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HOT as F*CK

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by Scott Hildreth


  Fuck yeah.

  This is the good shit.

  This not being my first time at doing this, I knew for the most part what to expect. All people are different, and each one will react differently to the same situations. I did know the small slit would allow her to take in enough oxygen to survive, but her attempts to breathe with an elevated heart rate while I fucked her senseless wouldn’t be easy. Probably similar to running a full out one-hundred-yard race with your mouth covered and one nostril plugged, she’d be convinced each breath would be her last. In the end, she’d realize she was far more resilient than she originally thought.

  As I stood and unbuckled my belt, I felt my cock rapidly rising against the fabric of my jeans. Prior to seeing combat, the mere mention of sex made me hard as a rock. After the war, the thought of simply having sex no longer made my cock hard; regardless of whom my potential partner may be. As past-war fate would have it, the notion of tying someone to a bed and fucking them into a whimpering pile of flesh excited me greatly. Additionally, the thought of a blowjob no longer aroused me. However, grabbing a woman’s skull firmly in my hands and face fucking her until the eyeliner ran down her cheeks provided me tremendous satisfaction.

  I suppose in the eyes of many, I had become a casualty of war. I, on the other hand, looked at it as a blessing. I no longer had the luxury of even being able to muster a stiffy if the anticipated sex was going to be mundane or simple. For me it was a gift; God’s way of weeding out the few who may be unwilling; or women who were satisfied by simplistic sex. If there was a drawback, it was that I was always seeking someone who was able to withstand my sexual punishment. My definition of rough sex as compared to the opinion of the women I had fucked was in clear contrast.

  As a result of my past problems with women and their inevitable gasps of, oh my God, you’re an animal, I made it a point to explain in great detail what it was I expected, wished for, and intended to do; sexually speaking. If someone wasn’t willing, neither was I. If women weren’t absolutely eager to attempt to out-fuck me, I never felt it was my job to convince them to do so. A person needed not only to be willing, but eager. Somewhere in the mix, I always made it clear early on that I wasn’t into kissing. Kissing, as far as I was concerned, was the definition of intimacy, and intimate I was not. At least not to the women I was fucking.

  Lastly, I made it crystal fucking clear there was no possibility of a future relationship. I didn’t doubt my ability to be faithful to a woman; in fact I knew I was more than able to do so. However, I was quite uncertain of my capacity to be faithful to a typical woman. At some point in time, boredom would surely set in. For me, adventurous sex was a must; and nothing was more satisfying - long term - than the thought of wild sex with countless willing women.

  “If you keep breathing like that, you’re going to pass the fuck out,” I said as I reached down and grabbed her bound wrists in my hand.

  As I lifted her to her feet by her wrists, she struggled and groaned against the unforgiving food storage wrap which encompassed her head. When she finally stood on her own, I grasped the inside of her hip on the right with my fingers, and placed my left hand against her upper back. As I pushed my lips against the plastic which covered her ear, my warm breath condensed to moisture on the surface.

  “Settle the fuck down, you need to pace yourself. Just like we talked,” I whispered into her ear as I kicked my jeans to the side and bent her over the bed.

  Using my right foot, I swept her feet outward, forcing her to take a wider stance. I was tall at 6’-2”, but Sloan’s legs were much longer than mine. Standing, her pussy was naturally even with my belly button. Lowering it down to a place where I could pound it into a swollen mound of flesh was crucial to the success of this little romp.

  While she grunted and whimpered, I guided my cock between her upper thighs. As I felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy encompass the head of my cock, I shoved her full of every inch of my throbbing shaft. It wasn’t my intention to simply fuck her and fuck her hard; I wanted her to feel as if she was going to die from what I was doing to her. I pressed my hand against her back of her plastic wrap covered skull and pushed her face into the comforter as I began to work myself in and out of her pussy without so much as an ounce of mercy.

