her at a steady pace.
“Well?”, I said, “What have you got to say for yourself?”
The first thing she said was my name.
Like the parent of a serial killer saying the name of the missing to humanize them.
“Yes?”, I replied.
“Please.”, she said.
“What? I’m not hurting you or anything. It’s not like you haven’t been fucked in the ass before. By me. On several occasions.”
“Untie me.”, she said.
“Nope.” I continued my steady rhythm. “I figure we have something we have to talk about.”
I waited to see if she had anything else to say.
I could practically see her mind racing, trying to figure out all of the angles. Trying to think ahead to what I might say. What I might do.
You see, I had thought everything out already, and had planned this out, and everything was going according to plan. Whereas she had to think on her feet. Or hogtied on her stomach more to the point.
We had wrestled around before, and she knew that I had her pinned and she wasn’t going anywhere unless I decided to let her. So she just put her head down and her whole body relaxed a few degrees.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Not unless you make me.” I paused verbally, but not physically.
“The way I figure it the whole thing boils down to one question, and that question is, ‘Him or me?’ ”
“What?”
I slapped her across the back of her head on the right side with my right hand, open-palmed, and it made a smack and a thud sound simultaneously. Her body clenched for a second in reaction and stayed a little more tense than it had been before I slapped her upside the head.
“You know I hate repeating myself. And you know I know that you’re not stupid so don’t play dumb with me. I asked you a question. ‘Him or me?’ ”
I kept fucking her ass steadily. She didn’t answer.
She was thinking. She was being willful. She was being stubborn.
Maybe she was trying to think of the right things to say to influence my behavior, but I wasn’t in the mood for head games. I figured we had enough of prevarication and subterfuge and dissembling already. It was time for plain talk. But since she was being willful I had to break her will.
I swept my right hand across the back of her head, gathering her hair into a pony-tail in my fist.
I pressed my body down onto hers. My front to her back, and I pulled her head back, craning her neck.
I switched up the pace, pulling my dick out till just the head was inside. When I felt the head bump against her sphincter I’d ram it back in, balls deep, accentuating the end of my sentences.
Pull out. “Well?” Ram!
Slowly pull back. “What’s it gonna be?” Ram!
Pull back. “Him?” Ram!
Pull back. “Or me?” Ram!
She didn’t say anything, but the expression on her face was a mix between a wince and a grimace.
Pull back. “Him?” Ram!
Pull back. “Or me?” Ram!
Stubborn bitch. I picked up the pace.
“Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram!
“Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram! “Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram! “Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram!
I wasn’t railing her hard enough to break anything. I wasn’t trying to do any permanent damage, but it must have felt like it to her. I’ve never had anyone make hate to my ass, but I’m sure it felt a lot worse for her than it did for me, and I could do this shit for hours. Her lips were pressed into a thin white line and under the tape over her eyes she was probably squinting as the
“Well?”, I said, “What have you got to say for yourself?”
The first thing she said was my name.
Like the parent of a serial killer saying the name of the missing to humanize them.
“Yes?”, I replied.
“Please.”, she said.
“What? I’m not hurting you or anything. It’s not like you haven’t been fucked in the ass before. By me. On several occasions.”
“Untie me.”, she said.
“Nope.” I continued my steady rhythm. “I figure we have something we have to talk about.”
I waited to see if she had anything else to say.
I could practically see her mind racing, trying to figure out all of the angles. Trying to think ahead to what I might say. What I might do.
You see, I had thought everything out already, and had planned this out, and everything was going according to plan. Whereas she had to think on her feet. Or hogtied on her stomach more to the point.
We had wrestled around before, and she knew that I had her pinned and she wasn’t going anywhere unless I decided to let her. So she just put her head down and her whole body relaxed a few degrees.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Not unless you make me.” I paused verbally, but not physically.
“The way I figure it the whole thing boils down to one question, and that question is, ‘Him or me?’ ”
“What?”
I slapped her across the back of her head on the right side with my right hand, open-palmed, and it made a smack and a thud sound simultaneously. Her body clenched for a second in reaction and stayed a little more tense than it had been before I slapped her upside the head.
“You know I hate repeating myself. And you know I know that you’re not stupid so don’t play dumb with me. I asked you a question. ‘Him or me?’ ”
I kept fucking her ass steadily. She didn’t answer.
She was thinking. She was being willful. She was being stubborn.
Maybe she was trying to think of the right things to say to influence my behavior, but I wasn’t in the mood for head games. I figured we had enough of prevarication and subterfuge and dissembling already. It was time for plain talk. But since she was being willful I had to break her will.
I swept my right hand across the back of her head, gathering her hair into a pony-tail in my fist.
I pressed my body down onto hers. My front to her back, and I pulled her head back, craning her neck.
I switched up the pace, pulling my dick out till just the head was inside. When I felt the head bump against her sphincter I’d ram it back in, balls deep, accentuating the end of my sentences.
Pull out. “Well?” Ram!
Slowly pull back. “What’s it gonna be?” Ram!
Pull back. “Him?” Ram!
Pull back. “Or me?” Ram!
She didn’t say anything, but the expression on her face was a mix between a wince and a grimace.
Pull back. “Him?” Ram!
Pull back. “Or me?” Ram!
Stubborn bitch. I picked up the pace.
“Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram!
“Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram! “Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram! “Him?” Ram! “Or me?” Ram!
I wasn’t railing her hard enough to break anything. I wasn’t trying to do any permanent damage, but it must have felt like it to her. I’ve never had anyone make hate to my ass, but I’m sure it felt a lot worse for her than it did for me, and I could do this shit for hours. Her lips were pressed into a thin white line and under the tape over her eyes she was probably squinting as the
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