Senior Year Memories: Daphne (Patreon Exclusive Story!)

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I’ll be honest when I say, that of all the women I’d had sex with during my senior year, easily one of the most memorable had to be Daphne O’Connell.

Originally, I’d only approached her as a thank you to Hope Harris, a woman who had done much for me in a time when I needed her, and knowing that she had a crush on Daphne, I did everything I could to get the two of them together.

If you’ve read this far, you can probably guess what that meant. Sex, and lots of it. That was easy enough to predict. What wasn’t as predictable, though, was Daphne’s particular sexual predilections, namely the fact that this queen bitch goddess of our school’s color guard team loved to be dominated when it came to sex. We had engaged in some admittedly crude bondage, some seriously hard sex, and in the end, my mission was accomplished. I managed to get Daphne and Hope together, and from all that I’d seen since, the two of them had been very happy together. Though Daphne may have been a bit uncomfortable with Hope in public around school, they still made a fairly cute couple, and had proven one of the more interesting developments around Regan Hills High over the past few months.

I hadn’t seen much of her since our encounter in December, but with her spending much of her free time with Hope these days, this didn’t surprise me. It wasn’t like I didn’t have a lot on my plate already anyway, but she left an impression that I would have been all too happy to revisit if given the opportunity.

I just didn’t expect that opportunity to finally come the way it did, with 5’10” stunner Daphne kneeling on the floor of my bedroom, hands cuffed behind her back while she wore a plaid skirt so short it barely covered up her bare ass, and a t-shirt with a midriff cut so high that I could see the underside of her immaculate D-cups pressing out from underneath. From her, long, bare, toned legs to her tight abs, her creamy, pale skin was on full display. She looked up at me with her gorgeous face contorted in a bitchy look I was all too familiar with, her big blue eyes wild as her soft, full lips were curled in a sneer. An angry blush traveled down her face to her upper chest, while her bountiful red curls shifted around her with every move.

Looking up at me with a fiery rage, Daphne snarled, “You’re a real fucking asshole, Ryan…”

I stood over her, naked. My cock stood at full attention, all ten, thick inches of it tantalizingly close to her face, precum already beading at the tip. Though she looked ready to spit venom and bite me if she had to, I knew this was all part of the fun for her. Looking at those sneering lips of hers and remembering how they felt wrapped around my cock, I grinned.

“And you can be a real fucking cunt, sometimes, Daphne.”

I said this to her evenly, enjoying first her confusion, then the way her face contorted with rage at this accusation.

“You prick,” she hissed. “When I get out of these cuffs-“

Roughly, but not too roughly, I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head to the side, forcing her to look up at me.

“You’ll what?” I asked, tauntingly. “What’ll you do to me if you get out of these cuffs?”

Daphne smirked up at me, not believing me to be serious. “Why don’t you take them off and find out, asshole?”

Fine, if a handful of hair wasn’t going to work, I was going to have to try this a different way. Quickly, I knelt down in front of her and grabbed her by the throat, again, not too forceful, but enough that she would get my point. I applied just enough pressure to let her know I was serious, then whispered in her ear.

“What was that, you were saying?” I asked.

Daphne looked at me, quietly defiant, but said nothing.

“Good,” I replied, letting her neck go, then leaning in and forcefully kissing her. The redheaded slut murmured and groaned against my lips as I gave my hands free rein over her body, roughly groping her tits before moving down to reach beneath her skirt. Pulling it up in the back, I confirmed that she wasn’t wearing any panties as I reached up and grabbed her firm, round ass. Her bare ass felt every bit as good as I remembered, both soft and toned in a way that dancers with exceptional asses seemed to be able to miraculously pull off.

“Nice ass,” I hissed into her ear, squeezing both of her cheeks and massaging her lovely flesh in my hands.

“Fuck you…” Daphne murmured, leaning into me. I could feel her nipples through her painfully thin shirt, rock hard and digging into me. I smiled at the feeling, then slid one hand between her ass cheeks so I could gently rub my middle finger against her tight hole. She shivered at the contact, but held on defiantly.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” I asked, tauntingly.

“I said…” she groaned through gritted teeth, “Fuck… yoOOOOOOUU!!!”

Daphne’s words stretched with pleasurable agony as I forced my middle finger into her tight, clutching asshole. She moaned, then screamed slightly as I pushed more inside, then moaned some more.

“I thought that was what you said,” I replied, forcibly kissing her before I reached up with my free hand to paw at her tits again. Her thin top looked flimsy, and I was more than happy to test that point, as I hooked my fingers over the neck of the shirt and pulled, hard. Daphne leaned into me for a moment before the shirt gave way, ripping down the front and freeing her massive, bare tits to me. As creamy and soft as the rest of her, Daphne’s gravity-defying D-cups stood proud and naked before me. Her areolas were pink and wide, with nipples that were thick, and pink, and oh so very inviting.

