Chapter 6: The rough and tumble
Jay sat at the island like a five-year-old awaiting his treat. Now, bare ass on the leather stool he waits for Liz to finish up making the lunch meat sandwiches.
No more than ten minutes ago, Jay had blown the load of the century - maybe even this lifetime. He was still rattled in the aftermath, head flung back, eyes rolling into the back of his skull, mouth agape with a silent ecstatic scream still echoing in his head.
His obliques still ached from grasping for life as his body convulsed with pleasure.
But here now in the kitchen, he swung his legs like a child , aroused in anticipation for his lunchtime treat. "Babe!" He called out while peering over the counter, "What's taking you so friggin' long in there?"
Liz finished the sandwiches and dramatically placed them on the counter, "Here you go, big boy. I had to make sure I cut them at the perfect angle for you."
Jay's pupils dilated, staring at the perfect triangular shapes, the crusts expertly trimmed off. He ungracefully snatched the sandwich off the counter, his fingers touching hers as he did so. They exchanged a naughty smirk, knowing full well they would pick up where they left off after lunch.
As Jay took a bite of the sandwich, a moan escaped his lips. "Fuck, this is amazing, babe. You're amazing."
Liz smirked, her confidence skyrocketing.
"I've got to make sure my man is fed and happy, before he gives me what I really want," she said with a knowing smile.
Jay knew it meant sex, however he held a certain amount of hesitation at the idea of what Liz had in mind.
Jay asked, with almost concerning sincerity, "Liz, can I ask you a question?"
Liz misread his tone, playfully responding, "Sure thing, big boy. What do you want to know? How I can give such mind-blowing head? Or how I'm so damn good at riding your cock?" Liz giggled at her lewd remark, but was met with silence. "Jay? You okay?" Liz asked, becoming slightly concerned.
Jay, still with that same unsettling sincerity, asked, "you said you wanted me to just take you roughly, right? Like, you really wanted me to raw-dog it hard and rough?"
Liz felt her cheeks flush at the bluntness, but she nodded anyway. "Yes, that's what I want. I want you to lose all control and just take me, just fuck me like a filthy, dirty slut."
But Jay kept staring at her, still with that same intensity, "Why? Why do you want me to do that to you?"
She hadn't expected him to ask why, she hadn't expected him to question her.
"it's a long story, baby," she replied, "do you remember my roommates in college? The ones I lived with during my senior year?"
Jay nodded, vaguely remembering Liz's stories about her roommates Amanda and and Sarah.
"Yeah, those two," Liz said, her voice taking on a nostalgic tone. "We used talk about everything: classes, homework, who we thought was hot, who we thought was a freak in the sheets, who we thought had the biggest dick. We were all young, stupid, and horny, you know?"
Jay nodded, but remained silent, encouraging her to continue with his eyes as he leaned in closer, listening intently.
"I was a little more reserved compared to them, but eventually we got to the point where we shared every salacious detail about ourselves. One night we all got absolutely plastered, and we stumbled into sharing past experiences with partners, what we liked, what we didn't like, what made us tick."
Jay could see her getting lost in the story, her hands gripping the edge of the counter tightly as she continued.
"I was so vanilla then; I told them about my at the time boyfriend, who barely knew where my clit was. I told them about his middling cock size, his uninspired thrusting, the uninspired sex positions he put me in. But Jay, the stories they told me... Oh my God, holy fuck , their stories were unbelievable to me at the time," she continued to say. Her hands gripped the counter so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her voice growing increasingly hushed and impassioned as she recounted that night. Jay leaned in even closer, now on the edge of his stool, fully absorbed by her words.
Liz let the memories wash over her, reliving that night with her roommates as if it were yesterday.
"Amanda had a long term boyfriend, a frat guy who was a couple of years older than us. She said he had the smallest cock she'd ever seen, but apparently he made up for it by being absolutely relentless in the sack. Hands, fingers , lips, tongue, toys – he used all of them to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body. Every little inch of her was explored, touched, teased, licked, kissed, and even bitten. And he always had a surprise up his sleeve. And she loved it. She said it was the best sex she'd ever had." Liz had a hunger in her eyes as she spoke, a hunger that Jay found both exhilarating and intimidating. Liz's nipples had hardened into stiff peaks, and her bare breasts heaved with each heavy breath she took as shecontinued her story.
"And then there was Sarah . God, Sarah..." Liz's voice dropped even lower, and her eyes shone with a mixture of lust and nostalgia. "She was a self proclaimed slut. And I don't mean she fucked a lot of people, I mean she took charge of her sexuality in a way I never had before. Amanda and I looked at her in shock as she told us this. 'Slut, really?' We asked incredulously. She just laughed and said 'Yeah, I am. I embrace my sexuality, I love sex and I love the power it gives me.' She told us that she would take charge, always on top, always in control. She would ride her partners hard and put them away wet. She would use dirty talk, toys, and all kinds of tricks to get her partners off, but only after she came multiple times." Liz paused for a moment, licking her lips.
Her eyes were glazed over with lust and memory. "She told us about her newest hook-up, a guy she met at a party. She was drunk and horny and he was hot as fuck. When she brought him back to her dorm room, they were kissing and groping each other before the door even closed behind them. According to Sarah, his cock was absolutely enormous – the biggest she had ever seen, and she was a whore who had seen – and fucked – a lot." Liz began to tremble as she told Jay this story, her mind lost in the filth of Sarah's words – and actions.
