Crystal had just gotten back to the apartment and Dillon already had her pinned against their bedroom door. He wasted no time after she got back from her lunch date. He slammed the door shut, ripped her white tank up to her neck, and proceeded to suck and grope her tits. No words were uttered between them after she had walked into their door, just the sudden carnal actions of his hunger to ravage her. It wasn't like she had walked into their home, but the den of a wild and starved predator.
Dillon's hands held onto her hips. His long fingers gripped her like barbs. The tinge of pain from their pressure set her body on fire as he sucked the air from her lungs. The death kiss, as they called it, unsure if it was called by anything else. He taught it to her and it was an exhilarating experience to feel her breath stolen from her.
He slapped one of her tits and she whimpered at the sting it left as she gasped to regain the air he had taken. He slapped the other, as he always believed in fair and symmetrical practices. Her nipples perked as he slapped again. He knew how to control himself enough for it to sting but not enough to overshadow any pleasure or deter her focus from the joy of their sessions.
He pulled on her fine blonde hair, twisting it around his fingers as he pulled her head back so she was forced to stare at the pale white ceiling. She trembled as she felt his lips and the tip of his tongue graze the length of her slender neck.
"You're a dirty fucking slut," he whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her nerves as he slapped her right tit again. The impact caused her to flinch.
"Oh, fuck," she responded.
"Are you a dirty little slut?"
"No," she whispered with hesitancy.
He slapped her breasts again. "Don't lie to me. I know you're a dirty fuck doll."
His words always ignited a yearning in her. He knew just how to get her blood pumping and her pussy throbbing. She bit her lip and tried to shake her head in protest, but was cut off by the tickle of his fingertip trailing down the side of her ribcage and the curve of her waist. She felt her legs go weak and knew that, if he let go of his grounding grip, she'd crumble to the floor.
"Don't lie," he whispered as he licked the edge of her ear. His dark stubble scratched in the wake of his firm and gentle tongue. His hand left her side, squeezed and twisted her nipple, sending a shock of pain up through her chest, neck, and into her mind. "If you're going to lie to me..." He stepped away, releasing her from his grip and she hurriedly anchored herself against the wall. "Then I guess we can stop here."
Crystal was catching her breath, her tits still exposed to the open room and the uncovered window letting in the afternoon light. Her face changed from exasperation to a look of determination. She dropped to her knees, feeling the harsh carpet through her leggings, as she dexterously undid his jeans and pulled them down enough for his cock to bounce free inches from her face.
Looking up at his rod was always a joy that made her heart skip a beat. Eight inches in length and wide enough for her hand to barely grip it fully. It was the nicest, not the biggest, but the nicest she had ever had. The first and only cock that was ever able to give her an orgasm from sex alone.
She licked the length of the underside of his shaft slowly from the base to the tip and angled to insert him into her welcoming mouth. However, she felt his fingers twist in her hair and pull her head back, leaving the tip to bounce on her tongue and tease her lips. She winced as he twisted his grip, pulling her head back tighter to his knuckles.
"Your actions are more honest than your words," he said looking down on her. She loved him looking down on her. "Say it."
"I'm a dirty slut," she whispered, barely audible. She might as well have only mouthed it to him.
He tugged her hair again. "Louder."
"I'm a dirty slut!" She shouted.
Dillon pulled her head toward him, stuffing his cock into her mouth, causing her to take nearly all of his length into face. He proceeded to use his grip on her hair like a handle as he pulled her head back and forth like a personal toy. Her arms slumped to her side as she relaxed, giving him full control of her body and relaxing to the pace of his rhythm.
He let go of her hair and put both hands upon the side of her head, holding her steady and he began to thrust into her face. The sounds of her sloppy gagging echoed into the barely furnished room. Her tits bounced from the motions of her bobs. Placing one hand upon the back of her head, he thrusted himself down to his base, his tip punching into the back of her throat. Her eyes watered and she moaned when she felt him pinch her nostrils shut.
Although she was aware that he knew enough to not overdo it, she felt the seconds turn to minutes as she became desperate for air. His cock twitched and pulsed in her mouth, all airways were blocked and yet, despite the innate fear of fading into the abyss, her pussy throbbed in excitement.
