Giving you guys an 3k words chapter just to end the smut, better remember that bastards...
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I positioned myself behind her, my dick poised and ready. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and with one swift thrust, I plunged back inside her. She let out a loud, desperate moan, her body arching against mine.
"That's it," I say, trying to sound all encouraging and shit. "Let it out, sweet cheeks. Don't be shy now."
She's nodding like one of those bobblehead dolls, gasping like she just ran a marathon. And then, oh then, she starts moving with me. Hips pushing back, matching my rhythm like we're in some fucked up dance-off. Her moans are filling the air, and I'm here thinking, "Damn, this is better than any concert I've been to."
"Oh, god, sir," she gasps, trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. "It feels... it feels so good. Please, don't stop. Please, keep fucking me."
I grin like the Cheshire fucking cat. I'm a goddamn sex god, I think to myself. I pick up the pace, hips thrusting faster, dick sliding in and out like we're a well-oiled machine. And let me tell you, the lube - oh, the lube makes it feel like I'm fucking sliding into a warm, velvety heaven.
"You like that, huh?" I growl, sounding like I've smoked a pack a day since birth. "You like getting fucked like a little slut?"
She nods, breath hitching like she's got the hiccups. "Y-yes, sir," she stammers. "I love it. Please, keep going. Keep fucking me like a slut."
Holy shit, this girl is a fucking unicorn. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing like I'm about to launch into fucking space. But hey, I'm not a selfish lover. She's coming with me, whether she likes it or not.
I reach around, fingers finding her clit. I start rubbing it like I'm trying to start a fire with a stick. She gasps, body convulsing like she's having an exorcism.
"Oh, god, sir," she moans, sounding like she's about to cry. "I'm gonna come."
"Not yet, you're not," I growl, channeling my inner drill sergeant. I pull out, dick glistening like a fucking disco ball. She looks at me over her shoulder, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. She thinks she fucked up, bless her heart. Oh, the naivety.
"Turn around," I demand, voice all stern and shit, like I'm some fucking drill sergeant. She hesitates, body shaking like a leaf in a goddamn hurricane. But she complies—good girl. When she faces me, her cheeks are all flushed, eyes teary and uncertain. Fucking gorgeous, if you ask me.
I step in, pinning her against the elevator wall. She gasps, breath hitching like she's just seen a fucking ghost. Her tits squish against my chest—bam, instant boner. I can feel her heart pounding, body trembling like a jackhammer. Fuck, I'm a sadist, and I love it.
I lean in, mouth smashing into hers in a brutal, no-holds-barred kiss. She melts into me, lips parting, tongue tentatively meeting mine. It's like she's never kissed anyone before, and fuck, it's adorable.
As I devour her mouth, I grab her thighs, hoisting her up like she's a fucking ragdoll. She lets out this soft whimper, arms snaking around my neck, holding on for dear life. I break the kiss, breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. Her eyes flutter open, gaze meeting mine, filled with this mix of shyness and desire that's just fucking delicious.
"You want to come?" I ask, voice dripping with sarcasm. She nods, cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.
"Yes, sir," she whispers, voice barely audible. "Please, I want to come for you."
I chuckle, all dark and wicked. "Well, since you asked so nicely," I say, like I'm doing her a fucking favor. I shift my hips, dick finding her entrance with ease. And then, with one swift thrust, I'm back inside her, filling her completely.
She lets out a choked sob, body convulsing with pleasure and shock. I start to move, hips thrusting, dick sliding in and out of her like a well-oiled machine. She's so fucking tight, so fucking wet, it's like fucking heaven.
"Oh, god," she moans, eyes fluttering closed, head falling back against the wall. "That feels so good, sir. Please, don't stop."
"Stop?" I growl, voice rough and breathless. "I'm just getting started, sweet cheeks."
I pick up the pace, hips thrusting faster, dick pounding into her with a force that makes her gasp and moan. She tries to hide her face in my neck, shyness getting the better of her. But oh no, I'm not having that shit. I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.
"Don't hide from me," I command, voice firm and unyielding. "I want to see you. I want to see the pleasure in your eyes, the flush on your cheeks."
She nods, breath hitching in her throat. And then, she does something that surprises the fuck out of me. She leans in, mouth capturing mine in a soft, tentative kiss. It's shy and innocent, yet filled with a desire that matches my own. I growl, deepening the kiss, tongue claiming her mouth, body claiming hers.
I can feel her orgasm building, body tensing up like a wound-up rubber band ready to snap. Her pussy's clenching around my dick like it's trying to solve a goddamn puzzle. I break the kiss, panting like I've just run a marathon. And then, just as she's about to come, I pull out. Yeah, I'm a tease like that.
"Please, sir," she begs, voice all whimpery and desperate. "Please, don't stop."
"Okay," I say, trying to hide my smirk. I line myself up, ready to dive back in. But, plot twist, I miss the mark. Instead of sliding into her pussy, I end up knocking on the back door. Oops.