"Normally she would have been the one in control, setting the pace, pushing herself down on him, grinding her hips. But this time, she physically couldn't. She had always been a size queen, she said, but apparently he was a monster. She said it was the first time she had felt like she might not be able to take a man 's cock, a fact that both thrilled and frightened her. Sarah was not a woman who was intimidated, but this one had her nervous. However, Sarah was not one to shy away from a challenge. So Sarah, our little slut, was not going to stop now. No, Sarah was going to take it like a fucking champion, and she was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it. Sarah was ready to go down in the annals of history as the woman who tamed the beast. She started with the basics, as she always did, kissing him, grinding her hips against his, feeling his enormous cock grinding back against her. Sarah said it poked her bellybutton and grinded against her abs as they kissed . He kissed her back hungrily, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her tits, her ass, her shoulders." Liz recounted Sarah's story with a hint of envy in her voice.
Envy that Jay picked up on, but he didn't speak. He just listened.
Liz continued, " Sarah’s eyes lit up as she described how he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto all fours. And she felt her pussy practically drip at the sensation of his cock pressing against her pussy. But do you know the real kicker?" Her eyes lit up as she continued. "Sarah said that he didn't give her the jackrabbit routine like some boys do, the ones who just go at it like they're in a running race. No, he grabbed her hips and started, at least as Sarah recalled, extremely slow.
He didn't rush, didn't jam it in all at once. No, he took his time, inch by agonizing inch, letting her feel every ridge, every vein, every fucking inch of him. It was splitting
her in two, tearing her apart. And the worst part was, she fucking loved it. She loved the sensation of being so utterly and completely filled, of feeling like she was being impaled on his cock. The pain of having her pussy relentlessly stretched to its limit was eclipsed by the overwhelming pleasure," Liz retold Sarah's story with glazed eyes. "The sheer lack of control. The feeling of her and her partner's sweat dripping down her body as she writhed beneath him. The sound of her own screams of pleasure echoing through her bedroom. And the best part, Sarah said, was the way he would hold her hips completely still, and just start slowly taking exactly what he wanted without caring what she thought about it. He didn't just fuck her, no, he took her, and he did so exactly how he wanted. And she let him. She wanted him to. She fucking begged for it at times."
Liz's voice dropped to a near whisper, "She said it felt like she was being taken apart from the inside out, and it hurt so fucking good. She could feel every fucking inch of him inside her, stretching her wider than she'd ever been stretched before. And all this time he didn't fuck fast. He went slow enough to make sure he didn't hurt her while fucking her so thoroughly she cried like a baby. She said he fucked her so good, he made her brain melt. His hands gripped her hips so tightly. He was able to fuck her at just the right angle to hit that perfect spot inside her that made her see stars." The hint of envy was now a full-blown inferno in her eyes, and her voice was breathy and heated. "She said he took her to the point of madness, and she swore she felt like the walls of her vagina were being rebuilt on his cock. She was a purring kitten as he fucked at a walking pace," Liz's face flushed pink, and she said, "then, she told us what happened next."
Jay leaned silently, as if a plot twist had just happened on a soap opera that he was addicted to.
He could see Liz's nipples stiffen in her arousal from the story she told, and could feel her hot breath on his face as she continued. "She told us about how hard she came, how her pussy milked him like a goddamn orgasm machine. She said she squirted for the first time
ever, and it was like a fucking fountain, drenching both of them. But he didn’t slow down, didn’t ease up even for a second. He kept on fucking her, kept on taking what he wanted, kept on giving her everything she needed. And she came again, and again, and again. She lost count of how many times she came, she lost track of time, she lost track of everything except the feeling of his cock inside her, stretching her, filling her, destroying her. All while fucking slowly. He wasn’t trying to break a speed limit, he was setting a fucking pace. He didn’t just take, he owned. He owned her body, her pleasure, her soul. He owned her orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. She was a quivering, whimpering mess underneath him. She could barely even push herself up off the bed. He stopped and got off of her, giving her pussy a final, lingering kiss before he did so.
He stood there, naked and proud, his cock hard and bobbing as he looked down at her limp form across the bed. They had been going at it for hours: kissing, groping, sucking, fucking. She looked worn out, but he could take more. But Sarah said he didn't take more, he didn't demand more. He seemed to have a sixth sense. He knew Sarah, he knew she had reached her limit, her body was trembling with exhaustion, her voice hoarse from screaming, her body drenched in sweat and seemed to have already given him enough of her fucking soul. He knew she was the best she could be for him now. So he just got dressed and returned to whatever, wherever party he had come from." Liz's voice was getting hoarse from how passionate she was getting in her recounting of Sarah's filthy tale.
Jay's mind was fully aroused now, but his body was still holding back. This whole story hadn't yet answered why Liz wanted to be taken like this, but it certainly had him aroused. Jay tried to move the conversation forward, "and? That's a very steamy story, but the narrative has gone off the rails a bit. Why do you want me to take you like Sarah was taken?" Jay asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to keep the hunger out of his voice.
Liz didn't miss a beat, wistfully continuing to tell her story.
"well, about now that night in our dorm is when we opened a second bottle of wine, and I started to get really drunk. We were all giddy from the stories. And I guess we were all really horny, so the conversation turned to us sharing our fantasies," Liz explained, her voice a husky whisper. "Sarah said that her fantasy was doing a threesome with just women. Previously she'd been with just one woman at a time, at a time. But she really liked the idea of sucking one woman's tits while another was eating out her pussy. I was blushing hard and couldn't even look her in the eye. I could swear that my ears were steaming from the heat of shame. I felt like I had just been let in on a secret society of real women, not the sort I had been surrounded by in my conservative upbringing." Even now Liz's heart pounded in her chest and she could feel that her nipples were as hard as they had been that day of the dorm room confession.
