Destiny 4,675

"Girl, every man is a dog, pure and simple," Gina confessed to me as if I had never thought of that shit on my own.

"Bitch, who gives a fuck about men? So many boys, so little time, that's what I always say. I don't let playas fuck around with my shit, fuck that. See, you gotta use psychology against them. Be a Playette." Gina was always kind of naive when it came to niggas. She was the kind of bitch who would try to be friends with a nigga after she wasn't fuckin him no more. Since I grew up without a dad, I had to learn how to play the game with guys from myself. Well, I did get a lot of guidance from Mama O, the legendary Oprah Winfrey, goddess herself. I still remember being 14, dressin like a ho and suckin down slurpees after class in the early afternoon, which turned into giving slurpees to most of the football team, over the course of about 3 months. I had just discovered sex, and my appetite was, for lack of a better word, voracious. Those young guys can fuck so good, as long as you jerk em off first. See, them motherfuckers go bustin nuts after 2 minutes. Just jerk em off one time, then their fuck will be enough to get a bitch off. I just loved it- the feeling, the connection, knowing that I was a sexy fuck. Most of what was getting me off was knowing how much the guy wanted me, that he wanted to fuck me more than any other girl. People who know me well do call me a freak, but those hoes is just jealous. Bitch ain't give a shit.

"Girl, that's just called hoin' straight up. Gs up, bitch ain't give a fuck. If I start fucking all dem niggas, then they start going to they friends talkin shit, running they fat ass mouths being like, call that bitch Gina, she's down for anything. She always wanna suck a dick. That's why I put some limits on how much I fuck. Plus, everybody got AIDs and shit, can't ever know who has what." I loved how that bitch always felt as though every other bitch problem is her own, and since she got everyone else's problems running through her mind, she has to play the roll of "Oprah from the block," the only thing missing is the sizable charitable donations.

"G, if that works for you, then I think you gotta roll with it. We just roll. Ain't nobody passin judgement on you, so don't try to go run your mouth to me again, talking shit, calling me a ho. So long as sex is safe and consensual, then there's no problem. I'm sure jesus ain't give a shit that I gone and fucked hella brothers from around the way. I do what I do, and I get what I want. It's better to realize what guys can do for you, and focus on your relationship with yourself anyways, in the long term bitch will be hella happier." Seriously, I take that shit back, because that bitch is so god damned judgmental, I blame it on her fucking crazy catholic childhood, that shit would fuck any bitch up plain and simple, you know what I'm sayin? I'd never let it be known, but I am the real Oprah. Hella people think I'm a greedy, crazy, bitch but those fools don't know shit, and they should try to get to know me better. This bitch cares about people, and if we want to keep it funky real, your girl Destiny be the real Oprah from the block up in this bitch. Shit.

"Well, I got to go girl, you have fun tonight in the club! Say hi to for me Raysean when you see his ass." You know when you have a friend who's into some guy, but the guy's only into you, and so you get put in that shitspace between your friend and your fuck? It was another one of those innumerable time for this bitch, your girl, Destiny Michelle Tyler-Phillips. I've always thought I happen to have the name of a star. My first screen name on aim was born2befamous69- it's cute right? I ain't go on that shit no more, but back when I was getting slurpees after school I was on that shit all kinds, runnin my mouth to hella guys- I've never felt that way before, Tyrone I'd type to a brother, but just to tease him. Rakim, you're so dreamy, I think you're the one for me. D'Antoine, you have the best cock of any nigga in the world. Montel, fuck me! You're the best fuck, D'Avione. Darnelle, work that pussy, motherfuka! D'Ante, cum in my fuck hole! That's how I learned to be a playette, talking up hella guys in 5 conversations all on one computer screen. This bitch ain't give a shit, I do what I want, and I fuck whoever I want. I love dick. I love that shit in my pussy, in my mouth, cumming in my hands, I even love that shit in my ass. I think I might have been a gay man in past life, lol. I try not to fuck in the ass too much, because my ass got kind of loose, and I know it's hella easier to get shit from fucking in the ass. But I just like it so much!

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It was about 10 p.m. and I was getting my shit ready for the club. I was meeting Raysean at the club, damn that nigga be fine as hell! Did I give you a description of his ass? About 5'9" and solid- big arms, big chest, nice abs. I don't really know what he does, I mean most niggas look fine as on they own, but this nigga takes it to the next step. That motherfucker's really hard. This bitch got a one track mind. I live close to downtown, a career girl like myself can afford it, especially since I don't have a loser boyfriend eating up my cash flow. I used to be a stripper, but that was just to get myself through college- now I work as a social worker. I do my best to try and help people, whether they find it in themselves to strive for success or not is not this bitch's problem. I may not be rich, but sure as hell ain't in any kind of debt, and in about 10 more years I'll be able to buy a house, so as far as success goes, I know I can make it alone. Not too bad for a sister in her mid 20s, who grew up in the hood. I'm proud of where I came from, it only highlights my success in face of many obstacles. I'm a strong woman. I got in a cab, cause a cab from my crib to the club is only about $5.

I knew I had arrived before him, I've got a third eye, and that shit is never wrong. I knew I'd have about 15 minutes to myself before he got there, so I decided to check out the guys. They were ok, as a woman I know sex is always available to me any time I want, so if Raysean was going to act like a pussyfoot nigga yet again, I'm sure I could find a guy to take me home. I went up to the bar, they were playin my jam from back in the day- Freak Like Me. Damn, I used to get my groove on to that shit back in the day. One thing I've always loved to do is dance, I don't even need no drink in me. But since I was at the bar alone, waiting for some broke ass guy to come and entertain me for the night, I ordered a cosmo. I was done with my second one, when I felt a familiar yet distant hand on my shoulder. Did I forget to mention that me and Raysean hadn't fucked yet, but I had been trying to ride that shit for like, more than a hot minute? "Yo, hey Destiny my girl, what's up?" Raysean asked me. Damn, some guys just didn't know how to be smooth.

