Page 114 of Aggressive Fantasies

“I think you’re perfect,” I say.

Her smile widens. “Ahh, aren’t you sweet.” She sticks the tips of her finger in her mouth and giggles, then turns to check out the room. The bottom of her jean shorts barely cover her tight, tiny ass. I can’t take my eyes off it. I can’t wait to see it in all its glory, bouncing on my cock

“Quite a nice room you’ve got here,” she says.

“You like it?” I say.

“I love it. It’s so big.”

She comes over and puts one arm around me and leans her head up against my chest. The top of her head barely reaches my chin. She drops her hand down to my crotch and looks up at me with a mischievous grin. “And it feels like you’ve got something else big waiting for me, too.”

“Maybe,” I say.

She giggles and slips out of her sandals. Then she turns around and gets up on her toes and presses the top of her ass against my crotch and starts to wiggle and shimmy. My cock is rock hard. It’s pressing up against my jeans as she rubs up and down against it.

Smiling, she turns her head and looks up at me. “So what’s on the menu for tonight?”

“Whatever you can take,” I say.

“I can take whatever you can dish out,” she says.

“We’ll see about that.” I say as I grab a fistful of her hair and spin her around so she’s facing me.

She yelps; part pleasure, part surprise, part pain. “Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh?”

“Yes it is,” I say.

I place my hand on top of her head and start to push. Not gentle, not rough, just guiding her down. Showing her the way. She goes willingly. Knowingly. And then her head is right in front of my crotch. She looks up at me, her eyes wide, her teeth biting the corner of her bottom lip.

“Is this what you like?” she says. “Pushing girls like me around? Making us do what you want?” There’s no malice in her voice, no fear. If anything there’s a bit of humor, as though she’s taunting me.

I nod.

“Then what are you waiting for big boy?” she says. “Pull it out and let’s see what you got.”

I undo my zipper and pull my cock out. It’s not the biggest dick in the world but it’s not the smallest either. It gets the job done. Especially when it’s as hard as it is right now. It’s stiff enough to hammer nails.

She starts to pull her shirt over her head.

I stop her. “Keep it on,” I say. Something about fucking a girl fully clothed just turns me on.

She shrugs. “Whatever you want, baby.” She turns her head to the side and spits her gum out. Then she faces me again, wraps one hand around my shaft, opens her mouth, and takes my cock inside it. She sucks the tip of my cock and strokes my shaft with her hand, working it slowly at first and gradually picking up steam, keeping eye contact with me the whole time.

She pulls my cock out of her mouth, slaps it against her tongue a couple of times, spits on it, then turns her head and puts it back into her mouth sideways. My cock presses against the inside of her cheek, poking on the skin, creating an unnatural bulge in her face. She pops my cock out the side of her mouth and presses it up against my stomach and licks my balls, staring up at me the whole time, maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck my face,” she says as she adjusts her hands so they’re clenching the back of my legs, just below my butt. “Come on, baby, fuck my pretty little face.”

I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head towards me while at the same time thrusting my hips forward, driving my cock into her waiting mouth. I pump my hips faster, faster, faster still, her lips now pressing tightly against my cock, creating a seal, her saliva glistening on my cock as I draw it nearly all the way out, stick it back in, draw it out, stick it in, draw it out, stick it in over and over and over again, pumping faster and faster, slamming it deeper and deeper into her mouth, down her throat. She makes gasping, gagging sounds but her eyes are locked on mine and she’s begging with them, pleading for more. I grab the back of her head and thrust one final time and hold it her head there for one, two, three, four, five seconds, my cock deep in her throat, her nose pressing up against the bottom of my stomach.

She starts to gag. I pull my cock out. It’s glistening with her saliva. She coughs and hacks and spits on my cock, then starts stroking it with her hand. Her mascara is running down her face and saliva is dripping down her chin.

Smiling, she says, “Give me more, baby. I want more.”

I bend down and guide her to the floor. She’s on her back, her hair spread out around her head, still fully clothed. I slide her shirt up but don’t take it all the way off, uncovering her small but firm tits and rock-hard nipples the size of pencil erasers. I do the same with her shorts, pulling them down just a bit, exposing her g-string but not slipping them past her knees. Trapping her legs together. Her panties I simply move to the side, exposing her smooth, freshly shaved vagina.

I slide forward and straddle her chest, just below her tits.

She reaches up to stroke my cock but I stop her, force her hand back down by her side. This is my time; I’m in control now.

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