"It was Amanda's turn to share her fantasy. And she didn't even hesitate. She said she wanted to be taken outdoors - consensually of course - on the beach, or in a secluded spot in the woods. She said the idea of being caught or better yet, having someone watch her being ravaged by her boyfriend, turned her on so much she could hardly stand it. She wanted to be fucked in the open, where the wind could blow away her screams while the sunshine warmed her naked body. Making love under the stars would be so sensually different, and she wanted to do it from her very first chance. She didn't need to be sexually dominated when she did - she wanted the experience to be the same as she would have in the bedroom, but the outdoors would make it all the more intense. The wilderness and the night air would just heighten her senses, making her even more aroused. The wind would caress her skin, the sounds of nature would amplify her gasps and moans, the stars would shine down upon her while she was taken. She told us that she wanted to feel truly wild and free, and that this was how she would do it. Then the third bottle of wine opened up and then there was me, the last virgin in the midst of would be nymphomaniacs."
Liz hung her head in mock shame. She looked up at him. Jay just stared at her, trying to read her, trying to figure her out and then he saw the lust in her eyes. Jay's heart rate had accelerated to a gallop. Jay's hips twitched causing his leather stool to squeak. He was on the edge of his seat awaiting Liz’s fantasy.
Liz's voice dropped to a near whisper, "I could feel the heat of their gaze on me and I could feel my own cheeks burn in shame. I was so insecure and feeling so inexperienced, then I was hit with the reality that it was my turn. I was so embarrassed to admit that I didn't have fantasies."
Jay's heart panged for old Liz, but the pangs didn't slow down the story.
"the moment I told them that, it was like I had insulted a sacred rite, like I had spit on their holy grail. They were stunned. But they were so kind, they instantly set about trying to help me discover a sexual fantasy. We were all pretty well drunk and horny out of our minds at that point.
Liz continued. “Sarah and Amanda were eager to help me discover my inner slut. They were so encouraging. I told them that I wanted to cum so hard my brain exploded. They liked that idea and helped me elaborate. They encouraged me, asking me questions like, 'Who is making you cum so hard?' and 'how much control do want them to have over your body?' and 'Where are you?' and 'How many orgasms do you want to have before you pass out?' and my personal favorite, 'What do you want them to do to you while you're passed out?'
The words moved through my mind like a kinky merry go round. I was already so drunk, but the wine seemed to stop hitting my stomach and started hitting my brain right away. My inhibitions, or the remaining shreds of them, went out the window. I could feel their eyes on me, hungry and encouraging. I knew they wanted me to get fucking filthy, and I wasn’t going to disappoint them. The room was hot and sweaty and full of the sounds of the three of us panting. I could hear the other girls’ breathing, erratic and heavy, their nipples hard and jiggling as they leaned over the coffee table. They were all waiting for me to start."
As was Jay, waiting for Liz to continue. And Liz's mouth felt dry, the words seemed to have stuck to her tongue.
She was getting into the memory of the moment. "Sarah, with her usual bluntness, said, 'come on, bitch, we ain't got all night. Spit it out, what's your fantasy?' It felt like I was standing naked in front of them, my breasts heaving, my nipples hard like rocks. My pussy throbbed with anticipation and shame. It was like the heat of the room was burning through me and the wine had set my blood on fire. I took a deep breath, and I started to speak, my voice barely a whisper at first. I basically described how we, you and me, now have sex. How we each cum in turns, back and forth, how we know each other so well that sometimes the other one comes so hard it feels like a fucking bomb went off" Liz's voice had never shook before, but her voice shook as she thought about how she was going to tell Jay the rest of the story.
"But Amanda stopped me mid sentence. 'Nah, Liz, no. That ain't no fantasy, every couple cum together and we are not here to just do the shit we already do. You gotta go deeper than that. Enough beating around the bush. If you can't take a bull by the horns, then you don't deserve to get fucked by one. Liz, we all want you to come to your fantasy. We are your safe space and the more you tell us, the more we can help you get there. So, spill it.' but Sarah lent me a lifeline, 'Liz, that's a fine starting point, but let's spice it up a little. Take control of the fantasy, make it yours. Let your imagination run a little more wild.' Sarah said, 'what I am saying is fuck the vanilla shit. Let's get real.'"
Liz said, her eyes locking with Jay’s and stalling. Jay's heart was pounding in his chest as he waited for Liz to speak.
"And with that encouragement, I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. My lips moved, but the words still would not come out. I was trying to form the thoughts in my head into words, but they kept getting stuck in my throat. My mind was racing, flooding with dirty images. I had heard enough of Sarah and Amanda's stories that my mind was a standard cable channel that had switched to an all-day, all-night, all-hardcore pornographic marathon. I could see it all in my head. So Sarah leaned in and I could see down her top and see her hard nipples as she said, 'You don’t have to whisper, Liz. Just let the dirty thoughts pour out. I know you’re a dirty girl, like the rest of us.'
Amanda chimed in, her voice soft and encouraging, 'It's okay, Liz. We all start our fantasies someplace that feels safe, so where do you start?' Amanda leaned in just as far as Sarah and I could see down her shirt to see her nipples, which were as hard as Liz's were now. 'We aren’t here to judge you, but to help you unlock the fucking filthy and dirty fantasies you have.' Amanda smiled winningly. 'We start here, but we end up everywhere. Jay, can you imagine how hot it was in that room, three drunk girls by this point, sweaty, horny, and so ready to cum. It was like an oven. I could see my own nipples were straining to break through my shirt. The wine and their voices finally turned me into a raging whore. I could feel the sweat forming on them, the scent of their perfumes and sweat mixing together in this intoxicating pheromone that made me dizzy." Liz was beyond wistfully continuing to tell this story, her eyes glazed over with lust and arousal, her voice husky, and her breath coming in short gasps like she was having this fantasy all over again.
And Jay was once again on edge, just fantasizing about watching Liz and her two college friends as they began to strip each other naked, kiss each other and let their hands roam across each other's bodies.
"I didn't know what to say, so Amanda ordered, 'liz, start simple. What do you want to have happen to you?' Sarah and Amanda were both leaning in, their breaths hot and heavy on my face, their tits practically popping out of their shirts, and their eyes wild with lust.
