by Evan Harder
“I know that look,” Kristina said.
“I’m sure you do,” I said, walking towards her until I was standing right in front of her, less than a foot away.
“Go right ahead,” Kristina said. “Do your worst.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I plan to.” And with that, I grabbed a handful of her hair and gave it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face was looking up towards the ceiling.
Kristina moaned in excitement. Her eyes twinkled with pleasure. It was obvious she truly got off on being treated like this. It was no act.
“You like that, don’t you?” I said.
“I fucking love it,” she replied.
I pulled her blouse off, exposing her round, perky tits. I fondled one of them and pinched her nipple and she let out a sharp gasp. Then I gave it a hearty slap.
Kristina yelped and shivered in ecstasy.
She obviously enjoyed it, so did it again, harder this time.
Kristina let out a louder moan and her breath rate increased. Her tit was bright red but she was still enjoying herself as much as ever. So I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. Then I moved over to the other tit and gave it the same treatment.
By now my cock was pushing painfully against my pants. I was getting just as much out of this as Kristina was. But it was time to change things up.
Still gripping Kristina’s hair in my hand, I pulled up on it and her head snapped forward. She was taking deep breaths and a thin layers of sweat had broken out on her face but she was still smiling and her eyes were practically glowing with pleasure.
“How are you enjoying yourself so far?” I asked.
“You’re off to a good start,” Kristina replied, as feisty as ever. “But we’ll see where you go from here.”
“Indeed we will,” I said.
I started walking, roughly dragging Kristina along by the hair. She stumbled along behind me until we arrived at the far wall, then I spun her around and pushed her back up against it. She was standing directly in front of me when I released her hair and immediately grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, not very tightly at all.
Kristina’s smile didn’t fade one bit. If anything it grew in size. Time to try and wipe it off her face.
With my hand still around her throat, I slapped her in the cheek with an open palm. The sound echoed off the walls and filled the room.
Little red blossoms flared up on Kristina’s cheek. But she still smiled.
So I slapped her again. I squeezed her throat a little harder, then slapped her one more time.
The color started to drain from Kristina’s face as the air and blood flow became more and more restricted. Her smile was fading but her eyes were still radiating pleasure.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked.
Kristina nodded her head vigorously.
Grinning, I slapped her again. Then again. And a couple more times after that. I was squeezing tighter now, almost totally cutting of the air flow to her brain.
Her lips were quivering slightly and her eyes started to flutter. A few seconds later her pupils rolled back, exposing the whites of her eyes and her lips began to take on a slightly blue tint.
But it wasn’t until her head lolled slightly to the right that I let go of her throat.
The color ran back into her face and she gasped for breath. Her smile was back in full effect. Only this time it was filled with excitement.
“That was incredible,” she said.
“You’re one nasty little fuckslut, aren’t you?” I said, shaking my head in wonderment.
“You’re damn right I am,” Kristina said, reaching down to rub my cock, which was rock-hard and threatening to poke a hole in my pants.
As good as it felt to have her touching my cock, I grabbed her arm and pulled it away. “Not yet,” I said. “I’ll take care of myself in a little while. But for now I’m going to mess with you a little while longer.”
“If you insist,” she said.
Without saying anything further, I pulled off my belt and gripped it in my right hand. As Kristina smiled knowingly at me, I spun her around so she was facing the wall, then grabbed one of her arms and yanked it behind her back. I did the same to her other arm, crossing her wrists over one another.
Holding her arms together with my left hand, I wrapped my belt around her wrists until they were bound tight, then tied it off using the buckle, handcuffing her arms behind her back.
Now that Kristina’s arms were incapacitated, I reached down around and pulled her skirt down until the waist was around her thighs. Now that her ass was freed up, I stopped pulling the skirt down, trapping her legs too, basically leaving her helpless.
“This is a nice little twist,” Kristina said. “I didn’t know you had this level of imagination.”
“There’s quite a bit about me that you don’t know,” I said.
“Apparently there is,” she replied.
I loved how she kept up the banter, even with all that was going on. It made things more comfortable and therefore more fun. It was just one of the many reasons why I called her when I was in the mood for this sort of thing.
Once our little conversation was over, I pressed my hips up against her, my cock—which was still trapped in my pants—pushing against her amazingly tight ass.
I ran my hand around her hips and rubbed my fingers against her pussy for a few seconds before slipping them inside her snatch. She was soaking wet down there and they slid in without a hint of resistance.
“You really like getting smacked around like that, don’t you?” I said. “You’re wet as hell.”
“I told you before I fucking love it,” Kristina said.
“You certainly do,” I said, hammering my fingers up into her with as much force as I could muster to help slam the point home.
Kristina let out a little yelp.
“Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I?” I asked.
“A little bit,” she admitted.
“Apparently I’m not quite as predictable as you’d thought.”
“Apparently not.”