She lets out this shocked gasp, eyes wide like saucers.
"Oh, god, sir," she gasps, eyes wide and teary. "That hurts. You're in the wrong place."
Internally, I'm face-palming so hard I might as well be trying to dig a tunnel to China. "Shh, it's okay," I murmur, trying to sound like I'm not mentally screaming, 'Abort! Abort!' I start to move, slow and gentle, like I'm trying to calm a spooked horse. I lean down and go to town on her tits, sucking and biting like they're the world's tastiest fucking lollipops. My hands are all over her, squeezing and kneading like I'm trying to win a goddamn Play-Doh contest.
She whimpers, body trembling like a leaf in a fucking tornado. Her asshole is clenching around my dick like it's trying to solve a goddamn Rubik's cube, and I'm pretty sure I'm seeing the fucking Matrix right now. I reach down, fingers finding her pussy, which is so wet it's like a fucking water park down there. I start rubbing her clit like I'm trying to win a fucking finger wrestling championship, and she moans like she's just discovered the meaning of life.
"That's it," I growl, voice all gravelly and shit. "Focus on the pleasure, not the pain. Feel how fucking good this can be."
She nods, breath hitching like she's trying not to hyperventilate. I can see the struggle in her eyes, like she's trying to decide if she wants to kick me in the nuts or fuck me senseless. But I know how to tip the scales in my favor. I slide two fingers inside her pussy, curling them like I'm beckoning her to come hither. I find that sweet spot that makes her gasp and moan like she's just found the Holy Grail.
"Oh, god, sir," she moans, body writhing against mine like she's trying to perform some kind of erotic fucking rain dance. "That... that feels so good. Please, don't stop."
I chuckle, feeling like a fucking sex god. "I told you, didn't I? I told you I could make this feel fucking amazing."
I start to thrust harder, my dick sliding in and out of her asshole like it's a well-oiled fucking machine. The pain is still there, I can see it in her eyes, but the pleasure is winning out. Her moans fill the air, loud and raw and fucking symphonic. I can feel her orgasm building again, her body tensing up like she's about to launch into fucking orbit.
And launch she does. Her legs tighten around my waist like a fucking boa constrictor, her nails digging into my suit, clinging to me like I'm her personal fucking life vest in a sea of pleasure. She throws her head back, screaming like a goddamn heavy metal singer as her orgasm rips through her. Her asshole clenches around my dick, pulsing and spasming, milking me for all I'm worth.
And holy shit, did I deliver. I came like a fucking geyser, filling her ass with what felt like gallons of cum. It was like the never-ending story of orgasms, my dick just kept pumping and pumping, and I was pretty sure I saw god at one point.
But the show wasn't over yet. Oh no, I had more in store for her.
I pulled out of her ass, my dick still rock hard and spewing cum like a fucking volcano. She looked down, eyes widening in shock and awe as I hosed her down like a fucking fire hydrant gone wild. Cum splattered across her stomach, her tits, even her fucking face. It was like a goddamn Jackson Pollock painting, but with jizz.
"Wait, sir, I'm not on birth control," she stammered, voice filled with panic as she tried to shield herself from the cum-storm. But it was too fucking late.
I slammed my still-cumming dick into her pussy, coating her insides with my seed like I was fucking frosting a cake.
She gasped, body tensing up again as another mini-orgasm detonated inside her. Her pussy clamped down on my dick, muscles pulsing and spasming, milking every last fucking drop from me. I could feel it filling her up, overflowing and dripping out of her, turning us both into a fucking slip 'n slide of debauchery.
I leaned down, mouth capturing hers in a savage, no-holds-barred kiss. She moaned into my mouth, body shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasms. I could taste her pleasure, her fear, her fucking excitement. It was a fucking emotional smoothie, and I was chugging that shit down.
I broke the kiss, panting like I'd just run the fucking Marathon in record time. I looked down at her, a smirk playing on my lips. "Don't worry, sweet cheeks," I said, trying not to laugh my ass off. "I'm sure you'll be just fine.
She looks up at me, eyes wide like she's seen a fucking ghost, a mix of shock, pleasure, and panic swirling around like a goddamn tornado. "But, but sir," she stammers, voice shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. "What if I get pregnant? I can't... I mean, we can't..."
I shrug, a smirk playing on my lips, trying to keep a straight face while my inner comedian is fucking dying. "Then you'll bear my child," I say, channeling my best Darth Vader impression. "Consider it a bonus for a job well done. Employee of the fucking month right here."
Her eyes widen even more, mouth dropping open like she's trying to catch flies. "B-but, sir," she sputters, cheeks flushing a deep red, like a fucking tomato ready to burst. "I can't just... I mean, we shouldn't... Oh god, what am I going to do?"
I'm laughing so hard on the inside, I'm pretty sure my abs are getting a fucking workout. Little does she know, my dick is a custom job—no sperm shooting out of this bad boy. But fuck, the look on her face is pure gold. I should win an Oscar for this shit.
