Chapter 4

The moment Geoff pulled into my driveway, he stared at me with a stern expression. My entire body vibrated with lust, and the thought of him being domineering with me made my cunt gush.

“Take off your top,” he commanded.

I’d asked him to treat me like his fuck toy, so I gladly did as he commanded. Other cars rolled down the street, and the thought that they might see me undressing made my nipples so hard that they tingled. As soon as my tits were exposed, my date shot me an impassioned smile, lust dancing over his features, and he reached out and tugged on my nipple.

“Harder! Treat me like a whore.”

Smiling, Geoff obeyed my pleas and ravaged my breasts. His hands worked magic on my flesh, making me pant. His sexual pawing set my flesh on fire, an orgasm building in my core from nipple-play, alone. Far too soon, his hand left my body. My sexy date picked up my discarded top, and he unlaced it. Smiling evilly, he held the laces aloft.

“Arms forward, hands together.”

My entire body trembled with lust. I thrust my arms forward, wrists touching. A horny glint in his eye, Geoff expertly bound my wrists in front of my body. Feelings of sexual helplessness consumed my mind. I became his bound captive, “forced” to do his perverted bidding.

“Please, promise me you’re going to use me,” I whined. “Be nasty and make me your whore.”

“I’ll do more than that,” he laughed.

My new boyfriend shot me an impish wink and reached out with one hand and grabbed my skirt. With a fluid show of strength, he tore the fabric from my body, leaving me nude in his car. I heard the fabric rip.

“Don’t worry,” he soothed. “I’ll buy you another one.”

With that, he rolled down his window and threw my mutilated clothes on the ground.

“I know your game,” he accused.

His sexy tone made my slit drip volcanic honey, my body shuddering at the charismatic command in his aura.

“Oh you think that you know ... oh, fucking fuck.”

His fingers shot to my velvety folds, the lubrication of my multiple orgasms and arousal allowing two of his fingers to thrust all the way inside. His hands played my pleasure centers, thrusting gently into my sodden pussy while he expertly strummed my clit.

“You get off on pushing your limits, always wanting to get wilder and crazier. Your kink is going insane.”

As he spoke, his hand quickly lifted me to the brink of orgasm. Geoff knew this. I could see it in his eyes. Instead of making me cum, his speed and intensity tapered, holding me at the brink of orgasm.

I could barely talk, only managing to say, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes.” Moans escaped my mouth, my body convulsing.

“But what really makes you hot is knowing that others get off on how much a slut you are. You’re not just a whore; you’re an attention whore. You love it, don’t you, you slut?”

“Yes, I love it. Oooh, mmm, aaah. Oh, fuck,” was all I could manage.

“Admit that you’re a dirty slut who gets off on being wanted, and I’ll let you beg to cum.”

My teeth bit on my lip, primal growls emitting from my throat. Lusty sweat broke out over my flesh, and my legs heaved along with my aching tits.

“It’s true! I’m a fucking dirty whore who needs everyone to fucking want to fuck me. I need it; I want it. I get off knowing how horny I make everyone. I crave it. Please, can I fucking cum.”

His fingers played a sonata on my clit, others thrusting inside me. Speed and pressure increased, making my sensitive nub vibrate to the fast pace of my thundering pulse.

Looking me in the eyes, Geoff withdrew his hand from my dripping pussy. I felt my juices dripping out of me, soaking the car’s seat. His other hand quickly attacked my needy hole, but that time, one of his fingers penetrated my overheating ass, as well as pounding my cunt.

Geoff’s other hand, dripping my nectar, roughly grabbed my face. He gently forced my face to stare at his. My hot fluids drippied down my cheeks.

“Open,” he commanded.

I eagerly opened my mouth, my jaw stretching as wide as I could muster. I thought that he was going to force my mouth over his still-hard cock, but instead, his cum-sodden hand left my face, and he plunged his soaked fingers into my mouth. I eagerly sucked my sexual sweetness from his digits, moaning.

Geoff’s voice held dominating command and sexiness “If you’re as big of a nasty, dirty slut as you claim, cum for me, Amber.”

I’ve fucked an endless parade of lovers in my life, both men and women. Some of them were talented and adept, others, definitely not. I enjoyed each one of them. My boyfriend, however, not only knew and accepted my kinks and burning need to be the sexual center of attention, he was a sexual maestro.

As he told me to cum, something in Geoff’s manipulations of my urgent sex changed and shoved me over the edge. When he said, “Cum for me, Amber,” his hand thrust into my mouth, simulating oral, and the one fucking my holes and rubbing my clit slammed into my pleasure centers. Even if I had wanted to resist, mastery over my body was no longer mine. Geoff forced me to orgasm harder and longer than I had in a very long time.

