I'm still pulling her hips, and kissing her, and she's a little confused, but I don't push her off, or take my mouth from hers, she's kissing me sweetly and deeply, I just give her a minute and say it again, quietly, and she looks at me and hesitates, but does, puts her hands on my shoulders, and stands up, a little flushed, a little wild, her hair a tangled dark cloud around her face, and her neck and breasts are flushed, and her lips are swollen and dark pink from the kissing, and I realize I've been staring at her mouth when she smiles, just very slightly. She's naked, and looks slight and soft and vulnerable standing in front of me. I adjust my cock in my jeans, and Sarah's eyes drop to my hand, and I see her eyes widen a little when she sees.
"Look at this."
Sarah doesn't say anything, and I point at my jeans.
"Look at this mess Sarah. You leaked on my pants."
I scoot forward in my chair, and reach out to her with one hand and swipe my fingers up the inside of her thigh. My fingers slip easily along her skin. She's a beautiful mess. I stroke the inside of her thigh a little, and show her my fingers.
"Look at this. You messy wet little slut. And that's just your thighs. I haven't even touched your cunny yet. I bet you're all slick and soaked and messy aren't you?"
Sarah nods, her eyes are big, and her lips are parted. Her nipples are stiff and dark pink.
"Put your hands behind your back."
She does, and I reach forward again, and I keep my eyes on hers and put my hand on her inner thigh, my palm this time, and slide it up, and cup her bare little smooth pussy in my hand, and she's a mess, she's drenched and her cunny opens under my hand, squishes a little, and opens, and my two middle fingers sink into her cunt, and Sarah draws a shuddering breath as my fingers slide into her, until my palm is against her clit and my fingers are tightly encased in the smooth slick hot soft sheath of her. I pull my fingertips along the sensitive front wall of her cunt, deeply, grinding my palm a little, and Sarah's knees buckle a little, and I slowly draw my fingers out of her body and show them to her as I stand. My fingers are shiny and slick, and my palm is wet.
"Look at this mess you made little girl, little slut, look at your messy little slit, your wet little leaky, soppy, dripping little pussy that you can't control."
I take one stiff little nipple in my wet fingers, and smear it with her juices, and Sarah's eyes flutter a little as I pull it harder, gripping harder through the slickness, letting the little peak slip out of my fingers before capturing it again. I tell her to turn around, and she does, and I step up closely behind her, move her hair to the side, and kiss her neck a little, and slide my hand up her ribs, and capture her other jutting little nipple in my wet fingers. My other hand goes around her hip, and back between her legs, and I find her clit, and roll it, and press a little, shake my fingers, and stroke up and down her slit with the pads of my fingers, and find her clit again, and strum and stroke it faster, and a little too hard, and get my fingers as wet as I can and stroke all around her smooth little mound, and dip into her pussy again, slipping my fingers in and out of her folds and up the whole length of her leaky little slit, and then back to her clit, fast and smooth and light, and then harder, pulling her back into me, my teeth on her shoulder, her ass pressing back into me, knowing she can feel my cock straining in my jeans, and Sarah's mouth is open and wet, and her eyes are closed, and she's concentrating on the feelings racing through her, my fingers all slick and stroking relentlessly on her clit now, and I want her close, and I want her edgy, because I want to whip her, and fuck her on the ground.
I'm pressed against her from behind as my fingers slip and delve and stroke and tease and rub her piping little clit. I move my other hand from her breast, and run my fingernails down her ribs, over her belly, around her hip and over her warm little ass, up her back, and up into her hair, and take a fistful of her fine dark hair and snatch her head back, put my mouth close to her ear. Sarah gasps, and moans a little, and moves her hips to make my fingers return to her pleasure, but I've stopped, and I pull my fingers from her achy little pussy, and wipe them on her belly, letting her feel how wet and slippery they are, how messy she is.
"I'm going to whip you Sarah." And I can't keep the growl from my voice, my heart is pounding, and I can't think of a way to get close enough to her. I want to lick and kiss and hurt her and love her and fuck her. I really want to fuck her. My cock is so hard it hurts, and she's not the only one making a mess. I grip her by the hair, hard, and she's up on her toes a little and I unfasten my belt with one hand and pull it through the loops. I push her forward, until she's up against the wall, and I press my weight against her, pull her head to the side to kiss her neck, and bite her shoulder again, and run my hand holding my belt up and down her flank, so she can feel my warm hand, and the cool leather. I turn her head with my hand still wrapped in her hair to kiss her, bending my head almost straight down to reach her mouth, her neck straining up, taut, to reach me, her lips hot and wet and her mouth open. I feel like I'm drowning.