My cock was harder than ever, but unfortunately still in my pants. I was tempted to yank it out but I know I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from sticking it in her. And once that happened I’d be that much closer to cumming, which I was trying to hold out on for as long as possible.
To help take my mind off my cock, I slid a third finger inside Kristina’s pussy. She tried to bite down on her gasp of pleasure but wasn’t quick enough. It was good to know that she was still enjoying herself.
Moving my hand quickly in and out of Kristina’s pussy, I finger-fucked her with more than a hint of aggression while she moaned and squirmed beneath me.
Every sound Kristina made inspired me to bang her with more force, which meant pretty soon I was hammering my fingers inside her with everything I had. And then, once she started to get comfortable with three of fingers inside her, I forced my pinky in there too, making it four fingers total.
Kristina reacted to this with a low, guttural moan and a series of high-pitched yelps.
“Shut your mouth,” I said, mostly just to see if I could catch her off guard. “I don’t want to hear you make a sound.”
When she continued moaning, I covered her mouth with my free hand while continuing to slam all four of my fingers into her pussy.
A short time later, I switched it up again, this time releasing her mouth and gripping her around the throat. Feeling power at Kristina’s helplessness, I squeezed tighter, choking her while still banging away with fingers just as intensely as before.
Unable get any air into her lungs, Kristina quickly started to fade. Her face was losing color and her legs were starting to weaken. But despite her body reacting to the lack of oxygen, her pussy was wetter than ever.
I released her throat a few seconds later. Her chest heaved as her body once again drew air. Her face regained its color and her eyes reopened, wider and filled w
ith more excitement than ever.
Kristina’s brush with unconsciousness appeared to have heightened her sensitivity, as an orgasm washed over her almost immediately. And then, right after it passed, she tried desperately to squirm out of my grip, shifting her lower body in an attempt to pull away my fingers out of her pussy.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I said, shifting my body along with hers. It was easy controlling her due to the constraints on her legs and arms. “There’s no trying to get away from me.”
But she didn’t stop, twisting her body some more in an attempt to escape.
“Come on,” I said, laughing at her hopeless plight. “I thought you said you could handle anything.”
Kristina didn’t answer but she continued trying to force my fingers out of her pussy. But all she managed to do was turn herself around, putting her ass against the wall, which didn’t help her at all. In fact, it made things worse for her, as it gave me even more leverage to work with. I easily kept my fingers planted firmly inside her pussy, and even managed to continue banging her as she tried to squirm free.
Kristina dropped her butt down onto the carpet, but I was prepared for that maneuver too, and dropped down right alongside her.
“I told you to stop trying to get away,” I said. “Now I’m going to make you pay for not listening to me.” I then started finger-fucking her even more aggressively to punish her for trying to escape.
Tears were pouring down Kristina’s face but her eyes painted a different picture. They were wide open and filled with ecstasy.
“Please stop,” she says between deep breaths. “Please. I need . . . a break. Please!” Although the words said one thing, her tone said another. It was filled with pleasure, not pain.
“I thought you said you could handle whatever I could dish out,” I said, still not quitting even though my forearm was starting to burn.
“Not this,” Kristina said, practically hyperventilating now. I was amazed she could still form words. “Not this. It feels . . . too . . . too good.”
“Too good? You want me to stop because it feels too good?”
“Yes!” she cried, her body shimmying as another orgasm ran through her system.
“You know how crazy that sounds, right?” I asked, still hammering away at her pussy with my fingers.
“Yes!” she screamed. “But it has to stop. Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!”
I considered her offer for a moment, but ultimately said, “Nah. Sorry. I’m enjoying myself too much right now.”
Kristina’s eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a low guttural moan.
Laughing out loud, totally getting off on the power I had over Kristina, I banged away at her pussy with all of my fingers for another full minute before finally yanking my fingers out of her snatch.
“Holy fucking shit,” Kristina said as she caught her breath. “I never would have guessed that pure pleasure could be so intense.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of strange huh,” I said. “You can handle all sorts of pain but you don’t have that high of a pleasure tolerance. I think that says something about you.”
“You think?” she said sarcastically.
Smiling at her little quip, I said, “It’s good to see you can recover quickly though. It only took you three seconds to get your attitude back.”
“Hell, I’m just surprised you were able to make it go away for that long.”
“Tell me about it,” I said. “Well, back to the fun, eh?”
“Let’s do it,” Kristina said.
And just like that, we were back in filth mode. I pushed down on her shoulders and she knelt to the ground without any resistance whatsoever. I shifted my hands to her head and grabbed ahold of her hair, using it to hold her head against the wall.
“Open your mouth,” I said.
Kristina obliged, opening it wide. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked up at me.
I jammed my cock into her mouth and immediately started hammering her with it, giving her the entire thing in long, fast strokes.
After the third or fourth pump, Kristina’s lips closed around my cock. I immediately pulled it out. Then I gave her a smack on the cheek.
