Subject: Re: My impertinent little challenge
Sienna couldn't remember exactly when his hand had begun pressing against her neck, but she knew she was well past the point of putting up a fight. And it felt shockingly good. Better than she wanted to admit. So fucking good that the alarm bells going off inside her head did nothing more than send her arousal spiking even higher. This was, perhaps, one more item to add to the list of things not to do on a first date fuck. 'Goddamn,' she thought, 'I can be such a slut some-- all of the time!' Her head was lost in a mad spin, disconnected from her body as her spine began arching upwards involuntarily. Her fingers were clawing ragged marks into his back, either seeking revenge or urging him on frantically.
'Holy shit this guy can fuck!' He had started out by pounding her from behind, the thick head of his cock splitting her wide with each stroke, his heavy ball sack hanging long enough to swing forward and smack her clit in a fierce rhythm, until she'd cum for the first time with a guttural yelp. She knew she was a desperate, pathetic sight: down on all fours, taken like an animal, making sounds a little too much like barking, a posh little show poodle in heat. 'Shit, is there something actually wrong with me? Do other women feel their brains crumble at the first taste of cock the way I do? Don't they crave it the same way I do? Hnngghhhh. What's the harm in it, anyway? Why the hell not, when it feels so fucking good?'
As her thoughts and her convulsions subsided, she realized that he was somehow, incredibly, thankfully, still hard as a rod and ready for more.
Tossing her onto her back, he drilled into her again, leaning his weight against her clit to the very edge of agony. She didn't even notice. She didn't even care. Each and every sensation was pulling her in the exact same direction, her mind cut adrift from her body and caught in a riptide. His steady gaze would try to trap her eyes and reel her back in, but it would only last a moment before she lost contact again. In her daze, she found herself fondly recalling the feeling of his rough hands on her tits, squeezing hard and pulling at her nipples carelessly. 'Why are his hands not there anymore? What a selfish asshole. I need more of that!' Her fingers moved of their own accord to replace the missing sensation, wrenching at her nipples even more cruelly than he had.
Meanwhile, his hands had moved up to her shoulders, gripping them hard enough to bruise, using them as leverage for pushing himself even deeper, grinding even harder, moving even faster until her body was bucking savagely back on its own, doubling the force of impact. But her entire being was so focused on this sensory assault that she was missing out on one rather crucial detail: that his right hand was now fully cupped around her neck and was pushing down shockingly hard, with his thumb up higher and pressing tightly inwards.
His left hand, braced on the bed, mercifully took some of the weight away, but it did not change the fact that in this position she was totally pinned by his cock and his right hand, and had been reduced to a helpless piece of fuck meat. Her pulse was pounding like a hammer, but none of that vital blood and oxygen seemed to be reaching her brain. She could not remember the last time she had taken a real breath. She might have even been holding it in herself. But when she finally tried, all she managed was one partial, hitching, useless gasp. In that glorious, terrifying moment, her body was truly no longer her own. And as she surrendered to him, her life literally in his hands, she felt his orgasm collide violently with hers, like a head-on car wreck happening deep inside of her. Her body shook with one final overwhelming spasm as she toppled down into darkness, flopping limp and motionless on the bed.
When she awoke with a gasp, quite some time later, she found herself completely alone in the hotel room. Her memories of the encounter were fractured and vague. She couldn't conjure up a picture of his face at all. But his beautiful cut cock was somehow still clearly etched in her mind. 'Yes, there is definitely something wrong with me,' she concluded. Her pussy was throbbing hungrily around the gap he'd left behind, and it was keeping time with the pounding ache in her head. He was long gone, leaving no trace other than what was still seeping out of her, or was marked in purple on her body. Seemed like the ideal one-night stand. She would definitely never see him again.
Or she might be wrong about that. As she slid off the bed to test her legs, and shuffled towards the bathroom in search of a headache remedy and a shower, she saw it. He had left something else behind after all. There was a short, hastily scrawled note on a pad by the bed. It read:
"You have my answer. What do you think, Sienna? Are YOU up for playing these little games? -- Ben"
To: Ben
Date: Wed Aug 26, 2:38 PM
Subject: Re: Re: My impertinent little challenge
There was no resisting. My mind was abuzz with his words, and the challenge he had extended. My well-groomed kitty-kat was wet with arousal, aching with desire, burning in lust. I NEEDED relief.
The ladies' room was at hand, and I scanned the stalls for occupants before locking myself into the furthest and tiniest stall. I deflated back against the closed door, shaking slightly. What spell had this man cast over me? Why was I reacting so strongly? How much more wetness could my panties contain if I was to be this distracted all day?
It was partly the power-play. He was cocky, and he obviously thought he knew what would turn me on, and DAMN, he was in the ballpark. No one really understood just how depraved I was, and most were too timid to try. This was different. It was in his tone, and in his disregard for my own pleasure. And somehow guessing that I craved to be treated, degraded like a little fuck toy. Made to feel humiliated, molested. Holy shit, yes!
Still standing there, I succumbed to my urges and pulled my skirt up. But even as I slipped two desperate fingers into my throbbing quim, I knew it would not be enough. I needed a real cock pushing up against the lips of my cunt, then bursting through easily, taking me, owning me. The sensation of being penetrated, filled, stretched to capacity. But there was more to it than that. I was ready and willing to be pinned, mounted and used for the pleasure of anyone who might find me in my current state.
Oh yes, I am READY to play your games... as you can tell I'm a hungry little bitch, so I'm eager to see if you can live up to my expectations.
To: Sienna
Date: Wed Aug 26, 4:00 PM
Subject: Re: Re: Re: My impertinent little challenge
To see if *I* can live up to *YOUR* expectations? Did you really type that? Oh, I will take my time on this next one. Rash, foolish girl...*grin*
To: Ben
Date: Wed Aug 26, 5:55 PM
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: My impertinent little challenge
Take your time, but not too much... :-) I do hope the burden of high expectations won't hamper your performance? Am I in your head already too? Aren't you wondering HOW depraved I am?
I dressed to fuck today because you've been messing with my head. Maybe I can return the favour? I'm wearing seamed stockings today, black thigh-highs to go with my Louboutins. Have fun writing, darling!