“Oh god…” Daphne moaned, biting her lip and looking me in the eye with an angry need. “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

“Funny…” I said, twisting my finger around inside of her. “And I was just about to compliment you on your asshole… ah, well, all in good time. Seems like you’re determined to be a naughty little bitch today… and naughty little bitches deserve punishment, don’t they?”

Her eyes went wide with equal parts fear and curiosity. “What… what do you have in mind, you sick bastard?”

“Patience, patience…” I said, gently fucking my finger in and out of her tight asshole. “I don’t think we have to rush anything, do you?”

Actually, given how hard I was, I would have liked to get things moving quite soon, but that wasn’t what was supposed to happen… not this time. I looked into Daphne’s needy, angry eyes as I continued to violate her ass, and grinned down at her malevolently.

“Fuck… this… all of this…” Daphne hissed.

I rolled my eyes at her. “Fine, if that’s how you want to do this, I guess we’re gonna have to try something different…”

I pulled my finger out of her asshole, then stood up. Grabbing a handful of Daphne’s hair, I dragged her toward the bed. She yowled and screamed and cursed me out, but even with her hands bound behind her back, she crawled obediently where I dragged her. I grabbed her by the shoulders and helped hoist her to her feet, where I pulled her skirt, and the remaining strips of her tattered shirt, from her body and threw them on the ground before I sat down on the edge of the bed. Now, save for the cuffs keeping her hands bound behind her back, Daphne O’Connell stood before me, deliciously naked.

“Fucking hurts when you pull my hair like that,” she said, scowling.

Looking her up and down hungrily, I said, “I don’t care.”

“Figures,” Daphne replied.

“Tell me,” I said, licking my lips as I devoured her with my eyes. The redheaded slut looked like she wanted to cover up from how I was looking at her, but with her hands behind her back, she had no way of doing anything about that. “When I look at you like this, with you completely at my mercy, how does it make you feel? How does it make you feel to know that I could do whatever I want to you, whenever I want, and there’s no way you could stop me?”

My tone was icy and commanding, and it seemed to throw Daphne for a loop. Her eyes, once so fierce, flashed with a hint of fear. After her eyes darted to the corner of the room briefly, Daphne’s face suddenly held a faint look of mischief and spite.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare… we all know who you are, and what you do, and you don’t have the fucking guts to do anything about it. You’re too fucking nice, Ryan, and you wouldn’t know what to do with me even if you did have the balls to do something about it,” Daphne shot back.

After our last experience, I like to think she had a more than fair idea of what I was capable of, but if this was how we were going to play this one out, I was more than game. I eyed my “toy box” sitting within arm’s reach at the foot of my bed. I had readied it for the occasion, with some of the more fun toys I thought would be appropriate for the occasion at the top. I considered a few of them at the moment, but thought it might be best to start things off simple.

“Fine,” I said, standing up and grabbing her, pulling her toward me roughly. “If you want to act like a little bitch, you’re going to get punished like a little bitch.”

Daphne howled with indignation as I sat down, then pulled her down so she was lying face down, bent over my knees. My cock pressed into her side, while her large tits pressed against my leg. Although she struggled, she clearly had no way of getting away from this the way her hands were held behind her. I did like to see and feel her struggle against me, though, especially the way her ass rippled with every attempt to get away from me.

“What… what are you going to do to me?” Daphne asked, gulping. Any and all malice had left her voice, replaced by a shaky hesitation.

“Like I said, I’m going to punish you,” I said, raising my hand above her ass.

Daphne’s eyes went wide. I said, “This will hurt. A lot.”

She opened her mouth, to curse me probably, but before she could, I brought my hand down swiftly on her ass.

SMACK!

The sound was almost deafeningly loud, echoing through my room as my hand impacted harshly against Daphne’s ass.

She screamed a loud, formless scream, looking back at me with tears in the corners of her eyes as she howled at me. “That fucking hurt, you asshole!”

“That’s the idea,” I replied cockily, groping her ass with the hand that I spanked her with. I could practically feel the heat radiating from her pussy from inches away, the rich smell of her wetness filling my nose, intoxicating. Despite her verbal protestations, she was loving this, and that only made me happier.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Daphne screamed and yowled with every subsequent impact, her ass beginning to glow red as I rained down harsh blows. Her tone changed after the fifth impact, however, as she became quieter, her cries more pained. By the tenth time I’d smacked her ass, she was making sounds that struck me as closer to protests. Her eyes were red, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Although I knew what I was supposed to do, I had to break character for a moment. I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Are you alright? Do you need to use your safe word?”

