DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Violett Beane. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.
This is a collaboration between Noj and myself, our fourth one ever. We hope you will enjoy it!
Now, on with the story!
With a sigh, Jack dropped onto the couch, drink in hand. Finally, the weekend was here! Eyes closed as he leaned back, he took a sip of Diplomatico on the rocks while his other hand loosened his tie. The week had been a proper shit-show at the office, one crisis after the other and now he just longed for a weekend to forget his stress and even score a casual hook-up with Bianca, the recently divorced MILF from accounting… He had managed to get her to agree to come for casual drinks and he really intended to take full advantage of the sexual frustrations of the blonde bombshell. That was definitely something to look forward to.
Just as the young man thought that he heard the buzz of his phone coming from his blazer, which he had carelessly discarded onto the couch as he had entered the room, bee-lining straight over to the bar. Reaching out, he fished his phone from the pocket and read the message.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself as his hopes for some easy, dirty sex were dashed. Seemed like Bianca’s husband had come crawling back and she now had other plans than to indulge in some drunken, casual sex, leaving him utterly disappointed. Annoyed, he tossed his phone aside, thinking about Bianca’s full, firm tits and how much he had looked forward to fucking them. A grim expression on his face, he took another sip.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Huh?!” Ripped from his thoughts by the sudden, hard pounding on his flat’s door, Jack looked up. He took a moment before he moved, quickly searching his mind to remember whether there were any appointments, any friends coming over, that he had forgotten about.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
“Alright! Calm down!” he shouted, annoyed when the unknown visitor banged against the door even harder in an impatient, demanding manner. Putting down his drink, he stood and slowly walked over towards the door, not even making it halfway before the next set of violent knocks.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
“Open the fucking door, Jack, you fucking asshole! I know he’s here!”
Jack jumped at the angry shouting coming from the other side of the door before he registered who that voice belonged to.
“Violett?!” he questioned, confused why his mate Paul’s girlfriend was visiting him at all, not to mention with such passion. The actress was not his biggest fan to say the least and shared evenings often ended in heated discussions as their opinions diverged on all kinds of subjects and it was at the point where they usually endured each others company for the sake of Paul.
“Open the damn door, you cunt!” was the reply, underlined by another bang that made the door shake in its hinges.
“Alright, alright…” Jack turned the handle and opened the door a bit, peering out to the hallway. Violett Beane glared at him as he did, her beautiful eyes brimming with furious tears, lips trembling in anger.
“What?!” he asked, showing little sympathy at the rude intrusion. Immediately, he had mixed feelings, however. He didn’t particularly like Violett, to say the least. Leaning very liberal in her opinions, she was very outspoken about them as well and while he himself wouldn’t have described himself as conservative he liked a bit of fun and a flippant, quick-witted remark. Violett’s tendency to put his every word under a microscope and needle him about it made her a bit of a killjoy in his opinion. Not to say a bitch…
Nonetheless, if she could refrain from spewing her progressive views for a bit, he couldn’t deny that she improved every room she was in, being very easy to look at. Gorgeous, grey-green eyes, wavy, luxurious, brunette hair and soft, pink lips made her face one of the prettiest Jack had ever seen and more than once he had fantasized about painting it with a nice thick load.
Despite her convictions, Violett had absolutely no qualms in dressing to impress neither and while keeping his glare directed at her angry face he made a mental note of the figure-hugging, burgundy turtleneck that the actress wore, the prominent twin bumps firmly testifying for a lack of bra. The tight, tan skirt she wore was no less revealing, barely covering a third of Violett’s thighs and showcasing her pale smooth legs, which was only accentuated by the black leather boots.
She really looked like a woman after Jack’s taste. She just didn’t sound like one…
“Where is he?!” the brunette actress shouted, her entire body shaking.
“Who, Paul?” Jack replied before realizing what a redundant question this was, “Calm down, Violett! He's not here!”
Violett snorted. “Yeah, right!” she huffed before stepping forward, pushing against the door with enough force to surprise Jack, forcing herself inside the flat and past him. “Where is that cheating fuck?!”
The comment explained as much as it created new questions. Stunned by the turn his evening had taken within the span of a minute, Jack watched Violett march past him. “He isn’t here!” he reiterated.
Predictably, his words showed little effect as she simply ignored him towards the other room, apparently determined to find her boyfriend which she suspected was hiding in Jack’s bedroom. Despite his annoyance, Jack couldn’t help but check out her firm, round ass, displaying an enticing jiggle as she walked. Despite her attitude, he rarely missed a chance to appreciate his friend’s girlfriend’s stunning body. The fact that this hadn’t always gone unnoticed had not led to her liking him more.
Sighing, he closed the door and made his way back towards the couch. He took a sip of his drink and processed the information he had just learned. Paul was cheating, or at least Violett suspected it. She also assumed Paul was hiding here. It didn’t take a master detective to figure out that Paul had told her that he was hanging out at Jack’s place, knowing that Violett wouldn’t want to tag along, buying himself some alone time from her.
