Max obeys like a good, little slut

His voice didn’t have the usual whiny quality she expected from him. He sounded masculine, hot… Had Sketchy always been this attractive? How had she never noticed?

She cried out when her failure to obey right away earned her backside a resounding slap that sent a ripple through her flesh. Embarrassingly, she felt her body comply right away before she even had the time to consciously make a decision. Her legs shuddered as she moved her butt upwards, feeling the thick, veiny shaft slide out of her which sent sparks up her spine. She moved all the way up until she felt the rim of his head tug at her opening, threatening to pop out, then she reversed direction and pushed down again. Her brow furrowed as a mix of pleasurable shudders and stinging bolts coursed through her frame, but the pain was already receding compared to the initial penetration.

“Good girl!” Sketchy praised as her lower lips firmly kissed the base of his cock.

Max whimpered in response. Her hands went to his spread knees, bracing herself for leverage as she raised her hips for a second thrust. Daring to go quicker, this time, she once again used the entire length of his cock. The emptiness his fat manhood left behind inside her pussy was taking her breath away, but when she forced herself back down, it was like a firework was being set off. Whether she wanted to deny it or not, her pussy loved Sketchy’s cock inside her.

Encouraged, she closed her eyes began to ride him. The pain subsided with every thrust and she soon found her pace, in a long rhythm that made use of the entirety of his length. Leaning forward for balance, she knew she was giving Sketchy a show, letting him see how his big dick stretched her tight pussy wide open, yet, at this point that didn’t matter. Sketchy had seen it all already, now it was about getting her own money’s worth.

“Uuuh!” she shivered as Sketchy took advantage and let his thumb graze across her petite sphincter. The contact was short and gentle, yet it was enough to turn her legs to jelly all the way from her toes to her hips. She had to catch herself so she wouldn’t lose the rhythm she had been working on right away, which she barely managed. His small chuckle told her that her reaction hadn’t gone unnoticed, yet she chose to ignore him.

Sketchy let her work for a bit, simply sitting back and letting her do her thing. She felt his hands on her butt, groping and kneading the firm cheeks and occasionally giving them small spanks that resounded in the deserted alleyway, but so far, he just let her use his cock to do as she pleased. She could hear his breath, almost sense his heartrate, and she knew he was excited by what she was doing, but nothing she sensed told her that he was about to lose control.

“Faster!”

One word, two syllables, yet it was enough for her to obey right away. For a brief moment she wondered whether her genetic constitution had something to do with it, that the scientists at Manticore had intentionally created her in a way that she instinctually followed these orders. Like a good little soldier. Like a good, little slut. It didn’t matter though, and a second later the thought was forgotten as Max bit her bee stung lower lip and rode her man faster.

Her reward was another harsh smack that rippled her flesh and caused her to clench on the thick cock, eliciting another embarrassing, girly squeak.

“There you go, Maxie. More!” Sketchy urged through clenched teeth, “Work that twat!”

Max gasped, then clenched her jaw. A bead of sweat was running down her brow, mixing into the mess that the rough throatfuck had left on her face. She arched her back to peer down the alley when she heard two men drunkenly stagger by the alley. She was in full view of them, riding her friend’s cock like some cheap hussy and all it would take them to see her was to turn their heads and look over. She stared at them as they walked past, yet her hips never even stopped moving.

Then they were gone, heading towards Crash’s entrance and out of her field of view, leaving Max to ponder the fact that she hadn’t even made an attempt to hide. This was bad, sooner or later, someone would spot her acting like a whore…

Her train of thought was cut short when Sketchy’s hands slid around, over her hips to her flat stomach. She felt goosebumps form as his fingertips traced her taut abs, just taking in her soft warm skin, then her breath hitched when his hands snuck beneath her dark blue tanktop. He followed the curve of her ribs, taking her shirt upwards with him until he reached her braless breasts. Max gasped as her bare tits were cupped and firmly squeezed by large, strong hands. Staring down, she watched as a flick of Sketchy’s wrists pushed her top up to bunch above her chest, exposing her firm bust to the cool Seattle night air. Her nipples were hard like small pebbles, puckering against the gentle night wind before they were covered a moment later by Sketchy’s palms.

“Fuck, Sketchy!” she whispered, feeling light-headed as her perky breasts were roughly squeezed. She bucked, instinctively arching towards his hands to allow him to expertly play with her. He pushed her tits together, creating a deep valley of cleavage as he groped them a tad too hard, then let go to let them bounce free. Max gasped when he then captured her tender, pink nipples between his fingers, rolling, then lightly squeezing, then twisting them to make her squirm.

“Come here!” Sketchy muttered, pulling her back towards him until her back was pressed against his chest. For a moment she could feel his hot breath against her ear, then he leaned in to kiss the side of her neck. Her eyes fluttered as he explored her erogenous zones – her pussy, breasts and neck stimulated at the same time. For a moment she froze, overwhelmed by the sensations and that moment was enough for Sketchy to take over.

“Aaah!” she gasped as his thick cock thrust into her from below. While she managed to take him now, he was still too big and him pushing into her took her breath away. Looking down to see where their bodies were joined, she watched the thick shaft disappear inside her slender body. Those big, round balls of his pressing up against her. She had sucked on those balls just a few minutes ago. She could still taste him on her lips.

Now, Sketchy showed her his true skill. He began to fuck her from below, but while she struggled to take him, he didn’t go fast enough for her to get uncomfortable, just giving her as much as she could handle as he pumped her pussy. As he did that, his hands never stopped playing with her breasts, fondling and squeezing them in a firm massage while at the same time he nibbled tenderly on the side of her neck.

“Oooh, Sketchy…” Max heard herself whine, her head lolling to the side to give him more space. It was incredible that Sketchy of all people was fucking her like this, showing her just how good sex really could feel.

“Say you’re my slut, Max!” Sketchy hissed at her, making her bounce up and down in his lap with his thrusts. When she didn’t comply, one of his hands let go of her breasts to quickly squirm between her thighs. She squeaked and twisted when long, slim fingers quickly found her clit and added another layer of delight.

“Say it!” he insisted as she squirmed helplessly. He really was merciless. It took her little more than five seconds to break.

“I’m your slut, Sketchy!” she gasped, her brow furrowing as she desperately attempted to keep it together, “I am your fucking slut! Happy?!”