Their nipples poked at my arm as they pressed closer, their breath hot and heavy on my face. Their smell was intoxicating, a mix of cheap wine, sweat, and their natural musk. It was driving me wild, making my pussy throb with need. 'Well, um,' I stumbled over my words, my cheeks flushing a deep red. 'I guess I want...I want to fuck a man.' just saying it out loud made my toes curl. I said the word 'man' like it was some sort of taboo, like it was dirty.
Sarah and Amanda looked at each other, grinning like they had won the lottery. 'Good start,' they purred, their voices like velvet. 'Now, what kind of man do you want: Tall? Short? Thin? Fat? Old? Young? Put some meat on those bones!' they asked like the sex-savvy cheerleaders they were.
Somehow a bottle of Tito’s, vodka, had made it to our table and Sarah poured us a round, sloshing the vodka into the wine glasses.
I downed the vodka, letting it explode in my mouth, filling my mouth and throat with that familiar burn. It was so smooth and went down so easy, sort of like I was drinking water, and I felt it, or rather, the alcohol, go directly, to my brain.
I felt like a filthy whore who was ready to fuck as I stumbled over, "I want a man... I want a man that could throw me around, toss me about, and bend me in any fucking way he wanted. But I don't want a thug or a goon, I want a man who is smart, handsome, and someone who I feel would protect me.' god, I was so surprised to hear myself saying these words." Liz's eyes glazed over as she said this and Jay was now fidgeting on his stool, swallowing hard enthralled by the scene she was describing.
Jay could see how hard her nipples were, how the flush of arousal spread across Liz's chest. He could see her heart pounding in her throat. She was completely lost in the filthy story she was telling. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter tightly, her knuckles turning white. The way her nipples grazed near the counter as she leaned over it.
Liz, continued slowly as if she was in a haze, "Sarah and Amanda, let out a low whistle and grinned at each other, and Sarah said, 'that sounds like one of those gentlemen in streets, freak in the sheets kind of guys.'
That was when I really felt like I was crossing a line. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could feel the heat radiating off my body. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, and I could feel the wetness between my legs. My pussy was throbbing, and my clit was swelled. I could feel the heat in my cheeks as the room began to spin. The vodka was hitting me hard. I was so turned on that I could barely speak.
Amanda added, 'You want a man who can fucking ravage you in the bedroom, but can also be your friend and lover.'
But the alcohol was hitting me good and hard and I was feeling brave, a little too brave, as I leaned in and said, 'no, I don't just want a man who can talk to me about what book he is reading and what movie he wants to see next. I want a man who can make the world go away, I want a man who can make me feel like I am the only person in the world, like I am the only person who matters to him, who can erase their bed from my mind, who can make me scream, and who can make me cum and cum and cum until I pass out. I want to be the only thing on his mind, the only person in his mind. I want to be the only person he can see, hear, and think about. And when we're not fucking, I want to be able to trust him with every fucking inch of my body and soul. I want to feel safe with him. And when he touches me, even the slightest touch, I want to feel his love, and his desire for me. And I want him to know that I want him to, oh yeah, devour me and strip me of every ounce of pride and control that I have." Liz was panting by the time she finally stopped speaking. She was soaking wet, her nipples rock hard and so sensitive Jay swear they could cut glass. Jay was panting too, this wasn't the shy Liz retelling a college fantasy story, this was a raging fucking whore, this was his raging fucking whore.
Liz was on a roll and she could see Jay was turned on by the story so she continued, “Sarah and Amanda were practically drooling, their eyes wide with lust and approval. 'Fuck, Liz,' Sarah breathed, her voice husky. 'I'll drink to that.' Sarah poured huge shots and raised her glass, and then Amanda did the same. Amanda and Sarah clinked their glasses in cheers, and I did the same, and then all three of us downed the vodka. The liquid burned my throat and I felt the heat spread to my chest. Amanda's eyes rolled back in pleasure and she let out a low moan.
She was so fucking horny that I knew she was probably dripping and desperate to fuck. Sarah let out a moan of pleasure and then looked at me. And then Sarah said, 'I think we should make a toast to our shared fantasies.'
And they raised their glasses. The room seemed to spin faster and my mind was a blur. All that I could do was take in their faces as they raised their glasses.
And then Sarah said, 'To our fantasies, may we all experience them.'
I took the glass and drained it. I felt the burn go down the back of my throat and then the heat took over my body. I looked at Sarah and Amanda and saw that their chests were heaving. My chest was heaving, my breasts pressed up and against my bra and the tip of my nipples grazed the fabric.
Amanda nodded, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. 'Now, let's get down to the nitty-gritty. What exactly do you want this man to do to you?'
Sarah purred, her voice low and sultry, her eyes locked onto Liz's. 'Be specific, babe. What turns you on? What makes you wet?' as she leaned in closer. She was practically on top of Liz, drinking her in with her eyes. 'Do you want him to tie you up, fuck you senseless?'
Sarah was talking in a very dark and very naughty voice. Her tongue slipped out to lick her lips, and the room seemed to grow a few degrees warmer. The heat seemed to have nothing to do with the wine and everything to do with what was being said. Sarah was practically grinding on Liz's leg. Amanda, not to be left out, leaned in too, her breath hot on the other side of Liz's neck.
I could feel my heart pounding so hard in my chest. My blood was rushing in my ears and I could feel the heat of their bodies. Amanda and Sarah's nipples gently brushed against my arms. The feel of their hard nipples made my nipples even harder.
My nipples were so hard, they were actually getting painful, and I felt like they were straining to escape my shirt and bra. I tried to hold in the gasp as I shifted in my seat because of the sensation, but it just came out on an involuntary moan. I tried to shift my leg away but Sarah pressed her leg against mine tighter.
I took the bottle and just chugged some of the vodka. The vodka burned a path down my throat and I continued to fucking burn. Burning like a wildfire that had already burned through the netting and was now burning the actual building.
