Welcome to Hell.

[Britwitch]

"Very good. Then come with me, slut."

She followed obediently, eagerly almost. Leant forward slightly thanks to the constant pull on the belt around her neck. Spying their destination and noting his lack of dress in almost the same instant. Wondering what exactly he wished from her now.

He settled himself and tugged her nearer, fingers on her chin lifting her gaze from where it was almost fixed on the sight of him - hard, throbbing and shining slightly in the light - to his face.

"Suck me clean, every last drop... and then you can have what you want. Can you do that, my plaything?"

She nods quickly, tongue already snaking out to moisten lips.

"Oh yes, yes I can. Thank you..."

She murmurs, already trying to lean down, bring her mouth closer, lips parting, desperate to taste him, to feel him in her mouth.

It won't be the same as feeling him buried deep inside her all too needy sex, she knows that, but it would feel good, damn good. And she would make certain he thought the same.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Mm. So eager. I like it."

He released the belt, his hand moving to a full, round breast, catching and teasing the nipple for a moment once again, just a little enticement to keep her ready and wanting and needing. His hand fell away from her chin as well, and as he released the stiff bud of her nipple he straightened up, his hands moving to the back of the couch on either side of him, and he watched her silently, waiting.

 

[Britwitch]

"Mm. So eager. I like it."

She looked up into his eyes as he toyed with her nipple, a flash of something animal, something purely lustful, shining in their depths as he did so. As soon as he released her breast and the belt she moved to kneel between his legs, knees resting on the cushion of the couch, hands just before her as her mouth lowered to capture the head of him between her lips.

She sucked. Long. Slow. Not too hard. Not yet.
A sweep of her tongue across him, dipping into that little indentation, to gather her taste mingled with his.

Her eyes closed slightly as she drew him a fraction deeper and a groan escaped around him.
Mouth suckling, tongue stroking, lips caressing, as slowly but surely she took him deeper and deeper. between her lips.

Another sigh. Another inch disappearing into her mouth. Another increase in the pressure around him.

He was right, she was eager. Eager to taste. Eager to please. Eager to impress. Eager to be the slut she was only too willing to be for him.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

As her lips encircled him, an engorged head sensitive and needing of attention, his own lips pulled in, pressed to a tight white line, his teeth pressing down on the inside of both almsot as if trying to bite them simultaneously. Lids fell, eyes half-closing as her tongue moved against him. Fingers curled, gripped the back of the couch tighter as she descended, took more of him, cast more fuel onto the fire of his arousal. Knuckles grew white almost without him realizing it.

He might think, later, that a marching band could've walked through the room in this moment and he wouldn't have taken notice of them. The sounds from deeper below, the heat in the room, all fell to the background as his attention focused intently and solely on her and her mouth on him.

His chest rose as a full and shuddering breath was drawn in, held for a moment, teeth tight against his lips, and then at last it was released in a low groan, lips parting to allow a single, lone word to float on it.

"Fuck..."

 

[Britwitch]

"Fuck..."

It was all the encouragement she needed. That one word. The way in which it reached her ears. The tone. The tightness.

She sucked a little harder, her mouth watering, making everything slicker, easier.
Her head bobbed up and down between his thighs.
Breathing quickly through her nose as she took him as deeply as she could.

Her tongue pressed flat against him time and again. Once or twice she removed her mouth almost entirely from upon him just to focus for a moment or two on the tip. Suckling it gently, tongue stroking and fondling, running around the edge again and again.

Then, with a sparkle in her eyes that he couldn't see, she did remove her mouth. Just letting hot breath dance across his shaft. Lips curling into a mischievous smile as she teased him for a second or two, lowering her mouth so that it hovered around him. So that he would feel the heat of it but not experience the moisture, the tightness. Not until she lowered it.

She knew it could well backfire, could well mean she suffered before she got what she was waiting for. What she was wanting so badly. But it would be worth it...in the end...

