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

Dakotas cried out, her hips hitting the desk with bruising force, body plastered to the desk as he held her down and plowed back into her. Soft whimpering gasps escaped her as he positioned her exactly how he wanted her. Micheal's thick cock felt even bigger when he slid back in, fast and deep. The table pressing on her lower stomach ensuring that her insides were getting an even harder fucking then when he had her pinned to the wall. His fingers knotted in her hair, pulling so tight her scalp burned. Pressing her down flat, her breasts painfully crushed down on the solid wood. When he slammed into her, Dakotas sheath clamped down on the fat length of his throbbing cock, every time he jerked her forward into the desks edge. Her slit was red and swollen, her sore clit crushed and throbbing, ground into the unforgiving surface. She couldnt believe when the painful sensation just provoked another flood of heat to drip from her violated pussy. Her scalp was stinging, Michael's fist knotted in her platinum strands, squeezing and holding her completely immobilized. She could feel his other hand so tight on her ass that Dakota was sure she would have his finger marks on her for days after tonight. Her hands gripped the opposite edge of the table top, knuckles white with strain, trying to push back, to relieve the pressure of being crushed between him and the desk while he plummeted into her aching cavern over and over, wet sucking sounds filling the room to blend in with her gasping cries of pain and need. Laying over her, his body slick and burning hot, he slowed for a moment...telling her in the round about way he did for the audience, that if she didnt make sure he was cumming with in the count of fifty he was going to fuck her ass. Dakotas heart stopped, there was no way she could take him that way! He practically tore her pussy apart, his massive dick would destroy her puckered little asshole. She had never taken a cock in that hole, hell, she had never even let anyone tease or finger her there. Shaking her head negatively at the idea...she tried to look over her shoulder hoping he didnt really mean it, that he was just playing to the listeners. His fingers just tightened, pulling her hair harder as he held her down. Her cheek pressed tight to the desk and her breath hissing through her teeth, she could practically hear the self satisfied sneer in Michaels voice. His finger teased over the tiny hole he was threatening her with and she stopped breathing, her spine stiffening up like a post. She was still slick there from when he ground his cum coated shaft in the crease between her cheeks. Every muscle in her body tightened, so nervous she was lightheaded, when he chuckled at her reaction. He moved a finger width from the tense star and than ordered her to start counting, to make him cum. Fuckkk...yes...yes Michael, you do turn me on...unnnhhh god...so much! she was rambling, trying to focus, she had to make sure he came! Any of the listeners Im sure would.mmmm...oh yesss.they would... feel the same if they met you She was desperately thinking about how she could make him lose the iron tight control he was currently proving he had in spades. She needed to do anything she could think of, without losing the precarious grip she had on her concentration. He pulled back his hips then drove forward, punishingly packing her little cunt with his slick covered tool, rock hard and unrelenting. With one hand, she reached back and gripped his ass, when next he pulled back to slam into her, Dakotas sharp nails dug in and she scratched red trails of fire over his ass while she cried out One!!! She heard him growling, the deep baritone sound travelling through her body, a shiver of lust sending goosebumps all over her skin. She wasnt going to be able to move, trapped under him the way she was. Dakota was going to have to try something else, her broken voice, gasps of sharp pain and moans of needful desire slipping from her lips, a new number counted out every third stroke or so. Two!!! Oh my god Michael...I ca...can almost feel your thick rod spliting my pussy open...fuc...your fat mushroomed head, lodging so deep, hurting me..Three!! Hurting...but god.feels so good..would...would feel so good to have your cock in my needy cunt..oh Fuuuuck!! Four!! breathless and panting, Michael pounded brutally into her hard and fast a few times...completely stealing her ability to think let alone count, sobbing, the pleasure an overwhelming ache deep inside her center. She had to do this. F..Five!! uhhnnn...Id tell him...tell him I was...oh god stuttering, fumbling on her words, the steel cock inside her grinding along every inflamed nerve hidden deep Six...tell him, hope much...how much I need.argg...need his thick cum...Michael!! I need his thick hot cum...filling my...my...yess oh god fuck meSeven!! I need his cum...filling me...overflowing from my tight little hole her toes barely touched the floor as he slammed up into her. His hands left her hair to grip both sides of her hips. Using his hands to pull her back into his unrelenting fucking. Eight!! I want his cum Michael. Need to feel it dripping...fuckk..dipping down my inner thighs...Nine!! He needs to ...to fill my stretched little pink cunt...I need his hot seed...oh my god...hurts..please dont...dont stop...Ten!!! Oh god Michael...I need him to fuck me little a little whore...like a little fucktoy...here ...ahh please!! Here...just...just to please him! A movement caught Dakotas eye, bringing back her focus. She noticed the shadows through the smokey glass around the office. Humiliation at what she was doing flared through her body. She couldnt believe it had gone this far, but she didnt know if she could stop. She craved what he was doing, so much so that it was almost worth the humiliation of how it was happening. She was trembling, her clit so swollen it was exposed from its protective little hood. Rubbing directly on the now slippery desk surface. Elevenshe whispered as he continued to drive in and out of her body. Ir felt as if he grew even larger, I cant...oh fgod...so close...I need to..yes...fuck me..just like that..just a little slut, please..just a little...fuckk..twelve...twelve...just a little more..needto cum...ohfuckme her words running together, mindless as the fiery heat started to burn, an inferno on the fringe of sending her into another orgasm. Dont stop...please..yesss she tried to roll her hips, squeezing and relaxing her inner muscles over and over, trying to milk the cum from the balls slapping at her pussy lips. She wanted to cum again, wanted Michael to cum inside her quivering little whore cunt.