Enter the Sadist

“Fuck my ass! Hard,” she panted while sup­port­ing her­self with her lit­tle hands on my chest as she was rid­ing me. For a heart­beat I didn’t com­pre­hend what she was say­ing, all I knew that she was sug­gest­ing some­thing that would remove me from the lovely, soft warmth of her cunt.

My eyes snapped open. Fuck her ass? Sure; it was on the agenda for the week­end after all. This week­end was her last as an anal vir­gin. I had been telling her in no uncer­tain terms before I arrived that I was going to take her ass.

But I had also told her that I wanted to do it slowly and gen­tly the first time. She was quite sur­prised of my deter­mi­na­tion to ease her into it because I am, after all, a sadist.

Or as she likes to call me: Crazy Meanie.

“Are you sure?” I asked, sur­prise prob­a­bly leak­ing through in my tone. I remem­ber reach­ing up with my hand but I can’t remem­ber if I grasped her throat or her nipples.

I wasn’t so sure, myself, at that moment. I had already told her what to expect, that I would be gen­tle the first time. I didn’t want her to later on feel like I didn’t stick to my word. Espe­cially con­sid­er­ing how painful it would be for her. What if I turned her off on anal sex because of it?

“Yes,” she panted and looked at me, eyes blaz­ing with deter­mi­na­tion, almost as if to chal­lenge me.

Tak­ing her vir­gin­ity gen­tly did indeed seem to go against my grain and, frankly, I was almost as sur­prised as her that I would forgo an excel­lent oppor­tu­nity to tear into her. Still, I had even pre­pared by bring­ing a lube syringe to min­i­mize friction.

Don’t ask me what I was think­ing; I can’t fig­ure it out, myself. Granted, she was new to erotic pain and I didn’t want to over­load her with too many intense sen­sa­tions at once.

After all, she didn’t even know what it felt like to be taken in the ass and I sup­pose I didn’t want to mud­dle that expe­ri­ence with white-​hot blind­ing pain. By doing it gen­tly once or even a few times, she would be able to tell the dif­fer­ence between being fucked in the ass for plea­sure and being fucked in the ass for pain.

Thing is, being of my par­tic­u­lar bent, I don’t do the for­mer. In fact, in the past, even though I never shied away from anal sex, I never under­stood the pur­pose of it and thus only did it on the lady’s request. Pussy sim­ply feels bet­ter; it’s lubri­cated and I like the tex­ture of it a lot more.

And of course, there is less logis­tics sur­round­ing using her pussy; as soon as you’re done drain­ing your­self into it, you can grab the lady by her hair and make her clean up after her­self with her mouth, like the good lit­tle slut she is. You can’t do that if you have been in her ass.

I pushed myself into her pussy a cou­ple of times from below. I was not at all sure that I wanted to leave that clingy warmth. I could hear a growl in the dis­tant recesses of my mind; I belong buried in that cunt and I didn’t want to emerge.

“Yes,” she moaned again, this time with her eyes closed and her face raised to the ceil­ing and I believed her. She wanted this.

The temp­ta­tion of tak­ing her vir­gin­ity in my own way, with­out wor­ry­ing about more than keep­ing her safe, with­out wor­ry­ing about her plea­sure what­so­ever, proved to be too much for me. The need to tear into her, to take her, to push down her head and make her stay put while I used her, firmly took hold of me.

Screw stick­ing to the plan, I thought. I men­tally chuck­led at my use of the word “screw.”

“Lay down on your stom­ach,” I said and pushed her to the side and got out from under­neath her. I wasn’t going to be gen­tle to her in a few sec­onds and I wouldn’t be gen­tle get­ting her in posi­tion. This was my show now.

She imme­di­ately assumed a deli­ciously spread doggie-​style posi­tion instead of lay­ing down on her stom­ach. Obvi­ously she had played out this sce­nario in her head ahead of time and this was the way she had imag­ined it.

Not so tough now; she must be ner­vous, per­haps even scared, I thought to myself and smiled while run­ning my fin­ger­tips lightly over her lower spine.

“No, on your stom­ach. Legs together.”

I could tell that she was a bit bewil­dered, try­ing to fig­ure out how it would work as she silently got into posi­tion. Was that a lit­tle bit of reluc­tance I saw in the ten­ta­tive­ness of her motions?

Poor girl… She had made her choice, though. Heh.

Momma Dreamwalker raised her cub to not keep a lady wait­ing so I mounted my female’s body as her head came to rest on the bed, close to the head­board. I guided my cock in-​between her ass-​cheeks but didn’t bother with more aim­ing than that. With enough push­ing force, it would find her vir­gin entrance on its own. And it did just that, as if there was a fun­nel direct­ing me into her.

Her head snapped up from the bed and a gut­tural moan escaped her while I sank deeper and deeper into her. I felt small shiv­ers in her arms and legs and I lay down square on top of her, using my body weight to drive myself home.

Oh, man, that felt so good. No lube so there was quite a bit of fric­tion. Just enough fric­tion, though, since I was wet from hav­ing been inside her pussy moments ago.

I fucked her deep and hard and with no con­cern about her com­fort or her plea­sure. I used her for my own plea­sure, encour­aged by her whim­pers and moans of pain and dis­com­fort. This was her first ass-​fuck and I was try­ing to make her scream in pain.

And she did. And it was like hear­ing angels sing. She screamed and I could hear the love in her screams of pain. She was doing this for me, to show me that she was wor­thy of me. She was wor­ried that since she was so new to all this, I might get bored with her.

