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  I let her bounce her ass back against me one more time before taking control again, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them wide before pounding away, my hips slamming into her with more force than ever before.

  “Is this what you want?” I asked, my voice harsh but still playful. “You want me to open you up and pummel you like a fucking whore?”

  “What I want is for you to fuck me like a man,” she said, turning back to glare at me. “Not a little boy.”

  Her trash-talking riled me up even further. Smiling like a devil, I grabbed her arms, crossed them over each other, and held them against her back.

  “That’s right,” she said, her head still turned back at me. “Own me. Make me your bitch.”

  With my eyes locked onto hers, I did just that, slamming into her with as much force as I could muster. Her moans turned to screams as I pounded away at her pussy, hammering on her so hard that she flinched every time I bottomed out.

  I pushed down on her upper body, forcing her head to the floor. Holding her arms behind her back with one hand and her face to the floor with the other, I fucked her with every ounce of aggression I had, taunting her the entire time.

  “Is this how you want it?” I said, almost yelling by now. “Ass up in the air and face to the floor while I hammer you with my cock?”

  “That’s exactly how I want it!” she screamed. “Punish me! Fucking destroy me! I deserve it!”

  I gave it to her just like that for another thirty seconds or so before I had to back away. I was too close to orgasm to keep it up for much longer and I wanted to fuck with her some more before I finished up. So I stood up pulling my cock out of her pussy.

  “Come taste yourself,” I said, looking down at her.

  Being the good little slut that she was, Jamie knew exactly what I was talking about. She spun and scooted over towards me rose up on her knees and started licking my cock up and down, cleaning it of all her juices.

  “I taste so fucking good,” she said, looking up at me with a nasty little smile on her face and her hand wrapped around my shaft.

  “Stop talking and start sucking,” I said.

  She glared at me but didn’t say anything, attacking my cock again, this time taking it in her mouth and sucking on it with her lips sealed tight, creating a vacuum-like seal.

  It felt good; too good in fact. If I let her do it for very much longer I was going to cum. And I still had some things I wanted to do to her before we were finished. So I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked on her head, pulling her head off my cock.

  Jamie looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a little half-smirk on her lips.

  “Almost finished up there, did you?” she said.

  “No,” I lied. “I just want to mix things up a little.”

  “Sure,” she said, drawing the word out. “You can tell yourself whatever you want but we both know the truth.”

  “The truth is I’m not through with you yet,” I said. “Now shut your mouth and try to keep from falling on your face.”

  I turned and starting walking towards the couch, dragging Jamie along by her hair. She crawled on her hands and knees like an animal, struggling to keep up with me. She avoided falling, but just barely.

  Once we arrived at the couch, I reached down and picked her up. Then I spun her around and dropped her on the couch, so her head was lying on the cushion, her face looking up towards the ceiling and her feet up in the air.

  “Don’t fucking move,” I said, then I climbed onto the couch and turned so I was facing her. Straddling her face, I sat down, my ass on the upper part of her chest, my cock lying on her chin right below her mouth.

  “What are you going to do now?” she asked, still flashing attitude even though she was in a compromising position.

  “Whatever I want,” I said. “Do you have a problem with that?”

  “Only if you cum before you fuck me again.”

  “Don’t worry, I promise to stick my cock in your pussy at least one more time before I cum on your face.”

  “On my face?” she said. “I figured you were going to cum in my mouth.”

  “I’m sure I can sneak a little in there if that’s what you want,” I said.

  “Either way is fine with me, as long as—”

  “I fuck you again before I cum,” I said, lifting my body off of her and scooting forward until my groin was hovering right above her face. “Yeah, yeah, I got that part. Now open your mouth and try not to talk any shit for once.”

  Surprisingly, Jamie did as she was told.

  “That’s a good girl,” I said, as I dropped my balls into her mouth. Staring down at her, I jerked myself off as she sucked on my balls. The feeling was intense, consisting of just the right combination of pleasure and pain.

  “Fuckin-A you’re good at that,” I said, taking the opportunity to talk a little shit of my own now that her mouth was full. With my balls still in her mouth, I pressed my cock down against her face, holding it lengthwise alongside the side of her nose and rubbing it on her forehead and over her eyes.

  Looking down at her, our eyes locked together, I lifted myself up in an attempt to extract my balls from her mouth. She refused to release them, holding on with her mouth, stretching my ballsack to it’s limits before reluctantly letting go with a pop.

  “You just never quit trying to push buttons, do you?” I said.

  Jamie shrugged and flashed me a wicked smile but for once didn’t say anything.

  I laughed softly and shook my head. “You’re a real a piece of work, you know that, right?”

  “Look who’s talking,” she replied.

  “Fair enough,” I said. I smacked her with my cock a few times then stuck it in her mouth. I fucked her face using long, slow strokes, giving her my entire cock each time.

  “You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” I asked, staring down at her.

  She nodded as best she could considering the situation.

  I grabbed her head and held it in place against the cushion and started to pump her mouth with more speed, slamming my cock in and out like a jackhammer, giving it to her balls deep every time.

  She coughed and gagged but didn’t complain, even as my balls slapped up against the bottom of her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth.

