Some people have a certain look in their eye that spells all kinds of deviance. Alexis was one of those people. The first time our eyes locked, I knew it and she definitely knew it. She looked at me in a way that one could easily mistake for contempt; like she could’ve killed me there and then. She obviously didn’t want that… kinda. I’ll get to that.
I met her at a house party and we instantly hit it off. I won’t get into that because that story is as old as time itself, but I will say that she flirted differently to anyone else I’d ever met. She was far more degrading than I’d ever experienced. I never told her this – mind you, it’s safe to say she figured it out for herself – but I’m a switch, usually sub-leaning, but that night I was feeling more confident than usual, so I was definitely in a dominant mood. She was a perfect complement for that too: much shorter than me at about 5’2, and a thinly-veiled sluttiness bursted at the seams of her tight, wonderful curves. We’d both had a bit to drink, so that definitely helped. I gave her back just as hard as she gave to me, and we escalated until practically every single person at the party was just about sick of the sexual tension we reeked of. People looked at me with eyes that said: please just take her back and fuck her. That’s exactly what happened, except… not quite exactly.
We had barely made it through my door – my place was closer than hers and we had both pretty much divulged that we were ravenously horny, so the sooner the better – before she slammed me against the wall and buried her tongue in my throat. To say I was taken aback was an understatement; I had kinda half-expected her to be all bark no bite, but how wrong I was. She was nothing but bite. The state of my neck the next day pretty much relegated me to staying inside; I looked like Count Dracula’s only surviving victim. She nigh-on assaulted my face and neck with a burning, animalistic fervour. I couldn’t think let alone return the favour. The sub in me was absolutely adoring this, but as I mentioned before, I was feeling dominant, and like hell was I just going to let her walk all over me.
I waited until Alexis went for my shirt. As she removed it from my body, I used my temporarily obscured arms to lunge at her. It probably wouldn’t be hyperbole to say I rugby tackled her onto my bed (perks of living in a studio flat; the front door and bed are basically next to each other). For the first time, a look of something other than hunger and determination flashed across those piercing hazel eyes: shock. Honestly throughout the whole night, this was one of the moments that really stirred something deep within me; the kind of thing that makes you feel like a primate, where everything else no longer matters; there is only the matter of rabid desire. At this point I was rock solid and felt as if my dick would literally explode if it were even slightly harder. The surprise in her expression only spurred me on. I pinned her down with my entire body weight, which for all her struggling and huffing was more than ample to hold her in place. I had her where I wanted her now. I grabbed her small, round face with one hand and moved it to the side so I could whisper into her ear: nice try.
I badly wanted to rip her shirt off but it looked rather expensive so I settled for taking it off the normal way. This was my major fuck up… or win. I haven’t really decided yet. I caught a glimpse of the laces of a wiry black bra containing her generously sized breasts, but only a glimpse. I had to momentarily unpin her arms while I took off her shirt… you can see where this is going. The shame of being played by the same trick I had played on her just moments earlier cannot be understated. She met my face with a slap so vicious that it dazed me just long enough that she could contort herself, grappling her legs around me and twisting her torso in one swift movement, to be on top of me. Honestly, the way she flipped the tables on me in an instant was impressive enough that I figured she must be trained in some kind of martial arts; it was a takedown worthy of the Octagon.
Now it was my turn to struggle. The more I did, the more frenzied with arousal I became, but I couldn’t budge. Alexis had a surprising amount of power – the centre of which was no doubt her perfectly shaped bum – and the difference was that she wasn’t going to be stupid enough to squander her position. I’ve truly never felt like more of a depraved, helpless slut, writhing to no avail beneath this deviant whose firm behind is conveniently parked right at the tip of my cock, which is at this point going nuclear. The height difference between us made it all the more sweet. There is something so thrilling about being conquered by someone so much shorter than you. We were both a sweat-laden mess, and now something else flashed in those eyes which had barely broken contact with mine throughout this entire exchange: victory. She even gave me a wry smile. At this point, I knew she’d overpowered me physically, so it was time to play my next card.
