Page 87 of Carnal Fantasies

My screaming had intensified, as had Johnny’s grunts and groans. His face was just a few inches above mine, and he stared down at me with intense eyes while he hammered away at my pussy. I held his gaze, my eyes wide and excited, my head nodding up and down.

“Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!” I said over and over. “Your cock feels so good in my pussy. I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum I did, my legs shaking and my body tensing up before releasing in a massive, blood curdling orgasm.

Once that had passed, Johnny climbed off of me, reached down, and grabbed ahold of my ankles once again. This time he pulled up on them, altering my position so my head was lying on the cushion, facing up towards the ceiling and my legs and ass were up in the air.

Johnny climbed onto the couch too, then pushed my legs down until my knees were pressed against the cushion, one on either side of my head, folding me in half, putting me in the piledriver position. I wrapped my arms around my legs to keep them in place. Squatting, Johnny gu

ided his cock into my pussy.

He grabbed my knees and pulled them apart, opening me up even more, and proceeded to lay into me, dropping his body down onto me with enough force to cause me to flinch at the bottom end of each thrust.

“Break my fucking pussy,” I said, speaking in low, desperate tones. “Break it in half. Punish me. Treat me like the slut that I am.”

And he did, hammering at me with all his weight, slamming his body down onto me, forcing his cock deep inside my pussy. Reaching down, he put his hand around my neck, not choking me but squeezing just enough that I could feel it.

“Is this how you like it?” he asked. “Is this hard enough for you?”

Eyes wide, I nodded my head vigorously. I could see that he liked this, that he was almost at the point of cumming, and even though I didn’t want it to stop, I also wanted his cum all over me.

“Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!” I screamed over and over.

As Johnny climbed those final few steps toward orgasm, he tapped into the last reserves of his energy, pounding me harder than he had all night. I took everything he had to offer, screaming with pleasure the entire time.

“Holy shit I’m gonna fucking cum,” he said finally.

“Come on my face, baby,” I said. “Make a mess of my pretty little face.”

I’d never come across a man who could turn down that specific request and Johnny wasn’t an exception. A few more pumps and then he climbed off of me and stepped forward so one foot was on either side of my head. He dropped to his knees, trapping my legs beneath him so I couldn’t go anywhere, his cock mere inches from my face. He proceeded to jerked himself off while I stared up at him, playing with myself.

A couple seconds later he let out a low groan then shot his load all over me. White streams of milky sperm splashed against my nose, cheeks, forehead and into my open mouth.

As he stood there recovering, I sat up and grabbed a hold of his cock and sucked on the tip, pulling the last few drops out of it before dropping my hand away.

“Wow,” he said, shuddering. “That was fucking incredible.”

“Yes it was,” I said. “It was exactly what I needed.”

“So,” Johnny said, falling to the couch beside me. “Was this just a one time thing, or something more?”

“If it were up to me, I’d say neither,” I said.

He flashed me a confused look. “Then what is it?”

“Well it’s certainly nothing more than a good fuck,” I said. “No offense, but I’m not looking for any kind of a relationship or anything like that.”

“I hear ya,” Johnny said. “Neither am I.”

“But it can definitely be more than a one-time thing,” I added.

“Yeah?” he said.

I nodded. “But it’s not necessarily going to be anything regular either.”

“Fair enough.”

“And next time, I’d expect things to get quite a bit more freaky. Are you game for that?”

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