The Heart System

Chapter 912: Chapter 912

I straightened up again, grabbed both of her cheeks, and spread them wide so I could watch my cock disappear into the tight pink hole over and over. The sight alone made my stomach tighten. I fucked her faster, shorter and harder strokes that made her soft ass ripple with every impact. Carrie was moaning constantly now, the sounds broken and needy.

I reached under her with one hand and found her clit, rubbing firm circles over it while I kept pounding her ass. The dual sensation made her whole body jerk.

”That’s right,” I groaned. ”Play with that clit while I use this tight fucking hole. I want to feel you cum with my cock buried in your ass.”

Her moans climbed higher. Her asshole started fluttering and clenching around me in short, rhythmic pulses. I could tell she was getting close again. I kept the same hard pace, rubbing her clit faster, occasionally giving her ass a sharp slap that made the flesh bounce.

”You’re going to cum for me like this,” I told her, voice rough. ”Ass full of cock, clit getting rubbed, face down on a dirty motel bed like the dirty girl you are. Do it. Cum on my cock.”

Carrie’s arms gave out. She dropped onto her elbows, forehead pressed against the sheets, and came hard with a long, trembling cry. Her asshole locked down around my cock in powerful, milking spasms, the already crushing tightness becoming almost overwhelming for several seconds. A fresh rush of wetness spilled from her empty pussy onto the bed. She shook under me, soft broken sounds still leaving her throat while the orgasm rolled through her in waves.

I kept fucking her through every pulse, slower now but still deep, feeling the way her hole fluttered and squeezed around my shaft until the strongest contractions finally started to fade. Even then I stayed buried to the hilt, one hand stroking her back, the other still gently rubbing her oversensitive clit while she trembled and tried to catch her breath with my cock still stretching her open.

”Hmm... fuck, so tight.” I groaned.

I pulled out of her ass with a wet sound. Carrie let out a soft, empty whimper at the sudden loss. I climbed fully onto the bed, grabbed her by the hips, and pushed her flat onto her stomach. She went easily, cheek pressed against the thin motel sheets, soft tits flattened under her, the black babydoll still bunched uselessly around her waist. Her ass stayed raised just enough from the natural curve of her back.

I shifted so that I was kneeling over her thighs, then planted one bare foot firmly against the side of her face, the sole of my foot pressing her cheek harder into the mattress. The position left her completely pinned and open. Her arms were trapped under her own body. All she could do was take whatever I gave her.

”Look at you. Obeying me like a good slut.”

”Yes... I’m your slut...”

I gripped my cock, still shiny with her juices, lined the thick head back up with her stretched hole, and pushed in hard. Carrie’s mouth opened in a silent gasp as I sank all the way to the hilt in one long thrust. The tight heat swallowed me completely. I didn’t give her time to adjust this time. I started fucking her hard and deep right away, using the full strength of my hips.

The new angle made everything filthier. With her face pinned under my foot and her body flat against the bed, every thrust drove her into the mattress. Her soft ass jiggled and rippled with every impact. The wet, heavy slap of my hips against her cheeks filled the cheap room. I kept my foot pressed firmly against her face the entire time, toes resting near her eye, the weight of it reminding her exactly where she was and what she was for right now.

”That’s it,” I muttered, voice rough as I pounded into her. ”Flat on your stomach with my foot on your face like a fucking doormat while I use this tight little asshole. Look at you. Taking every inch without even being able to move.”

Carrie could only moan into the sheets. The sound was muffled and broken. I fucked her harder, short and vicious strokes that made the bed creak under us. One hand stayed on the small of her back, keeping her pinned, while the other reached under her to roughly squeeze one of her soft tits against the mattress.

”You walked into this shitty motel with a plug in your ass and no panties just so a man who isn’t your husband could do this to you,” I said between thrusts. ”Could fold you open and fuck your asshole while he steps on your face. What does that make you, Carrie?”

She tried to answer but only managed a high, choked sound. I pressed my foot a little harder against her cheek and kept slamming into her. Her hole was still incredibly tight, the silky walls gripping and fluttering around my cock with every stroke. The sight of my shaft disappearing between her soft cheeks while she lay completely helpless under my foot made my stomach tighten.

”Say it,” I ordered, never slowing down. ”Tell me what you are while I rearrange this slutty little hole.”

”A... a dirty girl...” she managed, voice shaky and muffled against the sheets and my foot. ”Your dirty girl... fuck... your cock feels so deep like this...”

”That’s right. My dirty fucking girl. The married woman who comes to a motel that smells like cigarettes and cum just to get her asshole stretched open. You love this position, don’t you? Face down, ass up, some man’s foot on your cheek while he uses you like a toy.”

I shifted my weight and started fucking her even harder, the wet sound of her ass taking me growing louder and filthier. Every thrust forced a short, punched-out moan out of her. Her soft body rocked against the mattress. I could feel her starting to tighten again around my cock, the already crushing heat fluttering in short, desperate pulses.