Author: u/AKingsQueen
Date: xx-xx-2019
Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/emlng7/i_f_watched_my_best_friend_f_be_bent_over_and/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
Story
Once again, I LOVE this community. I apologize for how long it has taken me to bring you this Part 2, but long story short, I started seeing someone who wouldn’t have approved of all the naughty PM’s and chats I use to cream my panties at the most inappropriate times. Well he’s gone, I’ve been a very, very bad girl, and I’m excited to share it all with you!
In case you missed it, part 1 of the story can be found HERE. If you need a tl;dr or a refresher from Part 1: Over the summer (where all my friends and I all work as servers at our Country Club’s pool), I went to a house party hosted by my rich ditzy friend Lizzie, along with my best friend Carmen and her boyfriend Robby. At the party, the biggest douchebag from our High School, Scott, started a drunk argument with Robby who ran upstairs with Carmen. Later, when I went upstairs to check on them, I found Scott hate-fucking Carmen doggystyle with Robby nowhere to be seen. In shock and in guilt from how Scott was treating me and how I’d recently treated a boy at school, I stood there and just watched them fuck. Carmen swore to me this was a one-time mistake and begged me to keep her secret, which I agreed. But Scott had other plans...
My customary background: I’m a 20-year old, 5’4, 135lb college girl with slightly wavy light-brunette hair that dips just below my shoulders, hazel eyes, 34C breasts, and a pretty nice bubble butt if I can brag a little. In high school I played soccer which gave me some killer definition in my ass and legs that I’ve maintained decently enough since then. I’ve always been a “good girl”, I got good grades, had a great relationship with my parents, and when I did cut loose, it always used to be in a safe, respectable way. But after being fucked exceptionally hard by some incredible cocks, I’ve become a bit of a wild slut, realizing I have a fetish for being dominated, used as a trophy for type-A men to display their status, and even thinking of how I’ve become a submissive bitch recently is making me wet.
No matter how much Carmen tried to be over the top nice to me, I just couldn’t handle it. Every time I looked at her, all I could see was her sweat drenched body bent over in submission. Every time she spoke, all I could hear was her squealing out the announcement of her orgasm as Scott gripped her hips and dominated her completely.
It’s not that I was resentful for what Carmen did, I mean, I was a little bit. But what I hated the most was that on some level, I was jealous of her. Scott was one man I didn’t want to fuck, I hated him, HATED him, but then why couldn’t I get the image of him pinning Carmen to the bed as he shoved his fat cock into her out of my mind? Why did I get wet just listening to Carmen yelp as a kid at the pool splashed her, or have to bite my lip if she was grunting to lift a heavy box? I knew why and it disgusted me.
As mad as I was at Carmen, I knew I would never be able to get over it if I didn’t let myself heal and I knew that would never happen as long as I was a slave to my animal instincts. I fell into the same routine. Whenever I got home from a shift with Carmen, I would wiggle out of my tight, size too small white shorts and whatever panties I decided to make a mess of that day. I would look at myself from behind in the mirror, pouting and sticking out my ass for the man only present in my mind. I would then bend myself over the bed, doing chest thrusting yoga poses to scrape my nipples against the hard surface of my duvet, bringing them to attention and enflamed with arousal before taking out my brand new, thick, 9-inch rabbit vibrator to fuck my sopping wet, desperate hole and constrict my clit in pleasure. I would hike my ass up into the air as high as it would go, pretending I was presenting myself to my master, thrusting myself back and forth in time with my moans and grunts to simulate being mounted and humped by a champion stud, cradling hungry handfuls of my full, soft breasts as they undulated beneath me to make up for the lack of a man to grope and claim me; all until I was a spent, bestial mess. Through it all, I would lie to myself. I would always say I was fantasizing about Andre, or Mike, or Jason Momoa bending me over but NOT Scott.
But any lies or misconceptions I may have had come to an end about 2 weeks after the “event”. I was working a shift without Carmen so was hopeful I could retain just enough composure to go home and have a normal evening without having to debase myself like a whore. But as I walked down the stairs to the pool deck, my breasts bouncing in the skin-tight, royal blue Polo they make us wear and which I keep unbuttoned for maximum tips, my heart sank into my chest. Scott was there, sitting in a lounger and he was staring straight at me.
