“Only if you cum before you fuck me again.”
“Don’t worry, I promise to stick my cock in your pussy at least one more time before I cum on your face.”
“On my face?” she said. “I figured you were going to cum in my mouth.”
“I’m sure I can sneak a little in there if that’s what you want,” I said.
“Either way is fine with me, as long as—”
“I fuck you again before I cum,” I said, lifting my body off of her and scooting forward until my groin was hovering right above her face. “Yeah, yeah, I got that part. Now open your mouth and try not to talk any shit for once.”
Surprisingly, Jamie did as she was told.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, as I dropped my balls into her mouth. Staring down at her, I jerked myself off as she sucked on my balls. The feeling was intense, consisting of just the right combination of pleasure and pain.
“Fuckin-A you’re good at that,” I said, taking the opportunity to talk a little shit of my own now that her mouth was full. With my balls still in her mouth, I pressed my cock down against her face, holding it lengthwise alongside the side of her nose and rubbing it on her forehead and over her eyes.
Looking down at her, our eyes locked together, I lifted myself up in an attempt to extract my balls from her mouth. She refused to release them, holding on with her mouth, stretching my ballsack to it’s limits before reluctantly letting go with a pop.
“You just never quit trying to push buttons, do you?” I said.
Jamie shrugged and flashed me a wicked smile but for once didn’t say anything.
I laughed softly and shook my head. “You’re a real a piece of work, you know that, right?”
“Look who’s talking,” she replied.
“Fair enough,” I said. I smacked her with my cock a few times then stuck it in her mouth. I fucked her face using long, slow strokes, giving her my entire cock each time.
“You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” I asked, staring down at her.
She nodded as best she could considering the situation.
I grabbed her head and held it in place against the cushion and started to pump her mouth with more speed, slamming my cock in and out like a jackhammer, giving it to her balls deep every time.
She coughed and gagged but didn’t complain, even as my balls slapped up against the bottom of her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth.
I could have easily cum right then and there but I’d promised her that I’d fuck her again before I finished up, and despite all my faults I’m a man who sticks by his promises, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and grabbed her under the arms and slid her body down to the floor.
“Are you ready to get fucked?” I asked, looking down at Jamie. Her shoulders and neck were on the floor and her legs were still up on the couch.
She nodded.
I grabbed ahold of her legs and pushed them down until her knees were pressed against the floor, one on either side of her head, essentially folding her in half.
She’d obviously been in this position before, as she wrapped her arms around her legs to keep them in place without being told. Squatting, I guided my cock into her pussy. She grimaced and let out a little yelp but didn’t protest, even as I forced my cock deeper inside her.
“That’s it,” she said. “Break my fucking pussy. Break it in half. Turn me inside out.”
Egged on by her dirty mouth, I grabbed her knees and pulled them apart, opening her up even more, and proceeded to lay into her, dropping my body down onto her with enough force to cause her to flinch at the bottom end of each thrust.
As I climbed those final few steps toward orgasm, I tapped into the last reserves of my energy and pounded her with all the intensity I could muster. She took everything I had to offer, staring directly up at me the entire time. She was no longer talking shit, no longer talking at all, really, just making loud, guttural, animal noises, having finally lost her ironic distance from the situation.
This, more than anything, put me over the edge. The idea that I could break through Jamie’s walls of detachment and bring her into the moment instead of allowing her to observe it from afar was the best thing that had happened all afternoon.
I slammed into her a couple more times, then climbed off of her and stepped forward so one foot was on either side of her head. Squatting, I aimed my cock at her face and jerked myself off.
“Give it to me,” she said. “Paint my fucking face with your cum.”
And so I did, shooting my load all over her, streams of milky sperm splashing against her nose, cheeks, and into her open mouth. Her face was covered in white globs, her pretty eyes sparkling behind them, her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.
As I stood there recovering, she sat up and grabbed ahold of my cock and sucked on the tip, pulling the last few drops out of it before dropping her hand away.
“Not too bad for an old man,” she said. “I’m not going to lie though, I was expecting you to get a little rougher with me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you know, playing with my asshole or slapping me around or choking me, stuff like that.”
“I had no idea you were into that sort of thing.”
“I’m into it all,” she said, wiping a bit of my cum off her face with her finger and then sticking it in her mouth. “The rougher the better.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” I said.
“Next time? What about right now?”
I looked down at her. “You want to go at it again?”
“Hell yes,” she said. “I’m just getting warmed up.”
I laughed and shook my head. This girl truly was a freak.
“I wish I could,” I said. “But I have some shit I have to get done.”
