#mean!sam

SMACK, SLURP, POP. the sounds filled sam’s humid room. his brow furrowed further, a look of disdain washing over his pale features at the noise. the videogame in front of him needed all his heed, but it seemed like his brat, bambi, demanded some of that attention, too.

“stop that,” he groaned, frustrated. the sound of his thumbs assaulting the buttons on his controller should’ve been all that was heard, had you not been deep-throating the candy sam made the mistake of getting you. “what— i’m just having my candy,” you whined before continuing, “—and besides, if you have a problem, why don’t you let me sit away from you—” he was quick to shut down that idea, gripping the flesh of your thighs. maybe sam was in the wrong for getting you the cherry ring-pop, your favourite, and maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have you perched on his lap, sitting comfortably (cluelessly) on his aching boner, but in his defence, he just wanted to feast his eyes on the sight of your plump lips wrapped around the toy candy, sucking and slurping, just as you are now like the good girl you are, but once he switched his playstation on, the competitive side came out.

you shift to your comfort in his lap, feeling the tent in his pants poke directly into your mound. you had an arm crossed over sam’s neck, bringing the ring-clad finger to your mouth and sucking. at the taste of the sweet cherry juices dripping into your mouth, you groan in sam’s ear.

the sounds traveled straight to his cock, his mind tuning out his reality— the game at hand— just to focus at your skilful tongue, stained red by the candy. “if you don’t quit it—” he sighed, his voice strained. the next thing you know, his character is being obliterated by the enemy. you stifled a giggle, your plan worked.

sam had left you so, so worked up. choosing to take out his frustration with his family on some stupid toy, rather than your willing pussy. ever since that day at the playground, you couldn’t go a day without sam pounding into your drooling cunt. even if it was always him starting it, he got you to finish, and you were forever grateful for it. but today? when you dolled up in all black— tank top and skirt— with red lingerie, he decided to pick up that gaming console and not let go.

“alright, bambi, i’ve had it with you,” he gets up abruptly, causing you to hit the ground and land on your knees. you gasped, offended.

his hands, full of real, crude metal were quick to move, undoing his belt, unlike your delicate hand that was motionless with the toy ring perched on it. the leather of his studded belt flicked across your cheek, causing you to look up at sam through wet lashes. he only smirked at the sight. your eyes flicked to the bulge revealed in his boxers, and now your mouth watered for a taste that wasn’t cherry ring-pop.

“‘like to suck your candy, huh, brat?” he squeezed your cheeks together. “since you’ve been practising in my goddamn ears all day,” he continued, pulling out his cock, “let’s see how good you’ve gotten.” his cock was slapped against the same spot at the belt. you only stared at him through your long lashes, unwilling to satiate when you’re unsatisfied yourself. “come on, bambi, open up,” he squeezed your cheeks again, causing your mouth to gape open. “i can’t guarantee it tastes like cherries, but you’re open to trying sweet-n-salty, aren’tcha?” he giggled, amused at his own snarky comments.

the fat tip of his cock pressed into your plump, gape lips, and instinctively, your tongue stuck out to lick it. “there we go,” sam sighed, ready to return to cloud 9.

you sheepishly swirled your tongue around the bulbous tip of his cock, relishing in the taste of his precum oozing into your tastebuds. oh, yeah, you’ve found yourself a new favourite flavour.

“hands up for me, bambi,” he sighed, breathless already. you oblige, eyes widening when his belt snaked over your wrists, tying them in an unholy matrimony. your hands rested in your lap, preventing you from pleasuring yourself like you intended to. “now, open wide f’me.” you’re obedient, eager to please, for you know if sam’s satisfied he would overlook the ‘punishment’ and stick his cock into you. your pussy flutters at the thought of being full again.

