Because I’m into girls, and, more specifically, into tying them up, spanking them and having kinky fun with them, I can’t go to any random bar and pick up a girl straight or not. Some women can pull that off, and that’s fine if all you want is a roll in the hay, maybe to get on your knees and lick her pussy or finger fuck each other. I’m always on the lookout for girls who are more nasty than that girls who want to push the envelope, so to speak.
Maybe because I wear a leather jacket and have short, spiky, blonde and black hair, or I just look like I’m good at fucking, straight girls flock to me, but usually they’re only looking for a hot makeout session. I know, because I’ll take them home with me, but once I get them naked, they get shy. They want the lights off, they don’t want me to tie them up or spank them or order them around. In fact, they want to order me around, saying things like “Not so hard” and “I want to be in this position.” They don’t realize that what I crave is the act of domination, of being in total control that’s what gets me off.
So when I do meet the right girl, I want to show her the best I’ve got. Like with my latest girl, Cathy. One night she was doing shots at my favorite local gay bar, wearing a top through which everyone could see her tits not that she minded, because she kept taking them out and showing them to the whole room. She gave off a bratty vibe that I enjoyed, like she needed to be shown a lesson in how to behave. Even though part of me was enjoying her raucous display, my pussy was pounding with the desire to shake things up to shake her up.
I finished my beer, then sauntered over to her. She looked up as I approached, shaking her long, brown curls at me, practically daring me to do something. I moved behind her, at first simply following the movement of her body to the beat of the music, but then I grabbed her arms. I didn’t say a word, just felt her silently struggle she wasn’t moving like a girl who wanted to get away, but like one who enjoyed her situation. “Do you like that?” I whispered in her ear, loud enough to be heard above the din but quietly enough that not everyone around us could tell what I was saying.
“What’s it to you?” So she wanted to be bratty. This time she really tugged at my hands.
“You really want me to let you go?” I asked, and then did so, spinning her around so she was facing me.
“Maybe. Who are you?” She was teasing me, but I was willing to tease her right back.
“Someone you want to know.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I can take you places you’ve never been.”
“What if I like where I’ve been?”
We were flirting, practically fucking with our mouths right there on the dance floor. She seemed totally unattached, except to me, and I didn’t want to let her go. So we danced, not exchanging names or talking much, for half an hour or so, until she got tired out. Then she pressed herself against me, grinding enough so she could feel the cock I was packing, and whispered, “Take me home.”
I pushed her face away and stared down at her sternly. “You’re not the kind of girl who says please?”
She stuck out her tongue. “Sometimes I do.”
“I bet I can get you to say please,” I told her.
“What’s the bet?”
“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” I told her. Then I started to walk away, knowing she was so aroused she’d be sure to follow. I was right the moment my hand hit the door, she was running behind me, pressing her hand over mine.
“Wait. I’m Cathy, and . . . I want to go home with you. You can do anything you want to me. I liked dancing with you.” Her words came out breathlessly, and a little shy, like she knew I’d won whatever game we’d been playing.
“Whatever I want?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Well, I mean, I do have a safeword . . . ”
“I think we’re going to get along just fine,” I said, pulling her out into the night. We hadn’t walked half a block before I demanded, “Take off your panties and give them to me.”
“But . . . ” I knew how short her dress was, knew that all it would take was a short breeze to ruffle its hem and show off her private parts to anyone passing by. I wanted them for two reasons, though: to show her I was in charge, and to see how wet she was. I turned around, tapping my foot. “Okay, here,” Cathy said, pulling them down quickly and handing them to me. I brought them to my nose and sniffed, then ran my fingers along the crotch.
“A little wet, are you?” I didn’t need a response, so I stuck the panties in my pocket and kept walking. “Tell me what you like to do in bed,” I said, “the more specific, the better.” I wanted to find out what turned her on, but also to catch her off guard, to make her work a little before she got what her submissive little self wanted.
“I like to be ordered around, told what to do,” she said quietly, but loud enough so I could hear her. “I like to be restrained and have my mouth and pussy filled.” I liked what I was hearing. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, ignoring Cathy for a moment, to text my best friend and occasional lover Andrea, to see if she wanted to top Cathy with me. She was game.
“I’m having a friend join us,” I said casually, not letting slip whether this friend was male or female. She didn’t need to know. Cathy didn’t say anything, just smiled when I looked at her.
We got to my car, and she slipped into the back, where I told her to show me her tits, to play with them while I drove. “Suck on a nipple for me.” She did, and my cunt got wet at the sight. Andrea was waiting in my driveway when we got home, looking hot in black leather pants and an old rock t shirt that was ripped open to reveal the tops of her large tits.
I pulled Cathy out of the backseat and thrust her toward Andrea. “This is our plaything for the night, Cathy. She likes being tied up and wants to have her pussy and mouth filled.” Cathy whimpered, and I cupped her ass, right there in the street, before handing her off to Andrea and opening the door. By the time we got inside, Andrea had her tits out and was manhandling them. “Why don’t you take her pussy? I have something to keep her mouth occupied.”
Andrea dragged Cathy into my bedroom by the hair, then stripped her naked, raking her nails along her pale skin so harshly that they left marks. Then she hoisted her up onto the bed and got her on her hands and knees. I stood at the edge of the bed and whipped out my silicone cock, pulling Cathy’s mouth toward it. While she sucked me off, I could hear Andrea’s fingers sliding in and out of Cathy’s wet pussy. I lightly slapped her cheek, and then kept my hand there, watching her swallow every inch. I was grateful I’d chosen my larger, red dick, rather than the smaller one I usually pack. Cathy was a voracious cocksucker I could see her drool dribbling down the toy.
That sight made me excited, because it showed me that she was really into it, that she liked it. Nothing is sexier than a woman who knows how to use her mouth, whether it’s for a kiss, sucking nipples, going down on me or taking my dick into her mouth. When I pulled my cock out and made like I was going to put it away, she proved my prediction correct: “Please,” Cathy begged. “Just a little more. I need it. Please.” I decided to fuck her back, to make her work a little harder, and heard Andrea’s grunts get louder as we amped things up at both ends of Cathy. I knew my cock wasn’t real, but I could swear I felt some energy transferring from Cathy’s lips to my groin, and when I pulled my dick out and pressed the tip against her lips, she let me play with her sweet little mouth as much as I wanted.
“Now that you’ve had your fun, it’s time for mine,” I said, and opened the Velcro straps of the harness and removed it so Cathy could eat my cunt. She proved as good at eating pussy as she was at sucking cock, and even though I wanted to maintain some semblance of control, I let myself go while she ate me. I was grateful Andrea was there so Cathy could both get off while she had the taste of my pussy on her tongue. Andrea met my gaze, and we shared a smile as I encouraged Cathy. “Yeah, get your tongue in there.” Then I addressed Andrea. “Spank her ass for me, since I’m busy over here.” The sound of Andrea’s smacks so strong and steady were what pushed me over, and I came against Cathy’s lips.
“Kate. My name is Kate. Remember that,” I told her afterward, before kissing her roughly while I pinched her nipples. She grinned at me, and I knew right away that this wouldn’t be a one time encounter.
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