Looking up at me through her years, Daphne flashed me a smile. “I’m fine. This is great. Keep it up, really give it to me! I’m so fucking wet…”

Well, who was I to say no to that? Getting back into character, I harshly rained down another series of sharp, hard blows to her ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You asshole… you won’t get away with this…” Daphne wailed after the fifteenth impact.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Wait, wait!” she whimpered, trying to catch her breath. “Please, stop, I’ll do anything, just stop, please…”

“Now, that’s more like it, slut,” I said commandingly. I helped her to her shaky feet, then sat her down on my lap. It was clearly uncomfortable for her, but it looked like Daphne was ready to be a good girl, at least for now, and the way her pussy was already leaking copiously onto my thigh... oh we were going to have some real fun times.

“Now, see?” I said, reaching up and massaging her tits. “Isn’t this so much better than being a royal cunt all the time?”

Daphne wouldn’t meet my eyes, but I didn’t need her to. With this hot slut sitting on my lap, I was going to have my fun. I ran my hands over her body, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples, getting to feel her soft, toned body and enjoying how it was at my mercy in this wicked moment. It took everything I had not to just throw her to the bed right here and fuck the living daylights out of her, but that wasn’t supposed to happen.

Not yet, anyway.

I leaned in and made her kiss me again, and though she showed some token resistance by struggling in her cuffs, she soon got into making out with me as I roughly groped her tits. Her nipples responded well to my touch, standing out hard and firm as I ran my palms over them. Sensing an opportunity, I soon pinched them, one in each hand. Daphne squealed indignantly in my lap, but there wasn’t much she could do about this, could she?

“You like your tits getting treated like this, don’t you?” I asked.

Angrily, she growled, “Yes… fine, alright? I’ve got a nice rack, I like playing with them.”

“Oh, but we’re going to do more than play with them,” I said, reaching over and rifling through my toy box. “These tits deserve to be more than played with. They deserve to be worshipped and lusted after like any amazing pair of tits, but since you’ve shown yourself to be a bit of a pain slut… I think they might even deserve a bit of their own punishment.”

I found what I was looking for her and brought them around for Daphne to see, a shiny, new barely used pair of nipple clamps. Josie in particular loved to use them, and I thought that Daphne would respond well to them.

Daphne took in the toy, before her eyes went wide. If she had a problem with them, she would let me know.

She didn’t.

“Oh, you asshole… you wouldn’t dare…” Daphne said indignantly, her eyes fearful and challenging all at once.

“But that’s the fun part,” I said, opening one of the clamps up and placing it around her left nipple. “I would.”

I let go of the clamp, and it closed tightly around her sensitive nub.

“FUCK!” she cried out harshly, thrashing in my lap. “Oh, fuck, you asshole, fuck… fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck…”

Daphne wiggled on my lap, grinding her pussy against my leg. Her juices were dripping down my thigh by this point, almost down to the bed itself. At the rate we were going, she was likely to soak through my sheets before I even got to fucking her. That had to be some sort of record.

“Fuck is right…” I hissed into her ear, kissing her neck as I applied the clamp to her right nipple. Daphne yowled and screamed and bucked, but I held her firmly in my arms, not letting her go, and making sure she couldn’t grind against me too hard.

I couldn’t set her off too early, after all, could I?”

“You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you? I bet you’d do just about anything right now if I were to let you cum, wouldn’t you?” I asked.

Daphne looked at me with needy, but still distrustful, eyes. “What do you want from me?”

“Actually, right now, nothing…” I said, reaching back for my toy box and pulling free a magic wand vibrator. I lifted it in front of her so she could see it, and watch me as I went through its various vibration settings. Her mouth dropped open slightly, a soft, low moan escaping her perfect lips as she looked on at what I had planned with great anticipation.

“So, you want this, don’t you?” I said, turning off the vibe and dropping it between her thighs. I put it within a few inches of her perfectly pink, shaved pussy. I ran through its settings quickly, from its lightest to its heaviest, watching as she tried to rock herself closer to the toy and whining every time I took it away from her.

“Tell me, do you want it?” I asked, more firmly.

Grumbling, Daphne whispered, “Yes.”

“What’s that? I didn’t hear you,” I said.

“Yes, I want it,” she said, louder and more firmly.

“Ah, good, I thought you would…” I said, turning it back on low and pushing it an inch closer to actually touching her pussy. “It’s not a surprise, really; it’s one hell of a toy. Strong, effective, every girl I know falls in love with it when it touches her cunt. It’s not a surprise you’d want some too. Do you want me to touch you with it?”

“Yes,” Daphne said annoyed.

“Good,” I said, dropping my voice to a lower, more threatening tone. “Then beg for it, slut.”

Daphne scowled at me, her eyes fiery and pissed as she practically snarled at me. She rocked her hips forward, trying to touch herself to the magic wand, but I pulled it away from her before it could make contact. A low whining sound escaped her heaving chest, making me chuckle.

“Ah, ah, ah…” I chided, switching the toy off. “That’s not how we beg, now, is it?”

