My cell phone vibrated.

“U free?” No emoticons were in the text message. She was horny.

We met on a summer’s morning, a few years back, while we were waiting for the bus on our way to work; she smiled at me and asked if the bus was ever on time. I laughed and replied, no. I had stared at her many times on the bus and subway, at her tits to be specific. They were large, meaty, full and firm. In the summer, she flaunted them. Tight t-shirts, low cut tops and unbuttoned blouses. They would jiggle and bounce each time the bus hit a bump in the road. Many times my cock grew hard from staring at her. She would never look up from her e-reader while she was seated.

That is, till the day I got on the bus, spotted her seated and reading, and stood with my crotch directly in front of her face. Her eyes darted up from the e-reader; she stared at my crotch, and just as quickly darted her eyes back to the e-reader.

“What are you reading?” I asked her with a smile.

She looked up at me and pretended to be surprised as she replied, “Hey, good morning. I’m a bit late today, and was sure I had missed you. I got on at the bus stop before yours.”

“Me too, I was extra generous with the snooze button this morning,” I chuckled.

I asked her for her cell number, so we could text each other, if we were on our way to the bus stop in the morning. I told her that I enjoyed her company, and would wait for her, if she was on her way to catch the bus.

She quickly agreed and we exchanged cell numbers.

She texted me late one night; weeks after we had exchanged cell numbers. She confessed to being hesitant to ask me over to her place for drinks and conversation. I had told her I was married. But, she enjoyed my company and wanted to entertain me at her palce. I agreed. She made it clear that nothing sexual was going to happen between us. She was having an affair with another married man. They had been together for seven years. And, he had promised her that he would leave his wife for her.

Many times she had alluded to how rough I look, yet, stayed a gentleman when she was in my presence. I smiled at her and informed her that I was at her service. All she had to do was ask me to stop being gentlemanly to her. I got the reaction I had hoped for. She replied with a coy smile and confessed that a little rough is okay with her. Her married boyfriend was too gentle with her.

I am not going to write about the first time I fucked the living shit out of her. I’ll continue from where I started this; the text message with no emoticon. I texted 3 back. That’s what I named her, number three. She was the third women I had introduced to rope, since deciding to seek sexual pleasure outside of marriage.

“Leave the door open. Be naked in your hallway. I don’t have much time, see you in a few minutes,” I texted back.

She rented the first floor of a house, a few blocks away from me. Being so close was perfect for a late night, or early morning quickie.

“KK!” she replied.

I arrived at her house and opened the door. 3 was standing in the hallway, naked. I grinned when I noticed she was not wearing her glasses. I make her take them off when I am about to get rough with her. As much as she complains about me hurting her, she has never asked me to stop, no matter what I do to her. The first time we fucked, I was brutal on her. I pounded her hard, slapped her meaty tits, stuffed her cunt with my thick cock and fingers, till she tore on the inside and bled. I made her suck our cum and her blood off my cock before I left her place. The next day she told me that I had hurt her. I asked if she didn’t like being hurt. She replied that she didn’t stop me, so she guessed it was okay with her.

I walked in and locked the door behind me. She came to me and hugged me.

“Please be gentle, I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t hurt me again,” She panted in my ear.

“I’ll do what I want to you,” I growled in reply her fake plea.

I was going to be hard on her ass, very hard. She gets so fucking horny when I force her to do things. Reluctance and humiliation make her cunt drip. One time, we were in her bed after finishing a ‘vanilla’ session, at her request. After I had finished fucking her, she pouted and complained that I hadn’t made her squirt. I told her that she only squirts when I am rough with her. She begged me to make her squirt before I left. I slipped my left arm under her shoulders and pulled her against my chest, squeezing her tit hard and tugging at her nipple. I ordered her to spread her legs, and I slapped her cunt. As she got closer to cumming, I increased the force of the blows. She came hard, and squirted. She thanked me for making her squirt.

I turned her around by the shoulders and pulled her close to me, grinding my semi erect cock in to her back. I started with her nipples, gently rolling them between my thumb and finger. She gasped and looked down at what was causing her so much pleasure.

“I like when you do that,” she moaned.

I released her hard, erect nipples and slapped both her tits hard.

“Your tits jiggle and bounce so sexy, when I slap them, whore,” I growled into her ear.

She yelped at the hard blow on her big tits.

“Fuck me,” She pleaded, knowing full well that there wasn’t enough time for me to properly fuck her ass or cunt.

“No, I want your ass,” I calmly informed her.

She turned her head to look at my reflection in the hallway mirror.

She was use to not being fucked in a session. I would fuck her mouth or tits, and make her swallow my cum. She could suck on my cock for days, she had told me many times. She had great cock sucking skills, and almost no gag reflex.

