Jack's Adventures 20: Maria 02

(Content warning: The following story contains some light BDSM)

I watched Maria's long fingers work my belt buckle, then I looked at her breasts, her nipples pointing slightly up and apart, with streaks of shininess where my mouth had run across her skin. I leaned in and licked one of her nipples again, and she giggled, her torso heaving up and toward me, and my belt came undone, her fingers undid the clasp of my slacks, and the two sides fell apart and my zipper came down with it. I leaned back, lifted my butt off the couch, and she pulled my pants and briefs down my thighs all in one go.

My cock sprung up fully hard, dripping with pre-cum. Maria gasped, her eyes lighting up, her mouth spread wide in a surprised smile. I pushed my pants down over my knees and sat back, and she sat back on my thighs and looked down at my dick standing to attention in front of her. She lifted a hand to her mouth, played with her bottom lip with a long index finger. I caressed her thighs, then ran my hands upward and gripped her butt, and we stayed here for a brief moment, me waiting for her to take action.

Then she looked around, her eyes briefly fixing on the front door.

"Let's go to my bedroom," she said. "In case my roommate comes back."

She stood up off of me, I pushed up to my feet, and I hobbled after her down a hallway. Her stilettos clacked across the hardwood, the neck of her dress still wrapped around her upper waist, the bottom hem riding up her ass and showing off the lower curves of her butt cheeks. I followed her through another door, she closed it behind me, and we were in her bedroom.

The walls were light pink, the curtains hanging over the far window were a deep indigo. The room was small, a queen bed dominating most of it, covered in multiple duvets and knits, a stuffed unicorn perched between the two pillows at the head. A towering mahogany bureau stood opposite it, with a simple desk next to that. Wooden shelves lined the walls, topped with framed photos and succulents.

I sat down on the bed and leaned back on my elbows, and started taking off my shirt. Maria stood by the door, removing her earrings. Then she took off her stilettos, and stared me down as she slid her dress down her narrow hips, pulled down her underwear as well, and stepped out of both. I looked at her glorious naked body, her small perky tits, her slender and tight belly, her completely shaved pussy. She strode over to me confidently, leaned down and kissed me, and while doing so I felt a hand wrap around my dick. I grunted, and her hand started working it up and down quickly as her lips ran over mine, as she shoved her tongue in my mouth and between my teeth. I bit lightly on her tongue and then she pulled her face away, looking mildly shocked but still smiling.

"Naughty boy," she said, her hand tightening around my shaft, twisting firmly over my head, the pressure making me wince.

She dropped down between my legs and worked on pulling off my shoes and pants. I sat straight up and looked down at her, pushed my hands through her hair. She lifted her face, turned her head, and bit down, hard, on the knuckle of my thumb. I gasped at the pain and she smiled wickedly up at me before tenderly kissing the spot she'd just bit.

"Should I be scared?" I said, dragging the tip of my thumb across her lips and pushing it between them, into her mouth.

She flashed her eyebrows up at me before closing her eyes and sucking on my thumb sensuously. I felt her tongue run all around it, felt her teeth clench lightly at the base. Her promiscuousness was increasing my lust for her to an even greater degree. I wanted her to take my cock back in her hands, put it in her mouth, wanted to hold her head firmly in my hands and stare into her eyes as I fucked her throat...

Maybe she read my mind, or maybe we were just on the same wavelength, because her hands, which had been resting on top of my thighs, came to my dick and wrapped tightly around it and started jacking me off furiously, her arms pumping up and down, her eyes opening and staring at me, her eyebrows peaked up her forehead, my finger still buried in her mouth. She bit harder around my thumb and I gasped at the pain, then responded by gripping her hair tightly in my hands and pulling her head backward. She moaned around my finger, her eyes looking down her nose at me, her hands continuing to pump up and down on my dick.

Pre-cum was leaking out of me, lubricating her hands and my cock. I tried to pull my thumb from her mouth but she held on tightly, and I dragged her face this way and that, unable to shake her off. One of her hands came to rest clenched around the base of my shaft, and the other started twisting around my head. It felt really fucking good, the combination of the pain and the pleasure, and I stopped trying to free my thumb, just closed my eyes and in the darkness focused on the sensations in my extremities.

Then I felt her teeth loosen, felt my thumb come free.

"You don't wanna look at me?"

I opened my eyes. Maria was pouting between my legs, her bottom lip pushed out dramatically, but she hadn't stopped working my dick.

"Of course I do," I said. "That just felt really fucking good."

"You like pain?"

"Yeah."

She smiled and her fingers wrapped more tightly around my dick. My mouth opened in a silent gasp, I leaned back on my elbows, and we both looked at my cock as it turned redder, as my vein throbbed more thickly.

"Mercy," I said.

She loosened her grip and I exhaled loudly, and she smiled. I stared down at her, at the savage enjoyment written across her face.

"I figured it out," I said.

"What?"

"Your red flag. You're a freak."

