She Likes It Rough

by Fanee Sitter

  His hands spring forward and clutch me by the waists, pulling my ass toward his face. He tugs down hard on my panties to reveal my smooth, tanned ass cheeks. Then lifts my skirt up to bury his nose between my crack.

  "Ungh--yes!" I drop my hands to my knees and shove my ass into Mr. Miller’s face when I feel his tongue lapping at my pussy from behind. His tongue swirls around in my wetness and curls around to flick at my clit.

  My eyelids close shut and I bite my bottom lip, enjoying the sensation of Mr. Miller slurping at my virgin sweetness with relish.

  "Taste good?" I giggle, my body jolting forward with every slurp and suck.

  "Mmm..." he moans, and I begin to wonder if he's ever going to come up for air. His tongue circles my clit some more and my body writhes.

  Then I gasp when I feel the tip of it pushing against my asshole. It forces its way just inside and waggles about, stimulating nerves I never knew existed. I have to bite down harder on my lip just to stop myself from screaming.

  I bet he never did that for his wife. Mr. Miller really is enjoying this, isn't he?

  At last, he pulls back to take in a huge breath. He spins me around and wastes no time lifting off my tight pink shirt. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me forward. My back arches as I reach around to get at my bra; my tits burst free and jiggle in Mr. Miller’s face.

  Then he opens wide and stuffs one breast into his mouth. With eyes closed, he sucks passionately on my nipple, flicking his tongue wildly around the areola. I hold his head against my tit, moaning as my head tilts back and my long hair sweeps across the curve of my spine.

  I hold him there for a long while, enjoying the sensation of electric tingles running up my neck.

  Then he releases the tight seal on my breast and it falls against my chest. The suction of his lips has turned my nipple blood red. He stands up from the bed and brings me in close before plunging his tongue into my mouth.

  He grabs hold of one ass cheek and pinches it hard as we make out.

  At last, he is giving in to desire. When our lips peel apart, I turn myself around and bend over while lifting up my skirt to ask,

  "Are you ready to fuck me, Mr. Miller?" He takes a rough grip on the sides of my ass and plants the tip of his cock against my sacrum. The shaft inserts itself between my cheeks and glides along my crack, lubricated by my wet juices and his own saliva.

  Bent over and still holding my skirt up, I turn my head to tell him,

  "I want you inside me..." I lick my tongue around at the corner of my mouth and spread my ass cheeks wide.

  "But, what if..." he says, and I can feel his hands trembling slightly. He must be worried that I might get pregnant. But it means more to me that I give him the best orgasm of his life. I have finally turned his thoughts away from his wife.

  There is no way I'm going to let him stop now. Once I get him to enter me, she will be the last thing on his mind.

  "Fuck me Mr. Miller... Please!" He uses a thumb to push down on the neck of his shaft so the tip is aligned with my quivering wet entrance. I buck my hips backward against his cock and the tip of it compresses between my folds.

  As he pushes deeper, I can feel the tightness of my entrance giving way to his throbbing dick. He is almost inside me now.

  He grabs hold of my hips with apprehension and I feel the force of his hands pulling me backward onto his cock. The head of it slips in the wetness of my tight entrance and my body jolts as the girth of him spreads my insides apart. The size of him is enough to make me flinch.

  As he enters me, my tight walls squeeze around his dick down the neck. The pulse of his cock beats inside me, shooting tingles down to my toes. My legs quake and my knees knock together. I am having trouble standing.

  He spreads his legs for balance and continues to guide my pussy along his shaft. We moan together when my tightness is wrapped around his entire length.

  Mr. Miller’s cock slides in the wet juices of my pussy until his balls reach my labia. My hips buck against him out of reflex when his head bottoms out at my cervix.

  There is a subtle pain in all of it, but it is quickly masked by the euphoric shivers running up my spine.

  My back arches and he puts a hand on my shoulder to hold me in place on his cock. My ass clenches and my walls squeeze even tighter around the whole of his dick.

  With the hands on my hip and shoulder, he begins rocking me back and forth along the length of his shaft. My fluids coat his cock in a wet sheen that reflects the dim light of the bedroom.

  Again and again, he jerks me forward and back. He pulls out so his tip is just inside me, then impales me on his cock until he is balls deep. His thrusting is becoming increasingly rapid and forceful. Mr. Miller is taking me like his little whore, just the way I wanted.

  As he fucks me from behind, I smile at the thought of him finding so much enjoyment in taking my body any way he wants. Now I can give him everything that he deserves.

  While Mr. Miller’s hips beat against me, I reach around to grab hold of his ass and assist his wild thrusting. He huffs and groans as warm beads of sweat land on the small of my back and pool there. I buck my ass against him as I push from behind, squeezing my walls tight as I can.

  Then I feel the familiar twitch of his head tickling my cervix. I think he might be getting ready to cum. Is he really going to do it? Is he actually going to shoot his load up inside me?

  "Mr. Miller I'm--I'm not on the pill..." He continues his forceful thrusting into the depths of my pussy. I'm not sure he even heard me over the sound of his grunting. His cock twitches inside me again, and I think he may be committed.

