On her hands and knees, the sinewy muscles of her naked back jerked with each thrust I pushed into her. I had her long black hair pulled back, tightly gripped into a wad in my hand. I yanked it harder, pulling her face up so I could see the expressions on her face in the large wall mirror at the head of the bed.

“Oh god, fuck me!” She screamed and moaned as sweat ran down her face and dripped off her chin.

The steamy humidity sent sweat dripping down my own face, onto my chest then onto her. A puddle had formed on her skin, accentuating the large tramp stamp on her lower back. Yanking her hair even tighter, I slapped her ass hard with my other hand. The loud smack echoed around the room amidst her moans and my own grunts.

“Fuck me!” Her voice cracked as her sloppy cunt dripped its sticky nectar down my balls. “Fuck me hard, goddamn you!”

Furiously, I shoved my throbbing, erect cock into her harder and faster.

“I’m gonna fuck you like the damn slutty whore you are.”

Earlier that day…

“I’m pretty sure we’ve gotten all of them.” The crusty old man slid a shoe box full of compact disks and flash drives across his desk to me. 

Gray haired and wearing a rumpled, dark gray suit and wide, out of style, paisley tie, he mysteriously exuded a dangerous kind of authority. He was someone who knew all the dirty tricks and how to make things happen. The man leaned back in the chair behind his ancient dark cherry desk and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his suit jacket. Wheezing when he coughed, he leaned forward, offering the pack with a cigarette poking out.

“Do you smoke?”

“Oh, no sir, but thanks.”

“You don’t mind if I do, do ya?”

“It’s your office, Mr. Harrison, by all means do as you please.”

Pulling a very expensive, embossed silver lighter out of his desk drawer, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.

“All of the men have signed an affidavit swearing they have no more videos or pictures of your wife. My grandson has scoured the internet and he did delete just a few pictures from one of those ‘girlfriend’ sites, but he can’t find anything else. He’s damn good at that. I haven’t seen anyone better. You know, he just loves all that computer shit.”

I exhaled deeply, almost whistling as I glanced down at the shoe box. “I feel that you’ve been very thorough. And dammit, I’m going to keep you on a retainer just in case.”

“That’s a wise decision. I’ve been a goddammed private investigator for over forty years and experience has proven there’s always a fuckin’ chance that there is just one more hidden thing out there somewhere.”

He leaned forward, raising an eyebrow and looked me in the eye. “I can say that all these guys absolutely know they’d be the target of an aggressive lawsuit should anything be tied to them. We let ‘em know that in no uncertain terms. They signed off and understand their liability.”

Mr. Harrison leaned back and grunted as he cleared his throat. “Your wife is damn lucky, with her being a minor celebrity and all. It’s really goddamn amazing that none of this became public. You know how the tabloids love that kind of shit.”

“We’re damn lucky.” I pulled my checkbook from my inside suit pocket. “I guess I’ll finish paying up.”

And goddammit, this check was going to hurt!


**************** 

It was well after dark, when I finally got home that evening. I had worked late at the office, eating supper at my desk. In fact, my assistant had picked up a sandwich for me from the shop in the lobby of our building before she left. 

Having showered at the gym after my work out, I was feeling fresh, but a little tired as I walked in the door to the kitchen from the garage.

I pulled a chair out and sat at the dinette table, setting the shoe box in front of me and looking at the compact disks and flash drives piled in it. I had just begun to imagine all the debauchery I would discover on them, when I heard the distinct click of high heels on a hardwood floor and knew my wife was walking down the hall toward me.

“Hey babe!” She walked in, looking sexy as always, in a short ruffled mini skirt and silky blouse. Her long black hair was, as always, immaculately styled. A glance at her long tan legs fueled my libido. 

“I’m so glad you’re home,” she said.

“So anything interesting happen at work today?” I asked.

“Nah, it was slow. I left just after lunch and went to the mall.”

“My poor little workaholic wife,” I quipped sarcastically.

“Oh hush.” Kayla walked over and sat on my lap, straddling me with her freshly waxed legs and shoved her surgically enhanced tits in my face. She whispered in my ear, “I bought some things at Victoria’s Secret.”

“Mmm,” I moaned just before she gave me a long passionate kiss, shoving her tongue into my mouth. When I came up for air, I asked, “Do I get a fashion show?”

“Don’t you always?” Kayla’s tongue teased my ear lobe as she softly whispered. 

With her arms around my neck, she placed her forehead against mine, her black pupils seductively half hidden under her dark shadowed eyelids. Her red lips widened as the edges curled into a mischievous smile.

“Jason?”

“Yeah, babe.”

“What’s in the box behind me on the table?”

“What do you think it is?”

Kayla almost jumped out of my lap as she sprang upward, her eyes wide with excitement.

“My videos?!?” She seemed exuberant.

“What? Do you think this is Christmas? Do you know how much that cost?” Having spent a few months working with a private investigator to collect all the past sex videos and naked pictures of Kayla, now my wife, had been quite an expensive and stressful saga.

“Is it everything?”

“Yes, as far as we know, this should put an end to this ordeal.”

“Do you want to watch them?”

My expression turned very stern. “Are you kidding? Watch you…” 

“What? Like it won’t give you a great big boner?”

Kayla leaned in and licked my neck up to my ear, her tongue swirled around my lobe before her teeth very gently scraped up and down the edges of my ear. 

“I know you; and watching will make you so fucking horny,” she whispered.

Kayla pulled my chin toward her face with her eyes locked on mine. “It will be so hot, just like the time when you found those old videos of me and Andre.”

Part of me wanted to destroy those goddamn videos and pictures, but another part of me, an inner beast of morbid curiosity and desire, one that I could not suppress, did want to see the videos.

I wondered how the fuck I’d arrived at this point in life. Why the hell did I actually want to see videos of my wife fucking her old boyfriends? And also, why the hell did I not want to see them? 

Years before when Kayla and I had first become involved, right away she unveiled her wildly exhibitionist side. She took the lead as we often videoed ourselves having sex. I had videoed her masturbating and there were the countless naked photos she had me take of her. We were both just nineteen years old then, with no thought of consequences.

It was something I had always struggled to understand, but knew she had been told over and over her entire life how beautiful she was. The countless beauty pageants, her ribbons, tiaras and trophies reaffirmed that. She had a deep down need to be seen, watched and worshipped.

