Free Decadence by Monique Miller Page A

torment; he intends to torment me. I want to hate him, but I
know I deserve it.
    As she sucks him she plays with her beautiful
breasts, pinches her succulently hard nipples. Nipples I want to
suck again. Nipples I want to taste that have a layer of Chris’s
cum on them and sweat and saliva. I want to taste it all.
    Chris moans as she sucks him. He thrusts his
cock into her mouth a little rougher as if it’s her kitty, that
stretchy juicy hole between her thighs, and she looks up at him
with big innocent brown eyes that would make anyone melt as she
swallows him deeper, sucking him with more passion.
    He reaches down and grabs one of her tits.
Rubs that fat breast, then smacks it, makes it jiggle. He massages
that same breast, takes his cock out of her mouth and leans down
and kisses her, tongues her deep, then sucks the nipple of that
same breast he’d just been toying with.
    She looks as if she wants both her mouth and
her snatch stuffed with cock. I want to see her that way. I want to
see her on her back being fucked in every hole. I want to get
fucked as she gets penetrated to the point where she has no hole
that isn’t being slammed with hard dick.
    She’s driving me fucking nuts, but I know I
can’t do anything. I know I can’t jump in. That would be breaking
too many rules. I can’t disobey Christopher. He’s my master. I must
wait for his instruction, his punishment to be issued. All I can do
is watch, be the voyeur. The tortured voyeur.
    Then I see Chris’s face. He looks as if he
has tunnel vision. He looks just as tortured as I feel.
    He looks down at her with eyes filled with
confusion and suffering and then says to her barely above a
whisper, “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
    Before he finishes the question completely he
lifts her up from where she’s been laying. He lifts her as if she’s
weightless. He’s kneeling on the bed, his cock so hard it looks
like it has a mind of its own, as if it has an idea of the
destination it wants to go as it bounces as he moves.
    He doesn’t hesitate before he impales her
with that stiff appendage. He goes inside her deep every single
time. Every single time it seems he pounds into her with more and
more force. His hard on disappears completely every single time he
enters her. Ten inches. He has a ten inch cock. A ten inch dick.
She’s taking nearly a foot of a solid pole of flesh inside her
tight little twat every second. Her hair is flying. Her tits go up
and down. Her mouth is open, but she can’t even scream. He’s
slamming into her so hard, so deep, I can hear their skin slapping
every single time he brings her cute tiny little body back in
toward him.
    He’s fucking her viciously. Savagely. With no
condom.
    I’ve never seen him so reckless. Never seen
him play Russian roulette this way before. Not with his health, his
life. He doesn’t even look like himself. I’ve never seen him fuck
the way he’s fucking her before.
    Suddenly he sits on the bed and she’s on top
of him, legs spread over his lap. He doesn’t break his vicious
rhythm. Doesn’t slow. He fucks her like he’s trying to kill her.
He’s below her, but he’s still in control. She’s not riding him,
he’s simply lifting her up and down as if she’s a beautiful five
foot two doll, bouncing her on his pole of pain. Making her scream.
She’s begging for mercy. He doesn’t listen to her pleas.
    I’m watching him. I’ve seen all this before.
I’ve seen the look on his face at least a hundred times before.
He’s about to cum and he’s about to cum hard. Harder than he did
earlier when she was sucking him, deep throating him, and he was
shooting his load in her mouth.
    He leans back against the overstuffed feather
filled pillows on the bed. He holds her down by her waist. Holds
her down, raises his own hips toward her as he pushes into her with
all his might, with strength, with his massive cock that’s about to
explode. She can’t move, and he’s as deep inside of her as