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Bad Girl        The urge was upon me. I watched the people moving in front of me on the street as I sat in the café. A glimpse was all I needed. A flash of thighs, a twist of their head or tightening of their purse would tell me everything. Some women were pure of motive and useless to me. Some women hated men and were of no interest to me. Some women were ugly and undesirable to me. Some women were bad and they glowed like brilliant stars to my eyes. These were whom I hunted. These were the women who searched for me when they tortured their husbands. These are the teases that leave their top buttons undone in the office. These are the women who refuse to swallow for their boyfriends but happily suck down the man next door. Today I was impatient but He Who Must Cum blessed me for I saw a suitable woman rather quickly. She was a tall Italian woman with long black hair and heavy breasts. Her face had begun to age from too much stress and too much pouting. I could feel her disdain for everything around her and her lips were in a sneer to match my own. She was wearing tight jeans in a style that was too young for her but she wore them well. She would be mine. I paid my bill and went up to her. Her dark eyes flashed at me for my presumption but then softened. My curly blonde hair and cruel lips had that effect on bad women. I smiled warmly at her and began to tell her what I knew. "When your husband is asleep, you go online as 'slutstar' looking for young men," I told her. Her eyes widened in shock and she stopped on the street. "How did you know that?" she demanded. "Last night you yelled at your husband for wanting sex on a work night, even though your panties were soaking wet from talking to Tim's son who lived next door." "Who are you?" she hissed quietly on the crowded street. "Last Christmas, you let your husband's uncle feel you up and then promised to meet him later after the party. You left early and masturbated for weeks about how disappointed he was." Real fear replaced the anger she felt at first. "Is this blackmail?" I chuckled. "No, this is your punishment." I took her by the arm and began walking. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she tried to keep up. "I'm supposed to meet my mother-in-law in half an hour," she said. "What's your name?" I asked. My powers let me see their sins but never their names. There is too much power in a name. "Fran," she said. I tightened my grip on her arm. That was a sin. "Your real name," I repeated. "Amelia," she admitted. "What is your name?" "Frank," I lied. I ignored her other questions as we entered my hotel. Her cheeks blushed as the hotel staff stared at her. Lisa could tell by their snickers that she wasn't the first woman I've brought here. It amused me that she was embarrassed. It was her fantasy after all. The elevator doors closed on us and I pulled Amelia into my arms. Her mouth tasted like cappuccino. She melted into my arms as I devoured her mouth. It wasn't part of my powers; it was just something she craved. When she was out of breath, I broke the kiss and turned her around. I grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it over her head. Sure, she protested but she didn't try to stop me. While she was still turned around, I unclasped her bra and dropped it to the ground. I flipped her back around to kiss her again. Her nipples were stiff against my chest. "Frank!" she admonished when I broke the kiss. "What if someone sees us?" "They will," I said. The doors opened and I took the topless woman by the arm. Amelia tried to cover her large breasts with her free arm but it was useless. The heavy bosom that she used to taunt her husband was now exposed to the people we passed in the halls. Amelia buried her face in my shoulders every time we walked past someone but I knew she could hear their questioning laughs and lewd insults. I opened the door to my room and Amelia rushed inside. Her cheeks were red but she was smiling. The slut was exhilarated. "Really, who are you?" she asked. "I'm the man who knows how many vibrators you hide in the bottom drawer of your dresser. I'm the man who knows about the group cyber fuck you had online. I'm the one who knows how many humiliation stories you read online and how badly you wanted to be the slut in those stories." "How?" she asked with something like hope in her eye. I cupped one of her tits in my hand. The tan lines painted the area around her nipple a pale white compared to the dark tan of the rest of her body. For a moment I considered telling her how I came to my powers: How I found the Purple Book, how I did the ritual that let me see the darkness in women that was matched in myself and for one long second, I even considered telling her of the terrible price I paid after every night of wild sex. Instead, I simply twisted her nipple in my fingers till she groaned in pain and desire. Turn around," I commanded. "Strip off your pants." Amelia obeyed. She couldn't wait to obey. The tall tanned woman wriggled out of those tight jeans as fast as she could. I didn't have to tell her to remove her black lace panties that she received from an online admirer. Her panties came down to reveal her round ass with just a touch of flab. Amelia was proud of her ass, and was prouder that no one had ever fucked it no matter how much her husband begged. I pulled off my belt and cracked it on the floor. "Bend over onto the bed," I told her. Amelia did as I asked. Hesitantly, she bent over until her breasts and head were flat on the bed and her ass was up in the air. I kicked her legs slightly apart and picked up her lace panties. "Do you know why you are here?" I asked her. "Yes," she said, the excitement in her voice. "Tell me," I demanded. "Because I cheat on my husband. Because I tease everyone. I'm a selfish cunt that deserves to be punished." "All true," I said. "Open your mouth," I told her and when she did, I stuffed her panties into her mouth. She knew better than to spit it out. I stepped behind her and laid the belt across her buttocks. A slow count of ten let resulted in her trembling before I even started. Her round ass was a mix of pale white and her dark tan. My cock throbbed in anticipation. This is my reward as well as her punishment. CRACK! My belt landed on Amelia's ass with a righteous vengeance. A pink streak appeared instantly and Amelia's cry of pain was choked by her panties in her mouth. Her buttocks clenched but she resisted the urge to move. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! My belt fell on her clenching ass without mercy. I didn't try to make the lashes even, I didn't try to crisscross her buttocks with stripes and I certainly didn't give a fuck about covering her ass equally with my whip or making this a wonderful spanking experience. This was a punishment. This was a whipping in the coarsest sense of the word. I was hitting her ass to make this bitch hurt because if it didn't, she wouldn't feel like she was punished properly. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Amelia flinched with each lash. The tall woman screamed beneath her gag. Her hands clenched the bedspread and her back arched as I turned her ass a bright red but she never, ever, tried to move away. She needed it and I gave it to her. Tears ran down her cheeks as I drove the guilt from her body. CRACK! This lash was for nagging her husband. CRACK! This lash was for flashing the neighbor's son. CRACK! This lash was for climaxing on her computer late at night, performing like the slut her husband had always wanted for other men. I dropped the belt and unzipped my pants. Amelia moaned as I poured half a bottle of lube onto her ass. She shook her head in defiance as I parted her ass with my hands but I ignored her. Her buttocks were hot to my touch and when I placed my hard cock against her tiny asshole, I could feel the heat coming off her cheeks like an oven. Amelia shook her head harder in defiance but she didn't move. I knew her secret. I could see how many times she had let men have her anally in cyber but it was something she was too good to do in real life. More importantly, it was something she craved but could never admit. I pushed into her tight ass and Amelia's muted wail was music to my ears. Inch after inch I sank into her constricting hole and I did not rest till every inch of me was in her. Her buttocks, still burning from the whipping was like a hot water bottle against my crotch. I rested my hands on her hips and dug my fingers into the fat I found there. "Ready, cunt?" I laughed. Before she could answer, I fucked her. My balls slapped against her sex, teasing her wet lips between her thighs. Hard thrusts tore into her ass with the vengeance of a hundred teased men. Amelia cried out with a long gagged moan as my cock struck deep within her. This wasn't fucking, this was a taking; a claiming and an act of violent passion. I opened her ass and stretched it beyond anything she thought was possible till she almost believed my cock would split her ass in two. Despite all of this, Amelia still pushed back into me with each thrust. I could feel her desire build within her. My cock was penetrating deep within her libido, filling fantasies and forbidden lusts that she had suppressed for too long. Her ass clenched around my phallus, tightening and squeezing me with her lusty abandon. "Are you going to cum?" I demanded. She nodded her head. "Then cum, slut!" She did. Powerful orgasms ripped through her body, aided by my own little powers. Amelia's hair went flying as her head flailed with bliss. Her whole body was racked in spasm as I continued to pound her tight ass with my phallus. I could hear her feet kicking against the floor as I pressed deeper inside her and I laughed as her choked moans slipped past her gagged lips. I brought her to orgasm again. And again. And again till her back was sweating and her sex was leaving a wet streak on the bed. "Now it's my turn," I growled and Amelia froze as she realized what I was about to do. She was helpless from the orgasms as my cock pumped my load of seed into her tiny ass. We felt her ass shudder at this new invasion and I chuckled as her buttocks reflexively clenched to milk my cock. I kept fucking her ass until every drop of my cum was deposited inside her. "Oh God," Amelia moaned when I pulled her panties from her mouth. I wiped my flagging manhood with her panties and then tossed them to her. "God?" I laughed. "Not the one you think." "That was amazing," she said. "It was what it was," I said. I flipped through her wallet and took out her cash. There was enough for dinner and the rest could help with my hotel bill. Amelia said nothing as I pocketed it all and tossed her wallet back to her. "Now go." "I've got to see you again," she laughed as she slipped her sticky panties on. "You might," I lied. She would never see me again though she will try later to remember the hotel, or my room number. In less than a day, she'll forget what I even looked like but she'll have the same craving. She'll crave to be punished, fucked and abused like her own poor self-image demanded. Amelia will go a week suitably chastised and her husband will wonder at the sudden blowjobs but it won't last. By the end of the month she'll be back to her old tricks, praying that she'll sin enough to be punished again. Amelia slipped back into her jeans and I smiled as the denim touched her sore ass. She looked around for her shirt and remembered that it and her bra were lying in the elevator. She looked at me with the glow of orgasm still softening her face. "Can I borrow a shirt?" she asked. "I can't exactly go out like this." "Not my problem," I said as I pushed her through my door. She banged on the door and cursed me. She was too late. Eventually she left and I assumed went in search of either her shirt or a good Samaritan. As for me? I was already forgetting her face. My cock was exhausted and my heart was thrilling to the very temporary power I wielded. It was all part of the price I paid to be the bad boy I always wanted to be. Bad boys always get the girls but they never keep them.

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