My entire body collapsed, no longer strong enough to hold me upright. My legs shuddered in convulsions as my arms flailed about, making the laces binding my hands together cut into my flesh. I was so turned on that the pain forced my mind-melting cum to greater heights. I couldn’t speak, only wail in pleasure as I flopped around. My orgasm was so intense that my writhing made his SUV rock.

I ended up lying on the seat, my head in his lap. His hard cock pressed against my cheek, and I smiled, mewling in a satisfied post-orgasmic glow.

“Good girl,” Geoff told me.

I laughed, meekly getting up to my knees. “I’m not your good girl,” I playfully retorted. Raw passion crossed over my features. My boyfriend knew how to make me need more and more, and I loved it. My tongue snaked out, licking the residual vestiges of my nectar from my lips. “I’m your dirty whore.”

I noted his amused grin but ignored it and plunged my mouth over his hardness. I forced my head as far down the shaft as I could. I can easily deep-throat most men, but his girth, alone, made that impossible. The fact that he was also very long prevented me from getting my lips down to his balls. The length and girth combined only made me need his hard cock all the more.

No longer taking my time and teasing his beautiful cock like I did on the ride over, I pounded my mouth up and down, sucking as hard as I could while my tongue whirled around the head and shaft. I’d earned his cum, and determination to feel it shoot down my throat filled me.

“Huh? Why’d you pull my head away? Give me your cum! I’ll do anything. Don’t you want to shoot your jizz down my throa?.” I paused and smiled. “I know. You want to cum all over my face, don’t you? I love that!”

Geoff chuckled. “Maybe, later,” he said, stunning me.

To my dismay, he forced me up and tenderly held my head. My lips parted on instinct, and we kissed. It was a torrid, sexual one that reignited my passion. Always dripping horny and ready to fuck, suck, or tease, I savored the effect Geoff had on me. For three dates, he’d fanned the flames of my passion, and I hoped that the payoff would be worth my while. He exceeded my wildest dreams.

I reached out with my bound hands, trying to stroke his cock, but my date broke our kiss and opened his door. His impressive cock still out, he walked to the passenger side and opened the door. I quickly turned to face him, smiling. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me out of his car. Geoff’s touches showed me manly strength, but his grip was gentle and comforting. I giggled when he tied the laces around his cock, binding me to that huge hunk of flesh I was so eager to stuff inside my aching hole.

Geoff reached into the car and pulled out the bag of booze, one of his feet kicking the door closed. Wanting to show him that I willingly participated, I dropped to me knees in my front lawn and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Even though my hands were tied around the fleshy spear, there was plenty of cock left for me to suck on.

“Still want to hear all my slutty adventures?” I asked, my mouth returning to service. Feeling inspired and wanting to know, I looked up again.

“More than you could imagine. I get off on watching as much as you do showing off, and one of my kinks is sexy women’s dirty confessions, especially when they turn her on.”

I briefly contemplated asking him to marry me, right then and there. Instead, I asked. “Do you want me to walk inside or crawl? I look good on my hands and knees, especially if you like sexy asses.”

Geoff only growled. Instead of answering, he picked me up, using only one arm, and slung me over his shoulder. Balancing me as if I were weightless, he held me in place, his hand playing in my wetness as he walked.

“The lock and alarm code is 696977,” I moaned.

“77?”

“Like another sixty-nine, except you get eight more.” I paused. “Ate more! Get it?”

His had left my smoldering butt and spanked me. I moaned at the slap, feeling my juices drench his shirt. “You’re the one who’s going to get it.”

“Please, please, please.”

Inside, he gently lowered me to my feet and untied me.

“You get comfy, as in get those fucking pants off, and I’ll mix us some drinks. Want some edibles, now?”

“I have to warn you,” he guffawed. “If you get me stoned, I’ll get so horny that you won’t get a single second of sleep. I’ll want to fuck you all night long.”

“Then, I’ll get you a lot of them.”

I trotted into my kitchen, hoping he wasn’t put off by the multitude of games that occupied the shelves lining my living room. Sex toys of every type and size, some of them modeled after science fiction and fantasy items, sat between my games and novels.

I quickly poured some tequila shooters and rum and colas, grabbed a fresh bag of aphrodisiac edibles, and strutted back out. Geoff’s pants were neatly folded on an end table, his shirt on top of them. I sat beside him, dripping with anticipation. To my joyous shock, he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. Other than us being nude and my body drenched with the heat of passion, it was a romantic moment.

