The Little Fucker...

That little fucker...he probably can't believe his eyes. What I wouldn't give to see his face when he opened and read the cute little booklet I left him, but, oh well, that's also part of the little game I'm proposing. So where am I? In the shower, with two fingers in my ass. Because I know what he'll have chosen, and I want to be ready. I'm frightened, my pussy is dripping wet, my fingers are trembling...Fuck! I gotta be careful not to make myself come, you know, lest his gift be spoiled. I'm nervous as hell, but horny as fuck. I feel slutty and, I'll be damned, somehow I don't hate it...That's the effect he has on me, that little fucker...

* * *

I really like my boyfriend-not-my-boyfriend because it's never the same. Not just in bed; to pick me up out of the blue he comes, and off and away we go, on a road trip or a bike ride to wherever. Not just in bed; one night it's a jazz club in Greenwich Village or a rock band show, the next it's Nezet-Seguin and the Met. Not just in bed; our first date was at a drag club, and our second was at...well our second was in his bedroom...all right, all right, not just in bed, but yeah, especially in bed. One night we make love under the stars, locking eyes, smiling and sighing like in cheesy movies, and the next day we fuck in a cheap motel like in a trashy porn video. And there's no way I could live without either of the two. I wasn't always like that. I mean, I had been made love to, I had been screwed and I had been fucked, but I guess I needed to convince myself I liked it when a one-night stand pushed on my head or spanked me or pulled my hair. To convince myself I liked it, just to hide the humiliation and the feeling that I was a piece of meat...But with him, no need for convincing. I feel slutty and, I'll be damned, somehow I don't hate it. 'Makes me wet like crazy to hear him tell me I'm a slut while he's fucking me doggy-style. Maybe because, although he means it for real, from him it's a compliment since he's a slut too. Maybe because even when he uses my body as his toy, I can see that for him I'm more than just an object. And it's give and take; if I'm his sextoy, well then he's my living dildo. And a fucking good dildo at that, because he seems to know exactly what buttons to press to drive me nuts, that little fucker...

* * *

It's Valentine's Day and even though we said we wouldn't celebrate because I'm not really his girlfriend and him my boyfriend (and it's kind of a silly holiday)...well bullshit, we'll celebrate anyway and we know it, because really, I fucking am his girlfriend and him my boyfriend, and that too, deep down we know even if we don't say it. So instead of waiting for him to join me with freaking flowers and a box of chocolate, and then faking surprise, well, I planned a little special gift for him, and I can thank my roommate for the idea. Earlier that day, I had texted him a picture of me wearing my nicest G-string and nothing else, adding "I've got everything planned for tonight, so don't bring anything except your cock and your smile". It always feels funny when I see the nudes I send him appear in our Messenger chat. I feel slutty and, I'll be damned, somehow I don't hate it.

He arrived with flowers and a box of chocolate, that little fucker...

* * *

My roommate tells me everything about her sex life. It's usually redundant since from my room, I can hear and feel everything in Dolby Surround 3D IMAX D-Box® 4DX. The floor shaking from your roommate getting banged by her (very hot) philosophy TA is a weird thing to wake up to. I secretly dream that she'll subtly or not-so-subtly invite me to join them someday. I think of that and it makes me feel slutty, and, I'll be damned, somehow I don't hate it.

When I said I didn't know what to do to have a successful Valentine's Day ('the hell am I even talking about...), she said:

-I don't know if you remember, but Tom had organized something for me last year.

-How the fuck could I not remember? You were so loud, the police came...

And cue her explaining what surprise her dude had planned for her. Well, well, well...he's gonna be happy about his Valentine's Day, that little fucker...

* * *

We told each other everything before we even met. Tinder is weird that way. You meet a guy in person for the first time but you already know his nipples are sensitive and there's a spot in his neck that makes him go instantly hard if you kiss it. And he already knows you have no gag reflex and you often laugh when you orgasm. What a weird as fuck dynamic...

-There's not many of those, but there are a few things I haven't ever done and will never do, I'd told him.

-Have you ever done anal? he'd asked, straight-to-the-point; no detours with him.

-That would be one of those things. You can forget about it.