as your throat relaxed around him, you started taking more and more of his length, looking up at him through your lashes to seek his validation, and the mere sight was rewarding. his brows furrowed, a pink flush crept into his pale skin, while his lips were plump and agape, marks of his teeth etched into the skin. “your mouth was made to suck cock, y’know that— my cock. you’re only gonna squeeze my cock with that fuckin’ throat, y’hear?” he nods, authoritative yet cooing, “is my girl understanding me?” so you bobble your head along with length. “fuck yeah, brat. going dumb on my cock,” he moans, and you were eager to illicit more of those sounds.

you relax your jaw, inhale deeply, and let him take charge. when sam realises this, the little devil smirks, running his fingers through your scalp to tug at your hair.

his cock pistons in and out of your throat, your eyes watering and your breath haggard. your pussy clenched around nothing but the flooded dampness of your cotton panties.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu—” incoherent grunts and groans filled the room along with the delirious smell of your arousals. “fuuuuck, bambi,” sam’s thrusts got sloppier.

“you know,” he spoke, breathless yet mischievously, “this candy comes with a creamy centre,” he chuckled, grunting as he came undone in your mouth. “sweet n’ salty, yeah?” he stroked his cock, relishing in the sight of his heavy load dripping down your plump lips. you were quick to swallow every drop, selfishly devouring your favourite candy. you wondered if this was gluttony or lust?

when satiated, sam pulled away, tucking his cock away. you, too, get up from the floor, wincing at the pain of kneeling down for too long.

you shimmy out of your clothes, making your way towards his bed. sam sees you in the corner of his eye, an eyebrow irking at your actions, “what do you think you’re doing,” he asked plainly, leaving you confused. “i- you’re fucking me, right?” you had a pitiful look on your face, so eager to chase your own release with his assistance. “like hell i will, dumb girl,” sam scoffed, “brats don’t get pleasure after punishment,” he shrugged coldly, grabbing his gaming console.

he pointed towards his thighs, “sit your ass back down,” you whine, “but i’ll be so boooored,” yet perch on his lap, still.

“—and i finished my ring-pop,” you sigh in frustration. sam chuckles, “don’t worry, i’ll have your new favourite out in a minute,”

“this flavour never finishes, just keeps on coming.”

THIS PUNK—

you weren't exactly the brightest when it comes to picking customers.some you could,some you were forced to.in this case,it's a fusion of both.you merely thought sam was a drunker the moment he dragged you into this cheap motel room in another nameless town.you could sense his pent-up energy straight away,one that really needs a release.though,he's fully conscious,no sense of intoxicated half-baked decision in bringing you here.

his hungry,empty eyes lazily drag up and down our figure,undressing you mentally yet it doesn't spark a reaction nor surprise.when you're devoted to life-long road trips hopping from one town to another,each of you looks the same to him now.

it makes you feel small,dumbed down to a lower being.usually you'd have snarky remarks awaiting at bay,throwing them recklessly at drunk or pliant clients.but this time,none seems to surface.you could only gather a wee courage to fix your hair and stare down your shoes,feeling far more exposed than you actually were.

you hear him huffs,and if you didn't know any better,you'd think he's disappointed.nonetheless,he sat himself down the edge of the clammy bed with a taunting smile.

"c'mere," his tone oddly tender as he reaches out his hand to you.seeing you hesitating,his expression turns mean and punctuates the command by stomping his heavy foot,making you flinch. "they,uh,send me a broken doll or something?" he hissed with a poisonous tone.

swallowing doubt bitterly down your throat,you make way to him,delicate fingers fidgeting with the hemline of your attire. "there we go," he hums,pleased once you place yourself atop his lap,already feeling his half-hard bulge underneath.

"build for nothing but taking orders,hm?" he tightens his grip on your plush skin,tucking strands of hair out of your tensed face.his hands wander as he leans in to inhale your sweet scent,managing a small gasp out of you. "wearing skimpy outfits,waiting to be dicked down anytime,anywhere,," he grins against your skin as you hid your face in between his shoulder,trying to make yourself smaller.

his slender fingers eventually find your pulsing heat,and scoffs when he realized this frightened pretence of yours aren't doing a very good job at hiding what you truly want deep down,a desire just as wicked as his.

sliding away your panties,his fingers slips into you fast,the intrusion pulling a choked whine out of your mouth.one finger became two,and two to three within seconds and you were taken aback by how quick this is developing. "w-wait," you pant,trying to reason while catching your breathes and weakly tries to push him away,realizing his grip on you is glued shut,his broad shoulders caging you in.

