Sore Loser

“I wish I could’ve seen the look on his smug face when the verdict came down.”

“Yeah, girl, that must’ve been so nice. I mean, you won, but you also beat that douchebag.”

Sarah snickered as she sipped her drink. Around the table with her were her three best friends, Amy, Lisa, and Chloe, the quartet celebrating her recent victory in court.

“How does it feel?” Amy asked.

“Well, it always feel good to win,” she answered, “no matter who I beat.”

“But doesn’t it feel extra special,” Chloe pressed, “knowing that Drew is home crying right now?”

She shrugged, trying not to smirk.

“Oh, come on, Sarah,” Lisa cut in, “don’t hide it. It’s okay to be a little petty, you won.”

“Okay, yes, it does feel better than usual.”

“There we go,” Chloe said, throwing her arms up in vindication, “I knew it.”

“So are you going to do anything special to celebrate?” Amy asked.

She shook her head.

“The only thing special about it is that I beat Drew, and I can do that any day of the week.”

“Oooh, somebody’s confident,” Chloe cooed.

“Besides,” Lisa murmured, glancing over to the bar, “I think it’s more who Sarah is going to do than what.”

The other three women followed her gaze. A few men were gathered at the bar, but one was checking them out.

“He’s fine,” commented Chloe.

“Damn right,” agreed Lisa.

“Go talk to him,” urged Amy. “Blow off some steam, have some fun.”

“What about our night out?” she asked.

“I think we all knew how it was going to end,” Chloe said, grinning. “Each one of us going our separate ways with a different guy.”

“True,” Lisa agreed.

“Alright,” Sarah relented, draining the rest of her drink, standing to walk over.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” she heard Amy say.

Sarah stepped into her apartment, closing the door behind her, slipping her pumps off.

Ricky had been attractive indeed, but he had been a horrid conversationalist. Luckily, that had not mattered much, and after a short conversation, they had headed to the dance floor. One by one, her friends had found a guy of their own, joining her in alcohol-assisted revelry.

No doubt, Ricky had expected something more than dancing, but she had disappointed him, not even indulging in some mindless make-out. Her friends, when she had left, had been in the middle of locking lips with their chosen man.

But she had somewhere to be.

The interior of her apartment was cool and dark, but she knew the layout by heart.

A pang of hunger tickled her belly, so she padded towards the kitchen.

Just inside the door, somebody grabbed her from behind, yanking her backwards. She squealed as she was spun and pushed face-first against the wall, a strong weight pinning her. A hand snaked underneath her skirt, daring to stroke along her panties.

She squirmed, gasping helplessly as her mound was tested through the fabric. It took very little time for her juices to flow.

Just as roughly, she was spun back around, and shoved unceremoniously down to her knees.

Her eyes had begun to adjust to the smothering shadows; she caught sight of a straining prick, inches from her face. A hand came down to grasp it by the base. As if in slow motion, she watched it lift the hefty length, and bring it down on her cheek.

The slap echoed out in the silent apartment, a blush arising on her face at the treatment. More slaps followed, blows landing dismissively, the broad meat whacking insistently. Her blush deepened as her pussy streamed more juices. The arrogance and dominance oozing from this shadowy man was arousing her so much.

After the next slap, the prick slathered along her face. Pre-cum had begun to trickle from the head, smearing now across her cheeks, chin, and nose, messing up her make-up. She purred softly as a line of the tangy fluid slipped across her lips. Her tongue darted out unconsciously to gather it up, welcoming the slightly bitter taste.

The throbbing member continued its disrespectful journey. She trembled as its solid heat drummed against her cheek, inch after inch dominating her eyesight.

As the shaft slid up over her face, a musk reached her nostrils, strong and singular. It made her quiver, made her pussy clutch in anticipation. The owner of this musk grunted as he nudged his balls against her lips, his cock resting against her face. At the same moment she dutifully opened her mouth, one of her hands slid into her skirt, diving past her panties to pat at her mound.

His strained groans filled the hallway as she slurped on his sweaty flesh. The musk was stronger straight from the source, searing on her tongue, making her eyes water. Her body was reacting quickly; streams of juice were already slicking her fingers, and her nipples were like pebbles in her bra. She could not help but moan shamelessly as she sucked fervently. Drool began to collect at the corners of her lips, running down her chin, adding to the slick mess on her face.