With her visage that boasted victory, Alexis had given away her main goal: power. So naturally, I decided not to give it to her. I leaned up to her as far as I could (which wasn’t very far) and simply said: fuck you. She was initially very amused, and responded by unclipping her bra, revealing some of the most delicate, beautiful boobs I’d ever seen. They were more than a handful. As I went to hold them, she pinned my arms down and lent across my torso, waving them in my face.
“You want these?”
She knew what she was doing. She held herself just far away enough that I couldn’t get to her nipples, not even with my tongue extended. She was embarrassing me, and truth be told I was loving it. So was she, even laughing at me now.
“Come on, don’t you wanna suck on my big titties?”
My frustration grew with my mania, so I did the only thing I was physically capable of doing: I spat at her. I’d never done anything like that before, and I didn’t even really think about it before doing it. I was aiming for her mouth and I actually wasn’t far off, hitting just above her upper lip. There was a moment where time seemed to stop; we both paused. Did I overstep? My concern was as instantaneously quelled as it was summoned when she licked my spit from her lip; slowly and whilst staring deep into my soul. That was another one of those primal moments that sent shivers down my spine and sparks up my cock. This girl was not going down without a fight and it was driving me crazy, in good and bad ways.
At this point I was out of ideas. I could barely move and Alexis was one-upping me at every turn. Thankfully, she took the lead.
“I’m going to suck your cock now.”
I can say with absolute conviction that this was the best sentence I’d ever heard up to that point. It somehow made my already pulsating member even more tumescent. I was actually concerned that I’d cum before she even took my jeans off. She turned around and placed her delightful bum so close to my face that I could feel the hotness of her pussy even through her shorts. I didn’t dare try to resist now. When the wetness of her mouth met me, I very nearly did cum. Usually, I’m not really one for making much noise, but the way her tongue danced on my frenulum truly made me moan like a bitch, and she made sure I knew it between mouthfuls.
“Look what I’ve turned you into. What a pathetic slut you are. You moan like a whore.”
I never thought I was into degradation, but Alexis sure did let me in on that one. Then again, I think she could’ve done just about anything and I would’ve been into it. I was enchanted by her power and there was no longer any point in denying it. The mental dissonance caused by my arousal at being dominated like this, and the frustration at allowing it to happen, might’ve been more apparent to me if she wasn’t currently sucking my soul through my cock. I placed my hands on her firm rear and began to slip her shorts down. She didn’t object, continuing to swallow my throbbing member.
When I removed her shorts and underwear, I was greeted by a glistening mound. The sweet smell of it was like a fix to me, and I needed it all. I brushed my finger against her wetness and felt her quiver on top of me. I can’t believe I hadn’t cum by now. I moved up to stick my tongue in her hole, but all too suddenly she stopped sucking me and sat up.
“What do you think you’re doing, whore? Who said you could eat me?”
Alexis knew how to push my buttons. We’d only met that night but it’s as if she knew me inside out. I didn’t dare let it on, but she had me wrapped around her finger. My frustration grew further, along with my arousal. I got bolder.
“I don’t need your permission, bitch.”
Alexis looked stunned at my retort, but I could tell she got some enjoyment out of it. I knew she enjoyed working for her power over me, and I was very much enjoying it too. That comment earned me my second slap of the night. It stung like hell, but I decided to have some fun with it.
“Is that all you got?”
I spoke with a pridefulness that I could tell she didn’t like. Her face morphed into a frown and she lunged at me again. This one was even more painful and it was hard to hide, but once again I didn’t cave.
“You’re not as strong as you think, slut.”
I think calling her a slut is what sent her over the edge. She slapped me again with such force that my vision went for a second, and I barely had time to recover before shit hit me with another, and another. A small part of me actually became quite scared at this point that she was getting carried away and might really break something. Another part of me was incredibly aroused for the exact same reason. It’s probably the most confused and borderline-disgusted I’ve ever felt during sex, but frankly I didn’t have the brain power to really perform any kind of introspection given that the majority of my blood supply was elsewhere.
