With my head hanging upside-down, there’s nothing I can do to stop the saliva from pouring out of my mouth. It’s dripping down my face, getting into my eyes and nose, coating my features, turning me into a disgusting, drooling, coughing mess.
But Chris doesn’t slow down one bit, pumping my mouth a few more times before slamming his cock into me balls-deep, forcing me to deepthroat him.
“That’s right,” Chris says. “Take it. Take my whole fucking cock in your throat.”
His cock is deep inside my throat for a full five seconds before I start to gag and try to pull away. But Chris is having none of it. Leaning forward, he forces his cock even deeper inside my throat, something I didn’t think was possible.
“You wanted it rough,” he says. “So now you’re getting it.”
I gag again, a little more deeply this time, and my legs start banging against the back of the couch. I’m doing everything I can to squirm away but I simply don’t have any leverage at all in my current position and don’t make any progress.
Chris holds his cock in my throat for at least another five seconds before finally pulling off. Smiling, he stares down at me as I cough and gasp, searching for air.
“Was that too much?” he asks, letting his tough-guy façade slip for a moment.
“Hell no,” I reply, matching his grin. “I’m loving every minute of this.”
Laughing, Chris shakes his head. “You’re out of control.”
“Just keep it coming,” I say. “I can take more.”
“If you insist,” Chris says.
After getting back into character, he grabs me by the ankles and pulls my legs up further, so my head is lying atop the couch instead of hanging down. Once I’m in position, he steps forward and puts his knees on the couch and squats down, straddling my head so his ass right above my face and his balls are hovering over my mouth.
“Suck on my balls,” says, dropping them down onto my mouth.
“With pleasure,” I say, taking the whole package into my mouth, sucking on both of his balls at once.
Chris moans as I work his balls, sucking and slurping on them, my tongue moving around to keep him on his toes.
This goes on for a full minute before Chris is ready to move on. He rises up a bit, popping his balls from my mouth, then spits on my face and uses his cock to rub in the saliva in before smacking me with it a couple of times.
Then, without any further warning, drops his ass down, using my face as a seat cushion.
I immediately go to work on his asshole, licking it up and down and around the edges while he hovers above me.
“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” Chris says. After a couple of deep, shuddering breaths, he says, “Stick your tongue out. I want to ride your fucking tongue.”
I do as I’m told, making my tongue rigid and sticking it out of my mouth.
“There you go,” Chris says, rubbing his ass back and forth along my face, riding my tongue with his asshole. “Don’t fucking move.”
Chris grinds on my face for a little bit, his asshole getting wider and wider with every pass, until finally it’s wide enough to accept the tip of my tongue inside it.
He moans softly and stops grinding. Reaching down, he spreads his ass cheeks, opening himself further up to me, then drops his full weight onto my face, smothering me with his ass, my tongue sliding a good two inches into his anus.
“Holy fucking shit,” Chris says. A few seconds later, he goes to work on my tits, smacking away at them while I continue tonguing his asshole. He’s trying to take his mind off of cumming by turning his attention to my tits, but I don’t think he’s having any success. From the way his body is tensed up, I think he’s right on the verge of cumming.
My suspicions are confirmed a short time later, when he suddenly jumps up off of my face, forcing my tongue out of his asshole. I watch with amusement as he grips his cock tightly but that doesn’t seem to be working, so he gives it a couple of good, hard smacks to calm it down.
“Did it work?” I ask, smiling at him from my upside down position.
“For the time being,” he says.
“It better have,” I say, messing with him just a bit. “Because I still need more from you.”
“Maybe you do,” he says. “But I’m not sure how much more I can give you. I’m ready to cum and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
“Then let’s take care of that,” I say.
“I’ll give it a shot,” Chris says. “But I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
“Don’t worry about the length of time,” I say. “Just worry about how hard and rough you can get. That’s what really matters to me at this point.”
Chris takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “If you insist.”
“I do, I do,” I say, grinning at him. “I want you to fuck me with everything you have. I want you to punish me. To break me in half.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Chris says. He takes a series of deep breaths and lets them out quickly, getting himself back into the right mindset. Once that’s done, he undoes his belt, releasing my arms from their trapped position behind my back, then spins me around on the couch and positions me so my knees are on the cushions and my arms are gripping the back of the couch and my ass is facing him.
“Are you ready to get fucked?” he asks, smacking my ass with an open palm.
“Fuck yes,” I reply. “I can’t wait.”
Chris slaps my ass again, this time on the other cheek. He grabs me by the hips and pulls my body back a little bit and pushes my legs open further. Then he slides his cock into me.
We both let out simultaneous groans as he enters me, his cock filling up my soaking wet pussy. He immediately starts hammering away at me from behind, slamming his cock deep inside me, his hips bouncing up against my ass with serious force.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry. “Pound me with your fucking cock! Pound me with it!”
And pound me he does, his hands on my hips to pull me backwards as he thrusts forward, our flesh smacking together loud enough to fill the room with sounds of wetness.
“Give it to me, give it to me!” I cry. “Fuck that pussy like there’s no tomorrow. Punish it, fucking punish it!”