-We'll see about that, he'd replied with his usual tone, that of a super confident guy, yet somehow not at all intimidating. Not a tone to dominate you, just that of a guy who knows what he's doing and knows what will happen. A tone that annoys the fuck out of you but destabilizes you. A tone that convinces you to let yourself be convinced. The tone of a little fucker...

* * *

Said my slut of a roommate:

-So here's the deal. You write kinda like a menu, except instead of food, it's the game plan for your fuck session. First, you offer him a choice of dresscodes for his waitress (-Wut? His waitress? -That's you, stupid! -Oh. Of course. Also, fuck you! -Deserved, but now it's my solo bit in this story, so shut the fuck up.). Then, for the menu proper, your "appetizers" are a choice of possible options and combinations of foreplay, teasing, oral. Blowjob, 69, buttplay...although I know you're not open in that area...fooling around with toys, etc. Then for the "entrees" you can offer different thematic packages. For instance, my guy had put a "tender/lovemaking" package with positions that favored lots of visual and body contact, an "exploration" package with positions that required being on the dining table or a couch or a chair, on the floor, in the shower...you get the drift. And a "hard" package where I would get fucked really thoroughly and savagely (I wonder what option she'd taken for her to be so loud that she'd attract the police......). And then you can add extras. Getting tied up or tying him up, toys, blindfold, etc...And to finish, options of "desserts", a.k.a. how you want him to serve you his rich, tasty cream (elegant as always).

* * *

On our second date, he had let his slippery fingers slide between my cheeks while he was eating me out, his tongue sometimes pointed and hard and sometimes soft and wide. His mouth was just too good for me to want to break the spell and ask him to stop, and I had come like crazy. Had it been stronger because of his fingers? I didn't say it but I knew it, and he knew it too.

On our third date, I couldn't contain a moan when this time it was his tongue sliding between my cheeks. I could feel his arrogant, sly little smile against my ass. That little fucker...

* * *

When he arrived (with his freaking flowers and box of chocolate), I just opened the door and dropped to my knees right there on the doorstep. Just to offer myself a quick little apéro before the real deal.

Except he was wearing his goddamned 5-button trousers, that little fucker...

* * *

It's funny, we never watch porn together, but we always send each other links of videos to watch when we're apart. It started when he spent a few weeks away out west for work. He'd started sending me tons of videos, saying that's what he'd do to me if I was there in front of him, or what would happen when he'd come back. It's funny, we never watch porn together, and I'd probably be uncomfortable doing it (not sure why), but when I watch what he sends me, well I get reeeeeaaal comfortable, if you know what I mean. And then I send him the roughest and sluttiest videos I can find to raise the stakes. And I watch them and, fuck! does it make my pussy wet to imagine us doing what they do on the screen. I know it'll never be as trashy as in some of those videos, yet imagining it, I feel slutty and, I'll be damned, somehow I don't hate it.

He seems very inspired by facials...I find it pretty repulsive but, oh well, as long as he doesn't ask me to do the same... And he sends me lots of videos of girls getting their ass pounded real hard. He knows that, deep down, it doesn't leave me indifferent. He knows, because his fingers and his tongue have been making me come for months now, that little fucker...

* * *

I hadn't finished writing the menu and I was still hesitant. 5 minutes and he'd be there, but I still had to get dressed (for lack of a better word). No more time. I added a "do my ass" box in the list of possible extras and shut the booklet. The doorbell rang. He was there with his freaking flowers and box of chocolate. And his smile. Proud of himself, that little fucker...

* * *

So here I am, in the shower, with two fingers up my ass and unable to resist teasing my clit with my other hand. I'm not sure what frightens me the most, his cock stretching and filling my virgin hole, or him deciding not to tick that box by fear of my reaction or what not. I get out of the shower and he's outside the bathroom, naked, waiting his turn to shower while I'm prepping my outfit. My eyes cross his gaze and that of his rock-hard cock pointed straight at me. Crap. Okay. He definitely ticked the box. And I hadn't foreseen that effect, but his dick is probably about 20% larger than usual. Yeah, I won't be able to walk straight tomorrow...Fuck. Yet, at the thought of getting fucked hard like I'm about to be, I feel slutty and, I'll be damned, somehow I don't hate it.

