Just for kicks I told her the truth. Okay, it had a lot to do
with her small tits that I could see through her transparent shirt and
perhaps I had a bit too much to drink at that bar that night but I
thought “why not?” I’d try the truth for once and see what it got me.
“How did I know you suck your brother-in-law’s cock?” I said.
“Or are you more curious as to why I would sit next to you in a crowded
bar and say something like that?”
“Yeah, both,” she said a bit feisty. Gods, I did love short hair
blondes. Short hair is the best for giving blowjobs.
“The truth is, it’s magic,” I said. “I know everything there is
to know when it comes to a woman’s secrets. I can look at you and you
glow with a hundred lights with your guilt. When I get closer, I can
see each individual piece of guilt like it has its own separate bulb.”
“Bullshit,” she laughed. “This is some kind of a line.”
“No, really,” I said. “I can see that you’re not wearing panties
and that you never wear panties to work either. I see it because it
gets you off and you feel guilty for it.”
She snorted. “You can tell I’m bare from the tight jeans, and
you’re guessing about work.”
I shrugged. “Fair enough. What about the fact that you kissed
your coworker’s boyfriend at the Christmas party when she wasn’t
looking? I can see that you loved the way he stared at you for the
whole night, ignoring the bitch you work with.”
Her blue eyes narrowed and she really looked at me now. She
could see that I was no loser. I work out and it shows. My curly
blonde hair and blue eyes were attractive enough to pick up women
without any crazy lines. Still she wasn’t convinced.
“Lucky guess again,” she said.
“If you think so,” I said. “My name is Lucas, and yours?”
She took me hand. “Barbara,” she said.
Ah, the power in a name. I have never given my true name myself
until tonight but it was just that kind of a night. I held her name in
my mind and the other parts of her opened to me like a lover’s thighs.
“Well Barbara, let’s get out of the realm of lucky guesses then,
if you are game?”
She was. As long as I was buying drinks, she could try something
new.
“You had you first orgasm at your senior prom. Your date had
talked you into hiding behind the gym bleachers and he went down on
you. You came almost instantly and have never cum so fast again.”
“Think that was a guess? I know you name your vibrator, Brad. I
know you never married Felix because his dick was so small and you
couldn’t get off on it and I also know you still feel guilty about
letting that stop you. I can name your last six lovers, though two of
them you only know their screen names. What I can tell you is that
your last six lovers all belonged to someone else and that is why you
seduced them.”
“Holy shit,” Barbara said. “Who are you?”
“I don’t know any more,” I said. “I’m what bad girls want. It’s
what I do.”
She leaned closer and I could smell her perfume through the smoky
haze of the bar. Her eyes were bright and intense, perhaps seeing
something of my own guilt. When she leaned, I could see down her shirt
to her sweaty breasts underneath.
“What do you want?” she asked. “Are you blackmailing me?”
It’s what she wanted but for once I didn’t take the bait. “No,
I’m not blackmailing you, Barbara. I’m just a guy in a bar trying to
impress a pretty lady so she’ll take me seriously. It’s not easy
seeing the darker side of women all the time.”
Barbara shook her head and lighted another cigarette. “How did
you get like this?”
“Believe or not I worked for it. I studied magic. No, not the
crap you see on stages with disappearing cars or the even more
senseless crap you can buy in a candle shop. I’m talking real magic:
the good shit. Real magic is as old as the first orgasm, as young as
the first time a man jacks off. I studied and I studied and I worked
hard for this gift. There are rituals that are perverse to the soul,
and I did them gladly to do what I can do today.”
“What? See what lurks in a women’s mind?” Barbara asked. She
smiled as she smoked. “I don’t see what good it is other than scare
the shit out of them. Unless you really are a blackmailer.”
Her dismissal of my sacrifice annoyed me. “Its more than that.
It’s the ability to know what haunts a woman’s dreams. It’s the
knowledge of the fantasies that a woman doesn’t admit to no one but
herself. Better yet, it’s the power to know exactly what a guilty
woman considers to be her just punishment and to deliver it. That is
what I carry with me.”
Barbara put her hand on my thigh and took another drag of her
cigarette. “That’s what you crave, isn’t it? Punishing wicked women
and having them like it. You have some serious hang ups.”
I laughed and rested my hand on hers. “You’re right. I do have
issues. I would change if I could but it is too late for that. Now
that I have the power, it swells up within me. When it does, I can’t
ignore it, I can’t delay it and I can’t put it aside till I find
someone to punish and fuck.”
