by Evan Harder
Josh starts face-fucking Sabrina, pummeling her mouth with his cock, slamming it into her in aggressive thrusts, holding nothing back. Sabrina takes it like a champ, gagging and coughing but not pulling away, a river of saliva pouring out of her mouth and onto the floor as the mascara runs down her face in steady rivulets, her eyes turned up to his the entire time.
After making his cock disappear into her mouth one final time, Josh keeps it there, deep in her throat, holding it in place even as she gags and coughs and tries to pull away.
Keeping one hand firmly pressing against the back of Sabrina’s head, Josh takes his free hand and uses it to plug her nose, effectively cutting off all her air. She tries to pull away again but he holds her there a little longer, knowing that she can take it.
With Sabrina’s face starting to turn red, Josh lets go of her nose and her head, allowing her to back away. She does so in a rush, her hair flying everywhere as she gasps for breath and lets a stream of saliva drip from her mouth and onto the floor.
She corrals her hair back and looks up at him with annoyance painted on her face, but it’s superficial. A thick layer of pleasure is beneath it, as though she’s thoroughly enjoying being manhandled but doesn’t want him to know it. But he does. He can tell without a doubt that she’s loving it.
With that in mind, Josh decides to see how far he can push things. He again grabs ahold of her hair and forces her head down to the floor, towards the reservoir of saliva that has pooled there.
Sabrina flashes an evil little grin knowing exactly what he wants from her. And with just a hint of defiance in her eyes, she does as he’s directed, sticking her tongue out to lick up the saliva from the floor.
Once she’s gathered it all in her mouth, Sabrina lifts her body up and takes the pool of saliva and spits it onto Josh’s cock. She works it in with her hands, making his cock slippery as hell, then stands up and flops herself onto to the couch lengthwise, her back to the cushions, her legs thrown back around her head, her arms hooked around the inside of her knees to hold them in place.
She’s wide open and just waiting for him, her asshole gaping from the earlier action, her leg muscles taut and gleaming, a nasty little grin on her face.
Josh sidles up to her, his knees on the couch, his rock-hard cock sticking straight out without any assistance. He puts his hands under her ass, lifting her up just a bit, then grabs ahold of his cock and slides it into her asshole.
Thanks to the copious amount of spit still coating his cock and Sabrina’s wide-open asshole, Josh’s cock goes in easily, without even a hint of resistance. He immediately starts pummeling away at her asshole, not bothering to start off slow, giving her the entire thing right from the beginning.
As Josh’s cock disappears into Sabrina’s asshole, she is licking the sweat off her own leg, then biting down on the skin hard enough to leave teeth marks. Smiling up at him, she runs one of her hands down to her pussy and slides three fingers inside, forcing them as far into her pussy as they will go while he continues fucking her ass.
Josh can feel her fingers pushing against his cock through the thin membrane separating the inside of her vagina from the inside of her anus while he pummels her asshole and it’s driving him crazy.
It’s hard enough to keep from cumming with the constant pressure of her tight little asshole gripping his cock evenly all at once, but with the added stimulation of her fingertips it’s all but unbearable. He needs to find a way to take his mind off it, at least for a little bit. He could always pull his cock out of her, but that’s no fun. So he settles on a different course of action.
Josh settles back onto his legs, giving him a little more balance, then proceeds to smack away at the inside of Sabrina’s legs, first one, then the other. He slaps her softly at first, but before long he’s smacking away, going back and forth, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing like a gunshot around the room as she stares up at him intently, her face fixed in a silent scream but her eyes begging for more.
The insides of Sabrina’s legs are bright red when Josh finally lets up. But he’s not through yet. He still has to find a way to alleviate the pressing building in his cock.
He runs his hand further up, grabbing ahold of one of Sabrina’s perky little tits. Josh gives it a hard squeeze, eliciting a little yelp from her, before letting go. He tweaks her nipple, forcing a louder yelp from her mouth, then moves on once that doesn’t take care of his problem.
The next stop is her throat, which he grips in his hand, squeezing while he continues pounding away at her asshole hard enough to make her body ripple every time he bottoms out.
Once Sabrina’s face turns red and her lips open slightly and start to turn blue, Josh lets go, giving her a chance to breathe, which she does in gasping gulps. Seeing her in discomfort does nothing to alleviate the pressure, if anything, it just makes it harder to endure. But he’s got one more card to play.
Josh reaches back and smacks Sabrina in the cheek with an open palm, causing her to flinch and gasp in a quick breath. But she nods her head, indicating she wants more and her eyes are lit up with excitement, seconding the motion.
So Josh smacks her again, harder this time, then again, harder still, all without letting up one bit on her asshole. If anything, he’s fucking her harder than ever, his entire body hammering down onto Sabrina’s, giving her all his body weight with every thrust and forcing his cock so far into her asshole that it feels like it’s going to come out the other side of her.
Unfortunately for Josh, nothing he’s tried has done anything to slow down his rapid ascent towards orgasm. To the contrary, every single action he’s taken has gotten him that much closer. So he has no choice but to pull his cock out of Sabrina’s asshole, at least for a while.
