Seduction

Meg and I had both had exhausting days at work. During dinner we’d done little besides silently shovel food into our mouths. After I loaded the dishwasher, I stretched and said, “I’m gonna go play on the computer a bit, sweetie. I almost have enough points for Master Marksman!” I turned and as I headed out the door I heard behind me, “Fairy.”

I turned around, puzzled. “Huh?”

Meg shrugged. “I’m just saying you’re a fairy for playing a computer game instead of fucking a woman. I don’t mean that in a bad way. Some guys are like that.”

I rolled my eyes. I hate it when Meg tries to taunt me into having sex. I hate even more that it always works. Well, not tonight! “Whatever, Meg. I’m gonna go play in the computer room.”

So for about ten minutes I got to pretend I’m a Trandoshan novice scout, and then Meg came into the room. She’d changed into the baggie t-shirt she usually wears to bed. I kept playing, but tensed up a little, because I knew she might lean over my back, pushing her breasts against me, and rubbing her soft hands over my shoulders and arms – a technique that had worked for her more than once in the past. But she walked past and behind me to the other computer. (I’m a PC-er, and she’s a Mac person. But we’ve learned to set our religious differences aside for the sake of the relationship.)

Good, I thought, she’s just going to check her email, then go read in bed or something. I have to admit to a slight feeling of disappointment that she gave up so easily. Oh, well, back to shooting gorgs!

But soon I heard the sound of the video CD she had just put on her computer. That bitch! It was one of our favorites: two hot lipstick lesbians fucking each other. It was a brunette wearing a garter belt and nylons, and a blonde wearing just nylons and white high-heeled shoes. This was obviously their first porno, but that was part of what made it so damn hot. They were both really into fucking another woman, but also had all the movements and facial expressions of “real people” who are fucking: the hands trembling with passion, the look of happy surprise on discovering your partner’s “special spots,” the electric combination of tentativeness and lust that marks so many “first times.” The blonde in this video was clearly an experienced submissive. I don’t know whether the brunette knew this in advance. (The whole thing seemed unscripted.) It was fun and exciting to see the brunette following the blonde’s instructions for what to do to her, and obviously learning to enjoy “using” another woman.

I was NOT going to let this work on me! I concentrated on my game. Maybe I need a new laser rifle? I’ll do some shopping. Comparing statistics on different imaginary weapons should de-tumesce anyone.

The video was just the opening salvo in Meg’s attack, though. From behind me, I heard a combination of sounds I knew all too well. Her ragged breathing. The sweet, wet smacking sounds of fingers against a shaved, lust-swollen pussy. And Meg’s nasty comments, muttered under her breath.

When we were first dating, and after we’d started fucking, I kept trying to get Meg to watch pornos with me. She admitted that she liked them, but kept declining the invitations to watch with me. Given how uninhibited she was in other ways, this surprised me. Eventually, she confessed that she was embarrassed about how she got when she watched them: mean. Very mean. When I finally convinced her to let down her guard with me and we watched a porno together for the first time, her eyes focused on the screen like a cat watching a mouse it was ready to pounce on. And as the action heated up, her lip curled cruelly. Then she started growling commands at the actors. “Fuck that bitch! Hurt her with your cock! Yeah, you like it, don’t you whore?! Slap her bitch face!” I was mesmerized: her transformation was one of the most disturbing and arousing things I had ever seen. At the end of the first fuck scene, she looked over at me, panting and flushed. She was incredibly aroused, but also feeling vulnerable and a little ashamed. Our eyes met for a moment, then she said, “Fuck you!” I pounced on her, dragging her roughly to the floor. My cock was inside her pussy in seconds, and I instinctively slapped her across the face – far harder than I thought I could. I felt her pussy tighten on my cock in appreciation, and we discovered the last secret we’d been hiding from each other: we were BOTH into rough sex.

She moved in with me the next week.

Tonight, though, Meg seemed to be trying to say what she had to say as quietly as possible. “You like that vibrator up your cunt, blondie? Shove it into her harder! Come on, you dumb bitch! Can’t you see she wants it HARD? Oh, fuck, I’d push you out of the way and do it myself. Then I’d whip you both for being whores!”