She stubbed out her cigarette and took another drink. “Am I your
next victim?” Barbara laughed a bit unconvincingly. “Sorry bud,
you’re barking up the wrong tree. I don’t feel guilty for who I am. I
like sex and I like to fuck. It’s not the damn Sixties. I’m not one
of those sad women that needs to be punished for having fun.”
I held her hand a little tighter and poured some of my own power
into her. Barbara gasped and her hard nipples poked against her shirt.
My need was screaming at me to hurry but damn it, I was calling the
shots tonight.
“I thought so too at first,” I said. “I had hopes that you would
be different. Your guilt shined the dimmest out of the women here
tonight and I wanted to meet someone who could resist me because maybe
it meant I could resist my own desires. It’s not true though, is it?”
She clenched my hand tighter as my magic pulsed under her skin
and broke down the walls she had erected. Barbara had always felt
shame for the casual way she treated men but she had become an expert
at burying it. She was afraid of commitment and she was still chasing
other women’s men just to prove commitment didn’t work. Her guilt was
always there, just under the surface where it ate and gnawed at her to
the point that she seduced other women’s men just to make herself feel
better. These were modern times and it was wrong to feel guilty over
sex but yet there it still was, as present today as it was a hundred
years ago.
“Oh God,” Barbara said. “It hurts.” She clenched my hand so
hard that her nails were drawing blood. “I’ve been terrible to all
those men. And their wives!”
“I know,” I said. I put my arm around her and hugged her, two
lonely people hugging in a bar is as sad as you would imagine. For one
brief moment I wondered if this would be enough to ease her pain.
“Do it,” Barbara said in my ear.
“Do what?” I asked but I knew.
“Punish me,” she whispered. “Take me, use me, I don’t care but
just do something.”
“No,” I said. “Now that you’ve got it out, you’ll be better.
Hiding it was what was making you suffer, this is only temporary.”
She broke my hug and grabbed my shirt. Her eyes were not so
pretty now. They were angry.
“You bastard,” she yelled. “Give it to me! You can’t do this to
me and not help me! You’ve made me feel like shit! You’ve got to
punish me! It’s what you do!”
I grabbed the back of her head and sank my fingers into her short
hair. She winced as I pulled her head back but she melted into my
mouth when I kissed her lips. Everyone was watching but that was what
she needed.
“Is this what you want?” I growled. “Do you even know what you
are asking for? Selfish cunt, all you care about is your own pain that
you created yourself. I should take you out in the alley and just fuck
you on the cement.”
Barbara trembled. “Yes,” she said. The bitch had the nerve to
smile!
“Come on,” I said while my hand kept an iron grip on her hand.
Forcefully I led her out of the bar as she stumbled behind me. Several
of the men in the bar laughed and Barbara blushed. They knew she was
going to be taken to be fucked the humiliation was exactly what she
wanted.
We walked out of the bar and turned left into the dark alley
beside it. A dumpster provided good coverage so I led her behind it.
It was dark back there with only the light from a distant streetlight
to guide us. I pushed her up against the dumpster and slipped my hand
under her shirt. Once I felt her sweaty nipple, I remembered again why
I made the sacrifice so long ago.
I kissed her again and I tasted the cigarettes, alcohol and
desperation in her mouth. While I kissed her, my hands unbuckled her
jeans while her own hands grabbed my ass. I broke the kiss long enough
to pull her shirt over her head and I held her wrists so she couldn’t
cover her bare breasts. As I held her hands, I kissed her again and
bit her tongue.
“Ow!” she said when I finally let her mouth go.
“Say it louder if you want,” I said. “I’m sure people passing by
would love to hear it.”
I bent down and grabbed a nipple in my teeth. Barbara cried out
again but quieter this time. That didn’t stop me. Her small breasts
were a delight to nibble and I enjoyed pulling her nipple with my teeth
until they popped from my mouth. Every time a stiff nipple escaped my
biting grip, Barbara twisted and moaned.
I still held her wrists tightly as I went from nipple to nipple,
biting and pulling to my heart’s content. My power flowed from my
mouth, exciting and teasing her to heights undreamed up. Oh, it still
hurt but it hurt like a wonderful ache after a night of fucking.
Barbara never complained and once she almost climaxed from my biting
alone.
