->Ben is 6’2″ and 22 years old. He has sandy hair and a thick well groomed beard. A lean muscled build and usually wears a brown leather jacket and jeans when he’s outside.
->Vi is 5’5″ and 18 years old. She has raven hair and blue eyes and a lithe body with B-Cup breasts. She usually wears dark jeans and a dark jacket over some faded shirt.
Story Start: Ben POV
My name is Ben and I have been dating this girl named Vi for a couple months now. We met in a bar where she used a fake ID to get in and we started flirting. At first I was really suspicious of her fake ID and if she was actually 18 but she showed me her kickboxing club membership which for legal reasons only allowed 18+ adults so I was more at ease. Also as a person who’s meddled in martial arts, I found her involvement in that an incredible turn on.
I could tell it was her first time doing this flirty stuff, but I also found her incredibly cute and attractive. She had the kind of pretty face that can go from endearing to adorable to bratty to sultry in the span of moments. And she seemed to do all this without trying.
I try to not rush things because I’m always anxious of coming off as too fast, but Vi had other plans as when the clock struck 10 she asked if I wanted to come over.
We had some of the best sex I’ve had in a long time. Her petite form was like a dessert to eat out and kiss. Her B-cup breasts were perfect and perky, and I absolutely loved caressing her skin, especially her thighs and her belly. She clawed the shit out of my back, but in a twisted sense I bore those marks like a badge of honor.
We fucked 5 times during the night, but I woke up early to run some errands. She lay next to me knocked the hell out and hung over. I slid out of bed, cooked her breakfast, set it on her nighstand, left a note with my phone number and an invitation to text me if she wanted this to continue.
And so here we are, a couple months later, with a vigorous sex life.
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One day, I was jamming out to some music. I think alone time is great for this because you don’t feel judged for bobbin’ and weaving and slidin’ to your favorite tunes. Vi knows I do this, but I don’t think she knows I know. She respectfully lets me have my silly dances to myself, and that means a lot to me. She’s such a sweetheart in these little ways, when she avoids low hanging fruits like teasing me my dumbass for the shittiest dancing she’s ever seen just to let me have my moment.
Now I’m doing this as I cook breakfast, and at the time, she’s inside her room streaming. She likes to stream her video games around this time and at first I thought she was one of those titty streamers I hear about. Turns out she’s astonishingly good at the game and doesn’t really put her “goods” on display. I consider it very funny and attractive when a dipshit on stream deprived of feminine attention donates her to show some skin and she just refuses and tells them, they’re pathetic. She’s garnered an audience because of her blunt attitude of people who respect her skill in games, her persnality, and the select few that must take some sick pleasure in being called an incel or just plain pathetic.
As I wait for the eggs to boil, I start nodding my head to the music and pumping my fist. I know I look like a dork when I do this, but man, it is so much fun. Suddenly I spin around at the mindblowing chorus as I always do and the back of my hand connects with Vi’s face. She hits the ground and my jaw drops. Her face is turning red and I rip out my ear phones.
“Vi!” I yell. “I didn’t hear you behind me!” I pick her up and forget about the eggs. I slowly lead her to the couch and set her down, my hands on her shoulders. She looks not shocked, but contemplative. “Vi, are you okay? Concussion?” I check her eyes. Her cheek is a little puffy. She seems fine though.
Her eyes flit up to me and she gives me a coquettish smirk. “Do it again.”
I blink. “What?”
“Again.”
“Hit you? Vi, I can’t hit you.”
Her eyes looked hungry and while I was still mildly in shock I couldn’t help but feel my cock start to rise. “You can.” She nodded eagerly.
I let out a nervous chuckle. This was new. “Same side or the other?”
“I don’t care, do what you want.” She bit her lip and added a sultry, breathless tone to her voice.
So I obliged. My palm connected with the other side of her face and she staggered. I caught her with my hand and stabalized her on the couch again. Now both her cheeks were reddening.
“Do it again,” she said, her eyes wide with lust and hunger, and her lip shaking.
I stood above her, now falling into a dominating role. I’d seen enough porn to have an idea how to act, but I knew every woman was different. I didn’t know how much she could actually take. I take a fistful of her hair and yank her so her back is against the backrest of the couch. I land another smack on her face and lean in close to her ear. “You say Boiled Eggs when you’ve had enough.” I said it with an earthy growl in my voice. She whimpers with a smile and nods. “Good girl.”
I smack her again while holding her hair and pulling her had back, exposing her neck and having her face me as I loom over her. I smack again, and again, and the last one releases a moan from Vi. She looks into my cold eyes with her own hungry pair. Her lip pouts because I’ve stopped, but also she knows if I start again she won’t have a break for a while. She’s relishing the respite while dreading it.
I smile and begin stripping her of her clothes. Eventually, she’s in her panties and bra face down on the couch, limp, waiting for me to manhandle her. I grab her ass and squeeze and she coos in satisfaction. I slam my palm onto her ass cheek and she yelps a cute little yelp. And then I do the other cheek. Then focus on the first one, my hits getting harder and harder with each smack.
Now she relished the pain and humiliation but dreaded the sting and agony. A masochist’s dream come true. Pain and pleasure in pleasure and pain. Eventually, like her face, her ass cheeks were red and puffy.
Eventually, I lifted her up and tossed her on the other couch. There was no reason to switch places. I just wanted to manhandle her to show her I could just on a whim. shoved my face in her breasts and she moaned. She reached around to unclip her bra. When her tits were exposed, I nibbled on her nipples and clasped my hand around her throat.
“Choke me,” she said.
I oblige and feel her neck in my hand and her pleasurable moans.
Eventually, I let up and stand. She’s lying there, pathetic and red faced and red assed. I wonder how her stream will go as she usually has a face cam on.
“Thank you,” she says breathlessly.
“Thank you…”
“Thank you, Ben?” she asked, mischief in her eyes and a cute little smirk.
I laugh in the way you do when someone’s fucked up and I grab her to wrap her over my shoulder. I was going to take her in the bedroom to fuck her brains out till she doesn’t remember her name, but she yelled “EGGS! BOILED EGGS.” I immediately set her down and check if she’s okay. Instead, she scurries over to the stove and turns it off.
“I think you overcooked them,” she says with a laugh.
I curse at myself and she slides over to me and wraps her arms around my waist. “Hey, it’s okay.”
“Killed the moment.”
“A little bit. But there’s always the next day to have a moment. And the next. Possibilities are limitless.”
She kissed me on my lips and gave my lower lip a nibble. “I have to put on makeup for once to not look like a victim of domestic violence on my stream.”
I gave a nervous laugh.
“It’s okay,” she said. “You did well.” With one final kiss, she grabbed her clothes, and trotted inside. I couldn’t help but watch her cute ass as she scurried off.
END
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