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Sienna doesn’t realise just how kinky Shane is.
It was a dark, rainy night. The steady stream of water from the black clouds above had already soaked my long brown hair and was now seeping through the thin material of my tank top. If I was going to a bar or to a friend’s house, I would have had an umbrella. But I wasn’t going anywhere normal tonight. I was going to Shane’s house.

His text had lit up my phone at half past ten and as usual I’d jumped at the opportunity to hook up with him. My long-term boyfriend was away on a residential course and by now, our relationship wasn’t even worth bothering about. I didn’t feel guilty about cheating on him anymore; probably because I knew he fucked around even more than I did.

It wasn’t like I fucked ‘around’ really, though. The only guy I’d ever cheated on him with was Shane; it wasn’t as if I was picking up random guys at bars and parties. Shane was an exception. We’d been friends since high school and for seven years, nothing sexual arose between us. Only a couple of months ago something just happened and there I was, cheating on my boyfriend with a guy I’d always thought was a complete gentleman.

Shane wasn’t a gentleman though. He was the opposite. Sure, he acted like a good guy outside of the bedroom but behind closed doors, our relationship was darkly kinky; the guy I thought I’d known showed me a side of him that both terrified and aroused me. I was hooked. I did anything he asked, just so I could reach the release he always taunted me with.

I reached his door and pressed one shaky finger to the bell, hearing the dull jangle echo around his apartment. As I waited for him to let me in, I took a second to glance down at my outfit, hoping it would be to his liking. The white tank top clung to my torso like a second skin, the outline of my nipples clearly visible through the soaked polyester. My short black skirt barely brushed the tops of my thighs; I knew that if I bent over, my lacy white thong would be on full display. I’d finished the ensemble with my four inch white heels, loving the way they accentuated the slender shape of my legs, adding a touch of class to the otherwise trashy look.

My teeth caught my bottom lip, chewing on it nervously as I waited for Shane to open the door. I knew it wouldn’t be wise to press the doorbell again; he always emphasised the importance of patience. I knew he was making me wait on purpose though, I could imagine him getting a kick out of the thought of me squirming outside his door in the heavy rain. The thought made my stomach clench.

I took a breath, and even though I knew I was playing straight into his hands, I pressed the doorbell again and was rewarded almost instantly as the door swung open, the fluorescent light from within the apartment almost blinding me.

My eyes adjusted to the change and I looked up at Shane. He was standing in the entrance, hands holding onto the top of the doorframe as he looked down at me. His smile was predatory and carnivorous. I swallowed hard, avoiding his eyes and letting my gaze linger on his broad chest. He was wearing jeans and nothing else. My eyes flicked back up to his face and he smiled at me again, a smile full of imitation mockery.

“Patience is a virtue, Sienna.”

“Well, I’m not virtuous,” I said quickly, before he could continue, “So I don’t know why you expect me to be such an angel.”

He smiled, surprised, I think, and then he reached out, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his apartment, locking the door behind me.

“You’re very wet,” he murmured, his dark eyes drinking in my appearance.

“You told me not to bring an umbrella.”

“That’s right. I did.” He studied me for a moment more and then he leaned against the door, a small smile playing around the corners of his mouth. “Where do you want me to fuck you?”

My breath caught in my throat, “Anywhere you like.”

He smirked at my submissive reply and then pretended to think about it. “How about the bedroom?” he finally said. “The normal place.”

I knew that sex with Shane was bound to be anything but normal and the thought thrilled me as he led the way down the corridor and into his room.

“Take your top off,” he ordered, as I headed into the dimly lit room.

I hurried to comply and as soon as the bundle of wet material hit the floor, he pulled me against him, pressing his bulge into my lower back. I felt his hot heavy breath against my neck as his hands travelled up my thighs, tugging at the lacy fabric of my panties.

He pushed me towards the bed, forcing me down to my knees so that my top half rested on the mattress. I heard him moving something around behind me and then I felt the cold metal of his favourite handcuffs shackling my wrists. He secured my arms behind my back, checking to make sure I couldn’t move and then I heard the smile in his voice as he said, “You look best like this.”

His hand ventured beneath my skirt, roughly pushing my legs wide apart so he could feel the wetness beneath my panties. “You’re so wet, Sienna,” he murmured, “What are you so excited about?”

I moaned out loud as his fingers pushed into my dripping cunt.

“I’ve been waiting for this all week,” I admitted quietly.

“Waiting for what?” he pressed.

“For you to fuck me. To make me your filthy little slut.”

He chuckled, “Well, tonight’s your lucky night.”

He pulled my panties down around my knees as I moaned and then I heard his zipper going down, a second before the head of his cock pushed into my cunt, followed by the rest of his thick length.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he gasped, “I love fucking your cunt.”

I moaned as he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head up off the bed and making me cry out as he began fucking me with his usual forceful rhythm. His hips slapped violently against my ass as he fucked me hard, without restraint, one hand tugging my hair, the other pinching my nipples.

“Oh my god,” I moaned loudly, as he split me open, forcing me to take his dick all the way. “Oh my god!”

