by Sanya Sitter
Jason positions himself between my legs, and Tyler above my head. With a playful little wink, I guide Jason's cock to my soggy entrance. The head of his cock twitches between my wet folds and I can't help but giggle.
How long has it been since either of these men felt the inside of a woman?
For a brief moment, Jason turns his attention back toward the General, looking for some sort of confirmation. When the General nods, he turns toward me with apprehensive, eyes asking for permission.
"Ungh!--" I moan, thrusting my hips upward at an angle so that his cock slips just inside me. The girth of his cock spreads my walls apart and my legs jolt.
My tightness wraps around the neck of his cock and Jason grunts out a deep moan.
Tyler places one foot on either side of my head so that his balls are hanging above my face, blocking out the only light source in the room and casting a dark shadow upon Jason and me.
He lowers himself slowly until his scrotum taps my forehead. I watch Tyler's cock growing as he strokes it with a calloused hand, watching Jason's body tense as he enters deeper inside me.
Jason's head droops into my tits when he's about half way and he gives pause--the sweaty skin of his belly clinging to mine. I reach around to grab Jason's ass, pushing him in deeper from behind.
He shakes his head and scrunches is face, as if going any further would be too much for him to handle.
"Now's not the time for hesitation, soldier," I whisper. "Your orders are to fuck me." Tyler's erect cock throbs just above my face as he strokes along the shaft, up to the tip. A bit of his precum dribbles on to the spot between my eyebrows.
With a forceful shove, Jason throws his full weight onto me. My knees knock against my ribcage when his dick bottoms out at my cervix.
"Unnngh!" I wail, feeling Jason's massive girth splitting me apart. The pain is sudden and intense--yet a subtle tingling pleasure rolls through my senses, causing my body to worm and writhe on the cold cement.
A sinister grin spreads across my face, and the whispered words escape my lips,
"I want you to cum inside me..."
And with that, Jason props himself up, beginning to move with a sudden determination. He grabs hold of my ribcage, impaling me onto his cock with every bulging muscle of his lower back.
My moans echo through the room as my fingernails dig into Jason's ass cheeks, holding him against me. My tongue moves on its own, circling sensually around my lips, inviting Tyler to enter my mouth.
Another silver string of fluid drips from his eager cock, this time landing along the ridge of my nose.
"I'm going to suck that dick dry of cum," I tell him. "Fuck my throat and make me gag like a dirty whore." My mouth opens wide and my tongue stick out.
Tyler grips the neck of his cock with a thumb and forefinger, angling it downward at my gaping mouth. The tip presses against the flat of my tongue, rolling over my tiny tastebuds and down into the warm, wet darkness of my naughty throat.
Tyler squats down, straddled across my face, spelunking into my esophagus. The front of my neck bulges at the girth of him and my gag reflex activates. He is even bigger than his General.
I retch and choke on his Tyler's cock while Jason beats against my cervix. General Sanders stands beside us still dripping cum, arms cross but looking pleased.
His soldiers are meeting the call of duty.
They moan together in unison, drilling into me with throbbing cocks, stretching my insides. Their rhythmic thrusting into my wet holes intensifies. My back arches and my body twists to the will of their forceful penetration.
I can sense they are becoming desperate to cum.
"Easy there, boys." The General step forward, signaling for them to stop, and Jason and Tyler are immediately still. With their massive cocks still lodged inside me, the General says,
"I want to hear her beg for it." I cough and groan Tyler's cock. He wants me to beg? What did I do to piss this guy off so much? But I can't possibly show weakness now, not in front of this asshole.
"M--More!" I try to say, but it comes out like gargled noise. But I wanted--needed more. The truth is I want to be fucked like a rag doll and treated like a filthy slut.
I want Jason and Tyler to fill me from both ends.
"No. I want to hear it from her, loud and clear," the General says coldly, staring down at me with contempt in his eyes. How much more of a whore can I possibly be? But I've gone much too far to give up now.
Jason pushes against my thighs as Tyler lifts himself to his feet. My fluids cling to their cocks as they pull out, slowly. The tightness of my pussy grips Jason's throbbing dick, not wanting to let go.
My tongue laps along Tyler's shaft as it emerges from my lips, teasing it just a little bit more. He grunts and grimaces when it's finally all the way out, dripping with thick saliva.
He was so close...
Jason flips me over so I'm on my hands and knees. My pussy aches; my throat burns with soreness. Tears gush from my swollen eyes and roll off my crimson cheeks. But I haven't had enough. Not yet.
Jason grips my ass from behind and Tyler lifts my chin with a curled index finger. They want to enter me again, but require permission from their superior officer first. They both turn toward General Sanders, looking expectantly.
"Well?" He says. My hair falls over my face and my head droops while I'm gasping for air.