I find the menu filled out. Yeah, he ticked the box all right. Hell yeah. Fuck no. How stupid am I. Of course, he doesn't give a fuck about romantic lovemaking tonight (and neither do I), nor about exploring every surface of my apartment (and neither do I...despite the furtive idea deep in the recesses of my mind of my roommate joining us). So I'm gonna get fucked, and fucked hard. He didn't tick any boxes for the "appetizers", and instead wrote in the margin "wait for me on all fours, facing away from the door, with your fishnet stockings." He's cheating...Same for the dessert, no box ticked, just the words "Surprise me". Subtle-not-so-subtle hint that really reads "what I really want is to come all over your face but you didn't put that on the list so..." Okay, he's cheating AND pushing his luck, that little fucker.

* * *

When he comes back, the lights are dimmed, and there's music on, louder than strictly necessary (really just for form...my roommate is gonna hear us anyway....). And there's me, on the bed, facing away. On all fours, indecent, fishnet stockings and nothing else. My whole body is shaking, my back already sweaty and my pussy already dripping my juices all over my thighs. I heard him come in, but I don't know what the hell he's waiting for. I guess he's taking his time enjoying the nice view I'm giving him. *Click* He's taking a picture of me, that little fucker! Before I have time to react, he's behind me and I have his tongue in my ass. Fuck! His tongue spinning all around my hole, his spit flowing, covering my backdoor and my pussy alike, evaporating, it's both hot and cool at the same time, I'm loving it. I push back so he can lick me deeper, so he can't breathe, his face smothered by my beautiful, round ass cheeks. He grips my hips with both hands to come in even closer. Makes my cunt even wetter if that's even possible. He notices that because he goes down further to taste it, digging his tongue in me before teasing my clit that's almost vibrating. That's alarm ringing to say it's time that I come. He shoves two fingers in my pussy, and two more in my ass. Yeah, that'll do it. I was way too horny to last more than a couple minutes. I fly away, he holds me back, doesn't let me go. I pitch under the assaults of his tongue and his fingers drilling me. I can't stop coming, I tremble, my knees go weak and fail me. He follows me in my fall forward, always. Fuck!

He gives me no respite. That's his right, it's his gift after all. I'm still breathless when he gives me his cock, all of it, in one motion, as deep as it'll go. I feel the shock bouncing back in my ovaries. Holy fuck that's hard. He wastes no time, I'm on my stomach with him on my back crushing me with all his weight and fucking me with all his might. The echo of my orgasm is still there teasing me, and he plays with it. I can feel the wave rising again, and I can't help it, it's too unbelievably good. How he does it, I have no clue, but I'm not complaining. He takes a break merely long enough to drag me back on my knees and here we go again, fucking me doggy-style, making me his bitch.

His big cock is hitting deep, knocking hard on my cervix. It hurts so bad that it makes my entire body shiver in pleasure. He asks me if I like getting fucked that hard. Like he doesn't know...of course he knows it, but he also knows just how much it turns me on to hear him dirty talk me at the same time as I feel his balls hitting my clit and his groin smacking against my butt. I feel the sudden, delicious sting of his hand on my left cheek. That too, he knows I love way too much. It makes me scream between two moans. Hello roommate! Sweet revenge! Ouch. That second slap was harder than usual. I feel the blood rushing back into the imprint of his hand, long after the fingers are gone. That'll be a sight to see...But the heat radiating on my right cheek grows and meets the heat radiating from my twitching pussy, and together they invade my stomach, my chest, my hips. Hips that he grabs suddenly to pull me even harder into him, as my head drops to the mattress and my breasts press against the sheets, my nipples rubbing against the soft fabric. Holy fuck it's good. I turn my head and realize my wardrobe is open, and the mirror in its door is just at the right angle for me to see our wild union in all its sexy glory. His body's fucking perfect. Mine, strangely, turns me on almost as much. I see myself like that, ass up in the air, back arched, with my fishnet stockings, being fucked like a whore by my man...I feel slutty and, I'll be damned, somehow I don't hate it. He must be reading my mind because right then he grabs me by my hair and pulls my head back hard, and finds a way to drill my pussy even deeper, faster, harder. I can feel every inch of his red-hot, rock-hard cock pounding its way in and out of me. I can't hold it in and shriek. Fuck it. If the police come, well, then I'll just have to take care of them too. It's when I feel another blow of his free hand on my already reddened ass that the wave surges and carries me away. I scream at the top of my lungs, but somehow manage to hear my roommate laughing next door as I come.