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His eyes rolled behind half-closed lids, for the first time allowing his gaze to leave her since she'd first taken him between her lips. Once it did he let his head tip back, mouth open as he cast a low moan into the air, pulled from him by her moving, sucking mouth. She was good, of that there was no question, and he would've almost been content to let her continue until she was swallowing, perhaps with a bit of struggle, the results of the meeting of her mouth and his cock. Almost.

Eyes squeezed closed, brow furrowed when she focused on the end of him... or the beginning, depending on your perspective... and another moan, louder than the last, tumbled from his lips. Keeping quiet was never an easy feat for him.

And then it was gone. The heat was still there, he knew she was still close by the wash of her breath over sensitive and aroused flesh, but the wetness, the pressure, the agonizing and sweet movement of lips and tongue, all were gone. Opening his eyes, his head tilted forward, and he couldn't help but to grin as his eyes confirmed what he already knew: she was teasing him.

She didn't get the chance to take him back in her mouth, though. Fingers were in her hair in an instant, gripping and pulling, lifting her so he could look into her face. A half grin was still on his face, an amused look alive in his eyes, and he shook his head, once. Turning his body, he moved behind the couch and gripped the dangling belt, pulling her forward as he did. The belt was wound, again and again, around his palm until his hand was against her neck, his grip tight and, combined with the hold in her hair, his control of her head full.

It was with this that he pulled her down so her chin nearly rested where he sat moments before, and he moved forward again, pushing to reclaim her mouth in one full, deep stroke.

 

[Britwitch]

She was just about to lower her mouth when strong fingers wound into her hair and stopped her from doing anything of her own free will. A simple pull and her eyes met his. She could see he wasn't angry, per se, but she had done something he hadn't told her to do and for that, she knew, there would be consequences.

He moved away, standing, wrapping his free hand in the belt until it was uncomfortably tight around her neck and his hand was almost against it.

Guiding her, moving her, pulling her until she was on her hands and knees upon the couch, head bent down towards the back of the couch where he had been only moments before. She barely had time to snatch a breath before his hands held her firmly in place and his hips pushed forward to refill her mouth.

Inch after inch of hard, throbbing flesh was stuffed between her lips. Deeper and deeper without pause. Her eyes widened as she fought to relax her mouth, her throat. Sensing what was likely to come. Expecting it almost. Wanting to be ready...

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

There was no stopping. The pleasure he derived from this was almost more from pushing her, knowing she would quickly be struggling to take him, finding it harder to breath, fighting back a gag reflex and the tears that often came with it, than it was from the reality of her mouth on him again.

He had not told her to stop, had not as much as hinted at it, and yet there she had been, mouth hovering over him, teasing him when she had not been given license to do so. So, the choice had to be taken away. If she was going to be bad, she was going to be treated badly.

So he pushed forward. His cock was steel wrapped in velvet, somehow both soft and hard, and the widening of her eyes only urged him on. Pushing until he was deep, past her tongue and into her throat. Pushing until her nose was buried in the thatch of hair at the base. Pushing until heavy balls met her chin. Pushing until she would not physically take another centimeter of him past her lips, carefree of her body's attempt to force him out, almost hoping for the watering of eyes and falling of tears that may follow it.

There was no stopping.

 

[Britwitch]

She tried not to struggle, not to fight against the iron like grip in her hair and at her throat. Fingers curled into the cushions at her knees. Eyes wide, tears pricking the backs as his cock poked into her throat. Her tongue pushed up against him as he drove incessantly into her mouth.

She'd brought it on herself, she knew she had, this was punishment for stalling, for pausing. For trying to tease. She heard herself hacking slightly as the head forced into her throat until there was no more cock to come.

Her mouth, her throat, tight around him. Around his shaft. Eyes watering now, the first droplet leaking and trailing down her cheek. Eyes that were fixed on his face, her mouth stretched wide around the base of him. Face growing more and more flushed the longer he remained deep inside her mouth.

Knowing that even when he withdrew it wouldn't be for long. That he would return to this position, this depth, again...and again...

And she would let him.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He was at the end, his eyes on hers and her mouth stretched lewdly around the base of his cock, and he held himself there. Forcing her to adjust to it, or suffer. Forcing her to quell any panic that may rise up in her chest, or be washed away by it.