"I am well my brother, chillin, killin, shootin some b ball outside of the school." Fresh Prince was my favorite show growing up. I don't know, I've always been kind of a tomboy, I guess that's why I try to keep it real with guys. "Hella drama at work again today, I just gotta keep dealing with this one tweaker bitch with like, 3 kids, I don't know. Once a tweaker always a tweaker, as I like to say." It was then that I realized that Raysean had another brother with him, my 2 drinks had totally numbed my peripheral visions and shit. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend? Is this your cousin you're always talking about?"

"Haha, no this is just my best bud, my number one nigga, ever since grade school."

"And what's your name, may I ask?" This guy was seriously a perfect 10, and right about now he was looking a little better to me that Raysean.

"Hi, I'm Dgeorge. It's a pleasure to meet you." He gave me a subtle smirk of a smile, and flashed me some very white teeth, while he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. Wtf. Damn, not only was this man another nigga fine as hell, he also knew how to be smooth! That nigga had hazel eyes, and light skin, with chisled features. I think he might have been Chinese Jamaican, just like Naomi Campbell herself. Hot slanted eyes, nigga be fine. Raysean looked like what I would call "an American black person" really to me he was kind of like the guy next door. I mean, he looks like Punk from I Love New York 2.

"So, Dgeorge, how to you know Raysean?" If there's one thing I'm good at it's shootin the shit with guys. If you act inhibited and nervous, then they're just going to read you as a girl who gets fucked, and we all know that all guys want a girl who fucks, not some bitch who gets fucked. See, you can fuck a bitch one time, but a bitch who fucks, a bitch whose pussy sucks your dick into it, is a bitch you want to fuck over and over again, the bitch who got a hold of those nuts, the motherfucking HBIC. But right now I was just looking into this dark man's light eyes, and I wanted to know more.

"We grew up together, if there's one nigga who got my back, it's Rayray. He's a down ass brother." Is it just me, or do I end up reading all male closeness as a gay vibe? Not like I give a shit, both times I had a 3 way with 2 guys, I tried hella hard to get them to touch each other, but you know how guys are. They want some bitch to take it and take it, and beg for more, anything less is not what they're supposed to do. No wonder guys is always miserable, and always getting played by some sneaky ho. They sat down next to me, one on each side, and we began to shoot the shit. There's one type of nigga who I always got the weakness for- an educated black man, and both of these motherfuckas was hot to me, both highly educated, with valid and relevant opinions on all sorts of shit. I've met a million guys who can stimulate my cllit, but a guy who can stimulate my mind is another matter. But you know what your girl Destiny always says- so many boys, so little time.

Some time went on, and I was approaching my going out limit of 3 drinks in a night. I'm not 18 anymore, stripping and showing my pussy for dollar bills. I mean, I used to be able to be drunk all night, when I was a teenager. Plus, drinking a lot kind of dulled the pain of being a sex worker, but we're all sex workers in the end hunny, best believe. I just try to take care of myself, I mean, I plan on living as long as I can. "Let's dance!" I said, as they put on one of my favorite Beyonce songs. I got up, and took the guys hands to the floor. I love hip hop clubs because if you're smart enough to remain sober, you can see a freak show all night, and by freak show I mean people being freaky and showing it to everybody. Before I knew what was happening, I had Raysean grinding on my from the front, and Dgeorge grinding on my ass from the back. I can get into this. I hella did not think it was going to be one of those nights.

Raysean whispered in my ear, "Do you want to get fucked by 2 niggas?" He was finally putting out for me, so I guess I did something right. And everybody knows 2 dicks are better than none!

"What you and your friend should really be asking yourself," then I paused, but only for dramatic effect. Ok, Destiny, your whole life is an act. Like Madonna says, all the world is a stage. Look down, purse your lips. Come up smoldering, with a smirk. "What you should be asking yourself, is can 2 niggas bring enough dick for the force of Nature that is Destiny Tyler-Phillips." God men are so easy. Just tell them what they want to hear, and then they'll do whatever you want. Knowing that these 2 guys were all about me, and had most likely talked about fucking me at the same time was getting me wet. I love answering questions with more questions.

"Do you feel like going back to your house?" Dgeorge whispered in my ear, from the back. You don't have to ask me twice.

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It was about 1:45a.m. when I got those men into my apartment. It was Friday night, which meant that I did have to be anywhere for more than 72 hours. Perfect for the come down I always get after a night of really intense fucking. I started making out with Dgeorge, and he was a really good kisser. He licks his lips before he goes in, that shit always gets me. Always gotta lick the lips. I let him take off my shirt, so I was left in a bra, miniskirt, and heals. "Damn, bitch be fine! Girl you got the tits, the ass, the sass. What ain't you got?"

"A millionaire husband," I replied, since it seemed like he felt like keeping it real. Guys want what they can't have, so if you keep this man feeling inferior to you, then he'll always be looking at a sister with goddess proportions inside his head. Sometimes I think I got named Destiny so I would always be thinking about my Destiny, shaping the world to fit my wants, desires, and needs. Like I said, I'm a strong black woman. Dgeorge laughed, and Raysean appeared behind me, naked. He has a big thick body, and a big thick dick, skin like smooth black coffee, with big shoulders and a strong neck. Like a bitch, he was naked except for white socks. I just won't say anything.