Daphne looked up at me with desperate eyes. “You can’t make me beg.”

“Actually, I can,” I said, smiling. “You know how good I am at making you cum… now do you want to cum, or don’t you?”

“You suck,” Daphne pouted.

“So will you, in a bit, but for now, I don’t hear any begging,” I continued, not giving up any ground to her.

She looked at me determinedly and said, “I’m not-“

I grabbed a handful of her curly red hair and pulled, hard, arching her neck backwards. Daphne yelped in pain, her mouth now held open from this contorted position as she looked at me with pained, angry eyes.

“What was that?” I asked, pulling it slightly tighter.

She licked her lips, and at once I saw much of her anger drop away from her.

“Please…” Daphne murmured.

I pulled a little harder on her hair, arching her back in a way that made her tits look utterly magnificent. Her nipples, practically throbbing within the clamps, stood out like bullets and simply begged for all sorts of dirty attention.

“Please, what?” I hissed.

Daphne looked up at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes and asked in a wonderfully soft, submissive voice. “Please, won’t you make me cum, Ryan? I’m so fucking horny, and I need to get off so badly…”

I released the pressure on her hair, then turned the toy back on and teased it closer to her pussy. “See? Now, isn’t that a lot better than being a complete and utter bitch about everything?”

“Y… y… yes…” she whimpered, not rocking her hips toward the vibrator this time, but clearly desperately wanting to.

“And are you going to be nicer to me, considering what power I have over you?” I asked, pushing the magic wand ever closer to her pussy. It was maybe half an inch away now, so close it was almost touching her thighs, and that she had to feel the vibrations through the air on her pussy.

Daphne bit her lip. “I think sooOOOOOOOOOOO!”

She wailed as I pressed the powerful vibrator against her soaked pussy. For how hard she was jolted by pleasure, you’d have thought that she was struck by lightning. I had to hold her in my lap to keep her from toppling over, but she was more compliant at this point, leaning against me and humping against the magic wand’s strong vibrations. I kissed her, and she kissed me back eagerly, seemingly in thanks for what release I was finally promising her.

Oh, if only she knew my plans…

I could feel her getting close, the way she tensed, the way she ground herself harder and harder against the vibrator. It wouldn’t take much to make Daphne cum now…

And so, I turned the magic wand off. Daphne’s eyes had been lidded almost closed in anticipation of her impending orgasm, but the moment I turned the vibrator off and pulled it away from her cunt, they flew wide open and looked at me with accusatory fury.

She howled, “You son of a-“

I turned the vibrator back on and shoved it back against her clit, cutting her off and making her into a shaking, soaking wet mess, before I turned it off again. I wasn’t ready for her to cum, no, not yet.

“I know you’re being good now, but I don’t think you’re being thoroughly genuine with it, either, so, since you’re still being bad, I’m going to treat you like I think you deserve,” I said.

Daphne looked disgruntled from me, then briefly to the corner of the room, then back to me again as she grumbled, “And what does that mean?”

“You’ll see,” I said, turning the vibe back on. “Or, should I say, you’ll feel.”

I thrust the toy against her hot, steaming sex again, watching her get ever closer to her first orgasm again, before I turned the toy off and let her normalize just enough to drive her completely mad when I turned the toy back on again. It was a slow process, torturing her via edging like this, yet the redheaded slut seemed to live for every moment of this treatment.

I don’t know how long I sat there, bringing her to the edge and then refusing to take her over it, but I must have performed this dance with her some seven or eight times. By now, her pussy was practically gushing with need, her juices leaking readily down my leg and coating the magic wand, as she had been driven completely and utterly wild with lust. I feared what might happen to me if I were to release her, whether she would attack me or just pin me down and fuck me into oblivion. Honestly, as long as it ended in some form of release for her, it seemed like nothing was beyond her at this point.

Turning the toy off one last time, I set it aside. She mewled at me, demanding satisfaction from the treatment I was giving her.

“You fucker…” Daphne moaned, her words lacking the spiteful energy she clearly wished to fill them with.

“Tsk, tsk,” I said, shaking my head. “We really ought to give you something better to do with that mouth, oughtn’t we?”

Before she could fully process what that meant, I grabbed her once more and set her down on the floor, kneeling between my legs with her hands still cuffed behind her back and her face only inches away from my cock.

“Open wide, bitch,” I said, gently stroking the side of her face.

“Asshole,” she groaned again, looking equally hungry and furious with my cock.

“Fine, if you wanna do this the hard way, we’ll do this the hard way,” I said, harshly, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her close. Her mouth opened in pain and surprise, and was soon filled with several inches of my cock.

God, Daphne’s mouth felt good, and the way she looked up at me with such surprise in her wide, blue eyes… I really had to call her over more often. We could have such fun together under the right circumstances.

