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You strut around in front of me, wearing nothing but stiletto heels, black silk stockings that brush against your pussy, and all your expensive jewelry—rings, bracelets, necklaces—jingling softly as you balance on those razor-thin heels. You glide through the room like it’s the most natural thing in the world, naked, your face done up like a classy slut. You make a show of looking for something, tidying up, but every move is rehearsed to rile me up, and every now and then, you shoot me a glance of feigned indifference.
My cock’s rock-hard, straining against my pants. I rub it shamelessly, and it drives you wild that I haven’t made a move yet. I decide when and how. You get bolder, bending over without bending your knees to pick up something that doesn’t exist, flashing your asshole and the slit of your pussy. Your mature, juicy ass sways on those silk-clad legs, elongated by the heels.
I can’t hold back anymore. I grab your hips, pressing my hard cock against your ass. You turn with a bratty, rebellious pout, your eyes blazing with defiance, daring me to take control. I yank your hair, forcing your head back, exposing your neck. I kiss it slowly, working my way up to your mouth. You bite my lips and push me away.
“I don’t want to…” you say, as if you dressed like this just to clean the house.
I grab your hair harder this time and drag you to the bedroom. I force you to face the full-length mirror, making you confront the sight of yourself in nothing but stockings and jewelry, your makeup starting to run. Submissive to the alpha, yet still with that defiant spark in your eyes. You try to pull away, but I tug your hair harder, pressing you against my throbbing cock. With my free hand, I roam your body as I please—it’s mine to do whatever I want with.
I grope your tits, squeezing and kneading them roughly. Your nipples harden, betraying how much you’re enjoying this despite your stubborn rebellion. I spread your legs, my fingers plunging into your wet, hot pussy, opening you up in front of the mirror. I pinch your swollen clit, making you jump, then tease it slowly, pulling back its hood.
All you can whimper is, “No, no, no… yes… you asshole, yes… yesss…”
The pleasure builds, but I refuse to speed up. You’re pinching and pulling your own nipples now, like you’re trying to rip them off, while I keep finger-fucking you. When your orgasm hits, your legs buckle, and with a sharp tug on your hair, I force you to keep your eyes open.
“I don’t want you closing your eyes. For once, you’re going to see the face you make when you cum like the cheap slut you really are.”
This is the moment I speed up my fingers, dragging out your orgasm until you’re limp as a rag doll. But I’m not done with you. Without letting you recover, I force you to your knees. I pull out my cock, harder and thicker than ever, the tip slick with precum. You resist, still playing that game, because we both know it’s just a game to challenge the alpha, to provoke punishment and make me force you to do what you’re dying to do—suck a massive cock that barely fits in your mouth.
A couple of slaps echo in the room, leaving your face flushed—enough to knock the nonsense out of you. I shove my cock down your throat, all the way to your tonsils. I fuck your mouth, gripping your hair to set the pace, making sure you take it all until you gag. You look up at me with lust in your eyes, tears streaming down your face, ruining your mascara. I love how the smeared makeup makes you look even more like a whore.
You don’t need forcing anymore—you never did. It was just the role you love to play. You grab my shaft with your ring-covered fingers, a cock so thick you can’t fully wrap your hand around it. You savor sucking the tip, stroking my balls before licking it like a bitch in heat. You feel them, heavy and full of thick cum.
In your little revenge, you tease me with an intense blowjob, stopping just as I’m about to cum, rubbing my cock across your face, kissing the tip. You tease it like it’s your cherished plaything, jerking it slowly, running your tongue over the sensitive crown before sucking again, like you’re scared someone’s going to take it away.
Finally, you take pity on me. You grip my thighs and suck like a woman possessed, your jewelry jingling with every move. My cock swells, unloading the first thick spurt of cum straight into your mouth. With a growl, I shoot four or five more ropes of creamy cum while you gently squeeze my balls, milking them to make sure you get every drop. You’re greedy—you want it all.
When I catch my breath, you look up with a kittenish smile and open your mouth, showing me your tongue coated in a massive glob of cum. As you’d guess from the size of my balls, I shoot massive loads, and the first one’s always the thickest. “Don’t swallow,” I say. “I want to see you drool it.”
The mix of cum and spit dribbles slowly from your red lips, dripping down your chin, forming a thread that lands on your tits, coating your expensive necklaces. You rub it into your hard nipples, savoring it. You lick the cum caught between your rings. I scoop the thick mess of cum from your chin with two fingers and shove them in your mouth. You suck them like you’re still hungry for more.
“Craving me to wreck your pussy, aren’t you, you filthy slut?”
Still sucking my fingers, you nod, looking at me like a naughty little girl. I lift you up and throw you onto the bed. The feeling of being just an object I control only turns you on more. I spread your legs, savoring your body, desperate for me to fuck you. You’re so wet your juices have stained the garters of your stockings, and it smells fucking delicious.