"I want to see you strip," I said to Dgeorge. Now that I finally got a hold of Raysean, I was going to pretend like I didn't give a shit. It's what I do.

"Alright, anything for a beautiful woman." He took off his shirt, and he was just as big as Raysean. I like men with big shoulders. He kind of had the body of a football player, and I could already see his dick growing hard in his baggy jeans. "Are you ready for this Chinese Jamaican cock?" he asked me. See, I had a feeling. Thank you, Naomi Campbell.

He pulled down his underwear and pants at the same time, and stepped out of his jeans, removing his socks. See he knew what was up. His dick was about an inch or two bigger than Raysean's this was going to be fun to play with, because now I could make Raysean feel more inadequate. His dick was uncut, his thick foreskin still hung around his dick head as he was getting hard, just looking at a woman in a bra. Men, sigh. Foreigners and their uncut dicks. Is there any reason why they cut apart the penis in America anyways? Maybe I'll google it when I'm not so busy.

So now I was in this situation that I'd only been in twice before. I pulled off my skirt and stepped out of my heels, then let me bra fall to the floor. "Before you do anything, I want to see you niggas kiss, and jerk each other off a little." I figured it was worth a shot. I don't fucking understand why every man can watch two woman fake fuck and get off on it, then turn into a bitch when a woman wants you to mess around with another man for her enjoyment. I was going to make them do what I wanted. Raysean looked kind of scared, but I could tell he needed a catalyst like me. They'd probably done that shit with each other a million times, and never speak about and just pretend like it doesn't happen. Men, they're just so easy. Do you seriously think I haven't messed around with other bitches? I've let a girl eat my pussy hella times, but all in college. I don't think I'm bi, dick is just too appealing to me. Not like I would ever pass judgement on somebody, I can just never say no to a good dick

I watched the 2 guys sit on the bed, side by side, as they began to embrace. I could tell they didn't know how to kiss each other, and they were holding back. Raysean reched over and grabbed Dgeorge's thick dick, moving the skin over his head. Dgeorge shuddered the first time he did it, but when he tried to reciprocate, it seemed like he was a little clueless with a cut American penis, because he grabbed the base and tried to jack him off from there. Oh well. It was really turning me on watching these guys mess around, and even more so knowing that they were really just into me. "This feels weird," one of them said, I'm not sure who.

"Shut the fuck up, you know you love it," I exclaimed as a I jumped onto my queen sized bed. How was I going to fit 3 black people who were really ready to fuck on that shit? I hope my bed doesn't fall apart. "I don't know Raysean, Dgeorge's cock is just so much bigger than yours. Maybe I'll make him fuck you with it." I wasn't being that serious, although I would love to see a man get really tore the fuck up just so I could be like, that's what it feels like to get this shit fucked out of you. Guys love it when you talk dirty.

Raysean grabbed my right nipple as I I started kissing him really deep, slow, and passionately, as Dgeorge began to suck on my other tit, his middle finger in my pussy and his thumb on my clit, rubbing me up and getting me wet. I get wet so fucking easily, but only if I'm turned on. I always want to fuck. More than anything, the body contact with 2 men was what really was getting me off. I felt men all over me, their hard muscular bodies and body hair rubbing all over my shit. That's what I'm talking about. Thick african arms, and strong african bodies. Guys were made to pleasure me. I started to kiss Dgeorge, I could tell my mouth was not going to get a break tonight. I switched positions, and started to suck Dgeorge's dick, as Raysean moved his face between my legs and sucked my clit, his other hand on that same tit. I guess he favors that one. "Nigga, lick that fuckin cunt. Eat that clit. Lick that shit. Yeah nigga. That's what I'm talking about." I love sucking uncut dicks. They're easier to get off, cause they got all their shit intact. Not like it's hard to make a man cum, I just find it easier. I mean, it slides around easier, it seems to make sense to me.

I didn't know where to take this night? What kinds of freaky shit did these guys even want to do to me? Did they want me to be their ultimate fuck hole, as guys so often do when their in the situation? Cause I was totally ok with that. I get lazy when I fuck. I always think that if a camera were there, I would get hella modivated, but when it's just me in my real life, I don't always feel like burning all these calories, and shit. "Do you think you can do a DP?" Raysean asked me. I knew these niggas was going to ask this bitch to pull a bunch of porno star tricks. I was feeling lazy (what can I say, I'm a bottom) but I guess I my desire to perfom won out in the end, cause I onwe of them to grab the vaseline from the bathroom. Usually I just get fucke din my pussy, but I know how to ass fuck just as good as any porno ho. I knew that homoerotic vibe I was getting earlier was for a reason.

I told Dgeorge to lie on his back, then I made Raysean put vaseline all over his dick. I'm sure it turned him on, even though he pretended like he didn't want to touch another man's cock. I also had him put some vaseline up my ass, then I sat on Dgeorge's dick. It took me a while to get it in, but as soon as I did, he was able to thrust fairly easily in and out of my shitbox. I was sitting on his dick, my back to his stomach, leaving my pussy ready and willing to accept Raysean's huge dick. I thought about the first time we met, how he has a happy go lucky look in his eyes, kind of like a little boy's, and I just couldn't help but thinking about what sex with him would be like. Now here I am, wet, horny, and turned on, with his friend's dick in my asshole. I guess I didn't think it was going to be like this. He put the head of his dick up on my pussy, and teased me with it. "Stick that dick my cunt, motherfucker," I let out with the gasp of a bitch with a dick in her ass.