I tilt my head back, sending my hair spilling down my shoulders. Chris immediately grabs ahold of my hair and gives it a harsh tug, tilting my chin towards the ceiling.
“That’s right, that’s right,” I cry. “Pull my hair! Pull my fucking hair!”
I can hear him grunting more loudly now as he approaches orgasm. But I still need more from him if I’m going to cum again before he does.
“Come on you little piece of shit!” I yell. “You can do better than this. Fuck me harder! I need it harder! Show me what you got!”
Chris lets out a deep growl starts fucking me with even more intensity, his body slamming into mine so hard that I can barely breath while he rears back and yanks on my hair, stretching my neck out and forcing me to arch my spine and tilt my chin higher towards the ceiling to relieve some of the pressure.
“That’s it,” I scream. “That’s it! But you can do it harder still! Come on, you can give it to me harder! Fuck me like you mean it goddammit! Fuck me harder!”
“Yeah?” Chris says between breathless grunts. “You want it harder?”
“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
Chris releases my hair and grabs me around and waist and lifts me up then drops me back down on the couch so I’m folded in half at the waist. Both my knees are still on the couch but now my head is down next to them, smashed in between the cushions where the backrest meets the seat.
Chris rises up higher, putting both feet on the couch for more leverage and altering the angle of his cock sliding into my pussy, allowing him to penetrate me more deeply. Towering over me now, he pushes on the back of my head, pressing my face deeper into the cushions while he continues to fuck me doggy style.
I’m grunting a
nd groaning louder now, as Chris slams into me, fucking me with reckless abandon, his animalistic groans in time with his thrusts, my screams of pleasure muffled by the couch cushions.
Hammering away at me like a madman, Chris holds me down while he fucks me. Even though my arms are no longer bound behind my back, my positioning on the couch leaves me completely helpless, with no control whatsoever, which heightens my pleasure to the fullest, eventually bringing yet another orgasm crashing down on me.
I’m too far gone right now even for words. The sounds coming from my mouth are of the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Chris fucks me into oblivion. I turn my head slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of him as he slams into me and for some reason this puts me over the edge. I scream into the couch cushions as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful.
But Chris still doesn’t slow down. He’s in his own world now, oblivious to my whims, to my wants, to my needs. Which is just fine by me. That’s why I came to him tonight, after all, because I wanted to be owned, dominated, fucked into submission. And what a fine job he’s doing.
It isn’t long before Chris is ready to cum. He doesn’t say anything specific, but I can tell from the way he’s cursing under his breath and hammering away at my ass with more urgency than ever before that he was right there.
“Cum inside me, baby,” I say, turning my head just enough so I catch his eyes with my own. “I want to feel your sperm inside me.”
He grunts in assent and slams his cock into me a couple more times before he lets out one last curse, sharp and harsh, then his body releases as his orgasm overtakes him.
Chris holds his cock deep inside me as he shoots his load, filling up my insides with his hot sperm, shooting out what seems like gallons of it while he slowly moves against me, wringing out every last little bit from his cock.
Once he’s finally run dry, he backs off, letting his cock slip out of my pussy. He flops down onto the couch next to me, gasping deeply, trying to refill his lungs with air.
With his sperm still filling me up, I spin around on the couch, so I’m sitting properly, positioned right next to him.
As Chris watches, I slip two fingers into my pussy and start exploring around, loosening myself up while I wait for gravity to do it’s work. A few seconds later, the process begins, and I slide my fingers out of my pussy and cup my hand right beneath it.
“Want to see something nasty?” I say.
Smiling, Chris nods his head.
As he looks on, I squeeze my insides, forcing his cum to drip out of my pussy and into the palm of my hand. Once there’s a good portion in my palm, I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick it clean.
Chris laughs under his breath and shakes his head in amazement as I tilt my head back and swallow his cum down.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking nasty.”
“You say that like you’re surprised,” I say.
“That’s because I am,” Chris replies. “Don’t get me wrong, I knew you loved to fuck, but I had no idea you were this depraved.”
“Hell, you haven’t seen nuthin’ yet,” I say. “This was a 6, maybe a 7 on a scale of 10.”
“So it gets even nastier than this?”
“Oh yeah,” I say. “And maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll experience it first hand.”
“I can’t wait,” Chris says.
“Well, how long you have to wait is up to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean?” I ask. “How long until you’re ready to go again?”
“Tonight?” he says.
“Sure,” I reply. “Why not? Can’t you go twice in one night?”
“Hell, I can go more than twice.”
“Prove it,” I say.
“I will,” he replies, smiling. “Just give me about fifteen minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say. “As long as you promise to be ready to turn it up a notch.”
“I do,” he says. “I absolutely do.”
“Good,” I say, standing up and taking his hand and heading towards the bathroom. “Then lets get ourselves cleaned up so we can get all dirty again.”
He’s got a huge smile on his face as he follows me into the bathroom. I start the shower and we climb in and it isn’t long before we’re going at it again.
Just another day in the life of a dirty slut.
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