My senses were on fire, my skin was burning and tingling, my nipples were aching, and my clit was throbbing. My pussy was a dripping wet mess and I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs.
I was horny, dizzy, and fucking desperate for release.
Amanda and Sarah's eyes pierced me with a hunger that mirrored my own. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words caught in my throat.
Amanda took the bottle from me and took a deep swig. She wiped her mouth and grinned at me, notching me with her elbow. 'Tell us Liz, she said. What you want, where you want it, and how you want it.'
Sara did the same, drinking probably way too much for this time of night. The vodka was like a grenade going off in my stomach. I felt like it had exploded and that the shrapnel was traveling through my body, hitting every nerve ending, electrifying me. My brain was buzzing, my blood was boiling, and my heart wasn't just pounding, it was fucking hammering in my chest.
I had never felt this way in my life. I had never felt so wild, so free, so fucking horny. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't sit there, or rather, be tormented anymore.
I knew what I wanted, and I was going to say it. I drank one more gulp of the vodka, letting it explode in my mouth, and then I slammed the bottle down on the table. I knew that I needed to just say it. The vodka was licking the back of my throat, and I could feel the alcohol scaling my throat. As I drank it, I could feel the alcohol seeping into my veins, making me feel just a little bit crazy. And fucking brave.
My nipples were rock hard and I could feel the wetness between her legs. My pussy was throbbing, and I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs.
'Tell us Liz,' Sarah said, 'What you want, where you want it, and how you want it.'
Amanda whispered, 'What does your whore brain want?'
Sarah and Amanda's hands began to roam over my body, their fingers tracing patterns on my bare thighs.
Do you know what I said, Jay?" Liz asked rhetorically, on such a roll that she didn't wait for a reply.
"I said, 'I want to be his fucking sex doll, a living fucking Barbie that he can use to get off, and if he wants to leave me a broken mess, he can. Please, fucking, God, leave me a broken mess in his arms. I want to be his little fuck toy and I want him to do whatever the fuck he wants to me. I want him to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until he's satisfied, and I want him to hold me and rock me and he can tell me what a good little fuck I am and he can do whatever he wants to me and I'll be his good little fuck toy.
And then when we're done I want him to hold me I want him to hold me and keep me safe and I'll feel like the luckiest fucking girl in the world.'
Amanda and Sarah practically swooned, their eyes glazed over with lust and desire. 'Fuck, Liz,' Sarah breathed, her voice a low growl. 'That's hot as fuck.' Amanda nodded in agreement, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. 'Damn, girl. You really know how to paint a picture.' I felt a rush of excitement and empowerment. I had never spoken like this before, never expressed my desires so openly and shamelessly. But with Amanda and Sarah encouraging me, I felt so brave, unstoppable." Liz was getting animated now, her hand gestures wild as she spoke, her eyes locked onto Jay.
"Do you know what happened two weeks later?" Liz animatedly asked Jay, clawing at the stone counter. Jay shook his head, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared at his gorgeous, aroused wife.
"I met you.
We were at that boring ass cocktail party for your firm. Remember? All those stuffy old men in their starched shirts and ugly ties, and the women dripping in diamonds and boredom. I was there with some of my friends, in a huddle like a little gang of wildcats in a den of lions. We were laughing and drinking and having a good time, and then I saw you. You were the most handsome man in the room, and when I saw you, I thought to myself, 'That's him. That's my man,' and I decided to fuck you then and there. We ended up talking at that party, and we left together. And Jay, you were so good to me that night. You took me to your apartment, and we had the most amazing sex ever. We had sex all night long. Everything was so new and so exciting then." Liz said, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper. She was lost in the moment, the memories, of her first night with Jay.
She continued recounting the memory. "And Jay, you were so damn good to me, it wasn't the way you fucking took me, ripped me apart and left me in pieces, it was what I felt, that I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the world and I wanted to feel that way again. And we did every night, and it was so fucking good. I loved it, I loved you, I loved the way I felt. I knew that I was in love with you, that I had found the man I wanted to spend my life with. We were blissful, we were perfect, it was all I wanted." Liz's hands gripped the edge of the counter so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The tension was building in her body and Jay could see it.
Jay delicately asked, "you've wanted this for the entire time we've been together? Why wait to tell me until now, Liz?"
Liz's voice was barely a whisper as she answered, "I didn't think that I could ever have it with you. You're so gentle, so kind, so loving. I didn't think you'd be able to do that sort of thing to me. I didn't think you'd be able to tear me apart and leave me in pieces. I was afraid it would ruin us, ruin our marriage, our relationship, and the special love we had. Besides, what is a gal supposed to say 'Hey Jay, you've been fucking me real good, really really good, like the best I've ever had. But I want you to tear me apart, and rip my pussy to shreds. I want you to make me come so hard I black out over and over, please?' all this time I couldn't find the right words to tell you, and I was afraid it would change everything, so I kept it to myself. I was terrified that you would look at me like I was a monster, a freak, or some sort of deviant. I was scared that you would not love me anymore, and the thought of that was unbearable to me. It was so fucking scary and I felt like I was about to puke from the anxiety of trying to tell you all this, and I didn't want to lose you, I didn't want to lose what we had. I love you." Liz paused, her eyes searching Jay's face and that was when Liz started to cry. She started to sob like a baby, big heaving sobs that shook her body.
Jay was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to fucking say, but Liz's words had moved him, they had touched his heart, they had made him realize that Liz was in pain.
Liz had been keeping this secret inside her for far too long. She's had this fantasy her since her early twenties, and she'd been longing for it ever since. And though she had wanted it for so long, she was scared to tell Jay, scared that he would run away, and scared that he would reject her, and she couldn't handle the thought of that happening. The thought of loss was unbearable to her.
