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 Tonight and Tomorrow

   By sirkeljerk (http://sirkeljerk.diaryland.com)

   This is how I want it tonight: I want to come in the door hard, slamming
it off the wall of your shitty little apartment.  It's one room, its as
clean as you can keep it but your not so good at those things.  You're
lying on your bed in a t-shirt and a red pair of cotton panties.  You're
reading a magazine, twirling your hair like the little fuck slut dream you
are.  A shiver runs through your body before you look up because you can
tell just by the way that I entered the room that very soon your are going
to be on your knees on the threadbare rug with a big cock in your mouth. 
You're excited.  You jump up and throw yourself over to me, kissing my
face, bubbling about your day.  I don't say hello, just push you to your
knees in front of me and reach back to shut the door.

   You're a good little slut, you already have my zipper down and are
reaching your little hand in for my rapidly hardening cock.  Your cool hand
is perfect.  You pull my cock out, lick it, taste it until its hard.  Then
take it into your mouth, teasing at the end, kissing around the slit.  I'm
not in the mood.  I grab your hair, wind my fingers into it, take a good
grip and not so slowly push your head down onto my cock.  Feel it press
against the inside of cheek and then the top of your throat.  You're good,
your relax the gag as the head slides in, hot, tight.  I fuck your head
back and forth on my cock, and saliva overflowing your mouth you stretch to
accommodate, struggle to breath.  I'm pumping you fast on it, using your
mouth, relieving frustrations that aren't your fault but only you can take
away.  It feels good, its hot and warm and pliant, but I don't dare be as
violent as I want to be.

   I pull out and lift you by the hair, precum and saliva smear your face
where they have overrun your mouth, you look like the whore you like to be.
I push you face first down on the bed, a little too hard into the sheet. 
Your ass arches up to rub against my cock, sticking high in the air.  My
pants aren't even off, just my dick sticking out my fly as I savagely pull
the panties down your legs, stitches stretching and breaking.  You step out
of them almost demurely as I slide a finger to your cunt.  Just to check if
you're wet and of course you are, because you're a whore and you like the
rough, angry sex, get off on my need.  I slide all my cock all the way in
on the first penetration, feeling wet and then hot, your walls like a tight
glove pinching at my fat cock.  It almost quenches my need but you moan to
the feeling of being full.  And I need to fuck your slutty cunt.  My hands
are on your hips so that your cunt absorbs each of my hard fast thrusts. 
You have a hand beneath you, rubbing your clit while I fuck you, my balls
slapping off your legs as they swing to what is not a rhythum, just need. I
slap your ass hard and like the mark it leaves so do it again, sliding my
other hand to your hair for the leverage I need to keep thrusting hard and
fast.  Fuck me please you say, fuuuck meee.  The sound bounces with my
thrusts.  It is not quite enough to just fuck you with all my strength, and
so then I am telling you, telling you what you are you little slut, fucking
take my big cock you little fucking whore.  Cum box of mine take me and
fucking like it I say and your easy cries of Fuuuck meeee, fuuuck meee just
egg me on, knowing that you do indeed like it.

   Still its not enough and then I am pulling out and pressing against your
tight ass.  It is so tight, and only slightly lubricated from your juices,
but my cock is soaked with them and it slides you to a scream from you that
turns to a moan.  Fuuuck meee, you repeat over and over as I pound my big
penis into your little tiny ass.  Finally it is enough, my head rushes and
my balls contract.

   You scream as I thrust once more, quite literally burying myself, my
hips pressed tight your ass, my hand pulling your head up, my cock dumping
buckets of white hot cum into your intestines.  My cock contracts over and
over again, my head swimming as my weight crushes you to the bed.  And
then, it lifts and I pull out, still hard, cock soaked, I wipe it on your
sheet and put it back in your pants.  I kiss you once, on the back before I
cross the room and leave.

   That's how I want it.  Don't worry, we can do it your way Tomorrow.



   Today we did it my way.  Tomorrow we'll do it your way: I sit alone in
my room.  The light of the computer bathes my nearly naked body in bluish
light.  I sit hunched, glued to the screen, desperately jerking at my hard
cock through the fly of my boxers.  I look at pictures of women with big
breasts and firm asses.  Picturing them on their knees begging me for what
I know they want.  I startle as you walk through the door, lifting my hand
guiltily from my cock, scrambling to minimize the evidence of my
infidelities.  What have you been doing, you demand.  You are dressed from
work, knee length skirt covering the tops of stockinged thighs.  Blouse
straining to hold in large breasts, revealing lacey white bra as you stand
framed by the light in the doorway.