  I watched my cock disappear in and out of her glistening mound repeatedly. The sound of flesh on flesh motivated me to continue until my breathing was labored and I felt weak. Considering my physical conditioning, this was quite an accomplishment. Although I hadn’t checked the time, I suspected I had pounded away at her doggy style for no less than fifteen minutes; and not one second of it was slow or sensual. I beat my throbbing cock in and out of her as if my life depended on it. As I finally became conscious of what I was doing, I pushed my cock deep into her and held my hips against her ass cheeks. She arched her back and moaned as I felt myself bottom out.

  “You young little bitch. You really thought you could keep up with me? I warned you. Ten inches of cock real slow is one thing. Getting your shit beaten to a pulp is another. Now I’m going to fuck you into a coma,” I grunted as I held my cock deep inside of her.

  I pressed my hand against the back of her head and shoved it deep into the bedding. Again, I pounded my cock inside of her as fast and I was able. My balls steadily slapping against her clit with each stroke began to become hypnotic. A low groan as I tilted my head back and studied the ceiling was confirmation of my deep feeling of satisfaction.

  As I continued to force my cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy, I released her head from my grasp and gripped the twelve inches or so of hair draped from underneath the plastic which covered her entire head. As I pounded my swollen shaft in and out of her, the sound of my hips slapping against her ass echoed throughout the sparsely furnished room. I pulled against her hair, forcing her to arch her back and lift her head to an elevation where I could see her face.

  She arched her back to relieve the pain, moving her head toward my hand. In response, I pulled her hair downward, forcing her head to the side. As she turned her face upward, I could see the plastic stretched over her mouth was covered in moisture from what were certainly her continued efforts to breathe enough to survive. My continuous pounding of my cock deep into her soaking wet pussy wasn’t helping her situation at all. As I stared down at her face, I wished I could clearly see her eyes as I fucked her mercilessly.

  “Kind of tough breathing through that little hole, isn’t it? My guess is when we’re done, you’ll decide you don’t want to do this again. But that little twat of yours sure loves it. I just love filling you with this big fucking cock.” I looked down as I pulled my hips back, watching my entire length slide from inside of her.

  I slowly thrust my swollen cock inside of her until my balls were against her clit, held it for a moment, and then began pounding away furiously. “And God damn your pussy is fucking tight. Too bad your face is covered in plastic.”

  Her muffled moans provided the fuel for me to continue.

  “I’m really diggin’ the thought of covering your pretty little mug in cum,” I growled as I gazed down at her face.

  I shifted my gaze to the cheeks of her well rounded ass and watched my thick cock continue to disappear in and out of her swollen pussy. Although her mind might have been telling her she wasn’t enjoying this torturous event, her pussy was conveying an entirely different story. As her juices dripped from my tightening ball sack, I released her hair and slapped the right side of her ass with all my might. I smiled at the red hand shaped welt as it began to rise on her pale skin.

  “Fuck yes. That fat little ass of yours loves being slapped,” I howled as I raised my hand in the air.

  As her knees bent in anticipation, I slapped the side of her ass and shoved my throbbing cock as deep as I could into her pussy. As my balls pressed against her swollen clit, I moved my stinging hand toward her head and grasped her hair in my fingers.

  “Something about pulling this black hair of yours keeps my cock s
tiff. Maybe it’s that you can’t do a God damned thing about it because your fucking hands are bound,” I said as I pulled her hair tight, causing her to arch her back again.

  She lifted her chest from the bed, and her monstrous dangling tits reminded me of the fun I previously had while titty fucking her. Slowly, I pulled my cock from her pussy and tugged against her hair. As she twisted her body to the right, I gave my verbal command.

  “Roll onto your back. I’m going to titty fuck you while I watch you try to breathe,” I groaned.