Jay didn't know what to say, so he did the only thing he could think of. He stood up and walked around the counter, and took her into his arms and just held her tightly.
He felt her body shake with each sob, and he kissed the top of her head, holding her tightly and whispered, "Shhh, I've got you, Liz. I'm here. It's okay."
She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, her eyes red and puffy. "I love you so much, Jay. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have told you sooner. I should have trusted you with this. I was just so scared you'd judge me, think I was a freak. I was scared you'd reject me." Liz's voice was muffled against his chest, her tears running down his bare chest.
She pulled away from Jay to look at him, her eyes glistening with tears and raw need. "Jay," she said, her voice hoarse with emotion and arousal, and she reached out and touched his face. "You know I'm in love with you, right?" she asked, her fingers tracing his jawline.
"You know I love you, you know that I'm forever yours, right?" Liz's voice was almost a whisper, gentle, and scared, but her eyes were filled with raw lust and desire.
Jay nodded, his own eyes welling up with tears. "I love you too, Liz. You know that. You know that I would do anything for you, right?" He didn't know what to fucking do in this situation except to keep holding her. He was hard as a rock, and was crushing his cock against her hip and rubbing it up against her.
Jay could feel that Liz's breasts were heaving against his chest and that she was rubbing her nipples against his chest. His cock was throbbing with wanting to be inside her. And he was so angry, so angry that she had kept this from him for so long, and so angry that she had felt like she had to. The more he held her, the more he kissed her, the more she rubbed her body against his, the angrier he became. He couldn't take it anymore - he was fucking enflamed. Liz’s tears were still streaming down her face as she held his head, and she kissed him desperately and passionately.
"have I ever judged you?" Jay asked her, still holding her tightly.
Liz shook her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Jay could feel her heart pounding against his chest, and he knew that her heart was racing just as fast as his own.
"Then why did you think I would judge you for this?" Jay asked quietly, his voice hoarse with emotion and lust. "Why did you think I would reject you for something that you wanted so badly?" Jay asked, his voice barely a whisper, his eyes dark and intense.
Liz shook her head, her tears still flowing freely. "I don't know. I was just scared. I was scared that you would think I was a freak, that you would think I was too much for you to handle. I was scared that you would leave me, that you would walk away and never come back."
Jay's voice was steady and calm, but his eyes were burning with an intensity that Liz had never seen before. "I would never leave you, Liz. I would never walk away from you. You are my wife, my partner, my best friend. have I ever made you feel like you couldn't tell me anything?"Jay asked, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
Liz shook her head, her eyes wide and filled with tears. "No, you never have. You're always so understanding, so kind. It's not you, Jay. It's me. I was just scared."
Jay's voice was low and husky, his eyes locked onto hers. "Scared of what, Liz? Scared of me? Scared of us?"
Liz's voice was a throaty whisper as she answered, "Scared of everything. Scared of losing you, scared of changing what we have, scared of being judged, of being rejected. I was just so scared, Jay. And my exhilarating college fantasy for you to do a complete total body take over of me, well, that fantasy made me feel like I was a complete freak. I didn't want to lose you, not then, not ever." Liz’s breath came in ragged gasps and her eyes were filled with tears, but her voice had a newfound resolve in it.
She gripped Jay’s hands and pressed them hard against her hips. She said, “I know we have never had this kind of sex, but Jay, I want it. I want it so fucking bad. You're the only person I've ever felt safe enough with and strong enough with to be able to do it. You're the only man I've ever loved and I’m only telling you this because I know you can handle me in every way I need you to. And I know that you will love me afterwards, and will never look at me differently. I know you'll take me and you'll want every part of me, but I need you to take me like I am your fucking property. I want you to take my fucking control away and no one else but you, Jay." Liz babbled out. Her voice was still shaky, but now it had a desperate, pleading edge to it.
Jay's heart thudded against his ribcage and he could feel the sweat gathering at the base of his neck. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, could feel the pounding of her heart against his chest. He could feel the way her breasts pressed against him, her nipples hard and insistent, begging for his touch.
Jay began, "okay, first: you aren't going to be a 'sex doll,', you're going to be a fucking woman, my woman." Jay growled and the intensity of his voice made Liz shiver.
"You're going to be my wife, my partner, my fucking equal, and I'm going to give you what you want, because you deserve it. You are going to scream like a fucking banshee, and you are going to love it, but don't you dare fucking call yourself a doll. Your pussy is not a toy, and you're not a piece of fucking ass, you're a fucking goddess, and I will worship you, always." he said.
He could see Liz's eyes were rolling around with lust and excitement - the more he talked the closer she was to realizing her fantasy.
He read the signals she was giving him and slowly started to lean into her, letting her know that he meant much more than the words he was saying.
"second, you're going to fucking listen to me, and do exactly what I say and you're going to take everything I have to give you. You're going to take every inch of my cock, every thrust, every fucking spanking, every order I give you to do something to me, and you're going to think it's the best fucking thing you've ever experienced. You're going to take it all, Liz, and you're going to beg for more. You're going to be a good little fucking slut for me, and you're going to love every fucking minute of it. You're going to cum so many times you're going to lose count. And when we're done, you're going to look at me with those beautiful eyes of yours and you're going to know that you're mine. Is that what you want, Liz?" Jay asked, his voice barely above a growl.
She could feel the heat radiating from him and she could feel the way his cock was straining against her stomach. She could feel the way his hands gripped her hips tightly, the way his fingers dug into her flesh, the way he held her in place so that she couldn't even move a fingernail without him knowing it. Liz had been hoping for this for a long time, and she knew he was ready to give her what she wanted.
Liz's body responded instantly, her nipples hardening into tight peaks and her pussy throbbing with need. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want exactly that."
"Third, you're going to tell me if anything hurts. Don't hold back, don't tough it out. If something hurts, you tell me, and I'll stop. You hear me?" Jay growled, towering over her.
