James Evers - Melissa_s suck job

Her screams were lost in the tight wad of her gag as her body writhed frantically. Her teeth clamped down, the tears welling in her tightly lidded eyes as the throbbing pain of his blows surged out from her tender jugs.

"You ready, cunt? I'm going to fuck your giant tits, cunt. Come an, bitch, squirm for me, show me how much you hate it."

He placed his pulsing cock on the hard ridge of her breast bone, and grabbed her beaten tits, crushing them together cruelly over the length of his bulging meat.

His hips began driving. Melissa could see his flared cock-tip appearing and disappearing into the red, welted valley of her cleavage. Her body jerked with each agonizing stroke as he rammed his cock through the raw, beaten mounds of her tits.

"Oh, Goddamnit," he moaned, "it's good. God, it's good. Your tits are so fucking hot and… FUCK!"

His hands pound the smooth globes harder and tighter against his raging cock, his thumb and forefinger tearing at her screaming nipples. His body shivered with each thrust as it plowed through, pausing only a few inches from her gagged mouth each time.

"Oh, fuck… it's too good. I'm coming! It's too short, too quick! Not enough torture! I got to hold it back! Got to stop it!"

But he could not. The sight of her bound and helpless body, captive to his every wish, plus the sexual bliss of her firm, huge tits across his cock, combined to take him over the edge. The cum burst from his churning prick in several gushing spurts, spilling out in steady, hot streams to land across her face and neck. On and on he humped, until the last trickle poured from his cock to dribble out onto her heaving chest.

"That takes care of the passion load," he said, his hands rubbing the sticky sperm into her face. "Now we can get on with the real fucking, and I promise you, it'll last a lot longer."

Melissa's heart sank when she realized it was not over. It was as though his orgasm meant nothing. His passion was so mixed with his hatred that his hard-on remained completely firm. If anything, he was even more aroused, and wasted no time in continuing. By untying her limbs one at a time, and retying them to the opposite corners, he had her turned over on her stomach in seconds.

He raised her hips high into the air, her face and chest driving hard into the mattress. He kneeled between her outstretched legs, and grabbed the firm, white cushions of her ass-cheeks, his fingers digging hard into the full, white pads.

"Now you just be punished," he chuckled, his hand reaching down to wrench the belt from his pants. "You've been a bad girl, and Daddy must punish you."

With this he doubled the band of leather in his trembling hand, and smashed it across her bare, upturned ass. Her body heaved as the blow smacked loudly into her flesh. Again and again his arm would rise, then descend in a short, sweeping arc, lashing her ass with the hard loop of leather, his rhythm broken only by an occasional motion as his lips came down to suck at the flaming, red welts, marking each one with a giant purple hickey.

Melissa could see his body trembling from the overwhelming delight of his sadistic whipping. His cock bobbed frantically. Each stroke of the strap would bring another trickle of pre-cum oozing from its tip to trail down in a long, sticky string to the bed.

Melissa was also consumed with her own response, not altogether unpleasant. She began to feel that, under different circumstances, she could get off on this. Even now her cunt was beginning to drip with passion as his half-strength blows seared into her tender flesh, the taut leather biting into her throbbing ass-cheeks.

Murdock was shocked to feel his orgasm rising. The thrill of his action was pulsing through him with such incredible power, that he was sure be could cum just from biting her, but he wanted more.

He threw the belt aside, and pushed his lips against her crinkled asshole, his tongue darting out to ream the tightly tensed muscle. For several minutes he continued probing, his hot tongue pouring in and out of her clenched little asshole as his sucking mouth soaked the tiny hole with saliva.

Now he rose, his hips coming directly behind her until the pulsing tip of his oozing prick pressed against her quivering bung. Quickly he rammed his hips forward, his huge cock soaring up the channel of her bowels in one swift agonizing plunge.

His cock tore at the dry-walled insides of her rectum. Her body writhed and snaked furiously against the torment of his rigid tool. On and on he drove, the full length of his prick emerging and burying itself between the swollen, red cheeks of her ass. Harder and harder he banged, his passion rising in giant swells from his lust-frenzied balls.

Fortunately for Melissa, it was quick in coming. She endured some ten or fifteen strokes of his ramming pole into her dry, raw ass-tube, and screamed out her relief as his cock erupted into her, spilling out its cream in hot, surging blasts.

His body twisted violently with each, burst, his cock spewing its thick jizz far into the depths of her bowels.

Finally it slowed, the cum dribbling its last gasps before withering and sliding from her ass in one gurgling contraction of her aching muscle.

But the hatred remained. He dressed quickly, untying her, and dragging her by the hair towards the front door.

"This is just my first visit, bitch," he said, throwing open the front door.

Melissa's hands went up to shield herself from the empty hallway. Murdock laughed at the modest gesture, and leaned against the space of wall next to the door.

"I think you got off on this whole thing, didn't you, bitch? Well, don't worry, I intend to come back often. You've got a year's worth of debt to pay off, and I'm going to get it. And next time it'll be slower… much slower."

Murdock never saw it coming. In one gesture of incredible speed, she drove her knee up and into his balls, packing it with all the strength her tired body could muster.

She ducked in anticipation of his retaliation, but it never came. She uncovered her face, and saw him frozen in an open-mouthed, soundless scream, his eyes rolled into the back of his lids. She moved around and pushed his body into the open doorway.

He fell to the hallway floor, his body and face still retaining their silent agony. She stared for a few seconds, savoring the sight, printing it forever in her mind. It was the final battle of a long war, and she wanted to remember it.

She knew she would never see Murdock again.

Melissa was sitting at her desk, reading over her latest article when the phone rang.

"Hello. Special Assignments Desk. Can I help you?"

"Hello, Miss Dansin. Got time for an old friend?"

It took Melissa a few seconds to recognize the male voice, but when she did, her excitement was not to be contained.

"Darren Meredith! My God, how are you?"

"Just fine. I'd ask you the same thing, but I can see you're doing A-OK. How long you been boss?"

"Almost five months now. It's great! I get to pick all my own interviews."

"I'll bet they've been hot ones," he said, putting what could only be called a wink into his voice. "Any serious boy friends?"

"Nope. I spend mast of my time with Bob, and his mother, and a few of their friends, but nothing heavy. Why? Interested?"

"You never know, I might be."

The idea brought a quick flutter to her stomach, surprising her. "How have you been doing?"

"Great! Did a little moving up myself. Old man Walsh finally retired, and I've moved into his spot."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope. I'm a full-fledged network exec. In fact, it's in that capacity I'm calling you."

"Of course. After a year and a half why should I expect a social call?" She tried to load it with sarcasm, but the excited giggle still crept through.