Enough of her fantasy, time for mine

“MmMMMMMmmmHHHHNNNNGGG!” Tonya’s muffled words don’t sound like a safe word to me so I’m not stopping.

Tonya struggles, wide-eyed in my arms as I pull her to the ground with me. We are on our right sides, my right arm under her, holding her tight around the waist and arms. I keep my left hand clamped over her mouth and pinch her nose with my thumb until she quiets down. Her limbs are so useless when she is scared. Her arms are pinned, but her forearms lash wildly without any strength behind them. Her legs squirm in pathetic circles. One foot is already missing a shoe. Now how are you going to run away like that? She is so light and so weak, taking advantage of the situation would be so easy.

I haven’t spoken, and she hasn’t gotten a good look at me yet. She might still be worried that I am yet another stranger. Something about that turns me on. She is actually afraid. The Tease finally gets herself in a situation that she can’t whine or flirt her way out of and it terrifies her. This isn’t another game she gets to flip in her favor through manipulation. She played with fire so many times without consequences that she forgot that it is dangerous. Instead of speaking or showing my face, I keep her face slightly turned away from me and wait for her to tire herself out. Her breathing is fast and shallow, nostrils whistling against my hand. A dark part of me savors this moment... but the show must go on.

I press my mouth to her ear. I feel her silky hair against my face. It smells wonderful. I didn’t catch much of the actual dialog in the verbal threats segment of the video, so I’ll have to make up as I go.

“Oh, aren’t you a pretty one?” Tonya’s eyes strain to look back at me, but I hold her face firmly. “And such a sexy outfit...” She must realize it is truly me now. “I’m going to uncover your mouth now. You don’t want to scream, alright? Or I will crush your delicate trachea.” I slowly relax my hand over her mouth, ready to clamp down again at the first syllable louder than a whisper. I could even clamp down fast enough to smother her safe word... The thought is dark, horrible, and arousing. She whimpers, but doesn’t scream. I slide my hand down to her throat at give it a firm squeeze to make her feel how **** her throat really is.

“Pl...ease... don’t... hurt.. me.” She barely gets it out in a raspy voice.

“You are going to be a good girl then, right? I’m going to have fun with you now. It’s up to you if you get hurt.” She nods with difficulty. “Good. I’ve been watching you since you entered the park. Thanks for coming to me, otherwise I would have followed you home.” I pull my hand away from her neck and slide it down her sleeveless shirt. Her upper chest is clammy from sweat and night air. With her arms pinned in front of her, her breasts are squeezed together, giving her more cleavage than her perky breasts are usually capable of. I rake my fingers across them roughly. “Such a sexy little body... you are going to be a nice fuck.”

“No, no, no...” she whines.

I enclose her right breast with my hand and squeeze. “Oh, yes... I bet you have a tight little cunt, don’t you? Tonight it is my cunt.” She shakes her head silently. I squeeze harder, drawing a groan out of her. “Now lay still.” I switch arms, moving my right hand to her throat, releasing her arms. She doesn’t immediately try to escape. I snake my hand up the front of her shirt along her flat tummy and under her sports bra, yanking it up over her tits. I feel her up, exploring and squeezing every curve of her soft mounds. “Can you feel that? My cock on your ass? How is it going to feel inside of you? How wet is your cunt going to be for a stranger?” She refuses to answer. “Let’s find out.” I reach down, wrapping my hand along her smooth quads, sliding upward to her tiny shorts. She pinches her thighs together and her hands grab at mine to stop it.

“No, please... please... please...” She begs. I clamp down on her throat again, just hard enough to scare her. She reflexively tries to protect her throat with one of her hands, then both, leaving her pussy unguarded. I pull her panties to the side in one quick motion. She gasps at the sudden exposure. I quickly let go of her throat and pull my arm across her chest, pinning her folded arms. I will get tired in this hold, but I only need it for a minute. I gently run a finger up and down her labia. She shivers violently. I press in between the folds and a slick lubricant coats my finger.

“Look at your slutty cunt.” She looks down, over her pinned arms. I draw up my hand, fingers glistening in the moonlight. “I didn’t even stick it in your hole yet. Watch it go in you.” Her breathing is irregular, chest heaving in the awkward pin I have her in. I slip my wet finger inside her pussy. The smooth hot walls of it tightening for a moment, then spasming. She groans again, nervously. I work my finger in and out, then work her clit with another. I let go of her and pin her down on her back. I straddle her parted thighs and pull her arms above her head. I finally get a good look at her. Here eyes lock with mine, she looks a little wild. Her ponytail has loosened and stray strands cling to her face. Her shirt is twisted and bunched up at her lower ribs and her sports bra is sticking up through the scalloped collar. Her nipples are peaking through the shirt. Her naked pussy is right where I want it, some trimmed hair barely visible under her askew panties.