I remembered, early on when we were at the university, sitting in class next to each other. She wrote on a piece of paper and slid it over to me, ‘that guy is looking up my skirt.’ She cut her eyes to show me which guy. Sure enough, he was peeking at her every chance he got. Kayla looked at me, her eyes twinkled with mischievous excitement, and she opened her legs several inches. She leaned over to me and whispered, “I’m not wearing panties.”

So, that was the girl I had fallen in love with. Yeah, fuck me! She was gorgeous as hell and a sexual whirlwind like I’d never experienced before.

Kayla was right, I had seen some of the previous videos and I could not deny the extreme sexual arousal, somehow born in jealousy and the need to retake what I wanted to be mine.

From the beginning of our relationship I would have been satisfied to have started a lifelong monogamous journey. But that never came to pass. Ours was a stormy affair that became a series of break ups and getting back together. That led to several different encounters for both of us, as if it were a battle to one up each other’s sexual exploits.

Eventually we worked out our differences and made our relationship permanent. There had just been that problem of the sex videos.

“Now is not the time.” I meant it too. I had just spent a small fortune acquiring the last of the videos. Her carelessness had proved to be very expensive. 

Kayla straddled me again and stroked my pecker through my trousers. She pressed her forehead on mine, again looking deep into my eyes.

“C’mon baby. Would you like to see one from California?”

“No.”

“I was such a slut,” she whispered in my ear, “nothing off limits, you wanna see me get fucked?”

“No!”

“Fucked in the ass?”

“I said NO!”

“Oh, c’mon baby, fucked from behind with a cock in my mouth?”

“I’ll show you something!” I grabbed her by the face and pinched her lips together. “That mouth belongs to me, it sucks only my dick, goddammit!”

Kayla’s eyes sparkled wildly and her breathing heaved as she kept stroking my cock through my pants.

“Your pussy belongs to me, bitch!”

With one swoop, I stood up, easily picking her up in my arms. I then tossed her over my shoulder and headed down the hall for the bedroom. 

“Are you gonna fuck me?” she giggled.

With my free hand I reached up inside her skirt and yanked her little thong panties down to her knees.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you, slut,” I stated as I carried her down the hallway.

“Oh, Mr. Macho, huh?”

“I’ll show you some goddamn macho.”

She laughed. “I’m countin’ on it.”

I carried Kayla into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. Immediately, I jerked her panties the rest of the way off, tossed them back over my shoulder across the room and they landed on a lamp shade on the dresser.

“You did it again.” She laughed.

Kayla spread her legs wide before me. Her pussy lips were already glistening wet.

“Is this what you want, Jason?” 

“What?”

“My pussy.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna take that pussy, that mouth, those tits, that ass,” I stood before her unzipping my trousers, “I’m taking it all.”

Kayla’s wide spread legs fanned in and out as she lay back on her elbows on the bed.

I reached down and smacked her pussy with the back of my hand.

“Oooh!” she screamed and sucked her lower lip into a surprised girlie smile.

“Are you asking?”

“Hell fucking no,” I demanded, “you taunting me with those fucking videos — your stuff is mine, I’m the fucking boss.”

She eagerly pulled her blouse off and tossed it to the side. Her round, firm titties heaved with anticipation. I pulled my legs free from my pants and tossed my boxer shorts at Kayla’s face. They landed on her head.

“Sniff those why don’t ya?”

She giggled as she took the boxers in her hand and sniffed them. “Mmmm, they smell like your cock.”

I dropped my shirt to the floor and pulled my socks off. With an impish grin spread across her lips, Kayla lay on the bed watching me.

“Why don’t you go get that box?”

“Box?”

“With the videos, asshole!” She looked at me dropping her jaw, “Duh!”

“I ain’t your doofus and I don’t need to see those fuckin’ videos.”

“Well, maybe I’m not in the mood.” She haughtily tossed her head to the side, flinging her hair.

I laughed.

“What?” she exclaimed.

“Not in the goddamn mood – my ass.” I pointed at her spread legs fanning in and out. “You want my cock so bad, I could make you beg.”

“No way, no - fuckin’ - way!”

I stepped forward, my knees against the bed, grabbed Kayla’s legs and forcefully pulled her toward me. She was then sitting on the edge of the bed. Grabbing her head by her hair, I pulled her face to my crotch.

“Beg, bitch!”

Still holding her head tight, I grabbed my semi-erect cock with my other hand and wiggled it in front of her nose.

“Look at my cock and beg.”

Kayla looked up at me, her deep brown eyes, giving off a puppy dog look.

“Can you smell my cock?”

Her lips were pulled tight. I could tell she was fighting back a smile.

“Sniff that cock and then beg for it!”

I pulled her face against my mostly erect prick.

Kayla’s eyes closed and she rubbed her nose against the length of my cock, inhaling the aroma as she went.

She looked up at me, her dark eyes half hidden under her eye lids. “Please,” she whispered.

“Slut, did I hear you say please?”

“Yes! You fuckin’ asshole!” Kayla grabbed my cock and kissed it. Poking her tongue out of her mouth, she slid it from the top down to the base of my, by then, totally erect and throbbing member.

Rubbing my cock, she again turned her face upward and looked me in the eyes. Her eyes twinkled and with huge toothy smile she cracked, “Please fuck the shit out of me, you asshole.”

I half-smiled back at her. 

“Suck my goddammed cock!” I didn’t let go of her hair as she began licking my hard dick. “Deep throat that fucker – I want your lips against my crotch and balls.”

Kayla gulped and her throat heaved slightly, but she took my entire cock into her mouth and throat. I looked toward the large mirror at the head of the bed and could see the lump my cock had made in her throat.

“That’s it, slut, suck that cock!”

Kayla’s head went back and forth until she had to come up for air. She gasped loudly, but I never eased my grip on her hair.

“Suck it!” 

She pushed her mouth back onto my cock, then pulled back and started licking along the length and down my ball sack. Kayla bent forward and ducked her face beneath my crotch so she could suck and lick the underside of my nuts and use her teeth to chew on the backside of my scrotum.

Kayla pulled her head back and looked up at me with her brown eyes. “I’m really good at this aren’t I?”