“Oh you big softie,” I smiled. My hand grabbed his cock. “Really big.”

“Nice place,” he observed, looking around.

Up to that point, Geoff had only gone as far as the front stoop, never entering.

“I gave you the code, so you can come by any time you want and fuck me.”

“What if you’re with somebody else?”

“Then you can watch or join in, if you want. I’d cum my brains out if you caught me being a slut and joined.”

We clinked glasses and fed one another edibles. For a short while, we conversed about our mutually shared hobbies, gaming, computers, and other things. My hand never strayed from his cock, and my free hand dipped into my wet treasure box more than once. I moistened the rim of his glass with my liquid heat, sometimes licking my fingers clean.

“What do you want to know, first?” I finally asked.

“Um,” he teased, running his fingers through that pussy-drenching hair of his. “Your love of exhibitionism.”

“Oh,” I mused, leaning back and spreading my legs. “Wait a second.”

I sprung up and ran to one of my toy boxes. I pulled out a firm, slender tentacle dildo. I liked the way the suction cups caressed the walls of my pussy when I fucked myself with it. I sat and drained my drink, smiling in horny abandon.

“That would be Dave’s and his son, Danny’s fault.” I paused. “Now, remember, I told you total and complete honesty. This is a bit too taboo for some guys.”

Geoff nodded, sipping his drink. “No problems. And, like you said, if it’s too much for me—which I doubt—I’ll walk. No drama, no worries.”

“You don’t walk until you fuck me with that huge cock of yours, mister!” I paused, enjoying his impish chuckle. “Well, Dave was kind of my stepfather, which made Dan a sort of step brother.”

“You and your sort ofs. Tell me.”

“My real dad was in the military and died when I was a baby—nothing dramatic, just a training accident or something. Mom was always pretty wild, and objectively hot, so there was always a rotating menu of men in our lives, mostly hers. Women, too. Now yo know where I get my libido from.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” His hand caressed my bare leg, sending electric jolts of arousal all over my body. “Not having a father must have been difficult.”

“It’s cool,” I admitted. “Well, when I a senior in high school, she started dating Dave. He was awesome and never tried to be my father. Luckily, it worked out, although they never married, hence the sort of. The night of my eighteenth birthday, Dave and mom sat me down before cake and presents and asked me if it was cool if he moved in.”

“Good for them.”

“Good for us! He was super-cool, and I really liked him. Plus, Dave was super fucking hot, not to mention sweet. Just looking at the man made my cunt gush. He was a fucking horn-dog, though. They got into partying it up, always sharing, and swinging, all sorts of kinks. Mom was a dirty-talking screamer, so you have her to thank for me inheriting her dirty mouth.”

“I’ll send the woman a thank you card.”

I play-punched him. “Shut up! Well, I was a legal adult and figuring out what I liked, sexually. As you know, it’s pretty much all of it. I dressed like a slutty whore around Dave all the time. He’d try to play it cool, but I’d make him so hard. It turned me on so much that I’d tease him endlessly, then masturbate for hours on end. I always made sure to make lots of noise. I knew he listened, and I fantasized about him stroking himself to me.”

“You, my dear, are a cruel and sadistic tease. I like that.”

“Oh, it gets worse,” I replied.

I smiled broadly, moaning as I ran the bulbous shaft of my dildo over my soaked pussy. The texture hit all the right nerves, and my body shivered.

“So, I got use to wearing see-through tops and short shorts, miniskirts, things like that. Since I had to do my own laundry, which I loathe, I stopped wearing bras and panties. That just made him drool all the more. After a few weeks, there wasn’t a single night that I didn’t make him hard for me.”

“You are a dirty slut,” Geoff smiled, standing up.

“Where are you going?” My mood crashed. “Offended?”

He shook his head to the negative and pointed at the cock. “Exact opposite. Your drink is empty, unless you don’t want another one.”

“Oh.” I giggled, then moaned as I thrust the fantasy dildo deep inside my pussy. My wetness flowed so much that it made squelching sounds as I fucked myself. “I’m sorry. I get so fucking horny thinking about it.”

He nodded. “You definitely didn’t lie. Just thinking about sex makes you want it.”

“Hurry back.”

He did.

I continued. “For about a month, things went on that way.” I grabbed the tentacle toy with both hands, violently cramming it into my aching snatch. “I looked forward to teasing him. When I woke up, I’d finger myself thinking about how I was going to tease him. Then two things happened.” I paused, moaning. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good. Stroke your cock to me. Show me how hot I make you.”