I completely ignored him. If he wanted to complain to my manager, fine. But there were 3 other servers working today and I refused to serve him. I spent almost my entire shift working the opposite end of the pool, taking care not to go anywhere near him. But the entire time I felt him staring straight at me, undressing me with his eyes, targeting me like a predator drone with a heat seeking lock. I couldn’t help but look over and see him. His massive muscular frame soaking up the sun, the way his short chubbies swimsuit clung to his body and the way his impressive bulge clung to the fabric as he got in and out of the water. I wasn’t the only one to notice either. Most of the women at the pool deck, about 50% divorcees looking to bag a whale or boy toy on their ex-husband’s dime, and 50% middle aged married women looking for one last fling, were also staring him down.
One such lady, a recent divorcee, seemingly couldn’t decide if she wanted her mouth or her pussy to be wetter as she placed her 5th gin and tonic order with me. She looked good for her age, REALLY good, she must have been a first trophy wife that got traded up for a newer model as she hit 45. She had the tight body of a woman who kept herself at the gym, dark olive skin from a season of lounging at the pool and dark Italian black hair tied back into a ponytail. She was in a tight, black and white Louis Vuitton one piece with complementary gold hoop earrings, gold bracelets, gold anklets, and a white sun hat.
By the time I returned with her drink, my entire day’s careful preparations had been ruined: she had moved to sit right next to Scott and was flirting up a storm. She was laughing a little too hard at something Scott said as she placed her manicured fingers on this thigh and rubbed a little higher than most people would consider polite in mixed company.
I walked up with her drink, trying my best to hide my frustration. As I approached, Scott took out a wad of cash and started waving it in the air for me. “Here you are ma’am, one Gin and Tonic” I said, spinning on my heels to walk away. I refused to respond to that kind of treatment from any customer, especially him, and proceeded to ignore him dangling money in front of me.
Right as I began to walk away, I felt a sharp tug on my shorts. Scott had stuck a finger into one of my belt loops to prevent my escape. I fell back bending at the waist to catch myself from falling completely over by gripping the edge of the MILF’s chair.
“Wooah where do you think you’re going? I wanted a drink!” Scott mockingly tsked at me, lightly patting one of his hands on my ass, knowing full well that if I made a scene about some guy getting handsy, half the big spenders at the club would never order from me again. The MILF ate it right up, howling with laughter in a truly pathetic attempt to appease Scott.
“Yes sir, what can I get you?” I gritted, barely able to conceal my anger.
“Actually, I changed my mind, I don’t want anything”. Scott replied, releasing me. I was furious, but just barely managed to push down my anger to smile and walk away.
“Wait!” Scott said after my third step back to the service station. “I changed my mind, I want an espresso”. What an asshole. Scott knew full well the espresso machines were inside the club, not at the pool bar, and it would take me at least 10 minutes to bring him his drink. “Yes sir, right away” I replied, channeling all the fake niceness I could muster as I walked into the clubhouse to get the damn coffee.
When I returned with the espresso, the MILF was gone and Scott was laughing at something on his phone. “Where’s your friend” I asked him with a sarcastic tone as I put down the drink, hoping she caught on to what a douche bag he was and ran for the hills.
“Freshening up for me” Scott said with a satisfied smirk. “You just fuck one of your mom’s friends, crazy how desperate they all get.”
I rolled my eyes at him disgustingly, “God you’re such a fucking pervert” I snapped at him. “You should take it as a compliment Ash, most women fade with age but at least you and Carmen will be the same stupid sluts from high school after your first divorce!” he lobbed back at me as if I was nothing to him.
“FUCK! YOU!” I screamed at him, thrusting a pointed finger into his chest to ram my point home. Fuck he had a muscular chest…
Before I could turn to leave, Scott grabbed me around the waist again and pulled me into him. Forcing me between his legs as I impotently slapped and pushed at his shoulders.
“Why are you in such a hurry Ash? Don’t you want to see my new favorite movie?” With that, Scott held up the phone to my face and what he showed me might as well have been my own funeral.
