“Don’t you talk to me that way you little sassy bitch”, I told her. She was pissed because I saw one of my ex-girlfriends at the grocery store and did a double take when I saw her. She looked hot, what can I say. She wasn’t as hot as my current girlfriend, Michele, though. As pissed off as Michele was, I wasn’t ready to release the tension in our little spat. I could ease the jealous thoughts raging through her mind by telling her how gorgeous she is and how much I was in love with her. But I wouldn’t. At least… not yet. I had other things in mind.
While she was rambling on, spilling out all her jealous thoughts like a child without direction, I wandered back to our bedroom where I had some things hidden. I grabbed 4 pairs of handcuffs and a belt. I stuffed the handcuffs in my back pockets so they weren’t visible and coiled the belt up like I was ready to beat some ass. Then I headed back out to the living room where I heard all the drama coming from. I walked right up to her and grabbed her by the back of the head, getting a firm hold on most of her hair. “You want to know who I love. Do you? Well you’re about to find out the hard way sassy pants”, I said as I pulled her hair making her head look up into my eyes. I shoved her toward our kitchen bar. She fought me a little bit as I straight-armed her head and smacked her ass into submission. She was in a little bit of pain as she finally sat on the bar stool.
“Don’t make me use this belt to show you how much I love you. You won’t like it”, I growled in her ear, slowly, with a deep tone. Her body relaxed while she barked out, “I know you still want to fuck her”, she yelled. “You really think so”, I said. I held her body in place with my shoulder while I wrapped the belt around her waist. Confused, she struggled a bit. “Relax”, I said, “it’s just a belt and besides it looks sexy on you”. “Asshole”, she snarled. I quickly grabbed her hands, pulling them behind her back. I thrust my pelvis against her wrists and held them together with one hand while I got a pair of handcuffs out with the other hands. Before she could react she heard the rapid clicks of the handcuffs as they tightened quickly around her wrists. “What the fuck are you doing Drake”, she said as I pinned her against the counter. I got out another pair of cuffs and chained her hands to the belt. Another pair attached the belt to the bar stool over her left hip. Then again, I secured another pair of handcuffs on the right side. The handcuffs pulled the belt down into her flaring hips.
“I’m showing you how much I love you baby”, I whispered in her ear. “I only dream of you, I only want you, I only come home to you, I only love you”, I said rubbing the back of hair head where I had pulled her hair so hard. I grabbed a knife from the drawer. “Trust me”, I said. Now her eyes were wide open. I could see her throat undulate as she swallowed nervously. I gently cut off the blouse and bra that was hiding her gorgeous C-cup breasts. Michele was aging and in her 30’s but gravity has been very kind to her. Her tits curved out from the top of her chest all the way down to a very perky set of nipples. Large enough to create a small fold of skin at the bottom of her tits, but small enough that they stood up beautifully under their own weight. I moved on with the knife, cutting her skirt and underwear away. Her hips were released from the skirt that held them in place and flared out. They just barely hung over the sides of the bar stool. Her tiny mid section connected her irresistible hips to her perky tits.
I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her back a little so that her asshole was exposed hanging over the edge of the bar stool. I spread her butt cheeks so that her pussy lips were splayed open and her swelling clit was directly in contact with the leather of the bar stool. Michele won’t admit it, but I know she secretly loves it when I put her in her place and dominate her whiny episodes. I unzipped my jeans and sat on the counter in front of her. “You know how much I love you, now show me how much you love me you little sassy bitch”, I said to her with my cock staring her in the face. “Fuck you Drake”, she said. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved it down on my rigid cock. “Suck it bitch”, I barked. She opened her mouth and bit down on the middle of my shaft hard enough to leave teeth marks and get my attention. I pulled her hair, forcing her mouth off my cock. “You still have a jealous, sassy bitch, attitude I see”, I said. She laughed and smiled at me, knowing it would make me punish her more. “I have the perfect attitude adjustment for you, sassy bitch”, I told her.
I got up and shoved her face into the granite countertop. I licked my fingers, pulled my arm back and then whaled on her expose ass. I smacked it so hard; I left a perfect impression of my hand on her butt cheek. I could see juice from her pussy begin to wet the leather on the bar stool. I pulled my hand back again and landed another blast to her other ass cheek. This one was so hard; it looked like I left a fossil impression of my hand on her ass. “I’m going to hit you so hard you’re going to have a tattoo of my hand on your ass if you keep up your attitude, ya little feisty bitch”, I said in her ear. I stepped to the side of her where she could see my cock suspended out of the zipper in my jeans. I gathered up a wad of spit at my lips and let it fall down to my cock. It splashed off the head of my throbbing dick. “You’re about to find out how much ‘Asshole’ loves ‘Sassy Bitch’.
