“Do you like that, my little bitch?”
She had her other hand around my neck, choking me for a second, then letting me go. I breathed loudly and heavily in pleasure; I liked that. She applied pressure again for five seconds then let me go. The sensation was intense.
“M-m-mia… fuck… I love you like this…”
“I can’t hear you… you sound like a baby with those panties in your mouth!”
She forced the panties I was wearing into my cum-filled pussy. I screamed.
“Want more?”
With barely a nod, she thrust her fingers up deeper, the fabric of my panties burning my cunt with an intense explosion. I came all over Mia’s fingers. She licked my ears, making me weak at the knees. I was trembling and melting. She pulled off my panties, and then slowly crunched bit after bit of my panties inside of my pussy. It hurt like a bitch, the shock and pleasure indescribable. She crammed them all in, letting my panties soak inside my cunt.
“You are so fucking filthy,” she growled. “Get in the fucking bath with that dress on.” She ripped the panty-gag out of my mouth.
“Are you serious?”
“Do as I say!”
“Yes, Mistress!”
I couldn’t believe that I was calling Mia “Mistress.” For the first time in our relationship, she was the bitch in charge. I got up slowly, heart pounding, drunk with love, high with sex, pussy panty-stuffed, because of Mia. I turned off the faucet, the tub now full, and stepped in. The water was hot as hell, but oh, how good it was to feel my dress clinging to my skin, the panties in my cunt meshing with my own pussy water, another pleasure that I had never thought of.
“How does it feel?” Mia smirked.
“I never thought I’d ever have panties up my pussy, you bitch.”
“It’s what you’ve been waiting for, right? You deserve it.”
I was going to reply when Mia bent over and took a Japanese bondage rope out of her purse. Her entire presence had changed; she had stepped into my universe.
She put her feet in the bathtub, fully clothed as well. She grabbed me by the wrists, pulling them behind me, tying them with the rope, nice and tight. How the fuck did she learn such a trick? To my surprise, she lifted my legs up in the air, pressed my ankles to my wrists and tied them together.
“You look so helpless,” she said with a scowl. I couldn’t move. Mia, so powerful; Mia, so dominant; Mia, my love. She lifted up her dress, revealing a purple, double-strap harness made of vinyl. We didn’t own a strap-on, so she must have bought it without my knowing. Then she took out an eight-inch black monster dong, snapping it into the O-ring so quickly and easily, it looked like she’d been doing it her whole life.
“You love being fucked by huge, black dicks don’t you?”
“Yes!”
“So big that it will ravage your cunt and asshole to pieces…”
“Oh, god, Mia! I fucking love you!”
She sank into the water and pressed the head of her black dong against my mouth, pushing hard, forcing it in, smacking my face with it. Then she knelt, her dress still on, the water soaking through the fabric. Her warm, slender fingers opened my pussy lips.
“Oh, how lovely your panties look inside of you… I’m surprised that you didn’t do this earlier and then send them out to Belladonna.”
“I never thought of that…”
She looked at me sharply and dove at my pussy, pulling on the panties with her teeth. She tugged the entire thing out of me, crammed it in her mouth and sucked the taste of my juices. I threw my head back, grinning, shaking my head, wanting to laugh and thinking that I must be dreaming all this.
“Mmm, you taste amazing,” she cooed, tossing the panties to the side. “I’m going to pound you so hard that you won’t think about using that rabbit vibrator ever again…”
She grabbed my feet, gripped them tightly and put that enormous dildo into my body.
“Oh, my god!” I roared. She fucked me, her sensually evil eyes stabbing into me, raw and horny, renewed and confident. The bathwater splashed back and forth against my thighs, as she began to pound me at a gentle but increasingly rapid pace. The heat intensified. Mia took me to that place I had always wanted to explore with her: a new world full of daring, raunchy, kinky sex. Mia fucked me better than any man or woman I had ever been with; she knew exactly how to please me and how to ravage me to bits. She squeezed my feet harder—the perfect handles—pounding me faster and faster. I closed my eyes, hearing the panting of her breath, the rush of her intensity, the trembling of her pussy beginning to release. My body ached, the rope felt tighter, chafing my skin.
When she pulled out of me, my pussy clicked and gaped, dripping with my juices. I panted heavily, looking up at my Mia. She growled, grabbed my asscheeks, spread them and inserted the dildo into my asshole. I screamed. The bathwater rushed against my face as she pounded me, hard and rough.
“I love you!” I groaned.
She smacked my face—it was a hot, tingly sensation. I wanted more, and she saw it in my eyes. She slapped my face again and again, stroking my ass. She pushed into me; counted to three, out loud, so that I could hear her; pulled out. She bent over, flicked her tongue around the edge and then dove deep inside, fishing out my orgasms. She teased and played and my cum flowed out of my pussy, dripping into the steamy bathwater.
She grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard, bit down on my nipples and thrust her fingers into me. She stroked both holes, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. I came a thousand times. She came a thousand times more.
At last she was exhausted, panting and quivering. She collapsed on top of me, the water still warm, washing over both our sweaty bodies and soaking into my rope restraints.
“I didn’t know I had that in me,” Mia said, hot sweat dripping down her face. “I think this is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done, Stella,” she whispered. “It really turns me on. Maybe Bella isn’t that bad after all.”
“She made you into a beast,” I breathed heavily, licking her cheek.
“No, you did, honey.”
She untied the rope, letting me free. We kissed deeply and passionately, tongues dancing, caressing each other’s skin from underwater, as if we were floating in a dream.
“From now on,” whispered Mia, “I’m going to be more like Bella. I’ll be your nasty bitch.”
“Aw, baby doll,” I smiled. “You had it in you all along.”
She kissed me, her hands traveling to every part of my body, her eyes looking deeply into my soul and taking me to a higher place. Stella will always love Bella. But at the end of the day, Mia is all I’ll ever need.
HOMECOMING
Anamika
“Is that Priya Agarwal?”
The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t immediately tag a name to it. My automatic response was: “I am rather busy right now, could you ring me after some time?”
“Priya, this is Megha Singh, your old classmate from Miranda.”
I took a deep breath and my index finger poised on the mouse stiffened. The last I’d heard about Megha from one of my college classmates six years before was that Megha had married a rich hotelier and migrated to the USA. Since we were never on good terms, Megha had not invited me to her well-publicized marriage reception party at a five-star hotel in Delhi where (as one of my friends later reported) caviar was served and a Bollywood item girl was invited to entertain the guests with her acrobatic dancing. Why did Megha call me now? I wondered. “Well, Megha, it’s nice to hear from you,” I said, keeping my voice as cool and courteous as I could manage.
“You didn’t expect a call from me, did you?” Megha asked.