A Very Naughty Lady

by Vicki Harper

  Tears were pouring down Kristina’s face but her eyes painted a different picture. They were wide open and filled with ecstasy.

  “Please stop,” she says between deep breaths. “Please. I need . . . a break. Please!” Although the words said one thing, her tone said another. It was filled with pleasure, not pain.

  “I thought you said you could handle whatever I could dish out,” I said, still not quitting even though my forearm was starting to burn.

  “Not this,” Kristina said, practically hyperventilating now. I was amazed she could still form words. “Not this. It feels . . . too . . . too good.”

  “Too good? You want me to stop because it feels too good?”

  “Yes!” she cried, her body shimmying as another orgasm ran through her system.

  “You know how crazy that sounds, right?” I asked, still hammering away at her pussy with my fingers.

  “Yes!” she screamed. “But it has to stop. Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!”

  I considered her offer for a moment, but ultimately said, “Nah. Sorry. I’m enjoying myself too much right now.”

  Kristina’s eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a low guttural moan.

  Laughing out loud, totally getting off on the power I had over Kristina, I banged away at her pussy with all of my fingers for another full minute before finally yanking my fingers out of her snatch.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Kristina said as she caught her breath. “I never would have guessed that pure pleasure could be so intense.”

  “Yeah, it’s kind of strange huh,” I said. “You can handle all sorts of pain but you don’t have that high of a pleasure tolerance. I think that says something about you.”

  “You think?” she said sarcastically.

  Smiling at her little quip, I said, “It’s good to see you can recover quickly though. It only took you three seconds to get your attitude back.”

  “Hell, I’m just surprised you were able to make it go away for that long.”

  “Tell me about it,” I said. “Well, back to the fun, eh?”

  “Let’s do it,” Kristina said.

  And just like that, we were back in filth mode. I pushed down on her shoulders and she knelt to the ground without any resistance whatsoever. I shifted my hands to her head and grabbed ahold of her hair, using it to hold her head against the wall.

  “Open your mouth,” I said.

  Kristina obliged, opening it wide. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked up at me.

  I jammed my cock into her mouth and immediately started hammering her with it, giving her the entire thing in long, fast strokes.

  After the third or fourth pump, Kristina’s lips closed around my cock. I immediately pulled it out. Then I gave her a smack on the cheek.

  “Did I tell you to close your mouth?” I asked.

  “No,” Kristina said.

  “That’s right,” I said. “I didn’t. This time keep it open. No matter what. Understand?”

  Kristina nodded but she didn’t look happy about it. But I knew that she really was. She was just playing the part.

  Once that was settled, I stuck my cock back inside her mouth and started pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds and loads of saliva escaped from her throat as I pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of my cock I gave her. Which meant it was time to take things further.

  “Stick your tongue out,” I said.

  Kristina did as she was told; I could feel her tongue touching my balls as I fucked her face. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears were dripping down her cheek, making her mascara run, which was sexy as shit. But there was no hint of distress in her eyes, which was something I wanted to change.

  I continued giving her my entire cock, from tip to base, relentlessly pounding it in and out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with my hands.

  The gagging was growing louder with every passing second but I didn’t let up, jamming my cock into her throat until her nose was poking into my stomach before pulling it almost all the way out, only to give it to her again before she could catch her breath.

  This went on for more than thirty seconds before I decided to mix things up. I slammed my cock into her throat one last time and held it there, my cock all the way down her throat.

  “Look at me,” I said as she struggled to deepthroat me.

  Kristina shifted her gaze upward as best she could while keeping my cock in her throat, looking up at me with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes. But still she wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort or distress. So I kept my cock all the way down her throat, holding her head in place with my hands, not letting her move.

  Ten seconds into it, Kristina coughed. Three seconds later she gagged and tried to pull away.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” I said, not letting up one bit.

  I knew Kristina wasn’t in any danger. She still had way too much energy to burn. But her body didn’t agree, and she struggled some more, trying desperately to get some air into her lungs. But still I held her head in place and my cock deep in her throat.

  After a few more seconds, she gagged again, followed by a deep, resonant cough that I could feel all the way down to my balls.

  Kristina was panicking now, her head shaking from side to side and her muscles straining, but because of her bonds she didn’t have enough leverage to escape the situation.

  It wasn’t until Kristina’s protestations become weaker that I finally eased up on the pressure and let go of her hair.

  Her head immediately snapped back and she gasped for breath, her chest heaving. Saliva was dripping down her face, covering her tits, pooling on the carpet. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, making a mess of her makeup. She coughed and hacked and let her head hang down, her body slumped over, exhausted from the exertion.

  Before Kristina could fully recover, I stood up and led her over to the couch by her hair. She had to crawl quickly on her hands and knees to avoid falling over. Once there, I reached down and picked her up. She let out a little whoop of surprise as I spun her until she was upside-down on the couch with her feet draped over the back. Her head was hanging upside-down, just off the cushions, the top of her head almost touching the floor.

