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Round One With Derrick – A True Story
By Kylie Ireland
Saturday evening I was to meet a good friend of mine and her boyfriend for dinner and fun. You see, he had never had a 3way before and she asked me if I would like to partake. I have done very naughty things to her before and he was a cutie…how could I say no?
It was a nice evening, sushi followed by some vanilla 3way fun. My girlfriend used to be quite the dirty little whore but has apparently gone a bit vanilla, at least on the surface for this guy. It was pretty basic sex stuff, with the exception of me fisting her. His first 3way, her first fisting. (Awwww….) We had started early and after brief buttsex and some cuddling I politely excused myself…
On the way out to my car, still looking like a million bucks after sex – that’s a bad sign – I texted Derrick…
“Just thought I would let you know I just got done sluttin’ around for a good 3way story for Fri. Thought of u.”
“And I wasn’t invited.” He texted back.
“u would have been bored. How good could it have been, I am done at midnight!”
“too bad u are all used up”
“Hardly” I sent. “All my holes are neglected.”
“lol”
“I am gonna go home and fuck myself”
“u could do that here”
“fuck myself?”
“for starters”
“Omw. do you want me to wash the 3way off?”
Silence. A couple minutes pass.
“Change ur mind?”
“u comin or talkin?”
“be there in 30 min”
He gave me the gate code so I let myself in, locked the door behind me, petted Bear the world’s most adorable dog and headed up the stairs to Derrick’s bedroom. I quietly opened the door and stepped into the darkness inside. I couldn’t see him in the dark. Suddenly there is a belt thrown over my head and tightened around my throat. I am slammed against the wall as he pulls the belt tighter. I hear him calling me a dirty whore as the blue sparkles cross my vision and I smile as all goes wonderfully dark…
His hand slaps my face and I feel my pussy getting wetter as the world and his face comes back into focus. I feel his breath on my lips. I am scared but know I am safe. I hear more insults and names although they are drowned out by my own heartbeat. I try to answer his questions, not caring if I give the wrong answer because that will mean more punishment.
He pushes me down, my back against the wall and shoves his cock down my throat. It’s hard to take it all because of the belt around my throat but I try, wobbling slightly on my red high heels although I don’t lose my balance since he continues pulling the belt tight, holding me up and taking away my breath. That is, what little breath I can get around his cock while he throat fucks me deeply. I struggle, trying to swallow his cock but with the belt I can’t, I shift on my heels and almost fall over, he pulls up on the belt and everything goes gray, then black. Back in focus once again with my back against the wall and smiling around his cock the belt loosens enough for him to force it all the way down my throat. My eyes water and sting from my mascara…’so much for looking like a million bucks’ I think. Derrick keeps his cock down my throat, I can’t breathe, and the fucker knows he is pushing it, making so I can’t breathe for just a bit too long. ‘I won’t give in’ I think, ‘I can do it, I don’t need to breathe, I am not giving him the satisfaction of making me tap out.’ Shamefully, I think I did try to push away but I am not sure …not that there was anywhere to go, trapped between the wall and his cock.
I remember him pulling me to my feet with the belt, remember stinging slaps on my ass, my tits and, wonderfully, my face. He turns me around and pushes my face against the wall, pulling my skirt out of the way, slaps my ass, fingers my cunt and then takes my pussy – his pussy – shoving his cock in as deep as it will go. His deep voice in my ear – I know him well enough to recognize that he is smiling as he speaks – saying beautiful, filthy things. ‘Yessss….’ I say, in my mind or out loud I don’t know, I don’t care. With ineffable pleasure I close my eyes and exhale, I have given myself completely to Derrick; I am his fuck toy, his filthy slut, his dirty whore…to do with as he pleases. Amazing, all within a three or four minute period of time. He knows me too well.
After ordering me out of my clothes he turns me to him, face close to mine, smiling at my helplessness or my breathlessness, or both. He kisses me deeply, passionately, forcefully…is it possible for me to melt anymore? I feel warmth and wetness between my legs as I lose myself in the kiss, my hands on his face first, then grabbing at his body – that wonderful body – running my hands over his skin, feeling the definition, the strength… pulling him to me, digging my nails in, frustrated at not being able to get him close enough…
As I stop to catch my breath I feel myself being turned and lifted as he forcibly throws me on the bed, I land, laughing, and try to gain composure when suddenly I am pinned down, legs back, hand around my throat, cock slamming hard into my wet pussy. I would scream, or moan, or spew some filth back at D, but I can’t. There is no air and I have no voice, I couldn’t speak if I tried. All there is is the wonderful feeling, not only of his cock deep in my cunt, but the power, his power…the force of him fucking me, taking my pussy. I see Derrick above me, his hand now on my chest right below my collarbone holding me down, eyes sparkling – knowing exactly what he is doing to me mentally and physically; the mindfuck of it all – I reach up and touch his face, my hands slide down, gripping his arms, feeling the muscles so tight and strong as he holds me down.
Tiring of fucking me, he rolls us over, me on top….but the fucking is no less feverish.
He pulls the belt tight around my neck as I fuck him. I want, no, need his cock….I
want to come, again I think, I have already begun losing count despite the fact that
he asks me what number that was each time…I slam myself onto his cock as hard as
I can, my legs trembling but I don’t care, my mind focused on the feeling, the craving
and nothing else, the fervor only broken when I would lean down and kiss him, biting
his bottom lip, his neck, his shoulder, tasting his skin -
Again, lighting fast he is back on top, ordering me to hold my legs open, granting
him all access. Distracted by how fucking good I feel I let go of my legs and get
slapped, ‘did I tell you to let go of your legs?’ he growls… ‘No, D’ I think, ‘no
you didn’t’ and I try, quite unsuccessfully to do it again, amazed that I can’t seem
to stop myself from letting go, even though it hurts like a sonofabitch every time
I let go and he smacks my inner thighs – god I fucking hate that. But if that is
the pain I must endure to have the perfect pleasure I feel then bring it on. He
pulls his cock out of my soaked, swollen pussy and without hesitation and without
lube slams it deep into my ass. I moan with sheer pleasure. After a brilliant ass-
Pillow talk ensues.
(Part 2 of the story forthcoming. Someday.)