A Quickie
Just a little face fuck story loosely set in the Learning What's Possible story. Hope you enjoy. *SMUT - This is SMUT* Kim was Ronâs girlfriend, and while they might play with domination and submission, there was nothing but love and support there. With Monique sex more carnal and competitive, but no less respectful or considerate. Bonnie thoughâŚ
âChoke on me, slut!â
Bonnie was just a set of holes.
Holding his former bully by the back of her head, Ron kept her down on his dick for a full ten count before letting her back up. The meticulous make up sheâd probably spent ten minutes applying before meeting him must have been high quality because it was only barely starting to streak and smear after the abuse heâd been showing her face. Her panting sounded wet and a single strand of drool hung from her chin. The glare he mightâve expected for such treatment though never materialized. She simply sucked in a couple of sloppy breaths then opened her mouth again. âYou really are a slut.â He snickered before dragging her face back down into his lap.Â
Maybe it was getting to pay back years of bullying. Or anger at the way sheâd treated Kim. Hell, maybe it was the fact that sheâd come out to his car instead of meeting him in the mall, still refusing to be seen in public with him. Or it could be as simple as just how fucking good her throat felt. Whatever the reason, Ron found himself going harder and harder, using her hair to drag her up and down his cock without a shred of remorse or consideration. And he was only getting hornier. High on the power of his position he pushed the car door open with his free hand and slid out of his seat.Â
Bonnie had to scramble across the center console to follow him, her expression finally growing annoyed. âWhat the hell? Somebody might see m - us.â She corrected quickly but they both heard the aborted âmeâ. Any tenderness heâd had left evaporated. âThen you better finish me off before they do. Weâre at the top of the garage. I can see the stairs up and weâll hear anybody driving up.â He slapped his sloppy dick into her cheek. âIf youâre good, I might even let you stop.â For a moment she hesitated, then she scowled and pushed forward violently, swallowing him again even as she dropped into a squat. He let her work, enjoying the aggression. This was what made them work. Well, this and⌠Pressure peaked, his head throbbing and he grabbed her by the hair again, taking over for the final rush. A handful of rapid fire thrusts, balls slapping her chin and head filling her throat, and he came. She spluttered but didnât try to push away, doing her best to swallow it. When heâd finished, he released her hair, letting her rock backwards off of him and said. âShow me.â She did, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. He snorted begrudgingly. Sheâd swallowed it all. âAll right. You earned it.â Reaching into the car, he pulled his wallet off the dashboard. This was the other thing that made their relationship, if you could call it that, work. Pulling a few bills out, he leaned down and stuffed them into the open v of her purple tank top. His fingers came back wet with spit. âFor the shirt.â He offered her another bill. She scowled at it. â$10?â He smiled. âSmartymartâs having a sale. You can keep the change.â