Without mercy or hesitation, I pushed more and more of my cock into her mouth, then down her throat. An accomplished cocksucker, Daphne got over her hesitation quickly and swallowed me down, taking everything I had at the pace I gave it and asking for more. Well, I was sure she would have been asking for more the way she sucked it down, but with a mouth as full as hers, that was a bit of a challenge. She was up to the task, though, and after some force, my balls rested against her chin as my cock rested nice and deep in her throat. I held her like this for a moment, watching as she first tried to endure this purely on arrogance alone, then as her eyes watered, and then as I saw she had hit her limit.

I pulled out then as long strings of drool connected my cock to her mouth. Daphne coughed violently, tears rolling down her cheeks and streaking her makeup as she gasped for air. I considered again asking her if she wanted to use her safe word, but the way she looked up at me through a spiteful, playful grin told me that wouldn’t be necessary.

“Fucking asshole,” she said, suppressing her smirk. “You think you got what it takes to fuck my face? I’ve had girls fuck my face harder than that.”

I grinned down at Daphne, gently caressing her face before taking her throat in my hand. Daphne flashed a smile of her own for a moment before dropping back into character, and as I pulled her close, she opened her mouth again.

“I was just opening you up, slut,” I hissed, forcing my cock back into her mouth and into her throat. “Now’s when the rough stuff comes.”

Grabbing her head in both hands, I proceeded to make good on my promise by fucking her face with a savagery I usually reserved for special occasions. Plain and simple, I was using her, fucking her face, ramming my cock down her throat and loving every single minute of it. Daphne’s mouth and tongue were eager, and though she gagged loudly and coughed and cursed me out whenever I pulled out and let her get some air, whenever I pressed my cockhead against her lips, she eagerly accepted me and took in what I had to give.

Daphne O’Connell looked up at me with a face that mixed rage and pure lust as I fucked her mouth. To say she was a mess would have been an understatement, with her hair all over the place, makeup running from her teary eyes, lipstick smudged and drool running down her chin and onto her heaving breasts and clamped nipples, but I don’t know if I’d ever seen her look more beautiful, more in her element. She suckled at my cock with a frantic desperation, unable to do anything else in her position with her hands bound by this and needing everything I had to give her despite the rough treatment. No, not despite the treatment, because of it. This was so outside of my usual comfort zone, but I was lost to what I was doing to Daphne, and I was loving every second of it. Seeing her like this, on her knees before me, nearly pushed me over the edge. If I could have, I would have cum all over her then and there…

But that wasn’t part of the plan.

I pulled out of her mouth, allowing her to catch some final, heavy, coughing breaths. Instinctively, her mouth opened and closed, needing to be filled so she could be fully satisfied.

“What’s happening?” Daphne asked, licking her lips. “What’s happening?”

Gently, but not too gently, I grabbed her by the throat and said, “Come on… get up, slut… it’s time you get fucked.”

Daphne let out a low, disgruntled sound, one that was neither fully pleased or displeased by this development. She struggled a little as I helped her to her feet and removed her nipple clamps. Daphne hissed at the release of pressure on her sensitive nipples, but when we had a moment to share a private glance, she smiled at me lustily. It was a quick glance exchanged between us, almost a secret, and one that I quickly covered with a deep kiss before throwing her face down on the bed, but it was a fun little moment to share with her before things got brutal again.

Climbing up behind her, I crawled between her legs and pulled her to her knees. In this face down, ass up position with her hands still cuffed behind her back, I got a perfect look at her miraculous ass, her inviting asshole, and her dripping, pink cunt. I took a moment to take all of this in, running my hands over her legs and thighs, hovering briefly over her pussy without touching it, before settling on groping her ass, which still glowed red from my earlier attention.

“OW!” Daphne shrieked. “That hurt, you fucker!”

SMACK!

I gave her ass one good, firm spank, causing her to cry out again.

“Cause any more trouble, and I’ll be happy to make it hurt one hell of a lot more,” I threatened.

She whimpered, but said nothing more. I grabbed hold of my cock and rubbed its thick head against her throbbing lips. Daphne groaned at the contact, turning her head just enough that she could look at me with one eye.

“So that’s what you’re going to do?” she challenged me. “You’re gonna violate me when I’m helpless? Take out all your pleasures on my undefiled flesh?”

Remembering what had happened between us in the color guard room, I barked a laugh. “You’re hardly undefiled, slut…”

I continued, “…but I am going to enjoy having your body however I want it, including fucking your tight…”

I pressed against her cunt more firmly. Daphne groaned.

“…little…”

I pressed harder, feeling her lips part for me as she whimpered.

“…CUNT!” I said, forcing the head, and several inches of my thick cock, inside of her. Daphne screamed in exquisite pleasure and pain as I forced more and more of my cock into her, thrashing slightly in protest, but pushing back against me as she wanted to take more and more of my length into her. As skilled a slut as I knew she was, it still took some effort to bury every inch of my erection into her, but she took it like a champ.

