Chapter 33: Beating Smacks and Ploughing Azz...
Kneeling behind her fat, upturned ass, Daniel smacked both heavy cheeks hard, watching the soft flesh jiggle and ripple under the blows.
SMACK~
SMACK~
Holding the shirt-ends tightly with one hand like reins, he used the other to pry her plump ass cheeks wide open, exposing the tight, pink, puckered hole. He eyed his target, then pressed the thick, cum-slick head of his cock against the tiny rim, rubbing and teasing it for a second, feeling it twitch under the pressure.
The married woman finally understood exactly where he intended to thrust. Her eyes widened in pure terror.
"Not there!! I am still—"
PACCCCCKKKKK~
With the full force of a ramming machine he drove his thick cock straight into her clenched virgin asshole.
"OHHHHHHHHHH~ FUCCKKKKK~!! IT HURTS!! IT HURTS!!! AHH! MY VIRGIN ASSHOLE!! IT TORE!!"
Her scream tore through the bathroom, raw and broken. The hole was impossibly tight, dry, and crushing. Daniel groaned from the intense pressure that squeezed his cock like a vice, but he refused to pull out even a millimeter.
"Fuck~~!"
He looked up at the woman in red, still leaning against the young girl, and barked,
"You!! Come here!!"
She flinched hard but still approached on shaky legs. Daniel grabbed her by the arm and forced her to sit on the married woman’s lower back like a motorcycle seat, then pushed her hips lower so her dripping cunt hovered directly above the stretched hole. With two fingers he spread the woman in red’s pussy lips obscenely wide, letting thick ropes of their mixed cum drip and pour directly onto the married woman’s stretched pink rim and his buried cock. When the married woman clenched even harder around him in panic, he smacked her ass again and ordered coldly,
"Loosen up, cunt!!"
She only moaned and clenched tighter, the shirt-collar burning against her throat as she gasped for air.
"Tchh! What a useless cunt!" Daniel muttered. Then he locked eyes with the woman in red and ordered in a low, filthy voice,
"Pull the cum out of your pussy and drop it on her asshole and my dick. I’m going to keep fucking. If it’s still not enough, spit on my cock and her hole. Got it?!"
The woman in red blushed a deep, furious red at the disgusting command, but his cold eyes left no room for refusal. With trembling fingers she spread her own dripping, swollen cunt right in front of him, scooped out thick fistfuls of creamy cum, and let it drip and pour sensually onto the married woman’s stretched, burning rim.
DRIP~ DRIP~ DRIP~ DRIP~
The married woman shivered violently as the hot, sticky fluid ran into her clenching pink hole and down Daniel’s shaft.
Daniel resumed thrusting — slowly at first, forcing his thick cock deeper into the tiny, virgin asshole inch by inch. The fresh cum coated him and slipped inside with every push, making the passage wetter, hotter, and filthier. Once he had enough lubrication he suddenly increased his speed, slamming harder and faster, his heavy balls smacking against her.
"Ahhh!!"
SMACK!!
"Ahhh!"
SMACK!!
"Ahh!!"
SMACK!!
She screamed herself hoarse, but every time she did Daniel yanked the shirt-reins tighter, turning her cries into low, rough, choked moans. Her asshole clenched desperately around him as if trying to push him out or rip him off, yet the woman in red kept working diligently — spreading her own pussy, flicking more thick cum onto the junction, and even leaning down to spit long, wet strings of saliva directly onto his cock and the stretched, reddening rim whenever the friction grew too dry.
The entire bathroom was thick with the wild, crazy scent of lust, sweat, sex, and raw domination.
Daniel kept driving his thick, veined cock into the married woman’s impossibly tight asshole, each brutal thrust forced deeper by the fresh cum and spit the woman in red kept dripping and spitting onto the stretched, burning rim. The tiny hole clenched around him like a living vice, hot and crushing, but the added slickness finally let him move with more power.
SQUELCH~ SQUELCH~ SQUELCH~ SQUELCH~
He yanked the shirt-reins harder, forcing her back into a deep, painful arch so her face pointed straight up at the ceiling. Her throat strained, mouth open in continuous broken cries, saliva and leftover cum running down her chin. Every time she clenched too hard he answered with a sharp, open-handed smack to her already reddened ass cheeks, making the soft, heavy flesh ripple and jiggle under his palm.
"Ahhh—!! —!! It’s too big—!! My ass is tearing—!! Please—!!"
Daniel ignored her desperate pleas. He leaned forward, still holding the makeshift leash tight, and growled low and filthy into her ear while continuing to fuck her virgin hole with steady, punishing strokes.
"This is what you get for sticking your dirty tongue in Daddy’s ass, you filthy married cunt. Take every inch. Feel it tear you open."
The woman in red, still sitting on the married woman’s lower back like a living seat, kept working obediently and with growing arousal. She spread her own swollen, dripping pussy lips again and again, scooping out thick, creamy fistfuls of cum and letting them fall in sticky, heavy ropes directly onto the junction where Daniel’s cock disappeared into the tight pink hole.
When the friction still felt too dry she leaned down, face burning, and spat long, wet strings of saliva right onto his thick shaft and the reddened, stretched rim, watching the spit mix with the cum and slide inside.
The young girl in the short jeans watched everything with wide, hungry eyes, one hand now buried between her own legs, fingers pumping almost unconsciously as fresh juices ran down her thighs. Shirley remained on the toilet seat, the stinging red palm print on her cheek completely forgotten. She stared at the brutal scene with parted lips and trembling thighs, her own cunt throbbing so hard she could barely sit still. The other women in the bathroom had stopped even pretending to look away; several had resumed fingering themselves openly, eyes locked on the way Daniel’s thick cock stretched and claimed the married woman’s asshole with every wet, filthy thrust.
Daniel increased his pace. The wet, obscene sounds of his cock ploughing the tight hole mixed with the married woman’s choked, broken moans and the continuous drip-drip of fresh cum and spit. Her ass cheeks were now bright, angry red from the repeated smacks, and her hole had begun to loosen just enough for him to slam deeper, his heavy balls slapping wetly against her with every thrust.
He could feel her body starting to shake harder — not only from the burning pain, but from the unwilling, forced pleasure that [Touch of Lust] was pumping into her. Her screams slowly started mixing with broken, needy, almost grateful moans.
Daniel’s eyes darkened with pure satisfaction. He yanked the shirt-collar even tighter, cutting off more of her air, and fucked her virgin asshole even harder, determined to break this married cunt completely while the entire bathroom watched her get destroyed.