  I could have easily cum right then and there but I’d promised her that I’d fuck her again before I finished up, and despite all my faults I’m a man who sticks by his promises, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and grabbed her under the arms and slid her body down to the floor.

  “Are you ready to get fucked?” I asked, looking down at Jamie. Her shoulders and neck were on the floor and her legs were still up on the couch.

  She nodded.

  I grabbed ahold of her legs and pushed them down until her knees were pressed against the floor, one on either side of her head, essentially folding her in half.

  She’d obviously been in this position before, as she wrapped her arms around her legs to keep them in place without being told. Squatting, I guided my cock into her pussy. She grimaced and let out a little yelp but didn’t protest, even as I forced my cock deeper inside her.

  “That’s it,” she said. “Break my fucking pussy. Break it in half. Turn me inside out.”

  Egged on by her dirty mouth, I grabbed her knees and pulled them apart, opening her up even more, and proceeded to lay into her, dropping my body down onto her with enough force to cause her to flinch at the bottom end of each thrust.

  As I climbed those final few steps toward orgasm, I tapped into the last reserves of my energy and pounded her with all the intensity I could muster. She took everything I had to offer, staring directly up at me the entire time. She was no longer talking shit, no longer talking at all, really, just making loud, guttural, animal noises, having finally lost her ironic distance from the situation.

  This, more than anything, put me over the edge. The idea that I could break through Jamie’s walls of detachment and bring her into th
e moment instead of allowing her to observe it from afar was the best thing that had happened all afternoon.

  I slammed into her a couple more times, then climbed off of her and stepped forward so one foot was on either side of her head. Squatting, I aimed my cock at her face and jerked myself off.

  “Give it to me,” she said. “Paint my fucking face with your cum.”

  And so I did, shooting my load all over her, streams of milky sperm splashing against her nose, cheeks, and into her open mouth. Her face was covered in white globs, her pretty eyes sparkling behind them, her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

  As I stood there recovering, she sat up and grabbed ahold of my cock and sucked on the tip, pulling the last few drops out of it before dropping her hand away.

  “Not too bad for an old man,” she said. “I’m not going to lie though, I was expecting you to get a little rougher with me.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, you know, playing with my asshole or slapping me around or choking me, stuff like that.”

  “I had no idea you were into that sort of thing.”

  “I’m into it all,” she said, wiping a bit of my cum off her face with her finger and then sticking it in her mouth. “The rougher the better.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” I said.

  “Next time? What about right now?”

  I looked down at her. “You want to go at it again?”

  “Hell yes,” she said. “I’m just getting warmed up.”

  I laughed and shook my head. This girl truly was a freak.

  “I wish I could,” I said. “But I have some shit I have to get done.”

  “That’s too bad,” Jamie said. “Because I’m still rearing to go.” Her hand went down to her pussy and she started rubbing it. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to top me off.”

  The idea that she was going to find another man to finish what I’d started should have pissed me off but instead it just turned me on more. It made me realize that I had only just started to tap the depths of her depravity. Besides, it’s not like I thought I was the only guy she was fucking. But still, I would be lying if I said it didn’t annoy me just a little bit. It was one thing to share her with another man but another thing altogether to know that she was going to be calling someone else as soon as I left.

  “You need it that bad, huh?” I said as I pulled my clothes on.

  She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.

  “Then I’ll tell you what,” I said. “You keep yourself busy for a few hours, and once I’m done doing what I need to do I’ll come back over here and finish you off myself. Okay?”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I need it pretty bad. I’m not sure if I can hold out until tonight.”

  “I’m sure you can find a way to keep yourself satisfied,” I said as I tied my shoes.

  “I’ll try,” she said. “But I’m not making any promises.”

  She was still sporting the attitude but I was pretty sure she was just fucking with me. But in the end, it didn’t really matter whether or not she had another guy over while I was gone. I was coming back for more that night, either way. I knew it and she knew it, and there was no reason to pretend otherwise.

  “Just do your best,” I said, heading for the door. I only had a few minutes to spare and I knew if I didn’t leave now I wouldn’t leave at all. “And I’ll see you tonight.”

  She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and waved goodbye, then slipped them into her mouth. I laughed again, then turned and headed towards the door. It was going to be a long couple of hours.

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  PUNISHING THE TEEN

  FILTHY LITTLE TEEN: VOLUME TWO

  BROCK LANDERS

  I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Jamie. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.

  “Hey Jamie, what’s up?” I said.

  “Are you busy?” she replied.

  “Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”

  “Do you have a problem bailing on them?”

  I laughed. Jamie wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 18-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.

  “Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.

  “Well, let’s just put it this way,” Jamie said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”

  “I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Jamie was. It simply wasn’t possible.

  #

  I showed up at Jamie’s door half an hour later.

  “It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Jamie it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.

  “Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.

  “Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties, and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Jamie was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.

  I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.

  “So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.

  She nodded.

  “What did you do this time?” I asked.

  “I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”

  I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Jamie it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.

  “Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.

  “What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 18-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Jamie scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”

  I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Jamie couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted. She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all t
he buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.

  “So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.

  “No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”

  “Fine,” Jamie said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.

  “That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”

  She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.

  “So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”

  She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into character.

  “Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.

  Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”

  “You think so, huh?”

  She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”

  “You’re sure about that?”