Let's Be Honest (3 page)

I dropped the lube
on the comforter and pulled up on her elbows. Her back arched until her nipples cleared the comforter.

“Oh shit, Grace. Those nipple clamps look tight as hell,” I said as I tilted my head
down to look at the dangling clamps.

I forced my cock in and out of her ass without an ounce of mercy. She didn’t make a sound. I pulled on her arms harder, forcing her shoulders to naturally roll forward.

She moaned loudly.

“Hell, you have to be close to an orgasm, huh Grace? You’ve got to be in considerable pain,” I muttered as I watched my cock disappear into her ass.

She grunted what seemed to be an
unt-uhh
. The equivalent of a muffled “no”.

“Really?
More? You want more?” I questioned.

I let go of her arms, dropping her onto her face on the bed. I turned to the dresser, and grabbed the vibrator. I turned it on, and placed the vibrating tip against her ear. She grunted repeatedly.

“You might think you want it
now
. Just wait, you’ll change your mind,” I said in an assuring tone.

I squirted lube onto the tip of the v
ibrator. It was massive, and considerably larger than my well above average cock. I stepped behind her and spread her ass cheeks with my clenched fists. I pressed the vibrating shaft into her ass, and let go of her cheeks.

As I pressed the vibrator in as deep as it would go, she attempted to scream. The sound was muffled by the gag. She continued to scream as I pressed my cock into her soaking wet pussy. I grabbed the vibrator in my right hand.

“Ready?” I asked.

She grunted.

“Okay,” I chuckled.

I began to fuck her wet pussy as hard as I could as I forced the vibrator in and out of her ass.

She grunted for ten minutes steady.

The excitement finally mounted, and her breathing changed. Her pussy began to contract.

I stopped moving and stood still. I switched the vibrator off.

“
Mmmm…….mmmm……mmmm…..mmmmm,” she begged.

“No, we’ll wait a minute. It isn’t time yet,” I said as I turned to get
a sip of water from the bottle on the nightstand.

“Want a drink?” I asked, holding the bottle beside her head.

She grunted and rolled her eyes.

“Fuck, my bad. I forgot,” I laughed.

I dropped the bottle on the bed beside her and shoved my cock deep into her pussy. I turned on the vibrator and pushed it deep into her ass and held it there. With the vibrator still, I fucked her wet pussy hard. I reached back and slapped her ass as hard as I could. Her eyes closed and she grunted and whimpered.

As a hand print produced itself on her ass, I slapped it again. I worked the vibrator in and out of her ass.

Whack! I slapped her ass again. She moaned into the ball gag.

As I fucked her as hard as I could, I continued to work the vibrator in and out of her ass. Whack! My hand slapped the other side of her ass.

Her breathing changed again, and she began to contract. I continued to fuck her as hard and as fast as I could. As I worked the vibrator in and out of her ass, I reached onto the comforter for the lube. I held the lube over her ass crack and squirted out a generous amount.

I leaned back and watched as the lube worked its way to the vibrator. I pressed harder and harder, shoving myself into her as I worked the vibrator.

She mumbled into the ball gag.

Whack! My right hand slapped her ass again.
Alternately, she stomped her feet. I slapped her ass again. She stomped one foot. I slapped it again, hard. She remained still, whimpering into the gag.

Forcefully, I fucked her wet pussy as she contracted. As her pussy contracted, and she relaxed, she nestled into the bed. I slowly fu
cked her ass with the vibrator.

And she came.
And moaned. And moaned. And came. And moaned. As she did, I slowed my pace of fucking until I stopped.

I slowly pulled my cock from her wet pussy, and leaned down beside her face.

“You have you an orgasm?” I asked.

She batted her eyes.

“Done, are we?” I asked.

She closed her eyes.

“I’m going to guess that the multiples were a ‘yes’, that one means ‘no’,” I said as I grabbed her elbow and flipped her over.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at me with surprise.

Using my shoulders, I pressed her knees into her shoulders and reached for the vibrator. With her ass pointing in the air, her wrists secured to her sides by the restraints, I began to fuck her in the ass.

Harder and harder I pounded, my hips smacking against her ass. Reaching in from her stomach, I took the vibrator and began slapping her clit with it. She began to grunt as I slapped it.

After a few minutes, her grunts became rhythmic. I continued to fuck her ass and lightly slap her clit with the vibrator.

She closed her eyes.

I dropped the vibrator.

I placed both hands on her throat and began to squeeze. As I increased pressure
, I paid attention to her breathing. When she relaxed, I began to fuck her ass steadily.

She began to moan into the gag, eyes closed and relaxed. As she did, I continued to fuck her ass. Her eyes opened.

Lightly she moaned.

And she released.

That was the first time I have encountered a woman squirting. Initially, I suspected she was urinating. She continued to moan. I slowed my pace, maintaining the pressure on her neck.

As she went limp, moaning lightly into the gag, it was apparent she had an orgasm to end all orgasms.

As I pulled out, I looked down at her lifeless body. She opened her eyes. I walked to the bathroom and ran warm water over a washcloth. I added some soap to the wet cloth and more hot water.

I carried it into the bedroom, and unbuckled her hands. I handed her the washcloth, and unsecured the ball gag, removing it from her head.

She rubbed her jaw and made a few strange noises.

