This is a true story detailing the nastiest, kinkiest night of my life. This is a very dirty story, containing very dirty, rough and degrading sex. If this bothers you in any way, then I suggest not proceeding.
I glanced around nervously as Mya dug through her purse, searching for her keys.
"What time is your boyfriend coming home again?" I asked, waiting impatiently as she continued rummaging.
"Stop worrying about it?" she chided, pulling her keys from the purse, fumbling them in her drunken fingers. "He won't be back until the morning."
"Its morning already isn't it?
"Its 3 A.M.", she answered back, as she opened the door and stepped into the apartment. "We have plenty of time."
I took one more cautious glance around the empty hallway before following her inside.
"Want a drink?" Mya asked, tossing the keys on the kitchen counter.
"Ummm," I began in contemplation as I kicked off my shoes. "Don't you think we've had enough already?"
"Well, one more won't hurt," she shot back, opening the fridge door. "As long as you'll still be able to get it up later."
"Hey," I warned as she smiled teasingly. "That was an isolated incident."
"Sure, sure," she said, smiling as she grabbed two glasses from the cupboard. "We'll see."
I smirked as I walked by, giving her a firm pat on the ass before heading towards the living room. A few minutes later May followed, carrying two glasses. She set one glass on the coffee table in front of me and sat on the other couch, immediately taking a long drink.
"What's this?" I asked suspiciously, smelling the dark liquid that filled the glass.
"Rum and Coke," she answered, setting her drink back down. "Sorry. I didn't have any diet."
"That's okay," I answered, before taking a sip. "Hopefully, I'll be able to burn off the extra calories tonight."
Mya smiled at my innuendo, as she brought her feet up and rested them on the edge of the coffee table.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, staring at me with a lascivious look in her dark brown eyes. "And just what are you going to be doing to me tonight?"
"Oh I don't know," I began in a jestful tone. "I was thinking about a little missionary position followed by some cuddling."
"Fuck that," she snapped back with a laugh. "If I wanted that, I'd just have sex with my boyfriend."
I shook my head, smiling as I took another drink.
"Don't you mean 'fiancé'?" I asked, teasing her further. "When's the big day anyway?"
"We haven't set a date yet," she answered meekly, her eyes shifting downward.
"Oh is that a little guilt I see?"
Mya shrugged but remained quiet, a pouting expression appearing on her face. In all the previous times she had cheated on her boyfriend with me, she had shown surprisingly little remorse. She had even admitted to me that cheating behind his back turned her on and added an element of excitement to our weekend sessions. I agreed. In fact, if not for the presence of her boyfriend I most likely would have lost interest in her long ago. We had started hooking up the previous summer, when Mya and her boyfriend Chris had been on a brake up. When I had returned from Medical school the following summer however, they had reconciled and were even engaged to be married. After a night of partying one night, Mya and I had found ourselves alone in a friend's living room after everyone else had gone to bed. One thing led to another and before we knew it, she was on her hands and knees with my dick inside her. After that brief encounter, the flood gates opened and we had been conducting secret late night meetings every chance we could get. Not only had our rendezvous been growing more frequent as of late, but they had also been growing increasingly kinkier, with each of us pushing the boundaries of the other to see how far we would go.
As my mind wandered, I kept glancing nervously at the clock. We had experienced a few close calls in our previous encounters and it was something I had not enjoyed. Mya, on the other hand, seemed to get even more excited from the thrill of almost being caught.
"Would you stop that?!" She scolded. "You're starting to make me nervous. He won't be back until at least six."
"That's what you said last weekend," I countered sceptically.
"Oh yeah," she said with a laugh. "That was funny."
"How funny would it have been if he had come home ten minutes earlier?"
Again she shrugged dismissively. Sometimes it seemed as though Mya cared less about getting caught than I did. In fact, it almost appeared as though she wanted her boyfriend to find out. She had insinuated in the past that she would have no problem leaving him for me and almost welcomed the prospect. I didn't have the heart to tell her that there was no way in Hell I would ever enter into a serious relationship with her. My interest in Mya, as cold as it may sound, was always and would always remain purely sexual.
"Well, you know what the problem is?" she stated more as a proclamation than a question. "We always wait too long to get started."
I nodded in agreement. After coming back from the clubs, we generally sat around talking and listening to music before actually getting down to business.
"Well, what do you feel like doing tonight?" I asked, turning the conversation back to sex.
"I want you to make me your dirty little whore," she answered bluntly without batting an eyelash.
"I was hoping you'd say that," I said, smiling.
Mya's penchant for rough, degrading sex was the main factor that kept me coming back for more.
"How dirty?" I asked, prompting her to continue.
"Very, very, very...dirty," she answered seductively as she moved over to the couch I was sitting on. "I want you to use me. I want you to...degrade me."
I could feel my dick stirring in my pants as Mya tempted me with her pleasing words.
"And you'll do anything I want?" I asked.
Mya nodded, her eyes locked on mine with lustful determination.
"Okay...," I muttered, as I stood to my feet, looking down at her as I tried to hide my eager smile. "You want to be my slut?"
"Yes."
