Page 53 of Perverted Fantasies

“Hell, I’m just surprised you were able to make it go away for that long.”

“Tell me about it,” I said. “Well, back to the fun, eh?”

“Let’s do it,” Kristina said.

And just like that, we were back in filth mode. I pushed down on her shoulders and she knelt to the ground without any resistance whatsoever. I shifted my hands to her head and grabbed ahold of her hair, using it to hold her head against the wall.

“Open your mouth,” I said.

Kristina obliged, opening it wide. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked up at me.

I jammed my cock into her mouth and immediately started hammering her with it, giving her the entire thing in long, fast strokes.

After the third or fourth pump, Kristina’s lips closed around my cock. I immediately pulled it out. Then I gave her a smack on the cheek.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” I asked.

“No,” Kristina said.

“That’s right,” I said. “I didn’t. This time keep it open. No matter what. Understand?”

Kristina nodded but she didn’t look happy about it. But I knew that she really was. She was just playing the part.

Once that was settled, I stuck my cock back inside her mouth and started pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds and loads of saliva escaped from her throat as I pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of my cock I gave her. Which meant it was time to take things further.

“Stick your tongue out,” I said.

Kristina did as she was told; I could feel her tongue touching my balls as I fucked her face. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears were dripping down her cheek, making her mascara run, which was sexy as shit. But there was no hint of distress in her eyes, which was something I wanted to change.

I continued giving her my entire cock, from tip to base, relentlessly pounding it in and out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with my hands.

The gagging was growing louder with every passing second but I didn’t let up, jamming my cock into her throat until her nose was poking into my stomach before pulling it almost all the way out, only to give it to her again before she could catch her breath.

This went on for more than thirty seconds before I decided to mix things up. I slammed my cock into her throat one last time and held it there, my cock all the way down her throat.

“Look at me,” I said as she struggled to deepthroat me.

Kristina shifted her gaze upward as best she could while keeping my cock in her throat, looking up at me with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes. But still she wasn’t showing any signs of discomfort or distress. So I kept my cock all the way down her throat, holding her head in place with my hands, not letting her move.

Ten seconds into it, Kristina coughed. Three seconds later she gagged and tried to pull away.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I said, not letting up one bit.

I knew Kristina wasn’t in any danger. She still had way too much energy to burn. But her body didn’t agree, and she struggled some more, trying desperately to get some air into her lungs. But still I held her head in place and my cock deep in her throat.

After a few more seconds, she gagged again, followed by a deep, resonant cough that I could feel all the way down to my balls.

Kristina was panicking now, her head shaking from side to side and her muscles straining, but because of her bonds she didn’t have enough leverage to escape the situation.

It wasn’t until Kristina’s protestations become weaker that I finally eased up on the pressure and let go of her hair.

Her head immediately snapped back and she gasped for breath, her chest heaving. Saliva was dripping down her face, covering her tits, pooling on the carpet. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, making a mess of her makeup. She coughed and hacked and let her head hang down, her body slumped over, exhausted from the exertion.

Before Kristina could fully recover, I stood up and led her over to the couch by her hair. She had to crawl quickly on her hands and knees to avoid falling over. Once there, I reached down and picked her up. She let out a little whoop of surprise as I spun her until she was upside-down on the couch with her feet draped over the back. Her head was hanging upside-down, just off the cushions, the top of her head almost touching the floor.

“Something new, huh?” Kristina said, her voice more raw and less composed than before. It was good to know that I was getting to her, at least a little.

“Sort of,” I replied. “A new position but the same old thing, at least for a couple more minutes.?

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