  I pressed my right hand into her left shoulder and forced her to lie on her back. After realizing she was half on the bed and half off, I slid my hands under her armpits and shoved her body onto the bed. Seeing her otherwise very attractive face covered in Saran Wrap was both satisfying and sickening at the same time. As I climbed on top of her torso, I positioned my cock between her tits. Grasping her nipples in my hands roughly, I shoved her tits together, squeezing my cock between them. As I slowly began to fuck her mounds of flesh, I lowered my head and spit between them and onto the shaft of my cock.

  “Nothing like a little natural lube,” I said as I began to forcefully fuck her chest.

  Watching my cock work back and forth between her massive tits was a huge turn on. By itself, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Combined with the fact I was able to watch her gasp for breath as I did so made everything much more enjoyable. As the plastic wrap flexed back and forth with each breath she struggled to take, I alternated glances from her face to her tits.

  As I felt my cock begin to swell, I knew I’d reached my limit.

  Covering her tits in cum didn’t seem so appealing, considering all of my options. As I felt myself coming close to climax, I lifted my weight from her chest and thrust my index finger through the small slit in the mouth of her plastic binding. As I tore the hole larger, immediately she gasped for air as if she had just rose from the bottom of the ocean.

  “Oh my God…” she gasped through the opening I provided.

  “Not so quick,” I said as I climbed atop her face.

  I gripped the sides of her head with my knees and lower thighs. As I shoved my cock into the hole I had made, I began to fuck her throat. I made certain her feeble attempts to wiggle free of my breath depriving cock, certainly in an effort to get one more taste of the sweet air, were unsuccessful. As I held my cock deep in her throat, the thought of her blacking out from my cock down her throat fueled me to press even harder.

  “Hold still, you big bitch, I need to cum down that throat of yours,” I growled.

  As the head of my cock pressed against the inside of her throat, she tossed her long legs across the top of the comforter. I gripped her head in my thighs and watched my cock slide in and out of her plastic covered mouth. The unmistakable outline of her eyes began to become clear through the plastic as I felt myself begin once again to reach climax.

  “Open wide,” I said as I held my cock deep in her throat.

  As I felt my throbbing shaft pump warm cum down her wet throat, I held myself firm in her mouth. Completely satisfied I had relieved myself of every last droplet of cum, I slowly lifted my weight - and cock - from her face.

  Immediately, she began to gasp and cry through cum and slobber covered hole. I watched with tremendous satisfaction as she attempted to catch her breath and collect her thoughts.

  “Holy…” she gasped as she rolled from side-to-side.

  “Freaking…shit…”

  “I almost…”

  “Died…”

  “Untie me…” she blubbered.

  I blinked my eyes and looked down at my semi-rigid cock. “You were far from dying. Did you see how hard my fucking cock got? God damn that was hot.”

  “Untie me,” she whimpered through the torn plastic.

  I rolled to the edge of the bed and toppled over the end. As I stood on the floor stark naked, I gazed for a short second at her plastic wrapped head and bare body. In realizing the sexual event was over, I began to feel much more compassionate about her requests for being free from her plastic prison.

  “I’ll be right back, I need to get some scissors. It’ll be safer than a knife,” I said over my shoulder as I double timed it toward the kitchen.

  I grabbed the scissors and ran back into the bedroom. As I stepped to the end of the bed, I reminded her of what we had spoken of earlier. “Lay still and I’ll cut this shit off. If you thrash around, you’ll end up cut and I don’t want that, okay?”

  “Hurry,” she said.

  I slid the scissors underneath the plastic, against the back of her head, and lifted them slowly. Without much effort, the bottom blade sliced through the material, freeing her from the translucent confinement. I tossed the scissors aside and carefully pulled the multiple layers away.

  “Okay, that was freaking scary,” she gasped as I pulled the material away from her face.

  I relaxed beside her and shrugged my shoulders. “If it wasn’t it wouldn’t had been such a turn on.”

  She rolled over on the bed and propped the side of her face against her palm. “It might have been a turn on for you, but for me it wasn’t. That shit scared me. I can’t believe I wanted to try it.”

