Page 47 of Perverted Fantasies

He slips two fingers inside my pussy and starts to bang away, not even bothering to take it slow.

I groan and try not to screams as he fingerfucks me, his hand moving quickly against me, his fingers curled up at the tip, allowing him to reach my G-spot.

He pauses just long enough to slide another finger into me, then goes back to pounding my wet pussy, his fingers filling me up while sliding in and out of me with increased intensity.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” I groan, my legs shaking and my vision blurry. Something about getting finger-banged has always turned me on. I love it almost as much as getting fucked proper. Sometimes even more.

Johnny pauses one last time to slip a fourth finger into me before again slamming away. I stifle a scream as the pressure builds, threatening to overflow.

He reaches out with his free hand and wraps it around my throat. Staring down at me, his eyes locked onto mine, he chokes me while continuing to bang my pussy with his fingers, his whole hand practically inside me by now.

The intense pleasure from his fingers makes me breathe harder, but his hand chokes off my air supply, which turns me on even more, which forces my body to search for more air, which increases the sensation, which brings me closer and closer to cumming.

And then I’m nearly there, my body tensing up in preparation of release. I’m poised right on the edge of a body-wracking orgasm, held off only by the lack of oxygen getting to my lungs.

Moments later, Johnny releases his grip on my throat, and doing so, brings a tidal wave of an orgasm crashing down all at once. My pussy gushes juices all over his hand and my body shakes and shimmies and I let out a tremendous, wordless scream.

But Johnny isn’t done. Not yet.

Before I’ve even had a chance to recover he slides his cock into me and starts pounding away, his hands on the back of my legs, pushing them down onto the couch alongside my head.

Leaning into me, his entire bodyweight on top of me, Johnny fucks the shit out of me, his rock-hard cock slamming in and out of my pussy with relentless aggression, his balls slapping up against my asshole.

Loud, continuous groans are coming out of my mouth of their own accord. I have no control over my vocal chords anymore. No control over anything, actually, which is exactly what I was hoping for when I came to see Johnny. He’s delivered on every level, just like he always does.

His hands wander from my legs to my tits. He squeezes them while he continues fucking me, his body slamming into mine, giving me his cock balls-deep with every thrust.

“Give me that fucking cock,” I say, staring right at him, our eyes locked together. “Fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked.”

My talking riles Johnny up, as he starts giving it to me even more intensely, hammering away at my pussy with everything he has.

He’s close to cumming now, I can see it in his face.

“That’s right,” I say. “Punish me, baby. Make me pay. Make me fucking pay!”

Johnny’s grunting like a caveman now, his eyes wide and his face red and sweaty. He’s getting closer. One of his hands slide up and grabs a fistful of my hair. Squeezing tightly, he holds my head down while continuing to hammer away at me.

“Goddammit,” I scream. “Own my fucking pussy. Own me!”

“Shut your mouth,” he says, smacking me in the face. “Shut your fucking trap.”

I smile and say, “Do it again,” knowing that it’ll help him finish me off.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice, reaching out and smacking me again.

“Harder,” I say. “Slap me like you mean it.”

Johnny slaps me again. The sound is like a gunshot in the small room.

“Harder!” I scream.

So he does, smiling wickedly at me.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

His smile grows wider as he slaps me again, hard enough to make my cheek sting.

“That’s better,” I say between gasping breaths. Getting smacked around is turning me on just as much as it’s turning him on, if not more. “Again.”

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