Chapter 94: POUNDING THE GIRL 004

“I want your cock.”

“Again,” I say.

“Give me your cock,” she says. “Fuck me with your big hard cock.”

I do as she asks, sliding my dick inside her, about halfway at first, taking it slow,. In and out I move, picking up steam as I go along, getting into a rhythm. She’s moaning, crying out in time with my thrusts as I go deeper and deeper, pounding her, in-out, in-out, in-out, her tight, tiny little pussy stretching, and she’s screaming “Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!” and I oblige, grabbing her legs just under her knees and pushing her legs back towards her head, holding her legs down, folding her in half.

I fuck her harder, slamming into her, going deeper, and deeper and deeper still until she’s screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!” and then I give one final thrust and just hold it there, all the way inside her, balls deep, and she’s shuddering and pressing up against me, grinding on my pelvis, squeezing my cock with her insides, making guttural, animal sounds, her eyes closed, her face screwed up with exertion, tightening, tightening, tightening, then releasing me with a rush of breath.

“I want to taste my pussy,” she says. “Come on baby, let me taste it.”

I slide back and my cock slips out of her dripping wet pussy. She turns on her hands and knees and grabs my cock with her right hand and licks the juices off it, caressing it, running her tongue along the bottom of my shaft.

“Mmmm, I taste so fucking good,” she says.

And then she sticks my cock in her mouth and sucks it off, her tight lips working the tip of my cock while her hands strokes my shaft, making eye contact all the while. She pops it out of her mouth and I pick her up and spin her around. I put her on her back, upside down. Her legs are over the back of the couch where her head would normally be and her head is hanging off the front, down where her feet would normally be.

I get down on my knees so my cock is at the same level as her head.

“Give it to me, baby,” she says. “Stick your fucking cock down my fucking throat.”

So I do, driving it all the way into her waiting mouth. In and out I pump, in and out, my balls smacking her nose, my cock working its way deeper and deeper into her throat. I can feel myself getting close to finishing so I force my cock down her throat one last time and hold it there.

She starts to gag.

“Hold it,” I say.

She gags again, even louder this time.

“Hold it,” I say again.

Her arms start to flail and her gags are even louder.

I hold my cock in her throat for another couple of seconds before pulling out.

She gasps for breath, smiling all the while.

I’m almost done. Another minute or so of good hard fucking and that’ll be it.

I pick her up again, spin her around, put her on all fours.

“Oh, you like it this way, do you?” she says.

I don’t reply with my mouth. Instead I position myself behind her tiny little ass and stick my cock in her from behind and start fucking her.

“Oh my god,” she says in a nasty-sounding half-moan.

I’m real close now; there’s no slowing down. I’m pounding her from behind, her hard, tight ass the perfect receptacle for my rock hard cock.

“Make me yours, make me yours, make me yours,” she moans as I fuck her from behind, our bodies pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh. “Please, please, please fuck me harder! Give it to me, baby, harder harder harder. I want to belong to you. You own me. You own me you own me you own me, you own me, you own me you own me. Please, please, please,” she begs. “Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.”

I grab her pigtails and pull back on her head, forcing her to arch her back, allowing me to penetrate her deeper. My cock glides into her pussy, stretching it, sliding in and out with virtually no resistance, her pussy dripping wet as she moans in pleasure.

“Harder, harder, harder,” she says. “Fuck me harder!”

I drop my hands to her shoulders and I pull back on her body as I pound her, allowing me to penetrate her even deeper still, her tiny ass making my cock look huge.

She turns her head and looks back at me as I fuck her. “I want you to fuck me like I’m the dirtiest, nastiest whore you’ve ever met,” she said. “Harder. Harder! Harder!!!”

I climb to my feet, and move them forward, giving myself more leverage over her, allowing me to slam into her with more force, fucking her as she’s screaming, then pushing her head into the carpet as I stand crouched above her and fuck her pussy from behind, hammering her, making her scream some more, and then I’m right there, just moments away, and I keep pounding, keep pounding, trying to push myself over the edge and then she says, “Cum for me, baby, cum all over me,” and my asshole tightens up and I feel a little tremor move through my body and then another one, more powerful this time, and then the urge is just too great, I’m going to cum, and I’m pulling out and ejaculating all over her back, a huge load, painting her tan, muscular back with white jizz.

I’m leaning back, breathing hard and laughing a little bit and feeling good, feeling the short-lived relief that always comes with blowing my load. She is lying down, her stomach to the floor, her body sweaty with exertion. She turns her head and looks at me and her face is red, her mascara is a mess all over her face. But she’s still smiling, that radiant, bubbly, innocent smile. It looks totally out of place with my cum pooling in the low area at the small of her back but it turns me on, the dichotomy not bothering me in the least.

“You want a towel or something?” I ask.

“That would be great,” she says.

“Hang on a sec, I’ll get you one.”

“Thanks.”

She lays there on the floor while I gather a hand towel and wipe my cum off her back.

“You mind if I jump in the shower?” she says.

“Be my guest,” I reply.

She stands up and comes over to me. She climbs up onto her tiptoes and gives me a little peck on the cheek. “Thanks, baby,” she says. “I needed that.”

“My pleasure,” I say.

She gathers her clothes together and heads off to the bathroom. I head over to the nightstand. I pull my wallet out of a drawer, pull ten $100 bills out of it and walk into the bathroom. She’s already in the shower. I place the bills on the counter next to the sink.

“Thanks again, baby,” she says from the shower. “Next time you’re in town, feel free to give me a call.”

“I will,” I say. “Goodnight.”

“’Night,” she says. She grabs a little bottle of shampoo and starts washing her hair. I leave the bathroom and head over to the bed. I climb on top of the covers, pull out the remote, and throw on Sportscenter. I’m still watching it ten minutes later when she walks out of the bathroom, throws one more wave in my direction, and walks out the door without another word.

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