“Looks like you’re in trouble, bro…” Jack muttered, before taking another sip. In the other room, he could hear Violett banging the doors of his wardrobe, apparently hoping to find Paul inside. He considered going after her and talking to her, but quickly discarded that plan. He had gathered some experience dealing with girls in this kind of mood and it seemed best to give her some space. Especially Violett was likely to bite his head off instead of engaging in reasonable conversation.
Looking over, Violett appeared in the field of vision that his open bedroom door allowed Jack, her back turned to him. He couldn’t help but smirk as the brunette dropped to her knees, then all fours to check underneath his bed, inadvertently putting on a show for him. The tan fabric of her skirt stretched tight around her rear end, making for a very enticing sight. It got even better as she lowered her head essentially to a face-down-ass-up position and the hemline rode up the back of her thighs. Centimeter after centimeter of creamy white skin was revealed as the short garment slid upwards. Jack felt something stir inside his pants, watching mesmerized as he was granted an accidental peek at the sweet bulge of Violett’s pussy, enticingly encased by a lacy, dark-green thong.
When she straightened she suddenly peered back over her shoulder, catching him staring at her and she quickly reached back to re-adjust her clothes. However, even her glare didn’t make him look away.
“Where the fuck is he, Jack?!” she shouted, frustrated. She seemed like she had been certain to find him here.
“Listen, Violett, I know you don’t exactly like me…”
“Cause you are a chauvinistic piece of shit!” she interrupted, standing up.
“… but I honestly have no clue where Paul is.” he continued, ignoring the insult, “he certainly isn’t here… If you think he’s cheating, it ain’t with me.”
Violett took a second, her lips curling into a pout as she considered his words. “That fucker…” she finally muttered. Leaving the bedroom, she made her way over to Jack’s liquor cabinet, grabbing a glass and the vodka bottle to pour herself a healthy drink.
“Yeah, sure, help yourself…” Jack muttered under his breath as his bar was raided.
“What was that?!”
“I said there is orange juice in the fridge if you want to make it a screwdriver…” he replied, amused by her touchiness. It wasn’t exactly that he was intimidated, but where she stood there were a few too many glass objects in her reach to provoke her.
“Fuck orange juice!” Violett retorted, downing her drink and pouring another one.
“Alright, fuck orange juice,” Jack smiled, “Do you want to sit down and explain the reasoning behind this home invasion a little more?”
The brunette glared at him, but after a second she looked down. Slowly she moved to the armchair opposite to Jack and sat down heavily. “That fucker is cheating on me,” she almost pressed out.
I gathered that much, Jack almost said, but prudently refrained. “How do you know?”
“I checked his account history. DON’T give me that look! He’s mostly living of my fucking money anyway!” she spat, tears returning to her eyes.
Jack lifted his hands in an appeasing manner. “Whatever you say. So what did Paul buy?”
“Lingerie!”
Jack’s attention peaked. “Maybe it’s a gift…” he replied, standing up for his friend.
“Do I look like I fucking wear size 34DD?” Violett shouted, gesticulating at her own, modest-sized B-cups.
“Oof!” he shrugged, doing his best to suppress a grin as he understood the situation. Still, he took the opportunity to take Violett’s breasts in, albeit for just a moment. “Sorry to hear that, Violett!”
“Fuck your sorry!” came the emotional reply, “It’s your fucking fault anyway, you ass!”
“My fault?!” Jack repeated, incredulous, “How is your boyfriend fucking busty chicks my fault?!”
“Cause it’s your fucking influence, you jackass! You keep fucking spewing out your dated, chauvinistic views and…”
“Oh, give me a break with that stupid, brainless name-calling!” Jack interrupted, rolling his eyes, “Really? You’re going to pin that on me? Take a bit of fucking responsibility for your own actions, you fucking spoiled brat! I mean, come on! How about, Paul is just the same as me, he just pretends that he is different to cozy up with you.”
“Paul is not like you!” Violett snapped, almost out of reflex disagreeing with him.
“There’s some D-cups out there that beg to differ!” Jack shot back, pissed off by her attitude. That she was trying to paint him as the bad guy while she suspected Paul screwed around…
It sometimes was almost comical how Paul hid behind him from Violett, pretending that Jack was twisting his arm to go out to clubs and bars while being eager to go himself. He had gotten used to being the bad guy, not that he had been given a choice, but the sheer ridiculousness of the accusation pushed him to teach this self-righteous bitch a lesson.
His reply shut her up. For a moment, Violett’s lips trembled as if she wanted to spit out a retort, but then she took another big sip of vodka, and looked down. “Fine…” she hissed, “Sorry!”
“Yeah, I’m not too happy here either…”
“I just never expected this! I was just checking my recent spending from our account, didn’t even think about catching him with something…” She shook her head, still scarcely able to believe what she had found out. “Fucking prick…”
“There you go, now you are after the right one!” Jack nodded. He himself did not appreciate being pulled into this, but on the other hand it also kind of amused him how “oh so perfect Paul” had proven himself as bad of a dog as he was. Maybe this would knock Violett off her high horse a little. “So what are you going to do about it?”
Violett looked up at him, confused. “Do about it?”
“Well, you just want to let him get away with that?” Jack asked. At this point he just enjoyed throwing gasoline on the fire. “Seems to me like you would need to teach him a lesson…”
She thought for a moment, looking at him before she nodded. “Hmm… yeah, yeah… you are probably right,” she finally agreed, “What should I do though?”
