Dallas

'How do you mean?' I probed

'Sex to me has little to do with the act and everything to do with power. I'll have absolute power and you'll have non. I'll treat you like the lowliest trash and i'll be God Almighty. I'll be everything and you"ll be nothing.' He spat, still managing to keep the coldest poker expression on his face.

I must confess, his non challance made me feel I could go with whatever this man ever conjured in that twisted mind of his.

'Mm hmm' I purred 'What exactly will you be doing to me?'

'I'll piss on and in you, deepthroat you till you puke, spit on you, slap you, ride you, make you lick my ass and my floor... you get the idea.'

By now my voice was reduced to a throaty whisper, my mouth was making more saliva than it could contain and my entire body felt like I was fully charged by a sexual current. One touch and I'd be his undying slave.

'Ok' I whispered.

'Come in.' He replied.

It was dark inside. Everything in his house was black and mostly made of wood. The furnishing was raw, crude and natural. Cavelike if you may. There were no modern fittings and hardly any luxurious item to speak of. It had an assorted sweet smell of seasoned wood, leather, masculine cologne and the musky strong masculine smell of man. Everything bespoke raw, pure, yet to be gentrified masculinity.

Something about this habitat made me feel like an over fertile breeding cow in heat. My udders felt engorged and bigger, and so sensitive that I could detect the slightest change in temperature. An overwhelming calmness began to spread from my face and scalp all over my body. All the muscles in my body seemed to melt, making me feel a highly heightened sense of my being. I felt every pore on my skin so acutely that it felt like the first time I'd ever realized I was woman.

My tongue was liquid nectar and I had a consuming need to take something, anything in my mouth.

Then I suddenly felt a radically different range of emotions so completely diametrical to what I'd been feeling. In this moment, a dark and ominous fear and doubt which had nothing to do with Dallas but all about me had descended like a dark cloud over me. I had come face to face with the man of my dreams. The man that formed the basis of all my adult erotic fantasies. The image upon which I'd based my judgement of every other guy I'd met. The reason I thought so little of mortal men. The guy I had always told myself I deserved. And now I'd found him I couldn't help but think: Was I Enough?

Had my previous smug, know-it-all attitude merely been a front shielding the overly sensitive, scared little girl I really am? Were my standards with regards men so high because I secretly wished I never found the man of my dreams?

I knew the answer to all these questions and it was breaking me to pieces.

My carefully perfected facade was slowly withering around me courtesy a man who until now hadn't said two words to me.

'Kneel.' Came Dallas' voice, claiming me fully from my own thoughts.

I sank to my knees while he stationed himself on the bed opposite me. He looked deep in my eyes and I'm sure he could read my mind. I'm sure he knew I was his for the taking. He knew I wanted him and bad. It was stupid trying to seem otherwise. I was his whore, his object. I could've as well been hanging from his ceiling like an embellishment.

'Are you special?'

'I guess? I've been called that a couple times.'

'Do you believe that'

'I really do not know'

Silence.

'No'

'You'd be even more foolish than you look if you believed that.'

I wasn't gonna argue

'How do you feel about yourself?'

I could give him the full 'strong and independent boss chick who doesn't need a man' encore. But I'm sure he'd see right through it and wouldn't be impressed. And something in me didn't want to bullshit this man.

'I feel weak and inadequate. I try to deny that to myself. But the more successful and better I get at proving to the world that I'm strong, the weaker and smaller I feel. A lot of times I just want a man like you to save me and make me feel like something. But I also feel too inadequate for a man to really want...'

'You're ranting. Nobody wants to hear your bullshit. I know a lot of stupid shit goes on in your retarded brain. It's best if it all remains there.'

'Yes. I totally agree and understand.'

'What do you hate about yourself.'

'Honestly, not a ton of things.'

Silence.

'My shoulders seem a little too wide'

He started checking his phone with boredom plastered all over his face. I'd never been ignored like this before in my life. This was all so new and immensely hot. Now I was hell bent on getting his attention. So I just kept talking.

'I feel like I'm an over-pampered and naive daddy's little girl with no life experience or real value to offer a man besides sex.'

He simply shrugged

'I toy with weak men to feel powerful. But I'm still just a worthless skank'

I wanted to scream 'please just look at me goddammit.'

Instead I just allowed silent tears roll down my cheeks.

'Strip. So we can see just how worthless you are.'

I felt a surge of pride. He wanted to see me naked. Would he like what he saw or would he be disappointed? I was monumentally self conscious. But I couldn't keep him waiting.

I quickly disrobed and was now standing as naked as ever before him. I've always been proud of my body and have gotten countless compliments and favours over it. I've also been naked around lots of guys no stress. But right now I was a nervous, insecure mess.