Oh, I give up! I got out of my chair and went over to stand beside her. I’m honestly not sure she even knew I was there at first. Her eyes seemed hypnotized by the action on the screen, one hand was hiking up her t-shirt, her other hand had four fingers jammed into her wet pussy, fucking herself fast and surprisingly hard. I enjoyed the sight briefly, then bent over her and started to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples.

She moaned briefly, then shoved me back. “Fuck you!” she snapped. “I offered you pussy and you turned it down! Go play your game, little boy!” And she went immediately back to frigging herself and watching the video.

If she hadn’t done such a good job of getting me hard, I might have played along with her a bit longer, but I was in no mood to wait. I grabbed her beautiful chestnut hair and jerked her head back harshly, enjoying the pained grunting sound she made. I started to flick the tip of my tongue up and down her neck, in between saying, “I don’t need an INVITATION to fuck you! I don’t even have to ASK! Your cunt belongs to me, and I can fuck it any TIME and any WAY I want!”

Other nights she could have given me a stronger fight, but she was aching for it too, so she just purred like a cat in response. She twisted her head in my grip, but I knew that it was just to enjoy the pain of my hair-pulling even more. I used my other hand to rub her small but sexy tits and pinch her hard nipples. First I did it through her shirt. (There’s something sexy about feeling up a woman through her shirt: it’s like you’re “copping a feel” in high school.) Then I jerked her t-shirt up even higher and came around her to lick and suck her nipples. “Please,” she sighed, “lick my wet pussy! My pussy is all creamy and wants your tongue in it!”

I replied with a slap across her face. “I’ll decide what I do to you!” I barked (even though having a taste of her pussy-cum did sound pretty delicious just about then!). I jerked her by her hair off her chair and onto the floor, roughly pushing her face into the carpet. “Keep your slut face on the floor where it belongs, and stick that ass in the air!” She eagerly obeyed, placing her knees far apart for what she knew was coming. I let go of her hair so I could get behind her and I stuck my dick into her, fucking her doggie style. I did it fast and hard, intentionally ignoring what she wanted or needed. (But, of course, that WAS exactly what she wanted and needed.) In a haze of pleasure, she lifted her head off the carpet. I grabbed her hair again and jerked it, making her back arch in the most wonderfully sexy way. She obviously loved this, and I had to really tighten my grip until her moans of pleasure turned into the almost-screams that let me know she was at the edge of her boundaries – just where I wanted her to be. Then I shoved her face back into the carpet and ordered, “Keep it there this time!”

I fucked her brutally, pounding her for my own pleasure, which included the pleasure of knowing that I was driving her face and tits into the floor. In the background, the CD was still playing, and the submissive blonde was screaming as she approached orgasm from the brunette slamming a huge dildo up her cunt. “Take it, slut!” I hissed at Meg. “Feel the rug burns on your face and tits? That’s what you deserve, you filthy wet cunt!” I was hoping I could cum first, then make her beg to fuck me again so she could cum, but she had a couple of tricks left herself. I felt her reach her small, soft hand underneath herself, and start to massage her clit. I should have punished her for this, since I hadn’t told her to do it, but I always thought it was incredibly sexy. “Whore! You can’t even keep your hands off your clit when you’re getting fucked, can you?!” Her hand worked faster in response, and I could tell she was on the edge of cumming. Then she did what I was afraid of. Her hand slid back and started to caress my balls. I don’t know why, but this is one of my own “things.” A woman’s soft hand rubbing my balls while I fuck her – it’s so fucking HOT! Her cream-covered fingers slipped back and forth, rubbing her clit then massaging my balls, until she started to moan in orgasm, and I felt my own spunk rise in my cock before shooting into her.

We both panted and trembled for a moment. Then I pulled out and gave one last order: “Suck it clean!” She smiled and turned around, kneeling in front of me on all fours, and sucking the spunk and pussy-cum off my cock like a hungry puppy.

We lay down right there on the floor and held each other. I sighed, “I can never win with you, can I?”

Meg giggled. “Nope.”