“Given he screwed you over by fucking another chick… eye for an eye?” he suggested, leaning back on the couch and watching as his words sunk in.
“You’re saying I should fuck someone else?” her eyes widened and her voice almost dropped to a whisper, but he could see from the look of her face that she wasn’t put off by the idea.
Jack shrugged. “Seems to me like that would be a good way to show him. Fuck another guy, do the stuff you don’t do for him… just healthy to go for a bit of payback!” He could see the wheels in her head turning as she processed his words and decided to cut deeper with another pointed comment. “He made a real fool out of you after all…” It was just a snide remark to edge her on further, intended to seed some more dissent between Paul and Violett.
“That fucking piece of shit!” Violett finally muttered, shaking her head in incredulity at the betrayal, “I’m not going to get him back!” Jack’s smile faltered a little. He had really thought he had pushed her hard enough. But he already got over his disappointment when Violett fixated him with blazing, determined eyes. “I am going to one-up that asshole!”
Jack smirked in surprised amusement. Seeing little Miss Perfect in a vengeful mood like this was unexpected… but definitely interesting. “Yeah?” he asked, sipping at his drink, “What are you going to do?”
Violett leaned in, looking him straight in the eyes. “I’m going to fuck his friend!”
There was a moment of silence between them as he realized what she had just said. In fact, her words had caught him very much off guard, but he managed to keep a straight face. “Come again?” he finally requested. He had a suspicion that she just wanted to get a rise out of him, but he could see no indication that she was kidding.
“You heard me!” Violett reiterated, her expression completely serious, “I am going to fuck you, just to piss off Paul!”
“Yeah, right!” Jack chuckled, shaking his head, “And why would I do that? Paul didn’t cheat on me so why the fuck would I help you mess with him? I don’t even like you, Violett!”
The brunette gave him a look as if he were completely stupid. “Because you are a dick-driven piece of shit and you have always wanted to fuck me!” she said, matter-of-factly.
Just out of force of habit, Jack almost retorted that she was intending to fuck her boyfriend’s best friend, so, morally speaking, she shouldn’t point her finger at others being pieces-of-shit. However, he only just stopped himself, taking another moment to think. She really was a gorgeous little thing! The thought of pounding this pretentious princess caused his cock to harden slightly inside his boxers.
Nonetheless, he didn’t cave. “I mean… you have a nice ass, I’m not fucking blind,” he conceded, “But fucking you? Sorry, I just have a hard time thinking of you as the fun type in bed… I’m not going to stab Paul in the back for twenty minutes of missionary!”
Violett gave him an annoyed glare at his estimation of her sexual openness. Still, she registered his last comment. It was a negotiation of the price now. “You want fun, huh?” she hissed, “How about this: You get to do whatever the fuck you want with me! Fuck me however you want! Make me do whatever you want! How is that for fun, Jack?”
“Whatever I want, huh?” he smirked.
“Yes!” She doubled down, “You like to dominate women, don’t you? I know that Paul is jealous of you banging your sluts like that. He tried to get me to do that for him too! So guess what: I want to get fucked like that now!” Downing the last of her vodka she slammed the glass down on the couch table.
“You are such a bitch!” Jack chuckled, following her lead by finishing his rum and putting the glass down before he stood. Violett looked up at him, the intense look still on her face, but already he could see doubt in her eyes. He could already see that she wasn’t sure what kind of check she had just made out.
“Stand up!” he ordered curtly.
The outspoken woman complied without a word, rising to her feet. She watched silently as he slowly moved around the small couch table, towards her. For the first time since Jack had known her, she seemed insecure, nervous even. Despite that, she stubbornly kept eye contact.
He came to a halt right in front of her. Despite her black boots boosting her by two inches, he nonetheless comfortably towered over her as he smiled down at her. “You really are a hot piece of ass!”
Violett opened her mouth to reply, but before she could get as much as a sound out, Jack jumped her. Quick as a snake, his hand came up to her throat and her eyes widened in surprise when she was grabbed tightly and pushed backwards.
She scrambled, almost stumbling as he forced her several feet back before she clashed against the big, floor-length window behind her that stopped her abruptly and Jack’s tall, strong body pushed against her, pinning her in place.
The brunette let out a moan when he suddenly pressed his lips onto hers in a hard, passionate kiss, dominating her. She could feel his body against hers, much taller, much stronger, feeling powerful against her. His tongue came out and before she knew it, her mouth opened to allow him inside and all she could muster was another girly moan as her cheating boyfriend’s buddy had his way with her. Eyes closed, she felt his tongue duel hers, chasing it around in her mouth in a spit-fueled kiss, way more intense than anything she had experienced in a long time.
“Fuck!” she gasped when she got a moment’s breath, but he quickly silenced her, both hands at her throat now. Inadvertently, her knee came up, her smooth thighs rubbing against each other as she was sensually violated, utterly overwhelmed by the moment. Fucking Jack was kissing her! And not only that, he kissed her so good she could already feel her pussy getting wet! Pressing her body against his, she could already feel that he was similarly excited.