Sabrina groans in displeasure once she realizes what Josh is doing, but her attitude quickly changes as he lifts her hips up so all her weight is on her shoulders and starts going to town on her asshole with his tongue.
He licks around the outside for a few seconds, then plunges his tongue deep inside her anus, exploring around, uncaring in the least that his cock was just in the exact same spot moments ago.
Mirroring his actions from earlier, Sabrina runs her hands down and grabs ahold of the back of Josh’s head and pulls him towards her, forcing his tongue deeper into her asshole, smothering him with her ass, making it difficult to breathe.
She holds him there just as he held her, even as he is struggling for breath, smiling wickedly, thoroughly enjoying the turning of the tables. Josh can pull away at any time but decides to let Sabrina have her fun while she can. So he struggles a bit, just enough that she feels like she’s keeping him there against his will, his eyes full of mock distress and looking into hers, begging to be let go.
Eventually Sabrina does, relaxing her grip on his head. Josh pulls his head back and digs deep for breath, struggling only slightly more than necessary. Once he’s recovered, he once again takes control.
Keeping Sabrina upright, with her legs folded over her body, ass in the air, head and shoulders against the cushions, Josh climbs to his feet, standing on the couch, and slides his cock back into her asshole.
Holding her asscheeks wide open with his hands, Josh pummels Sabrina’s ass, hammering down on her with all his weight, pushing her body deeper into the couch with every thrust.
She runs her hand between her legs and sticks four fingers deep into her pussy and holds them there, stretching it as wide as it will go. Just as before, Josh can feel her fingers pressing against his cock, making her asshole seem tighter than ever, almost too tight to bear.
Josh pulls his cock out of Sabrina’s ass, and still facing her, squats down, trapping her legs beneath him. Staring down at her, watching her intently, he slides his cock into her mouth and holds it there, deep in her throat, their eyes locked together.
His plan is to see how long she can deepthroat him in this position before not being able to take it any longer, but he’s betrayed by his cock. He is the on
e who is forced to pull out first to keep from cumming.
Sabrina’s knows exactly what has just happened, and she laughs and gives him a victorious look. But Josh isn’t done yet. He still has one more card to play.
He grabs Sabrina’s ankles and climbs off the couch, then walks around the side of it, pulling her legs along with him until her body is laid out flat, her stomach to the cushions, her ass on top of the armrest, and her legs off the edge.
Keeping her legs pressed together, Josh smacks Sabrina’s ass a few times, harder than ever, then straddles her body and slides his hard cock into her asshole. Still on his feet, he pumps her anus with as much force as he can muster, slamming away at her, the angle of her ass as it sits on the armrest providing just the right amount of leverage to keep her body from sliding forward as he fucks her, forcing her to absorb all the energy of every pump.
Looking for even more leverage, Josh grabs two handfuls of Sabrina’s long black hair and yanks back, forcing her to arch her back to alleviate the pressure. With the shadows of her vertebrae poking through her skin and her chin turned towards the ceiling, Josh lays into Sabrina with a newfound aggression, his excitement at the highest levels of the night from seeing her in such a vulnerable position.
As Sabrina grunts and groans and screams louder and with more conviction than she has at any other time all night, Josh continues hammering away at her, giving her everything he has.
Josh is no more than half a minute away from achieving orgasm but he wants to try one more thing before he cums. So he releases Sabrina’s hair and shoves her face down onto the cushions. Then he climbs further up onto the armrest, lifting his legs into the air and putting all his weight directly onto her.
Josh then starts to drive his body down into hers, letting gravity do it’s thing, slamming his cock down into her asshole, the armrest not allowing any give, forcing her to take every last ounce of his bodyweight.
Sabrina’s screams have reached a new level. They are no longer screams of pure pleasure. There is more than a hint of actual discomfort thrown in. She turns her head around, looking back at Josh with something close to panic as he continues destroying her asshole with his cock.
Josh can tell that Sabrina isn’t enjoying herself as much as she had been earlier, but he doesn’t care. He’s mere moments away from cumming now and he knows she can take what he’s offering for just a little while longer.
He slams his body down onto Sabrina a few more times and then he’s there. Clambering up her body, his weight still pressing down on her, Josh ends up with his legs on either side of her neck, squatting down so the tip of his cock is practically touching the back of her head.
Holding on tight to his cock, delaying the cum for the moment, Josh grabs ahold of Sabrina’s hair with his free hand and wrenches her head to the side, so that half of her face is pressing against the couch while the other half is exposed.
Josh jerks himself off, sending his sperm rocketing out of his cock and splattering all over Sabrina’s face, leaving milky white trails that cover her cheek, her temple, her hairline. The entire right side of her face is covered in cum, there’s even some pooled in her ear.
As Sabrina glares up at him with malice in her eyes and a scowl on her mouth, Josh laughs softly, amazed that she maintains her attitude all the way to the end. Just to top things off, as he climbs off the couch and onto the floor, he stops for a moment to stick his cock in her mouth one final time.
