by Derek Price
I immediately pulled my fingers from her pussy. Gianna groaned in disappointment, a sound that turned into a yelp of surprise when I smacked her pussy with my open palm.
“What was that for?” she asked, her legs folding even further.
“Did I say you could relax your legs?” I asked.
She shook her head and pulled her legs taut once again.
“That’s better,” I said.
“Now will you stick your fingers back in me?” she asked.
“That depends,” I said. “Can you keep your legs tight no matter what I do to you?”
Gianna nodded.
I gave her another smack on the pussy. She yelped again and flinched but didn’t fold her legs this time.
“Are you sure?” I said. “You almost collapsed right there.”
“I’m sure,” she said, showing a hint of defiance.
I smacked her again, this time on the inner part of her thigh.
She held tight.
I smacked her other thigh, harder this time. The sound echoed about the bedroom.
She bit down on her bottom lip but still she didn’t fold her legs.
“Not bad,” I said. “I think you’ve earned my fingers again.”
So I gave them to her, sliding all three inside her pussy. They went in even easier than they had earlier. Apparently getting smacked around turned Gianna on just as much as a good finger-banging.
I put my left foot up on the bed and leaned forward, altering the angle of penetration and allowing me to slide my fingers even deeper inside her. I pushed them in until they were well past the knuckles and held them there as her pussy clenched tight.
“Holyfuckingshit,” Gianna said as I started sliding them back and forth deep inside her, exploring her insides. Her legs were quivering but she held on tight, not letting them falter.
I hammered my fingers into her, trying to get Gianna’s legs to cave, but still she held them to the side, her knees locked out and her thighs rock-hard. My head was right above hers and she stared up at me, her eyes laced with defiance even as the rest of her features gave in to the pleasure. She was intent on outlasting me, taking as much as I could give her without folding again.
There was no way that was going to happen, of course. I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve. It was time I broke one out.
While my right hand still pounding away at her pussy, I reached down with my left and began to grope one of her tits, then pinched the nipple. Gianna gasped but didn’t relax her legs. I gave her other breast the same treatment. She reacted the same way, still not even coming close to collapsing her legs.
“Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”
Gianna didn’t reply. All her energy was being spent keeping her legs tight. But she did glare up at me with an evil look while her breath escaped from her mouth in shallow gasps.
“You do realize you can’t win,” I said. “You’re going to fold again eventually.”
“Not if I can help it,” she said, her voice a raspy, wheezing mess.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to make it so you can’t help it,” I said.
“Go ahead and try,” she said.
I laughed softly. Gianna certainly was quite the trooper. Most women would have folded long ago. But I didn’t tell her that, of course. To do so would ruin the mood.
“If you insist,” I said instead. Then I let my hand wander up her chest to her throat.
Gianna’s eyes widened slightly. Whether it was in surprise or pleasure I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered at this point.
Still continuing to bang her pussy with my fingers, I gripped her throat between my thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze.
Gianna’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen, then started to go pale. But still she held on, keeping her legs tight by sheer willpower alone. But it was only a matter of time until her body gave in, even if her mind didn’t. Fifteen seconds later the time came.
Her eyelids fluttered and then started to close. She released her hold on her heels and her arms flopped down onto the bed, followed by her legs.
I released her throat but continued slamming my fingers inside of her pussy as she came back to the waking world. The transition must have been an intense one, as an orgasm rocked her body shortly after I let go of her throat.
She bucked against my hand a couple of times, then tensed up, her pussy squeezing the blood from my fingers. She reached out and grabbed my arm with both of her hands and held it in place, deep inside of her.
“Don’t move,” she said desperately, still short of air. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”
I almost pulled my fingers out of her to pay her back for what she’d done to me earlier but ultimately decided that would be taking things too far. Besides, there was no doubt we were going to play this little game again one day, and I didn’t want to incur too much of her wrath.
Her body seemed to freeze in place for just a moment, then released just as quickly. A torrent of juices came pouring out of her pussy, drenching my hand and wrist. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her entire body quivered and shook.
“Holyfuckingshit,” Gianna said, turning it into one long word. She released my arm and tried to refill her body with air.
“I take it you liked that?” I said.
Eyes wide, she nodded vigorously.
Smiling, I pulled my fingers out of Gianna’s pussy. They were shining with her juices, glistening in the light. I admired them for a moment then said, “Open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself.”
She did so without comment. Smiling, in fact.
I slipped all three fingers into Gianna’s mouth and she licked them clean, staring right at me the entire time. After I’d pulled them back out I told her to grab ahold of her ankles once again.
“Like this?” Gianna asked, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs wide and holding them tight. “Is this how you want me?”
I nodded and slipped my cock into her. It felt great, especially after so much foreplay leading up to this moment. I loved fucking her pussy, especially when her legs were spread wide like that. It heightened the sensation quite a bit.
