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  She was riding a fine line between pleasure and pain, which was undoubtedly deliberate. Another one of her tests. She was seeing how much I could take without complaining.

  Every time she bottomed out I winced just a hair, biting down on my lip to keep from making too much noise.

  After a full two minutes of riding me like I was a piece of meat, Gianna took it easy on me, slowing things down a bit. She stayed atop me with my cock all the way inside of her, not moving at all for the time being. She was breathing deeply and sweating and her hair was all messed up.

  My cock was as hard as ever, having not lost once bit of stiffness since we’d started. If anything I was more excited than I had been all evening. I’d always loved being used and abused by a woman and Gianna was better at taking control than anyone I’d ever come across.

  “That was pretty damn impressive,” Gianna said. “Most men would have either tapped out or came by now.”

  “Well, fortunately I’m not like most men.”

  “I’m beginning to see that,” she said. “And it’s a good thing too, because I’m not like most women.”

  “Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I said.

  “But don’t get too cocky,” Gianna said. “You’re still not out of the woods yet. There’s still a few things I’m going to do to you before you get a chance to pay me back.”

  “Fair enough,” I said.

  “Are you ready to continue?”

  “Whenever you are.”

  Gianna grabbed ahold of my wrists and leaned forward, pinning my arms to the floor above my head. Holding them in place, staring right down at me with an intense look, she slammed her body down onto mine even harder than before, holding it there for a moment before lifting herself up and pounding down on me once again.

  She wasn’t moving quickly, instead, she was gathering herself before every thrust, intent on driving her body down onto mine aggressively with every pass, using gravity as her friend, as though trying to hammer me into the floor.

  Once I proved I could take this particular style of pounding, she released my arms and transferred her hands to my chest, pressing down on me with her palms, giving herself more leverage as she pummeled me, impaling herself on my cock.

  Gianna started moving faster again, hammering away at me, her body slamming down upon mine just as forcefully as ever but twice as fast. She looked like a woman possessed, hair bouncing everywhere, her eyes boring down on me.

  The pain and pleasure were combining to bring me ever closer to cumming, but I refused to allow myself to cross that line until Gianna did. I couldn’t be positive that was another one of her tests, but it certainly made sense.

  It got even harder for me to keep from cumming a few seconds later, however. After letting out a deep, guttural growl, Gianna ran her hands up my chest and put them around my throat, choking me as she continued bouncing up and down on my cock.

  Being manhandled like that always turned me on, and it took me right to the edge of orgasm. It took everything I had to keep from cumming, especially when she squeezed a little harder, not quite choking my breath completely but making it more difficult to get air into my lungs, even as she continued slamming down on me.

  I was a few heartbeats away from cumming now. And from the look on Gianna’s face, she was too. But still I had to make sure she got there before I did.

  So I started lifting my hips upwards into her, trying to match her aggression with my own, hammering my cock up into her as hard as I could with every thrust.

  Luckily for me, it worked. Gianna closed her eyes tight and took a deep breath, holding it in while she squeezed my throat even tighter, completely cutting off my breath, then hammered herself down onto me one last time and held her body there, completely engulfing my cock, her ass pushing down on my hips as she froze up for a moment before releasing everything at the same time.

  Gianna’s eyes flashed open and her breath came bursting out in the form of a sharp, piercing scream. Her pussy gushed juices, drenching my cock, and her body shivered and shook for a few seconds before falling still. And she let go of my throat, allowing me to breathe.

  That last part was what put me over the edge. I’d been holding out for as long as possible, and when she released my throat I couldn’t help but cum, shooting my seed up into her as she sat atop me, my cock still deep in her pussy.

  Smiling, Gianna slowly grinded her hips against me, eliciting every last bit of sperm from my cock before climbing up off me.

  “Well,” I asked. “How did I do?”

  “Great,” Gianna said, grinning evilly down at me.

  “So is this session officially over? Is it my turn to take control?”

  “Almost,” Gianna said. “There’s just one more thing you need to do.”

  “What’s that?” I said, sitting up at the waist.

  “You’ll see,” she said, walking towards me, her grin still wide. She bent down and put her hands on my shoulders, forcing me to the floor once again. Once I was lying on my back she threw one leg over me, straddling me with one foot on either side of my head, her pussy (which was still full of my cum) hovering directly above me.

  “I don’t know about this,” I said, suddenly apprehensive as I saw where this was going.

  “Don’t be such a wimp,” she said, staring down at me. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

  “Says you,” I said.

  “I’m still in charge until the session is over,” she said. “If you want your turn, you have to do exactly as I say.”

  “Fine,” I said, part of me actually excited at being debased like this. Besides, the worse she did to me, the easier it would be for me to get super nasty with her. And I told her as much.

  “Why do you think I’m doing this?” she said, standing over me with her pussy directly above me. It was already starting to leak my cum. “So you’ll take it out on me by getting rougher than you ever have before.”

  “If that’s the plan, it’s going to work,” I said.

  “That’s the whole point,” she said. “So, are you game?”