'Turn around' he spat.

I was deflated. He had no words for neither my perky, bouncy, juicy 34DDs nor my painstakingly hairless cunt.

I'm sure my ass was gonna get a reaction. Right?

I spun around.

Right now my juices were all the way to my knees. My inner thighs and pussy were hot and an electric bolt shot from my pussy straight to my brain each time I rubbed my thighs against each other.

'Bend over with your hands gripping your ankle you no good horny piece of shit whore.'

I obeyed.

'Why are you in my house now displaying your ass and pussy to me unsolicited.'

'Because I'm a naughty cheap whore?'

'Spread your ass cheeks wide'

Oh God. I felt like I was gonna topple over. I was giddy with excitement. I parted my butt cheeks and my drenched pussy lips for this man's inspection.

Nothing.

'Swat.'

said his palms with unbridled force directly to my pussy. I yelped and could immediately feel my tongue go bone dry. And in an instant, extreme pain gave way to an intense hazy good feeling of lightness. While I neither smoked nor drank, I'm sure this felt way better.

'Swat' His rough manly palm said to my tender pussy again.

I came. I had to. That was the only way I wasn't gonna pass out.

I don't think he realized I'd already cum. I hope he hadn't yet realized how easy and fertile a slut I was.

'Your hands back on your ankle and stand on tiptoes.'

My hands obeyed even before I heard the command.

'Look at me'

I began to shuffle around so as to be face to face with him as my heavy titties swayed lasciviously from side to side with my hands still around my ankles and my big ass jutting shamelessly out.

'Stay where you are you stupid fuck and just turn your head.'

I was already halfway around when he finished. And so I again started to shuffle back to my initial position looking like a retarded junkie bimbo. But this felt like the most important task I could ever embark on in the entire world. When I was back to having my ass and pussy in full view of him, I turned my head to the side so I could look at him.

He looked me deep in the eyes and still had the same aloof blank look in his eyes that got me here naked and bent over before him in the first place.

My eyes on the other hand must've been a Vista to all the lust, anticipation and hunger I was feeling inside and doing nothing to hide. He didn't break eye contact as he swung his right palm in an upward motion square in the crack of my ass. I jolted forward and fought hard to maintain balance. Then he walked to my left side, where my face was and stuck his big toe into my mouth. I sucked every last germ off of it. I kept sucking then he spanked my ass hard again and continued repeatedly using no particular pattern, rhyme or rhythm. Next he slipped his toe out of my mouth and began to kick my left boob like it was a football, while he slipped two or three fingers straight into my sopping mound. I let out a shamelessly wanton moan as I pushed my ass further to meet the visitors. He now stood behind me with his fingers secured in my pussy. Then he roughly jerked me upright using a fistful of my hair as leverage.

'Turn around.' he commanded.

He spat in my face as soon as our eyes met.

'Open your mouth'

I did and he spat in it. And again and once again; this time in my eyes.

He grabbed my neck and slapped me across the face while still spitting on my face. I stood on tiptoe to help him score my mouth more accurately. I desperately reached for his dick and he immediately asked me to keep my hands to myself.

'Hands behind your back!'

I obeyed. Then his right knee connected to my gut and I immediately doubled over and let my lunch out. I spewed and heaved and spit like a pig with cholera. I was panting hard and fighting for breath. Then he stepped back to assess his good work with a look of pride in his face. All my prior inhibitions and doubts seemed to escape with the puke. I had just entered a new realm of desire I didn't even know I could access. There was no going back for me.

'Take my dick out'

I quickly sank to my knees utterly desperate to get his cock out.

His silky smooth, bulbous head sprung out his shorts striking me on the cheek. My lips parted naturally and he unceremoniously shoved his mean roughly 7inch impaler into my head.

The contrast between the rough way this man fucked my skull and the gentle and controlled way he moved outside was driving me mad. I've always heard the saying: beware the quiet ones, but now it took on a whole new meaning to me.

'Eat that dick you wanton dick crazed whore. You know, only the absolute lowliest of sluts go around begging to be stuffed with dick right?' He dirty talked still without any emotion in his voice.

'Mmmphh mmgh' I mumbled while nodding my agreement mouthful.

He drove his dick far deeper than anyone had ever attempted before. I could feel my gag reflex twitching and he seemed to sense it too and went even deeper while commanding me to give in to the puke. My head was spinning from all the new, intense and compound feelings surging throughout my body and so I just found myself giggling uncontrollably like an idiot.

Next, he had me get on all fours and pulled me along behind him like a dog. Then he presented his butthole to me and ordered me to dig in. I did and immediately started to near another violent orgasm. God I ate this man's ass, leaving nothing out.

