Being Bad on a Bad Day

Literotic asexstories – Being Bad on a Bad Day by MrJm,MrJm
Your message said it had been a long day at work and you were frustrated.

‘And? What do you want me to do about it?’ I replied.

You know I like it when you tell me how much you want me; it reiterates your consent. I wait while you’re typing.

‘I need to forget about work and life and chores and even being a person. I need to be your toy again. I want you to play with me and make me do anything you want. Use me for your pleasure until my mind is emptied of everything except your cock and your needs.’

I smiled. You only write longer messages when you’re really horny.

I typed: ‘Good girl. Because you’re not a person, you’re a set of holes. And what do we say about fuckholes…?’

‘Fuckholes don’t need a brain, you said,’ without hesitation.

‘Exactly. Be at the hotel in an hour. I’ll book it in your name. Go in the room, and be ready for me.’

I knew you’d comply. I didn’t need to wait for you to reply. I made the arrangements, and got ready.

I debated whether to take anything with me from the collection of toys I keep to use with you. I decided on a dildo, just a medium one, nothing too extravagant, and some lube, putting them in my jacket pocket in case I wanted something else to use on you.

An hour and ten minutes later, I arrived at the hotel. The reception staff knew me, and they knew what we did there, but I didn’t care. They’d seen it all before. They handed me a keycard and I made my way to the room, my cock beginning to stir as I thought about finding you, waiting for me.

I swiped my way into the room and entered slowly, stepping firmly and deliberately, letting you know I was coming and you’d better be ready. I rounded the corner and you looked at me from the bed, expectantly, as I removed my jacket.

You were wearing a black, see-through bra and matching panties made with just the right grade of fabric to obscure the view beneath enough to make someone eager to get them out of the way quickly.

You leaned back, parting your legs for me, showing me what you were offering in a way that pleaded ‘pick me to play with’.

“I bought these for my anniversary,” you said, in a quiet voice.

I smiled at your words, pleased that you know exactly the kind of thing I like.

“Someone ought to do what they were designed for,” I said.

I’d never been particularly into lingerie, whether it was kinky, revealing, or otherwise; I always preferred what was underneath. But, knowing why you’d bought them, and getting to be the one to ruin them, turned me on. I wanted them gone.

But not yet.

I approached the side of the bed staring down at you, and beckoned you towards me, signalling with just a motion of my hand that you should be closer. How were you going to service me otherwise?

You obeyed, moving over to the edge of the bed where my hips conveniently met the height of your face. I unzipped my jeans and waited. You knew what I wanted; you’re a good slut and know what you should do when I require it, without needing to be told.

I felt your hands reach through to my cock, massaging it as you pulled it free and out to take hold of it properly. It responded to your touch, growing harder as your soft fingers slid over my shaft and teased the head, running over it, and then back down to my balls, gently squeezing them, coaxing them to prepare more of the cum you always crave.

My cock quickly grew to its full capacity: seven inches long and six in circumference, its circumcised head pointing directly at your mouth as you continued to stroke and play with it.

I wanted more.

“Come on,” I told you. “If I wanted jerking off, I could have done that myself.”

I reached down to take hold of your head with both hands, pulling your mouth to me, which opened automatically, always ready to take a cock and put it to good use.

My cock pushed passed your lips and I breathed a moan as I felt your tongue against the underside of my shaft, sliding over me as I drew your head further to me, moving one hand to the back of your head, and winding your hair around the fingers of the other, giving it a little tug as a warning: don’t stop.

I pushed my hips forward and my cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little, coughing as I pressed further to feel your throat open and swallow me, which you did, willingly and eagerly, tipping back your head while the resistance of your hair round my hand made you wince just a little. I pushed against the back of your head, holding you there, your lips at the base of my shaft, and the head of my cock firmly buried in your willing throat.

“That’s it. That’s what I needed,’ I moaned, and began slowly rocking my hips.

My dick slid up and down in your throat, but never withdrew. I kept you on me until I felt you beginning to struggle more, spluttering a little, unable to get enough oxygen but still recognising that my need was more important: your existence solely to please me.

I tugged hard on your hair, yanking you off me so you could gulp in some air before I quickly thrust back into you, making you choke as I drove back down your throat in one swift motion, barely enough time for you to inhale. I wanted to fuck that throat; it’s mine to use and I was going to do so, thrusting my hips harder, in and out, my tall frame towering above you as you lay on the bed choking on me. The sounds you were making – fuck, those sounds – the spluttering, gagging, and gasping of a slut so desperate to fulfil her role perfectly. Your throat convulsing around my cock making me breathe heavier, moaning and grunting as I keep fucking you.

“You dirty bitch,” I said, in a low voice. “Your throat was made for this and you know it.”

