Just a Little Pain, Please

Published by Hustler Fantasies 2008 (and one of my personal faves)

She winced as her cheek pressed harder into the wall. The dark crimson red paint on her lips had now become a smudge on the ivory plaster. Sweat trickled down her brow as her hair, what was not being pulled back tight into reigns, was plastered to her face. He slammed his cock into her again, harder this time, making her tits slam against the wall and her cheek press even harder. She loved it when he fucked her like this – raw, hard, out of control and so dirty. He pulled her hair harder, yanking her head back, her lipstick all smeared across her face. He grabbed her shoulder with the other hand and buried himself as far and as hard as he could, letting out a final battle cry. She cried out with him, in pain, in pleasure, in ecstasy. Her knees went weak when she came with him but there was nowhere for her to fall, as he still had a death grip on her hair and the other now around her waist, holding himself inside her. This was how she loved it.

They smiled at each other, both satisfied, both exhausted, both knowing there would be another round sooner than later. She got up and turned the shower on in the other room, getting the bathroom steaming hot. When it was ready, she turned the water down just a hair and let him step inside with her. They both let the hot water blast them for a few minutes, leaning against one another. She soaked her hair and started washing it with her head tilted back, her scalp still aching from all of the hair pulling. God, she loved that. She closed her eyes as she massaged the shampoo into her head. She gasped when a warm pair of lips gobbled up one of her nipples and a large hand went over the other. She smiled and looked down, happy to see her swollen breasts being taken care of. She washed his hair as he played along with both of her now erect nipples. Suds were dripping down everywhere now, all over her body and she made sure they were all over his. Her hands started rubbing every little inch of him she could reach. He moaned here and there when she got to a really dirty part. Giggling when she came to his cock, she found it rock hard again. He was about to lean in for a kiss when she dropped to her knees. I so love a nice clean cock she thought to herself. Her knees hit the shower floor and his cock went straight to the back of her throat. No time for gagging tonight, as she let it slide all the way to the back, enjoying every inch of it. She pulled it out and rammed it right back in her throat. Repeating the process several times, moaning while she did it, was more than enough. He reached down and grabbed her arms and pulled her up. Turning her around, he shoved her hard against the glass door, her breasts smashed up against them. He reached down with a few fingers and found her hole, waiting for him…wanting him. HE couldn’t take any more waiting or teasing for that matter, and shoved his hard cock right up inside her. She cried out, in surprise, in pleasure, in just a little pain. He held her arms against the door so she couldn’t move and fucked her as hard as he could without the glass giving away. He didn’t care about her satisfaction right at that moment. The bitch was going to suck his cock like that; she was going to get what was cumming to her. Her let out one more victory cry as he pulled out and shot all over her ass. Then, and only when he was completely finished, did her turn her around and finally give her that kiss.



She sighed as she threw the truck into park. That was last week and they haven’t had sex since then due to the fact that her man was pulling grueling 70 to 80 hour workweeks with not much sleep at all. She did not get to see much of him and when she did, he was either trying to get a couple hours of sleep in or he was in no mood for niceties. He was a bear when he was overworked. She never came to the shop; it was an unwritten law that the girlfriends and boyfriends of the artists were not to hang out in the shop. Created distractions. Her boyfriend of ten years was the boss and he played no exceptions to the rule. Everyone always thought they were married and they may as well have been. They just decided they were not broken, why fix it. They were completely happy with life as it was. She pulled her key out and unlocked the back door and let herself in. The front lights were off, seeing as it was 2:00 in the morning and her old man was crunching numbers in the office. He jumped when she came in. What the hell was she doing here? She knew better than to come to the shop when he was working. What the hell, he thought, he needed a break from all the paperwork he was drowning in.
“What’s up babe? What the hell brings you down here at bar time?” He got up and gave her a kiss. She smiled.
“Well, I thought, since my man has been living in his office all week and I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him, or any other parts of him I have really been missin, I figured I would come down here and give him a break.” She had an evil grin on her face as she pulled off her jacket and dropped it on the floor, exposing her big beautiful breasts, nipples fully erect from the cold. He smiled. He definitely appreciated the gesture. She always knew the right things to do or say. God knows he had a million and one chances to fuck around on her but just never had the desire. They kept each other pretty happy. She walked over to a desk they used just for storage and shoved everything onto the floor. He laughed, knowing she would pick it all up later, the papers, the boxes. She hiked up the thigh length skirt she was wearing and jumped up on the table. She was bare. All bare. He felt his cock come to life and went for his belt buckle. It was undone in no time. He grabbed her head and leaned in for a forceful but passionate kiss. Her lips were so soft and she always smelled so good. Her legs spread automatically, knowing that was his signal He wanted in and she was more than ready. His jeans dropped to the floor. She scooted to the edge of the table and leaned back. He grabbed her neck to steady himself and slid right inside. Damn, was she tight. As much as they had sex, she should have felt like she was ridden hard and put away wet but she exercised. She kept that pussy nice and tight for her man. Some days it hurt and that pissed him off. She never cared. He dealt with it. He started thrusting and she started returning those thrusts with gyrating motions of her hips, which drove him crazy. All of the tension of the week started building up and he started slamming his cock into her…the stress he needed to relieve was unbearable. He started squeezing her neck harder. His eyes were closed and his mind had gone elsewhere. The stress, the lack of sleep, and the assholes he had to deal with. He was about to just let it all go inside of her when he heard her gasping and felt her hands clawing on top of his. He was choking her. He pulled his hands off of her to let her breathe. She had a tear in her eyes. He was about to pull out and let her up but she wouldn’t let him. She locked her feet behind him and pulled him in. He stroked her neck and felt bad and still kept pumping the hell out of her. She cried out, half choking still and he cried out with her, loud and blood curdling, letting the weeks stress out with him. When he was done and saw that she was satisfied as well, he pulled her up and held her against his chest, apologizing in silence for going a little too far this time. But God damn that turned him on. And she didn’t make him stop. He knew he loved her for many reasons but her willingness to satisfy his needs was sure up there on the top of the list.