You feel his big strong hands grabbing your hips and using them to FUCK you hard, fast and deep. He is ramming inside you so it hurts just a little, but you are getting so wet from the relentless attack of his cock that it is almost exciting and you feel your body climbing towards climax. Suddenly he smacks your ass so hard and loudly that it makes you clamp down on him and he nearly falls over from the intense sensation this causes. He reaches under neath you and smacks your tits and whispers in your ear "I am going to fuck you my little cunt until I cum all over you!" and he bites the side of your neck. You let out a moan of pleasure and he grabs your hair and is now ramming your pussy while pulling you back onto his cock with your hair. His other hand is smacking your ass and pinching your nipples as he uses you as hit fuck toy.
He pulls his huge throbbing cock out of you and smacks your ass with it, then while still holding your hair pulls you around and slaps your face on both sides with his dick now dripping with your pussy juices. He rams it into your mouth and you taste his cum and your cunt juice as he fucks your mouth. He flips you over and spreads your legs apart and stands over you admiring his prey with his hand firmly around your throat. He slaps your tits back and forth and puts his arms under your legs lifting you on an angle so only your head and shoulders are on the edge of the couch and he tells you in a low voice, "Now I am going to fuck your wide open pussy you slut until I am ready to cum, then I am going to make you get on your knees and watch as I stroke my cock while you kneel before me. I will make you my little cumslut!" and he rams his cock deeply into you.
After 20 minutes of intense fucking until you can barely breath he finally drops you to the floor and grabs your hair saying, "get on your fucking knees you slut" and he grabs a strap and ties your hands behind your back. After he has you tied he slaps your ass with another strap making a painful stinging sensation which makes your pussy even wetter. He does this several times and then moves in front of you and is slapping your breasts with the strap and grabs one of your nipples and twists it. Now he is slapping your nipples with his still erect cock. He leans down and sucks very hardly on the right nipple while grasping the left one. He now grabs both your breasts with his big hands and forces them together with his cock in between them. He laughs an evil laugh as he fucks your tits and his cock bumps your chin. He commands you to tilt your head so his cock will go into your mouth while he continues to fuck your tits. He stops and grabs your hair wrapping some of it around his cock and is now fucking your hair right next to your face. The sensation of his cock fucking your hair right next to your face is a bit exhilarating and just as you are settling in on this idea he steps back.
He now grabs your hair with one hand tilting your face upward and is stroking his cock with the other right above your face. He says to you, "Open your mouth and let me see your tongue now you whore, we are going to teach you to be a cumslut, MY fucking cumslut!" And you comply sliding your tongue a little out of your mouth. He leans down a bit touching the top of your tongue with his cock as he is stroking it. You can taste his hot cum and feel the head throbbing. He now says, "It is time you fucking cunt, it is time for you to become my cumslut. Make sure to keep your tongue out as I cover it with my hot cum!". And a shot of hot cum shoots into your mouth, the next covering your tongue and the next hitting your lips and falling to your tongue. He now commands "Now swallow my hot cum you whore and you will be my cumslut". The warm fluid slides down your throat and now you wonder how he will use you next, now that you belong to him and are his sex slave to be used and fucked and cum on whenever he pleases.
The End.
My Red Headed Friend
"Let's get out of here." I mouthed the words to her as we sat at the kitchen table of our mutual friends apartment.
"Do you want to?" She tried to whisper back. She seemed surprised I had even suggested it.
I simply nodded my head and she took my hand.
She lived in the same apartment building so the walk was quick. She lead the way as we walked up the stairs to her place, me trying to catch a peek underneath her tight dress at the secrets it kept underneath. She opened the door into the living room and her roommates were all there. They starred at me, they knew who I was, and then they starred at her. They knew what she was doing, and like me, I think they were wondering why. I tried to make small talk while standing there, but it was clumsy. I saw my red headed girl looking in the freezer and her dress was riding up more and more. She took a bottle of jack from the freezer and grabbed me by the hand. We said good night to everyone and went to her room.
I entered her room first, she followed and closed the door as I pinned her to it. I grabbed her by the thighs and picked her off the ground as I kissed her on the lips. I felt the coolness of the bottle on my back as the heat of her lips hit me in the front. I slipped her dress up and for the first time got to feel the skin I had been waiting to touch all night. It was dark but I could feel the lace of her thong against her smooth skin. with her still pinned against the door I started to rub my thumb on the front of her thong. I felt nails dig into my skin as moans started to escape her.
"This one is a screamer" I thought to myself as I began to rub harder and harder. She started grinding up and down on the door when suddenly she said "stop"
I let her down off the door she looked at me, eyes wide, dress up to her belly button, and said
"We have to have a drink first"
She smiled at me as she unscrewed the cap to the bottle and grabbed two glasses off her shelf, snifters, I'm beginning to really like this girl.
She pours two drinks, dress still a mess and looks at me as I go to grab a glass from her. She sees me reach for the glass and pulls it away at the last second.
"You know, here I am half naked, it doesn't seem fair that I'm the only one."