He thrusted more. Her nose hit against his pelvis. Still wanting to breathe, she savored the feeling of him forcing his cock as deep into her throat as he could. Her muffled gags vibrated through her body and reverberated through the room. Her tits perked to their limit from her arousal.
She gasped and coughed as he pulled himself out and released her from his grip. Before she had a moment to collect herself, she felt him pull her up to her feet by her arms, spin her around, and push her back up to the door. Her tits squished against the cool cheap wood. Her back arched on her tip-toes so that her plump ass was sticking out to him.
"Stay like that," he commanded in a firm tone.
She felt his long fingers grip the waist of her black leggings and panties. With one violent sweep, he rip them to her ankles. Her ass jiggled as the tight fabric was yanked from it.
Slap!
Crystal gasped from shock and excitement as his hand landed a blow on the fat of her left cheek. A red handprint was already forming on her pale skin. Slap! He landed another blow on the other, remaining true to his need for even.
Dillon placed a hand upon her upper back, holding her with his weight against the hard surface of the thin door. He ran his right hand along her pussy and up the crack of her ass where he took a minute to circle her taught sphincter with his middle finger. The tickle on her tight, forbidden hole caused her to bite her lip as images flashed in her mind of his cock pounding her asshole into oblivion.
"You love your holes being played with, don't you?" He said as he nibbled at her ear.
She quivered as his finger slipped back down to her wet pussy, wiggling between her lips. "I do. I love when you play with my fucking holes. I love being your dirty little slut."
Dillon smiled. "Good girl."
She gave a cry of excitement that carried beyond the walls of their room as she felt him stuff two fingers into her eager hole. He curled and twisted his fingers quickly. She squirmed as they slid around inside her. He knew all her weak spots and, despite how hard she tried, she couldn't help but make lewd sounds.
The sloppy noise of his rough finger fucking was like a primal drum beat in her mind. Hearing her own wetness was like a ripple effect of the pleasure from the feeling of his knuckles bending and pressing against her walls. A finishing accent, like a dressing or a drizzle over a fine dessert.
Crystal's legs trembled as her body became warm with the tremor of a welling up orgasm. Sensing her sensitivity, Dillon pulled his fingers free as her pussy instinctively clenched around them. He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around to face him. He reached down behind her, grabbed the backside of her warm thigh, and lifted up her leg. He held it up with her knee at the level of his chest, her tits and pussy fully exposed to any passerby outside the window only a few feet away. The thrill of his domination as well as the anxiety of being seen was almost too much for her. Her body needed him inside her.
Crystal quivered as Dillon ran the length of his warm cock against her practically gushing crotch. Both her hands were pressed down against the door by her sides to hold herself steady. She gasped with bliss as he quickly placed a hand upon her throat, applying just enough pressure to hinder her airway, but not enough to do damage or fully block airflow. It was a beautiful tease of asphyxiation. How did he learn such a technique? She always wondered, but never wanted to know.
"You want me inside you?" He asked.
She whimpered. He squeezed her throat more.
"You want my dick inside your tight slut hole?"
"Oh, fuck yes. Fuck my dirty little hole," she begged.
"What?"
"Fuck my fucking cunt!" She shouted, and followed it with a scream of shock and joy as she felt his full cock thrust up into her. Her walls clamped around the shape of him and she felt every curve as he proceeded to pump her violently. "Oh, fuck. Fuck. Shit."
His grip was still firm upon her throat as his dick kept kissing against the extent of her depths. He was knocking against her womb and she could feel each pulse and twitch of his body as he kept exiting and entering her.
The hand on her leg slipped down to her ass and squeezed. The door behind her shook and knocked loosely on its cheap latch as she was fucked relentlessly against it. She felt the cheap panelling of the hollow for bend amd give from the push of their weight and thought Dillon might actually fuck her through it.
She loved how he ravaged her at first during all their sessions. As soon as he got inside her, he always became an animal and took her to pound-town, and could do so for a solid ten minutes. Fuck, he knew what he was doing.