“That’s too bad,” Jamie said. “Because I’m still rearing to go.” Her hand went down to her pussy and she started rubbing it. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to top me off.”
The idea that she was going to find another man to finish what I’d started should have pissed me off but instead it just turned me on more. It made me realize that I had only just started to tap the depths of her depravity. Besides, it’s not like I thought I was the only guy she was fucking. But still, I would be lying if I said it didn’t annoy me just a little bit. It was one thing to share her with another man but another thing altogether to know that she was going to be calling someone else as soon as I left.
“You need it that bad, huh?” I said as I pulled my clothes on.
She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.
“Then I’ll tell you what,” I said. “You keep yourself busy for a few hours, and once I’m done doing what I need to do I’ll come back over here and finish you off myself. Okay?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I need it pretty bad. I’m not sure if I can hold out until tonight.”
“I’m sure you can find a way to keep yourself satisfied,” I said as I tied my shoes.
“I’ll try,” she said. “But I’m not making any promises.”
She was still sporting the attitude but I was pretty sure she was just fucking with me. But in the end, it didn’t really matter whether or not she had another guy over while I was gone. I was coming back for more that night, either way. I knew it and she knew it, and there was no reason to pretend otherwise.
“Just do your best,” I said, heading for the door. I only had a few minutes to spare and I knew if I didn’t leave now I wouldn’t leave at all. “And I’ll see you tonight.”
She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and waved goodbye, then slipped them into her mouth. I laughed again, then turned and headed towards the door. It was going to be a long couple of hours.
# # # # #
PUNISHING THE TEEN
I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Jamie. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smok
ing area and flipped open my phone.
“Hey Jamie, what’s up?” I said.
“Are you busy?” she replied.
“Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”
“Do you have a problem bailing on them?”
I laughed. Jamie wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 18-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.
“Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.
“Well, let’s just put it this way,” Jamie said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.
“I’ll be waiting.”
I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Jamie was. It simply wasn’t possible.
# # #
I showed up at Jamie’s door half an hour later.
“It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Jamie it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.
“Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.
“Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties, and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Jamie was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.
I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.
“So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.
She nodded.
“What did you do this time?” I asked.
“I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”
I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Jamie it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.
“Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.
“What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 18-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Jamie scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”
I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Jamie couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted. She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.
“So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.
“No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”
“Fine,” Jamie said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.
“That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”
She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.
“So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”
She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into character.
“Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.
Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”
“You think so, huh?”
She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”
“You’re sure about that?”
“Positive.”
“Then it looks like we have an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishment begin.”
I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her against it.
“Oh so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” she said.
“That’s right,” I replied, my mouth turned up in an evil smile.
“I hope you’re not expecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic little girl,” she said.
“Of course not,” I replied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiant little self.”
“Well don’t worry about that,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the real me.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
I squeezed my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes locked together, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red from lack of oxygen.
But Jamie didn’t fight back. She just stood there and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling me my actions had no effect on her.
Unfortunately for her, although her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sag as it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously in distress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that I released her throat.
Her eyes immediately opened wide and her chest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant as always, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.
“Is that all you got?” she said.
“As a matter of fact, it’s not,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”
“Then let’s get on with it,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”
“If you insist,” I said. Then I slapped her across the face.
She gasped and her eye
s opened wide in shock before she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased with myself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.
“Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.
“Only because it was a cheap shot,” she said.
“You’re right,” I said. “That one was a cheap shot. But this one isn’t.”
I slapped her again.
This time she didn’t make a sound. She just stared at me with defiance dripping from her eyes and her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.
“Come on,” she said. “You can do better than that.”
I slapped her again. Her cheek was bright red and her eyes were starting to leak tears.
“That’s it?” she said. “My little sister hit me harder than that when we were kids.”
I slapped her again, harder this time. The sound of my palm striking her flesh filled the room. But still she didn’t even come close to giving in.
“Harder,” she said.
I obliged.
“Harder,” she said, her voice rising.
So I smacked her again, really getting into it this time.
“Harder!” she screamed.
I slapped her yet again.
And again.
And again, until my hand was starting to tingle.
But Jamie was still upright, still staring right at me, still defiant.
My cock was pressing painfully against my pants. I didn’t want to think about what that said about me. I was enjoying myself way too much. So I stopped before things got too out of control.
“On your knees,” I said.
She paused for a moment, just to let me know that she wasn’t jumping at my commands but choosing to do what I said of her own accord, but eventually did as she was told.
We stood there for a moment, me staring down at Jamie and her looking right back up at me, neither of us saying anything.
“Well?” I said. “What are you waiting for.”
“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do,” Jamie replied. “After all that’s what tonight is all about, right?”
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