I Need A Good Fucking!

No, I don’t want to be ‘made love to’, I want to be banged….fucked ragged….raped, even. I want a bruised pubic bone, and I want my vagina to feel…..used. 

A friend told me a rather sad story but as she was telling me, being the perverse person I am, I began to think, “Mmm…I’d like some of that.” She told me her ex-boyfriend, “…simply uses me for sex. He just uses me to empty his balls into.” She went on to say that once, he asked her to role-play being a whore for him. He just meant he wanted to talk dirty and humiliatingly to her. “He said stuff like ‘You fucking worthless slut……you exist only for me.’…..but I realised he meant it.” 

Being used merely as a sperm bag…….oh fuck…see? Here, give me your hand….just feel how wet I am now.

But…..I…CANT…..GET…..BANGED.! Grrrrr! 

Em won’t use either of our strap ons on me, neither ‘Mike’, nor TLC, the one fashioned from life on The Lovely Chris’s cock. And when Dani told me every tiny detail of TLC fucking her the other day, I damn near turned green with envy.

So last night. Emily had kissed me into a hot mess (again). My vagina was screaming to be fucked raw, and, quite frankly her carefully inserted fingers weren’t anywhere near enough. Nowhere near! We are so attuned to one another's thought and she quickly grasped my frustration. 

She spread my legs wide and so violently my hips hurt. In a breath she was between my legs and pinning my hands to the pillow above my head. My whole body applauded this sudden roughness. “You fucking cunt. I’m going to fuck you bloody.” So saying she began to…and there’s no other word for this…bang the fuck out of me. It hurt me, and it must have hurt her. 

And something strange and unexpected happened. I began to feel as if there really was a large hard cock in my vagina. Every time Emily slammed against me I seemed to really feel something hit my cervix. 

But what was good, got better. Emily gathered up my legs by hooking her arms under my knees, then reaching back for my hands which remained on the pillow. This curved my back and presented my crotch fully. With every thrust came a profanity. 

Now, I fully realise that I’m only in my third month, but I have been peeing more frequently and I began to feel the need, so to speak. Not in a sexual way…as in I didn’t feel like peeing to enhance what I was feeling, I just, um, needed to go. 

But oh, that cum wasn’t far away either. 

Each word a thrust.

“Take

My

Cock

You

Fucking

Cunt.

Take

My

Spunk.”

My cum was literally beaten out of me, wrenched from between my legs in a frenzy. 

But it wasn’t over. While I was still climaxing, Emily released me from my pinned down position and rolled me over. Then she began to spank me…..really hard. The pain lances through me in a direct line to my clit. Dimly, I perceived her fiddling around and then there was a ‘swish’ in the air and the riding crop bit my arse. Once, twice, three times….always in exactly the same place. 

The fourth time proved too much and I came again, losing control of my waterworks at the same time. Emily didn’t pause for a second. She kept applying the strokes with meticulous savagery and accuracy. 

When, finally, I was allowed to come down, I stood, somewhat shakily, and felt behind me. Both bum cheeks were tender and bleeding. I do like pain - or I did before pregnancy - but in that moment, I realised that now, I crave it. 

The movie ‘Nymphomaniac 2’ with Charlotte Gainsbourg came to mind where she is whipped with a cat o’ nine tails. There are only two ways this scene was filmed. Either with the skilful use of a manikin, or Charlotte really was whipped. The make up - if make up it was - is exquisite. I’ve watched that scene numerous times and it always makes me wet….although, with a sore arse, and post orgasmically thinking of it made me want it here and now. 

Fortunately, neither of us are selfish lovers. I am deliciously sub, so when Em said, "On your knees, bitch!" I was only too happy to comply.    She stood over me pressing her crotch into my face. “Lick me! Eat me out!” The tell-tale string of a tampon presented itself, and the juxtaposition of our two states resonated in me like a bell. She menstruating, me pregnant. I buried my face between her legs. Her period had added a slightly earthy tinge to her natural sex scent, and I love it. I know from experience that removing her tampon with my teeth painstakingly slowly, can make her cum, and so it did on this occasion. As it fell from her onto my thighs, she came, shuddering on my face. 

But she knew I wanted more. We have a sort of ‘cat’. Oh it’s nothing like the real thing….but it does the job. Em has watched the scene with me and slowly, she tied me to the bed. Legs together, wrists together. A pillow under my hips to raise my bum. In the movie, Charlotte manages to get her clit onto the pile of telephone directories being used to raise her hips. Emily wedged a book between my thighs, and went to work. 

No, it’s far from the real deal, but don’t think for a moment it doesn’t hurt. It hurts like a bitch, and soon my hips were writing over the spine of the book between my legs. She varied the pace of the strokes so I never knew when the next would come. In the end, it didn’t take long at all before I was cumming heavily, and wetly again. 

Afterwards, she gently rubbed a lotion onto the inflamed skin of my bum. 

She had achieved exactly what I needed. I had wanted to feel battered and abused, and so I now did. 

I have a fantasy…based on something that happened with Dani while Em was away. It had been a silly little thing really. We’d been in the jacuzzi and when we got out, both horny but unfulfilled, Dani had said that she wanted to, in her words, “…pee and cum again.” I had knelt down on thee decking and invited her to do exactly that. Focusing on her clit with my tongue, she stood splay-legged over me and just as she came, she relaxed herself. I’d love to be on my knees with both girls using me like that. One from the front, one from the back.

After Dani had cum she had asked me if there was anything I’d like to do, and of course there was. I’ve had the oddest little desires flit through my brain recently. Really silly little things, but they turn me on immensely. I know I can trust Dani implicitly. If I suggested something she didn’t want to do, she’d tell me, and the reverse is true, although offhand I can’t think of anything I would refuse her. Anyway, I said I’d like to pee on her too….specifically, I wanted to pee directly onto her bum hole. She lay on her tummy and I squatted over her bum. She pulled her bum cheeks apart which let me see my target. Aiming was much easier than I thought. What was delightful though was that my pee, running down between her legs ran over her clit, making her cum again just as I did. 

Oh, the strange things we do. 

Tomorrow, I know I’ll be sore and bruised, but then that’s exactly what I wanted. 

So now, I’m lying in bed writing this. I once remarked to a friend that what with my love of peeing, outdoor sex, flashing, sex with strangers, any number of role plays, fucking men and women, age play and all, that I was something of a pervert. She said something rather sweet. 

“No…..it means you’re free.”

I hope so.