Her name was Frosty. At least, that’s the name I knew her by.
It fit her for so many reasons I’d learn later, but the immediate one was that her dark hair was dyed a cold blue at the edges.
I knew this from several pictures I’d seen – I’d never seen her in the flesh, and certainly hadn’t experienced her in the flesh before. But I knew both of those facts would change very soon. And that had me hard as a fucking rock.
*
I road the elevator up to the floor where I knew she was.
I walked down the hall to the room I’d rented for us, inside which she was doing one of two things.
Most likely, she was waiting on the bed, naked, legs spread – stroking her little shaved pussy. She was told to pet it like “the hungry soaked kitty” which it was for my cock. She was to have it ready and waiting for me so I’d have to waste no time getting straight into the prize she offered me.
That, or she was to be bent over the desk in the room. Naked/clothed there were no instructions. That position meant there should be no instructions. If she was doing that, I told her to make sure her hands were stretched up to the top, that she should be holding onto that fucking thing for her love of life cause she was going to need it.
If she was bent over the desk that was her telling me it was okay that I just do whatever I want, take her however I want, as hard and as often as I wanted for the night we were scheduled to spend in that room.
God I hoped she’d made that second choice – which would be the last choice she’d make for herself till I released her back to the wild the next day.
*
I used the key, opened the door. And there, bent over the table, was my whore.
*
I wondered how long she’d waited that way. If she’d been as dedicated to this as she had claimed, or if she’d cheated like a bad little bitch and just threw herself into position when she heard me at the door.
Either way what was important was that her legs were spread wide so her ass opened for my immediate inspection. So I could see her little damp cunt lips each separately pressed against the wood of the table.
I couldn’t see her face, but I could see the blue tips of her hair, as she lay face down on the table with her ass up for me. She dared not to look back, or anywhere. But I didn’t need to see her face for what I wanted.
*
I didn’t waste time. This bitch was mine for only 24 more hours, and I had so many things that needed to be accomplished in that time.
I don’t know if I ran to her but I know I didn’t stop to admire the view she presented me with, I made straight for her once I’d slammed the door shut behind me.
She might have expected many things, but not for me to rush her.
I stoped just to the left of her, beside her hip basically. I reached quickly with my left hand and tangled it hard into her hair, grabbing some of the scalp and just as much as the rest, and twisted and pulled it tight so I had a grip on her head, which I held there against the table she was stretched over. Pinning her, not letting her move if she wanted too, but I know she didn’t want to, she wanted to be hurt and she would be.
My other hand didn’t wind up, like in some stupid made-for porn BDSM clip. There was no dramatic waving of it up at the top of my shoulder. No little wave to say “ass I’m coming to hurt you just inches short of damaging you.” I just threw my open palm as hard as I could at the space between her ass cheeks, and curled my fingers as I did it. I didn’t care where or what I was hitting, if my fingers were scraping against her little ass pucker or her pussy lips or even getting far enough down to smash her clit a bit. It didn’t matter, I just rained that hand down on her stormy little ass, again, and again and again.
I hear her gasps turn to sobs almost immediately. It was rough and uncompromising, but that’s what that position she presented herself in called for. She asked for this, and it was turning me on.
My erection almost burst the zipper, my cock throbbed each time I hit her little whore pussy, her little slut ass. Each little sob that escaped her lips fed my desire.
Sometimes I hit the fun spot of her plump little ass, but most often, I aimed for the cunt.
And I knew she loved it deep down, she’d told me before this was what she most wanted, but it wasn’t that I knew, it’s that her soaking pussy was telling me.
I tested it, I tested her. Instead of continuing to spank her, I finally just rammed my thumb into her pussy and curled the rest of my fingers up in her hood – simultaneously punching pussy lips between some fingers, and mashing her clit with the others. My thumb curled inside per pussy, searching for the hard nub, but I wondered if I even cared to find it. This was just about invading her, and if she came, she came, and she would fucking cum for me if she knew what was good for her….
I just attacked her pussy with my hand and god her sobs mixed with moans were electric.
I swear she moaned “sir” sometimes under her breath, almost taunting me with her bratty insubordination. She had to pay, and even if she hadn’t said anything, she’d pay for just showing up like the cock hungry bitch she was. My cock hungry bitch.
So I pulled that hand from her pussy and smacked it again on her throbbing little pussy just as hard as I could. Now there was a windup because I wanted this to really hurt. I twisted her hair harder in my fingers and listened as she moaned, her mouth pressed against the tabletop. I hit her ass hard and god I needed more than this. Her violence induced orgasms were great, but I needed to bring the pain to her with one of my own. I wanted to hear her beg for me to fill her with my cum.
*
I used the hand that had hit her to unzip and free my cock, the other hand never stopped holding her face down.
*
I stepped behind her and held the base of my cock, I aimed the tip for her pussy and pushed my stiffness as hard as I could into her pussy, as fast as I could. I stabbed my cock into her ass and pulled back on her hair. I road myself up into her pussy and slammed my balls hard against her as I did. I pounded, like an animal, like an animal that wanted to hurt her with my cock. Though I know, it was mostly pleasure she’d take regardless.
I’m sure it had to hurt, I had pounded that pussy in the name of pain for a long, long time, before I pounded it for my own pleasure. But she was fucking loving it. She was crying and laughing at the same time. Her pussy was throwing with pain on the way in, and extract on the way out. And I felt that, I felt her spasms around my cock as it enjoyed the sloppy warm pussy she provided.
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