She Likes It Rough

by Fanee Sitter

  Before he has a chance to react, I get on to the bed and saddle myself across his pelvis. I reach to undo the front of the jacket with both hands and manage to reveal part of his bare torso underneath before he catches me by the wrists.

  "What're you--"

  "Shhhh..." I whisper. "We don't want Billy to hear us." I glance down at the nipple peeking out from underneath and my tongue darts to the corner of my mouth. The sight of his bare chest has my senses going wild with lust.

  "But--you're the babysitter. It just wouldn't be--" I press an index finger to his lips while bending down to press the flat of my tongue against his exposed nipple. My tongue glides up his bulging pectoral, leaving a wet sheen of saliva that glistens in the dim light of the bedroom.

  "You haven't given me what I want for Christmas." Mr. Michaels' lips begin to tremble. "And this girl always gets what she wants from Santa Claus... every year." When I feel his grip on my wrists loosen up, I take advantage by slinging both sides of the jacket off his chest.

  I press both palms firmly into his rippling abdomen and begin to rock my hips against his pelvis. I can feel his growing dick through the soft fabric of his pants. I lift off my shirt and unhook my bra, letting it fall onto his chest, watching it rise and fall with each rapid breath.

  I bounce myself up and down, slamming against his pelvis while rocking my hips. Mr. Michaels' gaze is fixed on my supple tits as they jiggle and bounce together. My finger rolls over the muscles of his toned six-pack, curling to work at his brown leather belt.

  When I get the buckle undone, I whip the belt off with a quick snap. Staring down at the bulge of his pants, I grab hold of my breasts, squeezing them together, saying, "I want you inside me."

  I kneel down onto the carpet floor and pull down on the waist of his pants. Mr. Michaels' erect cock springs into the cold air, and my lips curl into a mischievous grin. I slip the pants down and off his ankles, then move in between his legs.

  Gripping his bare thighs with either hand, I lower my head between his legs.

  "My, my... Who knew Santa had such a big cock?"

  Then Mr. Michaels moans long and deep when he feels the wetness of my tongue sliding along his stiff dick. I work my way up the shaft, slowly, savoring the taste of victory. Mr. Michaels has totally given in to his desire now. It's only a matter of time before I've got this enormous cock balls deep inside me.

  When my tongue reaches the head, I lick all around it, flicking playfully at the tip. I can't help giggling at the sight of his legs twitching as my tongue curls around the neck. Then I glide along the length of his shaft, coating it in a thick sheen of saliva.

  I wrap fingers around the shaft, hovering my mouth at the head, exhaling warm breath onto his dick as my lips part.

  "Is Santa ready to give me my present?" I cup his balls with one hand while stroking the shaft with the other. "I've been a really naughty girl this year..." Mr. Michaels grips the bedspread tight when he feels the warmth of my mouth on his dick. He moans loud enough that Billy must have heard.

  The suction of my lips on his head makes a popping sound when I stop a moment to say, "But I like being naughty..."

  Then I thrust his cock deep into the back of my throat, as far as I can go before I start to retch. The muscles of throat squeeze his entire length as I bob my head up and down, stroking his cock in the wetness of my whole mouth.

  Thick beads of saliva roll down his shaft down to his balls. I gag again and again, but force myself to push past the pain. I am determined to deepthroat his entire cock like an expert whore.

  My grip on his thighs is strong enough they have turned red at the spot where my nails are digging in deep. Farther and farther, I plunge his cock into the very depths of my throat, drooling along every inch of it.

  My throat swells with the girth of his cock slipping in and out. Droplets of spit dribbling from my lips fall and wet his trimmed pubes.

  Mr. Michaels moans and grabs hold of my head, pushing on it from behind to get me down the very last inch. I gulp it down and gargle on his cock, connecting my nose with his abs. Black tears roll from my bloodshot eyes, down my cheeks and off my chin. Holding his cock down my esophagus is making it hard to breathe.

  I want to come up for air, but Mr. Michaels holds me there. He groans and clutches the back of my hair with both hands, thrusting his pelvis far enough that his balls tap my chin. My throat clenches out of reflex. The lining my throat burns, stretched by the enormity of his cock lodged inside. I desperately need to come up for air.

  His cock twitches in the back of my throat and I know he's getting ready to cum. I tap wildly on his thighs, trying to get him to let me off his dick. But Mr. Michaels seems intent on cumming in my mouth.

  No fucking way. If he wants to shoot his load, it's going to be inside my pussy. The whole point of seducing Mr. Michaels is to get pregnant, after all.

  I use my hands to push off against the bed to lift my head slowly off his cock. As I hoist myself off his dick, thick strings of saliva cling between his shaft and my lips. Mr. Michaels is squinting hard, refusing to relinquish his death grip on my hair.

  "You can't cum yet, Mr. Michaels..." I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand between heavy breaths. I giggle and stroke the head of his cock a bit, just to tease him. I wince a little at the pain of him clutching tighter on my scalp. His dick continues throbbing in my hand, right on the verge of ejaculation. "You haven't even started fucking me yet."