On video, clear as day, in the best resolution Scott’s daddy could buy, was a blindfolded Carmen thrashing on the bed in the midst of an orgasm and me, like a stupid fucking whore, biting my lip in the doorway… I stood in silence. I stopped pushing against Scott and just watched. My body, my fucking body, betrayed me like Pavlov’s damn dog. Weeks of conditioning myself to cum on command from my thoughts and fantasies about that night began to make me wetter than ever. My nipples started poking out against my bra, my breathing quickened and my throat went dry. I gulped.
“Yeah, that’s right Ash. It’s a good movie, isn’t it?” Scott said, relishing his new power over me. “Do you think Robby would like it? How about our class WhatsApp thread?”
“NO! Don’t!” I said, defiantly as ever. I couldn’t let this get out. It would ruin me and most of all, it would ruin Carmen and Robby. No matter how angry I was at her now, I had to keep my promise. “What do you want for it?” I said, significantly less defiant.
“You’re going to fuck me for it. And from what I remember from the other week and what I see on this video here, I don’t even think this will be blackmail for you, will it?”
My pussy was pounding, my clit was engorged and I was dripping wet. He never turned off the video and I could hear Carmen’s pitch increasing as she was about to cum again over the tinny speakers. I felt Scott’s fingers digging into the pearly flesh beneath my shirt and his muscled body pressed up against me. “When?” was all I said, half lost in the lust that was currently building in the flimsy cotton patch at the bottom of my panties.
“Freezer shed. 10 minutes” Scott commanded before releasing me and getting up. The freezer shed was infamous for anyone who’s worked at the club or fucked someone who did. It’s a corralled area out back with a shed used for excess food and drink storage. It was full of perfect waist height freezers and other supplies. With that, Scott got up and worked his way to the locker rooms.
My mind was in a daze for the next ten minutes. How could I not have noticed a phone recording? How could Carmen have been so stupid as to EVER trust Scott? Why did I agree so readily? And why was my chest fluttering as I pushed open the door of the freezer shed?
Scott was already standing there. Any illusions I had about him making himself presentable in the locker rooms quickly evaporated as I could smell his sweat and musk from clear across the room. He sauntered over and grabbed me again, roughly fondling my ass and breasts and he forced his tongue down my mouth. No matter how horny I might have been, I decided I would resist, I would not give him the satisfaction of being the slut he thought I was. This was purely transactional and he would elicit no pleasure from me. “Let’s get this over with then” I sharply barbed at him with every bit of venom I could muster. In two brief motions, giving him not chance to enjoy any show, I ripped off my shirt and bra and then my shorts and panties.
I thought this would be to my benefit as it would conceal the wet mess I turned my thong into. But Scott got the last laugh.
“Well, well, well” Scott tutted at me, leaning back onto one of the freezers. “Looks like good girl Ash is more excited to see me than I thought”.
I looked down and was horrified at what I saw, my body had completely betrayed me. My nipples were completely erect, standing almost a full inch out at attention. What was seemingly the color from my entire torso had drained into the areolas, making my whole nipples puffy and bright red. The color had also drained completely to my pussy. Even with the wispy hair of a girl who hadn’t shaved in a couple days, the skin was completely flushed like a fire truck and the slick sheen clinging to each hair was an even bigger siren that my animal instincts had taken over.
Scott advanced on me in one lightning quick motion. Before I knew what was happening, strong arms had reached under my plump ass, eliciting a sharp squeak from my surprised body, and lifted me up onto one of the freezers.
I figured any faint notions that I wasn’t into this were already dead and decided, when In Rome, so dived a hand into Scott’s trunks, gripping the absolute thick monster I felt inside.
“Fuck, it isn’t even half hard and it’s this big?” I thought to myself, in a mix of admiration and confusion” “You going to fuck me like this Scott? Big man who has to trick women into fucking him? Go on, put a condom on and prove to me you aren’t as much of a little bitch in bed as you are in real life!” I taunted him, digging my nails into the ever increasing python I was gripping”
“No.” was all he said.
He pounded the palm of his hand into my sternum and pushed me onto my back. Hard. “EHH!” Is shouted out when my head pounded into the freezer as he laid me down. But before I could get a handle on what was going on, his forearm was across my stomach, pinning me down and his head was between my legs. I snapped my legs shut. I wasn’t going to go down that easily. “That hurt you fucking asshole!” I said, trying to squirm my ass way from him.
