Chapter 1

My then-fiance and I discovered the ecstasy of acting out sexual our fantasies quite by accident. It was late one Saturday night and we’d just gotten home from a party. We were both more than slightly tipsy and exceedingly frisky as a result. Our first kiss inside my apartment rapidly escalated into an impassioned grope.

“I love how easy it is to get to your tits in this dress,” I whispered as I fondled Helen’s tall, proud globes through her borrowed cocktail gown.

She’d been uncomfortable in the tight black thing all evening because it revealed too much of her deep cleavage and didn’t cover enough of her great legs. But in the privacy of my place, she moaned and thrust her chest into my caress. “That feels so good, Ron.”

I backed off just enough to stare at my lover with burning eyes. “Jesus you look hot, honey. Look how your nipples are denting the material. All night long, I’ve been aching to pinch and squeeze and suck them.”

She posed with uncharacteristic playfulness, coyly cupping a full breast in each hand and teasing her own nipples. “The way you’re looking at me makes me feel so nasty.”

I took another step back and began rubbing my hard-on through my slacks. “You look nasty, babe. How about giving me a little show?”

Her eyes were locked on what I was doing with my hands. Her voice turned less playful, was hollow with passion. “What kind of show?”

“Make yourself cum for me. I want to watch you masturbate in that little black dress. I want you to play with your big tits and finger-fuck your nasty pussy until you scream.”

I was stunned by my little speech, as well as what I wanted her to do. We’d both always been sexually reserved. Missionary sex was all we’d tried. We never even talked dirty to one another, and the words I uttered had a remarkable effect on us both. Helen was as shocked as I was and momentarily froze with her breasts filling her hands. Then her eyelids fluttered and she groaned. She resumed rolling her bullet-sized nips between her thumb and first finger and began to rock her hips.

“I will if you will, too,” she murmurred. “Jack off for me. Take your long, fat cock out so I can see you rub it.”

Hearing my conservative wife-to-be using such a crude word to describe my penis dizzied me with lust. I heard my zipper go down and felt my rigid dick fill my hands. “Like this?” I growled.

“Yes! Oh, yes! I want to see how much I turn you on, Ron!”

“Do it, slut!” I ordered gruffly. “Show me those fat tits and that juicy cunt. Make me so fucking hot that I shoot my cum all over that slutty face of yours, bitch!”

“Fuck, honey!” she wailed, her hands going wild on her chest. “I love it! Talk dirty to me! Make me do nasty things! Treat me like a whore!”

I stroked my pole and did exactly what we both wanted. “Pop your tits all the way out of the dress, you cunt. You’ve been teasing me and all the other guys with them all night. Prancing around in your high heels, making them jiggle in that tight dress with no bra. Bending over so everybody could see almost all of them. Acting like you were embarrassed, when we both know how much you loved having everyone staring at them. Show me how much you love your tits, bitch.”

“Oh, I do!” she gasped. “They’re so big and beautiful and sensitive.” She lifted first one, then the other free of their tight confinement. “Look how huge my nipples are, baby! Jesus! They’ve never been so long and hard, even when you bite and suck them! It makes me feel so good to play with them like this.”

“I want to fuck them later. I want you to hold them together so I can slide my prick between them. I want you to lick the head of my dick, suck it betwen your slutty lips, kiss it every time it comes close. Then I’ll shoot my cum all over them so you can rub it in.”

She shrieked then. “Do it! Do it right now!”

“No, slut. First you have to make yourself cum for me. Lift your skirt. Show me those sexy hose. Show me how wet you’re making your panties. Rub your clit for me until you cum like a bitch in heat.”

She hurried to comply, staggering drunkenly to the sofa while she fumbled to raise her hem. She jerked her panties and hose down to her knees and her hands dove into her thrusting middle. While she roughly played with her drenched pussy, her eyes were glued to my swollen member.

“That’s it, slut. You’re so fucking wet I can hear your finger clear over here. Put another one inside. Spread those nasty pussy lips as wide as you can. Roll your clit, bitch. Show me how much you love fucking yourself while I watch.”

She willingly did everything I demanded of her as long as I kept beating my meat. When her orgasm came, she screamed at the top of her lungs and began begging me to cum for her.