Still gripping her hair, I looked at her. “Yeah.”

With a devilish grin she said, “That’s cause I have so much experience.”

“Uhmm…” 

Without saying anything, I let go of her hair and walked over the writing desk in the back of the bedroom and opened the top drawer. I knew several markers were there. I quickly grabbed one.

Meanwhile, Kayla lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide again. She looked at me giggling as I walked back over. 

“I thought you were about to go get those videos.”

I reached over and grabbed her hair hard and yanked her head to me with one hand while I used the thumb on my other hand to pop the top off the marker. 

“Enough with the fuckin’ videos.”

Then pulling her face by her hair toward me, I quickly drew a circle around her mouth.

“I said that mouth is mine!” 

Kayla’s eyes opened wide with astonishment as her jaw dropped and her mouth formed a long ‘O’.

“Those lips and that tongue belong to my dick!”

I pulled her face to my crotch and ordered, “Now suck!”

Kayla moaned and purred as she buried her lips around my cock. Her head bobbed back and forth and her breathing intensified, getting much louder. Reaching around me, she began stroking my buttocks. Spittle ran down her chin as she continued sucking and licking, but I still clenched her hair and had that marker in my other hand.

Not at all ready to cum, I pushed her back on the bed and crawled on top of her and kissed her. Kayla’s tongue pushed deep into my mouth and swirled around my tongue. She coaxed my tongue further into her mouth and began to suck very hard on it until I sucked her tongue back into my mouth. 

By then I was getting eager to taste Kayla’s pussy, so I pulled her further up on the bed to my side and slid down between her wide open legs. Perspiration was building on her stomach, her skin everywhere damp and clammy signaling that she was totally aroused. 

I kissed down to her little, black trim patch. I could see the perspiration shining on the skin beneath the very short hair. I ran my nose, tongue and lips down the little trim job until I arrived at her clit at the top of her twat. I could easily see how swollen it was, protruding from its metal studded hoodie. Just as I thought they would be, her swollen pussy lips were already shiny wet before I even slid my tongue along their length. She was drenched from excitement.

“Lick me Jason!” She moaned and squirmed. “Make me cum.”

“You’ll cum when I tell you to cum.”

She snickered.

Her swollen pussy lips were soaked and I could see sweat beads building in the corners of her crotch. Two metal studs adorned Kayla’s glistening wet cunt lips below her clit. I began to work my tongue down her pussy.

I softly kissed and nibbled along her juicy cunt lips, allowing my nose to just barely brush them. And even though her cunt was so wet it needed no extra lubrication at all, I spit on her clit, then spit again on her labia. I started to gently finger her clit, which sent Kayla into a writhing fury.

My tongue slid inside her juicy lips as I spread them open with my fingers, sliding one inside her. Her protruding little clit nob shined wet in front of my nose. I began to tease it with my tongue as my finger explored inside her cunt until I was caressing her g-spot behind her clit.

“Oh god! Yes! Jason! Goddammit Yes! Right there!” A long purring moan followed.

Sliding more fingers inside her, I increased the massaging speed while still teasing her clit with my tongue. Very soon I could feel Kayla’s familiar clench and knew she was on the verge of cumming. I started to slow down.

“Don’t slow down! Pleeease let me cum!” Her voice was shrill and loud as her torso lifted off the bed and she pushed her crotch into me.

I increased speed again and could feel her clench. Kayla’s thigh muscles tightened and her stomach hardened. Her butt lifted up off the bed and she gasped and grunted.

“Ooohhh ooohhh! Yes!” she screamed. “Oh fucking shit!”

Her thighs gripped like a vice and she shook. I let go of her and she rolled over and collapsed, squeezing her legs together tight.

“Oohh – uhhh!” she cried a few times as she squirmed.

Rolling over onto her back she spread her legs, grinned at me and said, “Did you say I could cum?” She taunted me.

I rubbed my chin. “Hmmm, I’ll have to punish you for that.”

“I can’t wait, you asshole,” she said giggling.

“Asshole? You’re gonna taste my asshole.”

“Did you shower after the gym?”

“You’ll find out when you stick your tongue in my ass.”

She grinned devilishly. “You did shower, right? Because you smell like that cheap cologne they have at the gym.”

“You like that don’t ya?”

“It is kind of sexy,” she said as she started to softly stroke my face with her hand. “Makes you smell like a cheap encounter.”

I pulled her to me and tongue kissed her. “Do you taste your pussy on my mouth?”

“Yeah.”

“Suck your pussy off my tongue.”

Kayla’s lips wrapped tightly around my tongue as she sucked it into her mouth. With her pierced tongue stud probing and sliding all around, she sucked my tongue very hard. A loud pop sounded as I pulled from her mouth.

“Did you taste your nasty pussy?”

“It ain’t nasty and, yes, I tasted it.”

“It’s gonna be good and nasty after I get finished with it.”

Kayla looked at me and giggled.

I lay back toward the pillows at the top of the bed and spread my legs. “Taste me, slut!” I’m pretty sure I had a wicked smile on my face.

Kayla was propped up by that time on one hand, sitting on the side of her ass, her legs out to the side. Her deep brown eyes staring at me wide open with her eager anticipation. Totally naked, she looked sexy as hell. Still looking at me, she leaned forward onto all fours and crawled to me and planted my cock in her mouth.

“Deep, goddammit!” With one hand I grabbed her hair. “Deep throat that fucker.”

I’ve never figured out how anyone can do that, but Kayla can do it well. 

She pushed her face forward until my cock disappeared. Her sexy lips spread around the base of my cock until they were pressed firmly against my crotch. I could feel the pressure from her tongue ring along the underside of my cock. 

Yes, there was a lump in her throat and that lump was my hard throbbing pecker. Even with my cock poking down her throat her eyes were still peeled on mine.

I know I was grinning from ear to ear when I pinched her nose with my fingers. I just couldn’t resist. Kayla jerked her head back, freeing my cock, which is pretty damn thick, from her throat and mouth, popping loudly when it came out.

She inhaled and glared at me. “Asshole!”

I smiled.

She sat up and kissed me, forcing her tongue in my mouth. “Taste your own cock, asshole!”

I grimaced with a sour look. 