"You like that, bitch!? You can never get enough cock. Yeah, fuck that shit, Dgeorge. Fuck that bitch ass." These guys were trying to be hard, but they still seemed like lost little boys. I often wonder if men do some things because they actually want to, or because it's what they think they're supposed to do. I guess we'll never know. I do wish I could come back as a man, I just want to know what it feels like to have a dick. I could only keep getting fucked like that for about 10 minutes, there's only so much a girl can take.

"If you're planning on sticking that dick in my pussy, then you have to wash that shit off," I told Dgeorge. I wasn't really in the mood for an ass to pussy, I guess I should say I wasn't in the mood for a bladder infection all one of these niggas I ain't never fucked before. He went to the bathroom to wash the shit off his dick, while Raysean climbed on top of me and started fucking me some more. He was pressing my body down, all of his body rubbing against me, and the whole body contact was really turning me on. He always paid attention to the clit, amen to that. Some guys act as if it's my job to get myself off. If you're lucky enough to be fucking this crazy bitch then bect believe it's up to nobody other than you to get that shit off. All of a sudden, Raysean started shaking, and pulled out of me. "Fuck, I'm going to come, I didn't want to cum yet!"

I grabbed his dick and made him shoot all over my stomach and tits. Dgeorge had come back from my bathroom, and was laying next to my kissing my neck as Raysean squirted. "Way to go, I always had a feeling that Dgeorge would be a better fuck than you, bitch ass nigga. Dgeorge, fuck me with that shit." I still hadn't come, it usually takes me a lot. I look at porn almost every day, some girls just can't get enough. As long as I kept these guys feeling inadequate in the face of each other, I could keep fucking them all night, and hopefully again when I woke up tomorrow, it would be probably be around 11. Dgeorge climbed on top of me, and stuck his fat, black, uncute penis into my welcoming vagina. I was so swampy, shit that pussy was kind of tore up from all that thrusting already. In a way, I was a little bit embarassed how just one guy couldn't get me off, it was probably from having to focus while getting buttfucked, cause I have to take deep breaths and shit to keep my hole open.

"Damb bitch, this be some bomb ass pussy." Hadn't I heard that one before. Raysean switched between laying partially on top of me kissing me, and then batting his half erect penis all over my lips and face while Dgoerge went to town on that bomb ass pussy.

"Fuck that shit, oh my fucking god. I think I'm going to cum. Push down on my pelvic bone!" Not every girl can squirt, but if I get enough penetration, I can squirt pretty good. Raysean pussed down on my shit while Dgeorge fucked me hella good, and worked on my clit. All the stimulation was driving me crazy, I don't want this feeling to ever end. I started to dribble that clear shit out as my orgasm began to come on. As I started to cum, hella cum started to leak out of my pussy. I was squirting all over this pelvis balls and thighs.

'Holy shit, this is graphic. I can't belive what this bitch can do!" Raysean said from over my shoulder. I was in that 30 second spance of time, where I've just come, and I can't see even if I open my eyes, and I can't really talk either, although I'm sure my neighbors heard the screams. I wanted to laugh though. Guys love it when girls squirt, it makes them feel like they can do something right, for once. My pussy was too overstimulated for the time being, so when I wasn't out of it anymore, I started to lick the tip of Dgoerge's dick, and he blew it in about 30 seconds flat. Finally, a man who can hold off until I get mine.

"You best not be getting tried guys," I said, satisfied with what I had done to them. "Men are only as good as they're dicks, and I know you're all dogs."

"Woof," Dgeorge replied with a joking laugh.

Vanessa 3,343

Every time I was up, I'm super horny. The first thing I do as soon as I come back to consciousness is to push down hard on my clit- I don't really cum, but it just feels so satisfying. I've been in college for about a year and a half, so sharing a living space with someone has kind of put a damper on my sex life. I don't mind my room mate, she's just always there. When I first moved to the city I was so excited to start being myself, and hopefully find other queer women. I've dated girls, but never had a girlfriend, which is what I'm really looking for. I just know I couldn't spend a lot of time with someone unless we're really sexually compatible.

As soon as I'd lived in a metropolitan area for a few months, I realized that urban dykes are even harder to deal with than those in the suburbs. All they want to do is play games, they act like fucking little boys, or worse, self obsessed bitchy pillow princesses. I just want to find a real girl, someone I can relate to and keep talking to and not get sick of her, or turned off by her stupidity. I know what I am, I know I'm hot, and it's not hard for me to get girls into my bed for the times when I want to get my fuck on.

But there has been one girl, Vanessa, who has had my attention since I first got to school. I met her about 3 months after moving here, and we connected on a mental/spiritual level but we've never fucked. You know when you're so infatuated and attracted to someone that you just can't be the one to make the first move?

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The cold November air rolls across the streets, and around the buildings. Vanessa and I had gone out for coffee at a hot local spot. Well, tea I should say, because we were at a tea bar that does espresso drinks. Well, it's really the coffee shop of an independent bookstore that actually has really reputable feminist speakers who come and read from their latest works...

I'm digressing.

The place is what I like to call, "dyke central," it's basically the end all place for women who want to meet women. Between the gay ghetto and the real ghetto, it's basically a place where all the hip queer people go, in short all the girls are andro, and dress up like hipster boys.

