Page 59 of Dirty Shots

Roughly, he pulled her from the desk and pushed her to the floor. Her dress was still rucked up around her waist, and he reached across her body to yank the strap from one shoulder, pulling the front down to expose her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits hung freely. The dress was like a rolled up black tire around her middle now, the straps hanging midway down her arms.

Eric pushed her legs apart with his knees and positioned himself behind her. His cock nudged up against her sopping pussy, coating in the cum and cream that remained trapped in her swollen slit. Her asshole was still stretched from him having embedded his thumb in it not so long ago. That was good. He didn’t want to think about preparing her for too long. He reached beneath her body and grabbed her breast in one hand, his thumb and finger gripping her nipple and pinching—just hard enough to hurt. Anya hissed air between her teeth, but her nipple grew ever harder between his fingers and she did nothing to make him think she wasn’t enjoying the sensation. His hand moved sides and he pinched her other nipple, the nub like a little rubber bullet beneath his fingertips.

“Does it hurt?” he asked her, his voice gravelly.

“Yes, but it’s a good kind of hurt.”

He viewed her bottom again, the sweet, pale flesh, and his palms tingled. “I want to spank you, Anya. Can I do that?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please, do.”

“Remember the safe word, okay? If it’s too much, just shout it.”

She nodded, and then hung her head again. “I remember.” Her voice barely a whisper.

Though he’d longed to plunge his cock inside Anya’s ass, the desire to spank her was even greater. Was he punishing her again? Was that what this was about? He didn’t want to over think things now. Just act.

He sat back on his heels, his erection protruding almost comically from his lap. He reached out and ran his hands over Anya’s buttocks, the skin smooth and warm. With his heart beating hard, and his breath held, he lifted his right hand and brought it down hard on Anya’s butt cheek.

The slap cracked around the apartment, masked only by Anya’s small cry—which could have been made in pain or pleasure, he couldn’t quite tell.

His cock jerked at the contact his palm had made on Anya’s skin. He didn’t give her time to recover, but instead lifted his left hand and brought it down sharply on her other cheek.

Anya groaned, but she didn’t shy away from him. Her back arched like a cat, pushing her bottom up higher for his administrations. Color bloomed in her skin, the distinct lines of his fingerprints appearing on her flesh. He had branded her and something about that gave him an extra thrill. He longed to pick up his camera, but he wouldn’t last long enough to take the photos. Every smack on her backside made his cock jerk and grow harder.

He lifted his hand and smacked her again, three short strikes, one after the other, all on the same cheek. Anya’s clenched teeth caused her jaw to tighten and she gave a little ‘ugh’ of pain every time his palm made contact. The fingerprints began to blur into one, her white bottom now flaming red. The surrounding area was still white, such a contrast his artistic eye wanted to capture, but he could hold himself back no more.

“I’m going to fuck you in the ass now, Anya.”

He dipped his fingers in her pussy, wetting his digits with the leftover cum and the fresh juices she’d spilled from being spanked. She couldn’t have gotten any wetter. He smeared the lubrication against the rosette of her anus, pushing a finger in, and then adding another, creating a scissoring motion to stretch her gently again. The glow of her bottom excited him. He wouldn’t last long for sure, even though he’d already come not long ago.

He slipped his fingers from her body and positioned his erection at her anus. His fingers were on her hips, his eyes glued to the redness he’d created. His palms still smarted from the spanking, so he could only imagine how her bottom felt.

With a gentle push, the bell-end of his cock breached her ring. Her ass was stretched around him, hugging him tight. Eric gave a groan and placed one hand on her lower back, sliding in deeper.

“Oh, God,” Anya moaned.

Eric pulled back a little and then thrust again, plunging deeper. He was almost halfway in now. He gave a couple more thrusts, and the whole length of his erection vanished inside Anya’s back passage.

His hips jerked, starting to build up momentum, and then he lifted his hand from her lower back and brought it down hard on her bottom. Anya gave a squeal that sent a thrill of excitement through him, his pleasure mounting. He lifted his hand and hit her again, harder this time. The cry she let out was more of a yelp.

His balls clenched, heat swelling and flowing, and he cried out as he came hard and fast into her ass, emptying himself thrust after thrust, his orgasm shuddering its way through his body. Anya’s ass clamped down on his cock and he felt the ripples of orgasm in her pussy through the thin walls.

She panted, her head hung.

He quickly grew soft and slipped from her body. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her up to spoon her, and held her tight.

Instead of becoming shallower, Anya’s breathing became more frantic, her shoulders shaking. It dawned on him that she was crying.

A sense of dread filled him. “Anya? What’s wrong?”

She shook her head.

“Hey.” He moved around so he was beside her, his arm around her naked shoulders. “Did I hurt you? It was too much, wasn’t it?”

But she couldn’t speak. She just shook her head again, tears streaming down her beautiful face.

Eric got to his feet and pulled up his pants again. He bent back down and lifted Anya from the floor. Prickles of red dotted her knees.

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