This story, Greedy little slut, was shared for the first time in 2018, and since I am in the ongoing process of ‘fine-tuning’ my website, and this story fits in perfectly with the second prompt of Erotic Fiction Deluxe, I decided to edit it, and share it again.
Greedy little slut
A smile crossed her face when she entered the bedroom, and saw him looking at her, where he sat in his recliner. She was about to go to the other side of the bed, but he Paul grabbed the fabric of her skirt to stop her.
“Hey, come on!” Carry said, with a half-smile, but also with some irritation shining through in her voice. She was tired and wanted to go to bed.
“On your knees!”
“Pa-a-au-ul,” she moaned his name in dismay, “I’m tired.”
She cried out in pain before she fully realized what had happened. Paul’s hand was strangled in her hair.
“On. Your. Knees.”
With every word he pulled harder, forcing her down to her knees, between his legs. Carry moaned as he pulled her face towards his crotch. He pushed her face hard against his crotch, until she gasped for air. He allowed her some room to breath, then pushed her down again, patiently waiting for the tell-tale sign of her body relaxing, and her surrendering to his will. Paul’s grip relaxed slightly, enough for her to breath in through her nose again. Carry smelled his arousal. Only then she realized his cock was rock hard beneath her face.
She hesitated for only a second. Her hands found the first button and when he didn’t stop her, she continued to unbutton his jeans. The tip of his cock was right in front of her face, pushing out from his underpants. Involuntarily, Carry licked her lips.
“I heard that,” Paul said and there was a chuckle in his voice.
“May I?” Carry asked.
“You have to.”
She tried to look up at him, but his grip tightened again. Carry grabbed the sides of his denims and pulled. He wiggled his ass to help her get his pants down. His cock sprang free and twitched. Carry licked her lips again.
Carry smiled. She moved her hand to hold his cock.
It didn’t help that he still had his hand in her hair, but eventually Carry managed to take his cock in her mouth. He moved with her as she lowered her mouth over his cock, and then allowed it to almost slip out again, while she sucked and licked. Each time she took him in her mouth again, she felt his fingers tighten in her hair. Her moans were not only because she enjoyed sucking him, but also for the pain he caused.
“Keep your mouth open!”
In pure surprise Carry jerked her head up, causing his cock to pop from her mouth, and catching him off guard. He instantly pushed her head back down, creasing her nose against his cock. Precum smeared on her forehead. Paul’s free hand closed around his shaft.
His cock was in her mouth again. He let go of his cock and at the same time his other hand pushed. Pushed her face lower. Forced his cock deeper into her mouth. Carrie tried to swallow, keeping her mouth open as ordered. The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She breathed in through her nose, trying to keep calm. A fraction of a second later she struggled against his hand. She gagged and moaned, and only then he pulled her head up again. Tears had formed in her eyes. She took a deep breath, and then Paul pushed down again. Once again, he held her head firmly in place while she struggled against her gag reflex, and lost.
Over and over he challenged her. Tears and saliva mixed. He released the grip on her hair, then grabbed a handful of hair on either side of her head. Holding onto the sides of her head, he bucked his hips, and moved her head up and down. He fucked her mouth. Each time he pushed in, he touched the back of her throat, but was gone quickly enough for her not to gag again.
In and out. In and out. He moaned. Carry kept her mouth open, incapable of doing anything else. That was all she was now. A mouth. An opening for him to fuck. Carry was reduced to nothing but a hole.
The moment the first spurt of semen hit the inside of her cheek, she closed her mouth. Carry didn’t care that she was ordered to keep her mouth open. She wanted every drop of him.
His cock twitched one more time before she swallowed everything. Saliva. Tears. Semen.
Paul’s hands moved to her chin, lifting her face so she could look at him.
“Greedy slut… my greedy little slut. Bedtime for you!”
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