"...and so for me, it's hard discussing post-modernism and not bringing in the existentialist elements. So what do you think, Molly?" Vanessa never called me Molly, always M.H. short for Molly Handler. Shit, I had been staring at Vanessa's mouth for such a long time that I only heard the last few words. I hate it when people are smarter than I am, it's one of the few situations where I turn into a quiet submissive femme, instead of the diesel femme I really happen to be.

"I hate existentialism," I offered. "Who wants to be sad all day, talking shit, pretending like there's no point to life, anyways? Only a broke down old politically jaded dyke would get into shit like that." Fuck, has I just been too opinionated for my own good, but more importantly, for Vanessa's tastes? She let out a belly laugh, so I knew I was scoring points. It's me, Vanessa, I'm the one for you. I would love you forever, and never leave you. It's me, I'm the one. I would never say it out loud, but I had been secretly in love with her for going on half a year at this point. I'd already indirectly fucked her, through having sex one of her former sex partners. I only did it in the hopes of making her jealous, even though it didn't do shit.

"So what do you want most out of life, M.H.?" she asked me. What do I want most out of life? I can't pretend like I hadn't thought about it. I guess I just didn't know. I had to think of something. Impress her.

"I want it all." I replied after a short pause. "I want the career I've always dreamed of, to teach at a univeristy, maybe even in other countries. I want to write books about gender, stratified societies, and the psychopharmacologicalsocialization of womyn with a y. I want to find the love of my life and adopt a child with her. I want amazing sex 5 times a day. I wand a dog, a alternatively fueled car, and a garden. I want a house in the country, and a house by the beach..."

"Wow, ambitious are we?" Vanessa sat back in her chair. Vanessa was born in March, I knew she was a Pisces, and I knew I could never really ever penetrate her dreamy eyes. "I just want to express myself, and hopefully that takes me to the right people who really want what I have. I just want to relax, and enjoy my life. I'd rather live for today, I never really think about tomorrow, and as for money I'll probably always just be a middle class singer/songwriter who has a day job working with homeless kids. I want to be an old acitvist lez."

Why is that so hot to me, I thought to myself. This is totally not the type of person that I should be drawn to. I'm just a str8 laced Jewish girl at heart, why do I always go for the "bad girl type," I wonder if this has something to do with my parents and/or childhood...

"It seems like it's always going to be the Vanessa show." What the fuck did I just say! That's not what I meant. For hald a second I thought I fucked up my chance with her by being bitchy, but she busted out laughing.

"Raor! You're spicey, but most importantly, you're real. I really admire a lot about you, I hadn't really had a chance to really sit down with you and see what your big plan for yourself happened to be. I mean, we've started to get kind of close over the past few weeks. It's weird, because I didn't feel like our friendship was going to become this intimate that first time I met you, I think it was about a year ago? In fact, a lot of people told me that you're sketchy, you have the reputation for being a drug mooch in fact, in case you didn't know what your friends are saying about you behind your back."

"Bitches. I don't trust anyone." Life's a gamble and you never know who you can trust, usually it's nobody but yourself. "I used to have a little problem with blow, but I don't have that problem no more." My eyes offered honesty, I looked into her dark eyes and tried to tell her with my raw emotions painting themselves on my face.

"No worries babe. We all are up to our own shit, as long as you can take care of all your business who gives a fuck, right? Did I mention that I'm a business woman? Hahahha." Vanessa was kind of ghetto. She always had this unescapable lower middle class air about her, which for one reason or another always turned me on a lot- in short I felt as though she's be able to handle shit, basically the kind of girl who could protest me, and maybe even kick someone's ass if necessary. "I think I'm over this place. Do you want to jet? We could go listen to some tech house at The Town Pump up on main and expressway blvd. Or we could go to the movies. Is there anything you've been wanting to see that's out right now?"

"Why don't we go back to my house?" I loved the random occasions I happen to be sooo fucking smooth with chicks. "I have some weed, we could smoke and look up something cool to do on the Internet." I remained aloof, when people are in their 20s and still worried about everybody thinking they're cool, you have to always be one step ahead and beating them at their own game. It's kind of fun actually.

"I've got my other helmet strapped to my bike, do you want to go for a ride M.H.?"

"I'd love to go for a ride, Vanessa." We walked outside, it was sunny all of a sudden, and the faint sound of birds calling to each other could be heard over the traffic from the small 2 city square blocks called an "urban park" across the street. She had a hot bike, a black 90s Honda that looked like a Harley, but wasn't. I'd only ridden her bike a few times before, and, horrifyingly enough, my pussy happens to gets wet from the vibrations. Shit, what was I supposed to do if it leaks through, and how am I going to keep it together while straddling her on a bike?

"Hop on." We drove the 18 blocks to my house up into the hills. It had nice views, I'll always give it that. Who cares if it's far from downtown? She parked in front of my apartment complex, and I hopped off. I looked down, and there was a small wet spot between my legs, that could be concealed, so long as I keep my legs tightly held together. We walked up the stairs, and I opened the red door. What can I say about my place? Umm, I burn a lot of incense. Thank Buddha my room mate was going to be gone for the next half a week. We share a 1 bedroom apartment, and when only one person is there, it's beyond sweet for a college girl like me who is often on a budget. We're going to pretend like it's never a tight budget.

"You held on to me really tight, were you nervous being on my bike?" Vanessa asked, her eyes meeting mine from 3 feet away.

"No, not really," I replied. Of course I was, and my pussy was getting wet, I wish I could tell her what the truth was, because I felt like it would make her laugh. Or maybe totally turned off, its hard to tell with her, she seems to go both ways a lot. It's hard to tell what she's thinking and feeling, because she's not exactly super self aware. I guess that was just always part of her charm for me. And her smirk.

