Thread: Radio Ravage! (Jack Stalker and Whispered Secret)

Hammering her up against the wall. That is where Michael figured he should have put Dakota as soon as she entered the broadcast area. The interview had gotten him so fucking hard and frenzied that he was straining not to just unload in her viciously tight cunt right now. That sort of thing wouldn't do though, she had to be fucked long, hard and properly, she had to feel him right to the balls with every fucking stroke, had to come screaming when he was ready to flood her out. He gritted his teeth, clenching them as he shifted his hands to her hips, nails scratching red trails along her flesh as his slick shaft drilled back and forth in her cunt. Looking into her eyes he could see the effect his brutal invasion of her tiny slit was having, and she could see the wild uncompromising and merciless lust that was driving his every stroke into her tight gash. every so often a growling gasp or a deep throated groan escaped his lips as his cock fought to pierce deep into her narrow slot, defiling her almost virgin tight cunt with his massive rod. His thick shaft stretched apart the folds of her quim and the glistening head desecrated the untouched depths of her vaginal tract as he imagined himself driving into her far deeper than any man she might have fucked before. His hips strained and his muscles grew taut and tense, as he battled to cram himself into her harder, faster and deeper. Steady thumping sounds began to resonate through him and the room, as his thrusts thudded her back into the wall, scuffing and marking up her dress as his hands slid to her ass and drew lines across its cheeks with his cruelly gripping fingers. His lips parted and gasps of pleasure slipped free as his cock feasted n her hot wet insides. He pulled back until his fat cock head was splaying apart her entrance with its girth, fuck juice spilling out to streak her thighs and soak her legs, before he pushed back into her. His enormous rod showed no weakness and no slacking as it was driven hard into her body. He felt her nails tracing against his shoulders through his shirt, leaning into claim her lips for a moment as she did so, his tongue slashing into her mouth his lips shifting to trap hers, tugging them before release, before allowing her to speak. He settled into a pounding rhythm, steady, faltering only when he needed to grip her ass tighter or shift to get a better footing. Virgin tight, that's what you would be like Dakota, as tight as a fucking virgin, except that instead of bleeding all over a mans cock when he fucked you open, you would soak his cock with your filthy fuck juice, smother his cock with your dripping cunt so he could do you deeper than ever. I'm right aren't I you little bitch. You're going to make a career out of being a slut now aren't you? Your innocent 'Disney' days are over, now you're going to cut loose and show people what a whore you can be, in private and in public. he hissed, speculating, imagining predicting as his cock seared a path through her innards. When he felt her trying to unbutton his shirt he moved his hands to it, tugging it open and then grasping her small wrists, pushing her hands against his solid chest before returning them to her flesh. One went immediately to her ass and the other slid along her hip as she raised her leg. His position took her off the floor entirely now, her other foot left to dangle as he pounded into her. Yesss... I imagine that you would be clamping down like a fist on some bastards cock, you're such a horny little bitch, but it wouldn't be your pussy he would be fucking, now would it? You aren't some delicate little flower any more Dakota, you're a hot little slut with a hungry cunt that needs to be fucked, not a princess with petals which need to be parted. No, you're a whore who wants her filthy fuck hole, her soaking snatch, her nasty quim to get hammered. Her vunt to get the fucking she knows it needs. he grunted, sliding her along the wall sideways to the edge of a cabinet. The metal started to rattle and bang against the wall immediately as his cock drilled into her. His engorged member sawed back and forth in her sucking cunny, sending spluttering globules of their liquid sin splattering to the wall and floor as his rod pierced into her and hollowed out her gash. His expression shifted to one of sheer wild animalistic lust, as he began a feverish pace of fucking which delivered deep intrusive penetrations. he felt her start to come again and pounded into her regardless, fucking her through her orgasm feeing her hot wet cunt bathe his cock with her filthy juices as he fucked her. Another orgasm Dakota? So soon? You need to do better than that! The listeners want a proper show, not a simple climax so soon after your first. You'll have to try again. Lets try this with you bent over something, to give the acoustics that authentic sound, shall we? he suggested, lifting her away from the wall he carried her over to the desk he had been using, sweeping a few things from it to the floor as he set her down. He pulled out of her, turning her around with a few rough movements of his hands, bending her forwards and slamming her tits down on the table, compressing her nipples as he stood behind her, kicking her ankles wide and shoving her dress up about her waist. His cock dripped secretions across her ass, before he slapped it down in the crease between her buttocks and slid it down to her cunt, driving straight back into her quivering orgasm wrecked fuck hole a moment later with a grunt and a hiss. Imagine he's not satisfied. Imagine the bastard you are fucking wants more, imagine he bends you over a table and starts to fuck you from behind. That won't be enough though. It's going to take you coming on his cock by pushing yourself back onto it to make him come. he grunted. And he'd likely give you an ultimatum. Make him come in your tight young cunt, make him flood out your wicked little snatch until his seed was dripping out of you... otherwise if your cunt couldn't do it by count of say fifty, well, he'd have to fuck you in the ass wouldn't he Dakota? he grinned, wrapping a fist in her hair he pushed her head down, drilling into her with a brutal pressure that crammed her mound against the table edge and compressed her clit into the oak surface as his cock tented her mound with each thrust into her tiny frame. He gave her the entire length with each stroke, leaving a frothing build up of foam to gather about her cunt lips as he defiled her at will. Start counting bitch. Fuck him. Fuck him like it was me you were fucking. The listeners must know by now how fucking turned on you are by me, it's almost like you're actually fucking me right now, isn't it?