Bad Bad Girl

He wrote this for me, last year….  I came across it, looking for something else- and reading it got me so hot- I thought I’d share it again..

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I told her I’d write…. – z

I admit, it makes my cock harder when she tells me to hurt her. The power she gives me is amazing. She fuels my deviance. She knows it, and she feeds on it. Even when all she can get out is “Harder, fuck me harder!” I just want to pierce through her body with my cock. Feel her bleeding on me. She confuses me and she amazes me at the same time. It makes her wet, just thinking about me grabbing a handful of her thick black hair and pulling her head back. I know, because more than once I’ve done it, and kissed her hard while pushing my hands up her skirt and into her panties only to feel my fingertips slide right through those beautiful lips and right unto her cunt. She’s beautiful. You have no fucking idea.

This is how it was. She was on her knees, waiting for me when I kneeled down and pulled at her hair, pulling her head back and biting into her shoulder. She hissed through her teeth, but then melted back into me. I bit harder, until it broke the skin until she groaned, low and sexy while I licked her warm salty blood with my tongue. My cock throbbed. God damn she is so hot. And she’s mine. Mine to fuck, mine to love, mine to hurt. Mine for whatever I want from her. My fear of losing her is equal to my need for her. We walk a thin line. If I did not respect her, she would scare the hell out of me. If she did not respect me, she would never allow me to put my hands on her.

I opened the knife from my keys and tore her panties and tank from her body. “Don’t move, slut, ” I instructed her.

“How will I leave?”

“Do you belong to me, slut?” I threw her clothes on the floor in front of her so she could see them.

“Yes sir.”

“You act as if you do not trust me,” I pushed her forward so she was on her hands and knees and yanked her hair back so her head was up. I leaned forward to talk into ear, “Don’t you trust me, slut?”

“Yes sir, I do,” she whispered, “I’m sorry sir.”

“Remain still,” I told her, moving behind her, “Don’t make me punish you. Although- I may do so anyway.” I reached under her legs and ran my fingertips over her pussy. She was slick and warm. I licked her off my fingers and moved behind her.

Staring down her back, I felt the sudden urge to grab her hair and pull her over. Throw my body down on hers and fuck her. Fuck her hard. Smothering her. Consuming her. But I knew that I should be patient. She deserves to get what she wants.

I know what she wants.

Her skin felt so good. Undressed, I pressed my lower stomach against her ass. My semi-hard cock pushed between her thighs, but she did not move. I ran my hands over her body, making big circles and rubbing her soft skin and tracing the scratches I had left on her earlier. The were slightly scabbed now, but still pink and fresh. I caressed above the cleft of her ass- and moved my hands outward so my right hand rested on this spot on her back.

It’s at her waist, on the right side on her back. This spot, about the size of a dollar bill- that is so sensitive. When she is not aroused, she is insanely ticklish there. I think it’s so cute that she’s ticklish, but I know better than to purposely tickle her. She REALLY fucking hates that. When she’s aroused, if I so much as place my hand there- she arches her back in the sexiest way. I can’t help but touch her there because it’s such a random erogenous zone and her reaction is like flipping a switch. Once at a party, I slid up behind her when she was talking to someone and placed my hand on this spot, made circles with my fingers. You would have thought I was fondling her clit, she was so distracted.

I slowly rubbed the hot spot on her back, and watched her purr for me. She lowered her head and pushed back against me. She was like an alley cat waiting get get fucked by a stray.

“Don’t move,” I told her, taking my cock in my hand and pushing it between her pussy lips. She was soaked. God damn. I didn’t enter her cunt, even though my cock was so hard I would not have even needed my hands to guide it in. I simply pushed between the folds of her wet pussy and nudged at her clit with the head of my cock again and again. Luxurious. Simply luxurious to feel her dripping on my cock. She arched, slightly trying to get more pressure on her clit.

“I said don’t fucking move,” I could have cum all over her pussy lips this way- but I wanted to possess her. Why blow my load on her, when I could fill her with it? Always a better option. I pulled back and pushed my cock straight into that wet cunt. Pushing all the way to the hilt in one stroke, she cried out- and then moaned at me. Fucking beautiful.

She held as still as she could. My hands held on to her hips and I stared down at that round ass while my cock disappeared inside her. I raised myself over her just a bit, and grinded my cock down on her g-spot. Slowly I rotated my hips to graze against her g-spot. She made a sexy “ooh” sound when she felt my cock dancing on her g-spot. Her cunt was so wet. She was so goddamn fucking wet it was hard not to cum. The vision of my cum shooting on her g-spot filled my senses and I could feel my own cum starting to curse through my cock. Fuck. I had to slow down.

“No- don’t stop, sir. Please.” she begged me, tightening her sweet pussy around my cock. I immediately pulled out of her. I was going to cum. I love it when she begs, the little whore. She is such a slut for my cock. Yes, I gave her that name- if you didn’t know.