  “Something new, huh?” Kristina said, her voice more raw and less composed than before. It was good to know that I was getting to her, at least a little.

  “Sort of,” I replied. “A new position but the same old thing, at least for a couple more minutes.”

  “Bring it on,” she said.

  “Oh, I intend to,” I said as I dropped to my knees and sidled up to her and stuck my cock in her open mouth once again. With my hands on her tits for leverage, I proceeded to fuck her face, giving her my entire cock right from the beginning, slamming it into her mouth, my balls slapping up against her forehead at the end of every thrust.

  Kristina was making loud gagging sounds beneath me but wasn’t struggling to get away. In fact, she reached her hands around my waist and was pulling me towards her with every thrust.

  “That’s right,” I said. “Take that cock. Take the whole fucking thing in your mouth.”

  I slid one of my hands down her stomach and slipped three fingers into her pussy and started banging away while continuing to fuck her face. Kristina’s legs quivered and the sloppy, moaning sounds coming from her mouth got more intense.

  I continued pumping her mouth, moving in and out at a regular, consistent pace, not too quick, not too slow, but giving her my entire cock every time.

  The upside-down face-fucking caused Kristina to produce buckets of saliva. It dripped down her face, got into her nose, covered her forehead, lodged in her hair. And my cock was a wet, sloppy, disgustingly awesome mess.

  After slamming my cock into her one last time, I pulled my hips back, extracting my cock from her mouth. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and stood up.

  I reac
hed out grabbed her ankles, one in each hand, and lifted them up, pulling her upper body further up on the couch until the back of her head was lying on the seat cushion instead of hanging off.

  I quickly turned around so I was facing the same direction as she was, then dropped onto the couch, one knee on each side of her head. I was straddling Kristina’s face, my ballsack hovering directly above her mouth. Her head was framed by my legs.

  “Open up,” I said.

  Kristina opened her mouth.

  “Wider,” I said.

  Smiling, she did as she’d been instructed.

  “That’s better,” I said as I proceeded to drop my balls into her mouth. “Now suck on them.”

  A moan of pleasure escaped from my throat as Kristina went to work on my balls. I pressed my cock down against her face, rubbing it on her cheeks, rolling it over her nose, transferring the saliva from my cock onto her face, leaving it a glistening, sloppy mess.

  “Are you still enjoying yourself?” I asked, looking down at her.

  Kristina nodded. Her eyes were gleaming, full of anticipation.

  “I’m sure you are,” I said. “But not as much as I’m going to be in a minute.”

  Staring down at her, I jerked myself off as she continued sucking on my balls. The feeling was intense, consisting of just the right combination of pleasure and pain.

  “Do you like that?” I asked. “Do you like having my balls in your mouth?”

  Kristina said something that sounded like yes but it was hard to tell with her mouth so full.

  “Yeah, I bet you do,” I said.

  I pulled my balls out of Kristina’s mouth and replaced them with my cock, shoving it down her throat and holding it there for a couple of seconds before pulling it back out and slipping my balls back into it again.

  I did this until I’d had enough of Kristina sucking on my balls, then I stood up and turned around as though I was going to take a seat on the couch, but instead of plopping down on one of the cushions I spread my legs and dropped my ass directly onto her face.

  Squatting over her with one hand on the armrest and the other jerking myself off, I rubbed my asshole up and down Kristina’s face, riding her nose and mouth with my crack, forcing her to taste my ass.

  “Tongue out,” I said. “And keep it there.”

  She obliged.

  “Good girl,” I said, riding her tongue with my asshole, keeping enough pressure on Kristina’s face that she couldn’t squirm away but not too much that she couldn’t breathe.

  I grudgingly relinquished the hold on my cock and leaned forward so I could play with Kristina’s tits. I grabbed ahold of one and gave it a good squeeze before switching over to the other. I pinched one of her nipples and gave it a little twist, eliciting a gasp and a shimmy from her.

  Laughing softly, I pinched her other nipple, pulled on it for a moment or two, then rubbed my fingers together with the nipple still between them. It was hard as stone beneath my fingers. Kristina let out a moan and squirmed beneath me but I dropped my ass further down on her face, muffling her cries, and continued to play with her nipple.

  When I finally climbed off Kristina’s face it was red and her eyes were watering and she was breathing in deep, lurching gasps but although she looked like she was beat, her wide smile told a different story.

  “I still haven’t even approached your limits yet, have I?”

  Kristina shook her head. “The depths of my depravity are virtually unlimited,” she said.

  I laughed. “It sure seems like it. But I’m going to get back to mining them a bit.. I’ve got a little bit of steam left in me before I shoot my load.”

  “By all means,” Kristina said. “Let’s get back to the task at hand.”

  “Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I plan to.”

  Smiling wickedly, I roughly pulled her off the couch and onto her feet. After spinning her around so her back was to me, I undid the belt holding her arms together, freeing them up for the first time in a while.

