Anger Sex

I have been thinking about you on the ride home. It seems we have been fighting a lot, and arguments have replaced sex. I can barely keep my mind on the road; I have one hand on the wheel and the other trying to tug my skirt high enough as I navigate the rush hour traffic. As I drive, weaving and dodging, jockeying for position in the crowded lanes of traffic. I drive on, my mind filled with erotic thoughts of our sex life before all this strife and bullshit filled our lives.

Alas, I finally catch a red light, and the vehicles grind to a halt. I seize the opportunity to make some wardrobe adjustments, and I finally reach my pussy, which is shrouded with a thin satin fabric that is moist to the touch. It has been a month since we last had sex, and now l visualize what you might want and what I am willing to do for you, which is almost anything.

Opening the door, I wonder if you are home yet or if I have time to change into my sweats and maybe even masturbate a bit before you get home. Once you are home, the fights will start. Usually over some innocuous bullshit that I am fucking other guys. I hang my coat up on the clothes tree adjacent to the door, and I start to walk away when you burst into the room. Turning, I am prepared for another onslaught of bullshit accusations of how I am screwing anything with a cock. I recognize your stern, angry look, but you say nothing and toss your topcoat on the floor.

I watch you step toward me; I stand my ground, and then you brace me in the hallway wall with your strong hand on my shoulder. Our fights are usually verbal and never physical, not unless you count the spankings you administer to my bare ass. I glare at you; this is our most physical contact in a month or so. This is not what I crave. It is not what I want, and I shrug my shoulder; you tighten your grip, your lips twitch, and you start to speak firmly and controlled.

"Krissy, I have had enough of this fighting. It stops here, and it stops now!"

I start to say something, but you silence me by pressing your lips against mine, your chest crushing my tits as you push my back against the wall. My eyes widen in surprise for a second but slowly close as the heat of your kiss melts my anger. I succumb to you and my hands ripping your shirt open. You pin me to the wall with your hips. I can feel your rigid cock pressing on my mound. One of your hands holds my wrists, pinning them to the wall, and your other hand grabs my chiffon blouse and rips it open. I hear the buttons clatter as they fall to the floor. My bra and blouse are now in tatters, and my breasts spill out. The air is cool on my hard nipples, and you maul the malleable flesh with your hand, not a gentle caress but a hard squeezing and pinching of my aching tits. I feel that you are already aroused. You have a raging hard-on under your suit pants, a throbbing erection pressing against my pencil skirt.

You yank me from the wall and push me to the back of the couch. You bend me over the sofa back; my tits are dangling. I am squirming, twisting, trying to escape from your grip, but you pin me to the couch with a hand on the small of my back, the weight of your enraged body keeping me there. Your free hand fumbles with my skirt, and I feel it loosen from my waist and then fall to my feet on the floor. Your finger grips my fragile G-string, and you quickly rip them from me. I hear you unzip your pants, your belt buckle grazing my calf as your pants slide down. You dance a bit and are now naked except for your torn shirt. I realize you are going to fuck

mercilessly. I don't want your cock in me despite my pussy throbbing and leaking, or at least I don't think I do.

I feel your hand grasp the frail string of my black G-string. Stretching it until it snaps, you toss the wet, now torn G-sting to the floor and kick my feet to make me spread for you. My swollen pussy lips are entirely exposed, utterly accessible to you, your fingers, and your engorged prick.

I am pissed; I don't want you to fuck me, or do I?

Your stuff your hand between my legs, and your fuck finger is between my swollen pussy lips. I realize I am ready to be fucked after fingering my snatch on the way home. Your hand is between my legs, feeling my swollen pussy, rubbing my engorged lips, squashing them, making my slit ooze nectar. My cunt is drooling from weeks of neglect. I squirm, and you hold me in place. Your thick finger now penetrates me, and I sigh, not wanting it but ecstatic that you are fingering my cunt. I am craving your hard cock just the same. My cunt is on fire now; involuntary, I impale my greedy slit on your fat finger. Pushing back and forth, I ride your finger, trying to get it to rub my clit, but you resist.