She then licked my face, up one side, across and down the other before deep tongue kissing me again. I kissed her back.

“I’m gonna make you pay for that.” I looked at her sternly.

Kayla’s mouth popped open, curled upward at the edges, her jaw had significantly dropped, like a little girl that has just been offered some candy or ice cream. Of course, making Kayla pay in sex, was like candy or ice cream to her. 

“Uh, huh,” I said.

Her expression didn’t change.

“Now lick my fucking ass.”

Kayla dropped down and took my pulsing boner in her hands. She very eagerly ran her tongue from the head to the base and back up several times, very sloppily actually. Spittle oozed down her chin. Her breathing sounded heavier. Then her tongue slid down my nuts while she stroked my cock. The sensations pressing against my cock were definitely heightened by the presence of her tongue ring.

Damn, was my cock throbbing. It was aching. 

My brain felt almost like mush but I could still spew out some words. “Suck it all, bitch. Lick it, suck and lick my fuckin’ damn ass!”

Kayla’s teeth gently scraped along my nut sack and she came back up, teeth scraping down the length of my tingling pecker and down my nut sack. I’m sure I was moaning. Her tongue pushed out and probed along my scrotum, leading a slow exploratory journey lower. Kayla then pushed my legs apart with her hands.

“Back,” she said as she pressed my legs backward, rolling my ass forward, she exposed it much more.

Kayla, by then sitting back on her knees, stared at me with her big beautiful brown eyes, which gleamed with excitement and she playfully stuck her tongue out at me.

“You want it?”

“Quit wasting time and taste my ass, dammit!”

Kayla giggled and leaned forward, burying her face underneath my nuts. I felt her warm wet tongue as she dragged it from the base of my nut sack downward across my asshole and down my crack. Slowly she slid her tongue with that stud ring in it upward, wiggling it along the way.

I could hear Kayla moan, like a low purring in her throat. She then pressed her long tongue hard into my crack and slurped up and down between my ass cheeks. Eagerly she began to push her tongue ever harder into my crack and quickly lick her tongue from the top of my crack to the top of my nut sack, back and forth she went. 

Kayla’s drippy slurping soon had my ass crack sloppy wet. She stopped at my asshole, pressing the tip of her tongue in and swirled it around. It felt amazing as she worked my asshole with her tongue and I let out a low slow moan. 

I was mesmerized watching Kayla sloppily work her tongue, licking and drooling between my ass cheeks. Her heavy breathing forced her big firm breasts to heave up and down. It was then that I caught a glimpse of her from behind in the dresser mirror. Kayla was of course on her knees, leaning into me, which pushed her ass upwards and her legs spread outwards for stability. That left her juicy, swollen, excited cunt lips easily accessible to view. 

I couldn’t believe that she was so damn wet! Her cunt was oozing so much juice that the corners of her crotch were slick and shiny. As she moved her head up and down, face buried in my ass crack, it twisted and shook her body enough for her swollen labia to wiggle and shake as they dangled from her cunt.

“Goddamn,” I hissed, “Eat my crack you nasty slut.”

I knew what Kayla liked. And one thing she loved was to be treated like a cheap whore when we fucked. I didn’t think it was possible to come up with anything too crude to say to her. The harder I tried, the more it turned her on. 

“Rub that slutty nose of yours into my asshole.”

Kayla pushed her entire face hard into my crack. I could feel her nose rubbing up against my pucker hole.

How many men have had an official beauty queen rub their nose into their asshole? I don’t know. Hell, maybe beauty queens love it most of all. 

“Dammit slut! Give me the best whore treatment you got now.”

Kayla moaned loud and again slid her pierced tongue hard along the length of my crack, up my balls and she gave the base of my swollen cock a little nibble with her teeth. 

“C’mon, whore, make me moan,” I grunted and dug my hands into the hair on her head. “You sure cost me a lot.”

Kayla pulled her face, dripping with spittle, from between my ass cheeks and looked at me. “Well, fuck, I’m not a cheap whore.”

“Kayla, you sure aren’t,” grabbing a handful of her hair hard, I yanked her head upward. “You’re a goddammed expensive whore, that’s for damn sure.”

“You better believe I’m an expensive whore!” She shoved her face hard into my crack. Her luscious tongue again slid the length of my crack up to my balls and then back to my asshole.

“FUCK!” A sharp pain shot from my sphincter. “Ow!”

I snatched her hard by the hair and jerked her face back. “You just bit my fucking asshole!”

With her chin, nose, and face shiny wet, Kayla looked at me and laughed. She then pushed her face back between my cheeks. I felt her teeth clench around my asshole. Her mouth still open enough to push her tongue out, she pushed it into my hole.

I know my jaw dropped open. 

I felt a combination of pain and pleasure as she worked both teeth and tongue on my poor little asshole. Kayla followed up by again sliding her slick tongue along my crack, top to bottom, and applying pressure with her tongue ring.

“Oh fuck!” Given over to complete ecstasy, my body was almost totally limp, but my fully erect member was throbbing away, boiling like a steam engine ready to burst.

Finally she stopped and pulled her face up. “You like that, dickwad?”

“I’ll dickwad your ass.”

“You better dickwad my ass!”

“You love it in the ass too damn much,” I shook my head.

“Maybe I should make you beg for that.”

Suddenly Kayla jumped on top of me. Out came her tongue, protruding like a wet shiny reptile that she planned to use as a weapon. She started her tongue at my chin and forcefully licked the length of my face stopping at the top of my forehead. She then slithered that warm wet tongue of hers down one side of my face and up the other before she kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue pushed in, searching for mine and wiggled all around before she pulled it back out.

“Ha! So there Mister Smartass,” she giggled triumphantly. “I just licked your face after licking your ass, what do you think about that?”

I wiped my hand across my face and sighed loudly. “Oh, you’re gonna pay, yep, you’re gonna pay big time.”

“Make me pay, Mister Big Threat.” Kayla stuck her tongue out at me and wiggled it.

I looked at her and chuckled.

“What’s so damn funny,” she asked.

I pointed at her face and circled my finger around her mouth where I had drawn on it with the marker. “I own your mouth, right there where I circled it!”

“You don’t own shit!” Kayla giggled, defying me. 

