Perfect tits

Things were moving fast.

Too fast, maybe.

Her body was warm and real beneath mine.

A goth queen, gagged and pinned, right where I’d wanted her.

A hidden spot.

Just us.

She squirmed. But it wasn’t the kind of struggle that meant “no”. It felt ****, like something she was only taught to do in a situation like this.

Her eyes were a different matter. I don’t speak eye language, but I understood. They were wide, dark pools saying “yes” even when the rest of her struggled.

This is the part they’d use against you in court. The part where the guy says, “But her eyes were into it!”.

Sounding like every ****’s excuse ever.

Stop.

This isn’t real.

It’s the app.

A fantasy.

Our feelings here might be genuine, but the scenario—built for pleasure, not pain.

Right?

No backing out.

One of her sneakers had come off during the fall. It laid beside us.

I grabbed it, yanked the lace free. Her confusion shifted to panic as I pulled her wrists together.

A muffled cry against the gag. A real fight now—sharp elbows, twisting shoulders.

But the lace was strong. My hands were steady. I tied her hands together fast.

The knot held tight.

Good.

Her hands were out of the equation now.

She mumbled something into the gag, a frustrated, throaty sound. Like a kitten trying to hiss.

I grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, not too rough, and pressed her head back to the ground. “I think,” I said, my voice lower than I meant it to be, “this is gonna be good for you.”

That just made her tense up more. Her whole body went rigid beneath me, fighting the restraints with a new urgency.

“Stop. Stop!” I commanded.

And she did. Just like that. She froze, her eyes locking onto mine, waiting. Listening. She’d given me the control. The realization hit me like a jolt of electricity.

Right. I’m running this show.

I dug deep, pulling dialogue from some dark corner of my mind, from things I’d seen but never done. “You’ve been a bad girl. …And I think you need to be punished.”

She grunted, a low, defiant sound, and shot me a look that could curdle milk. It was almost cute.

“Bet no one’s ever done this to you before.”

I reached down and flicked her nipple, hard, through the thin fabric of her top.

She jerked like I’d sent a shock through her, a sharp, full-body flinch. A strangled gasp caught in her throat.

Her face was flushed deep red now. She was breathing hard, quick little puffs against the scarf gagging her.

Holy fuck.

I’m no expert, but you don’t need to be. This wasn’t pain. This was something else entirely.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

She shook her head, a frantic, **** no. A liar.

I flicked the other one.

Her eyes slammed shut. Her back arched off the ground, a silent plea she couldn’t voice.

The way she was reacting… it couldn’t be…

I moved my hand. Didn’t think. Just laid my palm flat against her crotch.

Oh.

Yeah.

Soaked. The heat and dampness bled right through her leggings.

A low, muffled moan vibrated against the gag.

And then she was pushing her hips up, grinding against my hand.

Shit.

My mind raced. I could slip my fingers past that wet fabric and finish her right here.

Wait.

I pulled my hand back sharply.

A frustrated, disappointed whine escaped her gag. The sound seemed to surprise even her.

“Greedy bitch,” I grinned, wiping my wet fingers across her flushed cheek.

She turned her face away, rubbing it against her shoulder in a vain attempt to wipe off the touch and the shame.

The **** fight against her own obvious arousal was intoxicating.

She had to feel the hard press of the bulge in my pants against her midsection by now.

“Like I said,” I murmured, my voice dropping. “You need to be punished. First.”

Her eyes went wide as I slowly opened the zipper of her tracksuit, inch by deliberate inch.

A black lace bra.

I hungrily yanked it down.

And then.

Her tits spilled free into the cool air.

Jesus.

I’d never seen anything like them.

All my experiences were with average girls. A solid 6, maybe a 7 on a good day. The kind you settle for because they’re there.

Or let’s be honest, we were both settling.

This girl was a 10. A flawless, hidden-elite-tier 10 that guys like me only see in films. Well, 9 and a half if you count the attitude.

But the tits…

They were 11. SSS-tier.

Not massive, but perfect. Firm, with a beautiful, natural shape and nipples placed just right. The kind of tits you dream about.

She’d stopped squirming. Just watching me, waiting, her breath held.

So I squeezed them.

God.

The feel of them was better than anything I’d imagined. Solid yet soft. I wanted to moan myself.