Without warning, I shove my cock into your red, swollen pussy—it’s like sliding into velvet. Your walls grip my cock, sucking it in, your wetness soaking my balls with every thrust. You wrap your legs around me, the silk stockings brushing against me, using your heels like spurs to make me fuck you harder, deeper. You cling to me, whispering a mix of filthy talk, curses, and praise.
You love that I’m a hairy, brute animal, handling you with one arm, reading the dark desires in your mind without you saying a word, using you for my pleasure without hesitation or permission. You love a fat cock filling your pussy like no one has in years, knowing your friends would die of envy if they knew—because deep down, they’re as slutty as you, but too scared to admit it.
As I fuck you, sweating and grunting, I want to hear you say it—how much you want me, in the dirtiest way you can. You wrap your legs tighter, clawing my back, hitting your second orgasm as my cock slams into your womb. You’re a mess—exhausted, hair tangled, sweaty, sticky, your pussy gaping, but smiling with satisfaction. You stroke my still-hard cock. “You’ve left my pussy sore, you asshole… but I love it.”
“Get ready, then, because it’s been a while since I took your ass.”
Without another word, I flip you onto all fours, face down on the mattress, ass high in the air. I spread your cheeks and dive in for a deep rimjob, licking your asshole and nibbling your cheeks. A thick glob of spit, and I slide two fingers in—no need for much prep, since you’re no stranger to working your ass when you play with yourself. My fingers pave the way, my tongue teasing your sphincter. You start cursing, begging like a bitch in heat for me to fuck you, to violate you, to pound your ass raw. Meanwhile, you’re fingering your still-gaping, dripping pussy.
Just like I fucked your pussy, I’m going to wreck your ass so you can’t sit for a week. I grip your hips and slide in slowly. Halfway in, you take over, pushing back to take it all, then grinding your ass in circles. A couple of spanks leave red marks on your cheeks, making you move faster as I hear the wet sounds of your fingers in your pussy. I fuck you so hard the bed creaks, and you moan with every thrust. I grab your hair again, forcing you to look in the mirror at your pleasure-ravaged face as I destroy your juicy ass.
You wanted to play the classy little slut with your stockings and jewelry. Now you’re being fucked with untamed ferocity, begging for more with a broken voice, makeup smeared, cum streaked across your face and tits. And you know what? You look fucking gorgeous like this.
I cum inside your ass, filling you with thick semen that leaks from your stretched hole as I pull out. You’re spent, both holes gaping, and I kiss you deeply, our spit and tongues mingling.
My cock’s rock-hard, straining against my pants. I rub it shamelessly, and it drives you wild that I haven’t made a move yet. I decide when and how. You get bolder, bending over without bending your knees to pick up something that doesn’t exist, flashing your asshole and the slit of your pussy. Your mature, juicy ass sways on those silk-clad legs, elongated by the heels.
I can’t hold back anymore. I grab your hips, pressing my hard cock against your ass. You turn with a bratty, rebellious pout, your eyes blazing with defiance, daring me to take control. I yank your hair, forcing your head back, exposing your neck. I kiss it slowly, working my way up to your mouth. You bite my lips and push me away.
“I don’t want to…” you say, as if you dressed like this just to clean the house.
I grab your hair harder this time and drag you to the bedroom. I force you to face the full-length mirror, making you confront the sight of yourself in nothing but stockings and jewelry, your makeup starting to run. Submissive to the alpha, yet still with that defiant spark in your eyes. You try to pull away, but I tug your hair harder, pressing you against my throbbing cock. With my free hand, I roam your body as I please—it’s mine to do whatever I want with.
I grope your tits, squeezing and kneading them roughly. Your nipples harden, betraying how much you’re enjoying this despite your stubborn rebellion. I spread your legs, my fingers plunging into your wet, hot pussy, opening you up in front of the mirror. I pinch your swollen clit, making you jump, then tease it slowly, pulling back its hood.
All you can whimper is, “No, no, no… yes… you asshole, yes… yesss…”
The pleasure builds, but I refuse to speed up. You’re pinching and pulling your own nipples now, like you’re trying to rip them off, while I keep finger-fucking you. When your orgasm hits, your legs buckle, and with a sharp tug on your hair, I force you to keep your eyes open.
“I don’t want you closing your eyes. For once, you’re going to see the face you make when you cum like the cheap slut you really are.”
This is the moment I speed up my fingers, dragging out your orgasm until you’re limp as a rag doll. But I’m not done with you. Without letting you recover, I force you to your knees. I pull out my cock, harder and thicker than ever, the tip slick with precum. You resist, still playing that game, because we both know it’s just a game to challenge the alpha, to provoke punishment and make me force you to do what you’re dying to do—suck a massive cock that barely fits in your mouth.
