Sex and Anger – an eye opening experience [MF]

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Just yesterday I had an experience which has changed me, and probably not for the better.

Sitting outside a Brooklyn cafe, I was being driven crazy by the hordes of extremely different, incredibly beautiful women around me. Not wanting to be a sidewalk sleaze, I turned to tinder and found a 5’5 blonde with nice legs, she was a couple of years older but that’s never mattered to me. We hit it off, each of us complaining about nothing meaningful, and she started to tell me how toxic she had been in the past, and then how much she hated being at the bar with her roommate, who was there to finally meet some guy and dragged her along. She was insulting him and her taste in men,
and at one point I just called her a bitch.

She didn’t respond for awhile, until:
“Yeah? Well we’re in the uber now. I told him he was boring and got her to leave. Spoiled both their nights. It’s my world and everyone’s living in it <3”

At this point I was just enjoying insulting her, but felt an unfamiliar feeling start to rumble. Brats have never been my cup, always too childish, and just annoying in the end. But she was something else.

“Wow, you really are a bitch. No one ever punish you properly?”

“I mean, you could try. You seem a bit too soft though.”

I took a risk, “don’t say more than a word to me when I enter, cuz it’ll be your safeword”

That was it, she sent me her address and I came an hour later. I had been frustrated all week, and felt an anger start to manifest, helped along by some whiskey.

She opened the door and gave me a sarcastic smile after we kissed. I asked where the bathroom was and told her to wait in her room, but when I was finished I saw her roommate in the kitchen eating fries.

“Hey” I said.

“Yeah. Hi.” Her voice was flat, almost forced that way, and the puffy eyes convinced me she’d just cried.

“Which door..?”

She muttered into her fries, “The last one. Musics blaring, as always.”

I thanked her and turned, but turned back, hesitating.

“So uh… I heard about your night. Sorry about your date. You really liked him?”

“She told you? Whatever. Yeah, his hair was curly, and you’re tall but he was way taller. And jacked.”

I carried on, “she sounds super toxic. Well, then I’ll get a little payback for you, alright? Just keep your ears open.”

**

I heard her confused “What?” Follow me down the hall, but the door was already closing behind me.

She sat on the raised bed in a bra and panties and changed the song.

“The Strokes have some bops, and this ain’t one of them. Change it” I said.

“Or what?”

As I sat next to her I snatched the phone from her hand and kicked off my shoes. She scoffed and started to play fight with me, but I just let her reach for her phone as I’d already disconnected it and bluetooth connected my own to change the music.

She was in my lap, looking up at me when the song changed. She started whining “What the fuck is this? This sucks, change-” but I’d wrapped my large hand around her throat, gripping hard to cut her off immediately.

“Your taste in music is just awful, and you’re such a bitch.”

Her face started to turn red. I used my other hand to smudge her lipstick and eyeliner, smirking as I worked. She was calm until I took a deep breath and relaxed, sitting against the headboard and pulling her along by the throat until she sat between my legs, back to my chest, at which point she started to tug gently at her neck.

“What’s the magic word?”

No answer. She squirmed against me, fingers digging into my thighs, and I felt her heave for nonexistent air, starting to spasm before I let go.

I turned off the music as she recovered.

As always the first breath is shaky, she only inhaled halfway, then took several large gulps of air before turning around and unbuttoning my shirt, leaning forward to kiss my collarbone. I let her work and leaned back, relaxing and feeling as if invisible steam was rising off my skin, my hands resting on her ass, her legs over my thighs, almost straddling me.

The words left me before I thought of them. “I’m gonna punish you raw.”

“Fuck you. I doubt you could do anything I haven’t seen before.”

I squeezed her ass and pulled her closer, grinding her underwear against my pants. Our chests pressed together, and my hands began to wande. Naturally her chin rested on my shoulder, so I took her neck between my teeth for a moment before growling back, “your face and ass will be matching shades of dark red. And I won’t ask before I do anything- you remember the word?” I pulled her bra off as she nodded and played with her nips, loving to wet them, then roll them gently between my lips before biting down with my lips still in the way. It gives all the pain without the discomfort, then I roll my lips back to a purse and suck. She started to grind her hips against me, reaching around my head to continue stripping me, but instead twice made her tit slip from my mouth.

After the second time I ducked and bit the underside of her tit, hard, before pulling away, letting my teeth drag and earning me a whimper before I lifted my hips and let her pull the pants off. When she tried to climb back into my lap I pushed her off.

“Take them off slut.”

For the first time, no fight, and we were naked.

She tried to mount me again, but I just grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down, stretching her across my lap, ass up.

“You thought I’d forget? Put your hands behind your back.”

I started raining spanks on her pale ass with my right as my left took her by the throat, making good on my promise. After twenty hard spanks, each time my hand came up it was wetter, her pussy gushing.

Her hands started to move- so I punctuated every word with a harder spank, the sounds reverberating. “I fucking said- put your hands back! They move again and I’m gonna play with that untouched ass of yours.” She didn’t even respond with words, but a moan emerged from her involuntarily as I continued.

My right hand was soaked, so I flipped her over and used it to smudge her makeup further before standing us up in front of her mirror, still holding her by the throat from behind, keeping her on tip toes. Her eyes were locked on mine.

“Look at your face.” – She did. – “Now, did I lie?”

In one movement I tossed her facefirst to the bed so she’d catch herself on her elbows, releasing her throat.

She looked back and met my eyes, then saw my cock was hard with a beadlet of cum on the tip, then her own ass, our size differences making her whole ass easier to color than just half- her face matching. She rested on her cheek and took some breaths as I stroked myself gently.

Slowly, and even slower than you imagine, as she watched me through the mirror, she reached back and gripped a cheek in each hand, exposing her pussy and straightening her legs. How considerate.

I took a step and turned, ready behind her. I wiped my tip against her fingers, precum sticking them together, then met her eyes.

“What’s the magic word?”

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