Now you deprive me of the pleasure, my pussy is empty, and I am dripping on the rug. I can tell how hard you are for me, how you must be ready to explode, and when you do, I want your cock in me, fucking me. I know you see how slick and ready I am willing to take your prick into my cunt. I want you to fill me and give me the fucking I yearn for. Instead, you toy with me a little, running two fingers along my needy slit while your thumb circles and teases my clit. I want to scream at you to hurry up and fuck me, but when I open my mouth, all I can do is gasp with pleasure, and the urge to scream passes. I moan loudly instead.

My anger has faded, replaced with lust, and I grip the back of the couch tightly for support as my knees wobble and threaten to give way. Now, I can feel your engorged cock rubbing in my slit, my pussy lips gliding along the slimy wet sides of your cock, the bulbous head bumping the tip of my clit. I arc up, but your hand still holds me in place. You are in charge. I want more, I am willing now, you are not raping me, we are fucking, omg I want your fucking cock in me.

Your fingers tease and spread my pussy lips, but you will not push them into my wet, warm honey pot. I began bucking my hips, trying to force your fingers into my cunt; trying to make myself cum on your fingers if you did not let me cum on your cock. I grab your cock and stroke it, but you swat my hand away. I thought you felt like you might burst when I touch you, and with the way you are torturing me, I would not mind making you cum in my hand as payback. Is that why you stopped me? Do you think I would make you cum too fast? Alternatively, do you just enjoy torturing me with pleasure?

Your probing fingers have hit my G-spot, and I am on the proverbial edge; I am about to cum when suddenly you stop. You push away from me, leaving me propped on the back of the couch, seething with the fire of lust and frustration burning in my cunt and soul. You lick my juices off your fingers; you are taunting me, you fucker!

Now you kick my feet farther apart, I am splay wide and exposed to you, and your thick, rigid cock is sliding between my ass cheeks. With two fingers in my cunt, you pull me towards you and remove your fingers. You guide your cock to my pussy opening, and I feel the pressure of you entering my cunt; your bulging glans stretching my tight hole, a hole your cock has not been in for over a month now. You are not gentle, it is a violent thrust, a burst of searing pain in my pussy, and your thick rod is drilling my cunt, and I can feel your balls slapping my puffy pussy lips. My cunt grips your prick, welcoming it home like a long-lost lover.

The nectar of my cunt is spurting out as you slap my wet, pink pussy. I am shrieking and shoving my hips back to meet your savage thrusts, taking all the cock I can get from you. I bear down as hard as I can on my cunt muscles. If that is the way you want it, I will make you struggle to give me every fucking inch of your cock. You grunt as you force your way into my sloppy hole and fucking me, making me squeal. Good. This pussy is yours, but if you want it, now I will make you work for it.

With one hand on the small of my back, you grasp my hips with the other; using your leverage, you stuff a few more inches into me. I moan aloud, then scream. I am finally beginning to feel the fullness I have been yearning for and needing all month. I couldn't resist you, but it wasn't a brilliant decision to try. But you claimed my G-spot with your cock hitting my cervix on the final thrust and made me cum; it was not the biggest orgasm I will have tonight, but it does send tremors through my cunt.

With my muscles quivering out of my control and my hot juices flowing and squelching out through the tight seal around your shaft, you are filling the entire depth of my pussy in one mighty thrust. However, you do not; you hold very still until my orgasm ends; why? Do I make you so excited that you will explode if you move? I would love to make you cum before you can take my whole cunt; you deserve it for the torture you have inflicted upon me. On the other hand, are you just letting me calm down so you can start pushing me to another orgasm?

As I regain control, I growl like a lioness in heat and clamp down as hard as I can on your cock, looking back at you with sensuality and defiance. You slowly withdraw until just the tip of your cock remains in my pussy. While I squeeze as hard as I can to trap you inside, you see my pussy lips stretching wide, dragging along your shaft, reluctant to give it up. I whimper with need while you caress my ass and pause before renewing your efforts. I plant my hands on the couch l and try to push back against you, once again to impale myself on your pulsating dick.

You back up enough to deny me my prize for a few seconds, but now that my arms are braced against the couch, I have a little room to move. I smile and squirm on the end of your cock, ready to give back as good as I get. Beads of sweat glisten on the tanned skin of my back, and my massive jugs hang free, jiggling every time I try to wriggle and thrust back onto your cock. I feel you grasp my hips again, and I smile to myself in anticipation.

