductively, her body slowly rocking atop mine. “Just don’t get any big ideas.”

My playful grin was interrupted by her lips as she kissed me, but my finger continued its journey down between her tensing cheeks.

“So are you telling me this little ass still hasn’t a dick inside it?” I teased, running my fingertip gingerly over the tiny, clenching hole.

“I never said that,” she answered softly, breathing heavily into my ear.

“Oh really?” I muttered, growing even more intrigued. “Who was the lucky guy? Or guys?”

Alisha laughed as she continued to grind herself into me, her moist pussy wetting my shaft down to my balls.

“I only tried it once,” she admitted. “Some guy I took home from the bar.”

“And...?” I pressed, firmly caressing her tiny asshole with my two middle fingers.

“I didn’t like it,” she answered simply. “It hurt and just felt...weird.”

Although I was slightly disappointed, I was surprised she had even tried anal at all. In our past encounters, she had always been vehemently opposed.

“Although...,” she continued, wrapping her arms around me as her little wet tongue flicked around my ear. “I do kind of like...a finger in there.”

I smiled and reached my hand down lower to wet my fingers with her juices before returning them to her asshole.

“Mmmm, seems like you’ve turned into a bit of a bad girl since we were last together,” I said, testing the tautness of her tight little ring with my wet fingertip.

“I was a bad girl back then too,” she commented, sighing gently as her tiny hole stretched around my finger. “I’ve just learned more tricks.”

As my finger slipped inside the clutching embrace of Alisha’s asshole her hips began to rock harder against my seated body. I pushed it deeper, feeling the smooth tunnel contract around me as her chest heaved against mine. Her eyes closed and her hand clawed the back of my head like a ravenous animal, inducing me to slide my finger up to the knuckle inside her. Her careful grinding soon turned to quick, frenzied thrusts as she stimulated her clit by rubbing it into my pubis. I slipped another finger into her ass and began thrusting with forceful movements of my hand as her writhing body suddenly tensed and her pursed lips emitting a drawn out, lustful squeal.

I knew Alisha was climaxing so I gave myself over to the pleasure, allowing her wet little hole to slide up and down my shaft, bringing me closer to orgasm with every pass. Wrapping an arm around her torso, I held her close as I moved her up and down as my fingers continued to penetrate her clutching asshole. A few seconds later, I felt my tingling cock head swell as I clenched every muscle in my body and groaned with release, sending a flood of hot cum spurting up inside her. Alisha kept rocking into my hips as she felt the warm sensation of my creamy fluids erupting from my twitching pole, coating my shaft and dripping out from around her flushed, dewy lips.

We remained there motionless for a few moments, since any movement was now unbearable to my highly sensitized penis. Gradually, she pulled herself off of my, leaving my crotch a wet, sticky mess in her wake. Alisha then casually sat back in her seat and grabbed her panties off the dash.

“Thanks,” she said nonchalantly, her chest still rising and falling with slightly laboured breathes. “I needed that.”

She then casually put my number into her phone before opening the door and stepping out of the car. I pulled my pants back on as I watched her walk up to the apartment doors and go inside before I drove away, a satisfied and contented smile on my face.

Saturday 9:37 PM

I was just stepping out of the shower when I heard my phone ring.

“Dammit,” I muttered, rushing out of the bathroom, leaving wet footprints across the floor.

I dove across my bed to grab the phone, snatching it up and putting it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

The sound of Alisha’s voice caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting to hear from her so soon after the previous night’s encounter.

“Uhh...Hey. How’s it going?”

“What are you doing right now?”

The brisk nature of her question again surprised me.

“Umm...I just got out of the shower actually. Why...?”

“I need you to come over right now.”

“To...your place?”

“Yes.”

“W...what about your...boyfriend?”

“He just left,” she answered curtly. “We just had a huge fight.”

I realized then, the cause of her brisk tone.

“I see... So...you want to...?”

“Get fucked,” she snapped, her bluntness bringing a smile to my face. “Right now.”

Her demand brought a smile to my face. Revenge sex was something I was in no mood to turn down.

“I can be there in twenty minutes.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I finished getting ready as quickly as possible, urged on by the expectations of the night’s upcoming events. As I was just about to leave, I paused as my busy mind was struck with a naughty idea. I walked back inside and retrieved a small bottle of lubricant and a pair of handcuffs from my bedroom. I was going to give Alisha a night to remember.