I grabbed and clenched her hair with one hand while reaching behind me to find the marker. It was lying on the bed beside us and I soon had it in my hand. Then I yanked her by the hair closer to me and quickly drew a circle around each of her titties.

“Those titties are mine!” I attempted to give her a stern look, showing her I was in charge. “I own those tits!”

“You didn’t pay for ‘em.”

“Oh fuck, I may not have paid that bill, but I’ve paid alright and I’m claiming them.” I bent my head down and licked both of her pierced nipples. “I’m the conquerer, you’re mine – all your stuff belongs to me!”

Kayla’s jaw had dropped wide open again with the corners of her mouth turned upward into her particular childish smile.

“Prove it!”

I grabbed her and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Then I hastily drew a big circle around her entire butt. “I own that ass!”

“Ha! I taught YOU about anal, Mister!” Kayla haughtily chuckled.

“Veni, Vedi, Vici!” I declared.

“Oh! Mister Latin speaking smartass is it, huh?” Kayla retorted.

I swatted her ass hard with an open hand, the smack echoed around the room as Kayla yelped out loud.

“You wanna another?”

Kayla slowly wiggled her ass as she turned her head toward me. Her entire inner crack was shiny wet. I still had her hair clenched in my other hand and I grinned as I noticed pussy juice streaming from between her swollen aroused cunt lips. It had oozed down her inner thighs leaving a creamy sheen all between her legs.

She arched her back downward and squirmed. “Yeah.” Her eyes beamed.

WHACK! I slapped her ass cheek very hard, leaving a white imprint of my hand that soon turned red. Kayla shrieked and squirmed more. Her gleaming eyes were glued on mine.

Questioningly, I raised my eye brows.

Kayla nodded yes. “Another.”

WHACK!

“Oh shit! That one really stung!” she screamed. 

I chuckled.

Then I grabbed the marker that had rolled over, almost under my knee. I bent over and closely examined her ass between her butt cheeks. Letting go of her hair, I spread her cheeks apart and drew a circle inside them around her asshole, which was drenched in oozing pussy juice. In fact the entire area inside her crack was so wet I didn’t think the marker color would stick, but to my surprise, it applied very well.

“There, slut!” I informed her authoritatively, “I have claimed your little asshole. It’s mine!”

“Well, are you gonna stare at it all day?” Kayla giggled. “Or do something about it?”

I got off the bed and took a couple of steps to the nightstand, opening the top drawer. I planned to fuck her in the pussy after I plowed her asshole. So there I found what I needed, a couple of boxes of condoms.

I pulled a package one from the box. “You don’t seem to need any extra lube, but I’m gonna grease that asshole of yours up real good.”

Then I snatched a squirt bottle of KY Lube from the drawer. “Your little butthole is gonna squish for days,” I laughed.

“You wish,” Kayla said.

“Yep, I’m gonna have you walking funny for days.”

“Bring it on!” she challenged.

I crawled upon the bed, pulling myself up behind her ass, which was invitingly pointed upward at me. Having torn the condom package open, I rolled it onto my hard boner. Then I squirted some lube on it before squirting some down her crack and onto her asshole. I squirted a very generous amount onto my finger and began to work it into her tight little puckerhole.

“Shit, are you gonna use the whole bottle?” she laughed.

“Like I said, you’re gonna squish for days.”

“Shut up, asshole,” she giggled, “you’re gonna make me laugh too hard.”

I pushed the head of my engorged member against her asshole.

“Go slow,” she exclaimed, “you’re so goddamn thick.”

“And don’t forget it!” I said.

“Like I’d ever forget that?”

I began to work the head of my condom covered prick slowly into Kayla’s ass. In the headboard mirror I could see her clenched jaw and lower lip sucked up under her top teeth. Her eyes were closed tight and she gripped the bottom bed-sheet into her fists.

I pushed in a little, then slightly pulled back and could hear a low moan escape from Kayla’s throat. I pressed in a little further, watching her grip on the bed as she pulled the sheet a little tighter. As I continued to enjoy seeing Kayla’s face in the mirror, I slowly pushed further as she seemed to chew at her lower lip.

Soon my hard pecker was pushed all the way in, my torso pushed tight against her shiny sweaty ass cheeks. I began slowly rotating my hips from side to side, pulling up a little and then pushing down.

“Are you ready?”

“Oh fuck, Jason, quit teasing me,” the words breathily escaped her mouth like a loud hissing whisper, “just fuck me now, fuck me.”

Kayla’s asshole felt tight. It always has felt tight, almost too tight, a deep all over grip that chokes my throbbing penis. If I hadn’t been wearing a condom, I’d have lost it and filled her ass with my hot cum in a only a couple of minutes. So the slight loss of sensation from wearing the condom allowed me to fuck her ass a really long time. 

For several minutes I plowed her ass like a Nebraska cornfield. Kayla was yelling, moaning, panting and shaking. I grabbed a handful of her hair, jerked her head back and held it firmly in place with my hand. After making her shriek by smacking her ass hard with my other hand, I reached forward and grabbed her by the throat.

“How do you like it, you nasty little slutty bitch?”

My hand, ever so slightly choking her, Kayla gurgled out, “I fucking love it!”

“Who’s a little whore?”

“I am!” she yelled back at me.

“What are you?”

“A whore goddammit!” 

“A what?”

“I’m a slutty whore!” Kayla screamed while I was slamming my engorged cock into her greased asshole. “I’m you’re fucking whore. All yours!”

Kayla, by that time, had also been fingering her clit for a few minutes. Her hand was wiggling back and forth as fast as it could go while her fingers, planted around her clit and hoodie, almost seemed to vibrate. Watching all this in the mirror while her dangling belly button ring swung almost violently created a delightful visual stimulation.

As my torso banged into her with my cock deep in her ass, my balls slapped up against her wet, swollen pussy lips. They were oozing so much juice that it stuck to the front of my nut sack, sometimes leaving a sticky, stringy trail from my nuts to her labia.

“Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!” Kayla screamed over and over again. “Oh my god, fuck me!”

Her body tensed. I could see the muscles in her lower back tighten and her shoulders clenched. She let out a low growl that soon turned to a groan. Next she began a loud inhale that vibrated her vocal chords into a long ‘Uuuhhh!’ that grew louder by the second. It seemed as if she had just sucked most of the air from the entire neighborhood into her chest. Her big tits heaved.