I burrowed furiously at my pussy as I licked his ass. Then he bent over slightly and ordered me to suck his balls from behind while I gave him a handjob.

I quickly obeyed and after sucking his balls a while, began to alternate between his balls and asshole.

'That's a good nasty mouth you have on you whore' he said in a muffled groan. The apparent lust in his voice adding fire to my zeal as I pick up speed like a raging lunatic.

'Enough bitch! Don't lick it too good!' He thundered. A smile creasing my face.

'You ever drank piss before ho?'

'No Sir. But I'd love to if you be so kind to let me taste yours.' I didn't recognize the voice I was hearing. She was so powerful, sexy, proud and free. God! Is this what it felt like to be a REAL woman?

'So open your throat and sit your ass on the floor!'

I was a mushy mess and so was the floor. There was sweat, puke and now there was gonna be piss all over and I'd be the center of it all.

I drank dose after dose after dose of his hot salty pee, then he bathed my body with the rest. I was beyond horny. I was wild, I was willing, I could do anything I was asked. I'd sunk into the depths of a most intensely pleasurable subspace.

'Now get up and hug the wall.'

I obeyed, struggling to maintain balance.

'O God please let him fuck me now. I can't bear anymore foreplay.' I muttered in silent prayer.

'May he please make me a happy slut and assault every inch of my eager pussy, boobies, asshole, nipples, LIFE!'

My prayer was immediately answered and he slid his stony manhood into my tender pot with a sudden and violent thrust. I threw my head back and let out a guttural howl!

'Oooh Fuuuuucck' I yelled in desperate surrender. I stood on tiptoe and pushed my ass unnaturally so he could fully impale me. He fucked me. Lord he fucked me!

Now he spanked both my tender baby boobs roughly with his palms. He then grabbed my hips and pulled me backwards away from the wall while still pounding me. When we were away from the wall, he had me bend all the way over, till my hair touched the messy floor. Then he slid his dick out of my pussy. As I turned around to protest, he slapped me across the face and pushed my head back down. Then he stepped away and left me there high, wanting and utterly powerless.

A moment later, I felt a cold liquid substance applied to my butt crack. Then Dallas's strong fingers invaded my butthole, directing most of the liquid to their destination. He was gonna burst my asshole and I couldn't wait for it. He took his time, in his usual unaffected and controlled manner, while I all but jumped out of my skin in excitement.

When he'd decided my hole had had enough, he began to invade his new conquest. I inhaled deeply and started to spew the the most depraved words the world has never heard:

'O yes. Rape that little dirty asshole. Take what belongs to you Daddy. Show me what a weak little slut I am. Nail me hard and rough. Breed that fertile cunt. Don't let me go. Forget about my desire. Use me how you see fit. Pimp that hoe ass!'

'Stand up!' He bellowed.

Before I could fully obey he spun me around in one deft maneuver facing him. I struggled to maintain any balance with knees that felt like jelly. He seemed to understand and held both my wrists up in his left palm above my head. Now my bare shimmering titties were jutting proudly at him.

I looked deep in his eyes. Still nothing.

His free hand found its way into my pussy and I naturally parted my thighs and thrust my pelvis forward granting him access.

I began to hump his fingers fervently, drooling shamelessly all over my titties.

'This is what you get for being a nosy little floozie.'

'Yes Sir. Punish me for being a nosy bitch.'

'You asked for this' he replied curtly and began to choke me.

Next he slapped me repeatedly across the face without warning. I'd cum so many times already, each orgasm seeming to blend into the next.

Dallas was a god. I had no inkling of a doubt about it. I was stunned emotionally, psychologically and physically. So clearly outmatched!

He seemed to have an endless store of new ideas hoarded in his head. Each one crazier than the last. I was beginning to reach my breaking point. But hell, I wasn't a quitter.

'Get your panties bitch.'

Up until now I'd completely forgotten what clothes I had on if any and where they were. So I scrambled around for a while before finding a crumpled red flimsy piece of fabric.

O yes! My thong.

I handed it over to Him and he shoved it in my mouth. My panties tasted like vanilla ice cream in my current state.

I was satiated. I was exhausted. I was happy.

'Now get your clothes on and fuck outta here. Leave those panties in your mouth too.'

As I walked out of his apartment onto the corridor, I felt sublime and couldn't erase the stupid smile on my face. I hurried in to my room and hurled myself onto my bed reveling in ecstasy. I looked in the mirror and saw myself in the messiest state I'd never seen her and yet felt the most beautiful I'd ever been. Only after I'd ridden my wave of satisfaction, did a curious thought descend on me. DALLAS NEVER CAME!!!