Fucking Transference

I feast my hands over Scarlet’s breasts, mauling her milky orbs, the tan lines clear across her chest. And then, I pause, remembering that this was what the men in the livestream were doing too.

“I want you to do it like they did,” Scarlet pants, her face flushed red with arousal. “Use me. Make me believe that it was you all along.”

“Because it was just kinky role-play all along, wasn’t it?” I say, going along with her, attacking her tits again, my stiff cock pressing against her belly. “You like that, white bitch?”

“Oh fuck,” she murmurs, fingering herself with such vigour that I wonder if my cock could hope to match it.

“Suck on my cock,” I command her. “We had unfinished business, didn’t we?”

I slap my cock against her face, just like that man did when I first busted in the apartment. Scarlet whimpers.

“Suck on it,” I say, and she looks at me with lust filled eyes, her round lips trailing against the length of my cock.

She parts her mouth, taking me in.

“Fuck yes,” I groan.

She bobs her head slowly against my cock, the heat of her mouth akin to a furnace. But when she maintains the languid pace, I grab her brunette hair.

“If you don’t try harder, I’m going to fuck your face raw,” I say, injecting a threatening bass to my voice.

Scarlet’s eyes widen, her fingers rub against herself faster, and then she picks up her pace, going faster, and then going deeper on me, deep-throating me, gagging on my cock, a mess of saliva and pre-cum swirling in her mouth.

“That’s a good bitch,” I smile, laxening my grip on her hair.

“I like it when you hold it tight,” she says, as soon as she surfaces from my cock.

“I didn’t give you permission to talk, did I?”

I grab her hair tightly again, and then slam my cock down her throat. Her eyes bulge, a moan emitting from her throat, or maybe it’s just a gag. But she gets the message all the same, and returns to blowing me with the same fervour as before.

Scarlet’s a talented cocksucker, that’s for sure, and I find myself having to pull her back by the hair to prevent myself from blowing my load too soon.

“So we know the white bitch can use her pretty mouth,” I smirk. “But we always knew that, from all those speeches you give. The question is, can you use what you’ve got down there?”

I rip her panties downwards, exposing her pink pussy, two fingers of hers still buried down there and thrusting.

“Oh, please don’t do this to me,” Scarlet says, her breaths coming out fast and pitched now. “Your cock is so long, so hard, so big, it would break me so good…”

I grab her hand and slick it out of her pussy, exposing her raw, beautiful cunt to me in its entirety. My cock, steel hard, brushes against the entrance, feeling her lush wetness thrumming on my head as I threaten to bury myself deep inside her.

“This is what you’ve been craving,” I say, rubbing myself against her exterior, feeling her pelvis shift against mine, desperately trying to insert herself onto my cock. “I’m going to take you and make you mine.”

She widens her eyes, hands lightly pushing against my chest, torn between a dozen emotions. I press down on her, my chest pinning her down to the bed, and just like that, my cock spears into her, pushing into her depths in one go.

“Oooh,” she cries.

I grunt in pleasure, her pussy so fucking tight, and then I lean my head over her neck, biting on her neck.

“No marks,” she gasps, gripping my arms tight.

“What about here?” I ask, as I lower down to her tits, grazing my teeth over her nipples.

“Oh fuck…” she manages, and so I bite down, sending a jolt through the rest of her body.

I pound her pussy with a fervour fuelled by hot testosterone, the rabid motion of my cock sledging a hole through her. Quick, dirty slaps sound as I fuck her.

“Tell me how it feels, white bitch,” I say. I lean up close to her ear. “There’s only one right answer.”

“Good,” she moans. “So good.”

“That’s right,” I mutter, savouring the feel of being balls-deep in this goddess. “That’s a good bitch.”

I slap her left tit, and she yelps. I slowly pull out of her.

“You like being groped?” I ask, getting a handful of her breasts. “You like being ravaged by an evil man like me?”

“Please,” she whispers.

I thrust into her once more, and keep my dick lodged deep in her, slowly grinding my waist against hers.

“You like being defiled by me,” I say. “You want me seed. You need me inside of you.”

“It’s so good,” she says, looking up at me with half-glazed eyes. Then, she says: “**** me.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

I put a hand to her neck, pressing her head back against the bed. I tighten my grip, feeling her pulse pounding frantically through my fingers, and then I begin fucking her once more, gradually strengthening my grip, feeling her squirm beneath me, her whole body flush with arousal.

“You cannot run,” I say, slamming deep into her cunt. “You cannot hide. You are here, and you are mine.”

Scarlet’s chest heaves, her pale bosom rising and falling, and then I feel her quivering beneath me, her legs giving out and going to jelly.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” she yells, somehow finding the breath despite my ****, “Claude, Claude, Claude…”

I see the edges of my vision blurring, I feel myself drawn to the edge too, and I know she’s on the pill, she’s talked about it out television, and I feel myself letting loose, my cock spurting load after heavy load inside her.

Stars burst inside my head, packets of ecstasy going off as I find my release in her. My hand slackens off her throat, Scarlet pants and moans, sweat hot against both our bodies, my cock still inside her lovely pussy.

Finally, when all the aftershocks and and tremors have faded into a dull warmth, we lay on the bed, side by side, staring into each others eyes.

“Thank you,” Scarlet says, grabbing my hand. “You… you have no idea how much I needed that.”

“Anytime you want it,” I grin, kissing her lightly on the lips. “The pleasure was mine.”

She laughs at that, shaking her head.

“You know, I was kind of pissed at you, at first,” she muses quietly. “You were just a stranger who came waltzing into our house, and there you went, seducing my mom…” She glances at me and smiles. “Yeah, I knew, it wasn’t that hard to see. But now… I’ve somehow ended up in bed with the stranger.”

“Well, I’ve got bad news for you,” I say, ruffling my hair.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I’m not a stranger,” I say. “We’ve met, many times before I visited the Najbreit estate on the fifth.”

“I don’t remember ever meeting you…” Scarlet frowns, digging through her memories.

“The last time we met before that was in a court house,” I say. “If I recall correctly, we were locked in the same bathroom…”

“MARKUS‽”