I wasn’t bored at all. On the con­trary; my heart was danc­ing a sadis­tic rain-​dance in my chest and I had an epiphany as I was dri­ving myself deep into her. I grasped her throat and choked her to silence her and I nuz­zled my face close to her ear, her hair tick­ling my nose.

“I feel like I’m rap­ing you,” I growled/​sighed into her ear. She responded by becom­ing com­pletely limp for a few heart­beats until I resumed stab­bing her, rain­ing white-​hot sparks of pain over her ass and in her mind.

I really did feel like I was rap­ing her. I knew that she had asked for it but there was no way she could have antic­i­pated what it would actu­ally feel like. You can roman­ti­cize pain when you think about it but there is no way you can pre­pare your­self for this kind of assault. You can either take it or you can’t.

She was tak­ing it.

She was scream­ing and luck­ily we had a room in an airport-​hotel, so the rooms are extra sound-​insulated. She was trash­ing around but the poor girl’s head was smashed up against the head­board of the bed and she was trapped in a cage of my arms and legs on the sides and she was hooked up on my cock in the rear. There was sim­ply no way out for her.

Her con­sent was a moot point.

And that was my epiphany; I would not let her get out of it. I was tak­ing what I wanted from my female and she was sim­ply along for the ride. Her body wasn’t hers any­more and I was dri­ving home that point deeply again and again and again.

In my men­tal state of sus­pended dis­be­lief, I was rap­ing her. And it fed a dark, hun­gry hole in my heart. With that thought, my orgasm wasn’t far away.

Then I heard some­thing in the dis­tance through the fog in my mind. Almost imper­cep­ti­ble through the rush­ing stream of my pulse in my ears, I heard her plead in a lit­tle voice to please slow down.

Huh? Slow down? Did she mean More? Harder? Faster? For a few of my rapid breaths, I didn’t com­pre­hend the con­cept of slow­ing down. Slow down? What does that mean?

Slow down. I tasted the alien words on my men­tal tongue.

Oh…

Right.

I slowed down but remained inside her. Noth­ing would get me to with­draw until I was done with her. Nothing.

Her breath was catch­ing and her eyes star­ing straight for­ward into the dis­tance. Lit­tle twitches were danc­ing in her mus­cles and she felt like a rag­doll beneath me. Her lips were parted and I couldn’t see any evi­dence of it from my van­tage point but I wouldn’t have been sur­prised to find her drooling.

This was quite an ordeal on her. This beau­ti­ful girl, the most gen­tle soul I know. Shy and ten­der and warm and lov­ing. Some­one who would never take the F-​word in her mouth. Yet, her request still rang in my ears; “Fuck my ass! Hard!” I made a men­tal note to tease her about her foul mouth later…

I dis­lodged my right hand that I then real­ized had been alter­nat­ing between grasp­ing her throat and cov­er­ing her mouth and gin­gerly brushed the hair away from her ear. I cov­ered her ear with lit­tle kisses and then I whis­pered into it, “I love you.”

She shiv­ered and I felt a minis­cule move­ment in her hips, tilt­ing her ass up against me for the tini­est frac­tion of an inch.

Fuck! You can’t expect a poor man to exer­cise that kind of self-​control for long. I drove myself into her and con­tin­ued tak­ing my plea­sure from her, pin­ning her down with my entire body.

Stay! Good girl.

Lit­tle mewl­ing noises came out of her throat and I don’t know to this day if they were from arousal or from pain but it really didn’t mat­ter. I was going for my orgasm inside her ass and there would be no more slow­ing down. This soft, lovely, beau­ti­ful ass was mine and I wouldn’t stop even if the police were pound­ing on the door. They would sim­ply have to wait out­side until I was done with her.

This is what I have come to love about anal sex. I use it as a means to hurt her and it feels so good to me at the same time.

Few peo­ple real­ize it but many things that we sadists do hurt us too. Take a sim­ple hand-​spanking, for instance. There is as much force being imparted on your palm and fin­gers as is deliv­ered to the poor, quiv­er­ing receiv­ing butt-​cheek, but your hand has more nerve-​endings per square inch than said cheek.

Or imag­ine using the vio­let wand with a body probe and using your own fin­ger­tips to direct the charge. Who do you think hurts more? Hint: the fin­ger­tips are much more sen­si­tive than any­where else (except for the obvi­ous) on your body.

Sigh. We sadists do indeed suf­fer for our art.

But fuck­ing this delec­table ass this way is a beau­ti­ful exer­cise in con­trasts. I expe­ri­ence her only as soft and warm and recep­tive; there is no pain involved for me, only pure pleasure.

On the flip-​side, though, she expe­ri­ences me as white-​hot blind­ing pain, inva­sive and raw and own­ing and implaca­ble. This is the best of both worlds for me.

Swoon. To a sadist like me, few things are more romantic.

Ahem.

“I’m com­ing in your ass,” I growled into her ear and she responded with a lit­tle squeal. It was a wel­com­ing squeal and I choose to believe that it was because she wanted to feel me puls­ing inside her. It could have been wel­com­ing because it meant that I was soon done but some­how I doubt it.

She took it all. My heart was swelling in rhythm with my cock and I was—nay, I am—so proud of her. I had half expected her to try to get out of even the gen­tle tak­ing of her ass (not that get­ting out was ever an option) and there she was, beneath me, trapped, over­whelmed and exhausted, hav­ing taken so much so early on in her journey.

She is def­i­nitely my girl, I remem­ber thinking.

And then I drained myself utterly and com­pletely into her warm body.

Home. I had come home.

Please read my girl’s take on this evening here: http://gentlespirit.dreamwalker.com/those-few-seconds