“Oh, goddammit fuck!” Kayla screamed real loud. The sound echoed around the room. “I’m cumming!”

‘This is fun,’ I thought. So I jerked her head back again and smacked her ass hard. Whatever she yelled was loud but inaudible. I smacked her ass again as she continued some kind of loud animalistic wail. I next reached down and pinched her pierced nipple, not gently either. Meanwhile, I kept thrusting my hard boner into her ass.

“Oh, uh, uh – oh fuck! fuckin’ fuck!” Finally Kayla yelled something I could understand.

“Oh god! Help me, Jason!” she yelled.

Still thrusting away, “Help you?”

“Please stop!” Kayla’s voice sounded desperate. “Please stop! I’m still cumming! I’m cummin’ so hard! Please stop! oh! Oh! Fuckin’ Fuck!”

In that case, I thought I’d relent. I stopped pushing my prick into her ass. I released my clenching grip on her hair. But I did enjoy smacking her ass one more time just before she rolled over onto the bed.

“Oh my god!” She said it like a loud, desperate whisper.

Kayla’s lower lip was quivering as she collapsed onto her back, both legs laid over, tight together at the knees on one side. She used the bottom of her palms to push at the area just above her clit. Kayla jerked suddenly a few times as her lips still quivered and her stomach sucked in and out. 

“Oh damn!” she reached up and gripped her hair at the top of her head. “Oh shit, shit, shit.”

Rolling over onto her side, Kayla collapsed face down into the bed-sheet and lay motionless for a couple of minutes.

“Can I get you anything?” I enquired. There was no response for several seconds.

“No.”

“You alright?”

“Oh god, I didn’t think I’d ever quit cumming.”

I got up, pulling the condom off my dick and walked into the bathroom to toss it in the trash can. My cock had started to soften after pulling out of Kayla’s ass and watching her long orgasm.

I went back to the bed and plopped down next to her. She seemed to have caught her breath, so I grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her over on top of me. Immediately Kayla started kissing me and rubbing my cock.

“Do you wanna watch a couple of those videos now?” she seductively whispered in my ear.

“Uh, umm…“ I started, but she interrupted.

“C’mon, you know you’ll get all worked up seeing me in action.”

“In action!?” I hissed, “with those guys?”

“Yes, you got worked up watching those other ones.”

“How about we watch some of me?” I said.

Kayla giggled. “You’re only in ones with me.”

“That’s what you think!” I exclaimed. “I made some.”

“Uh-uh, no you didn’t.”

“Yep.”

“With who?”

“Oh yeah, I did,” I declared. “Tammy, you remember Tammy.”

“Oh! That whore bitch!” Kayla was shaking her head.

“There was Roxanne and Misty.” I nodded my head.

“I don’t believe you!” Kayla jutted her jaw. “Misty, my ass, she’s a prude.”

“Misty was not a prude.”

“But no way in hell did she make any sex videos with you!”

I laughed. “I guess not, but she wasn’t a prude.”

“Prude!” Kayla laughed. 

“Well she could ride cowgirl real good, she buttfucked, and she even licked my ass.”

“Misty!?” Kayla looked at me in disbelief. “That church girl!?”

“I swear she did. Lots of church girls eat ass.” 

Kayla cracked up laughing. “Well, you should know.”

I sat up and pulled Kayla in my lap and we kissed some more.

“I made a fuck video with Kimberly.”

“Oh no! You did not!” Kayla grabbed me hard by the chin and shook her head, “No way! Tell me you didn’t!”

I laughed. “Kimberly’s made a lot of fuck videos.”

“Goddam her, she’s my best friend!”

“And I fucked her a lot!”

“I know, damn you,” Kayla was shaking her finger right in my face, “You asshole, pickin’ out my best friends for bridesmaids and knowin’ you fucked half of ’em – that really sucked!”

“It was YOU that always broke up with ME,” I added. “I wouldn’t have fucked any of them if you hadn’t broke up with me.”

“But they’re MY friends, I didn’t fuck any of your friends.”

“Your friends were my friends too, hell, I introduced you to half of ‘em. But, you’re mostly right, you’d always come up with someone I didn’t know before to rub in my face, except for that –“

“Don’t mention him,” Kayla hissed, “I hate him as bad as you do.” 

“You know I really didn’t make a video with Kimberly, though she would have if I’d asked.”

“I know.”

“I bet she’d make one with both of us right now.” I looked at Kayla for a response.

“That slut.”

I laughed. “What? Who’s been the bigger slut, you or Kimberly?” 

Kayla punched me in the chest. “Stop.”

Leaning into me, Kayla blew in my ear, nibbled softly on the lobe before she gently bit it, pulling on it with her teeth. She trailed her tongue down my neck and back up, kissing on it.

“C’mon, baby,” she whispered again in my ear, “it would be fun and you’d get horny as hell if we watched a couple of those videos.”

“I’m not watching any videos with you tonight,” I declared. “In fact I’m gonna punish you for bringing that up again.”

“Oh yeah, just what are you gonna do?” Kayla defiantly whispered.

Snatching Kayla by the waist, I heaved her into the air, like a bench press. 

“Oh!” she screamed as she started grinning.

I then turned her over, the back of her head and shoulders landing on the bed mattress. I slid one arm around her holding her in place upside down and found the marker with my free hand.

“First of all,” I declared. “All your shit belongs to me!”

I wrote the words ‘This pussy belongs to Jason’ across her belly and drew an arrow to her pussy, stopping the point at the edge of her little trim job. Then I quickly circled her crotch with the tip of the marker.

Kayla giggled. “What are you writing?”

“You’ll see, you nasty little slut.”

She laughed.

I eased her back onto the bed and pulled up one of her legs and scribbled on the inside thigh ‘I own this snatch!’ I initialed it and drew an arrow up her thigh to her pussy. Then I grabbed the other leg and wrote ‘This cunt property of Jason.’

I let go of her so she could sit up and read what I had written. Sitting almost on me, Kayla bent her neck down so she could read her thighs.

“Snatch!? Cunt!?”

“Yes, snatch and cunt,” I said. “Your cunt and snatch belongs to me and I’m about to plow it good.”

“Plow it!?”