  I took a deep breath. “Fine,” I said. “Do what you need to do.”

  Her smile growing wider, Gianna turned around so she was facing away from me, her head towards my feet, then squatted down, her ass and pussy hovering right above my face. I closed my eyes just as the first drop of my cum dripped out of her pussy and onto my face. There were a couple more drops, then Gianna dropped her ass onto my face and started grinding against it.

  She didn’t ride my face as aggressively as before but she didn’t take it easy on me either, digging her pussy into my nose and mouth rubbing back and forth against my face, coating me with a combination of both our juices.

  “That’s a good boy,” she said while smothering me. “Take that cum on your face and in your mouth. Now stick out your tongue and get it in there. I want you to clean my pussy out.”

  I did as I was told, only somewhat reluctantly. What she was doing to me was demeaning. It was filthy and perverted as hell. Not to mention disgusting. But for some reason it turned me on, and not only because it opened up the possibilities of what I could do to Gianna when I had control. Maybe deep down I just liked being forced to do things that I didn’t really want to do. But no matter what the reason, I found myself getting into it.

  “There you go,” Gianna said, no longer grinding against me but just sitting on my face while I worked my tongue into her pussy. “Show me how much you want to be with me. Prove it to me.”

  I lapped at her insides for what seemed like forever, my excitement growing all the while. I realized my cock was hard once again.

  Gianna noticed it too. “What’s this?” she said, bending over and taking my hard cock in her hand. “You’re actually enjoying yourself? I have to admit I’m impressed.”

  I was too but my mouth was too full to say anything.

  “In fact, I’m going to reward your newfound enthusiasm,” she said.

  Before I could wonder how sh
e was going to do that I felt a warmth around my cock and realized she’d stuck it in her mouth.

  Gianna went to town on my cock while she continued to grind on my face, working it with her hand and mouth at the same time, bouncing her head up and down on it like a jackhammer, taking it balls deep with every pump.

  Maybe because it was so soon after I’d just came or maybe Gianna was just really good at sucking cock, but her mouth around my cock felt better than any blowjob I’d ever gotten before. It was sloppy and wet and aggressive and absolutely perfect.

  My excitement fully ramped up once again, I went to work more vigorously on her pussy, no longer caring about what had grossed me out just moments before. I got my hands into the act too, putting them on her asscheeks and spreading them wide, giving me deeper access to her insides.

  Gianna responded by deepthroating me, holding my cock deep inside her throat for a full ten seconds before letting it go to catch her breath. But she barely paused for air before going back to work on my cock, blowing me with just as much intensity as before.

  She was doing such an incredible job that it wasn’t long before I was ready to blow my load once again. I’d had multiple orgasms in one session before, but never so close together. It was quite a feat that Gianna could make me cum again so soon after shooting my first load.

  “Holy fuck,” I said, lifting her pussy off my face just long enough to warn her about it. “I’m gonna fucking cum again.”

  If Gianna heard me she didn’t acknowledge my words. She just kept on blowing me as aggressively as before, getting both hands into it at the same time, her mouth bouncing up and down on my cock in a quick, rapid rhythm.

  Figuring I’d given her fair warning, I went back to work on her pussy, licking and sucking and exploring it with my tongue while my orgasm got closer and closer.

  And then I was there.

  I groaned beneath her as my body froze up for a moment before releasing, sending cum shooting out of my cock for the second time in less than five minutes. The explosion was more intense than earlier but didn’t last as long. Three pumps, no more, all of which Gianna took in her mouth, not letting go of my cock until after I’d finished releasing all my sperm.

  Once I was done, she climbed off me and sat down on the floor next to me. Her mouth was slightly open and I could see a reservoir of my cum inside. I sat up at the waist to get a better view of what I knew was to come.

  Gianna flashed me a little smile then tilted her head back and swallowed my cum down in one gulp.

  I laughed under my breath and shook my head, amazed at Gianna’s filthiness. And I knew it was only the tip of the iceberg, which was even more exciting.

  “You’re one hell of a nasty girl,” I said. I meant it as a compliment and she took it that way.

  “I appreciate the kind words,” she said. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”

  “Why thank you,” I said with mock seriousness. “I have to admit though, I was a little surprised there at the end. I thought this session was all about you.”

  “It was,” she said. “But I just figured if you were willing to eat your own cum, the least I could do is match you,” she said, smiling at me.

  “Sounds fair to me,” I said. “So, I have to ask: Is this session officially over?”

  “Yes it is,” she replied. “It’s now your turn to do whatever you want to me.”

  I smiled. “Well, first of all, I want us to both start drinking. That will allow me to open up more, not to mention, give me a little time to recover.”

  “That sounds great,” Gianna said. “You relax and I’ll go open up a bottle of wine.”

  ROUND TWO

  “Should I open another bottle?” Gianna asked. It had been forty minutes since we finished up the first session and had already finished two bottles of wine. We didn’t bother getting cleaned up or even putting on any clothes. We just sat there, on her couch, naked and gross, drinking wine and talking.