"Don't worry about it," I say, voice all firm and inspirational, like I'm some fucking motivational speaker. "You'll be taken care of. Team Rocket always takes care of its own. We've got health benefits and everything."
She bites her lip, eyes filled with uncertainty and resignation, like she's just accepted her fate. "Y-yes, sir," she murmurs, voice soft and submissive. It's fucking adorable, and I'm about to lose my shit laughing.
I pull out of her, my dick finally starting to soften. She winces, body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms and the lingering pain. I look down at her, feeling like a fucking king. I might be an asshole, but I'm an asshole who knows how to give a girl a wild fucking ride.
She looks up at me, eyes filled with exhaustion and gratitude. "Thank you, sir," she says, voice soft and sincere.
Why the fuck is she thanking me? For getting her supposedly pregnant? Women are a fucking mystery, that's for sure.
I just smirk, trying to maintain my tough guy persona. "Don't mention it," I say, voice all gruff and shit. I gesture towards my half-erect dick, which is covered in a mix of her juices and my cum, a fucking mess of epic proportions. "Now, get this cleaned up. We've got work to do.
She glanced down at my schlong, then back up at me, eyes popping out like a fucking deer caught in headlights. She started to lower herself to the ground, kneeling like she was about to pray to the almighty cock. I could see the jizz leaking from her butt and her pussy, trickling down her thighs in thick, gooey streams. It was like a fucking Van Gogh painting, but with cum. Masterpiece, if I do say so myself.
She leaned in, eyes locked onto my dick like it was a goddamn magnet, and hesitantly licked the tip
I couldn't tell if she was savoring the taste or trying not to gag, but the intensity in her eyes was worth a front-row ticket.
As I watched her, a sense of amusement and satisfaction washed over me. Here I was, getting my dick polished by her sweet mouth, and it was weirdly satisfying. I didn't even give a shit that I probably tasted like a mix of ass and pussy buffet. She was so fuckin' eager to please, it was almost cute. Almost. I mean, she was lapping up cum from my dick like it was a goddamn ice cream cone, but hey, there was something endearing about her commitment.
Out of nowhere, I felt a hand on my thigh. I opened my eyes and looked down to see her hand sliding up and down my leg like a fuckin' snake. I shuddered, my body going rigid as a board under her touch.
Finally, she pulled away, releasing my cock with a soft, wet pop. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand like a lady at a high-class tea party and sat back on her heels, looking up at me for some kind of approval. I nodded, smirking like a goddamn Cheshire cat. "Good job," I said, trying to sound firm and authoritative. "Now, clean yourself up. You're a hot fucking mess."
She nodded, standing up on legs that were wobblier than a newborn deer's. She stumbled over to her abandoned clothes and pulled out a handkerchief, moving slower than a sloth on sedatives. She started to wipe the cum from her thighs, her ass, her pussy, but it quickly became apparent that the tiny piece of fabric was no match for the Niagara Falls of jizz.
She looked up at me, eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and desperation, like a puppy that had just pissed on the carpet. "Sir, I... I can't," she stammered, her voice softer than a kitten's purr. "There's too much. I can't clean it all up."
Ha! This situation was fucking laughable. I mean, she was standing there, drenched in jizz, trying to clean up with a goddamn handkerchief. It was like some shit straight out of a B-grade porno.
Was this real life? Because it sure as fuck felt like a low-budget sex farce.
"You know you're fighting a losing battle there, right?" I said, raising an eyebrow. Her frantic wiping was kinda cute, but it was also hilariously pointless. The handkerchief was drenched, and she was still a sticky mess.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "Sir, I... I don't know what else to do," she stammered, her voice soft and uncertain.
I shrugged, a smirk on my lips. "Well, how about this—just stuff the handkerchief up your cooch and keep your butt cheeks clenched tight until we get to the bathroom. It's not exactly classy, but it might do the trick," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
Her eyes widened, a look of shock and disbelief crossing her face. "But, sir... that's... that's disgusting," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. "Disgusting?! You're literally covered in my cum, and you think using a handkerchief as a makeshift plug is disgusting? Lady, you need to reevaluate your priorities," I said, still chuckling.
She bit her lip, her eyes filled with a mix of uncertainty and resignation. "Alright, sir," she murmured, her voice soft and submissive. She hesitantly took the soaked handkerchief and carefully inserted it into her pussy, wincing slightly as she did so.
I watched, a sense of satisfaction and hilarity washing over me. This was fucking absurd, but also insanely entertaining. I mean, who the hell else could say they had a subordinate plugging their pussy with a handkerchief in an elevator? Not many, I'd bet.
"Now, clench that ass tight. We don't want any accidents before we get to the bathroom," I said, my voice firm but laced with humor.
She nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She clenched her cheeks, not the one in front, her body tense with the effort.
It was like watching a constipated actor trying to hold in a fart. Not exactly the sexiest look, but hey, I wasn't one to judge.
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