“Crawl to me,” I commanded from the locked door, and she shook her head.
Wrong response, Magdalena.
I soaked her defiance and bit it into my bottom lip. She wasn’t aware of what I was trying to suppress.
“Not again, please,” she whispered. The tears were already marking her face. I was so thirsty for them.
“I’m only going to say it one more time.Crawl to me.” I raised my voice at the command and waited too long before she obeyed by slowly crawling over to me. She didn’t realize that watching her butt cheeks crown her face and dip and rise at such a slow pace only increased the sensuality.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed. Her ass was right in front of me and her face away. “Grab your cheeks and open them.” That’s when she started breaking down again, but I ignored it. While she sobbed, I drenched a vibrator and pushed it into her pussy until it was all the way in. She sounded as if I’d gut punched her or as if she would vomit. I didn’t care. I started stuffing her ass with a lubricated long thin dildo, but before I could push it all theway in, she screamed, “Noooo! No!” She released her cheeks and crawled away.
I stood there stunt by her stupidity, then had to hold my laughter as I followed her slowly, making her crawl all over the room with her stuffed holes until I pressed the button on the control so the vibrator would be at maximum speed and intensity. She collapsed and convulsed while screaming. Once I stopped it, loud moans filled the room. God, she sounded like such a greedy whore.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? You begged for it, remember? To come? Or do you also need my mouth sucking your pussy?”
Her only response were more moans. “Open up for me.” I grabbed her hair. The weight of all her body hung from my hands while she opened her ass cheeks, and I pushed the rest of the dildo in without mercy. Sometimes she’d try to pull away, but there wasn’t enough leeway. Her sobbing filled the room, echoing. She screamed as I pushed the last of it in, all twelve inches.
“Pleeeeeaaaaassseeee!” After, she collapsed on the floor, out of breath and gagging. “Turn around.”
I opened, then raised her folded legs. “Hold them.” She looked gorgeous with strands of hair stuck to her cheek, her tits partially falling to the sides and her pussy glistening under the dim light. Her palms wrapped under her knees pulling them to the side, obeying me. She was showing it to me, how having both her holes stuffed had her all wet and crying. I turned on the vibrator to maximum, and a screech escaped her, but she didn’t release her legs. This was my psycho bitch obeying me. If only she knew how delicious that realization was. Her body rattled as short moans kept tumbling out of her. She tried everything: biting her lips, closing her eyes, tensing, relaxing, moving her thigh,breathing through it, but in the end, she exploded again. Loud whimpers turned to screams and wailing.
Slowly, I approached her contorting body and pushed her legs further up against her chest, completely folded and bent so that I could watch her pussy squeezing the vibrator again and again as she came, her shaking becoming violent convulsions that ripped loud screeches out of her. “Ahhhhhhh! Pleeeeeassseee,” she begged in between panting. “Sto—Oh... Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck!” Again, she came, her eyes rolling up with high-pitched whimpers and her face wincing, then biting her lip, with quivering eyebrows almost meeting in the middle. Her round, tearful eyes then met mine and silently begged me for mercy. “Siiirrrrrr.... Pleeaaaaseee.”
My gaze slowly swept down from those beautiful almond-brown eyes down to her pale pink areolas surrounding her hardening nipples, then her midsection all the way to her swollen, wet pussy.
She was a fucking masterpiece.
This constant desperate pleading from the most vicious woman I’d ever known. The memory of her bathed in blood, slashing at her thighs in the forest ready to kill me flowed through my mind, further solidifying my obsession. I kneeled right in front of her, lowered my face less than an inch away from her pussy and then slowly pushed as much of my tongue flat, between her pussy lips. The vibrations tickled my tongue all the way down my throat. She was taking short gasps again and again before a long moan ripped out of her. Every time her pussy squeezed the vibrator, my tongue dipped a little pressed against her and my teeth would graze her clit.