  With that, his grip begins to loosen and blood returns to the white of his knuckles. He sits up on the bed in what looks like excited anticipation. Mr. Michaels has a kinky side to him after all.

  I step out of my pants and slip my black lacy panties down just past my ass. I give it a little shake and wink at Mr. Michaels, giggling at the sight of him--slack-jawed, with wide eyes fixated on my round, flushed cheeks. I slap one cheek and wiggle with giddiness. At last, I'm finally about to lose my virginity.

  I slide the panties all the way off and crawl up onto the bed, straddling myself just above his cock. I pick up his hands and guide them to the sides of my ass. His hands are cold and trembling against my soft, smooth skin as they travel up from my thighs.

  My pussy is dripping wet. I want Mr. Michaels to enter me. His enormous cock twitches beneath my open crotch. I need him inside me.

  I wrap delicate fingers around his throbbing shaft and direct it toward my sopping wet entrance. I bite down on my trembling bottom lip as I begin to lower myself down, slowly. Mr. Michaels squeezes my ass cheeks and his eyes roll back when the tip of his dick connects with the wetness of my labia.

  The head of his cock parts my folds as the tip enters me. My back arches and my body jolts. The warmth of my pussy wraps tight around the head of his dick. We moan together, loud and long.

  The size of him feels like more than I can handle, but the immense pleasure compels me to lower myself farther down onto his cock. The girth of his cock spreads my walls apart as he enters deeper... and deeper...

  "Ungh!" I cry out when his cock bottoms out at my cervix. My whole body shudders. The subtle pain is drowned by pure ecstasy. My ass cheeks press against the firmness of his thighs. I can't believe I fit his entire cock inside me!

  The tightness of my walls wrap around the whole length of his cock. I compress my walls to squeeze every inch of him, enjoying the sensation of him filling me whole.

  The Mr. Michaels groans when he slips in my wetness as I rock my hips against him. I leverage myself with my knees to lift myself up, then slam hard back onto his pelvis. His cock slams into the very depths of me and my spine tingles.

  Again and again, I buck wildly against him. My fingernails scrape along the surface of his chest. My wet juices coat the length of his dick as I ride him.

  His grip on my ass cheeks gets tighter with every fucking motion. Mr. Michaels holds me down on his cock and drills into me, moaning and squinting hard with every impaling thrust.

  I can feel a warm tingle building deep within my co
re. Mr. Michaels lifts me up with his pelvis with every plunge into my tightness. We moan and cry out with abandon. Little Billy must hear us for sure.

  Then my eyes go wide when the head of his cock twitches deep inside me. He must be getting ready to cum.

  Desperate for his seed, I press my palms flat against his chest and hold him there. I fight against his thrusting and take control, using every muscle of my core to coax the spunk from his cock. My hips sway and bounce against him, fucking him like an animal, compelled by nature to breed.

  "I... I want you to cum inside me..." I say between huffing and groaning. Mr. Michaels seems to pause a moment in hesitation. But it's too late for that now. The head of his cock twitches again at my cervix, ready to explode.

  "It's okay..." I say to him, seeing the apprehension in his face. "I want you to..."

  I bite down on the corner of my lip and watch his eyes roll back. Mr. Michaels can't hold it back any longer. The expression of his face turns to one of pure ecstasy when he ejaculates inside me.

  "I'm fucking c--cumming!" He yells, thrusting himself into me as deep as he can. His legs spasm in a fit of orgasm.

  My head tilts back and we moan together. What started as a subtle tingle has erupted into a wave of electricity coursing through my body out to every extremity. Our bodies convulse against one another. My upper body shudders and my legs push hard into his ribcage.

  I gasp as his massive load fills my insides. I can feel his warm, thick cum coating my walls. Mr. Michaels just came inside me!

  My vision blurs and my mind goes numb. My head droops and I fall forward onto his firm chest. My breasts heave against his hard pecs as the last bits of cum dribble from his dick.

  As we lie there together in mutual bliss, I think about what will become of us now. Mr. Michaels has almost certainly impregnated me. Will I finally be able to live the life I've always wanted, free from my controlling mother? Will he have a cute kid together just like little Billy?

  Then our bodies tense when the bedroom door creaks open.

  Little Billy is standing in the doorway in his pajamas, looking utterly confused. His eyes are fixed on the red and white outfit strewn across the floor.

  "S--Santa?"

  TOO TIGHT

  Mr. White always has all the good food. The stuff Mom never buys. I guess that's why I'm over at Mr. White's house more than my own. I can't stand being around my mother.

  She is always teasing me about my weight, and it really hurts sometimes. She thinks she's just being funny when she pokes my belly fat, going, "My daughter is getting so chubby!" Then she laughs like it's all a big joke.

  The truth is I am really self-conscious about my weight. I'm not obese or anything like that, but it hurts to be made fun of like that. My mom is probably the reason I go over to Mr. White's to binge eat all the time.

  Maybe I should see a therapist about that.

