by Sanya Sitter
Eyes shut, I fought hard to keep his dick down my throat, using every ounce of willpower to fight the urge to gag. My throat swallowed reflexively, slurping down a mess of precum and my own saliva.
His legs began to quake. He was pulling on my hair, right on the edge of climax. The massive load in his balls was building pressure, ready to erupt at any moment.
Then I pushed off against his thighs and his dick began to emerge from my mouth, pulsing and twitching, right on the verge.
I kept pushing until I was all the way off it and gasped for air.
“I can’t,” I said between heavy breaths, “I can’t let you cum yet.” His dick drizzled with bubbly spit—Mr. Wilson was left in a state of purgatory, between utter bliss and blue balls.
He was perplexed. Dumbfounded. Why the fuck did I stop? He was so fucking close.
“Not unless you cum inside my pussy.”
The words rang in his ears.
If I’m going not lose my virginity, it had better be the right way. No way I’m going to just let him get his rocks off and leave my hanging. I need my fill, too.
“But—what if…” His eyes told me of his internal predicament. The potential consequences of such a thing cycled through his mind. He was so desperate to get off, he must have considered it a thousand times in that moment.
I gave his cock another playful lick and giggled. “It’s okay Mr. Wilson, really. I want you to…”
I teased the head some more and watched him squirm in place. Thick droplets of precum dribbled to the carpet. His cock twitched and pulsed—he was on the precipice. But I won’t let him cum. Not yet.
“We—we can’t do that,” he said. The words came out forced, like he was under some kind of duress or torture.
My smile turned to a pout. I won’t lie—I was getting pretty irritated by then. Was this guy actually trying to turn me down?
“What’s the matter? You don’t want me?”
“Melissa… it’s not that.” Real tears were pouring out now. I was a total hot mess. “You’re a sweet girl. It’s just—it’s too risky.”
Seriously? It he really that worried about getting me knocked up?
“Look, I have to go.” He reached for the pants around his ankles. I grasped at him as he made for the door.
“Please, no! You can’t leave now!”
I clung to him, pleading for him to stay. His dick was so hard then he couldn’t even buckle his jeans. But he just kept walking. Then he was out the door and I was left sobbing on my carpet. Alone again and utterly humiliated.
The nerve of that asshole to deny me after what I did for him. Doesn’t he realize I’m the best pussy he’ll ever get?
Did he really think I would let him off so easy?
******
It’s dark out when I break into Mr. Wilson’s house looking for something to steal.
It’s only fair that I should get to take something that belongs to him. After all, he took my panties without asking.
I tug on my bottom lip, contemplating in the darkness of his kitchen, cold linoleum on my bare feet. I was even nice enough to take off my shoes before coming inside—after I broke a window to get in.
Hmmm, what to take, what to take…
Then I see it. It’s almost like they're calling out to me, glimmering white in the black and grey. The keys to his BMW are just sitting there in a tiny wooden bowl on the counter. It’s almost too easy.
It’s a certain satisfaction holding them in my hand, feeling the little crevices of the cool metal between my fingers. Like I’m in control.
It’s exhilarating.
Maybe this is what Mr. Wilson felt when he took my favorite pair of underwear.
Oh, shit! I think he heard me. He’s coming.
My heart jumps, startled by Mr. Wilson’s tabby cat brushing my leg. Phew. It’s obvious Freckles is fed way too much. Mr. Wilson has no idea how to take care of a cat. That’s going to change though, once we’re together.
A devilish smile spreads across my face. I probably ought to be feeling some sort of guilt taking his car. Some remorse, or something.
But instead all I can think about is what it’s going to be like to finally have Mr. Wilson’s hard cock up inside me.
******
It’s raining the next morning when I wake up to an incessant doorbell.
“Where the fuck are they?” Mr. Wilson says, standing in my doorway, looking pissed as hell.
“Where’s what?” I say, rubbing a bit of sleep from my eyelids, yawning in my undies and a nightshirt.
“Don’t fuck with me, Melissa. I have to get to work.” He holds up a soaked pink and white tennis shoe. “I know it was you.”
Shit. I was in such a hurry to leave last night I forgot my fucking shoes on his porch. How the fuck did I not notice?
“Okay, so it was me. So what?”
“So I’m calling the police.” His phone is already out. “I’m dialing.”
“Good, then I can tell them all about how you came into my home and stole underwear from my drawer.” He stops dialing.
He shoots me a cold, furious stare.
“Fine. You win.” He puts the phone away. “Let’s handle this like adults. Just give them back and—“
“Oh, so we’re adults now?” I can’t help smirking when I say it. “Because last time you were telling me how I was too young.” He’s looking away from me, refusing to make eye contact. “You know, when you had your cock down my throat?”