When you begin again, you take me hard and fast. You were always a snug fit for me, but now you have my legs, and my twat is squeezing your cock, making it feel as if I am too small to take you. I cry through clenched teeth and close my eyes as you stuff me so full I feel ready to burst. I know now that you were not teasing me when you were fucking slowly and only giving me a few inches with each thrust. You gave me time to adjust to your swollen cock violating my tight fuck hole.

I feel your hips pressing against my ass, but you have not yet hit my deepest parts. Now, you give each of my legs a little kick to spread them; I catch the hint and open my legs wide for you. I am gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, and now you can sheath yourself to the hilt with your pulsating cock. I groan as you bottom out and give me a few more deep, forceful thrusts; it feels like you are probing to see if I can stretch any farther to take your cock. You pause with your cock buried fully inside me, consuming every inch of my pussy for yourself while I use the break to catch my breath. You know I am ready to fuck again when I begin rolling my hips and fucking myself on your cock. You start again, matching my rhythm with slow, passionate strokes; the anger seems to fade. My huge tits bounce and jiggle with our fucking; I gasp as you lean forward to grab them, one in each hand. I feel your chest against my back as you grope and squeeze my tits. I moan and fuck back faster as you pinch my nipples. I love this feeling of closeness and fullness. Still, I can tell that hunching over my back is uncomfortable for you, so I control my panting enough to gasp.

"Let me stand up, sugar. Help me stand up."

I try to turn my head to kiss you but cannot reach you, so I twist my body halfway and hook one arm behind your neck. I kiss you passionately while you continue to stuff my hungry cunt full of cock. You lift one of my legs, placing it in the crook of your arm just below my knee to support me, spreading me wide open and impaling me on your full length. Your free hand works on my swollen clit, and I toss my head back in ecstasy. Pussy juice flows down my thighs and over your hand. I do not care if I am loud. I do not care if the people in the next room hear me scream. I do not care if they kick us out of the apartment or arrest us for causing a public nuisance. I howl loud enough that every woman in the city hears and wishes she was in my place getting her cunt fucked.

The orgasm is a big, toe-curling one and an earthquake that starts in the deepest part of my cunt and rocks through my whole body, leaving my legs trembling. I can tell that you feel it too since you stop moving. You must be close; this climax might set you off if you do not hold still. With my limbs quivering, I cannot stand up anymore, so I try to plant my hand on the wall, but unsteady as I am, I slip. You manage to ease a hand between my wobbly legs and slow my fall enough not to hurt myself, but I still fall to the floor. You ride me down, your cock never slipping out of my slick cunt. As I calm down, I can tell that you're close to cumming by the sound of your raspy breathing. I'm amazed you've lasted this long.

I am now on my knees with my face on the rug and my ass high in the air. I cannot move very well in this position, and you have got me pinned, but you are grunting. You are holding as still as possible inside me so I can tell I have you where I want you and where you want to be. You will cum for me soon; I must push you over the edge.

"Fuck me, sugar. Give me your cum! Give your little fucking slut her cum!"

That was all the encouragement you needed to cut loose. Directly above me, and you begin fucking straight down into my cunt. Your strokes are fast and deep as you bash me like a jackhammer. I spur you on by wiggling my ass, rolling my hips, and squeezing my cunt around your girth as I try to milk the cum out of your swollen prick. I want to cum one last time, so I work my clit furiously with one hand while I play with my nipple with the other. I want to cum with you, and I can tell I need to cum quickly.

You hit the point of no return a second before me and pull out to shoot your load on me. My orgasm follows as I feel your hot seed spatter in my hungry pussy, and then you pull out, shooting another load of cum across my back and ass, running down the curve of my bare ass.

You seem spent when you pull your softening cock from my ravaged fuck-hole. I stretch out on the floor and smile contentedly as you lie on the couch. I could go to the bedroom now, but I see your soft cock still glistening with the juices of our fucking. It would not be suitable for me to leave just after making such a mess of such a beautiful cock, would it?

I crawl to the couch on hands and knees and take you into my mouth, my tongue circling your cock as I lick you clean. As I lick and suck on your balls, I take your soft cock in my hand. I glimpse at your face, and you look satisfied, but your awakening prick in my hand tells me a different story. I could go to bed now, but your cock is hardening in my mouth. In addition, after a fuck like that, I would hate myself if I did not try for another one.

The argument has passed, but the sex has not.