"I--I want it." I try between breaths. As much as I might be enjoying this, I'm not accustomed to being utterly humiliated.
"Want what?" The General is persistent. He isn't going to stop until I give him what he wants.
"I want--" I choke.
"What do you think boys? Should we teach this bitch a lesson?"
"I think so, sir," Jason smirks. My body jolts at the stinging pain traveling from my ass up my spine. My back arches and I wince. When Jason peels his hand from my ass cheek, a red spot is left where he spanked me.
"Tell me you want it," the General commands. Jason lands another hard blow and I gasp.
"I--"
SMACK!
I plead with my eyes--don't make me do this!
SMACK!
"Say it!
SMACK!
My pussy quivers at the shooting pain. My wet juices trickle between my thighs. I wail and moan with every callous strike against my ass. My hips buck out of reflex and my ass shakes in the air, begging for more.
SMACK!
"Tell us you're a whore who will fuck anyone to get what she wants!"
SMACK!
"Okay--Okay!" I scream, squinting in pain. "I'm a dirty whore who fucks to get what she wants! And I fucking like it--okay?"
And with that, I grab Tyler by the hips and shove his erect cock down my throat, sucking and slurping wildly up and down his entire length. I don't care about being humiliated anymore. I don't care about the fucking interview, either.
I just want to get fucked.
Jason puts a bit of spit on his cock seizes me from behind, pressing his dick hard against my puckered asshole. With a forceful thrust it slips into my ass, pushing deeper until his balls collide against my soggy pussy.
"Aghh!" I wail, feeling his girth spreading my rectum apart. The pain and ecstasy of it all tingles through every nerve. With a hard dick in either end of me, a euphoric energy builds deep within my core.
"Your ass is so--fucking tight!" Jason says. And it's his cock I feel twitching inside me first.
"Fuck--fuck!" Tyler groans with clenched teeth. The head of his dick trembles in my slippery throat.
The burning in my throat, the pain of my asshole being stretched apart--it all fades away in a climactic explosion of euphoria and warm cum filling my insides.
Every muscle convulses--my body spasms and writhes as Jason and Tyler inject their hot spunk into me. Fingernails dug deep into my ass cheeks, burly hands clenched around my throat--we moan together in an orgasmic flurry of sweat and cum.
"Holy... shit..." Jason sighs, collapsing backward. His thick white
cum dribbles from my sopping asshole.
Tyler's knees tremble; his whole body jitters while I suck and swallow the last bit of his warm load. Then his legs go limp, and he meets Jason on the hard floor.
"Well, General," I manage between panting, still holding myself up on hands and knees. "Looks like I was more than your soldiers could handle after all..." Sanders smirks, still stroking his stiff cock. "It's time for you to give me what I deserve." His shoulders droop; his body language tells me he has conceded defeat at his own game.
"You're right," he says, standing right over me now.
Then I feel it--the massive, warm splatter of cum onto the arch of my back. The stuff rolls down my sloped body and trickles between my ass crack.
"Now clean yourself up--we'll have to do the interview tomorrow."
What an asshole. I'll be sure that I'm late.
Punishing Melissa
Right away, I knew it was Mr. Wilson when I noticed my panties were missing. After all, he’s the only guy who has ever seen my bedroom.
It’s not like I’m a prude or anything like that. In fact, I fantasize about sex all the time. I just have high standards is all. A perfectionist to a fault.
And Mr. Wilson really is perfect. The only man I want to take my virginity.
He’s maybe in his forties, but Mr. Wilson is super hot. The first time I saw him he was outside washing his car—shirtless. The wet sheen of his taut skin was glowing in the afternoon sun. We had just moved in next door, pulling up to our new driveway, and I lost myself watching his toned body sweep across a classic BMW.
His rippling muscles caught the light like a god. Seeing him like that, I can’t remember the last time I was so wet between the legs. I had to change my panties by the time he was done.
Nobody else is good enough for me. Sure, I get hit on all the time by douchebags between classes at college. Being a freshman means all the jocks think they are entitled to me.
Most of them have dicks so small you’d need a magnifying glass just to find it, much less fuck it.
And the truth is I’m as cum hungry as the next chick. But I need a real man’s cock. A cock so big I’d have trouble stuffing it down my naughty little throat.
I want to deepthroat and gag and slurp down a real man’s cum. Roll the load around with my tongue and taste it. Let some thick spunk dribble from my lips and off my chin. Then I want to look into Mr. Wilson’s eyes while he watches me swallow it down in one giant gulp. I won’t settle for anything less.
I don’t even mind that Mr. Wilson took my panties. He only confirmed the suspicion I’ve had for a long time now. He must fantasize about me just as often as I do about him.
It was just a few days ago when I let Mr. Wilson into my house for the first time. I made up some excuse about needing help to put my new dresser together. The cheap kind you can order online, but comes unassembled in a thousand pieces and a hundred pages of instructions.
