R Masters - Schoolgirl in chains

She wrestled herself free of him and jumped off the chair. Then she stepped out of her shorts, kicked them aside, and bent over right in front of the startled boy, practically pressing her ass cheeks in his face, lewdly exposing her tempting, juicy cunt and small spasming asshole.

"Spank me!" she gasped. "Hit my ass hard, Sam! Make me feel good!"

"God, Vicki, I don't wanta hurt you. But I do wanta fuck you!"

His cock was so hard that his prick head was hammering against his taut, flat belly. He held his cock down, aiming his prick knob at the beautiful hair-fringed target of her juicy pink cunt.

She felt his thick rubbery cock head pressing against her juicy pussy, and, while the touch excited her, she was still disappointed. "Hurt me, baby!" she pleaded. "Slap me hard!"

Sam, wanting to please the sexy girl, slapped her a few times across the ass cheeks, but stopped almost as soon as he had begun. He just had to stick his big pulsing cock in that beautiful red cunt gash of hers. Just had to feel the tight, velvety walls of her pussy clasping his giant fucker.

She was rotating her hips and moaning, and thick drops of pussy cream were dripping out of her cunt. He could smell the pungent odor of her excitement.

He grabbed her hips in an effort to keep her still so he could fit his prick directly against her cunt opening and fuck his cock in. She protested and tried to move her cunt away from his cock head, but he held her steady and fucked in.

"Uuuuuuuungh!" she grunted as she felt his thick prick fucking into her needy little pussy. "Aaaaahhhhh, yeah! You're in me, now! In me! Fuck me hard! Don't make me wait – ream me good!"

But Sam had to hold still for several moments. He was so excited by the horny girl and the wonderful feeling of her tight pussy pulsing around his cock that he was afraid he would shoot his load immediately. He had to wait so the pressure of his balls would ease up.

Vicki was crazed with need. She required stimulation. She needed excruciating, mind boggling stimulation, and Sam wasn't giving it to her. She wanted to feel her heart racing with excitement and fear, wanted to feel her flesh burning with pleasure and pain.

"Fuck meeeeee!" she screeched, humping back at him, forcing his prick even deeper.

"Yeah – fuck me!"

Sam grunted with lust. He slowly withdrew his prick and then fucked his cock in hard.

"Uuuuuuhhhg – yeah, yeah, yeah! Fucking shit! You fucker! Kill me! Do it! Fuck me hard!"

Sam narrowed his eyes, watching the gorgeous redhead wiggle her ass lewdly and pull roughly on her tits. He braced himself by placing his hands on her shoulders and began to really fuck her hard.

His balls slapped noisily against the bottoms of her ass cheeks and against her upper thighs, and his prick shaft fucked in and out, reaming her churning cunt, bottoming out at the end of her pussy tunnel.

"Yeah, it's good!" Vicki sobbed as she continued to scratch and maul her own tits.

She was feeling more, now. Her cunt was full and her tits were sending out shock waves of excruciating pain, lifting her up and up toward the sort of peak she craved.

"Uuuuuungh! Shiiiiiit!" Sam growled, deeply immersed in the fuck rhythm. His face was flushed with his exertions, and his body was covered with sweat. His ball sac had tightened the loose skin now stretched tightly over his cum-filled balls.

"Goddamn little fuckin' slut!" he rasped.

Vicki's cunt spasmed and her clit sparked when she heard him say that. "Yeah, yeah!" she gasped. "Tell me, baby! Aaaaaaaaah! What am I – huh? Tell me!"

But Sam did not hear her. He slammed and fucked her pussy, skewering his cock around and around, grinding his prick flesh against the tight slick walls of her pussy.

Vicki moaned in disappointment. She wanted to hear more, wanted him to take control. She frowned slightly as she humped back at him.

Then she let go of her tits and grabbed his hands, which were still firmly gripping her shoulders. She pulled hard, dislodging them from their perch, and placed them around her throat.

She knew that she needed still more stimulation. "Choke me…" she rasped. "Give it to me…"

"Aaaaaarrgh!" Sam gasped. He was in a deep daze, fucking hard, feeling the jizz building up in his balls.

She pressed on his fingers, sending them deep into the tender flesh of her throat, and she felt her wind being cut off. She imagined some dark sleek man with a cruel expression on his face raping her, fucking her, strangling her as she took his pleasure from her, and she immediately felt an orgasm begin to spasm deep in her cunt.

"Uuuuuungh, ungh, ungh!" she groaned, twisting her ass and writhing her cunt violently.

"Holy shit!" Sam gasped, feeling her cunt muscles pulling hard on his cock, milking his prick unmercifully. "Gonna shoot, gonna fuckin' shoot!"

Without realizing it, he gripped her throat hard now as he fucked in and began to shoot hot greasy cum up her spasming cunt.

Vicki's eyes popped, and her face turned a dangerous violet color. She was completely plugged in now – all her nerves and muscles aching and spasming with stimulation, with pain and pleasure. And she was deeply afraid that he might choke her to death.

Yes! Yes! she thought as a powerful orgasm began to rumble through her cunt and clit, shaking her asshole and sending jolts of sensation through her spine. Yes!

When the last drop of cum had been eked from Sam's pulsing prick and his cock began to shrink, he looked down in disbelief at his hands, wrapped tightly around the lovely girl's neck. Quickly he released his hold. "My God!" he muttered.

Vicki turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder. She winked at him slyly. "Very, very nice, lover," she sighed. "I'll suck you off, and then you can fuck my ass. But I want you to tie me up first, OK?"

Sam hung his head and shook it in disbelief. "I'm sorry that what happened to you at the prom did this to you – but it's sick. Really sick. And I don't want any part of it. I'm straight, and I like the women I fuck to be straight. I want you to go now."

"You stupid son of a bitch!" Vicki hissed, fire in her eyes. "You stupid asshole. Don't you have any imagination? Don't you want to feel in power? Don't you want to make me scream, to have me entirely in your power? Don't you want excitement? Break me, you stupid slob. Bring me to my fucking knees!"

Sam looked at her pityingly, still shaking his head. "Get out of here, Vicki," he said softly.

"Damned right I will!" she said coldly. She gathered up her clothing, slipped into her shorts, and zipped them up. "I'll need to borrow one of your shirts."

"Yeah, sure," he said, a feeling of loathing and disgust overtaking him. He went into his room and found a light football jersey and gave it to her.

She donned it hurriedly and, without another look in his direction, left his house.

Vicki had to do a little research, but during the course of the following week she discovered where Bud's hangout was.

Early on a hot Saturday afternoon, she decided to make her move. She took a long hot shower, then dabbed musk oil in the hollow of her neck and in her silky cunt fur. She spent half an hour applying make-up, sparkly lavender eye shadow, heavy black liner, and glossy lipstick. She fluffed up her curly red hair and admired the hard, sophisticated look she now projected. She giggled and tweaked her stiffening nipple, then began to get dressed.

She shimmied into a pair of skin-tight designer jeans and pulled a tight, knitted tube top over her head, stretching it down over her tits. Her hard nipples jabbed through the material, presenting a luscious, sexy sight. Next she slipped into some high, platform shoes, completing the image of a hot, eager vamp.