Scott said nothing. His free hand just shot between my legs like a Greco-Roman wrestler going for the kill. No matter all the time I spent on my thighs in the gym, he rudely repositioned me to spread for him like I was nothing. His tongue immediately darted into my dripping, yearning hole and fluttered inside me like the end up a whip, his pinning hand now pressed up on my pubic bone to expose my clit from its hood, the hot breath from his nose sending me into overdrive.
“This is how it started” I thought to myself “This is what Carmen said convinced her to give herself over to Scott”. That tongue…
Scott angrily lapped at me and I didn’t know what to do with myself. My fingers frantically shifted from his hair, to my hair, to groping my breasts and teasing my nipples, pulling and twisting at my sensitive glass cutters in time to his tongue hitting my clit, to gripping the sides of the freezer.
AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! I shouted out in time with each long hard flick up the entirety of my hungry pussy. Each time, I fought back a squeal and a yelp as he always ended with a flourish on my clit.
I was overwhelmed. “OH GOD, IT’S, OH GOD IT’S TOO MUCH!” I pleaded and tried to get him to slow up or squirm away, but there was no chance for escape.
His hands were doing as much to get me off as his mouth. The one stayed firmly pressed on my pubic shelf, keeping my hips thrusts in check and giving me no respite from the shockwaves of pleasure, and the other, digging into the flesh of my breasts, slapping my ass if I lifted it up too much, or gripping around my throat to send me over the edge.
“I’M ABOUT TO CUM! HOLY FUCK I’M ABOUT TO CUM!” I announced…
And he stopped… His head shot up and he slapped down HARD on my pussy, sending me writhing and howling in pain. Lost in the new sensation, my orgasm faded away.
I scooched my ass away from him as I sat up to question what the fuck that was. “What the fuc- WAAAA-MMMMHMMMM!“ was all I got out before he grabbed my ankle, pulled me back into position, and dived his head back down to suck on my clit.
We repeated this dance 4 or 5 times. He would edge me to the brink of oblivion then, when my chest and nipples would begin to involuntarily thrust into the air and the tell-tall little humps of my hips began, he would cease everything, pin me down by my wrists, and slap my pussy if I offered any resistance to my orgasm denial. I was left whimpering and squealing at the torture.
On the 6th go around, I couldn’t even see straight, I could feel all sanity dripping out of me as I began to shriek and squeal once more. By now, Scott had complemented his tongue with a pair of fingers striking my G spot and a thumb on my quivering asshole to show me who’s boss.
“MMMM PLEASE! EHH PLEASE SCOTT! PLEASE I-I-I-I NEED TO CUUUUUUM!” I barely managed to get out as another wave of pleasure crashed into me deep down inside.
Scott lifted his head, just subjecting me to his fingers for now.
“You’d do anything for me to make you cum?” he asked as his other thumb pressed firmly into my clit. “AHHHH! ANYTHING! JUST MMMM! JUST FINISH ME OFF YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” I screamed out at the top of my lungs.
“No.” Scott said and he stood up.
I let out a sharp HMPH as my molestation ended before realizing what had happened.
“WAIT WHAT!” I shot up panicking at how I was being denied at the last possible moment?
A firm hand once again found itself on my sternum pinning me to the freezer on my back. I looked up at Scott, towering over me, and holding my thong. As I would soon learn to regret, that day I wore a lace thong embroidered with studded beads and other textured decorations. Scott considered it a moment before turning his attention back to me.
“Our deal was I give you the video if you fuck me. Did you honestly think I was going to blow my load for you in this fucking shed that easily?”
I squirmed under his strong hand to get free but it was no use. He wasn’t done with me but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Scott began to rub the cool fabric of my thong up and down my slit, he made me cooo at how it felt on my still lubed up and sensitive lips. Then Scott starting doing something I’ve never felt before…he started stuffing me with my panties…
The sensation was insane. Deep in me I could feel my body constrict around the fabric, ever seam, every fold, very studded decoration stroking against something. I couldn’t help but moan out as he did it. “You will leave these in until you get home tonight. Do you understand?” I simply nodded approval as he finished his work.