Completely lost in the kiss, she was very suddenly brought back to reality when Jack grabbed the turtleneck of her sweater with both hands and violently ripped. The fine, exquisite material stretched for a moment before the fabric tore, all the way from the neckline down to the hemline.
“What the fuck?!” Violett gasped in shock, breaking the kiss to stare down as her bare tits bounced free, jiggling from the motion. Her small, pink nipples already stood to attention, almost begging to be played with, “How dare y…”
SMACK!
Her scolding was harshly cut short as Jack slapped her across the face, not hard, but enough to make a point. “Shut up!” he hissed, “You made the deal! I get to do what I want!”
Before she could argue, one hand roughly grabbed a handful of brunette hair and she was roughly turned around, gasping as her naked tits were pressed up against the window. Wide-eyed, she looked out. They were high up on the fourth floor and with the angle they were unlikely to be seen from the street, but the house on the opposite side of the street was a different story. Numerous windows gave plenty of vantage points where she could be seen from as she stood exposed like this. Whoever looked over would get a perfect view of her tits!
The realization stunned her for a moment, which Jack took advantage of. Gruffly, he tore the ruined turtleneck off and tossed it away, leaving her completely topless in front of him. “You are going to be my little slut, huh?” he growled.
“Yes.”
“Say it!”
“I am going to be your slut, Jack!” Violett said, shivering slightly at her own words. Her heart raced as she heard him unbuckle his belt, expecting him to take her then and there, but instead she was surprised by the cool strap of leather wrapping around her petite throat, looping into a makeshift leash that Jack pulled tight. She gasped, feeling the pressure slightly constrict her breathing, but the thrill of the submissiveness made her shudder. Unsure what to do with her hands, she placed them against the cold glass, bracing herself.
Jack felt her response and smiled. Strong, independent Violett liked to be roughed up a bit. This was going to be fun!
Using the leash, he pulled slightly to make her arch her back, presenting her thick, round butt to him. With his free hand, he slowly pulled down the zipper at the back and watched as it split open, revealing her ass in the small, green thong bit by bit until the tight skirt was loose enough to fall away and slide down to the floor to pool at her feet, leaving Violett naked save for leather boots and thong.
He leaned in, nipping at her earlobe and kissing the side of her neck while he grabbed the back of her thong in his fist, tugging it up to cause the flimsy underwear to pull into her pussy. The mix of sensations at her neck and between her thighs caused the actress to moan and whine, biting her lower lip as he teased her.
“You are a fucking sexy bitch!” he hissed into her ear before suddenly yanking. Violett gasped as the thin material of her panties briefly bit at her crotch before it snapped, tearing away from her and completely exposing her to Jack and to whoever was watching her from outside.
Jack chuckled at the small whimper she gave. He could feel her uneasiness at being this on display. “What’s the matter, Violett?” he decided to tease while kissing and nibbling the sensitive zone just below her ear, “Nervous someone might see you? If I remember correctly, you put it all out there for everyone to see for a paycheck anyway. Isn’t every horny guy in the world just a few mouse-clicks away from seeing your shaved cunt any time they want anyway? And it’s a really pretty pussy too, let me tell you!”
Violett mewled at his words, blushing at his crude phrasing, then winced as Jack dropped the tattered remains of her thong to the floor and placed a hard slap on her round booty, making the firm flesh jiggle. Keeping her firmly under control with his grip on the belt, he then sank his fingers into her tender buttock.
“I wanted this ass for years now, Violett! I checked it out every time you turned around! Made your bitching and whining almost tolerable!” he hissed, greedily squeezing her backside, “Now it’s all mine!”
Violett moaned in response, feeling him have his way with her body. Her legs felt shaky as he dropped to his knees behind her and she could feel his hot breath along her bare back and then against her naked ass. Another smack to the other buttock made her yelp again.
“Spread your ass-cheeks!” she heard him growl, his voice demanding, “Show me what you promised me!”
Her heart beat quickly inside her chest as Violett complied. Swallowing nervously, she reached back and grabbed a thick buttock in each hand, pulling them apart to present herself to this man she didn’t like, blushing as she felt his hot breath right against her holes.
“Slut!” Jack remarked with a grin as she complied with his order. He took a moment to enjoy the view, knowing that every second he spent only put her more on edge. She was getting off to it too, he could see it.
She really had a pretty cunt! Shaven perfectly smooth, her sleek, pink outer lips gaped apart slightly to reveal petite, tender labia, making for a truly inviting sight. She was wet, too! Her snatch glistened in the light of the room, betraying her arousal as much as her husky breath. Above, the pink iris of Violett’s tight asshole twitched slightly as he gently blew air against it, making for a very cute sight.
“You’re just the perfect fuckdoll!” Jack growled at her, knowing the remark would really drive her mad, but a short, sharp tug on the belt reminded her to bite her tongue. Violett mewled in protest, but held the pose, offering her holes to him submissively.
Deciding to torture her just a little longer, Jack leaned in to plant a kiss on the velvety soft skin of her inner thigh, savoring the delectable smoothness. He could feel her tremble with frustration as he took his time, inching upwards just a little bit to place another gentle peck, his tender touch in sharp contrast to the firm control of the leash around her neck.