After slamming my cock into Gianna for a good minute and a half, she released her hold on her ankles and brought her arms back towards her chest. I hadn’t told her she could but it didn’t bother me at this point. I was enjoying myself too much to care at the moment.
While I continued hammering my cock in and out of her, Gianna grabbed one of her tits in each hand and started to play with them. At first she groped and fondled them, but it wasn’t long before she was attacking her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them between her fingertips until they were hard, and then going after them even more aggressively.
I watched, transfixed, as she started to smack her own tits, slapping them hard enough to make herself flinch.
“Do you like that, don’t you?” Gianna said, her eyes locked on mine. “You like watching me smack myself around.”
I nodded.
“Come on,” she said. “Join in. You know you want to.”
I slapped her tit, putting some serious force into it.
“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Smack me like you mean it.”
Smiling, I slapped her tit again, even harder this time.
“Harder,” she said.
I did.
“Harder!” she said, slapping her other tit as she spoke, putting my smack to shame.
I slapped her again, making her flinch.
“That’s it,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip. “Just like that.”
I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. I was starting to get into a serious groove, moving faster against her, giving her more and more of my cock.
“Is this what you want?” I said, my tone harsh. “Me smacking you around while I fuck the shit out of you?”
She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want,” she said, her entire body red from exertion.
Even t
hough it was my turn to be in charge, I had no problem taking a little break from the duty and giving her what she wanted. I’d be taking what I wanted from her again soon enough.
I took a break from slapping her to slide my hands under her hips and lifted her backside up, giving myself more leverage. She hooked her arms around her legs without being told, holding herself in position while I hammered away at her, my body slamming into hers with all my weight.
My free hand went up to her throat and started choking her while my other continued smacking away at her tits, both of which had turned bright red under the assault.
“What about this?” I said. “Do you want this too? Me choking you while I pummel you?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, her groans muffled from the lack of air.
I released her throat and grabbed the underside of her thighs and pressed them down onto the bed, opening her up even more, allowing me to blast her even harder. I gave her my full weight with every thrust, making her squirm underneath me as I slammed my cock into her with a previous untapped aggression.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” she cried, barely able to catch her breath I was pummeling away at her so intensely. “You’re gonna make me cum, you’re gonna make me fucking cum!”
And so I gave Gianna absolutely everything I had, until she couldn’t say another word, could barely even grunt she was getting pounded so hard. After 20 seconds of this, she let out a scream and bucked beneath me as a monster orgasm wound its way through her body.
By the time it had passed, Gianna’s face was bright red and there were tears leaking out of her eyes. She could barely breathe and her hair was a complete mess and what was left of her makeup was running down her face. But her eyes were dancing with excitement.
I slipped my cock out of her pussy and smiled down at her. She returned the look in spades.
“Holy fucking shit,” she said. “That was insane.”
“I’m glad you had your fun,” I said. I grabbed the bottle of wine from the nightstand and took a long swig, emptying it of its contents and then setting it back down. “Because I still have to have mine.”
“Be my guest,” Gianna said. “After that orgasm, you can do whatever you want with me for the rest of eternity.”
“I may hold you to that,” I said, grinning. “Now, are you recovered enough to move on?”
“Bring it on,” she said.
I grabbed Gianna’s arm and pulled her to her feet and led her towards the closet. Once there, I reached in and grabbed one of her belts from a hanger.
“I like where this is going,” Gianna said, rubbing up against me.
“Not as much as I do,” I replied. I stuck the belt in my mouth and bit down to hold it in place, then I grabbed one of Gianna’s arms and pulled it behind her back. I proceeded to do the same for her other arm, crossing one of her wrists over the other.
Holding her arms together with one hand, I reached for the belt with my free hand. I wrapped the belt around her wrists a couple of times in a figure-eight pattern, then slipped the tail of the belt into the buckle and stuck the prong into one of the holes, effectively handcuffing her.
Once Gianna’s arms were incapacitated, I pushed on her shoulders, dropping her to her hands and knees on the carpeted floor. With my cock raging as hard as ever, I circled around Gianna until I was behind her, then forced her head down onto the carpet. I dropped to my knees and nestled in behind her, then reached under her hips and lifted them up so her body was like an upside-down V, with her ass as the highest point.
On her hands and knees with her wrists are bound behind her back by the belt, Gianna was essentially helpless. Just how I wanted her.
Without a word, I slipped my cock into her pussy for what could be the last time all night, and started methodically moving against her in long, slow, deep strokes. But it wasn’t long before I was hammering away at her, my hands around her hips to pull her back into me with every thrust.
I let go of one of her hips so I could slap her ass, snapping my open palm into the side of her ass cheek like I was a jockey riding a horse down the final stretch.
Gianna reacted in much the same way a horse would, bucking back into me with more intensity. But Gianna’s positioning, combined with her incapacitated arms, meant that she couldn’t get much force into her thrusts. So I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, bringing it up to the same level as mine, straightening out her upper body and giving her more leverage to work with.