“Yes, plow it!”

I shoved Kayla to the bed and tongue kissed her. She sucked my tongue deep into her mouth and scraped her finger nails down my back. Then she lightly bit my lower lip before shoving her tongue deep into my mouth once more. 

I pulled free and ran my tongue down her neck then kissed down between her breasts. She was intently watching my every move as I kissed up one boob and down the other. Then I spit on one nipple before I licked and sucked it into my mouth. 

I teasingly chewed on the nipple, letting my teeth barely scrape on the metal post that adorned her tit. Next I spit on her other nipple and repeated what I’d done. Kayla’s tits were heaving as her breathing had intensified.

Hearing her pant for air and moan only encouraged me further. With my hands gripping her sides, I lay my tongue out on her hard stomach. I could feel the muscles of her gym hardened body tense. Then kissing down, I began to nibble at her belly button and sucked her dangling ring into my mouth, growling like an animal.

“You fucking beast,” she giggled. 

Like earlier, I kissed down Kayla’s trim job to her wet, aroused twat. Having already cum very hard from the anal fuck and fingering herself, the musty aroma from her cunt filled my nostrils with its arousing aura.

I began kissing her swollen clit and slid two fingers between her juicy pussy lips, deep into her slick cunt. I pressed my fingers upward against Kayla’s g-spot as I sucked gently at her clit.

Kayla’s torso jerked upward off the bed as she let out a loud moan. Her pelvis began to rotate and she pushed against my face.

“Oh god, Jason!” Kayla panted. “I love it!”

I had no intention, though, of licking Kayla to an orgasm again. I was only preparing her drenched snatch to receive my swollen pecker. I intensified the speed and pressure of my two finger fuck into Kayla’s cunt. Her creamy twat gushed onto my fingers, the relentless back and forth splattered droplets onto the insides of her spread thighs.

Kayla’s voice was shaking as she moaned and panted, much like a guttural vibration. “Ooh - oh - uh - fuckin’ fuck.” She gasped for air. “Jason, oh - oh!”

Just as it seemed like she could be getting close to cumming, I pulled my fingers from her drenched box and mounted her. Quickly, I placed my fully erect pecker at the entrance of her twat and pushed the head of it between her aroused puffy lips. I pressed forward, my cock shoving deep into her.

“Oh goddamn! Jason! Oh! Fuck!” Kayla shouted.

Her cunt gripped and squeezed at my thick, swollen member. I was then, and still am, grateful that Kayla regularly does her Kegel exercises. The throbbing sensation, feeling like innumerable tiny pleasurable impulses inside my swollen dick, grew as I pushed and pulled my pecker in and out of her tight snatch. 

Still pumping away into her squishy cunt, I grabbed her by the waist and picked her ass off the bed, and pulled up onto my knees. My cock stayed in her as Kayla arched her back upward, her shoulders still flat on the mattress. With one hand, I slid my grip to her sweaty ass cheek and then used my other hand to spank the top of her pussy around her clit and hoodie.

Kayla screamed out in ecstasy, her big tits heaving, and the six pack muscles of her stomach tightened. The gushing juices from her cunt coated my thick, veiny cock as it disappeared and reappeared over and over.

“Oh, oh! Fuckin’ fuck that’s good!” Kayla yelled.

I smacked her beaver extra hard. “Take that you nasty ass slut!”

“I’m takin’ it! Fuck me!”

I had to concentrate hard to keep myself from cumming, because I wanted to her to still feel this fuck the next day. I pumped her hard and fast, spanking that pussy of her hers. Each slap casting off a little spray of pussy juice as it continued to ooze from her. 

As I kept fucking her, I could feel the warm, sticky twat juice oozing down my balls. My crotch was soaked in it and holding her up by the torso allowed her cunt to drain all over her clit and trim job. Topping that off, we were both sweating profusely. The visual of Kayla’s body, shining all over, her tits dripping with sweat, her neck soaked and her long black hair stuck to her face, was a delicious erotic site.

I decided to drop Kayla to the bed. As soon as I let her down, I pulled myself on top of her, again mounting her missionary style. After only a few hard thrusts I grabbed her legs behind the knees and forced them up and back, pushed next to her head.

I used the new improved access to shove myself, balls deep, into her ever wetter cunt. I wanted to slam her hard but still not bruise her cervix, as I knew I could and had before, so I slowed just a little each time I reached maximum penetration.

Kayla was screaming so loud I wondered if the neighbors could hear it. For a while, she clenched a pillow and the bed-sheet as if she were holding on for dear life. Then she flung the pillow off the bed. I kept fucking her and thoroughly enjoyed her usual sex faces, the clenching teeth, lips pulled into an ‘O’ and how she would close her eyes and strain her forehead.

“Oh god! Oh god! Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me!” 

By that time Kayla, having relinquished her grip on the bed and tossed away the pillow, was furiously fingering her clit. Her fingers wiggled so fast it made her hand look like a little helicopter hovering on her snatch.

Kayla reached behind my butt cheeks with her other hand and slid the fingers into my ass crack. I soon felt her fingernail penetrate my asshole as she plunged her finger deep inside me.

Kayla’s shouts, moans and groans filled the air. I’ve never experienced anyone that could make more noise than Kayla during sex and as I continued plowing my hard member into her, she was quite possibly screaming louder than ever.

“Goddamn your pussy feels great!”

“You feel great too! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!”

“Damn woman, you’ve got a great snatch!” I had both hands gripping her ass cheeks.

“Do you love it?”

“Do I love what?”

“My pussy!?”

I smacked one of her ass cheeks hard. “Say snatch!”

“Pussy!”

I smacked her ass again, harder.

“Say snatch!”

“Snatch!” she yelled out between gasping for air.

“What about your snatch?” Fucking her hard, I sported a devilish grin. 

“Do you love my snatch, asshole?”

“Yeah, I love your slutty fuckin’ snatch! And you’re my bitch!”

“Oh god! Oh fuck!” Kayla’s shouts and moans shot louder.

I suddenly stopped and twisted Kayla’s body around, forcing her onto her hands and knees on the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked while catching her breath.

“I’m gonna plow that cunt of yours from behind.”

I swatted her butt again and then one more time. She wailed each time.

