Tops and Bottoms 4 by Foxbat  (Fm Mf bdsm rough inc)

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Tops and Bottoms 4 by Foxbat  (Fm Mf bdsm rough inc)


   The last time I'd seen Vicki had been at the Bondage/Fetish convention.  It was unusual for her to call in the afternoon, but I didn't have class, so I figured it would be fun.  She was such violent masochistic nympho hiding behind a wholesome exterior (when she wasn't wearing latex catsuits).  She was very insistent that we would have to forgo our usual slapping/scratching/biting/beating since she had to look nice in a dress that evening - some family thing, she said.

   I couldn't really picture having sex with her in any sort of conventional way, so I swung by the grocery store to pick up one or two things which could spice things up without leaving embarrassing marks all over her.

   Sure enough, she came over later, letting herself in and shedding clothes in nearly the same motion.  She was half-naked by the time she got to me and nearly sucked my face off.  I grabbed her ass hard as our tongues dueled for dominance.  She broke the kiss - "remember - nothing that shows!" she reminded me, just before dragging her nails down my back in a way that I was sure would leave marks of its own.

   I grabbed a fistful of hair, and a handful of her ass, and shoved her roughly in the direction of my bedroom.  She lay on the bed, taunting me.  I climbed on top of her, working my hand between her legs against her half-hearted play resistance.  She was soaking wet, as usual.  I pushed her over, so she was face down and pried her ass open until I could get my dick lined up with her pussy.

   Penetration in this position is so amazing - it's not really doggy, and it's not really anything else, but it's tight, full of friction, and always seems to send women to happy-land.  I started working it in and out, and taking out my frustration at the Rule on her nipples, as she began biting and moaning into the pillow.  

   So far, pretty lame.  Not very interesting.  Enter the spice.  I pulled her butt up a little bit, and started working a finger into asshole with a little spit as lube.  I think she thought I was getting ready to penetrate her back there, but I had other plans.  You see, at the grocery store, I'd bought a jar of pickled jalapeno peppers.  

  I had left it open on the bedstand, hoping she wouldn't notice.  I fished one out with my left hand, as I continued working my fingers in her back passage and fucking her front.  Withdrawing my hand, for a moment, I slid the pepper in and used my thumb to shove it as far in as I could, before falling forward on top of her and grabbing her wrists.  

  Let me tell you, it was a wild ride.  Screaming, thrashing, bucking, swearing, pleading, moaning, biting, scratching, kicking, shaking, cursing, shuddering.  I managed to keep my grip on her hands and avoid being bitten, using my body weight to control her.  I came after only a few minutes, and rolled off the side as she scrambled off the bed and took off towards the bathroom.  

   I was examining the damage to myself when she came out 15 minutes later.  Scratches all down my back, two bleeding knuckles, and a massive bruise on the back of my thigh from where she'd been able to kick me.  So worth it though.  

   As she came storming back into the bedroom, naked, I could see the fire in her eyes.  I managed to block the first blow, and parry the knee that was headed to my crotch, but her fury was total, and I just let the blows rain on my shoulders and chest.  When she'd worked out her fury, she turned, picked up her clothes, dressed, and left in silence.

   I wasn't worried - I knew I'd see her again.  As unpleasant as the aftermath may have been, she couldn't deny the orgasms she'd had during.

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   After dinner, I had to go to a reception for my advisor, who was receiving a prestigious endowed-chair at the university.  A bunch of his grad students were planning to go to support him and schmooze.  I did my best to clean up before getting dressed.  

   I came into the hall just as the president of the university finished introducing him.  He gave a short talk on some of the research he'd been conducting lately, and the president made the formal award.  Then came the reception with catered food and wine.  I began working my way over towards him to give my congratulations.

   He was talking with a circle of people who were offering their congrats, but I caught his eye as he turned away to the refreshment table for a moment.  I offered my congratulations and shook his hand.  He offered to introduce me to his family, turning the woman next to him in the circle towards me.  

   I nearly shat myself as I was suddenly face to face with Mistress, Vicki, and my dissertation advisor.  My mind went blank, and I watched myself from out-of-body as I shook hands with Mistress, her icy cold glare stabbing into me, and then with Vicki, the fire still burning in her eyes.  

   I was so fucked.  I was a year away from finishing the program, and I'd fucked my advisor's daughter in bar restrooms, eaten out his wife while she beat my testicles, and even initiated the sequence of events that culminated in making his daughter lick his wife.  

   Fuck.  I really liked the guy, but I had no idea how this was going to work.



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