Page 22 of Perverted Fantasies

“Well then, Miss-huge-fucking-slut. What else do you like?”

“I like it all,” she said. “Whatever you can think of.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” Ashley said, moving her hand down to grab Brandi’s tit and give it a squeeze. “The nastier the better.”

“Is that right?”

Ashley bit her bottom lip and nodded, her eyes wide and gleaming with exhilaration.

Brandi decided to see if Ashley meant what she said.

Brandi reared back and smacked Ashley in the cheek, not very hard, but not gently either.

Ashley’s eyes lit up even further.

“Oh, you like that too, huh?” Brandi said, her smile growing bigger.

Ashley flashed an evil grin and nodded.

So Brandi smacked her again, a little harder this time. Ashley’s grin grew wider and she started breathing harder. Her hands flashed down to her tits and she started groping herself, squeezing and slapping and pinching her own nipples.

Brandi smacked her again, and again and again, growing more excited at Ashley’s rising enthusiasm, as though they were functions of each other. With every smack Ashley moaned a little louder, a little more intensely. She had now taken to working her clit with one hand, aggressively rubbing it as Brandi slapped her. Ashley seemed totally lost, her eyes glazed over and her body quivering.

As usual, Ashley’s excitement served to fuel Brandi’s lust. She grabbed a handful of Ashley’s hair and stood up, lifting Ashley up. Brandi spun Ashley around and threw her face-first onto the couch, then grabbed ahold of Ashley’s legs and pulled her onto her knees so her ass was up in the air, waiting for Brandi, beckoning, the perfect height for Brandi to fuck her while standing.

Brandi sidled up to Ashley and slid the dildo into her pussy, penetrating her from behind. Without so much as a pause for breath Brandi started slamming into Ashley, long and deep and fast, Brandi’s hands around Ashley’s hips for balance.

Ashley got into it too, bouncing her ass back into Brandi’s body with every thrust, allowing Brandi to penetrate her deeper than she would have been able to on her own.

“Oh my god,” Ashley said. “That feels so fucking good.”

“You like that, do you?” Brandi said. “You like it when I fuck you from behind?”

“I love it,” Ashley said, her voice nearly cracking. “I love it your cock inside me. Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

As it had all night, Ashley’s talking fueled Brandi’s excitement ever further. She reached out and grabbed a handful of Ashley’s hair and yanked her head upwards while still fucking her at a frenetic pace. Brandi wrapped one hand around Ashley’s throat and held her in place while letting the other arm slip down and grab ahold of Ashley’s breast. Squeezing tight with both hands, Brandi continued fucking Ashley with everything she had, their bodies slamming up against each other, the room filling with grunts of exertion and pleasure.

After taking Ashley nearly to the point of passing out once again, Brandi released her throat, allowing her to breathe. As Ashley was gasping for breath Brandi climbed up onto the couch so her feet were alongside Ashley’s body. Squatting over Ashley with the dildo still inside Ashley’s pussy, Brandi pushed Ashley’s shoulders down so her face was pressing up against the cushions of the couch and her ass was up in the air.

Leaning forward, Brandi grabbed the back of the couch and used it for leverage as she proceeded to pound the shit out Ashley, her hips slamming up against Ashley’s ass, their bodies smacking together loudly. Brandi hammered Ashley for what seemed like an eternity, her pussy opening up further and further, allowing Brandi to explore new depths with every thrust, her perfect little pink asshole staring Brandi in the face, beckoning Brandi, begging to be played with.

But her asshole would have to wait for another time, as Ashley was already on the verge of orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said quickly under her breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

And cum Ashley did, screaming and bucking and laughing wildly as she squirted everywhere while Brandi continued pummeling away at her. Once she was done, Ashley pulled her body forward, yanking the dildo from her snatch, and fell back onto the couch.

“So what happens now?” Brandi asked, sitting down next to her.

“What do you mean?”

“Is this a one-time thing? Or something that we can do every one in a while?”

“I’d definitely like to do it again,” Ashley said. “What about you?”

“Hell yes,” Brandi said. “It was fun.”

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