The mystery man wound a hand into her hair. erotik film izle She squirmed, the wood floor hard on her knees but the heat of the moment keeping the discomfort far from her mind. Her fingers caressed at her wet slit, slipping inside to tickle her channel. Obscenely slick suckling sounds drummed in her ears, the auditory evidence of her own immediate submission, the wet smack of her lips on the crinkled sacks.

She broke off his balls, lines of spit connecting her mouth to them, and lapped away. Her tongue slathered along, collecting her own saliva, underlined heavily by that potent musk. Each breathe drew in more of that scent.

Her fingers worked steadily, driving up her arousal. The taste of those testicles was incredible to her. She gazed up at the mystery man, seeing those lustful eyes bearing down on her through the shadows, wondering if she looked as slutty as she felt.

“Your balls taste so good,” she gasped out, rubbing harder at her pussy.

He grunted dismissively, using his grip in her hair to force her back onto them. The dominance made her squeal around the mouthful. She slobbered onto the round orbs, massaging them with her tongue, feeling her lower lips clutch harder, the pleasure mounting higher.

An orgasm washed over her soon, making her mewl softly, trembling in the dark hallway of her apartment. Slick fluids trickled from her quivering mound out onto her fingers.

The mystery man yanked her from her prizes. They were glistening with saliva, the crinkled flesh marked here and there with her pink lipstick. Sarah barely had time to moan before he plunged his cock deep into her mouth. The length of throbbing meat rocketed over her tongue; she gagged as it struck into her throat. Her breath was cut off, but she did not care, gurgling with gusto onto that prick as the base mashed into her lips.

Patience was not this man’s forte, so he began to fuck right away. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, his hand tight in her hair, keeping her in place for his use. Her hand returned to her pussy, where she resumed her frantic stroking, driving up her lust yet again.

He pumped away in her throat, savoring the way it massaged him, the way she choked around his surging length. It only spurred him on to greater roughness. Her body was jostled, caught between the wall and his animalistic thrusting. Despite the helplessness, or rather, because of it, she was in sexual heaven, her channel clutching again in the throes of ecstasy.

She came several more times before the man pulled out. His saliva-slick cock slapped again at her face, making her shudder as he defiled her features.

And then he yanked her to her feet.

His fingers dug into the crease of her blouse, and he pulled hard, tearing it open, buttons clattering to the floor. She was too far gone to care.

He took a firm hold of her breasts, crushing the flesh between his fingers, the assertiveness and aggressiveness of his grip making her squirm, her nipples pressing into his palms. His mouth descended on her neck, sucking and nipping; she tilted her head, giving him access to more of the light brown skin.

One of his hands moved down, sneaking under her skirt to slip into her panties. She cooed, bucking her hips the moment she felt the contact against her mound, the slick wetness smearing across his fingers. Two of his fingers crooked into her channel, rubbing against the sensitive flesh, shivers running up and down her spine.

The mystery man spent several minutes enjoying the feel of her breasts, his mouth trailing down to suck a hard nipple in between his lips. As he patted at her slit, driving her lust higher, his teeth came into play here and there, mixing in pain with the pleasurable sensations. She groaned, pinned against the wall by his weight, feeling his cock brushing along her bare thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum over it. His fingers worked steadily in her pussy, slipping deeper, inciting gasps to spill from her mouth. He trapped a nipple between his teeth, shoving more pain into her nerves, her soft flesh at his mercy. An orgasm rolled over her quickly, her womanly nectar trickling out to stain his fingers.

He pulled them out and presented them to her.

She purred, seeing her liquid glistening on the digits, and sucked one eagerly into her mouth. Her own flavor assaulted her taste buds; her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she licked greedily along his offered fingers. Amusement glinted in his eyes, seeing how lewdly she dragged her tongue up the length of a finger, collecting her own dew on her tongue, swallowing it with a loud and satisfied gulp. Her eyes locked on his, reveling in the attention, feeling sluttier now as he watched her indulge. Even when his fingers were clean of her nectar, she kept licking. His free hand continued to maul at her breasts, squeezing roughly, the abundant flesh firmly in his grip.

Although he enjoyed her obedience, he wanted her degradation again, so he rudely shoved her back down to her knees.

