The prima donna

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Lisa was what they call a prima donna. She gets her nails done every two weeks like clockwork, won't go out without her makeup on, always dresses in the latest styles, says "ish" to housework, etc. You get the idea.

She was the same way about sex. She rarely enjoyed sex and simply "got it overwith" once a week to please her fiance, Brian. Finally Brian got fed up with this and asked his buddies what he should do about it.

"Are you kidding, man?" asked his friend, Steve. "Those prima donna bitches are the randiest, man, you just have to know how to bring it out of 'em!"

"You can't be serious," Brian said. "She really doesn't like sex that much. And I'm afraid to try anything but straightforward, plain sex with her because I'm afraid she'll really hate it otherwise."

"Nah man." Steve put his hands on his friends shoulders, "She is dying for a real F U C K man. I wouldn't shit you on this."

Brian shook his head while Steve continued, "First, you gotta take her in hand, be firm with her. If she says 'no', then you stop, but I'll bet she doesn't. She may act like she's struggling or like she doesn't like it, but I'll bet a week's pay that the word 'no' never crosses her lips.

"Once you take her firmly in hand, tongue kiss her deep. Hold her hands behind her and talk dirty to her. Call her a slut. Then proceed to get as depraved as you want, man. She will be randy as a cathouse whore, I guarantee it."

"Dude, that is some fucked up advice, but I just may try it," Steve said. After all, he didn't have much to lose. He already got very little sex as it was.

So the next night when he went to pick up Lisa for their date, he pushed his way into the house when she answered the door. "Steve, what are you doing?" Lisa asked, incredulously.

"We're staying in tonight, baby," he said, and winked at her.

Lisa felt her knees go a little weak, but slammed the door once he got inside as if she was upset. "I didn't get all dolled up so you could just get me dirty, and…" Steve didn't let her finish.

He grabbed her, held her wrists tight in his, and shoved his tongue down her throat for a long, steamy lip-lock. When he let her up for air, he was ready for the onslaught.

"You bastard! Who told you you could just take what you want?" blah blah…on and on she bitched, but she never once told him not to do it again or that she didn't like it.

He grabbed her and bent her arms behind her and held them with one hand while he used his other hand to feel up her tits under her blouse. His face was an inch away from hers and they were both breathing heavily.

"You've got a lot of nerve," she said, without much conviction.

"Shut up and take it, slut," he said, surprising even himself.

She huffed but shut up, no discouraging words yet coming from her mouth.

He pushed her over the back of the chair, the whole time calling her every name in the book, slapping her ass, and lifting her skirt up over her cute behind.

He ripped her panties off of her pulled his cock out of his pants at the same time. There she was, glistening and wet for him, helpless and full of desire.

He rammed his cock into the hilt on the first thrust and she screamed out. She had never screamed in all the times they had "made love". He began to fuck her hard and fast, ramming it in deeper and harder every time.

She was shoving her pussy back at him and making noises like and animal. He reached around, grabbing both her tits, and pinched her nipples, pulling her to him.

She shrieked and came hard on his cock, her pussy squeezing and spazzing out. He slapped her ass hard and told her to stand up.

"God you're a fucking slut; you came before I did. Look at you standing there with your blouse up around your tits and your skirt up around your hips."

She turned 3 shades of red, but continued standing there, cum running down her leg. He sat down in the chair. "Come here."

She came over to him, and he guided her to the position he wanted. His cock was still hard and he wasn't nearly done fucking her. She straddled him, her knees on the chair on either side of his legs.

He held her hips and guided her slooooowly onto his cock. She gasped when she felt the head go in; she was still very sensitive from cumming. He pulled her down further, slowly, until his cock was buried in her pussy and she was resting on his thighs.

"Ride it," he said.

She just sat there. "Ok, you cunt, if you think you're still too good to hump yourself to cumming on my cock, then the lesson isn't over."

He began fingering her clit and sucking on her tits. She just sat there, staring blankly at first, then she started cooing and closing her eyes. Still she wouldn't move against his cock.

"Does that feel good whore? I know it does to a cunt like you, you just can't get enough. Let's see how badly you want to cum." And with that he stopped fingering her. Her eyes flew open and she whimpered, and said,

"No," he said firmly.

"Please finger me," she begged, even more pathetically.

"No."

She began to finger herself and he said loudly, "NO," and grabbed her hands and held them behind her.

Finally she had no choice, she began fucking him. She ground her pussy onto his cock, raised up, and then slammed back down, grinding hard.

"That's a good slut," he said. "Cum on my cock."

She began fucking him harder, slamming down hard on his cock with every stroke, grinding her pussy into him, and raising back up for another assault.

Until her nipples were hard as rocks and he was ready to cum himself. He waited until she was shrieking, in the throes of her second orgasm, before he came himself, shooting harder inside her than he ever had. Exploding inside this prima donna bitch slut who had held out on him for so long.

"Oh yeah, you fucking SLUT!" And she stopped and collapsed into his arms, both of them out of breath and sexually spent.

His friend was right, she was a slut at heart, and had never said 'no'.

THE END

story by: anonymous



Tags: fiction domination/submission sex story

Author: anonymous



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