On the brink of her orgasm, Chris’ fingers pummeled into her body from behind. Her figure was pushed forward with every harsh thrust inside her, and the fast friction was building her imminent peak. He growled in her ear, “You like knowing they’re listening, huh… you like it when I’m rough with you?” She couldn’t form words and just gasped and whimpered in return while he had his way with her. Amidst one of her whimpers erupted a small noise that resembled a cat-like noise, and fitting for the nickname he had just divulged for her, she repeated it.
Like a powerless sub, she played into the part and allowed the ongoing sexual event in hopes of her desperate need for a final release.
Her words rushed from her mouth, perpetuating in a vibration with the intrusions he have, “Oooh myyy Gaaahd…” another cat-like whine was created with her vocal chords, echoing in her own mind and bringing her closer to her end. “Jesus!” she cried with another purr.
With her willing figure bouncing against his hand over the edge of the bed, he rammed his two fingers into her repeatedly, watching the wiggle in her ass cheeks as they moved. Her noises amplified his own desire and the throbbing of his hardness pelted him like never before. He gasped, holding back the urge to push into her right then and there and switched his mindset to the new fantasy, the new idea to push her limits. Her kink had taken them this far and it had been awhile since he had a partner that was so open to the idea of perverse sex.
With what he could have only imagined her unforeseen removal of his hand, he ached to hit her again almost automatically, but held back. Her one abused cheek was red enough already where the belt had hit her, and he didn’t want to push his luck with pain.
Out of breath and with a soaked hand, he looked at her face against the bed. She was panting herself, her eyes wide and open in shock, remaining in her place. His clean hand took to the side of her face and pressed it gently into the mattress, conveying again a sense of control. He stared at her as she remained unmoved and silent, attempting to catch her breath. Her mouth twitched into a kind of a smile as he continued to watch her. Finally, the meow she had perfected with her throat sounded and it acted like an alarm in Chris’ mind; she knew her place and all the rules, and was up for more play.
With his two glistening soaked fingers from her cunt raised in her face, he spoke quietly as if no need for a dominating voice was necessary, “Here Kitten, eat your dinner.”
The smell of her own self was faint. Fresh fluid was spread all across the tools he had used so harshly on her. In surprise, her jaw came undone as he pressed her face into the mattress and moved his juiced fingers to her open mouth.
His warm large fingers gradually slid along her tongue easily. She took every bit of length he gave her and closed her lips around the thickness. Her tongue curled around the protrusion and she began to suck as he pulled out. Her cheeks concaved and Chris pushed inside her mouth again, mimicking a blow job.
A hiss through Chris’ teeth told Hanley she was impressing him. She opened her eyes and looked up to see him hovering over her body. His incredibly hard and thick cock was sprung behind his hands while one knee was rested on the low bed beside her. He exhaled audibly as if admiring something beautiful, “You’re such a good girl… such a good Kitten. Now all I need is another meow with your mouth full,” his voice was barely heard and the tone he was using was instruction, but passive. “Can you do that Kitten, purr for me again?”
Hanley felt the tips of his fingers hit the back of her throat gently and kept up with her impression of oral sex. A few sounds were made as attempts while he continued to exploit her mouth, and finally after a few quick tries, she was able to produce the sound for him, once again.
Unable to hold himself back, Chris’ teeth sucked in air again and with a careful watch, he continued to use her mouth, “My pretty Kitten, you take everything you’re given, don’t you…” Chris’ fingers reached to the back of her throat and he held once. But not trying her patience, pulled out completely, brushing her hair away from her neck and face and presenting his long hard self to her face once more. With the fingers she had just been deep-throated with, he pumped himself slowly a few times before releasing her face and moving behind her and out of sight.
A bit worried she wouldn’t be able to hold out for long, she waited the few moments that seemed to drag out. Silence while she caught her breath gave her time to re-energize.
As Chris moved towards the door, he smirked to himself and confessed to his next test of the waters, “My good Kitten. Now,” He saw the side of her face as she attempted to peer back at him, “let’s give our audience something to be entertained by.” He watched her carefully as he placed his hand on the door handle and turned it.
Hanley’s neck snapped with the quick turn back to the door, and as it opened slowly, just enough for her to see outside the room, a bit of panic set in. A small intake of breath was all she had time for, before her heightened arousal toyed with the idea of an actual audience, and another level of unknown sexual arousal came over her. Her body visibly reacted to the suggestion as Chris left his hand on the handle, waiting for her consent and finally when she felt the fire in her eyes, he simply let go and walked away.
She opened her mouth to speak but held back vocalizing, remembering that she needed permission first.
His smirk enlarged and he spoke at normal volume, with the intention of their friends to overhear and be invited in for the show. “An audience. I’m upping the ante for you, Kitten. If they want to watch, let’s let them. Our backs are turned so we won’t even know.”
Hanley’s jaw dropped, and she smiled. Her hips pivoted into the mattress below her and she bit her bottom lip in return. Her breathing instantly became heavy with the thought. With the few steps back, Chris walked to her, knelt and cradled her neck from under and bent down over her, whispering directly into her ear. “Invite them in. Turn them on. Whine, meow and moan.” He tapped her red cheek with his free hand and with the surprise tap, she instinctively squeaked. That was all it took for the public foreplay to begin. Chris released her neck, leaving her face against the bed, and moved back behind her again.