  I narrowed my gaze and studied her pale face. It seemed much whiter than before we started. “Your pussy was dripping wet. It might have scared you, but your subconscious mind loved every minute of it.”

  I leaned over and hugged her, holding her until she pushed me away. As she pressed her palms against my shoulders, I gazed into her eyes.

  “I love it when you screw me Toad. You were screwing me, so I loved it. That whole…” She paused and tossed her hand toward the pile of Saran Wrap.

  She shook her head. “The uhhm…covering my mouth thing…that was just freaking scary.”

  “Well, we can add it to the list of shit not to do in the future,” I said.

  She rolled her eyes and lifted her head from her hand. “That’s for sure. Now that I tried it for you, can we like date? Like be official?”

  I sat up on the bed and stared at her as if she had just slapped me. “Say again?’

  She grinned from ear-to-ear. “You know, be official? Like exclusive?”

  I stared at her as if she was out of her mind. “Because you did this for me, you think we should be exclusive?”

  “Uh huh,” she said with a nod.

  I turned my head, rolled my eyes, and stood up. I guess I should have known, regardless of the size of her tits and the fat ass she was packing, she was no different than any of the others. Facing away from her, I pulled on my jeans and buckled my belt. Still having a difficult time believing she could be that forgetful over what we had discussed, I glanced over my shoulder in her direction.

  I raised one eyebrow in true disbelief. “You’re fucking serious?”

  She nodded her head eagerly.

  I shook my head as I scanned the floor for my boots. “What part of I won’t be in a relationship didn’t you understand? I didn’t say I might. Or I’d consider it. Or if you do something for me you may convince me, did I? Fuck no, I didn’t. I said, and I quote, there is no chance we will ever be in a relationship. None. To which you responded, that’s okay. I asked if you were sure. You said yes.”

  “I didn’t mean to make you mad,” she whined.

  I shifted my gaze from the floor to where she sat, still naked on the bed. “You didn’t. I’m not mad, I’m just done. Get dressed, I’m taking you home.”

  She scrunched her brow and stared. “What do you mean, done?”

  “The done kind of done. You know, finished? Like over? The I’m taking your ridiculous ass home kind of done. Get dressed,” I snapped.

  “Toad, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” she blubbered.

  “Sloan look, the last thing I need is some crazy bitch thinking I’m hers. If you’re hoping we’re going to be exclusive after the speech I gave you a few weeks ago, you’re already half way there. I’ll save you some confusion and me a hell of a lot o
f headaches. I’m done fucking you. And just so we’re crystal fucking clear, I’m done fucking you forever. Get dressed,” I said as I bent over and picked up my boots.

  “Oh my God, like forever?” she screeched as she slid her legs over the edge of the bed.

  “Roger that. Forever. The forever kind.” I nodded my head as I laced up my boots.

  “Oh my God Toad, I didn’t mean it. I was just kidding,” she sniffled.

  “Well, I’m not. Get dressed,” I said as I leaned over and picked up my knife.

  While she cried and complained, she slowly found her clothes and got dressed. Disappointed somewhat at the fact I would no longer be able to explore my sexual desires with Sloan, I found a little humor in knowing more than likely one of the other Sinners would.

  I realized through my mental therapy at the Veteran’s Administration that a man’s feelings become real only when shared. It would stand to reason sharing my sexual escapades with the fellas would make my feelings of satisfaction from fucking her for the last three weeks even more profound.

  After hearing details of all of my sexual adventures with Sloan, one of the fellas would surely want to give her a try. Which one it might be would be anyone’s guess. Most of the men should be a little more forgiving than I was, and she may even find one who’d put up with her juvenile behavior.

  As I held the front door for her, she sniveled and walked past. My patience for her behaving like a sixteen-year-old high school girl was wearing thin. After standing on the porch and watching her blubber as she stumbled toward the bike, I guess what little sympathy I had for her must have vanished.

 

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