Alexis wasn’t done. Next, she put her hands around my throat and squeezed. Hard. I was squirming and moaning as much as I could with my air supply cut off. I would’ve died a very happy man if she’d held on for much longer.
“You disgusting creep, this arouses you? You like it when I abuse you, slut?”
I could barely hear her through the ringing in my ears. As I lay there with her sat on top of me choking the dom out of me, I accepted defeat. I had tried my hardest to withstand her, but she was too good. It took just about all the energy I had to whisper through her clawed grip: fuck me. Her eyes lit up, and she softened her grip. I didn’t have a chance to grab my breath before she grabbed my face, the same way I grabbed hers earlier, and turned me to the side and whispered in my ear: tell me you’re my bitch. I didn’t want to. I stayed tight-lipped, but I knew sooner or later those words would come out of my mouth.
It didn’t exactly take long. Alexis dug her long, sharp nails deep into the side of my abdomen, and excruciatingly slowly she clawed her way towards my chest. I couldn’t take it.
“I’m your bitch.”
“Say it again.” She didn’t remove her hand. She was sucking up every moment.
“I’m your bitch.”
“Louder.”
I simultaneously loved and hated this. I had never been emasculated like this in my life. I was so turned on, and yet I wanted to make her pay, to eat her words, to wipe her smug expression as I make her gag on my cock and slap her whilst fucking her face. But that wasn’t going to happen, not tonight. With a raspy voice thanks to the asphyxiation she administered, I once again told her that I’m her bitch. She seemed content this time, but she was gonna milk this cow for all it was worth.
“Beg for me.”
I was going insane at this point. She deserved to be looking up at me through tears and smeared make up as I tugged at her short black hair and made her take my full length. She should be worshipping my cock, but here I am about to beg for her pussy. And you’d better believe I did, because truth be told I was willing to beg for it. I practically had blue balls at this point, and one whiff of her sweetness earlier had sent me into a craze I hadn’t recovered from. While I pleaded with her, she sat up and started to touch herself to my words. Her pussy was audibly soaked as she gently drove her finger in and out of her hole. She let out the softest moan which completely betrayed her domineering behaviour, and it only made me beg more. Everything about this girl was ridiculously sexy. I needed her pussy and I needed it now.
Eventually, Alexis leaned across my body and placed her soaked finger against my lips to hush me. She slid it down and worked it into my mouth, and I sucked like my life depended on it. Her juices turned me into a feral creature, and she could see it. For the first time that night, she decided to show me mercy. She dragged her beautiful naked body across mine, actually leaving a glistening trail of her juices across my torso. Knowing that she was that wet only made me even more insatiable. Her pussy finally arrived at my face, and I wasted no time at all in attacking her cunt with my tongue. I had never eaten pussy with such determination in my life. I explored every inch of her slit with my mouth. She rocked herself along my tongue and was moaning loudly and rhythmically. Her moans were truly bewitching and made me press my tongue into her clit with as much force as I could muster. She closed her thighs into my head and gripped my hair with both hands, yanking my head back and forth into her pussy. I could hardly breathe but I didn’t care because she tasted divine. Her juices, her aroma, her moans; I was a man possessed.
“Don’t stop.”
At this, I focused my tongue on her clit while I introduced a finger to her hole, searching for her g-spot. It wasn’t long before I had her shaking and moaning uncontrollably. She started to leak even more juices which I gratefully lapped up, and her pussy began to clench on my finger. I carried on right through her orgasm, and I was so overwhelmed, so enchanted, that somehow I began to orgasm too. Thick, endless ropes of my hot seed travelled further than I’d ever seen, landing on Alexis’s back and bum. My muffled moans vibrated my tongue which was buried in her clit, only intensifying her orgasm, which in turn intensified mine. It was the best, most euphoric loop I’ve ever experienced.
Cumming on Alexis without even being touched seemed to impress her, but she was also disappointed that I came without even being inside her. She dismounted my face and bit my neck, scolding me for cumming without her permission:
“I didn’t say you could cum, you dirty freak. Look at this mess you’ve made. You’re going to clean this up.”