So I figured I could kill two birds with one stone. Get fucked like a rag doll by the man of my dreams, and even get my dresser put together for free.
But really, it’s not that I couldn’t figure it out myself. I just needed a reason to get Mr. Wilson in my bedroom long enough for me to seduce him.
The plan was pretty simple—or so I thought.
“Did you know I’m still a virgin?” I said. I thought it was a good lead. He was tinkering with an Allen wrench, trying to fit two sides together when I said it. His whole body froze—the words seemed to echo in his head.
“It’s true,” I told him, running an index finger over my smirk, “you don’t believe me?”
“It’s not that, I—don’t know what to—“
“What if I let you take it from me?” His hand started to tremble and he dropped the wrench. “What if I let you fuck me right here in my bedroom before my mom gets home?”
“Melissa?” He was standing up by then, looking around, looking toward my closet like he was expecting someone with a camera to come out and tell him this was a practical joke.
I went over to him while he was stuck in that daze and rest a hand on his shoulder. I could see his six-pack bulging through the thin white shirt he had on.
The hand swept across the nape of his neck and my pink manicured nails ran through the back of his dark brown hair.
Then I brought his head in and our lips connected. I pushed my tongue past his teeth and watched his eyes go wide.
My tongue circled and lapped playfully in his mouth. My eyelids drooped and I held him there with our lips locked. I remember the electricity of the moment raising the tiny hairs of my neck. I wanted the kiss to last forever.
But then he grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me back. A string of saliva still connected us as my head was forced away from him.
“No—you’re way too young,” he said, realizing it wasn’t a joke.
“Too young? I’m nineteen! And I’m old enough to make my own decisions.” I brushed his hands away and took a bold step closer. I dove four fingers beneath the waist of his jeans and pulled him in hard enough that our bodies collided.
Holding him there, my face brushing the scruff of his cheek, I whispered, “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”
My hand was down his briefs by then. I cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. I flashed a suggestive smile and said, “Don’t worry, I can keep a secret.”
My tongue traced the edge of my crimson lips and I let out a soft moan. I held his growing dick in my hand, stroking it and feeling around his enormous size. I knew he had to be big, but holy shit.
Then I tugged down hard on his pants and briefs as I lowered myself into a squat. I looked up at him through pleading eyes, “Mind if I suck your cock?”
He didn’t answer, but he also wasn’t objecting when I peeled back his underwear.
His massive cock sprang out in front of me, and my tongue started dancing between my teeth. I was drooling with anticipation, eager for a taste.
Closer and closer, I gazed up at him with piercing eyes, mouth opening wide…
His eyes sort of glazed over then closed in resignation. Maybe it’s not so naughty if he doesn’t look, he must have been thinking.
Then he let out a deep moan when he felt the flat of my wet tongue lapping at the base of his shaft.
I teased my way up his stiff dick, licking and wrapping the shaft, coating it in a thick sheen of saliva.
He rested a palm on the top of my auburn hair when my tongue flicked the tip. His eyes were open again. I smiled at him, wet my lips and kissed the head.
“Mmm…” I filled the room with sensual moaning, savoring the taste of him. Warm saliva drooled from my lips and trickled down to his balls. My lips parted over his dick. His grip on my scalp tightened when he felt the warmth of my breath envelop his dick. My head lowered on its own, and then…
“Ungh!” Mr. Wilson’s groans echoed against the thin white walls of my bedroom. His dick was deep in the hot cavern of my mouth. His legs jolted when the head connected with the very back of my throat.
My lips closed around the shaft. I slurped and sucked on his cock like a vacuum, forcing him down, past my tongue and into my esophagus.
I kept him lodged inside there, drooling and gargling along his entire length. My head bobbed and swiveled, sucking him off with a passion.
“Damn!” His deep moans of pleasure motivated me even more, made me want to push past the reflex to gag and deepthroat his whole cock.
I grabbed his bare ass with both hands and pulled him toward me, sliding his dick deeper into my esophagus. I retched—hot spurts of saliva poured from my mouth.
But I was determined to push through it—get past the pain. This was going to be the best blowjob of his life.
Tears of black mascara welled in my bloodshot eyes, rolling down pale cheeks. The enormity of Mr. Wilson’s cock cut off my airways.
I couldn’t breathe. The muscles of my throat clenched around the massive cock lodged in my throat, trying
desperately to force it out while I persisted in keeping it all down.
I caught Mr. Wilson wincing, lurching at the tightness around his hard dick. “Agh!” My fingers gripped his ass cheeks like raptor claws. Long pink nails digging deep enough to draw blood.
Somehow I managed to hold it in. I was so far down on his cock my lips were nestled in his trimmed pubes.