Shit. That is all I want to do.
You’re supposed to keep her safe, not use her for some sick sex-slave play.
The sick twisted part of me that wants it, wants her to cry out in pain and pleasure, wants to feel her crack, feel her spirit yield to me.
“You don’t want me,” I say, voice harsh, “to use you like I want to.” I bite her on the chin.
She drags me back by the hair. “Do that on my tits.”
She lets out a little yelp as I clamp my teeth around the hard nipple, sucking on it through the T-shirt fabric. Teeth still on her nipple, I hook my fingers in the lacy band of her panties, tracing the seam, sliding the fabric in the smooth, wet slit of her cunt.
“Let me make your fantasies come to life,” she gasps. “I want you to choke me with your cock.”
“Shit.” I release her nipple.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” She’s smug.
“You don’t want to go there with me,” I warn.
She’s drunk. She’s out of control. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Mandy leans forward, kissing me. Her tongue tangles with mine. Her hard nipples press against my bare chest as she grinds her cunt against my hard cock.
“I’m not some naive college girl you can impress with shitty missionary,” she whispers against my mouth. I still taste the wine she drank earlier on her tongue. “I want the deluxe package.”
“Even if I fucked you on your back with your legs around my waist, you wouldn’t dare say it was shitty.”
She palms me through the dress pants. I grab the back of her messy bun and stand. She slides off me to the floor.
My belt comes off easily.
“One hand. I bet you impress a lot of girls with that belt trick. Hope you’re not overcompensating for something.” Her hands are on my zipper.
I pull my cock out. “Don’t worry—you’re going to choke on it.”
Hand in her hair, I guide my thick cock into her mouth. She makes a low, strangled sound in her throat as I force my entire length in her mouth. She struggles briefly to breathe out of her nose, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Fuck, Mandy, I told you not to go there with me.”
Her hands reach up to my wrists.
I slap her hands away with the belt. “Hands off me. I want to see you touch yourself.”
Her hands run hesitantly over her breasts.
“Open your eyes.”
She blinks up at me, her lips dark pink around my thick, throbbing cock. I pull out slightly then push in, fucking her mouth slow, not like I want to claim her pussy.
“Touch yourself. Yeah, one hand on your tit, just like that. Play with your nipple—that’s my good little prisoner. I want your other hand in your panties.”
It slips down.
“No, you need to enjoy it.” I slide my cock out of her mouth partway then snap my hips. She blows a breath out of her nose as she takes my length again.
As her fingers work under her panties, she moans low in her throat. Using the hand in the messy bun to keep her head still, I slowly fuck her mouth while she strokes her clit.
“Just wait until I have my huge cock buried in your cunt—or even better, your ass. That’s what you want, right? You want me to keep you handcuffed to my desk on your knees, mouth gagged so you can’t scream,waiting for me. And when I come in, you’re already perfectly trained, and you put that thick, curvy ass in the air, serving your pussy up just how I like it, letting me take you rough.”
