"Darn it, Katie, no, I'm not going to do that!" Carl stated emphatically, sitting up in bed.
"What's wrong with it? You won't even try it?" she asked, exasperated by his unadventurous spirit in bed.
"Hitting my girlfriend isn't sexy," he almost shouted.
"I didn't ask you to 'hit' me, I asked you to spank me. There's a difference," she explained, losing patience with him.
"What's gotten into you lately? You want anal sex, you want me to tie you up, blindfold you, spank you and you even shaved...down there! I don't understand you!" he exclaimed.
"Shaved...down there?" she mimicked. "It's called my pussy, Carl. You can't even say it, can you?" she jeered.
"I prefer not to. That's another thing. All of sudden all this dirty talk when we're making love. Normal people don't say those things!"
"Yes, they do, Carl. Normal people do all the things I've asked you to do. It's called experimenting, it's called spicing things up," she told him.
"We don't need any spicing up. We're fine," he stated, getting defensive.
"No, we're not. We're boring. Missionary position every Wednesday and Saturday and...oooh...if we're feeling kinky, we might even do it on Friday too, is boring!" she said with a sigh.
Carl got out of bed and began to dress. "Well, I don't think it's boring. I think it's just fine. The things you want to do are weird and kinky and I don't feel comfortable doing them or even talking about them for that matter," he stated, pulling on a pair of pants.
"Where are you going?" she asked. "It's almost midnight."
"Out," he said, pulling a sweater over his head. "Just out."
She flopped back against the bed as she heard the front door close. Ten minutes later she was kneeling on the bed, her thighs spread wide, thrusting a large anal dildo in and out of her ass with one hand and holding a buzzing vibrator against her clit with the other. Her thighs trembled and shook as the orgasms flowed through her. A thorough spanking would make this just perfect, she thought hazily, her mind drifting back to a week ago, when her mysterious stranger had last fucked her ass, spanking her hard.
Carl's question about what had gotten into her made her smile. A stranger's cock had gotten into her, is what. As she thought about him roughly fucking her, calling her a dirty slut and spanking her ass, another orgasm roared through her, causing her to cry out.
Why couldn't Carl be like that? If only he was willing to experiment, try something adventurous, something different. But he wasn't and it wasn't just sex. She wanted to travel to exotic places and eat out at ethnic restaurants but ordering the asian rice bowl at the local family restaurant was as far as he was willing to go.
As her sexuality began to blossom, her confidence grew and he also didn't like the new, sexy clothes she was wearing.
A week later, he moved out. It was obvious to them both that they were drifting apart and were no longer compatible. Katie cried into her pillow every night for a week before desire drove her back to her computer, to leave a message for her stranger, inviting him back again.
She told him that Carl was gone for good and that he was welcome to come over any time he liked. She would wait for him every night, with the large plug up her ass and wearing a blindfold.
She was surprised to receive a response stating that he wanted to visit her during the day. Excitement bubbled within her. The night time visits were exciting, but during the middle of the day could be even more so. There seemed something so much more decadent about a naughty tryst in the middle of the afternoon. He had suggested the next day at 2:00pm and she eagerly agreed.
The following afternoon, at 1:00pm she slid the large butt plug into her ass with a loud groan. As usual, her pussy responded immediately with a gush of wetness. And as usual she could think of nothing but the impending fucking she was about to receive.
The time passed maddeningly slow, but finally it was 1:50pm and she made her final preparations. She slid her feet into the dark red four inch heels he had requested she wear and she wrapped the scarf around her eyes. Laying on the bed, her thighs spread wide, she could feel how wet she was, how excited she was.
Several minutes later she heard the front door open and close, and soft footsteps approaching the bedroom. She held her breath, waiting for his first touch.
Hands wrapped around her spread ankles and slowly slid upwards. "Good afternoon, Katie," he greeted her, his British accent elegantly curving the words, sending a chill down her spine.
She released her breath with a sigh and returned his greeting. "Good afternoon."
"You look so lovely in the daylight," he purred, caressing and squeezing her ass. She slowly raised her hips, exposing herself to him, inviting him to touch her. "You're impatient today," he chuckled, sliding a finger between the soaked folds of her pussy. He moved to the side of the bed and gripped her wrists, gently pulling them above her head where he bound them together and then attached them with another length of rope to her headboard. "So pretty when you're all tied up," he murmured, watching her writhing on the bed.
"I want to enjoy both sides of you today," he told her as he gently rolled her over onto her back. He pushed her thighs wide open, up and back, spreading her pussy wide open before him. He trailed wet kisses and gentle bites along her inner thighs before burying his face in her pussy.
"Oh God, yes," she panted as he suckled her clit. He sucked and nibbled on her pussy lips, sometimes biting down, causing her to cry out. He brought her to orgasm several times before finally rising and kneeling between her legs. Pulling her ankles up to his shoulders, he slowly slid his cock into her sopping wet snatch.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Katie cried out and he filled her. "Oh yeah baby, fuck me! Fuck me!"
He happily complied, pumping in and out of her, ramming his cock deeply into her eager pussy.
"How's this? You like this?" he grunted, slamming into her. "You've got a greedy little cunt, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, greedy for your cock!" she answered, raising her hips to meet his thrusts.
He sat up and still pumping into her, his hands reached for her full breasts. They were bouncing on her chest as his large hands softly gripped the lush flesh. He pinched and squeezed her nipples, twisting them until she cried out. She gasped as he slapped them back and forth a few times, before again assaulting her nipples.