Liz could feel her lungs constricting, it was like every ounce of oxygen had been sucked out of her body and she was drowning in her own desire for him. Her legs were suddenly boneless, she was a breathing, willing, mass of pure, unadulterated lust.
Jay waited for her response. His eyes, clear blue, were now a dark and dangerous ocean, "I need to hear you say it, Liz. Tell me you understand. Tell me you'll be a good little slut for me and tell me everything. I can't hear you. I need to hear that this is what you want. We can stop this right now if it's not right for you." he growled, his voice low and intense.
Liz took a sharp intake of air and her knees were getting weak, she almost felt like she was going to faint, yet she didn't speak, she couldn't speak. The moment was so raw. She just nodded her head in agreement.
Jay growled, "I'm not hearing that Liz, I want you to fucking say it, say you understand, and say you want it."
He sank his fingers into her soft, blonde hair and his eyes bore into hers, "I'm waiting, Liz, I'm not going to ravage you, until you tell me I have permission to do so, and that you understand that I will stop if you ask me to. For all your filthy talk about being a doll and a toy, and me owning you, you know that I am not going to do anything you don't want me to."
Liz's tongue felt several sizes too big for her mouth and she couldn't form any words, what she did was give him a look, a look of lust of desperation of raw need.
But once Jay's grip loosened, Liz's luscious blonde hair sifted between his fingers like silk, her eyes were filled with a roar of lust and need, and she was filled with a newfound clarity.
Liz's voice was barely a whisper as she spoke, "I promise, Jay. I'll tell you if anything hurts. I trust you. I trust you with everything. I swear, I won't hold anything back from you. I want this."
Liz was not about to let a moment like this to slip away, and her words were like an electric shock to her system, those words brought a new sense of clarity. Jay leaned in, his breath hot on her ear as he growled, "good girl, now chose a safe word, something we can use to stop everything and make sure you are okay" his hard cock was begging to be released and he was fighting so hard not to just rip her clothes off and take her right there on the counter but he knew that he needed to make this perfect for her and he needed to make sure she had a voice in the moment, keeping her safe in this fantasy.
Liz’s breath hitched, her mind racing as she tried to think of something that wouldn't be too easy to say accidently.
"b-b-banana?"
Jay growled, his cock throbbing so hard he could have sworn it was going to explode right there against her hip “Banana it is, Good girl. I’m going to tear you apart and put you back together. You’re mine. Every inch of your body is mine." Jay leaned in, his breath hot on her ear, the rasp of his voice cutting through her senses like a knife. His hands, rough and demanding, gripped her hips, pulling her hard against him so she could feel the thick, hard length of his cock against her stomach. Liz shivered, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Jay's eyes burned into hers, and he growled low and fierce, "You're going to cum so hard for me, you're going to scream so loud the neighbors are going to hear you, and the windows in the house are going to rattle. I'm going to make you scream so loudly that every fucking person in the building will know you are being fucked. Is that what you want?" Jay's voice was a low, dangerous growl.
Liz bit her bottom lip, letting out a soft little whimper that sent a shockwave of lust through Jay's body.
Liz could feel Jay’s cock throbbing against her stomach muscles, it was a deliciously obscene sensation that melted her bones, and she lost all sense of time and space. All she could think about was his cock, his hands, his body, his words, and the way he was holding her as though she was the most precious thing in the world.
Liz was elated at how effortlessly Jay slid into the role and how quickly he was able to take over the situation. She knew that she was in good hands, safe hands, and trusted he would take her to the edge and over. Her heart was pounding in her chest. It was like she was a piece of well-aged wine and he was the one who was uncorking her and letting her breathe and exhale.
Liz could feel the raw power that was radiating off of him, and it was intoxicating and addictive. She felt like she was going to pass out, and her body was shaking uncontrollably. Jay’s large hands held her tightly as if he could feel her about to pass out and was holding her up. Jay knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers dug into her hips. And as he held her, she could feel the rippling muscles beneath his skin, the hard planes of his body pressed against her.
She gathered the few remaining syllables rattling around in the back of her throat and like a spell, she spoke, “Jay, take me. Take me now. I want it now. Punish me." Liz knew she'd only have one chance and went for broke, the words were pronounced carefully so as to not to stumble over them, and not be mistaken for anything else.
She said them with enough volume that she could be heard over Jay's heavy breathing and the pounding of her own heart, and loud enough so there would be no room for misunderstanding.
She willed her eyes to stay on him, she had no room for doubt, no room for anything else to happen but her fantasy, and as she held his blue eyes with her own hazel ones she thought, yes, that's what she wanted, she wanted to be fucked within an inch of her life.
Jay's eyes went from a stormy blue to a hurricane, and his jaw clenched like a steel trap.
He leaned his head towards her ear, on the way he inhaled her scent, like she was a fine wine and he a connoisseur.
Liz stifled moan after moan, little gasps of pure lust escaping from her mouth and she hung onto his neck for support as Jay took his time to smell her, slowly grazed the skin on her neck and jaw with his stubble covered cheeks.
The throbbing of his cock pressing against her stomach became more intense as the different notes of her perfume played in his mind, it was like being invaded by every sense, like her skin and scent was a drug to his senses and he was a junkie looking to get high, to get as fucked up as possible and never come down.
And as Jay's lips brushed against her ear and he whispered "I'm not going to punish you," Jay held her ass mercilessly tight, tighter than than he had ever held her before, but Liz's eyes fluttered closed, the words were like a bucket of ice-water. Could it be possible that he was going to deny her ultimate fantasy?
The world had stopped, and the universe seemed to be waiting for Jay's next words.
