CNC play

This is part 2 of my adventures with my naughty little fwb ❤️ fair warning, this story involves CNC (consensual non-consent) play and may not be suitable for some readers. Hope my fellow kinksters enjoy this one!

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Barely two weeks had passed since our amazing first meeting and I found myself craving my kitten’s delicious body again. We’d had no end of lustful discussions on a wide variety of colorful kinks, and apart from DDLG play, the naughty little vixen and I had also discussed our mutual love of CNC. We discussed some ideas, set some boundaries, and…

As soon as we were alone in the hotel lift, I pushed her roughly against the wall and shoved my phone in her face. The video playing on it was one I’d taken during our previous meeting: her huge tits bouncing wildly while she was getting fucked hard, her cute face in plain view.

“If you don’t want this video to be sent to all your friends and family, you’ll follow me back to my room and do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, understand?”, I snarled, inches from her ear. My kitten’s luscious lower lip trembled as she nodded her assent, and my cock hardened considerably.

Holding one of her hands behind her back, I marched her out of the lift and towards the room I’d booked at the end of the hall. Despite being focused on maintaining an iron grip on her arm, I couldn’t help but admire her shapely hips swaying from side to side as we walked. By the time we reached the door I was at already at full mast, and I let her know this by plastering my body against hers as I fished around for the key card. I smiled to myself as a small whimper escaped her lips when she felt my hard-on press into her juicy ass. The lock clicked open and I shoved her through the door, slamming it shut behind me.

“Kneel.”

She fell to her knees, looking up at me with eyes full of fear yet tinged with anticipation. She gasped (what an actress!) as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock hard cock. Stepping up to her, I positioned my hardness at her lips, and she ducked aside, shaking her head “no”. I leaned over, grabbed the back of her neck, forced her back upright and commanded, “Suck. It. Now.” Her mouth opened to speak, but her protest was choked back by my thick, hard dick being jammed right between her lips. She started to pull away again, but my hand on the back of her head sealed her fate, and she reluctantly began bobbing her head back and forth. The inside of her mouth felt like heaven, her lips sliding along the length of my dick.

Then, the dirty little slut had the audacity to moan while coating my cock in her spit, and I chastised her by holding it at the back of her throat for a moment longer than she was expecting. After a second, I released her head and she fell forward while grabbing my leg for support, gasping for breath. Feigning compassion, I helped her to her feet before throwing her forcefully backward onto the bed.

Amidst the chaos, a couple buttons on her loose blouse had fallen open, and one lace-adorned breast peeked out of her plunging neckline. Her legs parted in her attempt to regain stability, and I was overjoyed to see a matching set of lace covering her most intimate area, lightly damp from the excitement. I pounced on her and ripped her blouse the rest of the way open, pinning one of her hands while snatching at her bra. One rough tug was enough to reveal her milky white tits and perky nipples, and I immediately leaned close to lick and suck them. Meanwhile, my other hand wandered down to her nether regions and started rubbing at the damp spot in her panties. At my touch, her weak protests became intermingled with soft moans. Her free hand, which had just been trying to restore the modesty of her bra, instead raked across my back in pain and pleasure as I bit one nipple hard, then flicked it repeatedly with my tongue.

“I knew you were a fucking slut, you got so wet just from sucking a strangers cock!”, I said as I leaned back, my fingers sliding underneath her lace panties to better tease her soaking wet pussy. I ripped her panties down her legs and she took the chance to try and cover up her pussy with her hands. I did not tolerate this defiance and pinned both her hands beside her head, using my torso to keep her legs spread eagle. A brief smile flashed across her face as I lined up my dick with her wetness, but she quickly resumed character and mewled, “no… please… nooo-“.

Her pleas were interrupted by my hardness driving straight into her warm, wet and incredibly tight pussy. She cried out in a mixture of surprise and ecstasy. My hips drew back, then thrust forward with greater force. As I paused to enjoy the sensation of being inside her, I could feel her attempt to wriggle free. Sadly for her, such movement only served to buck her hips against me, which impaled her deeper on my dick; with the added lubrication of her spit, I was able to bury my full length inside of her pussy.

She continued to struggle and I began pounding into her like a jackhammer. Her whimpers slowly morphed into lustful, guttural moans, punctuated by the sound of flesh colliding with flesh.

“You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you?”

She shook her head. I slapped her.

“Say it.”

Barely-audible: “I’m a dirty slut.”

“Louder”, accompanied by two thrusts.

“I’m a dirty slut!”

“LOU-DER!”, two more DEEP thrusts.

“I’M YOUR DIRTY SLUT DADDYYY”, she cried out as my cock penetrated her fully, over and over.

“Good girl.”

I felt her tighten in response to the praise, and noted my own orgasm would not be far behind. In an effort to stave off both climaxes, I withdrew from her warmth and stood up from the bed. Half-dazed, she reached out first for me, then (remembering her role) diverted towards her discarded blouse to cover herself. Before she could grab it, I dragged her to the edge of the bed and flipped her on her stomach. She grabbed helplessly at the sheets to try and flip back over, but I was quick to grab her arms and pin them behind her back. Her pussy glistened with moisture from our fucking, inviting me back inside her, and I happily obliged.

A deep moan rose from her throat as I re-entered her from behind, and I felt the final vestiges of her resistance fade away. In that moment, we both knew that her body was all mine, to use and abuse any way I wanted. This realization, along with the relentless pounding, pushed us both over the edge. She gasped her pleasure as I filled her tight pussy with load after load of cum, my mind completely blank. When I snapped back, I could still feel her pulsing beneath me, and I basked in our combined afterglow.

Finally, I stepped back and she languidly turned onto her back to rest. I stood over her and admired my handiwork: the grip marks on her arms, the hickies already forming on her gorgeous tits, the cum dripping out of her well-fucked pussy, and the blissful smile spreading across her face.