It was moments, precious ticking seconds that drained away, before he finally relented and pulled back, sliding from her mouth in one swift motion, but holding her still as she was allowed to embrace the ability to breathe freely again. Bending, he lowered his face close to hers, his voice rising only to cut through any gasps she may make.

"I told you I'd take it easy on you, and now you'll see I meant it. But there is a limit. The next time you do something like that, though, I won't be back in your mouth." He paused, a hint of a menacing grin playing on his lips. "And not in your slick little cunt, either."

He said no more, releasing her hair and unwinding the belt from his hand and to let it dangle over the back of the couch. Moving behind her, his hand stung with the sudden smack he left on her ass - there was, in truth, no reason for it except having her bent and exposed to him as she was, it was much too tempting to resist - and then he was inside her again, taking her, filling her, but unlike the last time it was a full and forceful thrust, once more sheathing himself fully inside her.

 

[Britwitch]

She drew in a deep, shuddering breath as he finally withdrew and allowed her to breathe. Strings of saliva dripping down her chin as she fought to calm her heart rate which had started to race moments before he pulled out of her throat.

"I told you I'd take it easy on you, and now you'll see I meant it. But there is a limit. The next time you do something like that, though, I won't be back in your mouth...and not in your slick little cunt, either."

She shivered. Actually shivered in spite of the hot air. Felt her stomach jolt at the idea of what he was saying. She nodded slightly, showing her understanding. Not that she needed to. Understand or not, misbehave and her understanding would be irrelevant.

He moved away and let go of her head. She yelped at the sudden, unexpected, smack to her upturned rear but then another sound left her lips. A long, low, wanton growl as he pushed back inside, hard.

Pounding the full length of him straight into her pussy and ensuring every inch was sheathed inside her waiting warmth almost instantly. Her back arched, pushing her rear higher, inviting deeper...if it even possible, her head flipped back, sending dark hair spilling across her back.

"Oh...fuck..."

She groaned lustily.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Mmm.... hmm."

His own voice mingled with hers as he held himself inside her, reveling for a moment in the feel of her heat and her wetness. The way her body responded to him. Palms flat, fingers extended, he moved over curve of her bent body, slowly up, around, stopping at last at her hips. There his fingers bent, dug into firm flesh, gripped tightly.

At least, he was moving within her in earnest. No teasing her with a little and then leaving her again, no slow deep strokes. Their bodies met in a sudden, hard rhythm, his balls heavy with need as they land again and again, in rapid fire succession, a new and carnal sound added to those already in the room around them.

 

[Britwitch]

Again and again. Hard and sure and steady. Every time he filled her he drove another, louder than the previous, cry from her permanently parted lips.
It felt dirty and lewd and wonderful and just as she hoped it would.

She dropped to her elbows, pushing her rear higher still, allowing him access to her deepest depths. Breasts shuddering beneath her.

"Oh...oh yes...oh thank you...oh fuck, yes..."

Over and over she thanked him desperately. Tight muscles clenching greedily around him, wetness easing his passage, her body doing everything it could to get him deeper...always deeper.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Despite the exertion, despite the electric pleasure that the slick, tight walls of her pussy sent through seemingly every nerve ending in his body, he couldn't help the flash of a grin on his lips as she thanked him, repeatedly, over and over, nearly with his every full and deep thrust. It was undeniably arousing, and only made him want more from her.

His body continued to move, an established pace that was easy to fall into and even easier to stay in now that he was once more inside her. One hand, though, lifted from where he gripped her hip, and a sharp and significantly less-than-gentle spank was delivered again. With the same hand he reached forward, a grip on the hair newly flipped onto her back, keeping her arched and using it to pull her back against him. Through occasionally clenched teeth and the moans her body drew from him, his voice joined her.

"Is this how the slut likes it? In the middle of a room anyone can walk into and see you, bent over and fucked like a desperate, needy whore? Is that what you wanted?"

