Kyle Becomes Kylie: Chapter 15

15th of 16 Chapters. Ryan and Kylie return home after a dinner, night club, and a blow job in the ladies bathroom. For his birthday, Kylie allows Ryan to fulfill his bizarre, perverse, sexual desires by treating her like a dirty, filthy, street whore.

Warning to readers: this aggressive, degrading, humiliating, but non-violent act Ryan inflicts on Kylie may be too intense for some readers. If this is the case, please skip to the next and final chapter. You will not be missing any content by doing so.

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The Uber ride back to their South Beach condo felt like an eternity, the city lights streaking past in a blur while Ryan's hand stayed clamped on Kylie's thigh, fingers digging in just enough to leave faint marks. The cum she'd left smeared on her chest had mostly dried, a sticky reminder that drew his gaze every time the streetlamps hit it. Kylie leaned into him, her breath hot against his neck, whispering nothing at all - just letting the silence build the tension. By the time they stumbled through the front door, the air between them crackled like a live wire.

Ryan kicked the door shut behind them, his eyes wild, pupils blown wide from the club's haze and the promise of what she'd started. He grabbed her by the waist, slamming her back against the wall of the entryway, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was all teeth and hunger. "Fuck......, Kylie," he growled, breaking away just long enough to yank at the zipper of her dress. The fabric tore a little at the seam - nothing she cared about - as he ripped it down her body, exposing her skin to the cool rush of the AC. Her bra and thong followed, shredded off in his haste, leaving her naked except for the strappy heels that made her legs look endless.

She gasped, the sudden exposure sending a shiver through her, but she met his gaze with a smirk. "Don't hold back birthday boy - it's your day. Fulfill your every bizarre, perverted, sexual desire with your dirty, filthy, street whore. I'll take whatever you say or do to me. There's nothing you can do that would make me stop loving you." Her voice was steady, inviting, even as her heart pounded. She'd seen that look in his eyes before, the one that said he was done playing nice, and tonight she wanted it all - no limits, no pulling punches.

Ryan didn't hesitate. His hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back hard enough to make her neck and scalp sting, and he dragged her toward the bedroom like she weighed nothing. "You fucking tease," he snarled, shoving her face-first onto the king-sized bed. The mattress dipped under her weight, sheets already rumpled from earlier that week when they'd fucked slow and sweet. Now, there was no sweetness. He stripped off his shirt and slacks in seconds, his cock springing free again, still half-hard and demanding attention. Climbing onto the bed, he grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach and slapping her ass with an open palm - hard, the crack echoing off the walls. Red bloomed on her skin immediately, the sting radiating deep.

"Take it you slut," he barked, landing another smack, then another, alternating cheeks until her ass felt like it was on fire. Kylie bit the pillow to muffle a whimper, her body tensing, but she arched back into it, spreading her legs wider. Pain twisted with the heat pooling between her thighs, her own cock twitching against the sheets, trapped and aching. He wasn't done - his hand came down on her breasts next, pinching and twisting her nipples until they throbbed, then lower, slapping the sensitive skin of her balls and the base of her cock. Each hit jolted through her, sharp and unrelenting, making her vision blur at the edges. It hurt - fuck, did it hurt - but she locked her jaw and pushed through, her mind fixed on him - on the way his breaths came ragged, his dick leaking precum onto her thigh as he marked her.

"You're my whore, aren't you? Say it," he demanded, grabbing her hair again to pull her head up, snapping her neck back, forcing her to look over her shoulder at him. His face was flushed, veins standing out on his neck.

"Yes, you fucking brute," she gasped, voice hoarse. "I'm your whore. Fuck me like one."

He did. Positioning himself behind her, he lubed his cock, then - without warning, his cock stretching her ass in one brutal push. Kylie cried out, the pain intense, her body clenching around him instinctively. He didn't give her time to adjust - his hips snapped forward, pounding into her with a rhythm that shook the bedframe. "Tight little fucking cunt!," he grunted, one hand still in her hair, the other slapping her ass in time with his thrusts. Sweat slicked their skin, the room filling with the wet slap of flesh and her muffled moans. She reached down, stroking her own cock to match his pace, the friction building despite the ache everywhere else.

