Insatiable

Brandon was not extremely good looking. He had a slightly better than average face with a very good body. He was average height, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were dark and penetrating. He had a square, well-formed jaw and moderately thick, pouty lips. He rarely smiled, although when he did, it made Amanda tingle. He had a mysterious aura about him. He was quiet, yet confident. Sullen and intelligent. He possessed an almost "James Dean" quality, yet he was capable of brief moments of witty humor when he desired. He was dressed plainly with grey-ish coloured jeans and a simple button-up black shirt. Amanda could tell that Brandon had recently been to the gym, as his hair was still slightly damp and the muscles in his arms were still slightly engorged, retaining that full, pumped appearance that accompanies and especially strenuous workout. Admittedly, Amanda knew very little about Brandon. Aside from his sexual proclivities and drink preferences she had almost zero knowledge of his personal life, his work, or his family.

And she liked it that way.

He was simply a sexual avatar. A kinky toy to be brought out and used whenever she so desired in order to satisfy her dark, carnal urges. Although she played the part of the obedient, submissive sex slave, deep down she knew that it was she that was using him.

Brandon entered the apartment and glanced around, almost to gage the legitimacy of the situation as he followed his host into the kitchen. As she lead him into her boyfriend's apartment, she let the robe fall from her shoulders, giving him a clear view of her slutty attire as she walked.

"Want a drink?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder as she motioned to the bottle of vodka, situated in a dripping pool of condensation on the black granite counter.

His dark eyes were scanning her body, from her fishnet clad legs up to her plentifully round ass. From her tightly cinched waist to her immaculately applied make-up complete with deep, sultry mascara. A drink was obviously the last thing on his mind.

"How about you get down on your fucking knees," he answered back in an emotionless tone.

Amanda held back a smile upon hearing those words. This was exactly what she had been hoping for.

Obediently she knelt down, the hard floor biting into her knees though the skimpy fishnet stockings. The metal, chain linked leash gathered in a small pile between her legs. Brandon approached, looming over her as he reached over and grabbed the bottle from the counter. With his other hand, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled Amanda's face into him. She was breathing heavily as he forced her against his crotch, her face pressed against his jeans, feeling the hardness of his desirable cock straining from within.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, lewdly grinding himself into her gasping, parted mouth.

"Yes..." she replied meekly, opening her lips around the hardness in his pants.

Brandon put the vodka bottle to his mouth and bit down on the blue plastic cap, pulling it free with a hollow "pop." He then spit it across the counter into the stainless steel sink before taking a long swig of the potent liquid. Suddenly his grip tightened around Amanda's ponytail and he yanked her head back with violent force.

"You want to be my whore?" he asked, glaring into her dusky, grey-ish green eyes.

"Yes."

"I want to hear you beg," he ordered, setting the bottle back down on the counter.

"Please..." Amanda pleaded as she looked up into his cold, unwavering eyes. "Please let me be your whore. Please let me suck your cock."

Then Brandon did something he had never done before. He spit into Amanda's face.

Immediately, an overwhelming sense of humiliation and vulnerability coursed through her body as she felt his saliva dripping down her face. She was shocked and incredibly turned on at the same time. The corner of his lip curled into a bit of a smile as he realized that he truly could do whatever he wanted to her at that moment.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

She did.

Again he spit, this time into her open, waiting mouth. She could taste the vodka in his saliva. Her chest heaved beneath the tight fitting corset.

"Is this what you want?" Brandon asked, suddenly turning around and backing his ass into Amanda's face.

Taken aback, she hesitated before answering. Of course the response was "yes."

"Show me, you filthy fucking cheating whore."

Those words came at the exact, perfect time. The cold realization set in. She was a cheating whore. She was on her knees in her boyfriend's place with another man's spit running down her face as she silently begged him to let her please him in the filthiest ways possible.

Amanda's pussy dampened even more as she nuzzled her face into Brandon's tight, muscular ass, her lips pawing at him through the thin denim. As she mouthed him through his pants, she heard the tell-tale sound of his zipper opening. Turning around he presented himself to her, his hands motionless at his sides. Timidly, she reached up only to have him slap her small, delicate hands away.

"Beg."