I kneaded them, pushed them together, molded them in my hands like I was a kid with new Play-Doh. I pulled one up by the nipple, then the other.

It was only when I started getting rough, really tugging on them, that her moans shifted into pained groans.

Right. Her.

“Cool… tits,” I said, my voice awkward as I let them drop.

She looked wrecked. Flushed, sweating, breathing like she’d just run a mile.

Which I… guess she had, but that was not the point.

Stop being awkward.

Right now I’m such a fucking alpha, I’m making her cum just by playing with her tits.

“So… I think… Well, basically, I already made you apologize, back in the store, for being such a bitch. That clearly didn’t work, so now you just have to take your punishment.”

She mumbled something into the scarf, a weak protest.

I was still a bit nervous to do this. You really shouldn’t do something like this to a perfect pair of tits.

But… Violating their perfection was also really fucking hot.

I raised my hand.

And brought it down hard.

SLAP!

The sound echoed in the quiet space. Her flesh jiggled beautifully under the impact.

"MMMPPHHGGFF!!" she screamed into the gag, her body arching off the ground.

Holy shit.

The bounce.

The jiggle.

The red mark spreading across her perfect skin.

The raw power of this was intoxicating.

“This is for being so arrogant.”

SLAP!

Another sharp crack against her other breast. A choked, muffled cry followed.

“And this is for thinking you were above me.”

SLAP!

"MMMFFFFHGGHHHH!"

“This is for being a cunt.”

SLAP!

“And this… just because you deserve it.”

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

The rhythm of impact and her strained cries fed something deep inside me. Her skin bloomed redder with each blow.

The power was mine. All of it.

I had to stop myself, before I lost all control.

I took a deep breath to calm myself, as she whined softly from the pain.

Time to shift.

I decided to take a risk.

I decided to pull the scarf off her face. I somehow felt sure enough that she wouldn’t start screaming.

And she didn’t. She was actually waiting for me to speak first.

Chest heaving, waiting.

“Punishment time is over, girl. Now… do you want a reward for getting through it?”

After a tense moment, a slight, almost imperceptible nod.

“Say it.”

She swallowed, her throat working. “Yes… sir… I wish to be rewarded.”

No fight left. Just raw, honest lust. I’d slapped the bitch right out of her. Now she was all mine.

This is the point of the bdsm video when I give some attention to her pussy, right?

Or, wait, what did they do at this point?

I mean… This was still my fantasy scene, right?

Something the app had created for me to enjoy, to train her, to make her obedient? Technically… There shouldn’t be any reason why I can’t be selfish here.

In fact… I should be selfish. If I wanted to grow more confident.

I tugged my pants down.

Her eyes went wide, nervous.

Mine probably did too. We were both in new territory.

She watched my cock spring free, her interest obvious.

But while she expected me to slide my crotch against hers, it in fact slid upwards.

“Wait, what are you—”

“Shut up.” The command was blunt, automatic.

She did.

I guided myself between her magnificent, well-reddened tits.

God, it was so stupid, but I had always wanted to try this.

Paizuri. Titfuck.

I needed to know how it felt, especially between tits like these.

I squeezed them tight around me and slid in.

Oh, man.

Heaven.

Like a hot, soft vice.

Almost like the real thing if I pressed hard enough.

Her look of disgust only made me harder.

I started moving.

Gently at first, then harder, faster. Rougher.

I wasn’t going to last.

“Ready for your reward, Jennifer?” I panted above her.

She rolled her eyes. I was starting to like that.

“Answer me, bitch.” My voice was harder than I knew it could be.

“Yes, fine, give me your ‘reward’, sir,” she said, heavy on the sarcasm.

Still not quite broken.

“Open your mouth. Tongue out.”

She obeyed, still looking annoyed.

“Beg for it. Beg for your reward.”

She moved her tongue around slightly.

“No. Fucking beg for it,” I grunted, thrusting between her tits at a punishing pace.

Without closing her mouth, she mumbled around her tongue, “Pwease, sir… gif mi yoor big, huuz loood!”

And I came.

A hot, pulsing release all over her face. In her open mouth. Across her beaten tits. Streaking through her dark hair.

I slumped back, breathless.

What a great day in the park. I should go out more.