   The porn is gone, my hands are at my sides, I look up at you and smile
but you are having none of it.  What the hell were you looking at, you
bastard, you demand.  I mumble and look down.  You leap closer, lifting my
chin to look me in the eye.  What, you nearly scream, just in control of
your voice, I drop my eyes again and say it.  Porn.  This infuriates you
and you smack my face viciously.  I continue to stare at the floor and you
grab my ear, forcing me to rise.  I stand over you but it doesn't phase
you, your classy attire making me feel small in my near nudity.  So is that
what you do all day while I work, you demand, voice soft, the edge clear.
Sit at home and spank your little cock, is that what you do while I work my
ass off all day.  You are close to me, I can smell your perfume and
something else.  It is intimidating.  I step back, looking down, away from
you but you follow me, corner me between the bed and the wall.  Answer me,
you are louder, more insistent and when I don't you yank my boxers down,
revealing my still hard cock.  My excitement humiliates me.  You begin:

   "Do you like that I caught you, you fucking perv, you snotty little no
cock brat.  Do you like that I came home and found your hand in your pants
looking at women that you will never have, women who would laugh at you,
who would hate you?"

   You smack me again, and then again, first on the face, but then the
chest, my lack of backbone infuriating you, pushing you to higher and
higher levels of violence.  Finally I am on my knees before you, penis
still hard, my cum stained boxers around my knees.  You continue:

   "You're worthless, a waste of flesh.  You don't deserve me.  You don't
deserve these big tits and this hard ass.  Do you know how other men look
at me?  How other men drool at the thought of this nice juicy ass?  Do you
know that my boss put both his hands on my ass as I bent over the copier
today, squeezed tight and I let him?  Squeezed tight and I pushed back into
him, feeling his hard cock press deliciously between my cheeks.  Do you
know that when he asked me to come back to his office to check a document,
I rubbed back even harder wishing that his cock was penetrating instead of
merely rubbing?"

   I am kneeling, looking up at you as you taunt me.  Your hands brush you
breasts and then unbutton your skirt, it falls away to reveal white lacey
panties, through which I can see your bald shaved lips.  The panties are
very wet and you are rubbing the lace lightly.  I lean forward, just to
smell, but you push my head back violently, bouncing it off the wall. 
Again:
"That is not for you, pussy boy, that is for my big dicked boss who

grabbed me when I came to his office and kissed me deeply before even
shutting the door, claiming his slut secretary as property, shoving his fat
alcoholic tongue down my throat as his hand grabbed my breasts, my ass.  He
pushed me against the door and I could feel that fat cock through his pant
and his big gut all pressing up against me.  He told me that he could be
very nice to me if I was nice to him and I could not resist the size of his
big cock.  I needed to see it."

   I can't look at your face, the twisted lust there, the need, it is too
exciting.  I am worried that I might cum on the floor, worried what you
might think.  You slide your panties down your legs and reveal the soaking
lips of your bare pussy.  Your blouse is off, bra pulled down, and your
nipples hard.  You dip a finger in your cunt as you talk, taste it as you
tell me of getting on your knees in your boss's office and sucking the cum
from his big smelly cock.  As you tell me how his sweat and cum soaked your
whoring face, you pull my head from the wall and bury it between your legs,
aiming me where you want my tongue.  Fucking my face with your pelvis.  You
sit back on the bed and talk of eating out your bosses fat hairy ass as I
lick and suck your lips, a machine for your to control, drowning between
your legs.

   "That's it you stupid cuntlapping bitch.  That's something your good
for, suck my pussy, eat me.  Oooh, fuck.  Fuck I'm so fucking hot.  I have
been ever since tasting his cum.  Ever since he fucked me in the ass in the
middle of his office.  Wouldn't touch my pussy because he knew that you'd
been there.  Wouldn't give me relief because he know I had a bitch like you
at home for that.  Suck meeee, oh right there.  Yes.  Fuck when that fat
cock slipped into my ass, I thought I'd bleed, it was so big, fucking me in
and out, filling my hard little ass with, oh fuck me.  Oooohh.  Fuck.  Yes,
I begged him to fuck my pussy, begged him to give me his fat rod, to fuck
me without a condom.  To fuck my dirty pussy.  To show me what a real man
feels like between my legs.  But he said I had pussy boy for my pussy. 
After he came in my ass and I was lying on the for, rubbing my clitty and
begging for release, he told me to go home to pussy boy.  Fuck, fuck my
pussy with that tongue.  Fuck.  You cunt slut, fuck."

   My face is soaked with your juices and I can't breathe, all I can do is
suck, lick, hope you cum before I suffocate.  Both your hands are on the
back of my head, burying me inside you, tongue in your hole, on your clit,
I live in your pussy.  You humiliate me with every word, showing me that
I'm just a tool, just a glorified dildo for your soaking wet hole.  You
moan and wriggle under me, giving your pleasure away, but I can't know if
it is just because I am so embarrassingly worthless that it excites you. 
Your juices flow faster and you are slapping the back of my head.  Your
pelvis fucks up into my tongue and you start chanting.  Fuck.  Pussy.  Boy.
You cum screaming as I slide a finger into your ass.  It is dry around my
wet finger and then I want to cum to and I stand between your legs, dick
hard.  Lean towards you to put it in.  You look up from where you are
sprawled on the bed and suddenly push me away.  I don't want that thing,
you say, pushing me against the wall again, this time facing it.  Jerk it
over there.

   I do, and cum all over the wall to the sounds of your laughter.