Blake and his girlfriend Ashley were both getting ready for their date night. Blake was already dressed, relaxing on the bed. Ashley was still rummaging through her closet, performing her third wardrobe change of the night.
“Are you almost done?” Blake laughed. “You’ve been in there for like thirty minutes.”
“Yes, babe!” Ashley replied, slightly stressed. “I’ll be out in a second.”
A few moments passed, then Ashley popped out of the closet wearing a grey sweater, light blue jeans with rips in them, a beanie to keep her ears warm, and a pair of black fishnets under her jeans.
“What the fuck is that?” Blake asked.
“What is what?”
Blake hopped off the bed and strode toward Ashley. He towered over her, forcing her to look up at him. She could see a red flare in his eyes. His brow was stern. He was clearly unhappy, and knowing that stirred a wrenching fear within Ashley. She frantically racked her brain, trying to think of what she had done wrong.
“I said, what the FUCK is this?” Blake placed his hand over a rip in Ashley’s jeans and pulled at her fishnets. “How many god damn times have I told you not to wear these?”
“I’m sorry,” she pleaded. “I forgot. I really did. I was just trying things on and I completely forgot.”
“Really?” Blake asked, angered by Ashley’s reply. “You forgot? I’ve told you so many times not to wear fishnets. Don’t tell me you fucking forgot. That’s bullshit.”
The furious tone of Blake’s rant made Ashley’s blood pump with a mix of excitement and consternation. She loved he way his testosterone-charged voice growled at her, demanding obedience. But she was also afraid of the places his sadistic mind would go, and the punishments he would enact.
Ashley tried to back away toward the closet, but Blake’s grip took hold of her neck. He squeezed tight, applying pressure on both sides. He looked down with an irate glare. Ashley stared up at him with a pleading appeal.
“Please, sir. Please. I’ll get changed.”
“No,” Blake’s voice sharpened. “You’re not getting changed.”
Quickly, he grabbed Ashley by the hair and dragged her down to the floor.
“Get on all fours,” he shouted.
With no hesitation, Ashley obeyed. Her heart was racing. She was soaked with breathless excitement. Blake knelt down behind her and tore down her jeans, gathering them at the knees. Completely exposed, Ashley’s ass was only covered by the pair of black fishnets. Blake sent a series of slaps across her ass, causing her body to jolt in response. She moaned out in pain as Blake chuckled sadistically.
“Aww, what happened?” Blake feigned concern. “I thought you were gonna get changed, slut.”
The mocking sound of his voice made blood rush to Ashley’s face. It was frustrating how easily he could use his tone to embarrass her. It made her feel mentally powerless.
Blake continued his verbal attack, “You’re not getting changed. In fact, I don’t even think you even deserve to go out tonight.”
Blake unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and slid them down with his boxers. His cock spilled out from beneath his underwear, revealing a full erection. His cock was hulking in size, clearly having some weight to it. He moved himself in and slapped his warm cock against Ashley’s ass. She let out a whimper as he taunted her with it. Then, he reached for her hair, gathered it in his hands, tightened his grip, and ripped her head back. As he did, his hips began to grind against Ashley’s ass. She could feel his hard cock brushing between her thighs, pulsating against her skin. A desperate neediness crawled across her body.
He let go of Ashley’s hair, bringing both of his hands between her thighs. He latched his fingers around her fishnets, quickly tearing them open. Ashley’s jaw dropped as she felt Blake guiding his cock to her vaginal opening. He pressed forward, sending the end of his tip in to her. He opened his mouth, allowing drool to drip onto his shaft. With his dick waiting to slide into Ashley, he coated his sensitive skin with saliva.
In a sudden movement, he shifted his body forward, sending his powerful cock into Ashley. He reached into her, getting about half way in. Ashley let out a grouping of heavy-breathed whimpers. Blake’s cock was so big, it felt like it was splitting her body in two. She tried to focus on maintaining a back arch while Blake’s nails dug into her hips. He used her handles as leverage to enact multiple punishing thrusts into her drenched pussy. Moans poured from Ashley’s lips, filling the room with exuberant screams.
“Dumb fucking slut,” Blake mocked. His voice rose with a growl at each thrust. “Did you—REALLY—think it was going to be—OKAY—to wear your—FUCKING—FISHNETS?”
Ashley struggled to form a coherent response. She wanted to give him a good answer, but her mind was numb with body-piercing pleasure. Blake grabbed the back of her head and pressed his weight forward, guiding Ashley’s face to the carpet floor. He reached for her arms, pulling them behind her back. Her arms ran parallel along each other forming a long handlebar that resided under her angel bones.
Blake took hold of her arms, launching into another attack. He slammed his cock deep into Ashley’s gut. She was now handling the majority of his length. His cock pulled back, then dove forward, disappearing into her ravaged body. She screamed and wailed as he thrusted harder and harder. Her legs were shaking, her ass was bouncing, and she could feel her tits pressing into the rug. The sensations were overwhelming.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk,” Blake groaned. “I can’t even believe that I try taking you out sometimes. Fuckkk. Can you?”
Ashley moaned wildly as she received impaling hits to her gut. She knew Blake wasn’t looking for a response. He was doing something else. He was taking her vulnerability and using it as an open door into her mind. He was reminding her of her place.
Blake’s cock continued to descend into Ashley’s pussy, spreading her wide open with each plunge. Both her mind and internal organs were being actively scrambled. Her face wore a euphoric, numb expression. Her legs shook erratically as Blake’s growl transformed into pleasured moans. Faster, faster, faster, his cock tore into her. His dick throbbed inside of her. Her body winced and contorted as waves of orgastic pleasure traversed through her being, culminating in a climatic rush. Blake’s cock erupted inside her. Ropes of milky cum shot to the back of her pussy, filling her insides. He pressed in and out milking every ounce of pleasure he could from her until his cock spilled out of her pussy. She felt a tense release lifted from her body. Blake panted from behind her, trying to regain his breath. Cum dripped from Ashley’s pussy lips onto the carpet floor.
Heavy-breathed, Blake smirked, reviewing what he had claimed. Ashley’s body was still shaking. Her fishnets were torn up. And most importantly, she was reminded of her place.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/re2iak/the_importance_of_dressing_appropriately_third