Violett whimpered as he teased her, now completely on edge as she could feel his lips, his breath on her inner thighs, all the way up to the apex, but he still refused to touch her where she wanted him to. At this point, she could barely stand it, being so aroused, yet his firm hand kept her from acting up. She was not in charge here, a thought that drove her insane.
Finally, Jack had mercy. After circling around her most sensitive spot for a bit he finally stuck his tongue out as far as possible and swiped the flat of it along her supple slit, all the way from her small clit to her pink asshole.
Violett cried out at the sudden, intense contact, jumping at the sensation but then Jack didn’t let up. After all this time of teasing he now went in, burying his face in his buddy’s girlfriend’s ass and going to work with his tongue.
“Oh god!” Violett gasped, her eyes going wide as she felt his tongue part her folds and taste her deep. She was pushed up against the window, so she had nowhere to go and was completely at his mercy as he had his way with her, eating her pussy with intensity. Staring out of the window and into the street, on full display as she was devoured, she braced her hands against the glass again.
“Fuck!” she panted, sweating already, “That is so good!”
Jack rewarded her eagerness with another firm slap to her ass that elicited a small, girly squeal as his tongue delved into her hot, sticky hole, tasting her juices deep inside until he had her purring with pleasure. Breaking away, he used both hands to spread her holes for his viewing pleasure as he took a short break.
“You have such a perfect cunt, Violett!” he growled up at her before collecting some saliva with his tongue and lewdly spat against her exposed pussy. The brunette whimpered in humiliated arousal as she felt his warm saliva splatter against her snatch, never having been treated so crassly. That feeling was only deepened when Jack went back in, though his tongue now targeted a little higher, aggressively swirling around her puckered sphincter.
“Oh my God!” Violett shrieked in alarm, bucking away from the unfamiliar sensation, but finding herself still stuck against the window, having to endure Jack licking her asshole, “What are you doing?!?!”
Undeterred by the actress’ shock, Jack grinned as he buried his face in Violett’s juicy butt, lapping greedily away as she twisted around helplessly for a few seconds before she settled in and calmed, realizing she wasn’t getting away. It wasn’t long before he heard the first purring moans.
“Fuuuuck!” Violett moaned, eyes closed and biting her bottom lip as she got her scrumptious booty worshipped properly for the first time, the entire front of her naked body now pressed up against the cool glass. After getting over the flight instinct at the alien sensation of being licked back there, she quickly found pleasure in it, loving getting her ass eaten.
“Yeah!” she soon spurred him on, “Like that!”
Jack soon had the hot bitch far enough that she relaxed enough for him to force the tip of his tongue past her puckered ring and he relished every hot, throaty moan he could get from her by tongue-fucking her ass, knowing that only a minute ago the thought would have seemed impossible to her conceited, little mind. Her greedily pushing her ass back at him was satisfying in more ways than one.
He was amused when she gave a small, disappointed whine when he pulled away from her ass, spreading her cheeks to watch as Violett’s tiny sphincter, gleaming with his slimy spit, twitched underneath his gaze.
“Why did you stop?!” Violett complained, her voice sounding quite spoiled as she peered back at him over her shoulder, pushing her butt towards him demandingly.
“We should take some pictures!” Jack said, standing up.
Her eyes widened. “Are you crazy? No way!!!”
“You know how jealous Paul would get if we documented this?” he argued, shamelessly manipulating her in his favor by using her anger, “He’d be so fucking pissed if he saw you like this - getting utterly fucked and dominated - and not being able to do it himself…”
He could see the effects of his words while watching Violett’s face, her anger and her arousal clouding her mind to lead her to bad decisions. “Good point!” she conceded, the corners of her mouth tightening as she thought about her revenge, “I left my phone in my car though…”
“I have mine,” Jack grinned, producing his phone from the inner pocket of his jacket and quickly pulling up the camera. Taking a step back, he couldn’t help but admire the view.
Violett Beane, bracing against the window while looking back at him. Her hair was a tussled, hot mess already, her cheeks flushed and in her big, beautiful eyes he could see her doubting the idea of having Jack take some pictures of her like this. Naked, except for a pair of leather boots and a belt that was loosely looped around her neck, she already looked disheveled. An impression which was delectably underlined by the twin-pair of red, hand-shaped imprints on her perky, pale butt. Jack made sure to capture the moment for eternity.
“I’ll send you the pictures afterwards!” he assured Violett, who gave him a dubious look, but didn’t object, “Now give me a little pose! Push that ass out for me!”
After a moment’s hesitation, Violett complied, arching her back to point her butt towards him, which caused her sleek pussy to bulge sweetly between her thighs.
“That’s fucking hot! Now spread your ass, you sexy slut!”
Without delay, Violett reached back and – looking straight into the camera – she pulled her buttocks apart, presenting her cute, puckered asshole to the camera for another picture, making for a really naughty picture.
“Very nice, now turn around! I want to see those tits!” Jack smirked, admiring the way her nipples had hardened against the cool glass, standing pertly to attention, “Now say ‘FEMINISM’!”
He got a quick snap of Violett glaring at him for the dig before he quickly put the phone away and stepped deftly towards her, roughly snatching her by the throat and pinning her against the window with enough force to make the back of her head bang against the glass.
