She Asked For It

You’d warned her.

Hell, you’d almost tried to persuade her away from it.

Emma insisted.

That’s how you ended up with her sitting back against the headboard of the bed, holding her hands pinned to it above her head, as you fucked her mouth. She was moaning and drooling, the spittle dripping from her lips every time you pulled your cock from her mouth so she could take a wet gasp for breath. Only one or two before you slid your cock back into her mouth again.

You were fucking her mouth roughly and judging by the look in her eyes and the grin on her lips whenever they weren’t wrapped around your shaft, she was loving it.

The Sodemeyer sisters really were peas in a pod when it came to how they liked their kinks.

You drove your cock back into her mouth, thrusting firmly but never forcing your way into her throat - she hadn’t deepthroated you on her own before, and the angle wasn’t right to start doing that. Right angles and everything.

Still, there was plenty you could do without her swallowing your cock, and between Gemma and Sabrina your girlfriends had given you plenty of useful ideas and information on how to make the facefucking intimate and filthy at the same time. You distended her cheeks, pressing your cockhead to one side or the other. You fucking her lips exclusively with short little thrusts. You took it slow with a couple of tests, but you even ended up rubbing your spit-covered cock over her face as she panted for breath and stuck out her tongue to lick your balls.

Pulling out of her mouth again, and went to one knee and grabbed Emma’s face with one hand. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, giving you an “Aaaah!” as she wordlessly asked for more.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” you asked her.

“Mhmm,” she grunted, nodding.

You sighed, shaking your head a little. “You’re a little freak, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, nodding again. Her eyes were big and focused on yours, her makeup now smeared way more than from the first time the two of you had sex. She looked like a hooker after a bad night on some Cop drama show, except there was joy in her eyes. That was also the most emotion you’d seen from her the entire trip so far.

You slipped your hand down from holding her chin and cheeks to her throat - just holding her, not **** her. Testing boundaries to see if you were brushing up against any yet. Your other hand wedged between her skinny thighs and rubbed two fingers across her pussy. It was swamped and slick, and you were able to drive two fingers into her almost immediately. A third joined shortly after, stretching her tight little hole.

“You can always tell me to stop,” you said evenly. “But you aren’t going to, are you?”

“No,” she whispered, then bit her lower lip hard.

“Are you going to be my little fuck toy, then?” you asked. “Are you going to let me do everything I want to you until your body is limp and completely fucked into a coma?”

“I want to be your little fuck toy,” she whispered.

“What was that?” you asked, doubling down. “I didn’t quite catch that, Emma.”

“I’m your little obedient fuck toy,” she said, then leaned forward and pressed her throat harder against your hand in a needy, lewd display. Just like her sister would.

You worked your fingers inside her roughly, a squishing, sloshing sound soon coming from her as she moaned like a whore and closed her eyes as she was overwhelmed by the sensation.

Then, all at once, you pulled both hands away and left her gasping from the loss of your touch. You didn’t leave her alone for long, though - you grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her down the bed until you were standing next to it and you’d manhandled her to her knees at the edge, her ass pointing back at you.

“Arch your back,” you told her, firmly pressing down on her middle back and directing her. “More. Good. Now your little booty is properly displayed. Do you know why it needs to be properly displayed?”

“Because you’re going to do something to it?” she guessed.

“Because you’re offering for me to do what I want to it,” you corrected her. Then you gave her right cheek a spank that made her gasp hard. “Like that.” You trailed a thumb down her buttcrack and through her labia, hooking it over her clit for a moment and making her grunt and shiver. “Or like that.”

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.

You gave her left cheek a spank, earning another gasp. Then you grabbed both cheeks firmly and raked your fingers down them firmly. “Should I turn this little ass red?” you asked her.

“You can do whatever you want to it, Sir,” Emma said.

You leaned down over her, kissing her shoulder and then pressing your lips to her ear, letting the ‘Mister Boss’ voice go for a moment. “Does spanking you give you a thrill that you want to explore more, or is it just pain?” you asked gently.

“Um, uh,” Emma gulped, trying to follow your change of pace. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” you chuckled, softly massaging her ass cheek with one hand.

“Spank me more?”

Your massage turned rougher, gripping her cheek with clawed fingers.

And then you started to spank her. You varied the strengths and where you hit, from her upper thighs and across her cheeks, and even giving her puffy, lippy pussy a few firm smacks that had her moaning into the mattress and her legs shaking. Once her ass was a warm pink under your touch you grabbed her near her knees and manhandled her again, this time just getting her to spread them a little more.

“Now, little fuck toy, show me your pussy. Show me your slutty little pussy the way you want me to see it,” you told her.

Emma sobbed, not in sorrow or any emotion really, but just out of horniness as she reached between her legs and spread her labia in one of her lewd displays until her entire cunt was open, her little fuck hole flexing in hunger at the same pulsing rhythm as her anal ring.

You spit on it, from up close as you knelt next to the bed, and your spittle spattered her pretty pink core.

“Oooooh,” she moaned, starting to rub it in.

“What do you want me to do with the little hole, Emma?” you asked.

“Fuck me please, Sir,” she grunted.

“That didn’t sound like much of a question. It sounded like you were telling me what to do.”

“Please, John - please fuck my little hole. Fuck me like you’re taking my virginity all over again. Fuck me until your cum is pouring out my ears, you fill me up so much. I want to feel that big cock stirring my guts again.”

You shook your head again, though she couldn’t see it since she was face down into the mattress as she humped her hips blindly. Begging.

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