Thread: We Meet Again (AndNich123 & Adam)

Mmm, I like it when you say my name, bitch. he said imitating a bad porn actor, and then laughed at his own joke. But it was no lie - much to his surprise, he noticed that every time he heard her desperate, parched voice scream his name his cock grew stiffer in his pants. Had he not been so caught in the moment, absorbed by the rhythmical beating of her ass, the beautiful sobbing sounds she made, the music, everything, he might have stopped to reflect at that strange fact and thought about what it meant, what it said about him. But his heart was beating heavy and his blood was rushing with adrenaline every time he let the long leather belt impact on her striped ass this was no time for solemn reflections. Then it struck him. Had he not just thought about her tears as something beautiful? In the sense he would think of a majestic landscape or a piece of art as beautiful? The sudden realization caused him to miss one beat with the belt, as he stood there frozen for a short second while his mind tried to figure out what this all meant. It did not take him long, though, to understand that the exercise was useless, and he compensated for the missed beat by bringing down the belt extra hard on her the next time. After what felt just like a few seconds, but after inspecting her red ass he realized it must have been minutes, he stopped the whipping and lifted his foot from her face. A red boot mark was clearly visible, he could almost make out the pattern of his sole on her skin. Crying already? he asked as he looked down at her roughed up face and her tearful bambi eyes. I thought that you were suppose to do that in the shower once you got back home, not in front of the customer. He got down on his knees, straddling her with one leg on each side of her body. With strong hands he grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms together behind her back. Holding her wrists together with one hand, he spun the belt around her arms, just below her elbows, with the other. Then he tightened the belt, forcing her to push her shoulders painfully far back as he pulled the belt to force a few more holes through the loop before he closed it. You are supposed to smile like an eager little harlot and moan like a porn star, not cry like some pathetic wimp. He leaned forward over her, and when his amused face was above her devastated one he cleared his throat to gather saliva in his mouth, and then spat a big gob right on her face. The warm fluid splashed on her chin, some of it clogging her eye. Didn't your pimp teach you that, huh? Or all those boys you dated back in school? He got up again, and pulled the loose end of the belt to force her up on her feet again. Then he grabbed her around the neck from behind, his thick fingers pressing on the sides of her throat as he forced her to bow forward. In that awkward position he started to lead her behind him, with her slutty small panties around her ankles, through the room towards the bathroom door. Like the captain of the football team, for instance. he continued. Or everyone else in the football team as well for that matter... Lets face it, you dropped your wet panties for almost anyone who was hunk enough to get your primordial mating instinct going. Didn't all these guys teach you to smile, beg and moan like a bitch while they fucked you? And say thank you afterwards? His anger fueled the insults, and the insult he kept throwing at the poor girl he had in his tight grip just fueled his anger. And the more worked up he got, the tighter his grip became. Can you do that for me, Tess? For old times sake? Put on a smile on those cock sucker lips and beg me to fuck you like the filthy cum rag you are!