I take the hint and quickly undo my jeans, stepping out of them So that I am in my briefs, which have quite the wet spot, and dress shirt.
"I mean this thong really doesn't hide anything, and those cover so much, it just still doesn't seem fair."
I get the hint. With a smile I slowly slide my briefs down, as I do my cock comes into view. It bobs up and down with drops of precum on the end. My red headed girl sees my the clear precum on my tip and takes a drink of whiskey. She bends at the waist and licks all the cum off of my cock. I can feel the coolness of the whiskey and the heat of her mouth on my tip as she looks up at me with her big green eyes.
"I always like a bit of cum with my whiskey." She says with a devilish smile.
"There's more where that came from." I reply back.
We sit on her bed with our drinks as we talk. My eyes locked on her thong, her eyes locked on my cock. My cock is now throbbing, moving with every heart beat, pouring out more precum. And everyone once in while she simply takes a finger, gets some cum on there and mixes it with her whiskey.
Soon we get to the to end of our drinks.
"Could you do me a favor? I'm getting hot, could you unzip me?"
She stands up with her back to me. I don't need to be asked twice as I unzip her dress. She wears no bra. My Red Headed Beauty is now in just a thong. She tries to turn and face me but I grab her. I pull her close as my cock slips between her legs. I grab her by waist and thrust with nothing separating us but a thin piece of cloth. I kiss her neck, I bit her shoulders, and I thrust. Making sure that my shaft rubbing right against her pussy. She starts to pull at her thong, she starts to beg me.
"Fuck me, please just fuck me." She cries over and over.
I stop thrusting and I rip her thong down, I take the head of my cock and rub it on her now bare clit. She's no longer speaking, she's just trying to keep air in her lungs. I grab her and throw her down on her bed. She spreads her legs wide open and rubs her inner thighs with her hands. I climb on top of her. I kiss her lips, I kiss her neck, I kiss her collar bone, I gently suck on her puffy nipples, I kissed her belly button, and the I lick her all the way from her asshole to her clit in one long lick. It picks her
off the bed and she sends out a long drawn out moan. I start to lick every inch of her pussy. I feel hands pulling my hair as I move up and gently, with just the tip of my tongue, lick her clit. A scream escapes her mouth. Soon I have a rhythm going and just as she starts dig her nails into me I drive two fingers into her wet pussy.
"Oh my god." She keeps saying over and over. As my fingers slam into her over and over. Her body is tightening up, her screams are getting louder and her breath is getting deeper.
And then it happens, like a wave hitting both of us she cums. She's bucking up and down, she's pulling my hair. And then there is silence. She's breathing hard. I look into her eyes as i put my arms around her.
"My name's Rebecca."
"I'm Jay."
The End.
Tough Lesson Learned
There is a curious balance between watched and watching. Between prey and predator. He sees the whole class, he watches her. She sees him; she watches her back and knows because of this she is being watched. But by whom she doesn't fully know.
It's a teacher, she knows. She feels the disapproving eyes on her as she moves from group to group, but they don't see all, they don't know. Or, if they do, there's nothing they can do. She never brings anything contraband to college, she never sells in this district. Oh, sure she's got some customers from this area, she's even sold to one or two teachers before. Those were awkward times, when she'd got a call from another part of the city, only to turn up to find the person behind the door was a teacher. Was her teacher. Those were the classes she got the best grades in now. She thought of it as lubricating her future. There was no way she was going to be stuck in this dump with these losers for the rest of her life. She was going to make a name for herself. Everyone would know Elsa.
Well, everyone already did. Everyone knew Elsa sold the best weed. Yes, you had to pay a little bit more for it, but it was clean and not cut with anything else to carry the weight. Elsa was someone you could trust. But still, there was this feeling she had, on the back of her neck. Someone knew, someone wasn't happy.
Daniel Jennings stood at the widow of his chemistry lab on the third floor. It gave him a perfect bird's-eye view of the events in the school ground below. It was here that he first noticed Elsa's bizarre behaviour. Though she was one of the stoners; the crowd who didn't do so well in class, but never made too much of a fuss so teachers just let them coast on the lower grades; she rarely spent a lot of her time with them. As Daniel stood there sorting through the latest mock-exam papers for the upcoming STUDIES exams, he watched as Elsa flitted from group to group in the grounds below. In his hand he clutched her paper; he'd marked it as a low 'B' grade. But she was a stoner. It was her hand-writing. Even without comparing it to her class work, he knew it was her handwriting because of the distinctive way she wrote the word 'oxygen'. The 'xyg' looped into each other in such a way that it made Daniel think of those adverts for hydrating drinks.
He was still convinced she'd cheated somehow.
True, her grades had been high all year. Also true that she'd shown real interest in class. But still, she was a stoner. They coasted. They didn't get top-ten grades in class. Something was amiss, he was sure of it. His eyes drifted over her again. Perhaps she was paying one of the science nerds in weed to do her homework for her, to feed her the answers. Perhaps she was cheating.