“God, you’re fucking hot!” he hissed, before kissing her deeply, Violett moaning at the rough approach, “Why do you have to be such an annoying bitch though?!”
Pinning her with one hand, his other dropped down to give her tit a hard squeeze, making Violett whimper into his mouth before he trailed further south. Wasting no time on teasing this time he cupped her pussy with his hand, marveling at the soft smoothness as he immediately began to rub it roughly. Within no time at all he had the brunette whining and purring as he played with her, basking in the manhandling she was receiving and when he pushed his middle and ring finger into her, her folds parted easily.
“Must piss you off how much you like this, huh?!” he teasingly hissed into her ear as his digits curled into her, finding her g spot and playing with her sensitive snatch. She didn’t respond, her eyes closed as her head rested against the window, just enjoying herself and trying to ignore his words. On her stunning face he could see her pleasure: her brow furrowing, her nose crinkling slightly when he hit an especially good spot.
“Slut!” he whispered into her ear before he dropped to his knees, placing a quick kiss on her left breast on the way down. Face to face with her pussy, he admired the way it wrapped tightly around his fingers, eagerly gripping them. Grabbing her right leg, he pulled it up and over his shoulder, opening her stance a little to give himself better access. He then leaned in, giving her clit a long, broad lick with his tongue before latching his lips onto the little nub.
Violett cried out as he sucked on her, playing her body like an instrument. His other hand squeezed between her and the glass, finding the belt and tugging it, pulling it tight around her throat as he ate her out. She was really wet now, his fingers sloshing in and out of her hole while his tongue lapped at her clit.
“Fuck!” Violett gasped. Her hands grabbed the back of his head, grasping his short hair and pulling him closer, encouraging him. “Like that! Yes! Just like that!”
Eager to please, Jack obeyed her wish, even increasing his intensity as Violett’s moans got louder. He really wanted her to cum, wanted to taste her. Her heel pushed against his back urging him on while her voice got more and more feverish.
“Fuck! Jack! I’m going to cum! I’m going to-” The rest of that sentence died in her throat as the brunette reached her climax, pleasure rushing over her. Her muscles tensed, fingers tightening, pulling at his hair. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream as she pushed her crotch against his face, greedily experiencing the sensations while Jack continued to play with her, coaxing the last bit of joy out of the orgasm for her benefit.
“Fuuuuuck!” Violett let out a guttural, drawn-out groan, utterly stunned by the ferocity. The one leg she was standing on shook and gave way and Jack held her up for a second, continuing to eat her pussy, tasting her, before he let her slide to the floor. She slid down the window down to her knees, panting, her eyes closed as Jack rose to his feet, his chin smeared with her juices. An ominous grin on his face, he looked down at the trembling, naked actress at his feet as he pulled out his phone to take another picture of her before he unzipped his pants.
“Playtime’s over,” he growled, deep and authoritative, in total control as he grabbed hold of the leather belt around her neck to pull her to him as he took control of his now rock hard cock in his other hand. Violett gave a sharp cry, caught by surprise as he yanked her to him, shuffling on her knees to him as he thrust his erect cock down towards her mouth.
“Open,” he ordered. Violett shivered and did exactly as she was commanded, ignoring now that she was on display near the window. This was what she wanted after all, to do something totally out of the norm and show up her boyfriend by acting slutty. Opening her mouth greeted her with his thick cock, wasting no time in drawing her onto him with her leash as he pushed his hips forward to slide himself inside her mouth, loving watching the pretty, stuck-up brunette actress take his cock into her hot mouth. She tentatively sucked and worked her tongue, just getting started slowly as she would on any other blowjob until he gave a yank of her makeshift collar.
“Get on with it, suck,” he ordered her, making her heart race as she immediately went for it, knowing she was going to have to perform for him. She applied herself much more vigorously and pushed him more into her mouth, licking firmly with her tongue beneath his head as she sucked harder, bobbing her head more rapidly as she tried to stimulate him.
“Better,” he said. She only murmured slightly as she focused on her task.
“Now, this isn’t gonna be one of your normal blowjobs, I assure you,” he said, just talking to her as she sucked his cock. She realised it wasn’t her place to speak as he held on dominantly to her leash, making sure to keep tension so she couldn’t withdraw.
“This is gonna be hard, rough. You’re gonna get the roughest deepthroat you’ve ever had,” he finished, looking down with a smile as Violett looked up at him with her big eyes, not pausing for a moment. She shivered as she wondered quite what he meant, unable to deny how her pussy squeezed; guys never treated her this way and the fact he was both infuriated and exhilarated her. She sucked firmly, rather enjoying herself as she worked busily and tried to use all her tricks to stimulate him, bobbing quickly on his head and loving how big and hard he was in her mouth.
“Come on, stop messing around,” he snapped, grabbing her head with his other hand as he pulled on the belt at her neck to force his cock into her throat, catching her unaware and pushing his bulging head over the back of her tongue and down, deeper than she’d ever managed before. With a huge gag and a choke, her eyes watering instantly as her body lurched, trying to pull away from him as he slipped back onto her tongue again. He wasted no time repeating it, this time finding her throat tighter and more resistant, still wound up from his first attempt and stopping his entry.