"Please let me suck your cock and lick your ass," she implored as she knelt submissively before him.

Brandon smiled in response and Amanda reached up once again, this time managing to tug his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs, finally freeing his cock which swung tantalizingly before her face. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she opened her mouth and took the meaty organ inside. Brandon wasted no time in proceeding to pump his hips forward as he reached down to grab the leash that was dangling free amid her legs. Pulling the chain taut, he forced himself inside her, relishing the gagging sound he produced from her mouth and throat.

"You look like such a whore right now," he mentioned nonchalantly, as he pulled his saliva soaked cock from Amanda's mouth and slapped it rudely across her face. "Down on your knees...in your boyfriend's kitchen...with a cock in your mouth."

Amanda relished the harsh words and they served only to drive her to further depths of depravity. She did feel like a whore. And she was fucking loving it.

Brandon lifted his dick upwards and pulled her mouth to his balls, making her suck them as he slowly rubbed his shaft. Amanda moaned as she sucked away, secretly wishing that he had come fresh from the gym. The idea of being forced to suck his sweaty balls and ass was an idea that made her pussy absolutely drool.

Turning around, he then let his pants drop down to his ankles before kicking them aside.

"Lick my asshole," he ordered, his voice calm and monotone.

Amanda had licked Brandon's ass before, but it had always been when they were both drunk...and with the lights off. Now, she sat staring at his naked, toned, hairless ass as he held her by the leash like some submissive pet. Leaning forward, she pressed her face into his muscular cheeks and lashed out with her tongue, immediately finding his tiny hole. He let out a soft moan as he felt the softness of her wet little tongue on his asshole and he yanked the chain, pulling her in deeper. He slightly lifted one leg to allow her easier access and she took full advantage, treating his tiny orifice to the most eager work her little tongue could provide. Brandon was now stroking his cock as she serviced him, the pumping of his fist growing more and more frantic with every swipe of her dirty little tongue.

"Ugh....Fuck!" he groaned suddenly as he turned slightly to the side.

Amanda kept tonguing his anus as Brandon proceeded to shoot a strong stream of white jism across her boyfriend's kitchen cabinets. Standing up on his toes, he struggled to collect as much of the white fluid on the counter top as his fist squeezed every last drop from the head of his dick. Dropping back down to his heels, he let out a long breath as Amanda floundered at his feet, jostled to and fro by the leash in his hand.

After a brief pause, he proceeded to wrap the chain around her neck as she watched his cum running down the brown wooden cabinet surface, leaving a long, translucent trail in its wake. With one hand grasping the leash and the other taking ahold of her bouncing ponytail, Brandon then forced her face towards the glistening streak. Hungrily, she opened her mouth and caught the descending glob of cum with her tongue before sliding her lips upwards, replacing the long trail of sticky cum with a shiny sheen of her own saliva. When she reached the top of the cabinet, Brandon roughly pulled her to her feet and pressed her face against the hard granite surface.

"Lick it up whore," he muttered, spitting again into her gasping face. "Every drop. We don't want your boyfriend finding my cum on his kitchen counter..."

Amanda was actually a little surprised at his sternness and aggression, but she definitely liked it. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to relinquish all control and let Brandon utterly degrade her. And she proved it my running her tongue over the smooth surface, licking up every drop of his essence.

"Now I'll have that drink," he stated plainly, tossing the leash to the floor and sauntering his way across the floor into the living room.

Amanda took a brief moment to compose herself before going about making her guest a cocktail. There was something very sexy-feeling about being dressed like that and serving Brandon. As she mixed the drink she imagined how hot it would be to serve a group of men while dressed as a total whore...having them take her and use her whenever they pleased....

"Looks like you've been having fun," Brandon said, snapping her out of her lascivious daydream.

He, of course, was referring to the assortment of sex toys that littered the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"What can I say?" she responded, joining him in the living room. "I was feeling naughty."

She set the drink down on the coffee table between the suction cup dildo and the bottle of lubricant as Brandon kicked off the rest of his clothes. Amanda took a moment to admire his body before he once again put her to work.

"Let's see this little outfit you have on," he said, making a twirling motion with his finger.

