by Riley Haze
They stand there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before he’s ready for something more.
He pulls his fingers from her pussy and gives it a little smack.
Megan yelps and her body stiffens for a moment but her smile doesn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor does she let go of his cock.
Mark sticks his fingers in her mouth so she can clean them of her juices.
Megan licks her fingers one-by-one, until they are completely clean, staring at him the entire time, continuing to jerk him off. Not saying anything, just waiting for his direction.
What a perfect submissive little slut. Time to start putting her to better use.
He pushes down on her shoulders.
She kneels to the ground without any resistance whatsoever.
He shifts his hands to her head and grabs ahold of her hair, uses it to hold her head against the wall.
“Open your mouth,” he says.
She obliges, opening it wide. Her eyes are gleaming as she looks up at him.
He sticks his cock inside her mouth and starts sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip. He gradually slips it further inside her until it’s about halfway in. He speeds up his thrusts.
Her lips close around his cock.
Mark pulls his cock out, uses it to smack her cheek a few times.
“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asks.
Megan shakes her head.
“That’s right,” he says. “I didn’t. This time keep it open.”
She nods.
He sticks his cock back inside her mouth and starts pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds come from her throat as he pummels her mouth but she keeps it open no matter how much of his cock he gives her.
“Tongue out,” he says.
Megan does as she’s told; Mark can see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumps her mouth. Saliva is pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears are dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek but from the way she’s looking at him she’s still enjoying herself and not in any real distress.
His cock is slippery as hell as he gives her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with his hands.
The gagging and coughing sounds are growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva is gathering on the carpet beneath her. He’s thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. He’s almost at the point of cumming. He know he needs to move onto something else before it’s too late. But first he wants to do something.
He slips his cock out of her mouth, giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slams it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose is poking into his stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he’s done every time up until this point, he holds it there, his cock all the way down her throat.
“Look at me,” he says.
She shifts her gaze upward as best she can while deepthroating him, looking up at him with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes.
“Holy fuck,” Mark says under his breath, doing everything in his power not to cum in her throat right there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look nearly puts him over the edge.
Trying not to think about what that says about his psychological state, he quickly pulls his cock from her mouth and backs off, taking a moment to gather himself.
Megan coughs a couple of times then catches her breath with a few deep gulps of air. But she’s still smiling, always smiling. She is clearly a freaky little slut.
“Are you ready for more?” he asks.
“Always,” she replies.
Mark still has a handful of her hair and he yanks it forward, pulling her down to her hands and knees. Then he leads her by the hair over towards the couch, him walking, her crawling. He looks back at her, taking in her thin, lithe body as it moves; her toned arms, razor-sharp shoulder blades, arched back. And that impossibly tight ass sticking up, swaying with every crawling step forward.
Megan sees him watching her and cranes her neck to catch his eyes. Anticipation and excitement play across her features. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth and her eyes are pools of need.
Mark thinks he might be in love.
They arrive at the couch. Mark stops moving, lets go of Megan’s hair and turns to face her. But then he just stands there, hovering over her, looking down, just taking her in, his cock right above her face as she looks up at him.
What to do, what to do, he thinks, nearly paralyzed by the endless possibilities the night still has to offer. He’s almost got too much to choose from. Eventually he settles on a course of action.
He bends down, picks Megan up, spins her around, and drops her on the couch, her back on the bottom cushion, her legs draped over the back of the couch and her head hanging upside down just off the edge of the cushion.
Mark drops to his knees so his cock is right in front of her face and then he sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her face while she hangs off the couch, upside down, the blood rushing to her head. He fucks her face with everything he has, going balls deep, giving her his entire cock from tip to base. He can see the bulge his cock makes as it reaches the limits of her throat.
One of her hands fly down to her pussy and she starts rubbing her clit.
He grabs ahold of her tits and squeezes them as he continues to slam his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping up against her nose, saliva dripping out of her mouth and dripping down her face, choking sounds coming from her mouth.
But Megan takes it like a champ, allowing him to have his way with her without fighting it, not pulling away in the least.
Mark pumps her face a couple more times and then holds it there, deep inside her throat, choking her with his cock, causing her to shuck and jive beneath him as she tries in vain to draw breath.
She gags once, then again, and she tries to squirm away but he doesn’t let her, holding his cock in her throat. Megan’s hands come up to his chest and tries to push him away but Mark just leans further forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat.
“Five more seconds,” he says, trying to ease her mind just a bit. And it seems to. She’s still gagging and her legs are rapidly banging against the back of the couch but she’s no longer actively fighting him.