She took advantage, using her hips to hammer her body back into me harder than before, her ass slamming up against my groin, forcing my cock deeper inside of her.
“There you go,” I said as I pulled my hands off Gianna and let her do all the work. “Back that ass up into me. Show me what you can do, baby. Give me something to write home about."
Gianna did as she was told, bucking back against me so hard that I had to wrap one arm around her chest to avoid losing my balance.
“Thatta girl,” I said. “Fuck my cock with your pussy. Just like that.”
My arm slid up Gianna’s body until it was clamped around her neck. I grabbed her in a headlock, tightening it down as she continued slamming her ass back against me.
After a bit, I reached up and smacked her in the face with an open hand. “Harder,” I said as I smacked her again.
Gianna backed up against me with more intensity but still not enough for me.
So I smacked her yet again. My other arm was still around her neck but not squeezing tightly. “Harder.”
She obliged, slamming back into me so intensely that it was practically knocking me backwards with every thrust.
“Are you deaf? Harder!” I said, smacking her face for the fourth time.
Gianna slammed back into me with everything she had, a guttural grunt coming from her throat as she hammered away.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” I said. “Hammer me with that fat ass of yours.”
I let her back into me a few more times before releasing my hold on her and again pushing her face down to the carpet. Then I went back to work on her, returning the favor by hammering away on her with everything I had.
I used my hands to spread Gianna’s asscheeks, making her pretty little asshole gape. It was open wide, just begging to be played with.
So I do, sneaking my thumb over to the crack of her ass while I continued fucking her. I gathered up some saliva and spit on her asshole, then slipped my thumb inside.
Gianna gasped and cursed beneath her breath but didn’t protest. In fact, her energy level picked up almost immediately, along with the pitch of the grunts coming from her throat. Apparently I had found the sweet spot.
“You like that, do you?” I said, forcing my thumb deeper into her asshole.
“I fucking love it,” Gianna said, her voice a guttural growl. Her arms and legs were straining more than ever against her bonds.
“Is that right?” I said, moving my thumb in and out of her asshole while still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you want me to stick something else in there?”
“Fuck yeah,” she said.
“Well then, let’s see what we can do about that,” I said. I pulled my cock out of her pussy. It was gleaming with her juices and harder than it had been all night.
I desperately wanted to slip it into her asshole but knew that shortly after I did it would be all over for me. And I wanted to debase Gianna more before I came. So I had to find something else that would do the trick for a little while, giving me a chance to calm down for a minute or two.
Then I saw something that would work perfectly.
Smiling, I reached back and snatched the wine bottle from the nightstand.
I stuck two fingers into Gianna’s dripping wet snatch and banged her for a few seconds to get some of her juices to use as lube, then rubbed my fingers on the neck of the wine bottle to help ease the entry.
“Are you ready?” I asked her.
Gianna nodded. She still hadn’t looked back so she d
idn’t know what I was planning. Not that it mattered anyway. It was my time to do what I wanted with her and this was what I wanted. So I slipped the tip of the bottle into her asshole. There was a hint of resistance at first, but then it slid in quite easily.
Gianna gasped and uttered a low, wordless moan of surprise as I slid the wine bottle further into her asshole. Clearly she was expecting something else in there but she still seemed to be enjoying it either way.
I worked it carefully, moving it back and forth slowly and spitting on her asshole with regularity to keep things nice and wet.
“Jesus Christ that feels so fucking good,” Gianna said. Her head was still pressing against the carpet but her face was turned back to watch the proceedings as best she could. “Give me more. I want the whole fucking thing.”
So I did, sliding the bottle into her asshole until the entire neck disappeared.
“God-dammit!” Gianna said, her voice dripping with ecstasy. “I love having things stuffed into my asshole.”
“You’re such a dirty fucking slut,” I said, laughing under my breath.
She flashed me a little smile.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock was simply too hard to wait any longer. It was time to fuck Gianna’s ass and cum again and finish the session and top off the night. I knew I wouldn’t last long once I got my cock into her asshole, but at this point it didn’t matter. I simply couldn’t wait any longer.
I slid the wine bottle out of Gianna’s asshole, leaving it gaping and ready for my hard cock. I slapped her ass a couple of times, then spread my legs wide and squatted down until my cock was hovering right above Gianna’s ass. I spit on my cock and slid it into her asshole, not bothering to take it slow, just forcing it in until it could go no further.
Gianna gasped and uttered a high-pitched yelp that turned into a full-on squeal as I started pounding away at her asshole, giving her everything I had, my balls slapping against her pussy at the bottom of every thrust.
Pushing down on her shoulders, I laid into Gianna with all my weight, pummeling her with reckless abandon as guttural growls escaped from her throat.
Gianna’s asshole was tighter than her pussy, but not too tight that it was a struggle to fuck it. She was well-versed in anal sex and able to relax enough to take my cock with ease.