This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you”, I said like a cocky father to a child. I straight-armed her head with one hand while using the other hand to rub my saliva soaked cock gently on her puckered asshole. Her pussy juice was now dripping off the back of the bar stool. I spit on the top side of my shaft again and then rubbed the bottom side of my cock in the slippery wet stuff that she was secreting from her snatch. I pointed my cock at the opening of her brown star. With a swift thrust, I firmly popped the head of my dick in her ass, stopping at my shafts helmet just inside her ass. She groaned and arched her back in discomfort. I was taking my time, rubbing the head of my attitude adjusting dick just barely in and out of the muscle ring around her anus. I reached around to her firm breast. I rubbed gently around her nipple for a while with my cock hanging out of her ass by its head. I slowly wrapped my arm around her neck. Pulling her body back close to mine, I arched her back and began licking and sucking on her ears. She moaned in pleasure, almost forgetting about the massive swollen shaft that was about to teach her a lesson. I firmly slid my cock into her tight bung. She resisted with an automatic butt clinch as she felt my cock filling up her asshole. Deeper and deeper it slid in until my balls finally resisted against the cold steel ring on the bar stool that was supporting her leather seat.
I didn’t shove it in slow to go easy on her. I shoved it in slow because I loved the feeling of her tight anal ring hugging every millimeter of my pulsating cock as it slid in to her warm and dirty ass. I pulled it out just as slow, watching my shiny skin being revealed as my shaft oozed back out of her ass. Just when I could see the head of my dick I shoved it back in her ass, a little faster this time. Her stretched bung hole bent inward as my barely lubricated rod forced it’s way back in. I pulled it back out and then back in again, fucking her asshole at a slow regular pace now. I relished in the feeling of my balls touching the cold steel of the bar stool when I cock fully penetrated her sensitive ass. Her butt hole was flexing in and out as my cock made it’s way in and out, pushing the limits of her stretched cavity.
With each balls deep thrust into her, I was shoving her hips forward. Her pussy was soaked by this time and she was sliding back and forth across the leather seat each time I pounded her ass. Her clit was hard and erect. The weight of her body pressed her engorged clit against the leather bar stool seat as she slid back and forth from the impacts of my shank. Her anus was stretched out to the max but I could tell she loved being my little butt-whore. She loved her ass stuffed and the feelings it gave her clit while it was being shoved across the leather seat. There were so many sensory things going on with her body. She was moaning and could feel her orgasm building. “You love the cock in your ass, don’t you, sassy bitch”, I said to her while holding both hips and thrusting into her steadily. She just moaned and tried to move her cuffed hands around trying to get more comfortable.
I picked up the pace now. I was slamming my rock hard cock into her with authority. My balls were practically splashing in the sweet nectar that was running down the walls of her vagina, across the leather bar stool seat, and dripping on the floor. I could tell she wanted her pussy fucked so badly. My pace quickened even more. I was slamming my cock into her at a seemingly angry pace. Her hips were being bucked back and forth. Her clit was lunging back and forth like a piston on the bar stool seat. She could feel my dick stretching her rectum and putting pressure on the inside of her wet vagina from the thin membrane that separated the two.
Her clit was almost on fire as her orgasm continued to build. The belt securing her to the bar stool was digging in to her hips. Her nipples had hardened long ago and her tits were bouncing up and down with each pounding penetration. Her nipples were cold and begged to be sucked by a warm mouth as she took my cock repeatedly into her ass several times per second. The girth of my cock stretched her sphincter and her little slutty butthole began to loosen. She was my anal whore and I loved her like I’ve loved no other woman. With her ass loose, my cock was penetrating her without resistance. This was getting sloppy and I loved every minute of it.
She was moaning more and more, just on the edge of exploding into an orgasm from the fire on her clit and the burning inside her moist snatch. I gripped her hips even harder, digging into her flesh. I was pulling her onto my cock so hard the bar stool was rocking back and forth. “Don’t stop you prick. Keep fucking my ass”, she said on the edge of her happy ending. She was so close. Moaning uncontrollably, she was right there on the edge. Her pussy was about to explode in uncontrollable pulsating contractions. Just when she thought her clit had enough to push her over the edge, my cock exploded into her decadent ass. I pumped wave after wave of hot sticky cum from my balls into her warm and abused asshole. “Ugh, you asshole”, she said, “I was just about to come, fuck me, keep fucking my ass”. My balls felt so good resting against the cold wet steel of the bar stool as they discharged their load. Chills and muscle spasms went through my body in waves and my knees got weak for a moment. I had a couple more squirts just before my pulsating cock began to relax. My warm cum began to ooze out of her ass around the sides of my dick and down the center of my balls.
Exhausted and very pleased, I stepped back and let my cock fall out of her gaping asshole. I sarcastically said to her, “Honey bunny… I’m going out with a couple friends for a while. I’ll come back to check on you in a couple hours to see if you still have your sassy bitch attitude”. Pissed off because she didn’t cum yet, she was thrusting her hips in an attempt to rub her clit on the seat and get off. She had a hard time rubbing her pussy across the seat of the bar stool due to the restraints. It just didn’t have the same effect without my cock pounding on her asshole and shoving her hips back and forth. I stood, marveling at my accomplishment for a moment. I watched my semen dripping out of her ass like syrup onto the floor. She looked like such a whore sitting there and that was so sexy. I walked away, chuckling as I heard her mumbling profanities at me and bucking her hips.
And, there my annoying butt-whore sat. “See you in 2 hours babe. Kiss kiss honey”, I teased.