“Fuck my tits like you promised you would,” she panted. “I want to feel your hot dick between them. I want you to cum all over me. All over my tits. All over my face.”

While she squeezed her globes tightly around my shaft, I straddled her, humped her chest and fingered her dripping pussy until she came a second time. When I finally exploded, blowing my wad straight into her widely gaping mouth, she came yet again. I dumped the rest of my load onto her tits, and she writhed under me as she massaged the sticky white gel into her flesh.

“Lick it off your hands,” I choked as the last dribbles pulsed from me.

I knew it was the first time she’d ever tasted sperm, and from the look of ecstacy on her lovely, dripping face, I knew it wouldn’t be the last. She even went me one better, lifting her jizzed tits to her hungry tongue and licking every trace of cum she could reach from each mound, moaning her pleasure.

I settled down beside her on the couch. “I’ve never seen you look so sexy,” I whispered, kissing her soft, full lips, tasting the tang of my cum on them. “The way the dress is bunched around your waist and you’re so totally exposed turns me on like crazy.”

“Umm,” she moaned. “It makes me feel like such a tramp to still have all my clothes half on and feel your cum drying on my skin.” She shivered and smiled. “So dirty!”

My cock stirred against her thigh and her eyes widened. “You can’t be serious!”

I raised myself and tugged her legs further apart so I could see her cunt. “Jack me off until I’m hard again and I’ll show you just how serious I am.”

With a wicked grin, she tickled my balls and lewdly lifted her hips in offering. “You really want to fuck my nasty little pussy? You want to ram me, fuck me so hard and fast and mean that you make me cum like some cheap whore you picked up in a bar?”

“Yeah, slut. But I changed my mind. I want you to suck me until I’m hard. I want you to open that dirty mouth of yours and wrap those sleazy lips around it and swallow my dick. I’m going to fuck your face before I fuck that hot cunt of yours.”

Oral sex had always been off limits, but I saw the heat in her eyes as she nodded. I let her slide out from under me and watched in disbelief as she crouched between my legs, gripped my growing erection in both tiny fists and hesitantly began giving me her first blow job. Despite her lack of expertise, it was almost more erotic than I could stand. She got into it so much that I had to tear my cock away from her sucking mouth. She mewled a protest as I pushed her away, rolling her onto her hands and knees and forcing her legs apart.

It was our first experience with doggie-sex. She stiffened all over as I slammed into her, burying myself to the balls in one savage thrust. I’d never been so deep in her. She didn’t stay tense. Almost instantly, she began bucking and humping me back, just as wildly as I was driving into her.

“Fuck me!” she screamed. “Slap my ass and ride me like a bitch!”

I reddened her ass cheeks with stinging blows that just excited her even more. I pummeled her with every bit of force I could summon, impaling her with each thrust so hard that she slid forward on the carpet.

Through gritted teeth, I called her every dirty name I’d ever heard, told her that her cunt was so loose and wet it felt like she had a dozen men’s cum in her.

“Yes!” she howled. “I’m a no-good whore! I’m a fuck-toy! I want all the cock I can get! I want to be covered with cum from head to toe, have it dripping from my ass and cunt and mouth! Hurt, me, baby. Treat me like a worthless slut!”

I grabbed her heaving, dangling tits and used them for handles and pounded her until I blew the most massive load of my life into her spasming loins. We both collapsed onto the carpet, gasping for breath like we’d just been saved from drowning.

We were too exhausted for guilt. We helped one another to bed and slept, tangled together, until very late the next morning. We both awoke shame-faced and avoided talking about our mad love-making. But, the next night, our sex was much more impassioned than usual, and each of us knew the other was recalling the wild performance of the night before. From then on, as a matter of fact, our lovemaking became more regular, our passion for one another more constant.

Helen moved in with me shortly after that - something that we’d discussed and rejected as being improper. I’m sure it was the night of crazed lust that made us both privately reconsider our notions about what was right and wrong. But despite the fact that we both dreamed about it, we didn’t re-play our night of passion, or even talk about it, for over two months.