A few minutes later I arrived at Alisha’s apartment. She buzzed me in and I stepped into the elevator, rising to her floor as both my mind and my heart began to race. There was definitely something exciting about fucking a girl in her boyfriend’s apartment.

When I arrived at her apartment, I noticed the door was left ajar in expectation of my arrival. Cautiously I placed my hand against it and pushed it open, hearing the sound of music coming from within.

“Hello?” I called out, stepping inside as the door closed behind me.

Alisha immediately appeared from around the corner, greeting me with a cordial smile and a beckoning wave of her hand.

“Come on in,” she said, motioning me to follow as she turned and walked back out of sight.

I kicked my shoes off and followed her into the living room, where she was sitting and sipping from a glass that I could only guess contained a fair amount of alcoholic beverage. I sat down across from her, although she seemed preoccupied, staring out the window with transfixed gaze and an emotionless expression. She was wearing a tiny miniskirt, as she was often prone to do, along with a black and white tank top. My eyes immediately became drawn to her legs which were covered up to mid-thigh by a pair of black fishnet stockings. Her sexy, neo-punk look was completed by a matching pair of leather cuffs adorning her wrists.

“So what happened?” I asked, playing the part of a concerned friend, although all I really wanted was to get her naked as soon as possible.

“We were getting ready to go out,” Alisha began, immediately launching into her long awaited tirade. “And then he told me that I dressed like a whore! Then we got into this big fight and he just left.”

I nodded in understanding as she fumed. She actually did tend to dress like a whore, but I decided to keep my mouth shut for the time being.

“Well, if he thinks I’m such a whore...,” she continued before downing the entire contents of her glass. “Then I’m going to act like one!”

I tried to hide my growing smile.

“Do you want a drink?” she asked, standing up and heading back into the kitchen.

“Uhh..., yeah sure,” I stammered, turning to watch her as she went.

Alisha returned a couple minutes later, handing me a half filled glass.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she said, more as an order than a suggestion.

“Now?”

“Yes. Why? Are you waiting for something?”

“Nope,” I answered, downing my entire drink before setting the empty glass down and following her to the bedroom.

“So...you want to act like a whore?” I asked, as walked casually behind her, reaching into my back pocket and feeling the cold metal handcuffs.

“Uh huh,” she answered absently, not even turning back to face me.

“Good,” I muttered as a mischievious smile crossed my face.

Alisha walked over to stereo, turning down the music as I crept up behind her.

“Wha....?” she blurted out as I grabbed her from behind, roughly twisting her arm behind her back.

Before she could react, I slapped one cuff around her wrist, locking it tightly into place. She tried to turn around but I held her firmly in place as I forced her other hand behind her back as well. I smiled as I heard the satisfying ‘click’ of the second cuff trapping her hands behind her back.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a surprised giggle as I wrapped an arm around her body and hoisted her into the air, carrying her to the bed.

“I’m going to treat you like a whore,” I answered plainly, tossing her face down on the mattress.

Alisha struggled to roll back over but I climbed on top of her holding her firmly in place by straddling her lower back.

“Oh fuck yessss,” she rasped, feeling the weight of my body pinning her down.

“Is that what you want?” I asked, leaning down to whisper into her ear.

“Yes!” she moaned, turning her head towards me. “That is exactly what I want. And I want you to do it right here! On this bed, that my boyfriend paid for and sleeps in every night. Fuck me like a dirty fucking whore!”

I sat back up, impressed by Alisha’s dirty ranting, reaching back to run my hand up the back of her thighs, feeling the texture of the fishnet stockings that hugged her slender legs. I pulled the bottle of lubricant out of my pocket and tossed it on the bed, before sliding down off her body and pushing her little black skirt up over her hips.

“Mmmm,” I moaned to myself as I peered down at her supple cheeks, divided by the thin string of black fabric that comprised the back of her meager underwear.

Lowering my face, I bit into her soft flesh as she wriggled face down on the bed. Slowly I let my teeth release, allowing my lips to linger in a prolonged sensual kiss before rising back up. Hooking my fingers into her tiny g-string panties, I tore them down her legs and tossed them aside before pulling her body up into a kneeling position with her face pressed flat against the bed.