I looked down at you, your eyes watering but full of lust, savouring the feeling of being my cock-sucking whore. I shifted my gaze down your curvy body to your fat ass, stuck up in the air behind you. Such a perfect ass that I knew needed some attention later. Until then, your face would have to do.

I unravelled your hair from my fingers and brought my hand to your face, taking hold of your cheeks between my fingers and thumb and raising your face towards me. Swiftly, I brought my other hand round and lightly slapped your cheek.

“Don’t worry,” I said with a little smirk. “I won’t leave a mark. We don’t want you to have to explain that.”

You nodded obediently, knowing you deserve it. Even though you did everything I asked, you could always do more. I smiled again, and slapped that cheek once more.

“Good girl.”

I wanted to cum. I could feel the pressure building and my cock starting to throb, pulsing back against the walls of your throat.

‘Should I pull out and give it to you all over your face? Or should I pump it all straight down into your stomach where it can slosh around as I use you all evening?’ I thought.

I decided on the latter. Grabbing your head once more and forcing you to take me deep again as my cock throbbed and pulsed, and released my cum straight down your throat, flooding you, making you choke as I held you there until I was done, moaning, grunting, emptying my load into your greedy stomach.

Finally, I let you go. You gasped, breathing heavily, desperate for air. Saliva drooling down your chin and hanging from my cock. I slapped your face again, before rubbing my cock over you, wiping that spit all over your cheek.

“Filthy whore,” I told you, with a look that let you know what you’re really worth: a cleaning tool.

You knew that wouldn’t be the end of it, but you didn’t know what might come next. That’s what makes our times so enticing for you: you never know what I could have in store for you and your holes.

I sat on the bed, arms folded, my cock now soft between my legs, still glistening from the remains of your spit.

“Well?” I said, looking at you. “It’s not much use to us like that, is it? Make yourself fucking useful. You shouldn’t need telling.”

You crawled to the edge of the bed and got onto the floor, crawling again to kneel between my legs before placing your hands on my thighs and starting to gently lick my cock. You caressed it with your tongue, slowly and softly, like it was your favourite thing in the world. Treating it with loving care and attention.

My cock began to twitch against your tongue so you took it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, sucking gently, coaxing it to harden for you. The warmth of your mouth was satisfying and I let out a little moan of contented pleasure.

“Yes, slut, that’s right. Keep it there till I’m ready again,” I told you.

We both knew it wouldn’t take long. We both know I find you irresistible and every inch of me wants you, just as you want every inch of me. And, within another minute, my cock was swelling in your mouth. You moaned softly around it as you felt it growing, hardening, all because of you and your ability to turn me on, knowing the pleasure you can give me.

With my cock fully hard, I pushed you back and stood up, finding my jacket to get the dildo and lube. I walked back over to you and placed them on the bed, slowly stroking my cock as I looked at your sexy body, now leaning back on the floor for me.

“Get on the bed,” I commanded you, continuing to stroke my cock while you did as you were told, turning to make sure I had a good view of your ass as you crawled back over and up on the bed.

“Mmm,” I moaned. “You sexy little bitch. You know I love that arse.”

I walked towards you and, without warning, spanked you hard across your ass, immediately leaving a slight red mark on it. I slapped you again, and again, brightening your asscheek, the outline of my big hand starting to show. I liked that: knowing I was marking you, leaving my imprint on you so any one who might come afterwards would know you’d already been used.

I sat on the bed behind you, looking again at the naughty panties you were wearing.

“These need to go,” I said, and grabbed hold of them, wrapping my fingers underneath, the tips grazing your pussy as I took the gusset in my hand and pulled hard until the elastic gave way and snapped.

“That’s better,” I said, admiring your now-exposed cunt in front of me. “These were never necessary anyway.”

I threw the panties away across the room, discarded like any thoughts of the wedding anniversary they were supposed to commemorate. It was unimportant and meaningless. All that mattered was us and our pleasure.

I took hold of your waist, digging in my fingers to get a firm hold of you, then pulled you back, dragging you to me.

With my fingers still dug into your skin, I shifted my grip to allow me to raise you up, knowing I might bruise you – more marks by my hand.

“I want that cunt on me where it belongs,” I said, sliding my cock against your wet pussy and pulling you over me, my shaft pressed against your cunt, coating me with your juices.

I could feel you hungry for me inside you, your pussy dripping down onto my balls as I teased you, making you wait. I always love that; knowing how much you want me just by the reaction of your body.

I never make you wait too long; I crave to be inside you too. I pulled you back so the head of my cock was at your hole, pausing there, just long enough to make you wonder if I’m done teasing you or not. Then, with a movement of my hips, I pushed slowly into you, my cock parting your fuckhole, opening you up for me. You moaned – a deep, almost growling moan, ‘Urhhhhh yesss.’ I knew that’s what you needed, what your cunt was made to do: take cock – my cock – and I gladly gave it to you, pushing slowly, further, deeper into your tight pussy until my full length was buried in you.

