All characters in this story are 18 or older, and the author does not in any way condone non-consensual sex. This story is fiction and contains, rough anal, pain, humiliation and degradation, ass to mouth, and rough oral; if you don't like these themes, please do not read or rate it. This work is purely fantasy, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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"You're a fucking pig," she glared up at me with her beautiful, dark eyes as I turned off the touchscreen and placed it on the table behind me. I shrugged and returned her glare with cruel deadpan, my mind already made up, and her mind racing as she struggled to find an escape route, mentally and possibly physically. She had surprised me with her dedication to her boyfriend, accepting all my terms and even coming prepared for her initiation tonight. You see, being a cosplay photographer at conventions has its perks, but the perks don't really come out as anything more than a stocked cosplay spankbank and occasional fuck... unless... you catch one of the hottest bobbing up and down on some random guys dick behind a curtain at a con and have your camera ready to take some pics. As luck would have it, her boyfriend would not be terribly happy if he was privy to the pics, and her current scheduled life with him might end abruptly. So here she was sitting in my pristine white living room, dressed in a long, black leather coat, white stockings peeking out from beneath it and plunging down her legs to matching 3 inch stiletto heels. Her body language belied her concern for what I had planned for her, but her outfit spoke a lot more towards wanting to keep her relationship intact.
"Why don't we just skip the pleasantries and get you out of that coat? Let's see what kind of cute number you wore today." I'd seen this girl in tons of sexy little outfits, from the unrealistic expectations of anime clothing, to the lingerie shoots, and a few semi-nude shoots she teased her fans with. Hell, I'd even been her photographer for some of the sets. And now, I was about to destroy that sexy, mysterious face and drag her body and mind through the hell that was my twisted perversion.
In a dejected huff, she stood up and unbuttoned the coat unceremoniously, revealing a white lace corset bra and thin g-string pulled taught right above her hips, contrasting her dark sleeve tattoo and providing a facade of innocence. Glancing down, I could make out the outline of her sex through the thin white material and maybe the tiniest hint of moisture sticking to the material. I was impressed; this girl was ready the minute she walked through the door, but the real test of what she could handle was still ahead of her.
"Why don't you stand up show me that beautiful ass of yours?" I leaned back on the sofa but my eyes never left her body as she slowly turned around, the jacket at her feet. The tiniest strip of white fabric disappeared down between her asscheeks before reappearing to try to conceal her pussy lips. Even though her ass was much fuller compared to most women I fucked, I couldn't find a trace of cellulite on her ass or thighs as I scanned her backside. The round globes reflected light perfectly, contrary to claims of her ass being photoshopped most of the time.
"Bend over, jiggle that ass a bit, show me a good time, hon. The sooner I cum on that pretty face of yours, the sooner you get to leave." It was important to give her some hope, first, because I didn't care to lay pipe in dead fish, but also because it was much more enjoyable watching them realize their predicament, usually around the time their ass cheeks begin to part around my cock.
She turned to look back at me with her pouty face and quietly murmured, "Fuck you," but complied and reached back to make a shelf for her ass with each hand. Her perfect globes just made her waist and back look even smaller as she tilted forward a little to push her ass out. Her hands began to shake her ass up and down, hypnotizing me as they oscillated up and down in perfectly damped motion, the white stockings straining to stay high on her thighs. She bent over slowly, keep her back and legs straight, and between her legs I could see her breasts struggling to stay in the bra. I stood up quickly from the couch and cupped her pussy between her legs, startling her. She cried out and stumbled forward in the stilettos, but I was ready, my other hand already wrapping itself in a fistful of her raven hair. Between her pussy and makeshift ponytail I broke her fall, and she hissed as she was left hanging off balance by her head and pussy.
"Careful there, Kat! Can't be damaging the goods before we've even started." She slowly regained her balance as I lifted her by her hair back onto her heels. The fact that her pussy lips were wet did not escape my notice and I gave it a few soft strokes as I released her hair and mound. The faintest of moans escaped her lips and I sat back down, satisfied.
"Where does Matt think you are, Kat? Surely you had a great story, rather than 'I'm off to save our relationship'."
She turned to face me, her pouty red lips depressed and her eyes cast down at the floor between her silken legs. "He's at work."
"Hah! You love him, don't you?" I prodded, slowly laying out the roadmap for her inevitable oral destruction.
"Yes! I love him very much. That's the ONLY reason I would ever set foot in this fucking house again!" Her eyes flashed as she glared up at me again, her tits pushed forward in a defiant stance as she motioned towards the living room and couch I sat on.
"Tell you what Kat, I'm so touched... so moved by your love for Matt, that I'm going to cut you a deal. I know I mentioned a lot more in the texts, but if you can make me cum with your mouth in under 5 minutes, you walk out of here. You give me the same service you gave that random guy, I delete the pictures, you pick up your jacket and dignity and walk right out that door. In this case, maybe two wrongs can make a right." I chuckled and spread my legs on the couch, showing her the space she'd be acquainted with over the next 5 minutes.
She licked her lips, I assume at the prospect of an out, but her eyes narrowed. "You promise?"
"Promise! Here, I'll even record my terms." Pulling my cellphone from my pocket, I started up video of my face and announced, "I, Marcus Cetan, do promise that I will delete every picture I have in my possession of Katyuska Naru," I swapped the camera to her, standing awkwardly in the center of my living room, her white lingerie and pale skin matching the plush surroundings, "IF Katyuska Naru can make me cum in under 5 minutes from her mouth."
I watched her face closely and she gave a tiny smile, clearly unaware of the six other camera's hidden throughout the room that would be capturing the entirety of her debasement. I had been in this business for years, for fucks sake. And a beauty like this, in the circumstances she was in, this didn't happen in a lifetime. I looked at her expectantly, the camera locked on her face.
"I, Katyuska, agree to these terms!" She giggled and jumped up and down clapping as this new door that had miraculously opened for her. I finished recording and displayed a timer on the phone starting at 5 minutes.
"Take off your pants first." She came closer and began kneeling in between my legs, eager to begin. I could see in her eyes the plan she'd concocted; she knew I was entranced by her beauty, she knew her oral skills, and with those two things combined she would be on her way home in no time, this disruption about to be tucked away forever behind her.
Unfortunately for her, a little bit of sexual research and chemistry was about to destroy all that. Over the years, in an effort to enhance my sexual experiences, I'd found a certain prescribed painkiller could make me last significantly longer, the downside being it sometimes became difficult to keep it up. But, combined with a reduced dose of a prescribed ED medication... I'd found a way to keep plowing girls as long as I'd like (typically longer than they liked), with an ability to ejaculate almost at will when I wanted to be done. Anything less than the right combination of mental imagery in my head combined with the appropriate degradation of my victim, and my cock could be an insatiable and unstoppable tool of destruction. Many assholes had fallen victim to its endless hunger, ending their lifetimes as tight little rosebuds and beginning their life forward as properly gaped tushies.
Undoing my belt and standing up, I forced her back onto her heels in a kneeling position and dropped my slacks, my crotch now inches from her face. My cock was already hard from the drugs and hung tightly in my black boxer briefs, its own weight helping keep it from standing at attention. I smirked as her eyes grew wide at the size of my cock; I wasn't a pornstar, but my girth and length could hold its own when compared with some of the scenes I'd watched.