“I’m gonna give it to you doggie,” I said. “You like that don’t ya?”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ love it!”

“Well you ain’t gettin’ it until you bark like a dog.”

I gave her ass a hard slap with both hands. Kayla yelped.

“Arf! Arf!” she yelled out, “Woof! Woof!”

“Good girl! Now I’m gonna fuck the shit out of ya.”

“Well, fuck me, big boy!”

With Kayla on her hands and knees, her pert ass pointed up at me, I pushed my hard cock again into her dripping cunt. She let out a long, loud moan as my member slid into her waiting pussy. My balls slapped up against the top of her mound catching her hoodie stud against the top of my sack. The little metal stud at the bottom of her beaver met me at the top base of my pecker.

“Oh my god!” Kayla screamed out when I thrust balls deep into her.

I started to pump away and smacked her shiny, sweaty ass again for my own fun. I wasn’t surprised at all when only a couple of thrusts in, Kayla again had her fingers wiggling back and forth as fast as she could move them against her clit.

Looking down at her I saw just how sweaty her body had become. I grabbed and pulled her long black hair, tightly gripped into a wad in my hand. I yanked it harder, pulling her face up so I could see the expressions on her face in the large wall mirror at the head of the bed.

“Oh god, fuck me!” She screamed and moaned as sweat ran down her face and dripped off her chin.

The steamy humidity sent sweat dripping down my own face, onto my chest then onto her. A puddle had formed on her skin, accentuating the large tramp stamp on her lower back. Yanking her hair even tighter, I slapped her ass hard with my other hand. The loud smack echoed around the room amidst her moans and my own grunts.

“Fuck me!” Her voice cracked as her sloppy cunt dripped its sticky nectar down my balls. “Fuck me hard, goddamm you!”

Furiously, I shoved my throbbing erect cock into her harder and faster.

“I’m gonna fuck you like the damn slutty whore you are.” 

I watched in the mirror as her lips pulled into an ‘O’ and then her jaw jutted forward. As her eyes closed, her forehead furrowed and she wrinkled her little cute nose. The next thing I knew Kayla was screaming out very loud.

“Goddammit! I’m cumming!” She jerked her head forward, so I let go of the my grip on her hair. “Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!”

I wasn’t going to stop my pumping because I knew I was getting close to cumming myself. So I continued my thrusts as I watched the muscles all over her body clench. I grabbed her by the hips very tight. There is no way in hell that I was going to let her wriggle out of my grip. 

Kayla had dropped her head, her hair hanging down on the bed. On her knees, her thighs spread out wide before me, I was still pushing my cock into her soaked cunt.

Kayla jerked her head up, slinging her hair hard. Some of it landed and stuck to her sweaty face. She looked at me in the mirror with her big brown eyes. 

“You haven’t cum yet?”

I grimaced and shook my head. She must’ve seen my muscles clench. I finally could feel an orgasm building quickly in my nuts. 

“Cum baby! Cum for me baby!” Kayla shouted. “Cum baby!”

I think a small rocket exploded inside my scrotum at that moment. Kayla later said my lips quivered as she watched my face in the mirror. An orgasm shot through me so hard that it felt like internal tubing could’ve come loose. I know I grunted loudly and maybe shouted, but my mind wasn’t really processing anything except orgasm at that moment. 

I kept pumping my cock into Kayla’s twat until I thought had drained everything possible out of that orgasm. Finally, when the climax had subsided, I started to pull my cock out, but just as I was about to pull the head of it from between Kayla’s pussy lips, I felt some more oozing. I stopped and let the cum drip into the entrance of her cunt, then pulled it on out. 

As I sat back on my haunches, Kayla started to move and I stopped her.

“Don’t move,” I ordered, “I want to look at the mess I made.”

Kayla didn’t budge. “You like what you see?”

Still on her hands and knees, her ass pointed upward, I looked over the results. While her entire body was a shiny sheen of sweat, the entire inside crack from the top of her ass down, through her pussy, was just slick in cunt juice. It had oozed down her thighs. Some of my cum oozed from between her splayed, fat pussy lips and slowly dripped over her clit until a thin string of it started to make its way down to the bed. We had soaked the bed. The sheets were a wet mess.

“Yep,” I answered. “Looks like one hot mess.

Kayla giggled. “Mind if I move now?”

“Go ahead.” I smacked her on the ass.

Kayla rolled onto her side. “Come ‘ere.”

I crawled over to her and pulled her to me tight and we kissed. Our wet sweaty bodies felt sticky against each other, but we lay there with my arms around her for a few minutes.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Kayla said, “I need to get this marker off me and I’m oozing cum like crazy.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go get a cold beer,” I said, “you want one?”

“God yes! Bring me a beer and set it on the bathroom counter. I’ll be in the shower.”

I got out of bed, naked with a sticky mess of a penis and made my way down the hall, across the living room to the kitchen. I grabbed two cold bottles of beer from the refrigerator. Just as I was walking into the bathroom to lay a beer on the counter, I heard Kayla scream.

“Dammit, Jason!”

“What?” I asked walking through the doorway.

“This damn marker isn’t coming off!” She yelled from inside the shower with the water pouring on her.

“It’ll come off.”

“You did use water soluble didn’t you?”

“Of course, that’s all we have.”

“No!” Kayla sounded desperate, “I bought a couple of permanent markers the other day and put ‘em in the drawer.”

I went over to the bed but didn’t see the marker. Looking around I finally found it on the floor next to the bed and picked it up.

“Honey?” I yelled walking into the bath. “I guess I grabbed the permanent one not knowing.”

“Oh! My God!” Kayla screamed.

I started to laugh.

“Are you laughing?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“Cause it is funny.”

“You have to find a way to get this off of me! I’m working half a day tomorrow, then Rhonda and Cami are coming over to lie out in the sun with me at the pool.

****

With a little rubbing alcohol we were able to fade out the circle I’d drawn around Kayla’s mouth enough so it could be covered with make-up. But the rest of it – all those circles around her tits, pussy, ass, along with the words, well…

Rhonda and Cami have known about all this since that next day at our backyard swimming pool.

Kayla leveraged that marker incident to make me watch all those videos with her, which… well, over the next week and half we fucked so much that we finally got too sore to fuck and had to take a break from sex. An entire day.