 

[Britwitch]

The spank and the pulling of hair that followed made her growl as heat spread like fire over her ass cheek, the tug to her hair arching her back and making fingernails dig deeper still into the upholstery beneath her. There was no way, no way, he could doubt her enjoyment of what was happening and from the feel of his hips slapping into her rear and the sounds mingling with her own...she was fairly confident he was enjoying things too.

"Is this how the slut likes it? In the middle of a room anyone can walk into and see you, bent over and fucked like a desperate, needy whore? Is that what you wanted?"

To be brutally honest they could have been surrounded by people in that instant and she wouldn't have noticed or cared. Her mind was consumed with just how good it felt, how good he felt.

That said...the words, the idea contained within them, made things even more exciting. It was odd how sometimes words could have almost as much, if not more, power than actions...especially at a time like this.

"Yes...oh yes, this is just what I wanted...what I needed...to be taken...like this...by you..."

Another quiet growl as her clit throbbed and tingling.

"...just please, please...please don't stop..."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

"Mm.. no... no..."

Pounding, pounding...

"No stopping..."

Taking, filling, fucking...

"Good girls get what they want..."

Deep and hard. The smell of sex pushed aside any other that may linger in the room, filled his nostrils. Whether or not the other sounds had stopped as well he had no clue, his focus like a laser on the one whose hair he held, whose body he used. Even if the sounds stopped, there was no denying their location, and Hell seemed deliciously appropriate for the depravity they drank deeply of.

"But..."

The hand not gripping her hair met warm - no, it was hot now, and perhaps with a bit of sweat on it to match his own - flesh, the sound of another slap that mingled and swirled with the sound of their voices, the sound of their bodies, the sound of his cock and her pussy fitted so perfectly together.

"Good girls..." he paused, brow furrowed in concentration, breathed out "...fuck..." in a low moan, and then continued, "...don't cum without permission, either. Do they?"

 

[Britwitch]

"Good girls get what they want..."

A smile curves her lips even as she bucks back against his thrusts. One could argue good girls probably didn't wander willingly into Hell and offer themselves so completely and willingly for such treatment, no matter how deliciously depraved it might be. The leather around her neck never quite letting her forget that they weren't equal in this...even though they were both clearly enjoying what they were sharing. There was that extra...something...that something that made everything so much more intense.

"But..."

She cried out at the slap, rear pushing back even more prominently against him.

"Good girls...fuck......don't cum without permission, either. Do they?"

"No...no they don't..."

She managed to whine between groans. Her hips ground slightly upon him, against him, matching his thrusts, welcoming them. Her actions anything but 'good'.

A tremble shot down her spine as she felt herself growing wetter, tighter.

"They ask...they beg..."

Another whine, louder, longer. She was close. Ever so close.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

His head bobbed in a nod, unseen by her and instantly forgotten by him. Any movement of air against him made him aware of the sweat that stood on his skin, an outward sign of the exertion that had gone for some time now. If there was fatigue in his muscles, though, he was wholly unaware of it. His chest rose and fell quickly, pulling down great gulps of oxygen to fuel the rhythm he had yet to break.

Smack, smack, smack...

Their bodies met over and over, countless times now, all thoughts of teasing and drawing her out, for now, cast by the wayside. Now, there was just his want to take her, to use her body. Use her up.

"Yes..."

His breathless words came between his own moans and low groans, and he knew that as much as his muscles might be able to continue on like this, his own ability to hold back his orgasm had limits that were quickly approaching on the horizon. But it wasn't going to be, couldn't be, that easy for her.

"They beg...."

Head bowed forward, jaw clenched, eyes for the first time falling closed. One hand in her hair, gripping, pulling to impale her on him, the other on the small of her back, both arms working in unison to move her back to him, increase the force of each thrust just that much more.

"Are you going to beg for me, my slut?"

 

[Britwitch]

"Yes...They beg...."

Every thrust bordered on the punishing. Driving air from her lungs, threatening to split her in two. And yet she met every one, tried to deepen it. Body bowing to the whims of his hands. Head pulled up and back, hips arched upwards, body curved between those two points.