A couple of slaps echo in the room, leaving your face flushed—enough to knock the nonsense out of you. I shove my cock down your throat, all the way to your tonsils. I fuck your mouth, gripping your hair to set the pace, making sure you take it all until you gag. You look up at me with lust in your eyes, tears streaming down your face, ruining your mascara. I love how the smeared makeup makes you look even more like a whore.
You don’t need forcing anymore—you never did. It was just the role you love to play. You grab my shaft with your ring-covered fingers, a cock so thick you can’t fully wrap your hand around it. You savor sucking the tip, stroking my balls before licking it like a bitch in heat. You feel them, heavy and full of thick cum.
In your little revenge, you tease me with an intense blowjob, stopping just as I’m about to cum, rubbing my cock across your face, kissing the tip. You tease it like it’s your cherished plaything, jerking it slowly, running your tongue over the sensitive crown before sucking again, like you’re scared someone’s going to take it away.
Finally, you take pity on me. You grip my thighs and suck like a woman possessed, your jewelry jingling with every move. My cock swells, unloading the first thick spurt of cum straight into your mouth. With a growl, I shoot four or five more ropes of creamy cum while you gently squeeze my balls, milking them to make sure you get every drop. You’re greedy—you want it all.
When I catch my breath, you look up with a kittenish smile and open your mouth, showing me your tongue coated in a massive glob of cum. As you’d guess from the size of my balls, I shoot massive loads, and the first one’s always the thickest. “Don’t swallow,” I say. “I want to see you drool it.”
The mix of cum and spit dribbles slowly from your red lips, dripping down your chin, forming a thread that lands on your tits, coating your expensive necklaces. You rub it into your hard nipples, savoring it. You lick the cum caught between your rings. I scoop the thick mess of cum from your chin with two fingers and shove them in your mouth. You suck them like you’re still hungry for more.
“Craving me to wreck your pussy, aren’t you, you filthy slut?”
Still sucking my fingers, you nod, looking at me like a naughty little girl. I lift you up and throw you onto the bed. The feeling of being just an object I control only turns you on more. I spread your legs, savoring your body, desperate for me to fuck you. You’re so wet your juices have stained the garters of your stockings, and it smells fucking delicious.
Without warning, I shove my cock into your red, swollen pussy—it’s like sliding into velvet. Your walls grip my cock, sucking it in, your wetness soaking my balls with every thrust. You wrap your legs around me, the silk stockings brushing against me, using your heels like spurs to make me fuck you harder, deeper. You cling to me, whispering a mix of filthy talk, curses, and praise.
You love that I’m a hairy, brute animal, handling you with one arm, reading the dark desires in your mind without you saying a word, using you for my pleasure without hesitation or permission. You love a fat cock filling your pussy like no one has in years, knowing your friends would die of envy if they knew—because deep down, they’re as slutty as you, but too scared to admit it.
As I fuck you, sweating and grunting, I want to hear you say it—how much you want me, in the dirtiest way you can. You wrap your legs tighter, clawing my back, hitting your second orgasm as my cock slams into your womb. You’re a mess—exhausted, hair tangled, sweaty, sticky, your pussy gaping, but smiling with satisfaction. You stroke my still-hard cock. “You’ve left my pussy sore, you asshole… but I love it.”
“Get ready, then, because it’s been a while since I took your ass.”
Without another word, I flip you onto all fours, face down on the mattress, ass high in the air. I spread your cheeks and dive in for a deep rimjob, licking your asshole and nibbling your cheeks. A thick glob of spit, and I slide two fingers in—no need for much prep, since you’re no stranger to working your ass when you play with yourself. My fingers pave the way, my tongue teasing your sphincter. You start cursing, begging like a bitch in heat for me to fuck you, to violate you, to pound your ass raw. Meanwhile, you’re fingering your still-gaping, dripping pussy.
Just like I fucked your pussy, I’m going to wreck your ass so you can’t sit for a week. I grip your hips and slide in slowly. Halfway in, you take over, pushing back to take it all, then grinding your ass in circles. A couple of spanks leave red marks on your cheeks, making you move faster as I hear the wet sounds of your fingers in your pussy. I fuck you so hard the bed creaks, and you moan with every thrust. I grab your hair again, forcing you to look in the mirror at your pleasure-ravaged face as I destroy your juicy ass.
You wanted to play the classy little slut with your stockings and jewelry. Now you’re being fucked with untamed ferocity, begging for more with a broken voice, makeup smeared, cum streaked across your face and tits. And you know what? You look fucking gorgeous like this.
I cum inside your ass, filling you with thick semen that leaks from your stretched hole as I pull out. You’re spent, both holes gaping, and I kiss you deeply, our spit and tongues mingling.