Ryan shifted suddenly, pulling out just to flip her onto her back. He straddled her chest, shoving his dick toward her face, but instead of letting her suck it, he pressed the sole of his foot into her face, against her mouth. "Lick it clean you slut," he ordered, grinding the arch over her lips. The skin was salty from the club's floor, a faint grit from the dance sweat, but she obeyed, tongue darting out to trace the ridges, sucking on his toes one by one while he jerked himself above her. Profanities spilled from him nonstop - "Fucking, disgusting, filthy, street whore. You worthless, fucking skank. You're only good for fucking, nothing else." The insults and degradation continued: That's right bitch - lick my feet." Each word twisting the knife of humiliation deeper, making her squirm. Her cock leaked steadily now, untouched except for the occasional brush of his other foot against her balls, pressing just hard enough to tease.

He kept fucking her mouth with his foot, alternating with slaps to her face - not hard enough to bruise, but enough to make her cheeks heat. Then he was back between her legs, slamming into her ass again, deeper this time, his weight pinning her down. "I'm gonna fill you up - you worthless, filthy cunt," he rasped, his thrusts erratic, chasing release. Kylie wrapped her legs around him, urging him on. "I'm your fucktoy," she said, "cum in my whore pussy you worthless piece of shit!," her own hand flying over her cock until she came with a shudder, cum splattering her stomach in hot bursts. The sight pushed him over - Ryan groaned, burying himself to the hilt and unloading inside her, pulse after pulse coating her walls.

But he wasn't finished. Breathing heavy, he pulled out, a trickle of his load leaking from her, and hauled her off the bed toward the en-suite bathroom. The shower was massive, all glass and slate tile, but he didn't turn on the water yet. "On your knees bitch!," he commanded, and she dropped, the cool floor biting into her skin. Ryan stood over her, cock softening but still dripping, and without a word, he let loose - a stream of piss hitting her chest first, then up to her face and hair, warm and acrid, running down her body in rivulets. She stayed still, letting it soak her skin, the pungent smell sharp in the confined space. "Open your mouth! Drink my piss you whore!" he said. She opening her mouth to let it in. "Swallow it!" he commanded, and she did. It was degrading, disgusting, overwhelming, but the rawness of it made her pulse race again, her spent cock giving a weak twitch.

Overwhelmed with a sexual charge, he said "look at you, covered in my piss like the dirty slut that you are." She replied, "You did this to me - you fucking worthless piece of shit - fucking a whore like me." He grabbed her face and push her down onto the tile floor, then pushing it to the side. He then placed and pressed his foot on her cheek and ear, pushing her head harder against the tile floor. "Don't speak to me like that you whore! You're the worthless piece of shit!" He removed his foot and then spat on her, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. Kylie laid there, trembling, the vile taste of urine in her mouth, throat, and stomach, the rest drenching her hair and skin, her mind reeling from the intensity. It burned everywhere - the slaps, the rough fuck, now this - but she held his gaze, silent, letting him have her.

Ryan started jerking his cock back to life with a few rough strokes, his chest heaving as he looked down at her laying on the shower floor. "Take this you fucking skank." He came again quickly, ropes of cum landing on her face and chest, mixing with the mess. Kylie laid face-up, arms sprawled to her side, legs splayed, eyes closed, spent, exhausted, humiliated, hurting from the grabbing, pushing, pulling, rough slaps, penetration, and degradation, her body a canvas of red marks, piss, and worse.

The water came on then, warm and gentle, Ryan soaping her up methodically - first her hair, then her body, washing away the evidence with gentle hands that contrasted everything before. She stood under the spray, letting him rinse her, the steam clearing the air. No words at first, just the patter of water and their slowing breaths. When they were clean, he toweled her dry, led her to bed, and pulled her into his arms. The roughness evaporated; he kissed her forehead, her lips, soft and lingering, slow, connected, his body moving over hers with care, loving her gently and tenderly.

As they lay tangled in the sheets, Ryan traced patterns on her back. "Thank you my love - for the whole night - for letting me... for everything. It's the best birthday I could imagine." She smiled against his chest, sore but sated, knowing she'd fulfilled his fantasy. And in the quiet, as sleep tugged at them, she whispered, "Happy Birthday darling. I love you very much. Just wait for my birthday."