  Anytime I ask her to buy the foods I like, she tells me, "Not with my money. Get a job if you want to buy junk food!" But that skinny bitch doesn't know how hard it can be for a big girl like me to land a job.

  People look at you differently in in interviews, always staring with those judgmental eyes. Trying to find a job in retail when you're overweight is a nightmare.

  But Mr. White doesn't seem to care. He is really the nicest person on Earth. He used to be overweight himself, so he really understands what I'm going through. But one day he somehow managed turn his life around. He got fit in just under a year--totally ripped, actually.

  Then he scored a hot wife and moved to the suburbs next door. Ever since then, I've been making every excuse possible to be around him.

  I saw some of his old pictures when he was overweight like me. It's incredible how much he has changed. The guy is a total hunk now. He's always telling me that I shouldn't care what people think of me.

  "No matter what they say, you're gorgeous to me," he told me once. Then he nudged me, saying, "Hell, if I wasn't married..." then he just laughed without finishing the sentence.

  Did he really mean it? In truth, I would give anything to be his wife. Being over there all the time, I sometimes pretend to be. That bitch is hardly ever at home anyway. Usually it's just me and Mr. White, sitting together on his couch watching television.

  And honestly, those are my happiest moments. Just sitting there next to him, gorging on junk food and watching our show of mutual interest.

  I like to fantasize that we're a happily married couple.

  More than that, I fantasize about Mr. White impregnating me. The truth is, I want to be more than just his wife. I want to have a child with him. Then I can move out of Mom's house and eat whatever the hell I want without her nagging me all the time. I'm nineteen already for Christ’s sake!

  If I got myself knocked up by Mr. White, I could finally escape the clutches of my stupid mother always telling me what to do--that I need to get a job, to lose weight. It never ends. That bitch will never understand. Mr. White and I could be so happy together.

  And I know he wants a piece of this ass. Mr. White is always flirting with me when his wife isn't around. Just harmless stuff really, but it lets me know he would totally fuck me given the chance.

  All I would have to do is give him a little bit of encouragement--let him know that this pussy is wet and ready for him any time. I may still be a virgin, but I'm confident I know how to make it worth his while.

  He even caught me masturbating on that couch once. I was feeling super depressed after an argument with my mother, so I was sobbing into a bowl of ice cream with a bag of potato chips on my lap when the urge struck me.

  I saw handsome Mr. White smiling next to his wife in a framed photograph of his wedding, looking all dressed up, and I just couldn't help myself.

  I imagined I was her, what we would do together the night of our honeymoon. I slipped two fingers down my pants and felt the soggy spot around my clit. I let my eyelids drop, fingering myself a little while thinking about all the naughty things I wished Mr. White would do to me.

  I bit down on my lower lip and moaned softly, gyrating my hips while rubbing my two fingers in a circular motion. I thought about him entering me, filling me up with his enormous cock, wondering what it must feel like.

  I spread my labia with two fingers then brought them up to my mouth, rubbing the sticky wetness over my soft lips. Then I sucked on my fingertips and licked the juices clean, moaning at the sweetness of it.

  I sat up to slip my blouse off in one quick motion, then removed my pants and sprawled out on Mr. White's couch.

  I brought one hand down to my breast and brought it to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the nipple and began sucking, flicking my tongue around my nipple. My breath was becoming heavy.

  The bag of chips fell and spread out on the carpet floor. The ice cream bowl tipped over on its side, dripping the melted cream onto the beige fabric of the couch. But I didn't care.

  It felt too good to care.

  I spread my legs out wide with a hand down my panties, dipping two fingers knuckle deep into my pussy. I whimpered at the thought of Mr. White's throbbing dick inside me, spreading my tight walls apart.

  I curled my fingers to stimulate my G-spot, rocking my hips on the soft couch cushions. My tongue darted to the corner of my mouth and slid across my upper lip. I stared intently at the photograph, holding my focus on Mr. White's eyes.

  My mind was going numb. I could feel a warm sensation building deep in my core. The coming orgasm was going to be tremendous. I was going to gush all over Mr. White's couch right then and there.

  And then there he was, his dark silhouette filling the doorway leading to the hall in front me. I could see the white in his wide eyes piercing through the darkness. I just froze in place, spread eagle and chest bare with a hand down my panties.

  Then there was a soft whisper from his direction, "P--Penny? What... the hell?" My legs began to tremble in the air; my whole body shuddered in embarrassment.

  "Mr... Mr. Whi
te?" Was all I could muster. I didn't know what to think, what to do. My mind went blank.

  He stepped forward into the light of the living room. His expression of disbelief was suddenly illuminated, it was even more frightening in the light. "I--I..." His eyes moved to the open bag of potato chips on the floor, then to the dripping ice cream on his expensive couch. Then his look of shock turned to anger.

  "I'll let you fuck me..." was what came out of my mouth. I was just as surprised as he was. "It's the least I can do for ruining your couch." Mr. White shook his head like he couldn't believe what I was saying.

  Then my body began to move almost on its own. My feet planted themselves on the floor and I stood up. As I began walking toward him, he pulled away, looking almost afraid.