I could feel the toy doing its work and her hot sweaty body doing hers, quivering on and wetting the flatness of my tongue.Fuck yeah, baby, come on my tongue. Drip on me yourdelicious juices for me to savor.When she started losing control again, her whimpers coming out faster, louder, more alarmed, I reached under, pulled the dildo and fucked her with it, pushing her over the edge without moving my tongue until I could feel a tiny puddle of it collect on it. As she shook like a leaf in a storm, I curved my tongue and cupped her juices, tasting her sweetness. It took me straight to the best memory of my fucked up life, that night in her dorm room.
I’d been so nice to her, given her all the pleasure I could, yet letting her think it was a dream. It was obvious she didn’t remember. But it had been wrong of me to let her forget. I should have been as brutal as I was then so that she would have truly run.
My lips grazed her clit and that was enough for her to convulse. She wasn’t even making sense anymore, sounds broke the words she tried to speak, screams rattled with the rest of her body. I lifted my head, bringing my tongue up to her clit where it curled against it, stroking it hard without mercy long after it started hurting me. The volume and pitch of her wailing, the way she curved back her nape, raising her chest, told me she was loosing her mind.
She was no longer conscious of her actions or words, spitting, screaming, her body jumping off the floor, fucking the toy I was thrusting into her ass.
I knew she didn’t want to be fucked up the ass. I also knew it was because of that night in the forest. Probably she couldn’t stand the shame of enjoying it like she’d never enjoyed anything else in her life. What she didn’t know was that I’d purposely chosen the thin dildo so that there wouldn’t be any pain, just the pressure, fullness and the ridges sweeping against her tight walls. I sucked at her clit hard again and again as if I was trying to drink something from it, and finally stopped the vibrator and took it out. The exhaustion was crystal clear on her with theheavy eyelids. Relief filled her face and all of her muscles relaxed unaware I was undoing my pants.
I knew she couldn’t wait anymore. Neither could I.
Without hesitating, I thrust all of my cock into her and she let out a long moan. Her eyebrows wrinkled as if I were torturing her. Perhaps, I was. Even her breath shook. It was beyond exhilarating to have her so frail in my arms, while being inside her again. I was so proud she’d finally stopped saying no.
It had been the first day in my life that there had been so many fucking hours between morning and night. But now I was lost in her, yet home, in such a sweet pool of euphoria. A whimper escaped me and I hadn’t even begun fucking her. I’d been giving her time to get used to having all of my cock inside her along with a dildo in her ass. She was drenched inside and out. Her pussy choked me and released me over and over again in a frenzy, still recuperating from the last orgasm. I’d lost count of how many she’d had. I wrapped my hand around her throat. She gasped at the surprise as I squeezed, the terror waking her out of her exhaustion, filling her eyes. THen I turned over with my cock still inside her, so that she’d be on top. My hand squeezed as much as I could without breaking her neck, her eyes bulging out, her fingers trying to yank mine away and when they couldn’t, her palms slapped at my chest. Her body relaxed, the impossibility of escape finally being accepted, the energy draining fast from it.
With my other hand, I reached around and moved the dildo. Her ass lifted, trying to run away from the thrusting, and then I began fucking her from underneath, only loosening my hold on her neck sometimes, just a little. Our gazes never broke. I watched her panic intensifying, desperation when she was sure she was going to die, mutating to pleasure then gratitude, and tears fill her eyes to the brim.I should kill her again.Beads of sweat trailed down her midsection while tears rained down on me. Those tears. Those motherfucking tears. They’d hauntedmy dreams and now, I felt blessed by them and needed to taste them. I pulled her to me and licked them off her cheek, then pushed her back up.
Deliciously salty, a perfect blend with the juices of her pussy.As I continued fucking her from under, her tits bounced so beautifully. When I felt her body start to lose all strength, I released her neck and slapped her tits, over and over again. She tried to cover them and I stopped everything.
“Don’t!” I yelled and it was enough for her to drop her hands after begging me silently not to. “Raise your chest. Show me how much you like it when I hit them.”
She curved her back, raised her chest then flinched at the first slap. Her pussy squeezed me with every impact. “Go ahead. Show me how much you like it.”
Slap.
“Fuck your cock.”