Daphne’s breath hitched slightly as my balls bounced against her clit, and though it took everything I had not to bust right then, I held strong. I bent over, running my hands down her back and then cupping her tits as they pillowed out beneath her.

“How’s that for a violation, slut?” I hissed at her.

“Oh my god…” Daphne whimpered, her voice suddenly shaky and innocent. “So big… I don’t know that I can take it all…”

Grabbing her hips, I pulled back until almost my entire length was out of her, before thrusting back in and burying everything in her. Daphne cried out again in that beautiful mix of pleasure and pain.

“You’ll take it…” I groaned, pulling back and thrusting into her again. “…you’ll take all of it, and more… so much more…”

This was how we fucked. It was rough, and brutal, and featured little of anything that could be mistaken for affection or love. I pounded into the cuffed, stacked, redheaded slut like my life depended on it, focused only on my own pleasure while she took what I had to give her. I called her names while she cried out in beautiful agony. It was brutal, a little ugly even, so far outside of most of my experiences that I hardly even recognized myself.

And you know what? It was amazing. I’d never felt anything quite like this brutal fantasy being played out between Daphne and me. I was unused to this kind of power, and I quite enjoyed how she felt against me, while Daphne, in the rare moments I could see her face, looked like she was having an amazing time. She cried out and she complained, but this was mixed in with her groans and her moans. When it finally came time that she could hold back no more, I didn’t stop her. Daphne’s orgasm tore through her like a fucking freight train, hitting her hard as she screamed and thrashed against me, her pussy just completely and utterly gushing against me as I didn’t let up.

No, rather than letting up, I soon grabbed her and pulled her back to my chest, better letting me grope her amazing breasts as I continued fucking in and out of her clutching cunt. Daphne moaned, weakened by her orgasm, turning her head to look at me but unable to say anything. I took the opportunity to instead feast on her perfect, full lips, making out with her deeply as I massaged her tits. If I could have, I would have kept this up for quite a while, but as it was, I was overstimulated enough that this stage wouldn’t last much longer.

“I’m gonna cum…” I warned.

Her eyes popped open. Her smile first turned mischievous, but then her lips fell open in shock as her eyes widened and an exaggerated look of fear crossed her face.

“Yeah, you want that fucking cum, don’t you? That’s what a slut like you needs, isn’t it, to be filled right to the brim with cum… well, it’s gonna happen, I’m gonna make sure you’re a nice and full slut, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me…” I grunted, fucking her harder and harder.

“You asshole…” Daphne said.

“I might be, but I’m just giving you everything you fucking deserve…” I groaned. I let my hands explore her body roughly, squeezing her nipples so hard that she nearly screamed for how loud she cried out.

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Daphne looked back to me, licking her full lips before entirely succumbing. “Oh… oh god, yes, oh god, fuck me, please, please fuck me, please cum in me, fill me up like a dirty little whore deserves…”

I didn’t require much more encouragement than that. With one final, conclusive thrust deep inside of her, I came. I came in a torrent, flooding her tight, milking cunt with every bit of cum I had in my body, and from what felt like a good stock of reserves as well. I grunted loudly, holding her close as my body was consumed by waves of primal, hungry passion, and I unleashed deep within my panting, needy slut. God, it felt like I was giving her more than it was possible to give, but she took it, god, how she took it.

Finally, feeling drained, I slowed, holding her kneeling against me and kissing her full lips as I came down. It would’ve been easy for me to lose the plot and just collapse at this point, but I wasn’t done yet. No, I couldn’t be done.

I pinched her nipples again, hard. “You didn’t think I was finished with you, did you, slut?”

Daphne shivered at the name, letting out a low moan that was filled with renewed want and need. Achingly, I pulled out of her, retrieving the key for her handcuffs and unlocking her, before turning her and forcing her onto her back on the bed. She rubbed at her newly freed wrists, but looked up at me with a hunger that was far from satiated.

Looking to the restraints I had tied to the corners at the head of the bed, I said, “Don’t get too comfortable… I’m not done having you tied up yet.”

“Yeah? You’ll have to fight me for that…” Daphne challenged, looking at the bindings and my other toys with some amusement, more of her bitchy tone returning.

“If you make me,” I said, keeping my tone low and threatening.

“I think… I will,” she said simply, looking up at me.

Sighing, I answered, “Why do you have to always make me do this the hard way?”

I jumped on top of her, but Daphne was ready for me. We rolled around, grunting and fighting for some form of dominance, and mostly using this opportunity to grope, lick and touch each other. If she had done this in September, I had no doubt that a girl as fit as her would easily have beaten me in a wrestling match like this.