Her movements growing a little less smooth with each passing minute. Her grinds growing jerkier, less rhythmic.

"Are you going to beg for me, my slut?"

Her climax was so close, and she could already sense from the tingling that was invading every part of her body that it was going to be big. At that moment she'd do anything if it meant she would be allowed to experience it.

"Oh yes..."

A shudder and an unmistakable tightening of her pussy around his pounding cock.

"Please...please can I...may I...please can I cum? Oh fuck...please..."

Her tone desperate and husky. Needy without doubt. Shaking almost constantly. She pushed, as much as his hold would allow, against him. Hips rocking up and down as her breathing began to grow less and less controlled.

Her teeth fastened on her lower lip, eyes tightly closed, trying to hold off the impending orgasm. Almost trying to ignore it's barreling approach.

"...please..."

 

[ndoorfin]

thank you always wanted to cum here just knew they would have the best bands

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Eyes opened. Head still bowed forward, but now he watched her, curve of hips and arch of back, the view of her only broken by the strip of leather wound around her neck. His teeth were still clenched, brows furrowed with the weight of effort and intensity. But through all of that, he couldn't help but to smile, just slightly. Every word, music to his ears. Words so innocuous, but context and situation combining to make them terrible in all the best ways.

"Yesss..."

The last bit was hissed through clenched teeth, and punctuated with another slap from his hand.

"Cum for me..."

And another slap, on the other side. Had she realized yet? Perhaps not, it had only been two...

"Cum for me, slut..."

And so a third was added. And a fourth followed, his hand stinging with each one.

"Let me feel you... cum for me."

More followed. Her skin beginning to redden and glow, his palm doing the same. Just as he had when she was up against the bar, he switched sides with each one. But they added up quickly, and soon is did not matter, hot red flesh was being assaulted by his hand whatever side he was on.

"Cum for me, slut.. now. Give it to me."

And on it continued, his cock pounding her pussy, his hand pounding the round and firm shape of her ass, an attack that perhaps now she realized was not stopping until she gave him what he wanted.

 

[Britwitch]

"Yesss..."

Closer...

"Cum for me..."

Closer...

"Cum for me, slut..."

A whimper and a shiver, then another...

"Let me feel you... cum for me."

"Oh...oh...oh god..."

"Cum for me, slut.. now. Give it to me."

With a sound something akin to a squeak she felt the first waves of her orgasm hit her and hit her hard. She bucked back violently onto his cock. Her entire body shuddering as pulse after pulse of pleasure shot through her veins.

Every inch of her shook, from head to toe, as his pounding and smacking helped keep every sense keen and alive and unable to take a moment's rest. Her rear was on fire but she couldn't have been less interested aside from the intensity it lent to her climax.

Wetness and heat, hard flesh and soft. Slapping and driving himself inside her as she writhed and bucked beneath him. Fresh flush covered already pinked skin, eyes rolling slightly as the heights drew out, her breath coming in snatches between the noises leaving her lips. Words of thanks, of praise, of obscenity all mingling into one steady stream with the grunts, groans and whimpers pouring from her mouth.

She was lost.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He felt it hit her an instant before he heard it, and it changed nothing about the way he took her. The sounds of her peak simply mingled with those of their bodies meeting, or his hand making sharp and repeated contact with glowing flesh, and through it all he could not help but to grin as she shook and jerked in front of him.

"Fuck.. yes," he breathed, hips still moving, muscles still contracting, hand still pulling her hair and consequently the rest of her back to him, "That's my good girl... yes...."

His lips pressed together again, a thin white line of concentration as he fucked her straight through it, trying to pull as much from her as he possibly could. He could, at any point, relax and let himself go enough to empty himself inside her in only a few more minutes, his body already primed and quite ready. But he was not, quite, done with her.

Slowly, as he felt her begin to come down, he stopped the spanking and his taking of her began to let up. Finally, he sank deep, once more down to base and balls, and then just held himself there, every inch wrapped up in her wetness and heat. And then he was gone, pulled fully from her for the first time since he'd moved around the couch.