Sabrina sucks on the tip of his cock while he looks down at her cum-stained face and marvels at how such a young girl could be such a huge slut. For a moment he thinks about asking her about her past, but quickly pushes the thought aside. There’s no reason for sentiment. He doesn’t have time for it. There is too much money to spend, too many parties to go to, too many women to fuck to worry about stupid shit like the human element. The way he sees things, everyone is just a piece of meat, himself included. Good for fucking and not much else. He knows is a simplistic way to view things, but that’s the way he likes things. Nice and simple. It makes life so much easier.
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HAMMERING THE DEPRAVED TEEN’S ASS
The last time Haley and I hooked up she wanted me to treat her like shit. So I did, smacking her around and pulling her hair and forcing her to choke on my cock. It was a punishing session, borderline brutal, and I took things farther than I’d ever taken them with any other girl before.
But at the end of the night Haley let me know that I hadn’t been rough enough with her. I’d come close—closer than any other man had, she’d said—but didn’t take things quite far enough. Then she told me that the next time her friend was in town, she’d show me how it was done. That was almost a week ago. I hadn’t heard from Haley since. Which wasn’t that big of a deal, really. After all, we normally hooked up just about once a week, so it wasn’t like anything was amiss. But I’d so been looking forward to seeing Haley brutalize her friend that it had seemed like longer.
Which is all a long way of saying that when my phone started to ring, late on Saturday night, I got pretty excited. And when I saw from the readout that it was Haley calling, I was practically giddy. It was finally time.
I answered the phone with a calm voice, trying to stay level, knowing that if I gave Haley anything by way of an opening, she’d pry it open and make me regret it.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Not much,” Haley replied, sounding as calm and casual as always. Keeping her wits about her at all times was one of the things she strived for. The way she saw things, emotion was the enemy. “What about you? Anything going on?”
“Not really,” I said.
“Are you busy tonight?” Haley asked.
“Nope,” I said. “I’m just hanging out.” Waiting for you to call, I said to myself but not aloud. No reason to give Haley more ammo to use against me. She talked more than enough shit without me providing her with extra fodder. “Why?”
“I was hoping you could come over. I’m feel like getting the shit fucked out of me.”
“Is Carrie going to be there?” I said without really thinking things through.
“Not tonight,” Haley said. “She’s still out of town. She’ll be back next week. We’ll set something up then.”
“Okay,” I said, trying not to let my disappointment shine through.
Haley picked up on it though. “Don’t sound so fucking upset about it,” she said.
“I’m not,” I lied.
“Sure you’re not,” she said.
“No, really,” I said. “I’m not disappointed. Not at all. I was just looking forward to it, that’s all.”
“And you weren’t looking forward to fucking just me?”
“No,” I said.
“So you weren’t looking forward to fucking me?”
“I mean, yes. I was looking forward to it.”
“Are you sure?” Haley asked. “Because you don’t really sound like it.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I said, trying hard to pull my foot out of my mouth.
“Because I could always call someone else—”
“I’m positive,” I said. “I would love nothing more than to come over and fuck the shit out of you tonight.”
“That’s good to hear,” Haley said. “Because I have something special planned. A nice little surprise for you.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t be so fucking lame,” she said. “If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?”
“No, I guess not,” I said.
“Trust me. You’ll like it. I promise.”
#
I got myself cleaned up a bit then hopped in the car and made my way over to Haley’s house. There were butterflies in my stomach, but I was more excited by the anticipation of what perverted acts we were going to engage in than nervous about seeing her.
Haley and I had a purely physical relationship. She wasn’t the kind of girl I saw myself in a long-term relationship with; we didn’t
get along like that. She knew it as well as I did. We’d talked about it many times before.
The key to our chemistry was tension. Due to our age and personality differences, we were on opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to most things. We were like one of those rock band that made great music together because we didn’t get along, not in spite of it. The tension between us was what fueled the music, so to speak; it’s what made the sex great. Take away the tension and replace it with harmony and the spark would be gone. The sex would have still been good, just no longer special.
Which is why we didn’t hang out at all outside of the proverbial bedroom. We knew that if we did, we’d either: 1) Hate each so much that we wouldn’t even want to get together for a hate-fuck session or: 2) We’d start to get along better, which would lead to an emotional connection, which would lead to us seeing each other as actual human beings with dreams and feelings and all that crap, which would lead to harmony instead of tension, which would lead to the end of the great music we made together. And neither of us wanted that.
#
Twenty minutes after she’d called me, I knocked on Haley’s door. She answered it wearing what I thought of as her “elegant slut” outfit. A white, long-sleeve, designer blouse with black polka-dots, white panties, and black leather ankle boots.
Haley opened the door without so much as a word of greeting, then stepped aside to let me in. She had an annoyed scowl on her face, but that was her default expression and it didn’t bother me in the least. If anything, it was a good sign. It meant the tension would be ratcheted up.
Replying to her silence with a brief nod of my head, I walked inside, stopping almost immediately. When Haley closed the door and turned around I was right there, inches away. It was time to do our little dance.
“Well, well, well, getting started right away tonight, are we?” Haley said, her scowl having shifted in an insolent smirk. “No wasting half the night talking about some bullshit I don’t want to hear?”