He counts the seconds down.
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
“Zero.”
He pulls his cock from her mouth.
Megan lifts her head up and coughs and gasps for breath.
“Too much?” he asks.
“Never,” she replies, catching his gaze. Her smile is gone but her eyes are still sparkling with excitement.
Laughing, he turns around and backs up until his calves are pushing against the couch. Her head is between his legs.
“Open your mouth,” Mark says.
She does.
He squats down, dropping his balls into her open mouth. His cock is lying on her face, just to the side of her nose. The head of his cock is right at the hair line of her forehead. Her eyes are looking up at him while she suckles his ball sack. First one testicle, then the other, then both together.
He presses down on his cock, rubs it all over her face. He slaps her face with it a few times.
Still she goes on sucking his balls.
He reaches back, grabs ahold of her, and pulls her body up and back so her head is no longer lying off the edge of the couch. Now it’s lying on the cushion, facing the ceiling. Giving her some padding. And him some leverage.
He sits down on her chest so he can see her face.
“Do you like the taste of ass?” he says.
“I love it,” Megan replies, ever the submissive little slut.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Mark sa
ys.
He scoots forward and squats over her face so his asshole is directly over her mouth. Then he squats down a little more, dropping his asshole onto her mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots up his spine as she moves her tongue around, licking and slurping and going to town down there.
“Goddammit,” he says under his breath, shivering with delight.
Megan grabs ahold of his ass cheeks with her hands and spreads them apart, giving her better access. Her tongue rigid, she sticks it inside him, moving it in and out, tongue-fucking his asshole.
He gets into the act, bouncing up and down on her face, helping her tongue get even deeper inside him. He realizes he’s jerking himself off, mostly because he’s got nothing else to do with his hands. He decides to fix that.
He stands up, releasing the hold she has on him, and spins around so he is facing the couch.
Megan starts to shift too but he tells her not to move.
Then he steps forward and again drops his asshole onto her mouth.
“Tongue out,” he says.
She obliges.
He grabs ahold her tits for leverage and proceeds to ride her tongue with his asshole, moving back and forth against it so it’s running the length of his crack, from asshole to taint to the back of his ball sack. He’s squeezing and slapping her tits and rubbing her nipples as he moves, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her, which he takes advantage of by applying more pressure to her face when she moans.
One of her hands move up and around his leg, grabs ahold of his cock and starts jerking him off, adding to the sensation.
“Holy fuck,” he moans. Between the work her tongue is doing on his asshole and her hand is doing on his cock he nearly cums right there. But he’s able to hold it down and the feeling soon passes. He’s once again good to go. At least for the moment.
He leans over and sticks three fingers into her soaking wet pussy and starts aggressively banging her. His other hand is still fondling her tit.
She lets out a muffled gasp of pleasure and turns up the intensity in which she’s working his asshole with her tongue.
This just gets him working her pussy and tits more feverishly, which in turn gets her jerking his cock even faster.
It’s a feedback loop of pleasure with only one end in sight. And the end is rapidly approaching. He has to mix things up quickly if he wants to keep this session going on for a while. But he just can’t get himself to stop. He’s having too much fun.
So he turns up the heat even further, slamming his fingers in and out of her with everything he’s got and slapping away at her tits.
Megan’s scream of pleasure is muffled by his ass on her mouth but still audible. Her hand is grasping his cock in a death-grip and expertly jerking him in long, fast strokes, getting him closer and closer to orgasm.
He’s no more than a few seconds away when he forces himself to pull off. It takes every ounce of willpower in his body to slip his fingers out of her pussy and release her tit and pull his ass up off her face.
“Is everything okay?” she says. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Everything’s fine,” Mark says. “I just need a little break.”
“Oh,” she says with a smile. “I got it.”
“You almost did, all right,” he says.
He stands over her for almost a full minute before he’s calmed down enough to get started again.
“Are you ready for more?” he asks.
“Whenever you are,” she replies, smiling as always.
Mark grabs ahold of her ankles and spins her around so her back is on the bottom cushion, her legs towards him. He’s standing over her, looking down on Megan’s perfect, thin, tight, agile, body.
Her face is glowing with excitement.
Still gripping her ankles, Mark spreads his arms, opening her legs wide, and holds them there, extended as far as they can go.
Megan’s leg muscles are taut, stretched tight against her skin. Her pussy is wide open, gaping, glistening.
“Fuck yourself,” he says.
One of her hands flies down to her pussy and she slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging herself.