Alexis bent over and lapped up the cum that had found its way onto my body. Seeing her devouring my seed from my body ensured that I remained brick hard despite just cumming. She turned to me and leaned in to kiss me deeply. As her tongue found its way into my mouth, I felt a liquid trickle in after it. She put a hand around my throat and gripped tightly.
“Swallow.”
Swallowing my own cum is never something I thought I’d like in a million years, but I swallowed it, along with my pride, for Alexis. It was insanely hot.
“Maybe you do have some use, slut. You’re an excellent cum-dump.”
At this point, her insults were making me incredibly horny. She had truly broken me down and made me her bitch, and I loved it. Noticing that I was still very much stood to attention, Alexis’ eyes lit up. She hopped over and sat in the cowgirl position, but just behind my cock. She gripped it with two hands and rubbed it against the outside of her pussy whilst looking deep into my eyes. My cock glistened with cum and probably fresh pre-cum too. For what seemed like an eternity, Alexis teased my member against her opening. It was torturous, but I didn’t dare say a word because I would inevitably only delay what I was so close to having, needing.
Eventually, after she herself had become as frustrated as me, she bit her lip and guided herself onto me. We both moaned in sync as she started to bounce on me. Her tightness embraced my cock with such perfection that it’s as if our genitalia were made for each other. Her grip was suffocating my member so hard that, despite cumming only moments ago, I began to feel that stirring within once more. Thankfully, Alexis was also sensitive enough that she wouldn’t last long either. Picking up on this, she increased her pace. The room was filled with the sounds of our lust-filled moans and the sounds of her cheeks slapping my bulging thighs, and the aroma of sex and sweat permeated every surface. Alexis leaned down, placing one hand on my chest and using the other to scratch my neck. At this, I got brave and used both hands to scratch her back. I expected some form of retaliation, but instead she moaned even louder, and dug her own nails deeper into my flesh. We were both in the midst of an incredible crescendo. Time seemed to slow as my cock, drenched in both of our juices, pounded her walls. Then, when I thought she couldn’t get any sexier, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me close, whispering into my ear between laboured, heavy breaths:
“I want you to wrap your legs around me and bury your seed in me.”
That was officially the new best sentence I’d ever heard, and frankly probably will ever hear. That single action managed to almost instantaneously initiate my orgasm. I immediately, without any conscious thought, wrapped my legs tightly around her petite frame. Our faces remained mere inches from each other; we could make out the individual beads of sweat dripping down our faces. At this point we were both just fucking machines with one directive only: we needed each other’s cum. My cock began to twitch, and I felt her pussy begin to contract. We had definitely woken up anyone in the immediate vicinity, and probably also beyond that, with our wild, uncontrollable moaning. We dug our nails into each other and moaned into each other’s mouths, as the moment we had both been waiting for all night finally arrived.
Alexis’ pussy milked my cock with suck ferocity that I’m sure I momentarily passed out. I pumped rope after rope after rope of hot, sticky cum deep inside her. Her contractions continued to milk me for what seemed like millennia. I have no idea where all that cum came from, but it was certainly even more than my first orgasm. I could feel the juices overflowing from her hole and dripping onto the bed. Whether they were mine or hers, I don’t know; probably a mixture. We both breathed euphoria into each other’s mouth, locked in an embrace of pure ecstasy. Eventually, her last convulsion squeezed the last of my ropes out of my body into hers, and we collapsed. With my cock still inside her, we began making out passionately, aggressively, still panting heavily. At some point, both completely spent, we fell asleep with my cock and all my seed still within her cunt.
I woke up the following morning, a feeling of absolute bliss upon me, to find that Alexis had already left. To say my bedsheets were in need of a wash didn’t even scratch the surface. On my desk, she had left a note with her number and a message: until the next time, slut xx. That alone was enough to once again make me incredibly hard, but what was really arousing me now was the thought of teaching her a lesson when I next see her.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vser3b/i_thought_i_was_a_huge_brat_but_she_humbled_me