"I'm not going to punish you, no. I'm going to reward you. I will not degrade you, you are and always will be more than that to me, never an object to be used and discarded. You are mine, all of you, every fucking inch is mine and I can’t stand to hear you say you are just a toy or a doll to me, you are so much more than that. You want me to rip every orgasm from your body, every scream, and every fucking gasp? I will. But it won’t be because you’re a doll or a toy, it will be because you are mine, because I’m the only man who can make you feel like the goddess you are. There is no punishment with me, not ever. You give me everything, and I’ll give you everything, I will ravage you, and I will make you scream. I will take you to the edge and over, again and again, only to bring you back and tear you apart again. But you need to understand this, every single fucking thing I do to you is because I fucking love you." Jay sealed the promise by taking her earlobe into his mouth and nibbling on it.
Liz let out a moan like a steam whistle, her legs turned to jelly, and it was all she could do not to collapse into a heap of saucy lust.
The addition of love to her depraved fantasy was not something she had thought about, it was the missing ingredient, the icing on the cake, the cherry on top, the thing college Liz had never considered, and grown up Liz was on the edge of an orgasm just from his words.
Jay moved his lips lower to her pulse point, only to give her the most blinding hickey he was capable of giving her, he wasn't going to cause her to bleed, but he'd make sure that everyone who saw her knew she was his.
He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, “I’m going to make you forget every other man who has ever touched you. You’re mine, Liz, mine to fuck, mine to protect, mine to love."Jay growled, "And I will fucking make sure when I'm done with you that you will never want another man but me."
He gave another hickey exactly on top the first one, and Liz subsided into a state of pure bliss. She knew she wouldn't be able to hide these marks, and she didn't care. She wanted everyone to see them, to know that she belonged to Jay, and that he had claimed her for his own. There was something so primal about it, so dirty.
Jay bit her neck and Liz moaned loudly, her hands gripping his arms tightly. "You're mine, Liz. Every fucking inch of you is mine," Jay growled again, his voice low and dangerous. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and possessive. "You know what's next, don't you?" Liz shook her head, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
She held a massive bicep with each hand. She was holding on for dear life.
The world seemed to spin faster and faster as Liz felt Jay’s hot breath against her skin, his stubble grazing her neck and making her shiver in anticipation. He bit down gently, his teeth grazing her skin, and she could feel the wet heat of his mouth as he sucked, leaving hickey after hickey that she would proudly bear during the day and the next few days.
"Harder. Mark me harder, I want to see it tomorrow," she gasped, the words spilling out of her mouth before she could stop them.
Jay smiled broadly not out of some sort of evil glee but out of the sheer joy and excitement of finally seeing Liz this way. This was what she needed, this was what she wanted, and he was going to provide it.
So he walked his lips down her neck to her collarbone, and he felt the gooseflesh erupt on her skin.
He gave the same blinding hickey to her collarbone and she moaned like a cat in heat and arched her back and leaned into him.
Jay was going to leave her marked, and fucked, and used, and he was going to make sure that the world knew it.
Her body shivered slightly and Jay looked up from his ministrations to see tears falling from her eyes. He wiped them away gently and asked, "What's wrong, baby? Do you want me to stop?" Jay the man, the husband, the gentle giant, had reemerged for just a moment, even though Jay the god of sex was so close to coming out to play.
Liz clawed at his ribs desperately trying to prevent even the slightest amount of air from coming between them.
She had gone from a warring herself about her fantasy to being desperate to have it fulfilled in a matter of minutes and she wasn't about to let anything get in her way. She was so desperate for him to continue she realized she was grinding against him like a horny little whore, and she was so, so glad that it was making him as hard as a fucking rock.
"No, don't stop. Please, don't stop. I like it. I love it. Just keep going. Don't stop, Jay. Don't stop fucking ever." Liz begged, pouring her heart and soul into it, her heart and soul into it, her hands now digging into his back, pulling him in as tightly as she could, even though that meant she could hardly breathe.
She shook her head, "I need this. I need you", she panted, her voice barely more than a growl.
Liz's hands were not just holding him, they were clawing at him, her fingers digging into his back. Her eyes were filled with tears, and they were filling fast.
Jay's eyes flashed with a mixture of lust and tenderness. He was fully in the zone, he was the dominant, but it was an act, an act that he had taken on for the joy of Liz, the love of his life.
Jay leaned in so that his face was just inches from hers, so he could feel her breath on his lips, and she could taste the sandwich on his tongue, and whispered, "We’re not stopping. We’re just getting started.”
Jay crushed his mouth against hers. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough, and he wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t soft.
He attacked her mouth, his tongue forcing its way in, swirling with hers in a dance of possession and hunger. His hands gripped her ass, squeezing and kneading, pulling her against him so she could feel the thick, hard length of his cock grinding against her stomach.
Liz moaned into his mouth, her body melting against him, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, could feel the power in his muscles, the strength in his arms.
God, his arms, they felt massive in her small hands, and they were like iron pipes wrapped in velvet.
She was so lost in the feeling of his arms that she didn't even realize he had delicately pinned her against the counter.
There was a little catch in her throat, and she moaned and opened her mouth with a gasp. Jay pressed her against the counter harder, trapping her between his hard body and the cool wood.
The contrast in temperatures, of his steaming hot body and the cold counter, made Liz feel like she was going to explode, her body buzzing with a raw, urgent need.
Jay growled, "god-damned it, why are you so fucking beautiful, so fucking irresistible? Why the fuck am I so lucky to be your husband?" Jay's hands were everywhere, roaming over her body, gripping her hips, her ass, her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh, leaving red marks in their wake.
They were both still nude from the days earlier festivities, so the sweat from their bodies was slick and greasy, and the hot, humid air in the room was making it difficult to breathe, but neither of them cared. Liz was panting, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation and desire.
Jay picked her up and placed her on the counter, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading her wide. He stepped between her legs, and eyed her pussy like it was a five star meal and he was the hungry man who had not eaten in days.
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