"Oh." She looked slightly unmoored, and I wondered if I'd touched a sensitive spot.

"It's not actually one," I said. "And you're not actually a freak. You're just confident. And you like a fun fuck. Most guys can't handle that."

She shook her head quickly side to side. She hadn't stopped stroking my cock, but her eyes were wide, her expression vulnerable, the night hanging on a knife's edge.

"But I can," I said. "I fucking love it."

She smiled, confidence coming back to her, her hands tightening once again around my dick.

"Yeah?" she said. "You can handle me?"

"Yeah."

"We'll see."

She dropped both her hands to the base of my cock, opened her mouth, and dove onto it.

I threw my head back, looking at the ceiling, the sensation of her mouth wrapped around my cock incredible, then I dropped off my elbows onto my back and stretched out my torso, isolating the muscles in my dick, and her hands immediately ran up onto my stomach, pressing down hard against it, before her fingers curled and her nails dug into my skin and she dragged them sharply down my belly. I gasped and lurched upward but she immediately pushed me flat again. Her hands grasped my waist now and held me firm, and her mouth kept devouring my cock, taking half my length with each push down, her small lips stretched out tight around my girth.

I raised my head off the mattress, looked down at her, and we made eye contact, her eyes wide despite her lips currently resting halfway down my shaft. She'd paused here, and now she stretched her mouth even wider, showing the very edges of her teeth, and she dragged them, lightly, up my dick. I cursed and moaned, staring into her eyes, fixed calmly on me. Then her teeth came up over the ridge of my head, she sucked tightly on the tip, and she popped off of it.

"Fucking hell," I said.

She smiled, and dragged her nails down the sides of my abs and onto my thighs. I jumped back up onto my elbows and pushed myself into a seat. I grabbed her hair and head roughly, a look of genuine surprise registered across her face, and I said, "Let's see if you can handle me," and I pushed the head of my cock against her lips, her mouth opened willingly, and I shoved it inside. She grunted, her eyes dropping briefly before raising to me again, and her hands pushed under me and clenched my butt cheeks tightly as I started thrusting my hips into her face, thrusting my cock toward her throat.

She let out a long moan, her eyes closing, and I enjoyed the sensation of my dick pushing against the hard back of her mouth. Her lips were moving past the halfway point of my shaft, her eyes squeezing tighter and tighter, tears starting to bead at the corners, her nails digging deeper and deeper into my ass. The pain was growing intense for me, and I was about to tap out myself when her hands slid out and tapped on my thighs. I let go of her head and she flew off my dick, taking a deep gasping breath, saliva pooling around her lips, staring at my dick before looking up at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable again.

"Oh fuck," she said.

I leaned forward, grabbed her chin, held her face roughly a couple inches from mine.

"I want your pussy on my cock," I said.

She nodded hurriedly, rose up to her feet, and I looked at her tits and body for what felt like the first time in an age. Her chest was flushed, her nipples hard. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me, and pushed me roughly onto my back. I looked up at her in wonder as she rose onto her feet, now a tower above me, and put one hand up on the ceiling and one hand on her pussy and started playing with her clit. I put one hand on my cock and started stroking it, and we spent a minute staring at each other, watching each other masturbate. Her pussy was almost pristine, with symmetrical inner flaps peeking out between her labia, and I watched as she pushed her hand down over them, ran her fingers between them, curled one up into her hole. She started fingering herself, cursing softly, raising her face to the ceiling as she did so. I wrapped my free hand around one of her calves and gripped it tightly, pushing my fingers into her muscle. She looked back down at me, her curls falling around her face, her mascara slightly smeared from getting her face fucked.

She then squatted low, putting one hand flat on my chest for balance, and reached behind her to take my dick and angle it toward her pussy. I put my hands under her ass to give her more support, and I felt my dick push against the outside of her hole. I looked up into her eyes, a small smile crossed her lips, and she sat down further.

My cock slid slightly into her and we both moaned and gasped almost simultaneously. Her pussy was tight, only my head had made it in on the first push. A lot more work was going to be needed to go further. I reached up and grabbed Maria's hair and pulled it roughly toward me, rotating her face away from mine. She gasped, almost falling forward, her hand pressing harder into my chest for balance. She looked sideways down at me, biting her bottom lip, enjoying this. The hand on my dick left it and came up and wrapped around my throat and squeezed. My eyes widened, she grinned wickedly, and I wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her more firmly down my dick. More of me pushed up into her, splitting her tight pussy open, and her mouth opened in a gasp, and she let out her first high-pitched squeak.

"So big," she said.

"So tight," I said.

Her fingers clenched more tightly around my throat, and I pulled harder on her hair. She gasped and whined, our eyes fixed on each other, her head still turned sideways on her neck. I let go of her now, her face immediately fell forward again, and I reached up and grabbed her throat roughly. I squeezed, her eyes widened, and her hand left my throat and scratched roughly and sharply down my chest. I gasped, looked down, saw three red lines newly arcing down my skin, and, as I watched, blood started to appear here and there in dots along them.