* * *

I'm laying on my back, a hot mess, spread like a star across the bed, my head half fallen off the edge of the mattress. So intense...He's kind; this time I get to catch a breath. He even went to fetch me a glass of water. He comes back, I chug down the icy water and let myself fall back again. And notice that he's still just as hard, right there in front of me. I open my mouth and sloppily swallow his cock. He moans, and I savor the warmth of his sex against my tongue and cheeks chilled by the water. I let my head fall completely off the edge. The perfect angle. I grab his cute butt and push him so that his manhood slides all the way in. It's pretty fucking awesome to not have a gag reflex, I can take him without limits. I start singing so that the vibrations tickle the head of his cock lodged deep inside my throat. Right now, I'd love nothing more than for his cock to explode and shoot its load so far down my throat that I wouldn't even have to swallow. I keep him there, nice and warm. He's enjoying it but I can tell he wants to take control again. He starts moving, slowly at first, in small motions, but faster and faster and pulling out more and more every time while always pushing all the way in. I need to concentrate to breathe through my nose and time my breathing with the short moments where his big column of flesh isn't plugging my throat completely. Soon he's fucking my throat like it's my pussy, with long full strokes, hard, balls-deep and without restraint. It turns me on so fucking much, and I can't resist grabbing my breasts and kneading them before sliding a hand down between my thighs. He laughs. Little fucker.

He finally pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed. I know what he wants. I get down on my knees between his spread legs. Yes! No more freaking 5-button trousers in the way. I grab his full, heavy balls with one hand, gently squeezing around them with my index and thumb, and grazing the skin lightly with my nails. I add the other hand and jerk him off at the same time as I deepthroat him.

-Make it real messy, real slippery, he says. 'Cause you know where it's going next.

In my head, lightning bolt of desire mixed with fear; in my stomach, giant wave of heat. Oh really, he wants it messy? I stop holding back and swallowing my spit and let it flow freely as I blow his cock. It's dripping everywhere, on my hands, on my breasts and on the floor; down his shaft, onto his balls and even between his ass cheeks. Which gives me ideas, but that'll be for another time...I make myself alternatively slutty, and teasy when I stop sucking and just slowly lick his shaft from balls to tip while keeping eye contact the whole time. He's having none of that and grabs me by the back of my head to force me back down on his dick. I resist a bit, just for fun, then yield. His cock is back where it belongs, balls-deep down my throat. Yum. He keeps me there, I start choking, but he keeps the pressure on. I'm seeing stars when he finally lets me pull back and catch my breath. I jerk him and admire his monumental dick. An idea suddenly comes to me, I lock eyes with him with my sluttiest look, and I spit onto his cock to make it even wetter. I always found that too trashy in videos, as did he, but somehow right now it felt right. Maybe not the best idea though, because that just makes him snap and completely lose it. He suddenly pulls me back up and throws me onto the bed, on my back, grabs my ankles with one hand to pull up my legs, grabbing his cock with his free hand.

Holy...fucking...fuck. No time to even be afraid or tense up, he's there, deep inside my ass for the first time. I can feel his balls pressed between my cheeks. He has the kindness to give me a couple seconds to recover from my surprise. It doesn't take me more than those two seconds to realize that not only am I not in pain, but this is by far the most intense sensation I've ever, ever felt. He hasn't even started moving again and I'm already a hair away from coming. He sees on my face that I am loving it, raises an eyebrow and smiles, his eyes telling me "I told you I'd fuck your ass. And you love it too. I win". Sly little fucker. He grabs my ankles, pulls my legs wide open and starts moving in and out. My ass is tight, I can feel it gripping every inch of his dick, feel every ridge and every vein, in a way that I've never felt when getting my pussy fucked. It's just insanely good. I can see my stomach bulging out where the tip of his dick pokes, it makes me laugh. I also can see my cunt, wide open, my juices drooling all over my ass and his cock, and I feel sexy as hell. Another idea occurs to me. I reach down with my hand and I slide three fingers inside my gaping pussy, my palm against my clit. Oh yeah. Good life choices. I feel myself drift away again, and as my ass tightens, I feel him more that much more vividly, which makes me come that much harder, in a circle that seems to never want to end, until it grows to become unbearable and I pass out briefly.