Instead of trying to continue to hold her arms, I put my hand on her throat instead. “Did you go running at night hoping to get finger fucked by a stranger? Or did you come for this?” I pull down the front of my back sweatpants. My raging cock bounces, then hangs there, casting a long shadow up her abdomen.

“No! Oh god... Please... uhhh... if you stop... I’ll be good... I’ll give you... a hand job...”

What the fuck? In the porno the bimbo at least offers a blow job. After all this work, planning, and risk? A hand job is an insult. No fucking way. Her pussy is so wet that I could drive it into her before she could say anything.

I grab her nipple with my free hand and pinch it hard enough to make her buck and yelp. She has her hands on each of my wrists. “A fucking hand job? Do you think I spent all night in the park watching you for that? I don’t think so, bitch. I start to rub my cock against her pussy. “This cunt is mine to take.” Her eyes flutter and her mouth contorts. I can almost see her thoughts as she bargains with herself, and thinking about the safe word. She turns her head to the side, doubt in her eyes. She lets go of the wrist at her breast and grabs my boner, stroking it with her fingertips.

“I... I...can... s...uck... you off...” her voice is weak and without enthusiasm. She seems genuinely conflicted about this. Her fingers tease my cock absently.

I lean in closer. “I didn’t hear you. Say it again.”

She turns back and looks at me with wavering eyes. “I’ll... suck your cock... if you let me go.” She is at her limit right now.

I press my thumb to her round lips. She parts them, letting me enter. She starts to suck on it, her small tongue licking and curling with along its contours. “You have a very sexy mouth... you suck me off and then you are free to go. I won’t even follow you home.” She nods, increasing the suction on my thumb.

I get off her and stand up. Still no one else around. She gets to her knees and strokes me a while, willing herself to do something she doesn’t want to. Her head inches closer, very slowly. I’m about to insult her when she finally closes her mouth around it. It is about damn time. She sucks tentatively.

“Haven’t you ever sucked cock before?” She looks up at me, a little hurt.

“Only a couple times...” She puts her mouth back to work, going a little faster, but no deeper than the glans.

“That’s no good. Go deeper.” She tries, but only gets three inches before gagging and stopping to cough. “You have a sensitive gag reflex, don’t you?”

She nods and says softly, “I know. I’m sorry.”

I sigh. This is feeing like a ton of effort for an awful blowjob. “Okay then... stroke me with your hand... Good. Now use your mouth at the same time. Your hand is an extension to your lips.” She gets the idea and finds a rhythm. Even with her hand, she can’t cover my length. “Now with both hands.” It is starting to feel pretty good. I let out appreciative moans. After getting some positive feedback, she starts putting her whole upper body into those little three-inch thrusts. I watch her stomach muscles flexing with effort and her round ass wiggle as she adjusts herself. I moan louder. “Yes... that feels great. Keep going...” She works it faster and is moaning softly with me. “Yes... oh don’t stop... oh... here it comes...” I look down at her to watch the big finish.

She is so absorbed in what she is doing that she realizes too late what is about to happen. I let out a bestial grunt and muscle spasms pump rapidly. She pulls back at the last second and leans her head away from the strike zone.

{if Edge = 0}I shudder, squirting out a single, comically small glob that splats on her thigh. She looks at it, then up at me, surprised nothing else came out. I try to explain. “I’ve had my way with a lot of joggers lately.” She smirks at me and wonders.

{elseif Edge <=10} I shudder, squirting off a couple shots of cum across her torso. We both watch it drip down her belly, soaking into her shorts.

{elseif Edge >=60}I shudder violently, wishing I had something to hold on to. My aching balls pump so fast that it cum sprays out in blasts. She reaches up to protect her face, getting blasted across her arms and chest, then her belly and then her legs. It is a total mess. She looks up at me, white oozing down her arms, open mouthed in total disbelief. “Oh my gawd...”

“I was a little backed up,” I explain.

"I guess!"

{else}I shudder, sending a few jets of cum at her. Each jet splashes against her shirt, the wet hot globs soaking in against her breasts. She looks down at her glazed breasts and nipples, satisfied with her handiwork.

{endif}

Specks of moonlight sparkle from beads of sweat on her face. She looks rather proud of herself.