Admiring her luscious backside, I slipped a hand between her legs and quickly located her dampening hole, wiggling a couple fingers inside as she gasped into the bed sheets. Feeling her grow wet around my plunging digits, I felt my dick grow rigid within my pants. As I slipped them in and out, I noticed her tight little asshole clenching with every breath. Lowering my face, I kissed her cheeks, letting my tongue trail its way across her supple flesh to her tailbone. I then took a deep breath and moved down, licking deep into her enticing cleft with lewd intentions.

Alisha’s body tensed as I neared her asshole, my tongue flickering agonizingly close in playful, teasing licks.

“What are you..., Oooohhhh, Fuckkkkkk!”

Her hesitation quickly melted away as my warm wet tongue found her little pink star and stabbed into her with long, sensual thrusts. She purred in response as I covered her tiny hole with passing swabs of my talented tongue before sliding past her tight muscular ring as she writhed in ecstasy against the bed. I actually had licked Alisha’s ass before, but I think she had been too drunk to remember.

As my tongue continued its relentless assault on her tight little ring, I fucked her with deep strokes of my fingers, soon adding a third to her welcoming pussy. I wanted desperately to continue, but I was forced to take a break and remove my clothes.

As I undressed, I watched Alisha’s quivering body, rising and falling with every laboured pant. Her engorged pussy lips were just visible between her legs, glistening wet with moisture. I spit into my hand and rubbed it along my shaft as I moved into place.

I slid the head of my dick down her crack, gathering moisture from her dripping folds before sliding it inside. The feeling of her wet pussy walls tenderly stroking the side of my cock put me into a state of euphoria as I slid in up to my balls and my hips butted up against her ass.

“Yeah,” I muttered to myself, gazing down to admire the enticing visual before me. “Now you look like a real whore.”

Alisha moaned as my dick began sliding in and out with eager purpose. I reached down and grabbed her hair for leverage as my hips created a rhythmic slapping sound against her lurching body. I tightened my grip and she purred her approval through her little pouty lips as she revelled in the rough treatment. Holding her face pressed firmly into the bed, I began to take longer strokes, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back in with hard, forceful thrusts. I knew Alisha enjoyed taking it hard from behind so I wasted no time in increasing to a frantic pace, driven on by the sound of her lustful groans.

Alisha’s appreciative moaning was blunted for a brief moment as I reached down and forced a couple fingers into her mouth. Her lips immediately closed and she sucked with enthusiasm before I withdrew, my digits now slick and glistening with saliva.

“Uh,” she groaned softly as I pushed a wet finger between her supple cheeks and pressed it into her tight little opening.

I smiled as I felt her muscular ring clenching around my finger as it slipped deeper inside her. Once firmly embedded, I resumed plunging my cock into her moist pussy to complement the wriggling invasion of her reluctant asshole.

“You know...,” I began as my hips slammed into her with rhythmic succession. “...a real whore takes it in the ass.”

Alisha remained quiet as I unsheathed my finger from her tight hole and reached for the lubricant. It wasn’t until she felt the cool gel-like substance dripping down over her exposed orifice, that she realized what my plans were.

“N...no,” she peeped unconvincingly. “Not in there.”

I paid her no heed, continuing to watch with lustful eyes as the lubricant dribbled down her clenching star before forming a trickling rivulet and running over her swollen lips that surrounded my half-buried dick.

“Just relax,” I offered, returning my fingers to her tiny hole and pushing them deep into the clutching embrace of her tightening tunnel.

Offering no further objection, Alisha moaned softly as my working fingers continued to lubricate the inside of her asshole. Gradually, I began to pull my glistening cock from her enticing pussy as I let her anal star expel my slick fingers, tightening back up into a perfect, pink little rosebud. Once free, I added some more lube to the shaft of my aching rod in preparation.

“Just put it back in my pussy, please,” she begged as she wriggled around on the bed in a meek effort to avoid the unwanted upcoming penetration.

I grabbed her ankle and pulled her back towards me as she struggled with resistance. Pinning her to the mattress in a side-lying position I shuffled closer, eyeing her quivering backside with wonton desire. Her playful giggling ceased as she felt the slippery head of my cock sliding along the cleft of her ass, pressing more forcefully with each pass. I smiled as I peeled back one of her firm cheeks, exposing her tiny hole to my prying eyes once again before dabbing my eager tip against it.

Alisha groaned as I pushed a little harder, my head expanding under the pressure against her tightly closed star. Slowly, the resistant muscular ring began to give way and I entered her slippery tunnel.