I pushed three fingers into her cunt. Digging and stroking on her g-spot. Hooking my thumb under her and rubbing her clit. I love doing this to her. Her whole sex, right in my fingers. I’m her master . She belongs to me- you understand. I will never hurt her. I give her what she needs. Her legs were shaking because she is still trying not to move. I ignore the fact that her body would not allow her to hold still even if she had all her mental ability. Her body was under the control of my hand. I alternating my finger on her g-spot and my thumb slipping over her clit. Forward and back, forward and back. Mmmm, that’s a good girl. Her g-spot was spongy and swollen. I wished I could be inside her cunt and lick and suck on it. These are the thoughts in my head as I’m connecting with her soul. That I wish I could see the physiological mechanics of her body when she orgasms. That I could see the colors of her electricity- because I know it’s like fireworks.

This is who she is. This is when she is alive and unbound. When she is in my control, she is the most beautiful and free creature I’ve ever known.

“Please sir, please can I cum.”

The magic fucking words. She gets off being told to wait, but I knew she would lose this moment if I made her wait for too long. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to force her to cum on my hands. “Yes, cum now. Cum right now.” I pushed at her gspot and made fast pulling circles while I pushed down a little on her fat clit while stroking it.

Her pussy gripped my fingers and she jerked her clit at my thumbs. Her moans are guttural and unashamed. Her cunt floods my fingers and I can hear the sloshing of her juices while my fingers continue to assault her. If her body could take it, I’d never fucking stop, but she is coming hard now and almost violently. It’s delicious. I was more calm now, however my rod was still solid. I quickly replaced my fingers inside her with my cock. Her cunt was slick, but still so tight. Soo fucking tight and still pulsing from her orgasm. She grunted as my cock pushed inside her. I slapped her hard on the ass. “Don’t you fucking move…slave.” She positioned up on all fours again. She was silent. I was her fucking master. She wasn’t going to disobey me. I wanted to slice through her body with my cock just to see the way she would get off on it.

I reached underneath her and grabbed at her tits while I fucked her. I pinched on to each nipple and pulled it towards me as I thrust into her. She winced at each sharp tug but never used the safe word, but was too distracted by my cock thrusting hard into her. She loved when I used her this way. Reduced her to no less than a fuck toy. She got off on the submission and I got off on the power. Sometimes I wonder how strong her orgasm would be if I held a knife at her throat while I fucked her. I never would, simply because there is nothing that I could ask her that she would say no do. She would let me cut her if I asked. She would ask me to cut her if I had the tool and the mentality to do so. You think I’m fucking with you? Trust me, I’m not.

I continued to fuck her- tugging at her nipples while I thrust my cock into her. I could hear her whispering, “yes… yes… yes… ” with each thrust and my cock was sloppy wet from all her juices. I looked down on her back, seeing fresh scratches from the night before. I pinched down harder and thrust into her so hard that it pulled off of her nipples. She yelped out a bit.

My eyes connected again to the fresh pink scratches on her back. I reached forward and raked my nails down her back once more. Tearing open several fresh wounds and watching her blood start to drip from them again. Reaching her ass, I grabbed her hard by the hips and watched her start to bleed. My cock is ready to explode as I grab those hips and start fucking. Fucking her hard, pumping my cock into the cunt that belongs to me. Pump and pump and fucking pump my cum into her. Filling her until I imagine that it mixes with the blood that is dripping from her back. I reach down and touch one of the larger scratches and taste her dirty sexy blood. She bleeds for me. She belongs to me. “Tell me who you belong to slut.” I growl down at her.

“You. Oh you, sir. I’m yours. I’m your fucking whore. Your slave. Thank you. Thank you sir.”

“Good Girl,” I told her, still staring at the blood dripping on her back. I pulled my cock out and watched my cum drip out of her pussy and run down her leg. I wasn’t going to let her clean up just yet. “Lay down so I can clean your back.” She lay down on her stomach and I moved over her- licking the blood that dripped from her reopened scratches. Her warm blood against her cooled skin. I ran my fingertips over her back and swipe blood from her back, licking my fingers and the blood that drips from her skin. She is breathing so hard, shallow breaths that make her appear delicate, almost frightened- although I knew that one touch to her sex and she would melt for me, begging to cum. It turned me on, the power I felt. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating, the way she makes me feel. I am filled with lust and adoration for her. My cock is hard for her again.

“You are a good girl. Perfect. Now tell me, angel. What do you want? Anything you want, you can have right now. So tell me, my slut. What can I give you?”

She turned her face towards me, make up smeared, sweaty and gorgeous, she was still out of breath when she whispered between labored breaths, “Your cock! I need your cock in my mouth. Please. Oh God please…”

“Yes,” I told her, “Whatever you want, you can have.” I smiled down at her, I could not help it. She looked like a kid on Christmas morning and I knew she was going to take this opportunity as far as she could.

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