A little disappointed

Emily lay with her eyes closed, feeling oddly tranquil trapped underneath Bill’s weight. She continued to slowly move her hips up and down, enjoying the stretching feeling as she came back down to Earth. Now that Bill had stopped his ****, she began to really notice how different the condom made it feel. It felt much less intimate, much less dirty. She wasn’t feeling the usual thrill of being so closely coupled with a dirty old man. Still, she was also not worrying about accidentally ending up pregnant. After slowly gyrating her hips for a moment longer, she lazily opened her eyes to see Bill looking down at her with an evil smirk on his face.

He suddenly rolled onto his back, bringing Emily with him so she was left straddling him. “You didn’t think you’d get a break already, did you? But I do think it’s your turn to put in some effort in. So get bouncing!” he commanded, slapping her across one of her perky tits. Emily yelped and began working her pussy up and down his shaft. “Come on, slam yourself down on that dick like you’re trying to get it to come out your mouth!” He delivered another slap to her other tit with a crack that echoed around the room. Emily yelped in surprise, yet dutifully began slamming herself down with more ****. She’d raise herself up until only his head remained inside her pussy, her pussy lips tightly wrapped around his cock and resisting the motion. Then she’d drop herself with her full body weight, grunting when his cock head would slam into the top of her uterus.

Emily’s muscled legs and athlete's stamina let her keep up an impressive pace, yet Bill still slapped her breasts, or occasionally grabbed her nipples to pull her down harder, whenever he noticed the smallest drop in her pace. It was Bill yanking down hard on her engorged nipples as he thrust up into her that sent her into her second orgasm. Her whole body began shaking as she let out short, sharp moans. Her belly was rippling as her pussy contracted around Bill’s cock, her tits jiggling deliciously.

All too soon she was coming down, the feeling that the condom was keeping her from reaching her peak pleasure returning, stronger now. Her contracting pussy seemed to tell her that it was working for nothing, that it wouldn’t be able to actually get the reward it was trying to milk from Bill’s cock.

As soon as she appeared to have stopped convulsing, Bill slapped her hard on the bottom of her tit. “Well come on, I’m not even close yet, lazy bitch!”

Emily jumped and began pumping herself up and down his cock again. Bill grinned at the disappointed look on her face. “So, was I right about the condom feeling worse than getting stuffed with raw cock?”

Emily could only moan in response as Bill’s cock smashed into her now tender pussy. He let loose yet another slap on her reddened tits. “Come on slut, be honest, does it feel better without the condom?”

Emily just moaned and began dropping herself harder onto his cock, each thrust pushing the air out of her lungs in a gasp. Bill looked on with a sinister glint in his eyes as Emily pounded her abused pussy rather than answer the question. He let her continue for several more thrusts, before reaching out and grabbing her clit between his thumb and finger and gradually applying more and more pressure.

“Answer the fucking question! Dumb bitch.”