“Come on you cunt, stop fighting it,” he snapped harshly, making her look up at him with wide eyes, drooling in the aftermath of his attempts. His expression was one of determination and dominance, absolutely in charge of her like she’d agreed and secretly wanted, making her crystal clear she had to get on with it. Shoving her mouth back onto his cock, she sucking noisily as his hands guided her back to him
“That’s better,” he groaned as she sucked, giving her a moment to recommence before he pushed into her throat once more, pulling her to him with his hand roughly in her hair, pulling the controlling belt around her neck to draw her helplessly towards him as he shoved into her throat once more and made her choke. Violett wanted to take his cock and swallow him whole, act like the hot little porn star he evidently wanted, but she just couldn’t and was unable to override her body as she gagged and heaved on him. He didn’t withdraw though, letting her push him out a little and take a gasp before driving into her hard to catch her on the pull back from her retching. He succeeded easily in sinking most of himself into her throat, a proper deepthroat for the first time in her life as his cock squeezed down her throat before she could react and throbbed with his enjoyment.
“Fuck,” she coughed desperately after a vicious, noisy gagging as she expelled him again, thick saliva spilling from her mouth as she pulled off him, stringing between her and his big cock.
“That’s better, like that,” he said, almost ignoring her desperate, slopping breaths, wiping her face hurriedly on her hand before he pulled her back onto his cock again. Sliding straight into her throat once more gave her no time for an actual blowjob and all she could do was apply her tongue to him, lapping at his shaft as he held her tightly and shoved once more. She gagged but he kept on, pumping his rock hard erection into her throat, the thick purple head bludgeoning its way into her. She’d never been treated like this and it was all she could do to hang on and take it, unable to control the situation at all, her knees aching as she knelt on the floor by the windows. She had no idea if anybody outside could see her but it wasn’t relevant any more as she couldn’t do a thing about it and just focused on trying to control her gag reflex, wanting her aching throat to just be his hot, silky little fuckhole right then.
She couldn’t will it however and most of his thrusts still endured a body-wrenching gag from her, Jack being lenient enough with her lead to let her pull back for gasps of breath and a moment of recovery. He wasn’t holding back as he reigned her back in though; it seemed like he knew something, knew he could have what he wanted and now he was fired up to get it. Pulling the belt tightly, it slid up on her neck, digging into her soft skin as she squeaked in discomfort, hand aggressively pulling her hard onto him as he drove his throbbing erection into her throat once more. He was rougher and faster now, giving her no chance to even think as he started pumping into her, yanking her head down onto him as he thrust powerfully into her mouth to get everything he wanted.
“Come on, come on,” he urged, a growl of determination as he tried to force the last of himself into her throat, so close now. Expertly pausing to ride out her gagging, he jolted his hips forward hard to shove her down, catching her just right and riding her tongue all the way down her throat, feeling the brilliant moment as her muscles gave way and his head popped into her to let him bury himself fully and shove her nose against himself. He shuddered in pleasure as her eyes streamed, make-up running down her face now as she screwed her eyes up and choked, held tight to him before she wrenched herself backwards off him and hauled in a huge, ragged breath. She was greeted by a slap across the face, knocking her sideways onto her hand with a shocked gasp, the surprise of it more serious than the force. Guys never treated her like this, ever.
“Don’t you pull off, I decide when you get a breath!” he snapped, hauling the drooling Violett back to him. A huge mouthful of thick spit dribbled out of her mouth as she prepared herself, directed straight back onto his cock again which immediately pushed into her throat. It was where she was used to now and things were getting easier. She was a mess and hadn’t quite realised what she was in for...and certainly hadn’t expected her pussy to be so wet she was sure she could probably slide her own hand straight in if she wanted. Being treated like this turned her on like nothing else...and certainly more than cheating Paul had ever managed.
“Come on Violett, stuck up cunt,” he mumbled, making her seethe to herself for a moment as he shoved her down again, finding full depth again and pulling her off quickly as she coughed. Now her throat was broken in he seemed much more able to do it, pushing deeply into her now so her nose ground against his tummy. He pushed it into her more slowly now, knowing how to handle her and holding her tightly to guide her slowly down onto him, to the critical point and then past it to bury himself in her throat. Her eyes streamed as she finally got a hold of her retching and managed to mostly hold it back, shivering each time his bulbous head popped into her throat, making her deepthroat like a pornstar. His pornstar.
“That’s it, good girl,” he said with a smile, making Violett stupidly blush with pride. It didn’t matter however as he couldn’t see her face and he didn’t give a shit either, pushing full depth again and grinding deep, just loving how he’d broken her. Pulling back, she breathed through her nose as he let her suck a little again, applying her tongue to him and pulling a vacuum on his cock before he rocked her head and pushed his thick cock into her cheek, making it bulge as he relished the soft skin.
“Fucking right there,” he smiled as he patted it, releasing her hair for a moment to lightly slap her face over his cock. She felt like a pornstar, even more as he pushed it harder and stretched her cheek, pulling her round so his cock moved to her mouth, stretching her more before it jolted out of her mouth with an audible pop, Violett giving a whimper as he wetly escaped her waiting mouth.