Amanda smiled and stood before him, spinning around slowly to allow him a full view of her choice of scandalous clothing.

"Nice," he said, taking a long drink from his glass. "Did your boyfriend buy that for you?"

"Yes," she answered, feigning bashfulness. "Does that turn you on?"

"Maybe," he stated, again with very little emotion. "What about these? Did he pay for all these too?"

Amanda smiled as he motioned to the sex toys on the table.

"Yes."

"Well, why don't you show me what you do with these?"

"You want me to give you a little show?"

Brandon nodded, taking another sip of his drink.

"Get down on your hands and knees. Let me see that ass."

Once again reverting to the role of the submissive, Amanda did as she was told. She turned around and got down on all fours. Her knees were still sore from the kitchen floor so she was thankful for the soft green rug that covered most of the living room floor. Silently she thanked Taylor for picking it out when they had gone shopping together some months back.

Brandon remained silent.

A sense of vulnerability once again came to dominate the atmosphere in the room. She felt so...submissive. So...used...Yet so sexy.

The little black mini skirt was riding up high, exposing her ass which was covered only by the thin strip of black fabric nestled snugly between her cheeks.

"Pull your panties down."

His voice was stern and commanding. Amanda did as she was told.

"Spread your ass."

Again she did as she was told, allowing her face to be pressed against the plush carpet as she reached back and pulled her taut little cheeks apart in a lewd display of total subservience.

"Whose ass is that?" he asked, lounging back on Taylor's sofa, naked with a drink in his hand.

"Yours," Amanda replied, her voice taking on an innocent tenor that betrayed the absolutely filthy scene she was providing.

"Stick your finger up your ass," Brandon ordered bluntly, drinking as he stroked his flaccid cock. "Play with yourself. I want you to make me nice and hard so I can fuck you in your boyfriend's bed."

Amanda closed her eyes and sucked her finger before reaching back and running the tip over her tight little knot. When it was adequately lubricated with saliva and pussy fluids, she slipped the finger inside as her newfound master looked on. She slipped it in and out, a little deeper each time until she was sliding it deep inside her hungry little asshole, reveling in the pleasure she was providing Brandon with her filthy actions.

"Now suck it."

Amanda knew at that time that there was nothing that she would not do for him.

Pulling her finger from her ass, she sucked it into her mouth, gaining nothing from the filthy act other than pleasing Brandon. Lazily, he worked his cock and sipped his drink as she treated him to an erotic anal masturbation show which was quickly about to escalate.

Taking the initiative, Amanda grabbed the vibrator from the table and worked it into her pussy, moaning softly as the hard plastic object slipped easily inside her. All feelings of inhibition now drifted away as she fucked her holes with fingers and toy, using deep penetrating strokes. She then pulled the vibrator from her pussy and began to force it into her ass as she once again sucked her dirty little finger. Twisting and turning, Amanda slid the object inch by inch into her hole as Brandon watched contentedly. At that moment, as she presented herself in the most vulnerable of positions...she wondered if she would ever do something like this for Taylor...? Would she degrade herself...and allow herself to be used and humiliated...?

Before she could answer her own subliminal question, she heard the sound of Brandon attaching the large suction cup dildo to the coffee table. Looking back, she saw the imposing rubber cock swaying back and forth as it sat, stuck to the surface in an almost comical fashion. Like a semi-turgid, sexual colossus it stood before her, beckoning her forth. She knew what she needed to do.

Standing up, she stared into his dark, malevolent looking eyes as she sucked the blue plastic vibrator and stepped towards the coffee table. Brandon finished his drink and set the empty glass down. Amanda could see his dick already beginning to fill once again. Straddling the corner of the table with her back to him, she reached down to steady the large life like dildo. Aiming the tip at her descending hole, she then lowered her pussy down onto the waiting, rubber penis. Although it was only about seven or eight inches long, it was immensely thick, and Amanda had to slow her descent as her lips stretched around the helmet-shaped, realistic head. As she felt the substantial phallus filling her body, her middle finger began to massage her clit with quick, deliberate motions. Taking it as far as she could, she started moving up and down on it, fucking it as she played with her sensitive fleshy button while using her other hand to rub her asshole for Brandon's viewing pleasure.