“Turn around,” I growled and Barbara paused. She could hear the
desire in my voice and it frightened her. Good. It should. I took
her by the shoulders and spun her around. Face first I pushed her
against the dumpster. She looked behind her and I grabbed her by the
hair and turned her head back around. My hand stayed in her short
hair, pulling at her scalp till she protested about my grip.
I ignored her. Her bare ass was almost as flat as her chest and
I told her so. It didn’t stop me from spanking her with my hand
though.
SMACK! My hand fell on her ass and I felt the dumpster creak as
she jumped against it.
“Remember when you said you were too well adjusted of a bitch to
need this?” I asked.
SMACK!
“Yes!” Barbara said.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Remember when you said that you weren’t one of those sad cunts
who like this?”
“Yes! I was wrong! I’m sorry!” Barbara cried out. Her voice
echoed in the alley but I don’t think she noticed.
SMACK! I kept spanking her and she danced the entire time. Her
head was still pinned against the dumpster but oh how the rest of her
body moved! Up and down her buttocks pumped and her feet never kept
still. I spanked her bare-handed, just like she wished her fiancé had
except I did it twice as hard as he ever could. In the dimness of the
alley, her buttocks glowed with heat as I slapped my hand over them
again and again.
She began to cry from the intensity of it all and that was when I
stopped. Her own sobs shamed her but released her as well. Barbara
cried with her face pressed against the dirty metal like she hadn’t
cried in over ten years.
That was when I took her.
I slipped my cock into her pussy from behind and she cried out
from the girth that expanded her. I wrapped my arms around her waist
and lifted her feet from the ground while I pounded her. Soon she
stopped crying and now she was just moaning like it was her first time.
Her spanked ass was hot against my stomach and her sore welts being
pressed made her dance in my arms. Barbara squirmed and moaned but she
didn’t fight me. It was exactly what she had begged me to do.
The dumpster shook with every thrust. I humped her against the
dumpster in the dark alley while cars drove by. Even though I had
released her head, Barbara held on to the dumpster and kept her face on
the metal. Fast and hard, I fucked her tight wet pussy while she was
impaled on my body. Her legs hung limply around my cock as I drove up
into her. I could feel the sweat pouring from her back, sliding down
to my stomach and down to my crotch. It felt good.
“Is this what you want, slut?” I asked between thrusts.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Louder,” I demanded and pushed harder up into her.
“Yes!” Barbara moaned.
“Louder!” I growled as her pussy tightened around me.
“YES!” she yelled.
I stepped away from the dumpster with her still in my arms. She
moaned as I knelt down and the blonde happily got down on her hands and
knees. My hands lifted her ass while I pushed down on her face. When
her cheek was against the filthy ground, only then did I resume fucking
her pussy.
My thrusts pushed her against the ground like a plow and she
never complained. Barbara wanted a fuck that was as dirty as she felt
about herself. She wanted to be used and she was. My hips slammed
into her sore ass as I pounded her from behind. It was good for all
involved.
I pushed some of my power and made her cum. Her hands clawed the
concrete as she screamed her pleasure.
I made her cum again and she shook all over.
I made her cum again and she offered to give me anything,
anything I wanted in the world.
She couldn’t give it to me. I on the other hand, could give her
what she wanted.
When she came again, I pulled out and walked around to her head.
She tried to rise and my foot went to the back of her neck. With her
ass still up in the air, I pumped my cock in my hand. My seed flew
out, splattering her red buttocks and sliding down her back to her
pinned shoulders. I made sure that I sprayed every drop onto her body
until she was coated in my cum.
“Get up,” I said.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she said. “That was exactly
what I needed.”
“Yes, it was,” I said.
I turned to leave and she stood up and called to me
“Lucas, wait! Where are you going?”
I smiled and I think she saw me in the darkness. “Why? Do you
want my number? Are you planning to hook up later or are you inviting
me to your home?”
I walked up to her and grabbed her small nipple in my hand and I
twisted. She winced, but again she didn’t struggle. I knew my cum was
sliding back down her body and that when it touched her welts it
burned.
“This is the kind of life I can offer you,” I said. “Do you
really want it night after night? Do you want to be punished over and
over until we find out what the limit is? I’ve given you a chance to
forgive yourself and move on. Do you really think you deserve to be
punished for the rest of your life?”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. When I walked away and
left her to find her shirt in the alley, Barbara didn’t call out to me
again.
What every bad girl really wants to hear is that they are not so
bad after all.
The end.
