Your cock is beautiful – 22

Her whole body was quivering lightly, and her face was still pressed against my pillows. She hadn’t cried, but her eyes were open and dazed. She looked almost high on the sensation of being punished.

I grabbed her bruised ass with both hands, causing her to whimper with pain, and ground my crotch against hers from behind. Her pussy was dripping wet, and I could feel the heat and moisture through my underwear as I pushed my bulge against her.

“What a slutty little cunt.” I hissed, “I think this little cunt needs to be filled, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer at first, but started to sway her hips back and forth, running her flushed lower lips back and forth over my cloth-covered cock.

I leaned over her, pressing my body against hers and pushing my bulge harder against her. I grabbed her hair again.

“Answer me, slut.” I said, twisting.

“Sir…” she gasped.

She continued to writhe and sway her hips, and I could feel the front of my boxers being soaked in her juices.

“Listen to me, whore.” I growled, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want it!” she gasped.

“What do you want?” I asked, lightly slapping her face.

“I want to be fucked…fucked like a…like a whore!” she confessed.

That word had slipped out by accident, and I really hadn’t expected her to accept it so easily. So now she was a whore too, as well as a slut.

“Good girl.” I said.

I pulled all the way back from her and pulled the waistband of my boxers down. My rock hard erection sprang out, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. Without any further delay, I pushed the head against her dripping pussy lips.

I dug my fingers into her hips as I thrust into her, and I knew something was different.

“Oh my God!” Mia shouted as more of me entered her, “You’re so…thick!”

She was right. Her pussy was so incredibly tight in this position, much more than I’d expected it to be. I was grunting with genuine exertion as I forced myself into her. Her pussy felt like a hot, wet fist gripping around my shaft.

After more hard pushing, I finally filled her. She continued clenching her pussy around my shaft, sighing with pleasure each time.

“I’m gonna cum.” she said quickly. “Sir…Sir, I’m gonna cum. I’m…aaaaaaaa… I’m gonna cum all over your thick cock!”

I was already panting, and I let out a strained laugh.

“Ready so quickly? What a sensitive little slut.” I taunted, smacking her ass hard.

She gasped and squeaked in surprise. She didn’t speak and seemed to be trying to prevent herself from going off.

“Beg.” I ordered simply.

“Mmmm…Sir… Please…Please let me…Oh God!”

I grabbed her ass with both hands, and twisted her ripe flesh in my grip. I felt her pussy quiver around my cock, and I knew she was seconds away.

“Unngh,” she moaned,”Please…Please.”

“Do it, whore.” I said.

She let out a few strained breaths before clenching her pussy tight. She relaxed and moaned loudly, before clenching one final time. I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks as she came, moaning and screaming.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted, “Yes…I’m cumming!”

I spanked her again and pulled a few inches out of her, before thrusting back in hard. She was so incredibly tight, and her pussy was convulsing around me so powerfully.

I pumped her hard. My heavy balls were slapping against the top of her pussy, and I wondered if I was hitting her clit. It was hard to tell if that was contributing to her fevered moans or not, but she was certainly enjoying herself.

I tried to keep up the pace, but her pussy felt so good that I knew I wasn’t going to last. She was still letting out fevered wails as the pleasure racked her body. I thrust into her a few more times, then held myself in deep as I came. I held on to her ass as I grunted out my pleasure. My orgasm was intense and seemed to go on and on, spurt after spurt of concentrated pleasure.

“Oh my God…Oh my God…” she whimpered over and over.

I finally slid my slimy cock out of her and rested back on my heels. Her bright red ass, with the pale indentations of my grip, perfectly framed her beautiful, flushed pussy. My cum slowly dripped from between her swollen lips, the flow spreading down her thighs, occasionally speeding up as the fading convulsions of her orgasm pushed it out, each one punctuated by a small whimper.

I was exhausted, but I needed to do one last thing before collapsing.

I got the little tub of cream and rewarded her for taking her punishment. She whimpered as the cool cream soothed her burning skin.