“Good, now clean yourself up, you look like a fucking mess” he said before leaving the shed. It took me almost half an hour to compose myself and fix my hair before I left the shed. Every step I took shuffled my thong inside me which acted as a blockader to stopping my wetness, it just kept tickling me at a low, weak level which prevented me from completely returning to normal.
As I shut the shed door and began to gingerly walk down the path back to the pool area, I froze. Coming down the path, not even 10 feet away, I saw Scott leading that MILF from the pool right up to the shed. Scott had a hand clearly gripping her ass, surely for any noticing eye at the club to see.
As they passed me, the MILF blushed and looked down at her feet. I wonder what she felt, what was going through her mind as a boy half her age, a boy who clearly showed no respect for her, led her past some bitch who still reeked of pussy and lust to a shed known for teenagers to fuck in, just so he could use her body like a humping post. Did she feel no shame? Did she wonder how she got to this point? Whatever embarrassment she felt wasn’t nearly enough to take Scott’s hand off her or to stop her from pursuing her own animal instincts, exactly the same as I had.
As Scott passed, he lifted his free hand and planted a large THWACK on my ass. The pain made me yelp out and snap to attention.
“Thanks for the drink” he said, not even breaking stride, as he opened the door and likewise spanked the MILF on her way into the shed.
I would like to say I kept walking away but I didn’t. I couldn’t believe he was going straight from bringing me to the brink of the largest, edged orgasm of my life to fucking someone else that quickly. Scott didn’t freshen himself up for me, could she taste me on him? The longer I stood, the louder the tell-tale signs of someone being fucked exceptionally hard rang out. The rhythmic pounding of the freezer, probably the same one, slamming against the wall and, more disconcerting, were the ever increasing moans and grunts of a desperate conquered woman being mounted like a whore.
As I put my ear to the door, I had to shut my eyes and imagine this rich bitch, who thought of herself as so put together and classy, who had leered at these sexy young men but probably hadn’t fucked one in ages, bent over like a hooker, tapping out on the dirty storage freezer and begging to be violated and claimed. As I heard a loud, shrieking “YES! YES! YES! OH GOD YES!”, I sighed and wished it was me.
That night, I got home and after peeling off my shorts, I laid down on my bed spread-eagle to see Scott’s handiwork in my mirror. I watched as I tenderly pulled out the panties, now ruined beyond any likely repair. I went to reach for my rabbit and rolled over to assume the position, hiking my bubble butt to the sky in preparation for fantasizing about Scott taking me from behind, biting my lip in anticipation of the ears of the rabbit closing and squeezing around my clit. But before I could, a different vibration caught my attention. It was a text from Scott: “My Place. Tomorrow. 10pm.”
END OF PART 2
HAHA Just kidding! What, did you think I’d end the story without even letting you hear how I got fucked? That’d I’d just disappear and leave you hanging for another four months?!
Despite the way I was feeling, and despite the way I had lost control in the freezer shed, I was determined to be dignified when I went to Scott’s. I was going to go in, mean business, then leave. But then why did I masturbate 4 times between getting the text messages and leaving for his home? Why, the last time, when I was so wet the rabbit ears around my clit slicked off did I moan out: “OHHH FUCK SCOTT, PUT IT BACK!” and why did I whine it so loud, my father shouted from downstairs asking if I was alright? Why did I put on the same dress and jewelry I wore to the party where I watched him fuck Carmen? Why did I put my hair in a ponytail just like Carmen and the MILF both had when Scott fucked them? Why did I take special care to shave my pussy? And why did I not wear any underwear?
I didn’t ponder that last question until I was at the front door. Scott’s family was one of the richest in a town of all rich people so had a large property. Scott had claimed the guest house around back for himself and that was where I found myself. My heart was beating hard in my chest and there was a lump in the back of my dry throat as I pressed the doorbell. I had been getting wetter and wetter since I left the house and hearing his large mass shake the floor as he walked to the front door made me tremble with excitement. I reached my hand under my dress and did one last spot check before he would get to the door. Soaked down my thighs. Fuck. I had just enough time to stand up straight, straighten out my dress, and hold my head up high as Scott opened the door…wearing absolutely nothing.