That would have been me in September, however. Since then, I had taken workout advice from Brooke and Noa, two girls who knew how to make the most of small bodies, and been strength training with football player Peter Nixon. I may not have been signing up for any athletics competitions anytime soon, but I wasn’t the skinny kid I was when this year started.

It took work to overpower Daphne O’Connell, but when I wound up on top of her with her pinned to the bed, I was feeling pretty fucking good about that.

“I have to admit, you make the hard way pretty fun,” I said, kissing her deeply and enjoying my newly reforged erection. “But now it’s my turn to have some fun.”

With some effort, I bound first her left wrist, then her right wrist to the corners of my bed, pulling the bindings tight so she couldn’t struggle. Then, going into my toy box, I found a strap with ankle restraints and wrapped one around her left ankle. When I was content that was secure, I began to push her leg up so that she was in something of a vertical split.

“What are you… oh god… what are you doing?” Daphne asked, looking frightened for how exposed she was, how completely and utterly at my mercy I had her.

I looped the strap behind her neck and said, “You’ll see.”

I grabbed her right ankle and pushed it up beside her head as well, then bound it in the other restraint. In this position, with the strap behind her neck like this, Daphne was well folded in half and completely exposed to me. She looked up at me fearfully, unable to move and looking absolutely luscious. Her tits, her pussy, her ass, however I wanted to have her, she was at my mercy.

“Nice and secure, I trust?” I asked.

Daphne struggled against her bonds, then scowled. “What are you going to do to me?”

I reached down, squeezing her tits again briefly before running my hands down her body. I looked at her cunt, still full of my cum, and I smiled. “Whatever I want, really.”

I climbed between her legs and slid my cock once again into her pussy. Daphne groaned, from pleasure, and maybe a little from discomfort, as I penetrated her deeper, filled her more fully in this contorted position than I could have any other way.

“Bastard… fucking bastard…” she groaned, silenced only when I claimed her mouth with my own.

“So fucking big…” Daphne moaned when I next gave her the chance, her eyes rolling back and her mouth dropping open in ecstasy.

I grinned, fucking down into her in slow, long strokes. “If you think that’s big, you haven’t felt anything yet…”

Daphne’s eyes went wide with my warning. “What?”

“This… I’m not going to fill you again, not like this…” I said, continuing my slow, deliberate fuck. “I’m just getting lubed up.”

Her eyes went wider still. “You wouldn’t dare… you can’t, not like this.”

Pulling my cock from out of her pussy, I pressed it downward, between her ass cheeks to her exposed, pink asshole. Teasingly, I ran the lubed-up head over her puckered hole.

I looked into her eyes for a moment, seeing if she was going to use her safe word, but when I didn’t see any indication that she might, I said, “I can… and I will!”

With that, I began to push forward.

Now, I’d had Daphne’s ass before, and it was as tight as humanly possible then, but now, in this contorted position, it felt like it would take a miracle to force my way into her. Thank god for persistence, and the sheer amount of her slick juices and precum my cock was coated in. They made the going a lot easier than it could have been, but even still, I had to rock back and forth like a battering ram, watching her eyes go wide and her breath catch in her throat whenever I pushed forward. A soft moan escaped her lips with every pull back, but as it became clear that this was going to happen, Daphne bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly. She was willing me to enter, needing to feel her ass filled.

With one conclusive push, I finally felt her open up for me. The entry was tight, and the going was slow, but rocking back and forth had the desired effect. Her asshole was finally inviting me, and with one conclusive push, the head popped inside of her tightest hole.

Daphne’s eyes flew open, and she screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain. I silenced that scream with a deep kiss, toying with her nipples to keep the pleasure going as I forced my way deeper into her ass. Inch by inch, her hole accepted me, embracing my cock and pushing me to the boundaries of pleasure as I claimed her forbidden hole. I savored this moment, every squeeze, every moan, every further inch I claimed deep within her ass until I bottomed out within her.

“Such an amazing ass…” I said, leaning down to kiss her.

“The best…” Daphne moaned against me.

“Maybe…” I replied as I began to thrust. “That remains to be seen…”

Daphne went wild beneath me as I really began to give it to her ass, her pussy flooding against me as I began to properly pound her.

“Oh, please…” she whimpered through my thrusts. “You won’t find a better ass than mine… ohmygod…”

“I’ve had Brooke’s ass. I’ve had Josie’s ass,” I grunted.

“Amateurs,” Daphne said arrogantly, looking up at me proudly and challenging me to prove her wrong. I wouldn’t, not out loud anyway, but with her looking so luscious beneath me, so perfectly bound and ready to be ravaged, I wasn’t going to break the moment. Instead, I leaned down and made out with her as I continued to violently fuck her ass.

“Such a fucking slut,” I grunted.

“And you’re an asshole…”

“Whore.”

“Bastard.”

