Kristina takes a moment to recover, then pulls her pussy off my cock and turns around and pushes my shoulders down so I’m lying down with my back to the floor and my face towards the ceiling.
“Now it’s my turn to take control for a little while,” she says, straddling me, her knees on the floor on either side of my body. Staring down at me with a smile on her face, she grabs ahold of my cock and holds it upright as she eases her pussy onto it, taking just the tip of it inside her and holding it there for a couple seconds before lowering the rest of herself down onto me.
With her palms on the floor alongside my head, Kristina rides my cock, leaning forward so her perky little tits are in my face. I attach my mouth to one of her nipples while she moves her ass forward and back, still staring down at me.
I put my hands on her hips and help Kristina bounce up and down on me, impaling herself on my cock. Then I let my hands drop and slap her ass. She bites down on her bottom lip and nods her head and starts hammering herself down on me even harder. I slap her ass again. She replies by raising her upper body up and riding me even more aggressively than ever, her entire weight slamming down on me now.
“You like that?” she says. “You like when I ride your cock? When I bounce up and down on you like a fucking jackhammer?”
In reply I grab a handful of her hair and yank back on it, tilting her chin to the ceiling and arching her spine, displaying her perky little tits more prominently. Hanging onto her hair with one hand, I use the other to give her tits a smack, first one and then the other.
“Hit me harder,” she says, practically snarling the words while she glares down at me with fire in her eyes. Kristina is totally into it now. “Fucking hit me harder.”
So I do, releasing her hair and slapping away at her tits with both hands. The sounds of flesh on flesh fill the room like a gunshot, echoing about, combining with the animal noises coming out of both our mouths to create a veritable symphony of sex.
Close to the point of no return now, I roll Kristina over, putting her on her back. She grabs her legs and spreads them wide, pulling back on them a little bit, her legs straight, her muscles taut.
“Is this how you want me?” she asks, the little half-smile back on her face. “Spread wide and waiting for you?”
“That’s exactly how I want you,” I say, sliding my cock into her pussy and hammering away, my hands squeezing her inner thighs. I’m finally starting to loosen up, getting my groove back, losing the last vestiges of my embarrassment.
I smack Kristina’s thigh. She yelps and begs for me to do it again. So I smack the other side.
“Is that what you want?” I say.
This time Kristina is the one who nods instead of replying with words.
“You like it like that, don’t you?” I say. “You like it rough you fucking little slut.”
“I love it like that,” she says. “I fucking love it rough.”
I smack her inner thigh again, harder than ever, no longer worried about hurting her. She’s proven she can take it without any problem.
She releases her legs and starts rubbing her pussy while I smack the inside of her thighs some more, trading off from one side to the other, until both are red, while slamming my cock into her pussy with every last ounce of energy I have.
“Fuck me harder,” she screams. “Break me in fucking half! Turn me fucking inside out!”
Kristina grabs my hand and sticks my fingers in her mouth. I jam them down her throat, making her gag. A few seconds later I pull my hand out and wrap it around her neck, choking her as I pound away at her pussy. Her face turns red and she’s gasping for breath as I focus all my energy on her, choking her with one hand while continuously slapping away at various parts of her body with the other while hammering away at her pussy with my cock, my body slamming down into hers as I rise towards orgasm.
And then I’m there.
I release her throat and slip my cock out of her pussy and scramble to my feet, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her to her knees as I rise. I don’t have to say a word; Kristina knows the drill.
She grabs my cock and slaps it against her cheek a couple times, then takes it in her mouth, working the head of my cock with her lips while her hand jerks my shaft.
No more than five seconds later I utter a string of obscenities under my breath, then my body tenses up for a moment before releasing, sending a stream of white sperm rocketing from the tip of my cock.
With her head tilted up slightly and her eyes wide and looking straight into mine, she jerks me off while I cum, sending my sperm spraying everywhere; into her mouth, on her face, her neck, her hair.
She continues working my cock with her hand until it runs dry, then wraps her lips around it and uses her mouth to suck the last couple drops from me as I shiver in pleasure.
Looking up at me with her cum-covered face and a big smile, Kristina laughs and shakes her head.
“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious once again. An unwanted bi-product from the last six months.
“Don’t be so jumpy,” Kristina says, standing up. “It’s nothing. I’m just . . . surprised, that’s all.”
“About what?”
“Your skills,” she says, grabbing a hand towel out of her purse and wiping the cum off her face. “It was a lot more fun than I expected it to be tonight, that’s all. Especially after the way the evening started.”
“Sorry about that,” I say. “Like I said earlier, it’s been a while since I’ve done something like this.”
“How long, exactly?” she asks as she gathers up her clothes.
“Six month or so. I used to do it all the time but I decided to try and go the traditional route for a while. You know, a relationship and all that.”
“How’d that go?” Kristina asks. I can tell from the look on her face that it’s a rhetorical question but I decide to answer anyway.
“About as well as it did the first couple times I tried it,” I say. “Which is why I gave you a call.”
“And I’m glad that you did,” Kristina says, sliding her pants on and then slipping her shirt over her shoulders.
“Oh, you’re just saying that to be nice,” I say.
“No I’m not,” she says. “Trust me, I don’t bother saying things I don’t mean.” She leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek, then heads for the door. “I had fun, I really did.”
The funny thing is, I actually believe her. Not that it matters though. Even if she is telling the truth I’m still gonna have to pay her if I want to fuck her again. Which is exactly how I want it, to be honest. No games, no bullshit, no messy emotions. Just sex, with no strings attached. Once you got past the money part, of course.
Kristina flashes me one last smile then exits the room. And just like that, she’s gone. And so am I. Until next time, of course. Which isn’t going to be too long from now. Whether you like it or not, I’m back in the saddle again. Or something like that.
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