Big Book of Smut
pinching pain as he enters my cunt. “Mr. Walker, it hurts...”
    I don’t know how much of him I’ve taken, but I there can’t be much more. It’s like I have a foot of cock in my pussy.
    He strokes my arms, hands skimming my skin. “Shh, sweetheart. It’s going to get so much better. Easy, baby.” A little more of his cock slides inside and I whimper, shift. “Want me to stop?”
    One of his hands slips between my legs, flicks my clit and I moan, wiggle for an entirely different reason. “Oh.” He does it again, harder this time, flexes his hips while toying with the nub. “Ohh...” I purr, back in this again. “No, don’t stop, Mr. Walker. It hurts, but that feels so good.”
    A smile splits his lips, full of male, cocky, satisfaction. “Maybe you like having a cock in your cunt?”
    I nod, because now that the initial stretching pain is gone, my pussy is in heaven. “Oh, yes, Mr. Walker. I want you dick in my pussy. Fuck me, please?” I nibble my lower lip and he presses my clit. “Please, Mr. Walker, please!”
    I’m begging, but I don’t care. I want whatever he’ll show me.
    He goes back to filling me, giving me shallow thrusts, in and out, more and more of his dick spreading me wide. He’s huffing and puffing, sweat beading his brow, while he tries to give me what I want.
    God, do I want.
    It feels like hours, but it can’t be more than seconds later, his balls are resting against my ass, dick fully inside me.
    “Oh, fuck, baby. Your cunt is so tight. The perfect pussy.” He retreats a bit and then shoves forward again, forcing a shudder down my spine. Shit, his cock is touching those places his fingers had been toying with, making my arousal flare bright once again.
    He does it again, out and then back in. At first, it’s in tiny increments, small shifts of his hips and before long, I’m aching for more.
    Much more.
    “Mr. Walker, it feels so good, makes me so hot.” He’s rubbing my clit in tiny circles, round and round, forcing my pussy to clench and tighten around him in response. “Will you make me come, Mr. Walker? I want it so bad.” I’m breathless, moving in time with him, pinching my nipples and tugging on my breasts, savoring the bit of pain.
    “Yeah? Want to come on my dick?” He pulls out and slams forward, yanking a gasp from within my chest. “The dirty slut wants to come?”
    I’m breathing hard, working to meet his thrusts. “Oh, yes, Mr. Walker. Your dirty whore wants to come all over you.” The head of his prick strokes that sweet spot inside me and I gasp and moan, eyes drifting closed for a moment. “Harder. Please, harder. Feels so good.”
    He withdraws and then shoves his way back into my cunt once again. “Harder? You want more, little virgin slut? Want me to tear this cunt up?”
    Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...He does it again, out and then a slam home, whole body shaking with the force. “Yes, please, yes.” Mr. Walker puts one arm around my waist and the other beneath my ass and hoists me from the counter. I squeak and wrap my legs around him, shudder at the sensation of him sinking into me even deeper. “God, don’t stop. Fuck me, Mr. Walker.”
    “Oh, I’m going to, baby. This dirty slut is going to get fucked just like she wants.” I cling to him while he walks, just a handful of steps before he lowers me to the bed, the soft comforter beneath my back while he looms over me. “Ready, baby?”
    I can do nothing but nod. By the time he’s got the words out, his hips are moving. He starts slow at first, one hand on my hip and the other gripping my shoulder. My pussy is at the perfect level for him now and it’s only moments before he picks up the pace.
    Oh, shit.
    The nice and slow morphs into a hard hammering of his cock in and out of my pussy, slam, slam, slam. The only sound in the room is the echo of flesh meeting flesh, over and over again, our breathing mingling in here and there.
    “Fuck, yes, fuck me, Mr. Walker. Fuck my pussy.” I

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