"t-this is too fast," you threw your head back,perspiring neck inviting hungry kisses and bites. "nonsense," he mutters,licking a trail up your delicious neck all the way to your quivering lips,managing to muffle your whines for quite some time as he continues to ravage your cunt as it gets wetter and wetter,your body betraying you.

you could do nothing but cling to him tighter,practically biting at his shoulder as your orgasm came without a warning,your cunt convulsing and basically trapping his fingers in as he groaned,pulling out just as fast as when he were pushing in.

he brings the soaked fingers close to your dazed face,pushing them past your plump lips and silently asking you to suck them clean with his green eyes.just that demanding gaze alone could make you come for the second time. "attababy," he coos,a sense of false gentleness that managed to calm you down for the next storm.he would steal kisses in between sucking,savouring your addicting taste altogether.

just before you could properly close your eyes,you knew his merciful act would only last for a brief moment.he pushes you for a bit to take off his clothes with hurried intention and turns to you with an exasperated look,already expecting you to do the same.

"bend over," he growled as he took you off his lap for a moment to roll on the condom in his pocket,almost forgetting it.you did as he told,presenting yourself on all fours despite a sense of shyness creeping onto you slowly.you've done this millionths of times,yet it still feels foreign everytime,especially with somebody as hungry as sam.

behind you,he lowers his gaze with hunger as his cock stood proud,spreading your cheeks greedily as if he owns it.he thumbs at your damp panties and groaned when he could physically see a wet patch reforming as he puts more pressure.

he pushes you farther down the bed as you bury your face into the pillow,no space to talk back at all.you lets out honeyed whimpers and all sorts of noises that goes straight to his angry cock whenever he teases some more,like going down to kiss your heat,like purposely letting a finger slip into your ass,and each making you see stars everytime even though he's not even inside yet.

"dirty baby,,pretending you don't want it,," he taunts,slapping your ass harshly as another moan escapes your mouth,your fingers practically clawing at the bedsheets,impatience flowing all over.

despite paying you a decent amount of money that could lasts you months of expensive shopping,he isn't obliged to be kind at all,and like his cold demeanour,he enters you just as such with a powerful thrust straight to your cervix,with his spit being the only lube that softens the constant nudge of his cock right at that sweet spot.as if begging to dig in deeper,deeper until you could physically and mentally feel him in every parts of your body.

your eyes rolls back as he bottoms out,both of you letting out relieved sighs,your hips flush against his.he stills for a moment,awaiting your permission to move as you adjust to his size,one you've never experienced before.

turning your head and shooting him a sultry look with those seducing eyes tells him more than what could be said.you're redder than sin,and his favourite colour is red.

his hips snapped in deep,calculated thrusts,ones that makes you fucking drool all over the pillow,his chest meeting your perfect arch as he licks filthy nothings upon your sweet skin,occasionally pulling you in for a heated kiss,swallowing all of your moans,his fingers tangling with yours.

going faster,he pulls you back to his chest and continues to nip at your body with angry bites,one hand pawing at your tits,the other trailing further down to play with cunt a little more as he could sense you're getting closer to the edge.

"slut," he growled as he fastens his pace on both his hands and thrusts,taunting you to come. "panting like a dog for whoever fucks you good,," he pants,fluffy brown hair entangled with yours.

you cried out as you shatter on his cock,continuously pulsing around him and milking him dry as he shoves you down and fastens his thrusts further to chase his own pleasure before finally spilling inside,hot spurt after spurt making you twitch even more despite the condom blocking the actual sensation.