“Like I said, you win.” Clenched fists are shaking at his sides, white knuckled with building rage.
“Want to come in and talk about it?” He nods like every muscle in his neck is resisting.
I think I caught his eye twitch. Is he really that upset? He must have really underestimated me.
“Don’t be so serious!” I make a playful swipe at his shoulder, laughing. “Come on, I’ll show you where I hid them.
“You’re lucky my mom isn’t home,” I tell him as we’re walking up the stairs to my bedroom.
******
He’s just standing there for a while, not saying anything while I twist the spherical knob off one of my bedposts.
Underneath was a compartment where I’d hid Mr. Wilson’s keys, among other things. Like mom’s jewelry and my ex-boyfriend’s phone.
My finger hooks the small loop, the small brass key of his BMW dangles as I move toward him. My red manicured toes sink deep into the plush carpet with each step like a cat’s paws stalking its prey.
Mr. Wilson huffs, turns away with his arms crossed, holding a hand out.
I lift my shirt off while his head is turned.
“You want these?” I hold them out in front and let them drop. He turns at the barely audible sound of metal clanging against the floor. He rolls his eyes when he sees my bare tits, acting disinterested.
“Why don’t you give them a little suck first?”
He glances down at his watch “I don’t have time for this dammit! I’m fucking late.”
“Come on,” I say, getting in close enough that my perky tits are pressed against his chest. My hands work at the buttons of his ironed dress shirt, “You have to play the game if you want to win the prize.”
When the last button is undone, I run my hands over the ripples of his solid chest, peeling off the shirt when I get to his broad shoulders.
My fingers run through the back of his hair, “Don’t you want to know what they taste like?” I cup one breast and guide it up to his pursed lips. Then they begin to part in a reluctant sneer.
“Mmm,” My head tilts back when I feel the hot wetness of his tongue circling the areola. My knees rub together and my panties feel wet.
“I’ve been a very naughty girl, Mr. Wilson.” His tongue flicks the nipple and my eyelids droop. His sucking intensifies. Is he finally starting to let go? Is he enjoying this?
“There’s something else I need to confess to you,” He’s moved to the other breast now. The sounds of passionate suck
ing fill the silence of my pause. I’m not sure how he’s going to react when I tell him.
“I slashed your tires.” He stops sucking. “In case you were unwilling to cooperate.”
“What the fuck?” He’s squeezing my arms. His eyes are brimming with rage. “Who the fuck do you think you are? I had a meeting with an important client this morning!” He’s shaking me, saying, “You’re fucking with my life!”
“So give me what I want,” I say. His face is blood red. Fire in his eyes. He grabs my ass from behind, spins me around, forces me to bend over the bed with my stomach flat.
“Is this what you want?” He says. I cry out when an open palm lands square against my ass. The smacking sound of skin against skin reverberates in my small bedroom. “You want to be treated like a filthy whore?” His hand comes down again, twice as hard this time. “A dirty little slut?”
The next blow lands the hardest.
“Because that’s what you are.” I moan out in an ecstatic wail. My hair clings to the sweat and heat of my back.
In truth, this is exactly what I want.
“Y—yes!”
SMACK!
“Yes, what?”
SMACK!
“Yes I—I like it!”
SMACK!
The glass of my sliding closet door vibrates with the ferocity of his blows.
Again and again, he pummels my ass until it’s purple and raw. My pussy quivers, dripping in the anticipation of another hard spank.
But he stays his hand.
“No. I want to hear you say it,”
My breaths are heavy, the air beaten out of me. “Say what, Mr. Wilson?”
Then I feel it. The girth of his cock slipping between the sweat of my tender ass cheeks and the wetness of my eager pussy.
“Admit it. You’re just a dirty slut who fucks with people’s lives, and likes to get fucked in the ass!” My eyes go wide.
“In the ass?”
“Say it!” His palm hits me like rough leather.
“Ungh!” My whole body jolts like he just put a Taser to my ass. I moan out, squeezing a nearby pillow so hard my fingernails tear into the case.
“Say it!” Another blow lands with the same force on the other cheek. An imprint of a face is left on the blue cotton sheets where I bury my head and cry. The searing pain on my ass was a new kind of pleasure.
“Okay… okay! I’m a dirty slut, and I fuck with people’s lives!”
“And?” The head of his dick circles my wet puckered asshole. My ass cheeks clench; my whole body goes tense. I’m terrified at the thought of what might come next.
“And… I like to take it up the ass, okay?” My hands grip the sheets tight; I bite down hard on a pillow. Is he really going to…
My back arches and my toes curl when I feel my Mr. Wilson penetrating my tight asshole. He grabs hold of my waist, holding me in place as I squirm. My ass cheeks clench shut around his dick.