He lifted his meaty shaft, showing film izle off his balls.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered gruffly.

She cooed, obeying immediately.

“Good slut,” he growled, shoving those swollen sacks between her lips.

The musky taste was back on her tongue as she slurped enthusiastically, touching herself again. Her saliva flowed freely, trickling down her chin to drip off, coating his balls until they shone in the low light. Panting like a bitch in heat, she nuzzled against the warm sacks, her tongue darting out to lick eagerly, collecting more muskiness. Another orgasm washed over her, her submissiveness quite the aphrodisiac for her. When she felt more of her cream settle on her fingers, she broke off his testicles, strands of saliva connecting her mouth to them, and slathered her orgasmic fluid over the crinkled flesh, making it that much more appetizing.

It was a heady mix of flavors, feminine tang combining with masculine sourness. She loved it, slobbering messily on his testicles, breaking off to nuzzle her nose into the cleft between the sacks to get a strong whiff of the combined smell. This far into their rendezvous, she was drunk on lust and submission; the scent of her ecstasy, mixed with his essence, made her spiral further downward into wild wantonness. Her hair flew about her as she gurgled happily, making the swollen orbs drip with saliva, marked even more with her pink lipstick, by now more on his flesh than her lips.

When she glanced up to him, hoping to see the lust coalescing in his eyes, she noticed that he was steadily stroking his prick, his hand wrapped tightly around it. It made her moan onto his balls, spurring him on in her mind. The promise of a hot, thick load was foremost on her mind, pushing her into another orgasm as she imagined where he would put it. The last time they had fucked, it had been in the middle of the day, and he had used her discarded panties as a makeshift cum rag, spurting his thick load straight into the cloth. When they had parted ways, his last words had been a command to wear them for the rest of the day without cleaning them. The feeling of that cooling spunk pressed to her mound had made it hard for her to focus for the day, daydreaming about more debauchery during meetings and imagining more sordid rendezvouses while she should have been working.

She stayed fixed on his testicles, still lapping away at them, shuddering as another climax tore into her. A puddle of her nectar had begun to grow below her, dripping from her cunt to the floor. He grunted, a wet sound issuing out right above her head, his hand sliding up and down on his slick shaft. Wanting to encourage him along, she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing from the effort, bathing his flesh in her spit.

Sarah Rosales was a young attorney, seen as intelligent and ambitious, having graduated at the top of her class at Brown and later very near the top at Harvard Law. The partners at the firm where she was working had told her early on that they thought she would have a bright future.

If they could see her now, they would have been shocked at how submissive and sluttish she was for this man, on her knees with her face shoved in between his legs, mouth locked onto his testicles, sucking like her life depended on it. Part of her quivered as she imagined her co-workers watching the scene, aghast but secretly very aroused. Another part of her shuddered as she pictured her girlfriends spying on her, disgusted but discretely rubbing their mounds. She could not help but giggle around a mouthful of sweaty flesh.

The mystery man yanked her off his testicles, growling as his hand sped up, stroking furiously along his length. With his grip on the back of her head, he held her face just underneath his straining manhood, aiming to spray her pretty features down with his hot cum.

“Please,” she begged, “please, do it, please, blow your fucking load all over my face, please!”

One of her hands squeezed at his muscular thigh, the other still at her cunt, stroking faster now.

“Please, fuck, please, fucking do it, please…”

He growled, eyes flashing with lust as his orgasm struck him.

She gazed up adoringly at him as the first blast rocketed out, splattering violently over her forehead. The force behind it, plus the feeling of that hot liquid sizzling onto her flesh, propelled her into another climax, her pussy seizing around her fingers, bathing them in her own cream. She cried out in time for the second blast to arc onto her tongue, her eyes rolling back in their sockets at the taste, the bitterly sweet flavor of his essence. The third blast sprayed over her right eye, plastering it shut, and then the subsequent blasts followed with no time in between, seeming more like one continuous blast than numerous. He groaned, teeth bared as the ecstasy reigned over him, her face taking blast after blast until her features were coated in a sheen of it. Several more climaxes tore into her as she was treated to a mask of creamy spunk. The last few blasts had enough time between seks filmi izle them for her to appreciate where they went, landing on her chin and her heaving breasts.

His hand left her head, letting her moan and quiver with his load on her face.

