ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #7 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #7

... inserted themselves almost half an inch inside her ass. "You're so tight back there, I almost feel like my fingers might break... You better loosen up soon, or this could get very bad. Now…" he stood up, his raging erection rubbing against her outer lips as he teased her with it, "there are more words I'm going to let you say. You may say 'faster', 'harder,' 'more,' or any variation of 'I'm a dirty whore.' Notice I didn't say anything about slower or softer or easier? There's a reason for that. You follow?" "Yes, Master..." Sam swallowed as she felt his hips line up with hers and like trying on the perfect pair of gloves, Freddie sheathed himself inside of Sam's sex slowly. "I'm going slowly right now because you are behaving. Does that feel good, Samantha?" "Yes, Master," she said as her body adjusted to his size and girth impaling her. Freddie may have been an enormous aggressive douche, but this, Sam thought, this just felt perfect. "More please..." She was worried when she had said please since he didn't say that was a word she could say, but he stroked her hair softly. "You really are a good girl." He pulled from her slowly and quickly rammed his length back inside her. With her arms out of commission, Sam had nothing to hold her up and her face was pressed into the bedspread while he had his way with her. She moaned at the feeling as he gripped her ass for support as he continued going in and out. "Harder and faster, Master." Freddie's hands planted into her hips ...

... and slammed himself harder and faster inside her tight pussy. "Oh god... fuck me like a little whore!" She screamed, only slightly muffled by the bedspread and Freddie gripped her arms and pulled her up so their bodies were pressed together, his arm around her neck, holding her in place. "What did you say?" he whispered into her ear. "I said..." she struggled through her words as she caught her breath from the intensity, "Fuck me... like the... dirty little... fuckin' whore I am." Freddie held her with one arm while his hand pressed onto her mound and his pace and f*rce increased. Holding her this close, he could feel her heartbeat and feel her chest sweat as her beautiful almost DD cups bounced with each pistoning movement. "Ahhh!" she screamed, probably waking the house as she felt her orgasm building to superhuman levels. "Harder! Faster! Pound my little slut hole!" Freddie pushed her back down on the bed, silencing her cries and moans while he fucked her as hard and fast as he could until he felt her pussy contract tighter than a vice around his cock. Grabbing her arms tightly, he pulled her back up. "I told you that you could come when I told you, and you still did it. You filthy little bitch whore... You're going to need punishment." Sam gulped as she tried to catch her breath and regain her sight after being fucked into absolute oblivion. Freddie slid himself from her soaked and puffy pussy and pressed his cockhead against her puckered backdoor. "No," she said softly, ...