She then felt his breath on the back of her neck.

He was standing behind her as she continued her demeaning performance. He grabbed her hair and yanked it back as he forced her deep down onto the thick dildo.

"You are the dirtiest fucking whore I have ever met," he hissed into her ear.

Amanda loved his dirty insults. She craved them. She wanted him to think of her as a dirty fucking whore. She wanted him to retain memories of this experience for the rest of his days. Like a kinky ghost drifting through his life, she would pass through, leaving only memories in her wake as he struggled in futility to find another girl that would ever meet his darkest, carnal needs.

Her legs were aching, but she retained the uncomfortable position of half-squatting down on the large dildo. Brandon snatched up a moderately sized red rubber butt plug and shoved it into her mouth. Amanda sucked enthusiastically, moaning as she gyrated her hips and clutched at her breasts with untamed lust. He then pulled the plug from her mouth and slid it down between her pert little ass cheeks as she bottomed out on the massively thick dildo. As she felt the slender, cone shaped implement behind pushed into the confines of her hungry little asshole, she found herself glancing over at the door.

Her heart stopped for brief second as she considered the possible implications if Taylor decided to come home early. What a scene he would be walking in on. For some reason, the possibility turned Amanda on even more and she reached back to spread her ass cheeks as the plug slipped all the way in.

He was behind her still, now standing closely. She could feel his half erect cock pressing against the curve of her lower back, below the edge of the corset and above the top of her ass. His muscular, well-formed chest was against her back and his hands were lecherous groping her body. Inspecting her...testing her...She was an object. A toy for Brandon to play with and abuse like a naughty child with a doll.

He squeezed one of her breasts hard and slapped her briskly across the ass, leaving a lingering flushed mark. He grabbed her cheek and pressed his fingers into her flesh as he guided her body up off the suction cup dildo, one hand leading her with a tight grip on her ponytail. As the toy popped free from the confines of Amanda's pussy, it once again swayed back and forth, now glistening wet with her juices. Brandon forced her down to her knees and she found herself face to face with the soaking wet phallus as he picked up the chain attached to the collar around her slender neck. With his other hand tightly holding her hair, he forced her mouth down onto the rubber dick.

"Suck it slut. Suck that fucking cock."

Amanda's teeth scraped the sides and her lips stretched to capacity as she felt herself forced to take in the massively thick object. Nearing the point of pain, she gagged and her spit dribbled out to run down the shaft to mix with her vaginal fluids already coating the toy. As Brandon relinquished his hold on her hair, she gasped for breath before running her tongue up and down the sides of the fake cock, relishing the taste of her pussy.

After a couple minutes of watching Amanda lick and suck the dildo clean, Brandon was fully erect and ready to progress to the next stage of their kinky little drama.

"Come on," he said, yanking the metal, chain linked leash as if she were a disobedient dog. "Let's go to the bedroom."

As he walked across the apartment holding the bottle of lubricant in one hand and the leash in the other, Amanda followed, degrading herself further by crawling on her hands and knees. The fishnet stockings that adorned her legs slid easily across the hardwood floor. The idea of fucking another man in her boyfriend's bed...the bed that he bought and paid for...the bed that he slept in every night...created an odd sensation deep inside her. This was taking the idea of "cheating" to a whole new level, and it was turning her on like nothing ever had in her relatively short life.

The combination of the plug in her ass and the leash around her neck was making her pussy tingle with sexual electricity and she longed to touch her hand to her clit for some kind of erotic release. As he led her into the bedroom, she hopped up onto the bed as he climbed up behind her. The smell of sex from earlier that morning still lingered in the air and Amanda arched her back in a provocative pose, displaying her tight round ass, centered by the end of the little red butt plug protruding from between her lusciously firm cheeks.

Brandon was obviously turned on although he was doing his best to maintain his composure. Kneeling behind her, he let a droplet of spit drop down onto his eager shaft. The extraneous lubrication, however, was not needed as Amanda's pussy was undoubtedly the wettest it had ever been. He stroked his cock a few times before positioning it at the opening of her waiting lips. Her body lurched forward suddenly as she felt his hips being driven forcefully into the back of her thighs and his dick being driven deep inside her.