  “Nope,” I said. “I’m ready.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive,” I said, feeling great. The wine had loosened me up considerably. “But I have to warn you, now that I’m lubed up, it’s going to be much easier for me to pay you back for what you did to me there at the end of the last session.”

  “I know,” Gianna said. “Whether or not you take things far enough is a whole different story.”

  “I’m just worried I’m going to take it too far,” I said.

  “There’s no such thing as too far,” she replied. And from the look on her face, she meant it too.

  “We’ll just see about that.”

  “Yes we will,” Gianna said. “Yes we will indeed.”

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked.

  “Positive,” she replied. “Are you?”

  “Fuck yeah,” I said.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, leaning back on the couch.

  I didn’t have a good answer, so I dropped to my knees in front of her and slid my hand up the inside of her thigh.

  I started Gianna off slowly, with two fingers inside her pussy, moving them back and forth, rubbing the underside of her clit, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed. After I was banging away at her pretty good, I curled my fingers, allowing me to hit her G-spot while continuing to work my hand inside her, moving it more quickly with every thrust.

  “I have to say, this wasn’t quite what I was expecting,” Gianna said softly between moans.

  “I learned this little trick from you,” I said, grinning up at her.

  “What’s that?” she asked. “How to finger a woman’s pussy? I don’t think I taught you that one.”

  “Not that,” I said. “The trick of making your partner feel good early on so they’ll be more willing to do what you want as the session goes forward.”

  “Oh yeah,” she said, flashing me a smile. “That’s a good one.”

  “Which is exactly why I’m borrowing it,” I said, going back to work on her pussy.

  Once Gianna was nice and warmed up, I threw one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle of penetration. She lifted her hips up to help the cause, granting me deeper access to her insides.

  Low groans were coming from her mouth and her breathing rate was increasing with every passing second. She was obviously enjoying herself, which was good. It meant that my plan was working so far.

  Reaching around her leg with my free hand, I grabbed one of her huge, amazing tits and gave it a rough squeeze. Her eyes opened wider for a moment and her face glazed over with excitement.

  “You like that, do you?” I said.

  Gianna nodded.

  “That’s good to know,” I said, switching over to her other breast and giving it the same treatment while continuing to bang away at her insides with my fingers.

  I released her tit and reared back and gave it a slap, right on the nipple.

  “Fuck yeah,” Gianna said, staring right at me. “Do it again.”

  So I did, harder this time.

  “That’s right,” she said. “Smack my fucking tits. Slap me around like I’m your little playtoy. Do whatever you want to me.”

  “I’m going to,” I said as I continued smacking away at her tits, one and then the other while her groans grew ever louder and more intense.

  Wanting to push the envelope even further, I slipped another finger inside her pussy, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure. I grabbed her ankle and pushed her leg back towards her head, pressing it against the back of the couch, folding one side of her body in half, then I forced my fingers deeper inside her, pushing through the tightness caused by my third finger.

  “Goddamn that feels fucking good,” she said as I slammed my fingers into her pussy hard enough to make my forearm burn. “Right there, right fucking there!”

  Lots of women got off more quickly from fingers than from cocks, especially when done right, and Gianna was no exception. With me finger-fucking her with reckless aband
on with one hand and my other hand roughly working her tits, it wasn’t long before she was cumming.

  Her body tensed beneath me for a moment—her legs freezing and her breath catching in her throat—before releasing. As the orgasm passed through her, Gianna let out a series of curses and her legs twitched and her head shook from side to side.

  But I didn’t stop finger-banging her. I didn’t even slow down. If anything, I sped things up, hammering away at her harder than ever.

  “Holy fuck!” she cried, still not quite recovered from her orgasm. She grabbed my arm, presumably to pull my fingers out of her pussy, but I yanked it away and held it down at her side.

  “No, no,” I said. “I’m not through with your pussy yet. Just sit back and take it. Understand?”

  Gianna nodded her head vigorously. Her eyes were opened wide and sweat was gathering on her forehead and her hair was all messed up.

  “Do whatever you want to me,” she said.

  “Don’t worry,” I replied. “I intend to.” Just to punctuate the point, I slipped a fourth finger inside her pussy.

  “Holyshitmotherfucker,” she said breathlessly, making it all sound like one word. “They don’t all fit in there.”

  “Yes they do,” I said, slowly working my fingers, loosening her up more and more, stretching her pussy out. “See, they fit in there just fine.”

  Gianna started shaking her head back and forth but I knew she wanted to be controlled like this, to be made to do whatever I wanted. And even if she didn’t, we agreed beforehand that this was my session to do what I wanted. Her discomfort was all part of my plan. And it was working to perfection.

  “Take it,” I said, staring down at her as my fingers moved further inside her, constantly seeking out deeper access.

  “I can’t,” she said.

  “Yes you can,” I replied. “You’re a big girl. You can take whatever I can dish out, remember?”

  “I was wrong,” Gianna said.

  “No you weren’t,” I said. “You’re doing great. You can handle it.”

  “Okay,” Gianna said. “I’ll try.”