Daniel rolled the word around his head slowly. It wasn't often he thought this. He wanted to think the best of his pupils. But there was something up with her. He couldn't place it, but he knew it was something he didn't like. He was young for a teacher, not quite fresh out of University, but this was his second placement. The first, he'd lost that doe-eyed certainty that he was making a difference in the world in less than a term. Now he was just getting through each day. He was glad that he taught Chemistry. The ability to simply blow something up on a bad day and call it 'science' was very satisfying. His first school had been an inner-city one. The kids were rougher than this lot. A day where for one lesson he could be heard over the din of chaos was a good day. They didn't happen often.
This school was in the suburbs, true, but it wasn't the wealthy part of the city. It was the area bordering the slum part of the city, where prostitutes and drug dealers alike were selling their wares openly in daylight. Here, the prostitutes stayed home, the men came to them; the dealers went to your door instead of standing on the corner. It wasn't much better, but it was more discreet. No student of this college would achieve a glowing future; on the other hand, at least they weren't as doomed as those in the next district over.
Daniel sighed as he put the paper back in the pile. Far below, Elsa moved again from one group to the next, conversing with everyone, making sure she was on good terms with all.
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For once Elsa did the normal teenaged thing of hanging around on a street corner, looking like she was up to no good. She'd run out of produce a while back, and had just enough time to get to the bank before it shut to deposit most of the cash into an account for her future. However, her curfew wasn't until nine, and in the summer it was warm and light outside at that time. At home all she had waiting for her was her drug-addled parents and cold, bad food. Her friends had gone home for their tea a long time ago, and she didn't want to go to the cinema alone, especially not this late. It was a school-night besides.
Elsa had already done her homework, she'd only had the time between when she got back from college and when her dad got back from 'work' around 5 or 6 to do anything by herself. He would either want her to smoke with him, or he would be in a foul mood and demand to know how much she'd made for him. He wasn't her real dad, but he'd taken care of her since she was very little and her mum was constantly in a stupor. Keith had started out as her mother's dealer. Then he began to spend more and more time around. He often said as a joke that Elsa was so quiet, he'd lived with them for two months before he realised his new girlfriend had a daughter at all. Elsa remembered that time with a little haze. The guy her mum had kept around before Keith had been very touchy-feely with her, and she didn't like him. When Keith kicked him out one night for beating Elsa's already-unconscious mother half to death, Elsa was still frightened this new one would be like the last one.
Keith, however, was very different. He'd been kind and made sure she always had something to eat in the evenings. He even drove her to school when she missed the bus. He was like a real dad to her, except when he was in a rage. Keith worked the streets for the harder drugs. He had a weed plantation somewhere out in the sticks which kept him supplied, and he also peddled pills and rocks for the bigger drug dealers. But if his supply got cut due to a raid, or if a client died or went into rehab, he wasn't happy, and when he wasn't happy Elsa was the first to know. He never beat her, or touched her in anyway. He was just bitter and cruel to her. She was an easy target, she knew. So instead she became an absent target. She came home long after he'd smoked himself into a blissful state, and went straight to her room.
When she was thirteen he'd approached her one morning and asked her if she wanted to make some pocket money. He'd slipped twelve plastic bags of some green across the breakfast table, telling her each was worth ?10. "Enough for your little friends to get a little happy." She'd refused to sell them at college, but she said she'd ask around for afterwards. That's how she began. She'd go round each clique, they all knew who she was now. She kept up on the gossip, and got people's phone numbers and addresses to go drop the stuff off later. It was tough work without a car, some people lived out in the middle of nowhere, but it gave her enough to get by and never ask Keith or her mum for money. Keith, of course, expected a little kickback for the green he provided, but he was reasonable. He knew she was saving to get out of there, and he approved whole-heartedly.
So now Elsa was about half an hour's walk from her house. Her friends had abandoned her, the streets were getting darker and she scuffed her shoes along the outside of the curb, hands in her hoodie pockets and staring at the dimming sky. A couple c
ars had slowed to a crawl on the off chance she was stood there to sell something, but when she didn't approach the windows, they quickly pulled away.
She was startled to feel a hand yank her arm backward out of her pocket. Ready to fight or flee, she turned.
"Mr Jennings?" Her surprise made her forget her stance, one fist raised behind her head. His eyes flicked angrily from her fist back to her face. She lowered her arm. "You surprised me."
"What the hell do you think you're doing out here?" He was furious. He'd been watching her from his kitchen window as she stood on the corner. He didn't know whether he was more angry that she was in his neighbourhood, likely selling drugs or herself, or that he'd caught himself admiring her body.
"Sorry, Mr Jennings. I'm just killing time before curfew." She had the decency to lower her head and scuff her shoes again. His brow drew together. Doing this, she looked her age. Finally.
"Don't you know how dangerous it is for a girl your age to stand around? Come on, you can kill time inside my place and then I'll drive you home. When is your curfew?" He spun around and walked away, listening for her footsteps to begin tripping after him.
"It's 9pm, sir. I know it's dangerous, but I have nothing else to do."
"Didn't it occur to you to go home early?" As they walked into his house, he shut the door behind them, throwing the bolt across, making sure she saw him do it so she didn't think he was trapping her.
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