The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1

... ain't gonna be how it is any more. You'll do what the fuck I say." I could see fresh moisture glistening in her eyes. At the same time, I wondered if she was becoming moist down below. That would make her a sick sad little fuck if she was. Although the sick fuck is probably me for thinking it. I continued with my belt, then pulled down my jeans and briefs. Amy watched in horror as my cock emerged, tall and thick and topped with specks of precum. I again pointed the gun at her head. "Open wide" I ordered jokingly. "Here comes the airplane, Amy." Her face at that moment was priceless. But I'd had enough of her stalling, so I grabbed her by her hair and dragged her head over to my cock. She gasped and writhed in the seat, but had nowhere to go. When she opened her mouth again I took the opportunity and forced her head down, my cock entering her sweet little mouth. She gagged and tried to pull away, but I held her fast. Quickly I started pounding back and forth, fucking her throat for all it was worth. Tears began streaming from her eyes, and muffled moaning noises escaped between her lips and my rapidly pumping shaft. I leant back and let out a long groan, days of stress being released on this glorious little minx of a girl. I cared little for her well being, even for her air. It was only after I felt her struggles weakening that I realised she hadn't had a breath for nearly a minute. I released her, and her head shot up from my throbbing dick, strands of drool and precum ...

... trailing from her lips. She took in several deep breaths of air, her streaming eyes focused on me. I gave her only a moment of brief respite, before taking her by the scruff of the neck and forcing her down once again. She didn't even have time to take a breath, not that I intended on letting her have any. I've had unconsenting girls before. Normally in dark backstreets in the dead of night with a girl too drunk or drugged up to fight back. But this level of control? Girls tied up in the back of my car with no one around for miles? This allows me to try a few things I've always wanted to do. First of these was to have a girl pass out on my cock. A long time fetish of mine. I held Amy's head down, and began pumping my cock in and out of her resisting throat. She was struggling, her lower half writhing around on top of her mother. But no movement she made could dislodge my iron grip on the back of her head. I turned her slightly, keeping her tightly pressed to my crotch, so that I could see her eyes. She stared up at me, and I could see terror and anger in them. The human jaw can't bite properly with something lodged in the throat. I'd felt her try a couple of times. After half a minute of holding her head down on my cock, her struggles reached their peak. She was thrashing around, as much as a bound girl can, and probably hurting her mother below her. I didn't care, however. I was simply loving the feeling of her throat gagging and retching around the base of my shaft. Quickly, her ...