With the thoughts of the presented situation swirling in her mind, and in an exciting and highly sexual state, she froze and didn’t have much time to think it over more seriously before she heard the rip of the condom. This was it, she was going to get it. And she felt his warm hand touch her less-sensitive cheek.
His tip was warm with a hard mass but a soft touch. He slid it between her lips, covering it in her wet before pressure was felt and he was sliding inside, filling her to the brim.
The first packing was immense and she swore she felt her insides stretch. She felt relieved to finally have what she waited so long for.
And the void had returned as he pulled back. His hands gripped either side of her body and held onto her hip bones as he descended back into her hole. She heard him curse under his breath once before the pace was picked up quickly and easily, and her form was being moved for her, again.
The tight grip of his hands on her skin with the combination of his breathing behind her and small moans while he penetrated, and her own struggle to find compensation for their movements plus her dire need to come, forced her immediately into overdrive. Unable to keep from having her orgasm any longer, her core involuntarily began it’s rise. Her vocals followed suit and high-pitches were heard. Vibrations in her voice ran deep with his drives until she reached the point of no return and came. “Fuuuck!”
A small sting on her untouched cheek was felt, but was hardly noticed and a murmur under her moans of exquisite pleasure resembled Chris’ voice, “Watch your language…” but the movement inside of her didn’t stop, and neither did his audible breathing, his fingers tightening on her flesh, the slick saturation of her fluid seeping from her hole… The endorphins took their time, flowing through her bloodlines, giving her a sensational euphoria, and as it faded, reality set back into place.
And as she came to from her own massive orgasm, the world around her began to make sense. Colours had come back into focus. She could hear the television from the other room more clearer. Her fingers that were grasping the comforter beneath her had begun to sting from their tight hold, and her ass cheek gradually started to burn from the belt hits.
His lunges inside her were deepening and forceful. One of his hands was now holding her shoulder for leverage as he drove into her from behind. In order to keep herself steady, she constricted her own muscles and began to wait for him to come inside of her. Surely it wasn’t going to take long. She meowed for him again, amazed by the sound she had created in response to his nickname for her, closed her eyes and drifted into bliss while he continued to use her.
She felt his strong hand come to her cheek. It guided her to turn and he pressed her face into the bed again. His confidence and domination over her were incredibly sexy, and as he continued to push inside of her, she felt her cunt contract from the very submissive proposition he had placed her in.
“Look at me,” he breathed in an erotic and superior tone, “I wanna see your face while I fuck you… and I want you to see mine when I finish inside you…”
Looking back at him, Hanley struggled to position her head sideways but it was well worth the struggle. Chris’ face was flush. He was hard at work. Even with her face pushed into the mattress and the bouncing her figure was forced to reconcile with, the eye contact she retained with him through his build was enthralling and she couldn’t look away.
His jaw dropped and his thrusts became increasingly more powerful. He was grunting and rising to his brink. She had a phenomenal idea that would more than likely add to his gratification, and so she outright meowed softly. Immediately, Chris’ throat seemed to close and his eyes popped open. A few more thrusts into her backside was all it took before she knew he was releasing his seed into the thin fabric between them. One powerful push after another, Chris finished, keeping his eyes on hers the whole time. As explicit as the scene had been, the constant shared stare somehow connected them on a deeper level, and she felt incredibly thankful for the moment.
His eyelids slid closed and his breathing caught. Hanley finally felt the kink in her neck and relaxed as well. The placement of his hand on the side of her face sank as he weakened, allowing his own climactic hormones to flow through their course.
As gentle as he could be, his hand lifted off her head and his fingertips were felt on her bare skin. They made their way slowly down her bare shoulder, down the natural curves of her back to her raised hip and down the flow of her backside. The intimate sensation sent shivers across her skin and a puff of breath ran through her parted lips. She closed her eyes and allowed his vision to take the sight of her submissive pose in once more before she knew the night would be over.
With the thought of the end of their forbidden sex, came the realization of what had happened and the beginning of regret began to sink in. As Chris pulled out and discarded the full condom behind her and out of her sight, a type of numbness overcame her and a haze of thoughts clouded her mind. The verification of cheating was there but with no real sense to it. Lost between a desire and a love, and currently physically placed in a situation that didn’t seem appropriate to think deep enough about her unwise choice, she drifted from a dense guilt to a blissful satisfaction.
She lay with her eyes closed, half on the floor, half on the bed.
“Can you get some ice?” His voice was quiet, and didn’t seem to be directed to her. Hanley’s eyes flew open. In the midst of their unbelievable sexual experience, she had forgotten about the open door. She had a daunting feeling that someone had come into the room.
Frozen in her position still over the end of the bed, she heard the door open, and then close. Not being able to do anything else about the situation, and somewhat in disbelief herself, she closed her eyes gently, and smiled. The smile stretched across her face more so than she could have ever believed herself.
“Hanley…” he asked, calmly for her attention. But she remained, trying to postpone moving at all. The inevitable was upon her and she couldn’t ignore it, but she could delay it. Chris snickered, “Come on Kitten, have a look.” She took a deep breath and glanced over her shoulder. Back in what appeared to be a daze of lust, surprise and a fulfilling dream, she saw Chris first, putting his boxers back on. The black tattoos scattered across his beautiful physique. Then her eyes captured three other bodies beside him, staring at her bare red ass as she lay naked over the bed.
She felt her face flush with red, before turning back and face-planting into the mattress, “Hi,” was all she could think of to say.
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