This is my first story on Literotica and contains aspects of toilet play and violence (consensual). I welcome any and all comments and suggestions. Feel free to email me through Literotica. Thank you for reading!
I looked at myself in the mirror as I put the finishing touches on my make up and smiled, "Not bad girl!" Shaking my head, I thought that it was probably a wasted effort. I had met this man once before and when I left, my make up was a total mess. In fact, I was a total mess! Those memories did however elicit a heat in my belly that radiated to my pussy. Standing, I shrugged my floral print robe off of my shoulders to pool around my feet, and gazed at my 5'5" reflection in the mirror.
My blonde hair tumbled to just below my shoulder blades and accented my tan. The little gold bars in my nipples and clit hood glinted in the light. I swiveled on one foot to see my profile. While I'd received compliments on my breasts, my bottom and legs were always my best features; running and tennis had definitely helped with that. Unable to resist myself, I tweaked my nipple bars, moaning softly at the soft pain that caused my pale pink aureola to swell slightly. Sliding my hands down over my tanned tummy, I gently flicked at the bar in my clit hood bringing another soft moan from my lips, "ohhhh."
Shaking my head, I snapped myself back to focus on getting ready. "God, how could I be this needy this soon?!?"
I slid my black lace thong up my tanned legs, snugging it up against my smooth mound before stepping into the little black dress with the scooped back, and finishing, stepped into my black pumps with 4" heels and slender straps that fastened just above my ankles.
Smiling at my reflection in the mirror, satisfied, I murmured to myself, "Black on blonde, if that doesn't turn some heads, I don't know what will."
I slung my small purse over my shoulder and headed out to my car. I slid into the driver's seat, the hem of my dress sliding up nearly to my thong. As I started the car, a sudden feeling of trepidation swept over me as the memories of my last time with him swept through my mind. The feelings of fear and need raced through my body, heat radiating from my belly to my pussy. Shaking my head to clear the memories, I pulled onto the street and began my drive to our prearranged meeting place.
The closer I came to my destination, the greater the heat grew. Should I stop somewhere and touch myself or let the heat grow? I pressed my thighs together, determined to wait. "Oh God, I need this so bad!" I murmured to myself.
Focusing on my driving, I pulled into the parking place in front of the designated room. The motel was old and somewhat seedy, appropriate for my meeting. Taking a deep breath, I opened my door. As I slid out of my seat, my dress rode up higher. As I started to pull it down, I stopped, knowing that he would prefer it that way. My hands trembling, I grabbed my purse and locked my car door.
I took another deep breath to steel my nerves and knocked on the door. Nothing. I thought to myself in a moment of panic, "Oh no! Do I have the wrong time?"
Quickly, I knocked again. This time the door opened, his frame filling the door.
"You're late cunt," he growled.
"I-I'm sorry Sir," I stammered, but my apology was cut off as he slammed the door and slammed his fist into my belly.
I gasped for breath as I doubled over in pain. Just as quickly he grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerking my head up, sending shards of pain through my scalp.
"You stupid piece of shit!" He snarled as the back of his hand exploded against my right cheek, snapping my head to the side.
My head snapped to the right as the flat of his hand landed with a loud "SMACK" against my left cheek. "I should kick your worthless slut ass back outside so that the drunks can fuck your worthless holes!"
Tears welled up in my eyes, I tried to stammer an apology, "Please Sir, I-I'm sorry!"
Those words were cut off as he reached down to pull the hem of my dress to my waist before wrapping his hand around my throat, choking off my words, pinning my head against the door. He forced his knee between my thighs and jerked it up against my cunt, lifting me to my tip toes. I bucked and writhed, grinding my cunt against his knee, the wetness seeping through the thin lace of my thong, as I gasped for breath.
Leaning closer to my face, he snarled in a low menacing tone "You are one filthy, stupid piece of dog shit." and spit in my face. The thick wad splattered across the bridge of my nose, oozing down my cheek. That was followed by a second into my mouth, coating my tongue. My God, the heat of depraved need raced through my body as I struggled, uncontrollably humping against his knee.
Releasing my throat, he grabbed the shoulders of my dress, jerking them down, pinning my arms against my sides, exposing my breasts. My nipples were rock hard atop my areola, swollen, flushed a dark pink. Eyes wide, glistening with tears I looked into his cold eyes as he curled his index fingers under each nipple before pressing down with his thumbnails to pinch and twist my sensitive nubs. I opened my mouth to scream at the pain, writhing under his abuse.
"Oooooh God, it hurts, please..."
Pressing harder, he jerked my nipples up, almost lifting me from his knee. "Please what pig shit?"
"I-I can't take it, it hurts too much! Please no more!" I sobbed.
"Too bad fuck pig, there's more coming!" He growled.
Releasing my nipples, he moved his knee and spun me around, face against the door. He spat a thick wad onto the door and pushed my face to it, "Lick it up pig!"
Moaning, I flicked my tongue out to lap up the still warm wad.
He unzipped the short zipper at the bottom of my dress' back and jerked my dress down over my hips to pool at my feet. He kicked my feet wider and slid his arm around my waist, pulling my hips back while pushing my breasts against the coldness of the door.
I groaned against the door as I felt the hardness of his cock against my ass and the feeling of his hand sliding over my belly to my wet cunt.
"You're fucking wet pig shit!" He growled into my ear. "You're getting off on this aren't you?"
All I could do was moan as his fingers slid into my wet slit, rubbing and hooking two fingers into my cunt.
"Answer me cunt!" He snapped as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerking my head back, pressing my breasts harder against the door and my ass against his hard cock.
I jerked and writhed against his fingers, grinding my wet cunt, trying fuck myself harder onto his fingers. The dark wave of depravity sweeping over me, needing more.
"Ohhhh God yessss! Please, please let me cum! Do anything you want to me! Use me please!"
I cried "Nooooo!" As he jerked his fingers from my soaked cunt and shoved them into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his fingers sucking my juices from them before he stuffed all four fingers into my mouth fucking them deep causing me to gag and retch, drool running down my chin and onto my breasts.
Spitting two thick wads onto my face, "Not yet pig shit! You're going to earn it."
I tried to plead, but his fingers allowed only incoherent gurgling to escape my mouth.
He pulled his fingers from my mouth, smearing my drool and his spit across my face.
I whimpered as he released my hair and pulled my thong over my hips to the top of my thighs before sliding his fingers back to my cunt to wet them before pressing them against my tight, pink ass grommet.
"Stick your ass out more pig!" He barked.
Responding to his command I pushed my ass out further causing the tips of his fingers to push into my hole.
"More!"
I pushed back more, groaning as he worked his fingers into my ass. Pushing, twisting he forced them deeper. I whimpered as the pain of his invasion grew. He wrapped is free arm around my waist, forcing me back as spit down the crack of my ass and pulled his fingers out to collect it before fucking them back into my ass deeper.
"Oooohhhh fuck!" I squealed as he drove his fingers deeper causing me to jerk and twist on them.
"That's it pig shit! You love having your shithole reamed, don't you?"