"I want to." I say, and she knows what I mean.
"I know baby." She says, and then gasps, as I tighten my grip on her hair, and bend her head back. I lick her neck, and I can feel my tongue pass over the tendons and smooth flesh, and I lick the corner of her jaw lightly, and kiss her behind the ear. I taste a little salt on her skin. "Shush now." I say.
I step back from her and she doesn't look back at me, but she places her hands just lightly on the wall, at the height of her shoulders, and stands very still, just her fingertips on the cool surface, and I can see her breathing deepen, and she shivers, and I know it's not from cold, and her feet and ankles are together, and she shifts her weight back and forth a little, and I think that she must be able to feel how wet she is between her thighs when she does. I let her stand and wait for a long time/just a moment, and I see the smooth muscles in her calves flex, and she comes up on her toes, and her fingertips are pressing against the wall, and we're both waiting, and it's almost too delicious, and even from here I can see a pulse in her throat. Sarah waiting, naked, slim and straight, and up on her toes, and gooseflesh ripples over her back and she breathes deeply.
The stroke across her ass with the doubled belt is fast and hard, and drives her hips forward to hit the wall. Sarah gives little cry and a moaning, shuddering breath, and I do it again, and the crossed pink marks raise in the smooth soft skin, and she's still drawing the deep breath from the second stroke when the third one comes, driving her into the wall again, her hips and belly slapping against the smooth surface, and pulling another cry from her, and she keeps her hands on the wall, pressing, and pushes up onto her toes, and I come to her and struggle to unfasten my jeans, and get them down enough to free my cock, painfully hard, and slick with the juices pearling from the swollen head, and I run my and over her ass, and feel the heat, and the hot welts raising up, and I fit my hand around Sarah's hip, and pull her away from the wall a little, and give her a little shove between the shoulder blades to lean her over.
I grip her hair again, and pull her head back hard, arching her back, her feet still together, and my cock is literally dripping; I can feel slick cool wetness all along the length of my shaft when I take it in my hand and stroke my fist up and down the length of my cock, and over the swollen head, and fit it to Sarah's tight little ass hole. It feels impossibly tight as I press forward and open her with the thick head, and I stop just there, and I know it's hurting her from her gasp and her trembling, and I lean a little, to get my mouth near her ear, and pull back harder on her hair, and Sarah gives a little cry, and Sarah, I say, Sarah, listen, do I have your attention now? And Sarah nods, a little franticly; uh huh! she says, and I say Sarah, do I have your full fucking attention now? And this time she can't muster an answer, and a tear slips from the corner of her eye, and I lick it away, and slowly slide my cock up into her ass.
My cock is so hard, and so slick that I can feel her struggle to accommodate me, but I slide all the way up into her on that first delicious, delirious stroke.
I hold her head back, keep her back arched, and I can feel her legs shaking, and I draw my hips back, and wait a moment, and then forward again, deeply, driving, making Sarah push back with her hands against the wall, and I feel her belly cramp, and I grip her hip to push forward, to have more of her, and she moans again, and gives a little sob, and I want to talk to her, to make her talk to me, to make her ask me to fuck her, to hurt her, to come in her ass, to tell me that she's mine, that she's my little slut, and that cock is hurting her, and that she wants to come, but I can't speak, and Sarah's having to struggle, I'm pulling her head back to me, and her back is arched and I know this won't last long, because she's so tight and the slick friction is too much, and I'm trying to take as much of her as I can, and then I can't think any more, and I'm just fucking her, my girl, my dirty little slut, fucking her hot tight little ass, and hurting her, and I don't care, I don't give a fuck if I am, and she's bracing her hands so I don't drive her into the wall, and I manage to tell her to look at me, my voice thick, my teeth gritted, and then the pleasure sings through me, thick liquid overload and rushing heat, and I pour into her, my cock swelling, and pulsing, and pumping, and Sarah gives a little cry as I thrust forward hard, and she reaches her hand back between her legs, and holds the base of my cock, and I know she can feel me jerking and spasming and filling her with my come.