“Right, let’s go,” he said simply as he shoved it back into her mouth and drove his fingers into her hair, twisting it and yanking her hard so she mumbled painfully through her mouthful as he pulled her into place. His hand drew her makeshift lead tight again as he pulled her to him and with that he shoved down her throat hard to squash her face against him. It caught her off guard and she choked again, but he didn’t care this time, not now, now it was his time and he was going to have his fun with her. She was helpless and he took full advantage, having reduced the pretty brunette actress to his personal fucktoy now as he held her rock solid and started thrusting into her throat. His strokes were swift and powerful, cock achingly hard in her mouth as she felt it sawing across her tongue, her body completely incapable of figuring out what was happening now and just letting it happen, her tired throat unable to constrict any more in face of the onslaught.
“Yeah like that you little whore,” he breathed with a shiver of pleasure as she gave in fully, eyes watering, gagging wetly, noisily as he plundered her, gripping her tightly as he hammered into her throat hard and fast now. He relished the silken pleasure of her throat catching at him as he jammed his thick head home, loving her exhausted flexes around him, her groans and mumbles only adding vibrations to his cock. Sweat beaded across her forehead to mix with her ruined make-up and saliva spattered face. She could barely participate now as he fucked her face, grunting hard and fast, breathing intensely as he pounded his cock into her and used every moment he had in her mouth. His pursuit of climax ended as he felt the tingle turn into a surge within him, looking down at the struggling, choking actress as he felt his peak rush up, balls tightening and cock stiffening for the last few seconds before he exploded, shoving himself right down her throat and holding himself there to empty his balls deep into her body.
Violett felt the hardening of his cock and heard his harsh breaths in the final moments, immediately heaving as he suddenly stopped in her throat, the change of rhythm catching her out to make her give another huge, strained retch around him but it didn’t make any difference as he held her down deep. She felt him pulsing as his cock burst inside her, emptying the first of many thick shots into her as his balls squeezed tightly. She didn’t swallow, she never had and the thought made her grimace and choke hard, so hard she dislodged him from her and instinctively yanked back from him with a loud, wet retch as she escaped, his erupting cock jetting another thick string across her tongue. He rolled with it though and released her hair to grab his cock, controlling her with the belt that he twisted tighter in punishment to dig into her skin as he jerked himself hard and emptied the rest of his abundant load onto her face, something else she didn’t do. Shivering as she felt his hot come hitting her already messy face, she gasped desperately, dribbling over her folded knees as he shot several more hot, thick shots over her face to cover her eyes, bridge of her nose and into her hair.
With a finish, he clenched himself to squeeze the last out and wiped it unceremoniously on her cheek, dismissively shaking his cock over her before releasing the constricting belt and stepping back, Violett slumping to the floor on her hands, arms shaking as she drew in deep, relieved breaths.
“Stay, and don’t touch!” he ordered. The command was loud and clear to Violett, she didn’t want any more discipline and frankly right now she just had to recover from her first throatfuck. She swallowed heavily, throat hurting as she gulped down his thick, salty come, her first proper taste of it. It had been an experience that was for sure, one she wouldn’t be able to repeat any time just yet she figured, though her pussy was absolutely soaked and she couldn’t resist fumbling a shaking hand to her smoothly shaven lips and pushing down over it with a shudder. He grabbed his phone and stepped back to her, turning the camera on.
“Kneel up, pose,” he commanded, Violett doing as she was told and pushing herself back to her knees.
“Leave your hand there,” he said with a smile, catching her stroking herself and immediately taking photos of her touching her sweet pussy.
“Lovely,” he said as he snapped her, hand at her pussy, eyes screwed shut with his thick load painting her face, mascara and saliva all over her and hanging from her thin.
“Smile,” he said, capturing her as she complied, her messy face opening to a broad smile, before he captured a series of shots as she reached up with both hands and wiped her eyes before opening them and looking at the camera. She giggled a little at the ridiculousness of it all, photographed like a pornstar at the end of a shoot, playfully holding the leash up, letting it slide loose to show how it had bitten into her skin before she blew a kiss at the camera to show what Paul was missing. He lowered the camera, having got enough of her utterly wrecked after her throat fuck.
“First time deepthroating?” he asked, putting his phone down.
“Yeah,” she said, voice gravelly and rough, throat so battered from what she’d endured as she climbed unsteadily to her feet.
“Thought so. I thought cunts like you could deepthroat to get parts and stuff,” he said with a smile that she barely noticed, too exhausted to complain.
“Well, I can’t,” she mumbled.
“You did today, first time. You need somebody to train you,” he said as he threw her a desperately needed towel which she gratefully snatched and raised to her face, wiping his mess from her.
“Maybe you can do it for me,” she mumbled as she cleaned up, make-up and come staining the cloth.
“Maybe I could, you’ve got potential, could be a perfect little cocksucker with some work,” he mused, having dealt with prissy but willing girls like her before.
“We’ll arrange that some other time,” she said, moving on. She wasn’t sure if she was serious, but she knew she wouldn’t really mind if he repeated what he’d just done to her and treated her like a total fuckdoll.
Topic: Violett Beane - Grudgefuck (Collaboration with Noj) (Read 5129 times)