“No. You’re going to take it,” he says, pulling my head back by the hair, “all the way.”
The pain is intense—more than I could have imagined. And yet, something compels me to let him in deeper.
His girth works its way into my ass, lubricated by his precum and my own juices. I have to scream. I can’t hold back.
Every nerve ending inside burns with a new kind of pain and an odd kind of pleasure. Mr. Wilson is balls deep in my ass now.
My mind goes numb. My eyes flutter with the tingling pleasure. Am I… enjoying this?
The pain is so subtle now. My body writhes in the sheets, losing control to the strange electricity invading my senses.
He thrusts himself into me, balls slamming hard against my clit. The muscles of my anus contract, wringing the length of his stiff dick.
He huffs and groans, punishing my ass with heavy-handed swipes. Hot beads of sweat pour from his forehead and pool at the small of my back. He’s drilling into me so deep. I might pass out.
My legs cramp and my body twinges. Something feels different. A new sensation is building deep inside, emanating from my core like liquid fire.
My breaths quicken. My toes flex and spasm. I spread my legs to assist his entry.
But then his thrusts slow to a halt. No… it all feels too good. Don’t stop now!
He yanks hard on my hair again with his cock embedded deep in my ass.
“You don’t get to cum yet.”
His cock begins to pull out slowly. My tight walls hug his cock as it emerges, clinging in desperation, not wanting him to escape.
My whole body shudders when he’s all the way out. dammit! I was so close!
“You’re going to be an obedient little slut.” His voice is cold and callous. I’ve never seen this side of Mr. Wilson. “Spread your legs.”
I hesitate for a moment, wondering what he’s planning. With a slow apprehension, my legs begin to part, revealing the wet mess between them.
“Wider!” A hard spank on the thigh and I’m nearly doing the splits. Mr. Wilson grabs behind the knees and holds them there.
“It’s about time I give you what you’ve been asking for.” His dick slides along my wet crack, slips between my folds and circles my clit. My pussy quivers, trembling in a kind of uneasy anticipation. The head of his dick traces around my labia.
“Mr.—Mr. Wilson?”
He inserts himself past my folds, the head of his dick pressing into my tight entrance. I squint hard in preparation for what is coming. My teeth cover my bottom lip to stifle the moans I know I won’t be able to control.
And then Mr. Wilson is inside me. His massive size parts my virgin walls, stretching them thin. My hips buck against him; my ass slams hard against his stone wall abdomen.
“Fuck! You’re so fucking—tight!”
His hips thrust forward with a resounding groan and my pussy gives way to his thick penetration. Mr. Wilson has me impaled on his cock, holding me against him with vice grips on my ass. I can’t hold it in.
My deep moans of ecstasy only serve to further invigorate him. His enormous girth might split me in half.
“Fuck me Mr. Wilson! Fuck me harder!” The words come out on their own.
Our bodies slick together in a sweaty mess of bodily fluids. My limbs spasm and contort with every plunge into my tight pussy.
I can’t help screaming out when his cock bottoms out inside me, ramming against my cervix. The pain is overwhelming. And yet a subtle, pleasurable tension is rising in my core.
My legs flail in the air. Desperate moans escape my lips with every hump and fuck from behind.
My ass lifts in the air with each deep penetration, grinding on his dick like an expert whore. It all feels so natural, being such a dirty slut.
My back arches in a rough jolt; my pussy quivers with electric stimulation. My walls contract around Mr. Wilson’s cock as my entire body shudders to the euphoric energy rushing to my extremities.
The orgasm sends me into a fit of convulsions. Mr. Wilson moans to the tight contractions of my pussy, coaxing him to cum inside me.
“Agh! Fuck!” His dick is twitching inside. Is he about to cum?
Then I feel it—his warm load filling my uterus. Mr. Wilson grunts like a wild beast, drilling into me like a jackhammer.
He holds me against him by the ass while his hot, thick spunk gushes into me. His cock pulses again and again in an unending stream. My insides feel like they’re going to overflow.
“Yes… Yes!”
My heart flutters as orgasmic tremors take control. My mind is lost in a tranquil cloud of euphoria. My pussy tightens and relaxes to the rhythm of Mr. Wilson ejaculating inside me until he collapses his full weight on top of me, slipping in the sweat of my back, still cumming. I can feel the rapid breaths of his heavy chest beating against me.
We moan together, lying in a mess of our fluids. Thick white cum coats every square inch of my walls, the excess of his hot load spilling out and rolling off his balls.
My tongue licks around grinning lips. The s
weet taste of victory.
I got what I needed from Mr. Wilson. And yet, something inside wants more. More punishment.
“Mr. Wilson?”
He grunts in response, face down between my shoulder blades.