“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” I asked.
“No,” Kristina said.
“That’s right,” I said. “I didn’t. This time keep it open. No matter what. Understand?”
Kristina nodded but she didn’t look happy about it. But I knew that she really was. She was just playing the part.
Once that was settled, I stuck my cock back inside her mouth and started pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds and loads of saliva escaped from her throat as I pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of my cock I gave her. Which meant it was time to take things further.
“Stick your tongue out,” I said.
Kristina did as she was told; I could feel her tongue touching my balls as I fucked her face. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears were dripping down her cheek, making her mascara run, which was sexy as shit. But there was no hint of distress in her eyes, which was something I wanted to change.
I continued giving her my entire cock, from tip to base, relentlessly pounding it in and out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with my hands.
The gagging was growing louder with every passing second but I didn’t let up, jamming my cock into her throat until her nose was poking into my stomach before pulling it almost all the way out, only to give it to her again before she could catch her breath.
This went on for more than thirty seconds before I decided to mix things up. I slammed my cock into her throat one last time and held it there, my cock all the way down her throat.
“Look at me,” I said as she struggled to deepthroat me.
Kristina shifted her gaze upward as best she could while keeping my cock in her throat, looking up at me with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes. But still she wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort or distress. So I kept my cock all the way down her throat, holding her head in place with my hands, not letting her move.
Ten seconds into it, Kristina coughed. Three seconds later she gagged and tried to pull away.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said, not letting up one bit.
I knew Kristina wasn’t in any danger. She still had way too much energy to burn. But her body didn’t agree, and she struggled some more, trying desperately to get some air into her lungs. But still I held her head in place and my cock deep in her throat.
After a few more seconds, she gagged again, followed by a deep, resonant cough that I could feel all the way down to my balls.
Kristina was panicking now, her head shaking from side to side and her muscles straining, but because of her bonds she didn’t have enough leverage to escape the situation.
It wasn’t until Kristina’s protestations become weaker that I finally eased up on the pressure and let go of her hair.
Her head immediately snapped back and she gasped for breath, her chest heaving. Saliva was dripping down her face, covering her tits, pooling on the carpet. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, making a mess of her makeup. She coughed and hacked and let her head hang down, her body slumped over, exhausted from the exertion.
Before Kristina could fully recover, I stood up and led her over to the couch by her hair. She had to crawl quickly on her hands and knees to avoid falling over. Once there, I reached down and picked her up. She let out a little whoop of surprise as I spun her until she was upside-down on the couch with her feet draped over the back. Her head was hanging upside-down, just off the cushions, the top of her head almost touching the floor.
“Something new, huh?” Kristina said, her voice more raw and less composed than before. It was good to know that I was getting to her, at least a little.
“Sort of,” I replied. “A new position but the same old thing, at least for a couple more minutes.�
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“Bring it on,” she said.
“Oh, I intend to,” I said as I dropped to my knees and sidled up to her and stuck my cock in her open mouth once again. With my hands on her tits for leverage, I proceeded to fuck her face, giving her my entire cock right from the beginning, slamming it into her mouth, my balls slapping up against her forehead at the end of every thrust.
Kristina was making loud gagging sounds beneath me but wasn’t struggling to get away. In fact, she reached her hands around my waist and was pulling me towards her with every thrust.
“That’s right,” I said. “Take that cock. Take the whole fucking thing in your mouth.”
I slid one of my hands down her stomach and slipped three fingers into her pussy and started banging away while continuing to fuck her face. Kristina’s legs quivered and the sloppy, moaning sounds coming from her mouth got more intense.
I continued pumping her mouth, moving in and out at a regular, consistent pace, not too quick, not too slow, but giving her my entire cock every time.
The upside-down face-fucking caused Kristina to produce buckets of saliva. It dripped down her face, got into her nose, covered her forehead, lodged in her hair. And my cock was a wet, sloppy, disgustingly awesome mess.
After slamming my cock into her one last time, I pulled my hips back, extracting my cock from her mouth. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and stood up.
I reached out grabbed her ankles, one in each hand, and lifted them up, pulling her upper body further up on the couch until the back of her head was lying on the seat cushion instead of hanging off.
I quickly turned around so I was facing the same direction as she was, then dropped onto the couch, one knee on each side of her head. I was straddling Kristina’s face, my ballsack hovering directly above her mouth. Her head was framed by my legs.
“Open up,” I said.
Kristina opened her mouth.
“Wider,” I said.
Smiling, she did as she’d been instructed.
“That’s better,” I said as I proceeded to drop my balls into her mouth. “Now suck on them.”
A moan of pleasure escaped from my throat as Kristina went to work on my balls. I pressed my cock down against her face, rubbing it on her cheeks, rolling it over her nose, transferring the saliva from my cock onto her face, leaving it a glistening, sloppy mess.