"Why don't you lay down, I'll give you a massage and loosen you up. My mom, well, my mom died when I was young, but I had an older sister who was like already in her 20s when I it happened and she was a massage therapist. She showed me everything I know. I mean, I'm not certified, but you'll only feel better than you do now, I promise."

How did it suddenly jump to this situation? My elation ran through my body like a drug, and I felt light headed euphoric, yet uncertain expectation.

"Ok. Should I umm, take my shirt off?"

"If you want to." I pulled my shirt over my head, and shook my hair out. It only went down to my shoulders, but it was the longest it had ever been in my life. Long story about being a former butch. Now I wear shirts and even makeup sometimes, who would have thought? I layed down on my stomach on my bed, and tried to relax. Vanessa was about to touch my naked skin. I wanted to touch her so badly. There was just so much I wanted to do, say, and manifest...

"Wow, you're really tight. I'm going to use deep even pressure to get this out." Her hands felt like magic. She knew so much about the body's architecture, and she definitely knew how to work her way down a girl's back. Before I knew it my jeans were peeled off, and I was left in my panties. I have small boobs, so I never really have to wear a bra. They're small but a cute shape, but I always felt that since I looked too much like a boy, I should dress like one. Sometimes I wear sports bras, but usually I don't need to. Vanessa still hadn't seen them though, since she set herself to massaging my calves. After another 20 minutes I sat up. I didn't know what else to do, and there had been an awkward silence between the 2 of us for the past 10. "Shit M.H. you have amazing tits."

"Thanks. Wow my back feels so much better," I said, ribbing my eyes. What should I do? Should I go for it? Do I have to be the one to make it happen? Fuck it. I pulled my hands off my face, and pushed her back, she fell against my bed, landing flat on her back. I got on top of her, she had her jeans and a tank top on, but I was just in my underwear at that point. I stuck my tongue in her mouth, I knew it probably felt like I was attacking her face. I could tell she was into it. Political lez, what did she even mean by that?

"I'm glad I'm kissing you," she said to me when I finally came up for air.

"I've been thinking about kissing you for a long time Vanessa," I was being too real for own good. I know what can happens when you let somebody get that close to you. Could I trust a wild card like Vanessa to be real with me, or even perhaps love me?

"So what else have you been thinking about? Did you plan this whole thing?" She asked me, now that she knew that I was deeply attracted to her, she wanted to play.

'Why don't you let me show you?" I replied with a smirk. I pulled off her shirt, her c cup boobs looked healthy and perky. "You have great tits, Vanessa," I said, as I latched onto one and started sucking. She had long hair, and I grabbed a handful of it, pulling her head back, working one tit with my mouth and the other with my fingers.

"I want to touch you," she said as she slipped her fingers under my panties. I had already been a little wet before, but now my pussy was gushing. I was so turned on, she was so hot. Her body is so tight and sexy, and her face always looks really hot, even more so when she doesn't wear makeup, and she never does. Her fingers traced around my clit- tiny circles. It was making me shake, I knew I couldn't cum unless I get a lot of direct stimulation, she was playing with me.

"I want to eat you," I let out, as I pushed her back onto her back, and pulled her jeans off. She wasn't wearing underwear. I pulled my own off, to give her easier access. I started going down on her, and her pussy tasted delicious. She had a really good natural smell, and I wanted her so bad. "Vanessa, you have bomb ass pussy."

"Yeah, lick it! Uhh, it feels so good." I sucked her clit, and tongued it with hard even strokes. I stuck a finger in her, it slipped right in, I could feel that she was really wet inside. I spread her lips and worked her clit. Her pussy got red and swollen, and her chest had turned red as well. I was really turning her on, I could easily observe her sexual flush.

"Can we please 69? It's probably my favorite."

"I want to." We laid side by side, and she started to go to work on me with her fingers and mouth. She was working the fuck out of my clit, she had a lot of energy. It was then that I realized that we would obviously get each other off many times that night. I wanted the night to last forever.

She got on top of me and held me down, kissing me passionately. She spread my thighs with hers, so that she was scissoring me with a lot of pressure. The indirect pressure from her pelvis felt really good. "Your pussy feels so hot and wet," I said. That was all I was thinking. She started to kiss me, while humping me. The whole body contact was really getting me off, and before I knew what hit me I had cum forcefully, she stuck her tongue in my mouth while tweaking a tit, and tactilely ingested my orgasm. Her body felt so good. She was just a little taller than me, maybe only an inch and we fit together like puzzle pieces.

'It doesn't take you much," she told me with a small laugh. I came really quickly, I couldn't help it, because she was so fucking hot.

"It''s because you're just so fucking hot," I exhaled trying to get my head back into place. My whole body felt weird, like someone just beat the shit out of me. I guess like someone beat the shit out of me in a good way. I couldn't move. I had been on the edge for such a long time, the release of coming in front of Vanessa was the hottest sex I'd ever had in my mind. "I need to make you come," I said as I took charge of the situation. I spread her legs apart with my arms, and I began to work on her pussy. She was moaning, making a lot of noise. It seemed kind of like she was only doing it to get herself off anyways, but at the same time I should say that her responsiveness was really sexy to me.

"Molly!" she said as she looked deep into my eyes. Yes. That's what I want to hear. "Molly, you eat pussy so fucking good. Work my clit. I'm gonna cum." It wasn't long before her body began shaking, and she came while I was eating her out. I could feel her fat red lips pulsing as I made her come 2 times in a row, from furiously sucking her slit and finger fucking her while pushing down on her pubic bone. I had been trying to make her squirt, but it didn't happen. Honestly, squirting is just about my favorite thing in the world. Nothing makes me feel like more of an amazing fuck than when I can make a girl's pussy gush all over the place. Maybe I could try again, I thought to myself.