My jaw dropped, he stood before me looking like a Greek God, his whole muscled frame in clear view, his shaven dick swinging between his legs like a club, and every good part of his body bulging. Any thoughts I had on dominating the early conversation were clearly lost as I stood there slack jawed.
Scott beckoned me in and as I passed him, he wrapped a hand around my waist and pulled me into him from behind before pinning me between him and the wall.
“Good girl Ashley, such a prude in High School and now here just for me to fuck. You even picked out the cute dress you know I like.”
While he was taunting me, savoring his win over my body, He grinded his whole frame into my thick, muscular ass. I braced myself against the wall with the palms of my hands and grunted at his forceful dry humping of my body. A hand moved up my right leg, massaging and warming my thigh, twisting inward as it neared what lies between my legs. I instinctively raised my bent leg up the wall to give him full access to my yearning slit.
His strong grip forced me to whimper and moan out in pleasure, his mouth sucking my neck and causing my fat, soccer girl ass to push out and grind against his fat cock slithering between the bundled up layers of my dress. His hand slowed as it reached the furthest extent of my wetness and stopped as he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.
“That’s what I thought. That sounds about right from the stories I heard.” Was all he said and I didn’t care anymore, I just wanted something inside of me.
Scott released me from his grip and led me to his bedroom. As I walked in front of him, I paused. As sultry as I could, I crossed my legs one in front of the other, lifted my arms to hold up my hair, stuck out my ass like I practiced a million times before in the mirror, turned to him and with my best pouty girl voice went “Care to unzip me?”
I didn’t need to ask Scott twice and soon my dress had fallen to the floor, leaving me in just wedge heels and a pearl necklace. Scott pounced on me again, greedily taking handfuls of my breasts, pinching and kneading my erect puffy nipples as I hinged and whined out at the molestation, Scott taking ample liberties with my ass as he pushed me into the bedroom and onto the bed.
As he kissed me lower and lower to suck on my breasts, I let out soft moans of approval, taking thrill in noting that my long wait for the ravaging I needed was soon at an end. I raised my hands above my head to intertwine them in the sheets under his pillows and felt something…lacy…
I pulled them out from under the pillow and saw that they were a pair of black lace crotchless panties. At first I was snapped back to reality, I was just one in a long string of whores for Scott; Thot #476284, but then I looked closer at the lace and tag.
These weren’t just any crotchless lace panties, these were studded with red bows and were comprised of concentric straps that looped around your waist and each upper thigh like a harness. I knew these panties, I knew these panties VERY well, because I was the one who found them on the Victoria’ Secret rack when Carmen and I went shopping for her and Robby’s 5th anniversary…
Scott looked up and saw what I had found and just started laughing. “HAHA she was wondering where those went!” He cackled out.
I shot back up, I couldn’t believe it. Carmen PROMISED me that her fucking Scott was a one-time thing. I was only naked in this man’s bed, my dignity crumpled on the floor with my dress on the other end of the hall, slicked with hormones and grool, because I wanted to protect Carmen and that desperate slut was STILL fucking Scott!
Scott must have picked up on my confusion and anger because he went on to explain how he and Carmen never stopped fucking. They fucked again that very first night after Carmen came to comfort me. Carmen would come over every time he beckoned and they had been fucking before every shift she had at the pool meaning every time I masturbated after seeing her, odds were good that Scott’s load was still in her pussy. I couldn’t believe it. Carmen, MY Carmen, had completely tossed her relationship away for dick. Hell, I was doing more to protect Robby’s feelings that she was! I thought of leaving right then and there. I didn’t care if the video got out, she broke her promise to me. But then something else came over me. Anger. If that bitch was going to fuck me and our friendship, I was going to fuck Scott. I was going to take away from her the cock that was more important than a lifetime of being best friends.
I stood up and faced Scott, I twirled the panties in my hands a few times before turning around, modeling my ass for him as he sat up in his bed. I bent over completely at the waist, sticking my pussy in his face and feeling him take a deep inhale of my aroma. Gingerly, I stepped into the panties, Carmen’s special anniversary crotchless panties and pulled them up and over my waist. I then turned around, put a finger to my lips and asked Scott “Is this how you like your whores?”
