Telling Him What I Want

"Say it," he hisses once more, grasping both of my breasts and squeezing while his hips pound into me with ****, "Tell me what you want."

"I want to get fucked," I confess, "I want a cock for real. I want to have my... my pussy stretched out. I want to give it all up. I don't want to be a virgin anymore. I want to be a... I want to be a..."

I stutter and stumble, then know what I have to say.

"I want to be a real slut. And real sluts get fucked."

His hands release my breasts and slide down my body. They grip me and pull my hands away.

Slowly and with purpose he places them onto the wall in front of me, still fucking me hard but moving me too, positioning me so that my body is stretched out and then my hips are rolled back.

Making it harder for him to fuck my ass.

Making it so much easier for him to fuck my pussy.

"That's right," he tells me, sliding his hands over my ass while he pumps at me, "Real sluts get fucked in their tight little cunts. They give it all up. They don't have any restrictions."

He reaches down and around, sliding over my sex and replacing my hand with his own. When he pushes into me it isn't like when I fucked myself. It's more like he's feeling me out, testing my limits.

Pushing in and dipping into the wetness of my pussy. Sliding in until he presses up against something, a barrier to full entry, and gives a little grunt of approval.

It's my hymen. Still somehow intact and still there to keep him out, but for how much longer?

How much longer until he takes everything from me.

"Good girl," he says, "Dirty slut. I don't know which one you are anymore, but I know which one you want to be right now."

Pushing and teasing a little more he comes so close to it. He tests the pressure but still never pushes through, pulling back each time to slide the wetness of my juices over my clit before dipping back in once more.

"I know which one you want to be, but there is one little problem. Do you know what that is?"

"No," I gasp, not seeing any problem at all anymore.

Because I'm giving him everything. I'm giving him free reign. I've been so bad to him, but I want to be so good now.

So what could possibly be the problem? Well...

"The problem is," he tells me, "That you're not in charge any more."

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