  “Hands and knees,” I said.

  She dropped down. Her back was arched, ass sticking up in the air, shoulder blades visible against her back. Her legs were pressed together, still trapped by the skirt around her thighs.

  I dropped to my knees and sidled up to her. My legs were just outside hers and my cock was lying on top of her tight little ass. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and settled my cock in between them then pressed her cheeks back together, trapping my cock in the crack of her ass.

  Holding her cheeks together with my hands, I dry-fucked the crack of her ass for a bit, my balls slapping against her pussy as I bounced back and forth against her.

  After a few pumps I released her ass cheeks, freeing my cock, then guided it towards her pussy. Because of the skirt still trapping her legs together, it took a bit of negotiating to get the angle right but once the tip was inside her it slid in easily.

  She moaned as my cock entered her. But she quickly cut off the sound, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of knowing she was enjoying getting penetrated after all the foreplay, which just turned me on even further. It was like she could read my mind.

  I started off slowly, giving her my whole cock in controlled thrusts, looking down at her ass, watching my cock as it moved in and out of her pussy. It was glistening with her juices; because of her trapped legs, her pussy was tighter than usual but she was so wet it didn’t matter at all.

  I gradually began to pick up steam, still giving her my entire cock with every pump but moving faster against her. It wasn’t long before our bodies were slamming together, my hips bouncing off her ass at the bottom of every thrust, my balls slapping up against the underside of her stomach as my cock bottomed out in her pussy.

  Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, biting down on her groans so as to stifle any sounds of enjoyment trying to escape her lips, pretending like I wasn’t affecting her at all. Seeing this, I began to pummel her even more aggressively, using her hips for leverage, giving her everything I had. Her entire body moved a couple inches forward every time we came together.

  “Have I got to you yet?” I asked without slowing down one bit.

  “Not so much,” she says between thrusts. She still wasn’t giving me the satisfaction of making any of the noises that normally came with a good fucking but I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. Especially if I ramped things up even further.

  I gave her a good hearty slap on the ass. She flinched but held her squeal inside. I smacked it again. Another flinch but still no noise. So I slapped it again. And again. And again until it was bright red. Tears were running down her eyes but still she made no sounds, neither of delight nor pain.

  I relaxed for a moment, leaving my dick inside her but not moving for a few heartbeats. I needed to recover. The little break allowed her the same opportunity.

  “Is that all you got?” she said after catching her breath. Her tone was sarcastic but the look on her face painted a different story. She was enjoying herself immensely.

  “No, I’ve got more for you.”

  “Then give it to me already,” she said. “I’m getting bored.”

  Smiling fiercely, I went back to work, picking up right where I left off, pummeling her pussy without any build-up. I grabbed ahold of her hair and gave it a yank, forcing her to arch her back and allowing me deeper inside her.

  Although she wasn’t enjoying the straight fucking nearly as much as the perverted shit that had come before it, I was enjoying it more. The actual act of penetration, especially after so much build up, felt way too good to last very long. Which is why I’d spent so much time on the foreplay. To make Kristina feel like she was getting something out of it. Because if I would have started fucking her earlier I wouldn’t have lasted long enough to give her what she needed.

  Which was just a long way of saying that I was pretty close to cumming already, even though I’d only been fucking her for a short time. But I still wante
d to do a few more things to her before we finished up, so I climbed up off my knees and slid my feet under my legs.

  Crouching down so my cock wouldn’t slip out of her pussy, I took a couple steps forward until my legs were straddling her body, giving me far more leverage than ever before. Maintaining my grip on her hair I started hammering away at her like there was no tomorrow, my legs working feverishly beneath me. Kristina’s body threatened to collapse every time I reached the bottom but somehow she held her position.

  I think Kristina knew I was getting closer to being done and decided to help me get there, because she suddenly broke her silence with a vengeance. Her screams of pleasure were loud and guttural, animalistic and hearty. It was like if a dam had burst in her throat and started spilling sounds.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I pummeled her. “Give me that cock. Give it to me! Right there, right fucking there! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Yes! Yes! YES! Treat me like the little fucking whore I am!”

  Her talking riled me up even further, bringing me right to the point of orgasm. I realized it was a good thing she had kept quiet when I had initially started fucking her proper, otherwise I wouldn’t have lasted nearly this long.

  I released her hair and slowed down in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly but she didn’t let up one bit, bouncing her ass back against my cock, doing all of the work. I thought about backing away and pulling my cock out of her but felt too good, so I decided against it for the time being.

  But less than a minute later I realized that if I didn’t switch things up real soon, I was going to blow my load. And I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. I still wanted to fuck Kristina in one more position before I was done for the night. So I reluctantly pulled back, yanking my cock out of her pussy.

  “What’s the matter?” Kristina asked, looking back at me with a nasty grin. She was still on her hands and knees, doggy-style, her ass sticking up in the air, taunting me with its perfection.

  “You know,” I said.

  “You were about to cum, weren’t you?”