You lay in front of the bedroom mirror, gently pleasing yourself. Your fingertips swirl around the edge of your clitoris while you hold up the phone. “Mmmm—fuck,” your whimpers slip as your self-satisfying touch increases in pace. Your whimpers transform into moans, and your body reaches an intimate shake. Your faltering hand continues filming as your voice whines towards the screen. The red circle comes to a close and the video stops recording…
“Fuck,” you whisper, allowing your body to cooldown for a brief period. Then, You sit up to review the video. A feeling of pride builds while you watch the screen. Suddenly, the bedroom door flies open. Your head jolts as you look to the door and see me. I scan the room, arriving at your naked body.
My eyes traverse the length of your fully exposed body. I smirk condescendingly. Your phone drops as you reach across your chest, hiding your boobs from me. With your screen faced up, I hear the faint, “Mmmm—fuck,” play. Quickly, I snatch your phone and watch as the recording plays back. I turn the volume up, forcing you to listen in embarrassment. The sense of pride you just felt now backhands you with humiliation.
“Looks like someone was having—fun.” My eyebrows rise as I stare at the screen. “What happened to being an angel?” my voice sharpens. “You weren’t about to send this to someone—where you?” I tease with a laugh. I lock your phone and toss it to the side. You look up at me with your legs folded, your arms covering your chest. I lean down and run my fingers through your hair. “Don’t be shy, slut,” I chuckle. My hand glides across your reddened face, guiding your eyesight to me.
A painful slap is sent across your cheek. “Drop to your hands… NOW, SLUT!” I yell. Fearfully, you let down your hands, revealing your tiny breasts. I grin, “You have such pretty little tits. Stand up, bitch,” my voice commands. Obediently, you rise. My steps fall behind you as my fingertips ride down your sides. Your ass is pressed back against my erection-filledjeans.
My right hand reaches between your legs. I slide my fingertips across the length of your vaginal lips. Juices flow onto my skin, signaling your silent excitement. My breath primally beats against your ear as I bring my finger to your lips. “Wet my fingers,” I order. Your lips wrap around my middle two fingers. Your tongue cusps the underside of my skin, while your head bobs enjoyably. “Good girl,” I encourage.
My fingers pull from your mouth. Immediately, reaching between your thighs. Your head falls back against my body as I enter your vaginal lips. My palm rests above your clitoris and my two fingers ease upward. A swelling gratification consumes your body, you feel pressure being applied to your vaginal roof. The rigged wall sends waves of uncontrollable desire across your legs. Your body presses back against me for support. I laugh enjoyably while the waves manifest in a series of desperatemoans.
You look down and see my veins protruding from my arm. My hold on you tightens, and my fingers torment you in a jackhammer-like aggression. I taunt, “Oh, you are such a good little angel,” as your screams pierce my eardrum. “That right, babygirl. Keep going. You’re doing so good.”
I pull my fingers from you. The removal of pleasure sends your body into a panting cool down. In a moment of kindness, I allow you to regain your breath, but the kindness is quickly eradicated by a sharp-edged command, “Get on all fours, bitch.” You find yourself thrown to the floor. Desperate to serve, you scramble to your hands and knees. I crawl up behind you and grab your thighs. My right hand pushes down against your lower back, forcing you to arch.
My fingers run through your hair, gripping a long, thick cluster, and pulling your head back. With your face at an upward angle, you feel my throbbing tip graze over your vaginal crease. I press my shaft against your lips in prelude to your demise. “Holy shittt,” your voice moans in painful pleasure. My shaft, covered in your juices, descends into your body. My breath audibly heaves and in a possessed voice I condescend, “Mmmghhh fuckkk yeaa bitch.” My throbbing penis remains lodged inside of you as the words fill your ears.
My right hand slaps your ass. Then digs into the side of your hip. My grip on your hair tightens, pulling your head further back. My cock seemingly shoves deeper within your walls. I pull back bringing my tip toward the opening of your vagina. The easing is quickly followed by a powerful pummel which shoots screams across the room. I pull back again and pound against your little body. The pace slowly forms, and you feel yourself being consumed by an otherworldly pleasure.
Your eyes fall shut, embracing the physical sensations. With every bodily pounding flashes of red, spark before your eyes. Pulsations of relinquished stress spawn from your lower body and pour outward. My breath beats with increasing heaviness. You cry out, “Please cum inside of me, sir.”
My voices falters in enjoyment, “Who do—you worship?”
“You, SIRRR,” your voice crescendos into a crazed moan.
You feel my body shaking from behind you. My nails did deeper into your skin. “Uhh—uhh—fuckkk. I’m gonna CUMM,” my juices burst inside you as I mindlessly milk the pleasure from your body. The juices flow around my cock and against your walls as they spill out. I hold myself deep inside you with a final thrust. Then, my liquid covered erection slips from your vaginal opening. My hand sends a severe slap across your ass.
“Next time, take a video and send that to somebody, bitch.” My lips twist into a sarcastic smirk as I make a move to the door.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o80pqh/picturesense_of_an_angel_fingering_degradation