I crawled up next to her and we kissed. "I love kissing after oral sex," I said, as I came up for air. Vanessa smiled as her hand grabbed my ass. Everyone loves kissing after oral sex. I'm sure Vanessa liked the taste of her own pussy.

"You planned this whole thing, didn't you?" she asked me, genuinely questioning my actions of the day. "You planned on messing around with me."

"So what if I did. What do you think about that?" I asked, I was always good at sounding cool even though I'm equally exploding and dying at the same time internally. Keep my cool. Everything's cool. My voice never cracks. Sometimes I think I could make it as an actress.

"I think that's sexy. I want so much more from you, Molly. You're an amazing fuck, I want to make you feel good. You're a really special girl. I see you in my life." Why was she telling me all of this. Did my love spell really work? I had been spinning a web, and I was planning on trapping her in it. You're mine, my possession, and I'm yours.

Tyler 2,258

It was about 10 p.m. on a Friday. I had been busy all day previously, and looking to get into something fun that night. I was hanging out with my friend Danny, who although possessing the same fire and passion as me, holds himself back and hence will always really be chicken shit. I had been feeling that feeling all day, and I usually put myself in the right situation as a result.

Some people make their money from ripping people off, while still others make it from giving people what they want and need. Sometimes, I think of myself as saint, and every saint is really a sinner. It was starting to get dark, so I checked my gmail for e-mails from craigslist. I always am afforded the luxury to pick and choose who I work with, I guess that's the edge that being hot happens to give me. I found a promising client for the night.

"Hey Danny, do you want in on this one? It might be fun..." His face lit up. I had let him look at pictures before, and his enthusiasm was self evident. Being a voyeur is never as good as the real thing. Within 30 minutes, I was in a cab that for which I didn't have to pay. "Right here is fine, thank you." I walked up the stairs, my friend 5 feet behind me.

2 loud and forceful knocks on the door activated a response. I was greeted by a successful man in his early 40s. He had a good body, but salt and pepper hair at the roots. His face seemed youthful, and he was really tan with dark dyed brown hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing cargo pants and a black shirt. "Tyler?"

"That's me." I replied with a smirk. "So, are you going to make me wait outside all night? It's kind of breezy, and being cold makes me pissed off."

"Come in, please. Wait, who is that? I thought you'd be the only one."

"He's just my assistant. Is that going to be a problem?" I asked, my cold even glare penetrated his eyes as if I was looking straight through him.

"No, of course not," he replied like a bitch.

"I think it's time for you to show me downstairs." We walked down the staircase, the white walls contrasting against the gold picture frames of landscapes and airplanes. "Nice place you have here, you really have a beautiful home," I said with a gentle smile. He smiled back at me, the excitement in his eyes was unmistakable- the smirk of someone who is finally getting what they want.

"So here is where all the magic happens." I could tell that I was going to be one the one doing most of the talking. Not everyone has the confidence. The dungeon was all black with metal shit all over. I appreciated the brutalist aesthetic, some of the fencing on the north corner was very reminiscent of a construction site, or maybe he was in the midst of working on it. He had one of the bigger dungeons I'd ever seen- maybe 30x40 feet, and that's a lot of room to play.

I pulled 2 pairs of black handcuffs out of my backpack. I usually travel light. "Take off your clothes." I told him. "Do it quickly, I'm not here for a social visit." He took off the shirt and pants to reveal a body with good muscles, but had aged to the point of where the skin began to loose its elasticity. He had his nipples pierced. Or maybe he had been 20 pounds heavier at some point. Time has never been a friend to a human body. I took off my clothes to reveal a banging 21 year old body, with a black jockstrap. I saw his pupils dilate at the sight of me. Men, they're all the same, and they only have one thing on their minds.

"I think it's time for you to get what you want. Danny, get his other arm." I instructed. After I had securely handcuffed both of his arms to the fence, I began to get into a red mood. "I think I'm feeling like numbers today." I pulled out my exacto knife, and began to carve a 1 onto the right side of his chest. I like to press hard, it makes the scar last longer. It took about 10 seconds before he started moaning. I love making men moan. They always hold back, every time, and their voice shuffles in between the high and low ranges, as if they don't know what sounds to make.

"Stop, don't! That's too deep!" He was wincing in pain, and moving his body around like a caterpillar. "It hurts! Too much blood."

"Don't stop? Ok, no prob." I switched from numbers, and began making small flesh woulds up and down his torso. It looked kind of like bear claws. I didn't press super hard this time, those scars would be gone in a year or two. Moaning, and a few more tears came out of his eyes. "Does that hurt, daddy? No, you still don't feel anything? I can help you daddy." I gently put my hand to his face, I like to play with them and make them feel comforted in their moments of euphoria.

By now he had about half a cup of blood running down his chest. I rubbed my hand across it, and it was covered in blood. Then, I turned around and wiped it in Danny's face.

"What the fuck! Fuck you!" He spat at me, and I could tell he was pissed."

"Shut the fuck up Danny, or this will be the first and last time you get to come with me." He then submitted to me again, like always. Jerking off on the Internet never compares to real life pleasures of the flesh. "I want to watch you choke him until he passes out." I needed a break, and I figured I could put him to work anyways.

"You didn't tell me about that! I don't know what to do."