“Oh yeah,” I exclaimed in a quiet, subdued voice as I watched my shimmering pole slowly disappear into Alisha’s clutching asshole.

Reaching down, I pressed a couple fingers to her sensitive clit as my other hand continued guiding my shaft inside her. She immediately responded with a gleeful moan as her body relaxed a bit and my grinding hips started to work my dick in and out with slow, careful thrusts.

“Oh my God. This is so fucking dirty,” she squealed as I slipped deeper into her tantalizing anus. “If only my boyfriend could see me now.”

The comment brought a satisfied smile to my face and I pushed a couple fingers into her wet pussy.

“Yeah?” I muttered, giving her taut ass a gentle slap. “You like getting fucked up the ass in his bed?”

“Yes!” she gasped. “Treat me like a whore. Abuse me like a dirty fucking whore right here in his bed.”

I used a firm hand to steady her rocking hips as my cock continued to ream Alisha’s stretched orifice. With every stroke, I could sense her breathing growing ragged as her writhing body squirmed under my forceful anal assault. I pushed deeper with each plunge, testing her limits as I prodded her on with further urging vocalizations.

“Tell me what you want,” I ordered, giving her ass another sharp ‘smack’. “Keep talking while I use your slutty little hole.”

“Oh my god!” she cursed, gritting her teeth as her head thrashed back and forth. “Slap my ass again! That’s what I like! Slap my ass, pull my hair and treat me like a dirty fucking whore!”

I abided her request, reddening her supple cheek with another firm strike of my hand as she moaned with appreciation. I then pulled her back up onto her knees, muffling her lustful groans by grabbing her hair and burying her face into the bed sheets.

“I hope you think about this the next time you’re lying here with your boyfriend,” I mentioned with smug satisfaction, pulling her hips back onto my eager pole as my swollen balls nestled into her flushed, pink pussy lips. “I want you to think about my cock in your ass while you moan like a whore.”

“Yes!” she gasped, squealing with glee as I continued to have my way with Alisha’s enticing hole. “You fuck that tight little asshole! “

Urged on by her slutty words, my hips struck the rippling, tender flesh her ass with each thrust, my cock sliding deep into her quivering body. Then with one particularly forceful pump, I drove her hips into the bed as she became flattened out beneath me, my sweat laden chest coming to rest and pinning her arms between us.

“Fuck, your asshole feel good around my cock,” I seethed into her ear, rasping with hot breath as my fist tightened around a good portion of her hair.

With my body lying atop hers, my hips began to rise and fall with deliberate, grinding thrusts as I felt Alisha’s asshole hug my shaft with clenching, pulsing squeezes. My legs lying against hers, I could feel my naked skin against the ridged, fishnet material as I struggled to work more of my dick into her ass. Growing anxious with every passing moment, her tiny tunnel began to coax the cum from my aching balls as I curled my arm under her slender neck.

“Yes...,” she whimpered in a lusty, whining voice. “Fuck me! “

Rising back up into a kneeling position, I reached down with both hands to peel her taut little cheeks apart to once again marvel at the sight of my throbbing shaft, sliding effortlessly into her tightly stretched hole.

“So you want to be treated like a whore?” I asked, my brow furrowing as my body clenched.

“Yes,” she replied with conviction, her eyes tightly closed but her mouth agape in lustful pleasure. “Like a whore!”

I gave a few more short strokes before the sensation became far too much for me to handle and I was forced to slip my dick out of her freshly fucked ass. Crawling up her body, I kept one fist firmly gripping my cock as I reached down to roughly turn her head to the side. Alisha’s mouth fell open as she felt the tip of my dick against her face, the swollen purple head wiggling as my hand began to pump furiously. It only took a few strokes before my balls tightened and I let out a long awaited moan as a thick stream of hot cum splashed out across Alisha’s cheek. The creamy fluid dripped down over her gasping lips as a few more followed, covering her visage with lines of glistening white seed. As the last drops were squeezed out from my cock, I watched as the slimy, white river dribbled down her face onto the sheets below.

“There,” I said with a satisfied smile as I climbed back off her restrained body, admiring my handiwork with content as Alisha remained laying prone, her hands still cuffed behind her back and her face dripping wet with cum. “Now...you look like a whore.”

The End

This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

To link to this sex story from your site - please use the following code:

<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/anal/like-a-whore.aspx">Like a Whore</a>

Comments (7)

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this story should be removed.

Reason