The next time was just as spontaneous as the first had been. We were snuggled together watching a cops and robbers type movie on TV. The predictable plot dealt with a serial killer who stalked prostitutes, and the heroine went undercover as a hooker to trap the bad guy.

While there was nothing overtly erotic about the scene, I was trying to hide the boner that was building between my legs as the policewoman put on streetwalker makeup and fit herself into a tiny little minidress. I noticed from the corner of my eye that Helen seemed uncomfortable, too. I didn’t know why until I accidentally brushed her chest with my hand while getting into a more comfortable position. She hissed and jerked, and I realized that her nipple was swollen and hard as stone under her cotton blouse.

My throat went dry and I pretended to ignore her arousal. “I wonder what that’d be like?” I asked her.

“What?”

“I wonder what it’d be like for a normal woman to have to pretend she was a whore? To put on bright red lipstick and all that eye makeup and stretch a dress that tight over her tits and ass and walk around in fuck-me shoes while men drooled over her and offered her money for her pussy?”

I kept my focus on the screen, but saw Helen wet her lips, watch her breath quicken. “It’d be horrible. But she has to do it. Her boss ordered her to.”

“Yeah. But don’t you think it’d make her feel hot and nasty, too? She’d almost have to be turned on by the way all the guys fuck her with their eyes, the way they imagine they’re sticking their cocks between her slutty red lips or pounding their meat into her sleazy cunt.”

Helen nodded and squirmed tighter against me, her elbow coming to rest against my hard-on. As she realized what it was, her eyes hooded and she unconsciously turned toward me, her lips already parted for a kiss.

The second our mouths connected, we caught fire. She groped frantically in my lap and plastered herself against me, rubbing her tits hard against my chest.

I ripped my mouth away from her driving tongue. “What if I made you do that? What if I forced you to paint your face like a streetcorner whore and show off your tits and ass?”

“I couldn’t,” she panted, jacking me off through my jeans. “You wouldn’t.” Her eyes were saying other things.

I dropped my hand between her legs, crudely rubbed the denim of her jeans into the heat there. She spread her slim thighs and reached for my mouth. I denied her hungry kiss. “Oh, but you’re wrong, bitch. That’s exactly what I’m going to make you do. I’m going to drag you into the bedroom and fuck you from behind while you paint your slutty face. I’m not going to let you cum until you’re dressed in the nastiest clothes you own and you’ve smeared your lipstick all over my dick. Then I’ll make you swallow every drop of my cum and suck me hard again. After that, I’ll fuck you so hard and fast your cunt will feel like it’s on fire.”

Helen fell back, breathing in quick, short gasps, her wide brown eyes hooded with desire, her hips grinding into my hand. She groaned loudly. “I’m already on fire. Put it in me now, Ron. Stick your hard dick in me.”

“No way, cunt. No cock for you until you look as nasty as the slut on TV.”

I grabbed her wrists and jerked her to her feet. Clamping her wrists behind her back, I forcefully marched her to the bedroom. I kept her arms imprisoned while I unsnapped her jeans and tugged them down to her ankles. Then I pushed her toward the bed. Unable to keep her balance, she staggered and fell onto the mattress. I pinned her to the bed with a knee in the middle of her back and jerked the jeans the rest of the way off. Her plain white undies were saturated with her fluids. I roughly rubbed her pussy then tore the panties off with a loud ripping noise.

“God, what a whore!” I exclaimed. “Look how fucking wet you are.” I stabbed her glistening slash with a finger. It went right in without encountering any resistance.

“Yes,” she hissed, wiggling her shapely ass, trying to get my finger deeper. “Make me do it. Make me look like an easy piece of fuck meat. Do whatever you want to me. Make me eat your prick. Shoot your sticky cum down my throat until I choke.”

I rolled her over like a sack of flour and sent the buttons of her blouse flying as I yanked it open, revealing her heavy white brassiere. I thrust the shirt down her arms, again trapping her arms behind and under her. I obscenely fondled her heaving tits before pushing the bra down. Her large globes jiggled atop the cups, her nipples distended so far they looked painful. I reddened them with savage pinches. Her thighs were wrapped around my left leg as she rubbed her pussy up and down my jeans.