Scott became a man possessed at that. He grabbed me around the waist and threw me into the bed. In an instant he was on top of me, forcing my legs spread, knowing how warmed up I was and in need of no special foreplay. I gritted my nails into his back and commanded into his ear “FUCK ME! TAKE IT YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” fueled by pure hate. Hate for Scott, hate for Carmen, and hate for how badly I needed to be roughly forced to cum.
My stunt cock needed no further prodding and soon I was giving a primal “RAAAH! EHHH! UGGH!” as he slammed the full length of his cock into me. The depths of my pussy was ablaze in concentric rings of passionate fire as I was ravaged by my first dick in months, a thick strong dick I had fantasized about and knew I had a purpose to fuck. I gripped Scott around the waist with the full strength of soccer and squat thighs and fucked him back as much as I could. Scott’s rough full length dicking into the mattress was causing the springs to give me just enough momentum to fuck him back on the bounce and in time with his strokes, I gyrated my hips and slammed into him in turn, causing us both to be lost in an animalistic and synced hump for power.
Scott reached a hand behind my head and pulled my ponytail down hard, causing a torrent of pain and pleasure to ripple through my body as I let out a loud “AHHH!” Shriek but matched him blow for blow, clawing at his neck and scalp, egging him on “Yeah! MMM, Take it you fucker! EHH! You like that Pussy? HMM? This Pussy better than that whore Carmen’s? Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me just like that! AHHH!”
I moaned out over and over as the work was getting me too close to orgasm for comfort but I was too angry to cum. Not like this. With one move, I rolled him onto his back and began furiously riding him. I pinned his hands to the mattress and while I had no misconceptions that he could break my hold at any time, he enjoyed giving me the illusion of control and began whimpering himself as I popped up on my feet and squatted the full length of his dick, squeezing my pussy the hardest I could.
Scott was getting close to busting, I could feel him start to reflexively jut his hips under me and he couldn’t maintain eye contact. But I wasn’t finished yet. I wasn’t through claiming my new play thing. Just when I felt Scott was approaching the point of no return, I dismounted. Watching him dart his eyes around in just as much surprise as I was in when he stopped eating me out in the shed. I relished the turn of dynamics.
“Oh? Not so fun is it?” I quipped, before slapping his erect cock, standing defiant in the air, like he had with my clit. Scott did NOT like that! He shot up, having enough and threw me back down on the bed. I just laughed in his face.
“HAHAH how many whores get you this worked up Scottie?” I mockingly told him, rubbing hand over my absolutely drenched pussy, tantalizing him with what he could have.
“Oh you’re going to fucking get it!” Scott growled at me, but his bravado had lost its charm.
“Is that so? Because that dick didn’t make me get anything but bored with you on top.” I rolled over, a move I had rehearsed dozens of times before in my bedroom, I arched my back as much as I could and spread my legs wide, presenting my engorged beet red sex high up into the air like a beast on the savannah ready to breed.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Scott licking his lips at the site “Ready to try again?” I coyly asked him. I looked forward again as I felt the weight of the bed disperse as he got positioned behind me, a satisfied smirk was on my lips. Carmen became a submissive whore to Scott but this sex was all on my terms. Scott had only not cum because I decided that would be so, I chose to make him fuck me from behind, and I knew what I could make my ass do; he would be my slave….But boy was I wrong…
Scott came around and put something on my neck, like a man giving me a necklace, I looked sideways to the mirror and saw him latching something around my throat…it was a dog leash!
As soon as I realized what Scott had done, he yanked up hard, causing me to shoot up onto my knees, gagging and gasping for air as Scott’s muscled hands gripped my collar tight and he gritted into my ear “This is my house, you are my slut. Don’t you forget your place.” I had never gotten so wet.
Scott Shoved me back down so I was back on all fours and he shoved his fat cock straight into me. The little break between positions and the swelling arousal of my pussy had me extra tight and I moaned out loudly at being separated. Scott landed a hard THWACK on the meat of my ass, causing me to YIP out at the sharp pain. Scott then pulled up on the leash, just enough to make me feel his control around my throat as he force fucked me hard, rough, and fast.