“Ohhh yes,” I moaned. “That’s my good girl. That’s where you should be, right here with my cock in you.”

My hands were still on your waist and I held you firm. You were eager to ride me, to satisfy that ache to be fucked, and I could feel you straining to bounce on me.

I took one hand away and allowed you to slide yourself slowly up my cock – once – another tease to your needy cunt, while I reached for the dildo and lube. Then, I relented, allowing you to slide back down onto me fully, but gave your ass another spank with my free hand.

“You’re such a needy, greedy fuckwhore,” I told you. “Can’t wait to ride me, can you? Well, I know what greedy cocksluts need. I know that one cock stuffed in you isn’t enough.”

I opened the lube and dribbled plenty over your asshole, taking the dildo and sliding its head through it between your asscheeks.

‘Unfortunately,” I continued, “there isn’t another cock here. So this will have to do.”

You were pushed back against me, my cock pressed fully into you, and your cunt accustomed to it, fitted to my thickness. I began to circle your asshole with my fingers, teasing at first: two fingers applying light pressure, moving in little circles, slowly getting firmer until I pressed the tip of my forefinger into you.

I felt you twitch a little at the sensation of that first penetration of your ass for a while, and I waited, letting you adjust and relax a little, before I continued, slowly making that circular motion again, gently opening that tight hole more, taking my time.

I waited again until I knew you were ready for more, then pressed my second finger to you, wanting you wider. I could feel you straining a little, your pussy clenching my cock, but I knew you wanted this. You craved to be stuffed, so I pushed more firmly until both fingers were in you and I could part them slowly, still taking my time to stretch that third fuckhole of yours enough for the dildo.

“Mmm,” I moaned again. “Good girl, giving that ass to me as well.”

I took the dildo and pushed it between my fingers, pressing it into you as I withdrew them, replacing my fingers and sliding the toy deeper into my toy – your arse.

I could feel the dildo pushing into you through your ass walls, forcing its way in, making your cunt tighter around me. You were breathing heavily, moaning as your pussy juices ran down over my balls and onto the bed. Finally, I stopped. The dildo was deep in your ass and my cock fully in your cunt. Your holes were satisfyingly full at last.

“It’s just a shame there isn’t another cock to shove down your throat,” I said,slowly moving my hips, beginning to fuck you.

As my cock reached the top of your pussy, I started to withdraw the dildo and, as I pushed back into you, the dildo slid further out. I began fucking you like that, my cock and the fake one, fucking your holes in tandem, opposite motions, your body feeling full and stretched.

You began to push back, eager for more, rocking back on my cock as I thrust it into you. The movement of the dildo through your inner walls increased the pleasure on my cock and I took advantage, angling more to gain as much pleasure from you as I could.

With each thrust into you, I groaned. Our motions became harder and faster as we moved together, each getting what we wanted – your holes stretched and fucked like you always need, and me being the one to fuck you, to get the benefit of your need and satisfy my desire for the pleasure you can bring.

I felt my balls getting tighter, the cum building in them, and I imagined the load I pumped in your stomach, rolling around within you, slowly becoming part of you. That thought delights me: my cum, my seed, soaking into your body and becoming part of your very being.

I smacked your ass again and felt the vibration from it against my cock, through the dildo in your ass.

“You are the perfect fucktoy,” I said. “I want to give you all my cum. You deserve it for being such a good slut.”

You circled your hips, grinding around my cock as I kept fucking you. I knew I shouldn’t cum in you, I knew that’s something we’ve always agreed on. And yet, I couldn’t help thinking what it would feel like to slam my cock fully into you right at that moment; moaning, groaning, grunting like an animal, pulling your fat ass down onto me to force every inch deep in your cunt as I cum, my thick load erupting right against the back of you, right into your core. I thought about your husband and his reaction if you went back to him with my cum leaking from you, and how you’d explain it if you got pregnant.

An evil thought crossed my mind: perhaps it would be just another extension of the lies we tell, the secrets we keep. ‘We’re having a baby,’ you could tell him. ‘Isn’t that wonderful, darling?’

And he’d never know, for the rest of his days, that really it was mine. I was the one who’d knocked you up and walked away, satisfied having got what I wanted – to dump my cum in my dirty whore.

But we both knew I wouldn’t do that. There’s too much fun still to be had, too many fantasies to explore. And so, I released you.

“I’m going to cum,” I groaned.

You moved forward, automatically knowing your job, and turned around to offer me your face as a target, my cum target, your mouth open to catch any that might dribble down as I pump my cum over that pretty little face of yours. You wouldn’t want to waste any.

I didn’t even thank you. I just lay down and closed my eyes. You might curl up with me if you felt like it; I know sometimes you want that. So I left a space between my arm and chest for you to settle into while we rested together before my next turn with you.