“Cunt…”

“Prick…”

We continued this dance for I don’t know how long, and I didn’t care, really. Daphne O’Connell’s ass was a treasure meant to be enjoyed, and I was enjoying myself. I knew why I was here, and what I was supposed to be doing, and maybe I wasn’t necessarily putting on the best show here, but I didn’t care. At this point, I was too far gone, too consumed by Daphne’s ass to do anything but what I was doing. We fucked. We cursed. We did everything we could to make this sex as nasty as possible.

When Daphne came against me, another torrent gushing out and splashing against my groin, I pinned her to the bed by her throat and watched as she smiled up at me, a true and proper pain slut just begging for more.

Well, she would get more, she would get so much more, very, very soon.

“Fuck…” I groaned, feeling my balls boil and my orgasm coming on.

“Do it… do it you fucking bastard… do it…” Daphne urged.

“Goddamn…” I cursed, finally unable to hold back anymore. I pulled out of her gaping ass and jacked my cock furiously. It didn’t take long for me to cum. The first blast fired with enough pressure to splash against the bottom of her tits, while more soon painted her belly, pussy and thighs. Daphne moaned like a whore throughout, loving this treatment as I made a complete mess of her.

“Fuck… fuck…” I groaned, leaning down to kiss her once more, both of us coming down from our highs and catching our breaths. It was hard to keep in character any longer, and it felt good like this, being on top of her, slowly kissing her and just feeling the moment, and from the way she looked up at me, I could tell the feeling was rather mutual.

“Alright, before things get all mushy here, I’m just gonna yell CUT!”

Daphne and I both looked to the corner of the room, where her girlfriend, Hope Harris, turned off and set down her video camera before looking at the two of us with pride. The 5’9” dirty blonde band geek stood up from her chair, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and began to clap for us.

“Bravo! Bravo! Helluva show!” Hope cheered for us.

“Thank you,” I said. “Everything you ladies were hoping for?”

“I don’t know about you, Hope, but I had fun,” Daphne said with a grin.

“What was that?” Hope asked in a suddenly stern tone.

More softly, Daphne answered, “Sorry… Mistress Hope.”

“That’s better,” Hope replied, sauntering over and leaning down to kiss first Daphne, then me. While she wore only a comfortable t-shirt and jeans today rather than her more preferred “Mistress Hope” attire she usually wore during sexual encounters, she was still one cute sight for sore eyes, forcing me to reflect on just how I had gotten here.

When Hope had first contacted me to tell me that she and Daphne wanted me to help them film some fantasies for the two of them to enjoy later, I may have been a little skeptical at first given some of the rougher aspects they wanted me to engage in, but after the three of us sat down and they explained what they wanted of me, I was happy to help them. Now, as I rolled off of Daphne and lay on my back, still catching my breath, I knew I’d made the right decision.

“It’ll take some editing to deal with some of the bits I couldn’t capture as well, but I think we’ll have a good sex tape to have fun with later,” Hope said, untying Daphne’s wrists and ankles. The busty redhead stretched out on the bed, glad to be free.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Daphne said, looking at me and leaning in for one last, quick kiss from Hope. “And I am a fucking mess. You cum so fucking much, Ryan… can I borrow your shower?”

“Go for it,” I said.

With the ease of someone who hadn’t just been savagely fucked and tied up, Daphne got up from the bed and slipped into my bathroom. I watched the cum-covered goddess as she strolled away, feeling a little life coming back to my cock at the sight of her, but was unable to move much right away. Soon, the sound of my shower starting up filled the air.

Hope sat down on the bed, looking down at me. “You look beat.”

“I feel beat,” I said.

Playfully, Hope leaned down and took my cock in her mouth, sucking our various juices from me. She moaned appreciatively, then let my cock pop from her mouth with a smile.

“I would really love to make good on that, but I need to regain my strength for, I dunno, maybe a month? Two months, tops? After a fuck like that…” I joked.

Hope laughed. “Yeah. Why don’t you hop in the shower with Daphne too? It’ll help make you feel alive again.”

I thought about this, then said, “Only if you join us.”

Hope smiled a goofy, warm smile and said, “You really know how to bring romance to things.”

I leaned up and kissed her. “Only for starters. I’ve still got a good strap-on stashed away somewhere, what do you say to putting down the camera and, once I’m back in fighting shape, the two of us DPing the hell out of your girlfriend?”

Grinning even more broadly, Hope kissed me back and said, “I’d say you’re on.”

“Good,” I said, standing up on shaky legs as I made my way for the bathroom. Briefly, I looked back at Hope as she began to take her clothes off.

While things may have been hot so far, they were only just beginning.

Stepping into my bathroom and seeing the foggy image of Daphne taking her shower, I smirked. She may have thought she knew what she’d been in for today, she had no clue what was coming next…

This was going to be fun.