Pure Punishment(4)

I turn to my side and look at my cell, a pang of loneliness hits me. No one ever texts or calls me. Maybe tomorrow I’ll start to make an effort. Maybe.





The capacity for such emotions as joy, happiness, fear, and shyness are already developed at birth. The specific type of nurturing a child receives shapes how these emotions are developed.





The cool night air sweeps over my skin as I walk towards the music. It makes my nipples peak in my skinny little shirt, showing enough cleavage to make most men go hard. My boy shorts have half my ass hanging out and my riding boots complement my outfit. I see men lingering on the front lawn looking at me with desire in their eyes as they take me in while I sashay my hips to the entry door. I hear their catcalls of approval as I fix and arrange my breasts in front of them for their viewing pleasure.

The smell hits me first as I enter – alcohol, smoke and men. Just what I’m after, just what I need. I set my eyes on my first target, a man that I plan to bend to every desire that I have flowing through my sadistic brain right now. I need to be fucked. I need this. I need the need to be gone from my body. I set my eyes on the man that I plan to use to sedate the desires that are coursing through me at this very moment.

He’s tall and lean, not overly muscled, but definitely has looks going for him. Right now, he’s eye fucking me while some skank hangs off of his arm. I call him to me with my finger and he comes willingly, shrugging the skank off while making his way to me.

Once he reaches me, I instantly smell the liquor oozing from his pores. He’s trashed. I just hope his cock is up for the job; otherwise, I’m on the lookout again. I start to walk and don’t turn around to see if he’s following, because I know he is. They always do.

I walk to the nearest bathroom and don’t shut the door as I enter. He does. I look at myself in the reflection on the wall and strong blue eyes are staring back at me. Mine. I turn around when I feel his breath on my neck. I push him back because he’s not in control of this situation. I am. I point to his pants and tell him to drop them. He does without as much as a bat of my eyelashes.

“Sit,” I say pointing to the toilet and he does, without hesitation. Good boy!

Unzipping his jeans, I take in the size of his cock; not bad. It will do me just right. He takes a condom out and starts placing it on. He struggles in his drunken state and I lean down with my mouth to help him. My lips circle the top of his cock and I push the condom down with my teeth. He groans when my mouth touches his shaft and I stand up and drop my shorts to the floor. I have no underwear on, knowing what my plans were for tonight, easy access and less time wasted taking clothes off means more time for getting my release.

He’s hard and trying to reach out to me. I slap his hands away and stand tall, still with my shirt on. I walk over to him and smile my most seductive smile before I straddle his lap. He looks pleased with what he sees. I tease my pussy over his dick to get myself wet while he groans and tries reaching for me again. He gets the same response as before, I slap his hands away. He groans again, either from pleasure or frustration I’m not sure, but I don’t really care. I pull my breasts free and place them at his mouth. He begins to suck and bite greedily as he latches on. I am instantly wet. I grab his cock with my hands and position him at my entrance. As soon as I have him there I bury his cock inside me to the hilt as I throw my head back from the ecstasy and the feeling of power coursing through me.

I ride his cock like I’m running a marathon. He has given up trying to touch me because each time he does I slap his hands away. I don’t want him to think he has control because he doesn’t. This is all mine for the taking. He’s just a lucky passenger along for the ride.

I come hard all over his cock. I don’t know if he’s come or not because honestly, I couldn’t give a flying fuck. I stand up and use one of the hand towels to wipe myself down and then pull my shorts up. He looks up at me in a daze as I push my tits back into my top. I throw the towel over his exposed cock before I pull the door open. I’m instantly met with the skank from earlier that was hanging off of him, and she doesn’t look happy.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asks, obviously knowing the answer to her stupid question.

“Fucking,” I reply honestly and she’s not impressed. But someone behind her is, and he’s laughing so loud my attention is drawn from skank girl to him. He looks at me with a smile on his face while he continues to laugh and I smile back for some strange reason.

“You just fucked my fiancé you stupid slut.” I avert my eyes from laughing man and straighten my shoulders as I come face to face with her.