We're going to Pound Town

"You're saying I have to fuck you for any of that to happen?"

"Mhmmmmmmmm." She gives her kitty a couple light taps with a sly grin. "Show me watcha got. You've gotta prove to me that you deserve it, after all. Give it to me. Dominate me. Treat me however you see fit..."

She leans towards you to whisper...

"...Take me."

Before you even realize what you're doing, you've lifted the chair arm separating the two of you, grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head, and yanked it over to your lap. She squeals with a mix of pain and surprise. Her face only momentarily hovers inches away from your throbbing cock, mouth agape, before you slam her mouth down on top of it. Her face pressed into your pelvis, her throat feels comfortably tight, wet, and warm. No resistance. No gag reflex. Perfection.

You leave her like that for a few seconds, letting her situate herself into her new position. She puts her hands on your thigh, arms bent at the elbow, but doesn't make any attempt to resist. She shimmies her knees in towards her stomach until her juicy ass is up in the air. The perfect prayer position to worship your swallowed dick.

You take a moment to admire her. She hasn't flinched, and her eyes are fixed on your face, waiting for your next move. You notice the screen is now a live feed of the two of you.

You smile.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun."

Hearing this, she grins as best she can and hums on your cock.

You lift her head up slowly, almost letting your head escape. Right before it does, you slam her head back down. She grunts and coughs, and you can feel her body shuddering. You launch into a combination of thrusting your hips up into her throat and slamming her head onto your cock with your hand. She continues to hum on it as you enjoy the satisfying *gluck gluck gluck gluck* sounds of her throat getting battered. You feel yourself getting close, but you're nowhere near done yet. You hold her head down one more time for a moment, then release and give her a moment to breathe.

She's heaving above your cock, fluids trailing out of her mouth onto your shiny, messy groin. The face fucking had brought tears to her eyes, causing her makeup to run and giving her a beautiful, used-whore look. Her hair is a rat's nest of fly aways, half of which are stuck to her face. Staring down at your raging shaft, she yells, "Holy SHIT that is good!" She goes down to give your balls some attention, lightly licking and sucking them while she gives you a handjob. She turns all her attention to your shaft, kissing and licking it, then rubbing her lips all the way up and down. She starts blowing bubbles on it, a mix of her saliva and your seminal fluids. The mixture is starting to get into the loose hairs clinging to her face, adding white accents to the fire red strands. The whole time she hasn't taken her eyes off you.

"God you look so sexy when you're a filthy mess," you tell her.

She gives a sultry giggle. "Flattery will get you everywhere, mister."

She opens wide and takes you into her mouth fully, head bobbing up and down as she vacuum seals her mouth around your cock. The tricks she's doing with her tongue seem impossible, and goddamn does it feel euphoric.

You take a look at her outfit, and deem it unnecessary. You lift the hem of her dress until her bare ass cheeks and black lace panties are exposed. A firm smack on her ass causes her to moan loudly, sending vibrations throughout your cock and balls. Her booty meat jiggles and resonates with perfection, so you give it a couple more good slaps to hypnotize yourself with it. She starts bouncing it on her own, skin and flesh moving like waves on the water. You're absolutely mesmerized.

You get a firm grip on her panties and give them a strong tug. They snap off easily, giving you unhindered access to her holes. Her pussy's already soaked, juices running down her thighs, so it's easy for you to slide two fingers in there from underneath. You hook your fingers in and methodically move them in a crescent motion, stimulating multiple parts of her clit at the same time. She reacts to this with a squeal of pleasure, and her mouth grips even tighter around your head. You do this for a minute before you realize her dress is still in the way of some real fun. As you pull your fingers out of her, she gives a disappointing groan, as well as a stern look of 'why the fuck would you stop?' while she chipmunks your dick in her cheek, stretching the skin out. Deciding you want a taste of her, you shove your fingers into your mouth, sucking off every little bit of her juices. She's pleased and starts smiling again, resuming her duties to your cock.

With both hands, you grab the hem of her dress, now scrunched up around her torso, and pull in opposite directions. The dress tears like tissue paper, way easier than you expected. You keep pulling until the rip reaches the back of her neckline, completely severing the dress. She's not wearing a bra. The dress was the only thing containing her gigantic tits. Thick dress straps keep the garment from falling off completely, so you quickly rip them apart. Finally, the dress lets go, falls to the chair, and slides off onto the floor, revealing what you've wanted to see this whole time.

Her tits are even better than you'd imagined. They somehow got a little bigger once the dress came off, one squished against your thigh, the other hanging and swaying as Christina bobbed her head on your knob. You take the hanger in your hand, squeezing and kneading it. It's unbelievably soft, melting into your hand like fresh dough. Her areolas are sizeable and light pink, with short, hard nipples that beg for attention. You take one nipple between your fingers, rubbing, squeezing, and tweaking it to her delight.

She separates her mouth from your cock and starts stroking it.

"They feel pretty good, huh?" She asks.

"They feel amazing. I need them wrapped around my cock. Now."