I said, nicely, my tone mildly impressed, "You fucking bitch," and smiled up at her as I increased the pressure around her throat.

She smiled down at me, said, "Fucking choke me," and sat further down on my cock.

We both gasped, as more than half my dick now pushed up inside of her, her tight walls causing me a fair amount of pain. But she kept going, both of us wincing, gasping, moaning, as my entire cock disappeared inside of her. Her eyes opened wide, and she fell forward onto her knees, but before they hit the mattress I grabbed them, guided them together, so they didn't land on the bed but on my chest. All her weight was now placed across my body, her curled forward with her stomach touching her thighs, my cock still buried up in her pussy. Her face was hanging much closer to mine now, her eyes closed, working her jaw, my hand still clenched around her throat.

"Look at me," I said.

She opened her eyes.

"Can I slap you?" I said. "Lightly?"

She nodded. "Please."

I raised my free hand and slapped her across the cheek. She gasped, her lips curling out.

"Oh fuck," she said.

I did it again, she moaned, and I felt her pussy growing wetter. She started rocking her butt back and forth, pushing my cock around the walls of her vagina.

"Start playing with your clit," I said.

She obeyed, pushed a hand down between our bodies and found her clit, and looked into my eyes as she started playing with herself. I slapped her again, she winced, and drool fell out of her mouth onto my neck. I grabbed her chin roughly with my hand, pushed her lips together, watched saliva pool between them.

I started pushing upward with my hips, started fucking her with a very limited range of motion, knowing that the sensation of my cock buried in her pussy, at this angle, was probably already close to overwhelming.

"Oh my god," she said, her teeth gritted, her jaw clenched. "Oh my god."

She lifted her free hand and pushed it across my face, pushed my head sideways against the mattress. She held me down tightly, leaned in and bit my ear sharply. I gasped, and then she started nibbling at my lobe, running her tongue into my ear itself, and we stayed here for a minute, me slowly pushing my cock in and out of her, her moving her hips back and forth and playing with her clit.

"I have to make you come," she said, directly into my ear.

"You're gonna come again first."

"Why?"

"Just because."

She bit my lobe again. "That's not a reason."

I pushed my face upward against her hand, and she pushed it over my mouth, held it tight. I breathed through my nostrils, staring up at her, at her reddened cheek, at her smeared makeup, at the saliva falling from her lips. I opened my mouth and did my best to bite at her palm, and she smiled savagely and took her hand off my face and slapped me sharply.

I gasped, pushed her knees either side of my chest. They fell to the mattress and her torso fell down against me, her face hanging in the air just inches above mine, and I wrapped one arm around her back and pulled her head down over my shoulder with my other hand, and held her tightly as I started driving my hips rapidly upward, thrusting my cock like a piston into her pussy.

She screamed, and her body melted against mine, one of her arms still shoved down between her legs and trying to play with her clit. Her other hand clutched at my shoulder now, her nails digging in, trying to draw more blood. I just fucked and fucked her, my balls slapping up against her taint with each plunge up into her pussy.

She turned her head toward mine and started alternately biting my ear and whispering dirty talk into it, telling me how much she loved my cock, how much she liked being abused by me, how she'd wanted me to fuck her the first day on set, wanted me to rip her slip off and pound her body senselessly into the headboard. She was turning me on so much, and I increased the rate I was fucking her, and the dirty talk eventually ceased, her unable to form words anymore, only able to shriek and yelp and whine as my cock slammed up into her. I dug my nails into her back, dragged them as hard as I could toward her ass, grabbed a butt cheek and held it tightly, pulling it away from the other.

"Oh my fucking god I'm gonna come," she said, her breath hot against my ear. "I'm gonna come so hard around your dick."

I pulled her head even harder against me, and started spanking her ass sharply, over and over again, with the hand across her butt cheek.

"Yes, yes, yes," she said, gasping. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Then she shrieked and came, and her body started to jolt against mine. I stopped thrusting into her, stopped spanking her, just held her tightly, pushing my nails into her, as her body spasmed in stages, first her butt and lower back, then her legs, then her arms and torso. She kissed at my ear, moaned into it, her breasts pushing up and down against my chest, and then the spasms faded and she lay limp on top of me, her body heaving on her breath. I just held her slender body to me, loving what I'd done to her, feeling the wetness of her pussy around my cock.

Then she pushed up onto her hands, her arms straight, our bodies forming a sideways V. She stared down at me, her face completely flushed, biting her lip.

And she slapped me.

I gasped, rubbing my cheek. She smiled.

"That's for making me come twice."

She lifted her hips off of me and my cock slid out of her. It flopped down against my belly, dripping in her juices. She looked down at it, grabbed it, lifted it up.

"How do I make you come," she said, more to herself and to my dick than to me.

And bent forward, put me back in her mouth, and got to work.