“You like that?” he asked as he released my nipple and moved his hand down to my clit instead. “You like being fucked like a worthless whore?”

“I love it!” I moaned desperately as his thumb circled my clit, taunting me. “I fucking love it!”

“How much?” he demanded, his hand going behind me. “Enough for you to let me in this way?”

I gasped as he paused his thrusts, his thumb pressing against the knot of my asshole.

“Shane…”

He pulled harder on my hair so his cheek was pressed to mine, “You ever been fucked in the ass before, Sienna?”

“No,” my response was a breathless whisper.

“So my cock would be the first?”

“Uh-huh.”

He pushed his thumb past the border and into my ass, fucking me again with increasingly forceful thrusts. My heart thumped faster as my tight little ass swallowed up his entire thumb and as I moaned at the feel, Shane pulled out of my cunt. His hand slapped down hard against my round ass and I cried out as he spanked me hard.

“You want me to fuck your ass?” he asked. “’Cause I sure as hell can’t think of anything I want to do more.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and said the words he wanted to hear, “Do it.”

His hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and I gasped as I felt him drag his tongue across my untried hole, before he spat lewdly against it.

“Lube,” he murmured and he was away from me for a while as he located the bottle and lubricated his dick.

“You look like such a slut,” he muttered, and then I felt the cool liquid spill down across my hole, before he worked some in with his finger.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his touch was rough but I’d never felt anything so intimate and it scared me to think how perverted I was to think anal sex was something to be cherished.

I didn’t have time to think though because Shane was pressing the tip of his cock to my ass, pushing it in until I accepted it and he sank his entire length into my ass. My body tensed up beneath his as he grunted appreciatively, pushing my head down into the sheets of the bed as he slowly began settling into the torrid fuck.

“How does that feel?” he gasped, “Your tight little virgin ass being fucked like this… you like it?”

He yanked my head off the bed so he could hear my response.

“It’s okay…” I moaned, trying to shut out the pain radiating from my violated hole.

His pace increased as his breathing grew louder, his dick slamming in and out of my slutty ass. I wanted to come so badly but my hands were restrained and my dripping pussy was being neglected in favour of my ass.

“Shane… please touch my clit…”

He laughed hoarsely, “Why should I?”

“I want to come for you…” I moaned, “Please let me.”

“You’re such a horny little bitch, aren’t you?” His fist tightened in my hair as he groped my breast. “Such a filthy depraved little whore.”

“I am,” I sobbed, “I’m a dirty little cum-slut!”

“You’re my dirty little cum-slut,” he corrected and he finally reached around to rub my clit. My hands struggled against the metal restraints as he brought me closer to the edge, over and over again until I was soaked in sweat, my ass indescribably sore.

“I’m going to cum in your ass,” Shane muttered, “I’m going to fill your tight little hole with my cum.”

He thrust savagely into my abused orifice again and again as I cried out loud.

“Do it! Fill me up you dirty bastard, do whatever you fucking want!”

My filthy words triggered his orgasm and I moaned as his pulsing cock erupted inside me, filling my well-fucked hole with spurts of thick cum. He kept his cock inside me for a while until it softened and slipped free, leaving me empty and still denied of my orgasm. He unclipped the handcuffs and sat on the bed, instructing me to sit opposite him.

“Don’t touch yourself,” he said as my fingers itched to wreak an orgasm from my throbbing clit. “I love it when you’re so desperate.”

“But…”

“No buts.”

He leaned forward, pushing me around so I was face down and then he spread my ass cheeks apart so he could see my just-fucked asshole. His finger drew a deliberate line across it, making me wince under the pressure and then my heart skipped a beat as I felt him press the hard tip of a butt plug to my sore hole. He pushed it in, and I almost came at the sensation, but before I had a chance, his palm slapped down hard on my ass, jolting the plug inside me and making me cry out.

“This ass is mine,” he stated emphatically. “Mine. Wherever and whenever I want it.”

His fingers pushed beneath me to stroke my aching clit as he continued talking.

“You’re gonna do everything I want Sienna.”

“Please Shane…” The orgasm was within reach now. I could feel it coming closer as Shane touched me.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Tell me how you’ll let me use you, you dirty slut.”

I moaned at his sadistic tone. “You can fuck me however you want Shane. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” I repeated and was rewarded by his finger pressing harder against my clit. “I’m your whore Shane, your filthy, insatiable whore. You know I’ll do anything to please you.”

“Good,” he murmured, “’Cause I’ve been telling my friends about you. You and your kinky, deprived urges.”

“Your friends?” I gasped, mentally wishing he’d rub my clit just a tiny little bit harder.

“Yeah. You don’t know them,” he said, “But they wanna meet you Sienna. They really want to meet you.”

The doorbell rang suddenly and I cried out in protest as Shane pulled his hand away from my dripping cunt.

“That’s them now,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to see how you guys hit it off.” His dark eyes met mine as I stared at him in disbelief. “Be nice, Sienna. And maybe then, I’ll think about letting you cum.”

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