  He already made up his mind about this before he stuck his cock in me.

  The fear begins to subside in the euphoric energy building deep in my core. His throbbing dick drills into me, slipping and sliding in the deluge of juices gushing from my quivering pussy.

  My whole torso shudders. I would fall over if it weren't for him clinging to my ass.

  "Beth, I'm--I'm going to--" He is going to get me pregnant for sure. But none of that matters anymore. It just feels too fucking good to worry about any of that now. If this is what it takes to finally make him happy again, then I will coax every single drop of semen from his cock.

  The head of his stiff dick slams into my cervix and it sends me over the edge into ecstasy. My body writhes and my legs clamp together and I scream out.

  My pink fingernails dig deep into his ass to hold him inside as the explosion of orgasmic energy flows out from my core and tingles in every extremity.

  "Fuck! I'm gonna fucking cum!" He yells. I gyrate my hips and work the whole of his cock as my walls contract reflexively upon reaching climax. Then I gasp when I feel his warm spunk spilling into my uterus.

  I can't believe he actually did it! We moan together in mutual ecstasy as my tight pussy glides up and down along his cock, milking every bit of cum from his dick.

  His massive load fills all of my insides; a torrential stream of fluids gushes out from me and trickles down his balls.

  He spasms against me, then goes limp at the waist. His cheek rests upon my arched spine and his knees buckle.

  We collapse together on the carpet floor. He lands on top of me while his cock continues to shudder and spurt more of his seed into me. As we lie there panting in unison, basking in the afterglow of climax, I know that I now carry his child.

  I am in the most fertile period of my menstrual cycle after all. I may have forgotten to mention that to Mr. Miller, but I did warn him that I wasn't on the pill.

  Then he grunts and rolls off of me onto his back and I know instantly that it was all worth it. Mr. Miller is finally smiling again.

  Letting Him Finish Inside

  I've always been an excellent motivational speaker. Especially when I've got a big cock in my mouth. It's harder to talk when I'm choking on some guy's dick down my esophagus, but it gets easier with practice.

  "You can do it!" I'll say in gargled words, tickling his scr
otum and encouraging him to cum deep in my throat. They seem to be pretty motivated after I do that. I've yet to find a guy with such a lack of motivation that he won't cum for me.

  I remember giving a motivational speech in my college class last semester. Everyone seemed really engaged and focused on what I was saying. But looking around, I realized that I'd blown every guy in the class. Turns out they were just staring at my tits.

  I really get a kick out of helping people find their motivation. And it really doesn't take much. Sometimes all I have to do is flash my tits. Other times, if the guy is really struggling, I'll take it up the ass. I pride myself in having a one hundred percent success rate.

  Usually all it takes is a quality blowjob from yours truly.

  The group sessions are always the most successful. I've found that I can motivate five guys all at once. One in each hand, one in each hole. It's a regular group therapy session. A fuck fest of inspiration.

  Then I let them unload all that pent up anxiety right on to my tits. Or in my ass, whichever they prefer. A man with a healthy load is a man who is going places. It's my job to get them there.

  Keeping all that cum backed up is too much of a distraction. My job is to relieve men of that distraction. If letting a guy drill me from behind while he holds my supple tits or giving him head underneath his office desk is what it takes, then I'm the one willing to do it.

  Some would call that being a slut. I call it being good at what I do.

  But it's my job, after all. Guys come to me when they need a little boost. A little encouragement to get them going. A nice, sloppy blowjob really does wonders for a guy who hasn't gotten any in a long time. Most guys I work with, I do feel a little sorry for. After a little favor from me, he'll be ready to take on the world. Nothing pleases me more than to get a helpless man up off his feet. Of course, the money doesn't hurt either.

  But now I am facing my most difficult client. To be fair, he is more than just a client. He's a man I trust and care about. A man who helped raise me when my parents were never around. The man I love--my neighbor, Mr. Thompson

  He has really been down in the dumps recently. I've never seen him so depressed. His wife left him for another man a year ago. Then he just his job six months later, and I don't think he's even been looking for a new one. He used to be such a happy man. He would always do his best to make me feel happy when I was a kid.

  Now that I'm nineteen, I want to do what I can to help him. I want to show Mr. Thompson what I can do for him with my body. I've never had a client I couldn't turn around. And I do not accept failure--ever.

  And I'll be damned if Mr. Thompson will be my first. I owe him too much. The least I can do is use my talents of inspiration to help him out of this rut.

  The man probably hasn't been laid in years. It's not like his wife was giving him any before she left. I miss the old Mr. Thompson. I want my happy neighbor back.

  Which is why Mr. Thompson is the only man I would ever dream of letting cum inside my pussy. If getting knocked up is what it's going to take to pull him out of depression, then that's what I'll have to do.

  Once I'm pregnant, he'll have no choice but to turn himself around for the sake of our child. Then he'll finally be happy again.