Something about her finger-fucking her pussy while he stands over her is sexy as hell. It’s all Mark can do to avoid sticking his cock in her right this very second.
“Another one,” he says, still standing over her, still holding her legs wide. He’s forcing himself to wait, building anticipation.
She slides a third finger in and slams away. Her pussy is making slurping sounds it’s so wet.
“Another,” he says.
Megan does as she’s told. Her breath is rapid now, her face turning red. Low moans are coming from her throat. She’s staring right at him.
“Pull your fingers out of your pussy and stick them in your mouth,” Mark says. “Lick them clean. One at a time.”
He watches as she cleans her fingers off. He’s practically shivering with excitement. He needs to stick his cock in her. Now.
“Grab ahold of your ankles,” he says.
She extends her arms and grabs her ankles, keeping her legs in the same position he had them in. Spread wide, muscles taut, glistening with sweat, tight as hell. And enticing as fuck.
“Hold your legs wide, just like that,” Mark says. “Don’t fucking move them. No matter what.”
She nods.
He drops down to his knees and sidles up to her. He slaps his cock against her pussy a couple of times and then slips it inside her. It goes in without resistance. Throughout this whole ordeal, she’s remained soaking wet, as though her pussy is a running faucet.
He immediately starts slamming his cock into her, not even bothering to take things slow. He’s far too wound up for that. And she’s far too wet. So he pounds the shit out of her, his cock going balls deep in her pussy, his body hammering hers, making it difficult for her to keep her legs extended.
But Megan plugs on like a trooper, holding them tight even though her leg muscles are quivering from the effort.
Her pussy is snug but not tight, providing just enough sensation for him to feel the pressure but not enough to make him feel like he has to slow down for danger of cumming too soon.
Mark continues pounding away, Megan’s breathing growing more and more rapid along with her moans and grunts as he slams into her, but still she holds her legs tight.
Taking it on as a challenge to get her to fold, Mark starts rubbing her clit with his thumb.
Megan’s groans intensify and her legs start to buckle.
“Hold them there,” he says. “I didn’t say you could relax.”
She throws her legs back to where they were but her face reveals how difficult it is for her to hold them there.
He goes back to work on her clit while fucking her with even more intensity.
She’s practically screaming now, her legs muscles shaking as she tries desperately to hold them in place despite everything forcing them down.
Mark is almost willing to let her relax, but first he wants to mess with her some more. He stops rubbing her clit but wraps his hand around her throat. So now he’s choking her while he’s fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her legs in place for long.
Her mettle surprises him though; even as her face is turning red she still holds on to her ankles, keeping her legs tight for a good fifteen seconds before suddenly folding.
Smiling, Mark releases his hold on her throat. He watches Megan closely as she gasps for breath. His cock is still inside her but he’s not moving against her. He needs a break just as much as she does. But his cock feels too good where it is for him to pull it out. So he just stands there with his cock inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.
It’s a good thirty seconds later when he’s finally ready to go again.
“Are you ready to get fucked some more?” he asks.
Megan nods.
“Beg for it,” Mark says.
“Please fuck me,” she says, her voice t
aking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me. Please.”
Shivering with excitement at the words coming out of Megan’s mouth, Mark grabs the backs of her legs and pushes them towards her until her knees are alongside her head, folding her in half and lifting her butt up off the couch.
He climbs to his feet and puts one knee on the couch to give himself more leverage and slides his cock into her pussy and proceeds to pound her while holding her legs in place up near her head.
“Holy fuck,” she cries as he slams his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”
His balls are slapping up against her backside as his hips grind into hers at the bottom of every push.
“Pound me,” she says, staring right at him. Her voice is lower than before, guttural, animalistic. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”
Every word she utters just increases his intensity. Pretty soon he’s fucking her with the entire length of his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.
By now Megan’s mouth is open and her words have turned into inarticulate cries. Her head is shaking from side to side and her eyes are wide and her body is quivering and shaking and sweating and beautiful.
Mark releases one of her legs and shoves his fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucks her.
She sucks on his fingers while her hands play with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks.
He pulls his hand from her mouth and wraps it around her throat.
“You like that?” he says. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”
She nods, her eyes wide, her face red.
Megan’s pussy is more inviting than it’s been all night; it’s as though something inside her has opened up and is trying to engulf his cock. Mark feels like he can fit his whole body into her. And the feeling gets him wound up to a point he’s never before experienced. He completely lets go of all his inhibitions and totally opens up on her, slamming into her with an intensity he’s never before reached, hammering his body into hers.
