Page 50 of Perverted Fantasies

But it was more than just her looks that had changed. Her entire demeanor, from the knowing smirk to the evil glint in her eyes to the way she held herself just screamed slut. It was breathtaking. My cock immediately started to rise.

“So what do you think?” Kristina asked.

“Wow,” I replied. “Just wow.”

“It take it you’re happy?”

“As always,” I said. “You’re amazing.”

“Yes,” she said, shooting me a playful glance. “Yes I am.”

I laughed under my breath for a moment before gathering myself. Playtime was over. I was ready to get busy.

“I know that look,” Kristina said.

“I’m sure you do,” I said, walking towards her until I was standing right in front of her, less than a foot away.

“Go right ahead,” Kristina said. “Do your worst.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I plan to.” And with that, I grabbed a handful of her hair and gave it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face was looking up towards the ceiling.

Kristina moaned in excitement. Her eyes twinkled with pleasure. It was obvious she truly got off on being treated like this. It was no act.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said.

“I fucking love it,” she replied.

I pulled her blouse off, exposing her round, perky tits. I fondled one of them and pinched her nipple and she let out a sharp gasp. Then I gave it a hearty slap.

Kristina yelped and shivered in ecstasy.

She obviously enjoyed it, so did it again, harder this time.

Kristina let out a louder moan and her breath rate increased. Her tit was bright red but she was still enjoying herself as much as ever. So I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. Then I moved over to the other tit and gave it the same treatment.

By now my cock was pushing painfully against my pants. I was getting just as much out of this as Kristina was. But it was time to change things up.

Still gripping Kristina’s hair in my hand, I pulled up on it and her head snapped forward. She was taking deep breaths and a thin layers of sweat had broken out on her face but she was still smiling and her eyes were practically glowing with pleasure.

“How are you enjoying yourself so far?” I asked.

“You’re off to a good start,” Kristina replied, as feisty as ever. “But we’ll see where you go from here.”

“Indeed we will,” I said.

I started walking, roughly dragging Kristina along by the hair. She stumbled along behind me until we arrived at the far wall, then I spun her around and pushed her back up against it. She was standing directly in front of me when I released her hair and immediately grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, not very tightly at all.

Kristina’s smile didn’t fade one bit. If anything it grew in size. Time to try and wipe it off her face.

With my hand still around her throat, I slapped her in the cheek with an open palm. The sound echoed off the walls and filled the room.

Little red blossoms flared up on Kristina’s cheek. But she still smiled.

So I slapped her again. I squeezed her throat a little harder, then slapped her one more time.

The color started to drain from Kristina’s face as the air and blood flow became more and more restricted. Her smile was fading but her eyes were still radiating pleasure.

“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked.

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