“
Awwww. God. That was hot. Holy crap. Erik, is it? Was it Erik?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Erik, that was…” she smiled.

“Fantastic,” she finished.

I nodded.

“
You don’t talk much when you’re not fucking or hitting on girls, do you?” she asked.

I shook my head
from side to side.

She wiped her inner thighs and picked up the water bottle. Holding it in the air, she raised her eyebrows.

I nodded.

She laughed and took a drink.

She stayed quite a while, watching television on the sofa, relaxing.

As she left, she gave me a hug.

“You’re one weird mother-fucker, Erik. I had a good time, thanks,” and she walked through the door.

After I watched her walk down the hallway, I stepped into the apartment and closed the door.

You have no idea.

ERIK.
Grace was somewhat of a pivotal point for me in my sexual adventures. She filled a void – a feeling of necessity to attempt a little more of a violent side, an aggressive side. I learned after our encounter that I was not as attracted to that type of sexual behavior as I had anticipated I would be.

I recall that immediately following our session I felt somewhat guilty. Not as much for what I had done, but for how I had acted. Some of the things I had said.

We all enjoy different things in life, and in sex. I was slowly finding that I was dominant sexually, but not as heavy into the sadistic or masochistic arenas.

I sat, holding the diary, and tried unsuccessfully to recall some of the other pivotal events in finding my sexual self.

I opened the diary, intending to flip through the last remaining pages. Another name caught my eye. I backed up to the page after I passed it.

Lisa Spartan.
Oh lord.
I met her after the recent deluge of Dominance/submission novels. Women’s eyes and spirits had been opened by the reading of those books. For men like me, the novels make an excellent conversation topic. Our conversation had quickly gone to submissive behaviors, and she assured me that she
belonged
in a submissive role.

When a woman ended up with some form of expectation from me, it always bothered me. Never for very long, but it did. Sometimes I would go a considerable amount of time before I would get involved in another sexual situation.

That was one woman that truly terrified me. To see a woman develop expectations so quickly was unsettling. She was….well, she was
different.

We met in a coffee shop, and she seemed to be so
normal.
The attraction was immediate. I found tremendous interest in her based almost solely on her looks. Well that and what later appeared to be an eager submissive attitude.

The attraction didn’t last long.

NAME: LISA SPARTAN

AGE: 25

STATS: 5’-11” thin, large breasts

ACCOMPLISHMENTS: irritating

As I stood in line, I watched the woman ahead of me attempt to shuffle her laptop, purse, and retrieve cash from her wallet. As she tried unsuccessfully to hold her wallet in her armpit and open it with her hands, eventually she dropped her wallet from her grasp. As her wallet fell from her armpit, I caught it before it hit the floor.

“Wow, thank you,” she said when I handed it back to her.

“Certainly. You have your arms full, can I help you?” I asked.

“Well, to tell you the truth, can you hold my wallet?” she asked.

“Get me five dollars out of there, if you would,” she said as she attempted to hand me the wallet.

“Here, just let me pay for the coffee,” I said as I stepped in front of her in line.

And that was the beginning of what ended up being a two hour meeting at the coffee shop. We discussed everything from school, the importance of an education, the unpredictable Wichita weather, and manicures.

“I find you fascinating.
A tough guy that gets his nails done. Let me see them again,” she asked as she reached out to inspect my nails.

I held my hand out for her to grasp it again.

“Amazing. And your skin is so soft,” she said.

I smiled.

“So, tell me again about this rule or rules you have about non-relationships,” she said, laughing.

I smiled, “Well, I just have issues about being in a committed relationship. I feel that in a committed relationship, people have expectations, and when expectations aren’t met, there is disappointment. Disappointment leads to the failure of a
relationship. If the same thing or things happened, in the relationship that is – yet there are no expectations on either party – it’s best; for me, anyway.”

She nodded her head slowly.

“Interesting,” she said.

Eventually, after a few hours of discussing submissive behaviors, we left the coffee shop for an early dinner. After dinner we went to her house for
drinks.
I had explained that I did not drink, but she wanted to talk
over some wine
. I agreed, thinking that this undoubtedly would do nothing but get better.

“I loosen up when I drink,” she said after her second glass of wine.

“You haven’t seemed uncomfortable at all,” I stated from the loveseat.

She stood up and carried her wine from the sofa to the loveseat and sat beside me.

“You know you
are
an attractive man,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said over my shoulder.

“Your age attracts me, it’s not a turn off,” she said.

“That’s great,” I responded.

“Tell me to do something,” she said as she finished her wine.

“Excuse me?” I responded, not fully understanding what she was asking.

“Tell me to do something sexual, I can’t believe you’re a Dom,” she clarified.

“What do you mean? Tell you to do something?” I asked.

“I want you to tell me to do something. I’m feeling frisky,” she said as she placed her wine glass on the table beside the sofa.

At that particular moment, I was not thinking about sex, and she caught me off guard. We had not been tal
king about sex. I had expected the conversation eventually would become a sexual one, but it had not yet.

“You want me to…” I didn’t finish before she interrupted.

“Tell me to suck your dick,” she said.

“Cock, I like the word cock,” I chuckled.

“Oh God, that’s hot. Tell me to do
that
,” she said.

“You want me to tell you to suck my cock?” I asked.