“Smile, slut.”

She obeyed, opening her mouth in a wide grin, her tongue darting out mindlessly to lick up the streams of spunk sliding sluggishly down her face.

Several flashes lighted up in the dark apartment; her hand stroked again at her slit as she imagined him looking at the pictures later.

“Can I eat your cum?” she asked, squirming, hands ready to collect a warm, creamy treat.

“No.”

She whimpered, wanting so badly to taste his load.

“Please…”

“I said no.”

His heavy footsteps sounded on the floor. She smelled his musk moments before his testicles were shoved against her cum-slicked lips.

Instinctively, she opened her mouth and drew the swollen sacks back inside, worshipping them with gusto. Some of the cum on her face dripped off to splash onto her breasts.

He let out a deep sigh from above her, enjoying the warm wetness of her mouth.

Thankfully for her, he needed a little bit of time to recover, which meant that she had that much time to suck his balls, delighting in the feel and taste, lapping away at them. Even more orgasms washed over her, the ecstasy sending her ever downwards into bestial lust. Her mind was blank, no thoughts there beyond submission and sexual slavishness. All that comprised her were desires and sensations, a purely physical existence.

The flavor of his musk was so strong that she found herself wondering if it would be imprinted on her taste buds after tonight. A large part of her wanted that, to be forever reminded of this singular flavor, to have his domination of her extend to that.

He yanked her back to her feet, interrupting her train of thought. His hands tore off her blouse and bra, leaving her top half naked. His other hand tore her skirt off, leaving only her panties. She moaned, already rubbing one of her palms over her panties, feeling how utterly soaked they were.

Having left her near naked, he shoved her back down to her knees. His hand took a fistful of her hair, and he began to stride off down the hall, dragging her behind him. She whimpered, crawling after him, cum dripping off her face. There was an ache at her temples from his firm grip, but it made her cunt clutch harder, the violence and roughness an essential ingredient in this erotic cocktail. Her hands scrabbled at the floorboards as she fought to keep up with him.

They reached her home office. With a grunt, he hauled her roughly to her feet and shoved her through the door.

She whacked into her desk; a second later, he was on her. His hand resumed its rough hold on her hair, and he used it to push her down onto the desk, her hands reaching out to take a firm grip on the edge of the desk.

“Hands behind your back,” he snarled.

Mewling whorishly, she obeyed. A metallic jangling sounded from behind her. He forced her wrists tighter together, and snapped a pair of handcuffs around them. She turned her head, resting her cheek on the cool wood, smearing his cum all over it.

Insistent fingers found her panties and tore them off, tossing them to the floor. She squirmed, waiting impatiently as he aligned his cock to her slit.

His dominance and roughness had aroused her incredibly.

So she was incredibly wet, wet enough to take him all the way in one go, from the head to the base.

Sarah cried out joyously at the feeling of all that hard meat barreling into her pussy, forcing her lower lips apart to accommodate the length of rigid flesh. An orgasm struck her at his second thrust, the cries trailing into pathetic whimpers as he showed no subtlety or restraint, hammering into her soaked channel from the get-go. The persistent pumping of his prick made it harder for her to come down from her peak; almost as soon as the first had ended, another took its place, her pussy gushing again, bathing that conquering length in womanly juices. His hands tightened on her hips, squeezing roughly as he fucked harder, pounding steadily into her drenched sex. All she could do was sob as climax after climax tore through her body, her legs kicking up helplessly, the smooth flesh of her thighs trembling and bouncing from the impacts of his fierce thrusts.

“Oh fuck yes, that feels so good, baby, fuck me hard…”

He only gave a few more thrusts, before pulling out. His hands immediately went to her ass, spreading her cheeks wide, revealing the tight asshole in between.

His intentions were suddenly clear to her. She groaned shamelessly, squirming on her desk, her mound drooling juices.

A hot pressure nudged against her sphincter. Sarah gasped, trying to glance back over her shoulder, barely able to catch sight of the lustful look on his face. The naked desire etched there was deliciously erotic.

Just a bit of pressure forced the hole to splay. Every invading inch was gleaming with her cream, well lubricated, enough to ease the passage. Her ass was no stranger to this cock, which also helped, as there was a familiarity, her insides having fit this length numerous times before.