I became a screaming moaning mess. I had given up all control, every time I planted my palms and began to thrust back, Scott would tug on my leash to make me rear up, losing my purchase and grip his arms for mercy, just allowing him full access to my pounding. I tried to dirty talk, I tried to swear and call out to any god that would have a slut like me but everything that came out with that tight leash gripping my neck was pure guttural moans and grunts.
Scott tugged up the leash all the way, having me in direct contact with his whole body as the leash hand gripped around my cheeks and his free hand rubbing my clit. I instantly began whimpering and carnally begging at the double stimulation as he whispered in my ear “that’s right, that’s right, you’re going to cum for me”.
“HMPH”, “MMMHM” “MMM” was all I could whine out as I felt his fingers eliciting electricity from my clit, as if he was coaxing out my orgasm. All I could think about was how often I fantasized this moment, all the times I had battery powered vibrations on my clit thinking of this and how the electricity of man was no match for the power of this man.
My moans grew louder and louder as he rubbed out the pent-up aggression of so many ruined orgasms from the shed “ohhh, Ohhhh, OHHHHH!” I forced past my lips.
Scott then slapped my Pussy. After constant stimulation and coaxing of my clit, that was all it took. As if Scott just pressed enter on a computer program, that slap was what it took to send me completely over the edge, my thighs began uncontrollably quivering, my abs were on fire supporting my weight and my orgasm. Scott gripped me in a bear hug from behind as he continued to pound into me, holding me still like prey as I rode out my orgasm. His constant pounding kept it rolling and rolling. He forced me down onto the mattress, a hand on the small of my back and another between my shoulder blades, just like how he had Carmen, as he renewed his assault with vigor.
At this point, I could only see color, losing track of when one orgasmic event ended and the next began. I squealed and shook I secretly prayed that Scott was recording us, I wanted to see me like this, pinned down like an animal with my ass in the air, moaning and squirting my juices as I came.
Scott must have enjoyed the sight just as much as I had as his own pace became more erratic. Scott thrust into me HARD and DETERMINED a few last times. Each eliciting out a “HUUGH!” “UGGGH!” “EHHH!” as my tight teen body was forced to accommodate him and then I felt the tell-tale signs of massive ropes of cum being shot deep into my womb. It was over.
Scott released me as I calmed down and I fell to my hands. “That’s more like it” Scott said triumphantly, laying a light slap on my ass as he slowly thrusted his dick into me. I was a sweaty, out of breathe mess, moaning and sighing and still coming down from a mega orgasm.
Scott collapsed on the bed and I rolled over next to him. I was under no expectations to cuddle but I still had revenge to enact.
“Send me our video, would you? I might want to make myself cum to it later” I confidently said, patting his abs.
Scott looked a little taken aback “What makes you think I recorded us?” He said more guiltily than with indignation.
“Scottie, come on.” I patronizingly told him. “How dumb do you think I am?” at that I noticed Scott nervously glancing towards the window and sure enough, there was his phone.
At that I straddled him, rubbing my still slicked pussy up and down his cock, leaking a mixture of our cum along his body. “And you are going to send Robby that video anyways, is that understood?” I commanded him, feeling his dick growing hard again underneath me as he nodded approval.
“And you are done with Carmen, I think we both know that you’ve reached her ceiling in the sack. You will be fucking me now. Do you understand?”
Scott sat up, moaning his agreement into my chest as his hands began kneading my ass. I extended my hands up to the windowsill and grabbed the phone, seeing that it had been recording for over an hour. I flipped the screen to selfie mode and fixed my hair in the reflection. I savored the image. My bright hazel eyes shining with post-fuck lust, the curve of my back and top of my fat soccer player ass, red with handprints, in full display as the man Carmen threw her life away was hungrily sucking on my nipples.
I looked dead into the camera, blew it a kiss, and said “It’s just a one-time thing, I promise! BESTIES!” My revenge almost complete I stopped the video, pressed share, and texted it to Carmen.
After that night a lot of crazy shit happened. Robby and Carmen broke up! Could you believe it! We all thought they would get married! Lizzie pressed me for details but like, I was as shocked as anyone! Carmen also quit the pool before her next shift, the manager was furious and told her she would not be welcome back next year but I guess she decided going back to her school for summer workouts was just too important! Funny how that works!
And for me? Let’s just say my summer dick drought was firmly, and roughly, at an end.