  He'll raise our kid like he raised me. His life will be full of laughter again. There's nothing I wouldn't give to get the old Mr. Thompson back.

  I've tried all the techniques that have always worked in the past, but he seems to always refuse my advances. I know he's playing dumb. He probably just doesn't know how to think of me as a sexual being after so many years raising me as a kid.

  So lately I've been spending a lot of time at his house. Hell, I may as well be living there at this point. Just last night when I walked in on him getting into the shower I straight up told him that he could fuck me.

  The poor guy almost slipped on the wet tile floor when he reacted to me coming in without anything on.

  "Can I join you?" I asked him casually. Mr. Thompson just looks perplexed. I couldn't help giggling at the sight of him grabbing a hand towel from the nearest rack to cover his dick.

  But he couldn't fool me, I saw him getting hard. The tip of it was peeking over the top of the little white cloth before I stepped in closer.

  "What the--Cammy, what the hell?" He was hunched over, trying to hide his growing erection behind the little towel.

  "Mr. Thompson... I want to help you."

  "Cammy, I'm naked here!"

  "Do you know what I do for a living?" I smirked.

  "Yeah... you're a motivational speaker." I couldn't help laughing. Water droplets fell from his furrowed brows wondering what the hell I was getting at.

  "But do you know how I motivate people?" He just stared blankly, shaking his head. "You don't make the kind of money I do with just words, silly." I giggled. But for him I work for free. I took a few bold steps toward Mr. Thompson.

  His thick arm muscles bulged as he gripped tight around the cloth to cover himself-- I could see the subtle twitch of a pulsing vein along his bicep. Mr. Thompson is totally ripped.

  He may be depressed, but he still hits the gym almost every day. And his body shows it. He is built like an athlete.

  "Which is why I am going to let you fuck me." Mr. Thompson shook his head in disbelief. "In any hole you want." I smirked, tugging down on my cut off jeans enough to expose my trimmed pubes.

  I bit down on my lower lip, dropping my eyelids and honing in on Mr. Thompson's engorged cock. I shook my ass a bit as I slipped the shorts and panties down my legs. Then they dropped to my ankles and I giggled.

  I took another step forward, getting close enough to press an index finger between his bulging pecs. I traced the finger along his sternum, taking a long path across his chest and over his six-pack. Mr. Thompson jerked away from me when I dove the hand behind his tiny towel to grope at his dick.

  "Cammy! What're you--" He turned to the side, raising the towel a little higher to cover the tip but exposing his balls in the process. I giggled at the sight of his balls hanging below the towel.

  "Mr. Thompson, it's okay... really. This is what I do. I want to help you. I know how to make you better again." I spun myself around, bending over while arching my back. I reached around from underneath my crotch and spread the lips of my pussy. I was already dripping wet for him.

  "Mmmm," I moaned as I stuck two fingers just inside. "I'm so wet for you, Mr. Thompson..." I licked my tongue sensually around my lips. "Do you want to know what I taste like?" But he said nothing.

  All those years of being a father figure to me kept him from seeing me as a real woman. He couldn't see that my body had matured, that I was old enough now to make own decision about who I want to fuck. And I clearly wanted to fuck him.

  He took a timid stance and backed himself up against the white tile wall as I approached again. I walked toward him with a slow confidence, crossing my legs with each step. I was determined to get him inside me.

  "Just relax..." I reached to turn the brass knob on the wall. Warm water sprays from the showerhead, rolling over my perky tits just centimeters away from his chest. "I want this." I grab hold of the little towel and rip it from his curled fingers.

  Then I shoved him against the wall with fingertips pressing into his firm chest. Our lips connected and I gave him a passionate kiss, inserting my tongue past his teeth. His eyes went wide and he grabbed me by the shoulders to hold me back.

  "What the hell are you--" He stopped mid-sentence when he felt my soft palm around his cock. I could feel it growing bigger in my hand. Mr. Thompson couldn't hide the fact that my advances were turning him on.

  "I just want to help you. Let me show you what I do for my clients..." I planted wet kisses down his sternum as the warm water trickled down my auburn hair. I tilted my head back to get the hair out of my face, making my way down to his abdomen.

  I gently massaged his engorging cock in my hands, teasing the head between my thumb and curled forefinger. His dick was
getting hard as rock. Mr. Thompson was huge.

  My tongue circled around his toned abdominal muscles as I held him against the wall gently by the hips. Mr. Thompson was utterly stunned; his grip on my shoulders went loose. He wasn't putting up much resistance, despite pretending that he didn't like what I was doing for him.

  "Cammy--don't!" But then he moaned when he felt the flat of my tongue against his stiff dick. I traced it along the shaft, swirling around at the head when I got there.

  I flicked the tip of it with my tongue, giggling and looking up at Mr. Thompson with his head tilted back, water pouring into his open mouth. Then his hands gripped tight around my skull when my lips wrapped tight around the head.

  "Fuck--" he yelled, squeezing my skull tight. I spit on his dick, stroking while the running water flowed between my fingers. My thick saliva oozed down the shaft and rolled off his dripping wet ball sac.