I slam my cock into her mouth one last time and hold it in her throat for a few seconds. A deep gagging, nearly choking sound escapes from her throat and her entire body shudders.
I hold her head in place for another couple of seconds before finally pulling my cock out her mouth, giving her a chance to breathe.
“You’re not talking any shit now, are you?” I say as she catches her breath in deep, gasping lurches. Once she recovers I yank back on her hair, pulling her head back, turning her face to the ceiling. “How pathetic am I now? Huh?”
“Not as pathetic,” she says. “But I’m still not impressed.”
I can’t help but laugh. The attitude she’s throwing around is absolutely perfect. I’m starting to love this chick.
“Well, let’s see if we can go about impressing you,” I say. “Turn around. Face the mirror.”
She does as she’s told. I release her arms from the jacket.
“Hands and knees,” I say.
She drops down. Her back is arched, ass sticking up in the air, shoulder blades visible against her back. Her legs are pressed together, still trapped by the shorts around her thighs.
I drop to my knees and sidle up to her. My legs are just outside hers and my cock is lying on top of her tight little ass. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and settle my cock in between them then press her cheeks back together, trapping my cock in the crack of her ass.
Holding her cheeks together with my hands, I dry-fuck the crack of her ass for a bit, my balls slapping against her pussy as I bounce back and forth against her.
After a few pumps I release her ass cheeks, freeing my cock, then guide it towards her pussy. Because of the shorts still trapping her legs together, it takes a bit of negotiating to get the angle right but once the tip is inside it slides right in.
She moans as my cock enters her. But she quickly cuts off the sound, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of knowing she’s enjoying it, which just turns me on even further. It’s like she can read my mind.
I start off slowly, giving her my whole cock in controlled thrusts, looking down at her ass, watching my cock as it moves in and out of her pussy. It’s glistening with her juices; her pussy is tight but she’s so wet it doesn’t matter at all.
I gradually begin to pick up steam, still giving her my entire cock with every pump but moving faster against her. It isn’t long before our bodies are slamming together, my hips bouncing off her ass at the bottom of every thrust, my balls slapping up against the underside of her belly as my cock bottoms out against her pussy.
Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth, biting down on her groans so as to stifle any sounds of enjoyment trying to escape her lips, pretending like I’m not affecting her at all. Seeing this, I begin to pummel her even more aggressively, using her hips for leverage, giving her everything I have. Her entire body moves a couple inches forward every time we come together.
I catch her gaze in the mirror. “Impressed yet?” I ask without slowing down one bit.
“Not so much,” she says between thrusts. She’s still not giving me the satisfaction of making any of the noises that normally come with a good fucking but I can see in her eyes that she’s not going to be able to hold out for long. Especially if I ramp things up even further.
I give her a good hearty slap on the ass. She flinches but holds her squeal inside. I smack it again. Another flinch but still no noise. So I slap it again. And again. And again until it’s bright red. Tears are running down her eyes but still she makes no sounds, neither of delight nor pain. She’s quite the trooper.
I relax for a moment, leaving my dick inside her but not moving for a few heartbeats. I need to recover. The little break allows her the same opportunity.
“Is that all you got?” she says after catching her breath. Her tone is sarcastic but the look on her face paints a different story. She’s enjoying herself immensely.
“No, I got more for you.”
“Then give it to me already,” she says. “I’m waiting to be impressed.”
Smiling fiercely, I go back to work, picking up right where I left off, pummeling her pussy without any build-up. I grab ahold of her hair and give it a yank, forcing her to arch her back and allowing me deeper inside her.
The mirror allows me to see her chest and neck, both of which are stretched tight to allow for the torque created by my hair-pulling. Her exposed neck awakens something in me, allowing me to reach yet another level of aggression.
I get off my knees and slide my feet under my legs. Crouching down so as to not allow my cock to slip out of her pussy, I take a couple steps forward until my legs are straddling her body, giving me far more leverage than ever before. Maintaining my grip on her hair I start hammering away at her like there’s no tomorrow, my legs working feverishly beneath me. Her body threatens to collapse every time I reach the bottom but somehow she maintains her position.
Within seconds she’s broken her silence with a vengeance. Her screams of pleasure are loud and guttural, animalistic to the extreme, betraying a nastiness from her only as of yet hinted at. It’s as if a damn had burst in her throat and now the built up vocal representations of pleasure from the entire night were pouring through unfettered.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams as I pummel her. “Give me that cock. Give it to me! Right there, right fucking there! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Yes! Yes! YES! Treat me like the little fucking whore I am!”
Her talking riles me up even further, bringing me right to the point of orgasm. I realize it’s a good thing she kept quiet for so long otherwise I never would have lasted this long.
I let go of her hair and slow down in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly but she doesn’t let up one bit, bouncing her ass back against my cock, doing all of the work. It feels too good to try and get her to stop.
“Oh god, oh god,” I say a short time later, my orgasm right around the corner. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”
She quickly pulls away from me, releasing my cock from her pussy, and spins around. Before I realize what’s happening she has taken my rock-hard cock in her mouth and is sucking me off like there’s no tomorrow.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I say, letting her know that my explosion is imminent. I’m expecting her to slip my cock from her mouth and jerk me off to completion, taking my sperm on her chest or maybe even her face, but instead she takes my cock all the way down her throat and holds it there, just like she had when I almost came earlier in the evening.
This is the final straw. My body tenses up and then releases in a shuddering burst, spraying my cum straight down her throat without any buffer while she stares up at me, holding my eyes with her own, her mouth engulfing my cock as I spasm a couple more times, sending another couple shots of cum down her throat.
She takes it in stride, swallowing my load down with ease, even milking my cock of every last vestige of sperm before finally releasing it from her mouth.
“Consider me impressed,” she says, looking up at me with a genuine smile on her lips. She grabs ahold of my shaft and sucks on the tip of my cock, making me shiver.
I try to squirm away but she doesn’t let me, keeping a firm grip on my cock and going to town on the tip, popping it in and out of her mouth rapidly.
“Okay, okay, enough,” I say, pulling away in earnest now.
She finally lets go of my cock. But then she gives it a smack. I flinch, let out a little yelp of pain. But I have to admit, it turned me on quite a bit.
“Just a little payback,” she says, her grin predatory.
“Fair enough,” I say, returning her grin. “Can I ask for you again sometime?”
“Whenever you want,” she says, pulling her shorts back up. “But I can’t promise I won’t be more feisty next time.”
“Can you promise that you will be?”
“That I can do,” she says as picks up her jacket and puts it back on.
I grab the money out of my wallet and hand it to her. “Then
I’ll make sure I ask for you again.”
“Sounds good.” She takes the money and head towards the door.
“What’s your name?” I ask as she opens the door to leave.
“Shayla,” she says without even looking back. She walks out of the room and closes the door behind her, leaving with the same attitude she showed up with.
I guess I didn’t break her after all.
Oh well, there’s always next time.
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