Play out her fantasy

“MmMMMMMmmmHHHHNNNNGGG!” Tonya’s muffled words don’t sound like a safe word to me, but I’ll have to uncover her mouth soon to be sure.

Tonya struggles, wide-eyed in my arms as I pull her to the ground with me. We are on our right sides in a spooning position, 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 at the elbows, but her forearms lash wildly without any strength behind them. Her legs squirm in pathetic circles. One foot is already missing a shoe. I see it hanging from one of the bushes. She is surprisingly light and easy to pin.

I haven’t spoken yet, and she hasn’t gotten a good look at me. Some part of her must still be afraid that I am yet another stranger. I 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, seeing only the tip of my nose. I relax my hold on her so she can see more of my face. She seems to relax a tiny bit after confirming it is me. “And such a sexy outfit... I’m going to uncover your mouth now. You don’t want to scream, alright? I don't want to hurt you... but I might enjoy that too.” I slowly relax my hand over her mouth, ready to clamp down again at the first syllable louder than a whisper. She whimpers, but doesn’t scream. I slide my hand down to her slender throat and grip it firmly.

“Please... don’t... hurt.. me.” She gets out in an uneven 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.” My erection is poking at her ass through my sweatpants.

“No, no, no...” she whines.

I rake her breasts some more, pulling and snapping the edges of her sports bra through the shirt. “Oh, yes... I bet you have a tight little pussy, don’t you?” She stiffens at that. “I have news for you. Tonight it is my pussy.” She shakes... It takes me a moment to realize that she is giggling. I crush her body into mine with my pinning arm, squeezing air out of her. “What’s so funny?”

“Don’t say ‘pussy’—that word makes me laugh.” She is still stifling giggles.

“So funny that you giggle while getting **** by a stranger?” I’m incredulous.

“I know! I know... I’m sorry...” She is still barely keeping it together.

“...What should I call it then?”

“Say ‘cunt’.” Hearing such a petite cutie use such a filthy word made my erection jump. “Ooo, I felt that... Go ahead... tell me what you have planned for my cunt.” My cock jumped again. She giggles at her newfound superpower.

“This is my cunt now. 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. “Feel that 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 refused 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 grab her wrists and **** them up to her chest, then pin them there with my other arm. I side my hand down the waistband of her shorts, feeling something hard. It’s her cell phone. I toss it to the side. My hand returns down her shorts, into her panties, down her trimmed mound. I gently run a finger up and down her labia. She groans with a shiver. 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.” 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 opening up. She groans again, more deeply this time. I work my finger in and out, then add another. I keep a steady pace, watching her reactions. I curl my finger to stimulate her g-spot and thumb her clit. She starts to quietly moan and open her legs a few more inches. My wrist is tired, but I keep at it, releasing her arms so I can lean over her and finger her at a better angle. She bucks against my fingers, moaning continuously. I watch her face as her mouth makes an 'O' and her head rolls around. He eyes eventually find mine and lock on. Her eyebrows furrow as her orgasm builds and crashes over her.

I get over 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. I pull the crotch of her shorts and panties to the side.

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 black sweatpants. My raging cock bounces, then hangs there, casting a long shadow up her abdomen.

“No! Please... don't... um... if you stop... I’ll be good... I'll...I’ll give you... a hand job...” A hand job? In the porno the bimbo at least offers a blow job. After all this work? I sigh.

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 hand job? You can do better than that." She lets go of the wrist at her breast and reaches down to my boner, stroking it with her fingertips.

“I... will do a good job. I promise...” her voice is low but she has a glint in her eyes. She looks down at my large cock in her small hand and keeps caressing it. She looks like she really wants to play with it. "Let me jerk your big cock."

“If you do a good enough job, 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. She gets in close, inspecting it, then looks up at me with a smile. It might only be a hand job, but she has enthusiasm. She licks her hands and stroking me with more confidence. Her other hand finds my balls and starts massaging them. I moan. It feels surprisingly good. “Yes... that feels great. Keep going...”

She works it faster and croons softly to me. "See? I can make you feel good. This cock loves my soft little hands, doesn't it?"

“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}

She looks rather proud of herself.