I make her squirt and cum multiple times, every time I visit. Her cunt gushes for me when I use it hard. The first time I slammed my cock in her ass, she was on her back, hips at the edge of the mattress, her legs up in the air. She came and squirted on my cock, before my balls bounced off her ass on the first thrust. She moaned and nodded with great pride, when I told her she was a filthy whore.

I kicked her legs open till her feet were against the baseboards of each wall of the narrow corridor walls that led to her kitchen. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pushed her head away from me. 3 placed her hands against each wall of the corridor to steady herself and bent over slightly.

I wrapped my left arm around her chest and gripped her right breast. I squeezed her meaty tit hard and crushed it into her chest. 3 lowered her head and moaned as she wiggled her ass and pushed it into my crotch. My cock twitched and swelled to full erection. I grabbed hold of her right ass cheek and kneaded it hard and rough. I slid my hand in-between her legs and rubbed her dripping cunt. She was hot and soaked between her legs.

“Filthy slut,” I slowly growled at her in disgust as I pulled her meaty tit away from her chest.

3 moaned and nodded her head in agreement.

I slapped her cunt hard. She jumped and yelped from the force of the blow.

“Don’t fucking move, whore,” I snarled and hit her cunt again.

“Ohhh!” 3 gasped and nodded again.

I dug my fingers into the slick, hot meat between her legs. 3 quivered, she came and squirted into my hand.

“You’ve made a mess in the corridor, whore,” I growled.

She nodded and gasped. I released her meaty tit, gripped her throat and pulled her head into my chest. I slid two, cum covered fingers in-between her ass cheeks and pressed the tips against her asshole. 3 quivered in anticipation. I squeezed her throat tighter and forced my two fingers in her ass. 3 gasped moaned as my fingers slid into her ass.

“Hard, whore. I’m going to finger fuck your slutty ass hard,” I growled at her.

“Don’t hurt me,” she pleaded weakly.

I grinned to myself and sawed my two fingers hard and fast, in and out of her ass. 3 bent her legs and pressed her hands harder against the corridor walls, steadying herself. She pushed her hips back, spreading her ass wider for me. A few seconds of the brutal assault in her ass, was all it took for 3 to cum and squirt again. I added a third finger to the assault, stretching her ass wider. I looked down at my three fingers disappearing into her ass, as her ass cheeks jiggled from the force of my hand crashing into her ass.

“Does your ass burn on the inside, slut?” I snarled at her and twisted my three fingers deep inside her.

“Oh! Yes, it burns so good!” she sobbed.

I pulled my fingers clean out of her and slapped her cunt. The wet, sharp slapping sound bounced off the narrow corridor walls. 3 moaned and lowered her chin into the top of her chest. Her body quivered, as she squirted and came again.

I grabbed a fist full of her blonde hair, turned her, and pushed her back against the corridor wall. 3 spread her shaky legs and bent her knees. I pressed my forearm across her tits and pinned her in place.

“Open you slut mouth,” I growled.

3 opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I slapped her tongue with the three fingers that had pounded her ass.

“Whore, such a filthy, dirty whore. Taste your ass,” I snarled and shoved my three fingers in her mouth.

3 moaned and sucked on my fingers. I pushed them deeper into her mouth; she coughed and gagged when my fingers hit the back of her throat.

I fucked her mouth with my fingers and snarled, “You like the taste of your ass, don’t you, whore?”

She moaned and nodded her head. I slid my fingers slowly out of her mouth. I wiped the spit off of them on her tits.

“Get on your knees, whore. I want your knees on the mess your cunt made on the floor,” I ordered.

3 nodded and kneeled at my feet, placing both knees in the puddle on the wooden floor of the corridor, that had squirted out of her.

I pulled my fully erect cock out of my jeans, grabbed her by the hair and ordered, “Hands behind your back and open your slut mouth.”

3 obeyed. I slid my cock into her hungry mouth and pushed it down her throat. I grabbed her head with both hands and began to fuck her face. 3 moaned and gagged, and kept her water filled eyes locked on mine. I pumped my cock hard in and out of her throat.

When I was ready to cum, I pulled my cock out of her throat, keeping only the head in 3’s mouth. I growled as my balls tightened. My cock swelled in 3’s mouth, she smiled up at me as I emptied my balls into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around me, ensuring none of my cum would escape her mouth.

When I stopped pumping cum, I pulled out of her mouth. 3 tilted her head back and displayed for me, my own cum, pooled in her mouth. I nodded and grinned down at her. She smiled back and swallowed.

I put my cock away, did up my zipper, and left her kneeling in the puddle of her own cum.

Half way on the walk back to my house, I received a text from 3, “Thank you. That was beautiful.”

I grinned to myself and texted back, “You are welcome, whore.”