'Umm, put your hands around his neck and squeeze hard. It's not exactly what I would call difficult," I looked over at the gimp's eyes. They sparkled.

Danny did what I told him. Watching him inflict pain made me strangely attracted to him. If I believed in love, I bet I would have fallen for him. He wasn't as hot as me (but who really is) but he was a hot shorty as I like to call people like him- 5'6" but built, with a large head and big, soft eyes. He's Mexican, so probably uncut, although I had never seen it. If you start having sex with friends, eventually you have no friends left.

I got behind and spooned him because I wanted to share in the experience. My heat felt good, I was teaching somebody about something that matters. I put my arms over his. I could feel the muscles in his back and arms tensing up." Are you almost asleep, daddy?" I asked with a laugh. It only took about 2 minutes of really hard squeezing to make him loose consciousness. Now that he was asleep I could have a little break. He'd probably be out for about 5 minutes. "What do you want to see me do to him?" I asked Danny. There was no point in ignoring him, since I'd brought him this far.

"I don't know!" He seemed genuinely not sure. The he changed his mind. "I want you to cut one of his tits off."

"Maybe I will, that sounds like a good idea. You need to go upstairs, and in case you find anything valuable, put it in a bag. That means: cash, jewelry, and any relevant technology- don't get anything bigger than a laptop. Leave everything right by the front door to facilitate an exit." I started to elbow the man in the stomach to get him back to consciousness. "Help me take him down."

We unlocked the black handcuffs, and the half conscious body fell to the ground like a piece of cold spaghetti. "Go." I said to Danny, "But first help me tie him down to that wooden black in the middle. We put the old man's arms over our shoulders, and walked him to a large wooden cube in the middle of the room. A light dangled above it. After tying him down on his back, I got out my belt.

"Since we've seen red, now I want to see some pink!" I exclaimed. I started whipping him across the chest using both hands to control the leather. I paid special attention to his nipples. Danny had gone upstairs for that little scheme. "Do you like that?"

"I don't like," he shrieked, sounding like a woman. "You're so hard! What the hell are you anyways?"

"Wouldn't you like to know. Well Daddy, if I ever figure it out, I'll give you a call, mmkay!" Then I ripped out his right nipple ring. The blood trickled down his chest in a stream.

"Fuck! This is so heavy. My dick is so fucking hard right now. Tyler, you are sooo fucking hot. You're a wet dream. You're so fucking hard, you're fucking brutal, how can you be so good at all this heavy shit! I can't get over this shit. I want you to punish me every time" His 40 year old penis had remained mostly hard this whole time. Dick is just too good, I can never say no. I spat on my hand and started to jack him off. "What about my ass?" he asked pleadingly. Right then Danny came back down the stairs.

"I can't believe you did the tit while I was gone!" He exclaimed, a genuine tinge of resentment permeated his voice.

"Shut the fuck up. Get on some rubber gloves, and stick your fingers in his ass," I instructed. When working with the older generation, HIV is a constant worry. How different life would have been without the epidemic. "Do you like to get fucked, daddy?" I asked?

"I love to get fucked. Will you fuck me? You're so fucking hot Tyler, I want your dick in my hole. I want to feel you. I'll do anything"

"I don't fuck." I responded despondently, because I don't. Why is everything about who is a top and who is a bottom? It was never meant to be like that.

"I want to fuck his ass," Danny interjected enthusiastically.

"You can't fuck him. You're overstepping your boundaries again, Danny," I replied, with the emphasis on infantalizing the name Danny. "Just stick your fingers in his hole while I jerk him off." I made him cum in about 30 seconds. Guys are so easy to get off. "Daddy, you have so many cuts! I think we need someone to wash you off. Danny, get on the cube and piss on him." I told him. After climbing on top, Danny straddled the guy who was tied down on his back. While standing up, he started releasing a healthy thick stream of slightly yellow urine all over the man's face, neck, and torso. 'Do you like that, piss bitch! Piss in his mouth, D! I want him to drink it."

By this time I was running out of ideas. I got the pliers out of my bag, and started pinching his skin in different places. Remaining uninspired, I could feel the intensity of the situation was already getting cold. The fire was burning out, and the old man was getting tired from being in a lot of pain.

"Where are your dildos?" I asked.

"They're upstairs, second bedroom on the left." He was getting loopy from loosing a little blood. "They're in the black nigh stand. I'm really out of it. Will you fuck me with a rubber cock, Tyler? You're the one I need."

"Maybe," I replied. "Danny, grab the biggest one you can find. And make sure it's clean." After getting my hands on my new toy, I thought about what I would want, if the situation was reversed.

"I'm going to stick this dildo in your ass, are you ready, daddy?"

"Please fuck me, Tyler. You're the best boy. The only boy."

"I'm a man, asshole. I'm 20motherfucking1 years old, I haven't been a boy for a long ass time retard," I retorted. Now I didn't feel like fucking. I grabbed the duct tape, crammed the plastic penis into his ass with no lube, and taped up the hole. "I think I might loosen you up, for later." By that time, he was making a lot of noise. I had to tape his mouth shut to keep to keep my operations discreet. "Look, I totally trust you, and I'm hoping you trust me too, and I promise I will come back, I'm just not sure when." In my mind I knew it would be about 10 hours, long enough for me to get my second win.

"He has a Mercedes," Danny said.

"I know, that's one of the first things I noticed. We need to borrow your car, daddy. I just want to take my friend out to dinner. He's so nice to me, he always keeps me in check, like the brother I never had. I always keep my promises. I'll be back really soon though, and there won't be any scratches or marks on your car."