The hand in her hair pulled again, differently this time, straightening her up onto her knees. Releasing her hair, one arm snaked around her body, his hand found a full breast on the opposite side, light swipes of his thumb teasing the pink nipple. His other moved under her chin, tilting her head back until it was against his shoulder, his breath heavy in her ear.

"That's my good slut..." He grinned slightly, head tipping, teeth biting lightly at her shoulder as he tried to slow his own breathing, before returning to speak low in her ear.

"Very good... yes. But I'm not done with you yet."

The hand on her breast moved then, palm pressed to her body as it slid down, down, down, and then between her thighs where fingertips stroked lightly.

"Besides, I think you want more.. don't you?"

He chuckled lowly, his fingertips sliding quickly across her clit before they resumed their slow, light touches against her.

"But first, you're going to clean me again. Every last drop. Taste yourself on me..."

Another quick slip across her clit, his fingertips slick with her arousal now, and then he was moving her off the couch and onto legs he suspected would be a bit shaky. Her spot on the couch was taken by him, his own legs a bit shaky as well, and then he was grasping the belt, pulling her down to her knees before where he sat...

 

[Britwitch]

"Fuck.. yes...That's my good girl... yes...."

Somewhere in the haze she heard his words, creeping into her subconscious in amongst the sounds of flesh. She was breathless and trembling as the waves finally began to lessen in intensity, still bucking randomly as his cock continued to take her. He was slowing, she could tell. Then he was just inside her. Just there. Filling her still spasming sex.

A whine as he slipped from inside her. Pussy instantly mourning the loss. But she was being moved again, up, against him. A softer sound as his thumb found and gently teased her nipple, sending another small shiver throughout her body. She licked her lips, breathing unsteady and shallow, trying to shake off the heaviness of her orgasm from her mind enough to try and figure out what was happening. What would happen next.

"That's my good slut..."

He bit and her rear pushed back against him for a second, sex clenching on nothing.

"Very good... yes. But I'm not done with you yet."

She opened her mouth to say...something...but the something never came. Instead her lips let out a whimper as fingers found her swollen clit. A hand moved, laying over his. Not pulling it away, not pushing it closer just...resting there.

"Besides, I think you want more.. don't you?"

She nodded, words were beyond her capability. In truth she wasn't sure if she'd cope with more but she would try her damnedest.

"But first, you're going to clean me again. Every last drop. Taste yourself on me..."

Another touch to her clit, another twitch and they were moving again. She fell easily onto her knees almost before he tugged her down, legs light and more than a little unsteady.

She didn't need telling twice. Lips parted and cock slipped all too easily into her mouth. She could taste them both, the musky flavour of herself and that which was him. Masculine. Animal. Just a hint but there all the same. And she wanted more. Lots more.

She sucked greedily, licking and savouring every inch of him. Hands resting on his thighs more to hold onto something than out of any other reasoning. Head bobbing up and down between his thighs, dark hair swinging and bouncing in time with her motion.

If she wasn't so desperate to be his good girl she would tell him how good he tasted, how amazing he had felt...did feel...but good girls didn't talk with their mouths full.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

The moment her lips found him, a deep breath was sucked in and held, the muscles in his thighs tensing under her hands. The temptation to finish now, to cum in her mouth, across her tongue, down her throat, was a hard one to resist. But he'd meant it when he said he wasn't done with her yet. Closer, every swirl and flicker of her tongue and bob of her head drew him ever closer, but not quite yet.

He was sensitive, though, excruciatingly so, and it was for this reason that nearly her every moment drew a groan of approval from him. Half-lidded eyes watched her, brow creased against the overwhelming sensation of it all. Absently, almost without thinking as he watched her, he lifted his fingers to his own lips, pulling her taste off them as she took their mingled taste from him.

A movement of her mouth, a particular touch of her tongue, drew a low growl from him, and his eyes at last fell closed, giving himself over to the sensations of her.

"Mm," he said through the fingers in her mouth, the last of her arousal taken from them before they were removed and breathlessly words were allowed, "Fuck, that's good... Every last drop, little Witch...."