I know everyone has been clamoring for the more physical stuff to happen in this story, and at last, it has arrived. I hope it will be worth the wait.
"I really don't get what you're trying to do here…"
"Just trust me…" Freddie whispered as he pulled her through the crowd. As the two teenagers moved amongst the seas of people, both of them could feel the looks that fell on them, mostly because of Sam.
At Freddie's selection, Sam was wearing heels, and a dress he handpicked for her and anyone who had a pair of eyes could tell it was an absolute stunner. It was a tight, jagged designed blue and black number that ended at her knees and hugged every little curve like it was painted on. The front was a little more modest, only showing a bit of cleavage, but there was no question that her ass was the star of the show tonight.
"I feel like people are just leering at me…" Sam said, feeling a little uncomfortable with the setup. "Not to mention that we are like the youngest people in this place by at least a couple years."
"I just needed you to see something… to understand it…" Freddie said, holding her hand as he led her to the dancefloor. "You know me and my grand attempts at sending a message."
"Correct me if I'm wrong," Sam said, finding her feet moving a bit on their own as the club music pumped, keeping her face close to Freddie's. "But didn't the last grand attempt you made end with your girlfriend diving face first into another girl?"
"Which led to them finally being happy with one another, and brought Tori into my life which I am pretty grateful for…" he fired back, noticing a little twitch in her face when Tori's name popped up. "But this isn't about them… it's about you."
"And the point of this is…" she asked, suddenly finding herself twirled around as his hands wrapped around her waist.
"The other day, you looked me in the eye and you said something that wasn't remotely true," he whispered in her ear, rocking her body slowly against his, slowly finding the rhythm of the pounding music. Sam's heart always skipped a beat when he'd hold her close like this, and despite feeling really awkward, dressed completely outside her comfort zone, and being eyed, she never felt more at home than pressed against his chest, held warmly in his arms. "You said that no other guy would want you."
Sam really wanted to argue and tell him he was right, but she was under his control now and so all she could do was admit and agree she indeed said it. "Yeah…"
"Look around this room, Princess..." he hissed the end of his nickname for her, knowing it would drive her crazy in more than a couple ways. His hands slid up and down her sides, lightly grazing the edge and swell of her breasts, but never going much higher, knowing that just this was making her breathing erratic. "This whole place is filled with people, wall to wall men who are desperate to find the perfect woman, whether it's for a night or a lifetime… they are here and since you walked in the door, every single eye has gone to you."
"Because I look silly and-"
"No," he firmly growled, pulling her tightly against him, her ass pressing snugly against the front of his pants, allowing her to feel exactly how attracted he was to her. "You look like a goddess come to earth. Those smooth flawless stems growing up into a body that could not be more built for making love to… that ass of yours that doesn't get enough credit… that looks incredible in those tight jeans you wear, but tonight, it's something else entirely. The fact that I've resisted touching it this long is a miracle…"
"I wouldn't stop you…" she whispered, mewing as he ground slightly against her, not overtly to gain attention, but enough that she knew exactly what he wanted. "And my legs are-"
"Your legs are going to be an appetizer for me later… before I put them over my shoulders and dive into the ideal midnight snack…" he taunted, causing a slight shiver in her aching body. She felt some moistness and eagerness when he started dancing with her, but now, she was doing all she could not to soak her underwear. His hands moved up to her arms, stroking along them, causing as much as curing the goosebumps he left in his wake. "Your golden hair is a perfect frame for that beautiful face, with those gorgeous and sweet eyes and those addictively kissable lips. And I could probably write poems about that chest of yours that you're hiding a bit tonight…"
"You picked this out, Fredwa… Freddie…" Sam found herself correcting her words, fearing that the slightest wrong thing could bring this fantasy moment to a screeching halt. "I'm not the one hiding something when you wanted me to wear it. For the record I want to hear some poetry later."
"Fair point… perhaps I'm a little selfish…" he grinned, kissing her earlobe to make her squirm, which only led him to hold tighter. "But back to what I was saying… you have a strength that is unbridled and an overwhelming need to wear one, to be restrained and to be cared for and doted on."
"What does that have to do with my body?" she desperately held back her moan. "I thought you were telling me why the guys are staring."
"Your perfect little body is a shell that barely holds back what really lies under the surface… what you truly are…" his words slithered through her ear and into her brain as he pulled her closer. "You talk about no one wanting you but you are an ideal for anyone. It's not that guys don't want you… it is that you are better than what most of them want for you…"
"And what do you want for me…" she spoke, eyes now closed and her lip quivering as his lips traced her ear.
"I want the best for you. I want you to be happy and to find the perfect balance for your life because I think you are a little lost now. And that's why you think people don't want you…" Freddie tightened his grip and flipped her back around to face him, kissing her forehead. "You think that you don't deserve love but you do. You deserve it more than anyone in this whole place, I'll bet. And I will do everything in my power to make sure you are loved. Thoroughly, and often."
Sam let out a soft coo when his hand suddenly dipped down to her ass, and grazed just at the swell. "Mmmhmm…"
"As for that poetry..." he grinned, moving down to her neck, displacing her hair for a moment to kiss along her pulse points. "You will understand true poetry when we get back to my room. I'll have a sharpened tongue at the ready as I make you feel what words cannot describe…"
"Fuck…" Sam sighed, almost shaking from her overwhelming desire. "I don't know if I can wait that long… I really need you…"
"You've got to learn to be patient…" he taunted, knowing he felt much of the same way, but he could hide his desire a bit better. He knew she was weak to certain ideas and words and she deserved to suffer a little for her lack of faith in herself. So he continued to whisper and growl her innermost fantasies right at her. "You seriously think I would just take you here on the dancefloor? That I would spin you back around and grind against that peach of a posterior? That I could just hike that little dress up, with one hand and undo my zipper with the next? Then pull that slutty thong to the side and pull myself out and… you know, I bet you're slick enough right now that I could just shove it all in, and bounce you on my cock to the beat… I could fuck your pretty little brains out among all these people and next to no one would know… only those who could hear your screams over the music."
"F-F-Frredddiiiee…" Sam nearly mewed, on the verge of crying from how hot her body was getting and it was like head to toe poison ivy with the itching desire for him to fulfill those words.
"Or maybe now that you've gotten your confidence up, you'd like to see how much all those guys want you…" he teased, turning her around, and forcing her to look around her, catching seemingly hungry eyes every other second. "I bet if you offered yourself to someone, there'd be a line around the block… maybe two blocks to just touch you, let alone all the other stuff they would do…"
"No one else…" she whispered, almost in a defiant growl, working to turn herself back around to look him in the eyes to make sure he understood. "No one else gets to touch me… no man, at least… not like you do. I told you my body was yours time after time, and I meant it as much as I mean it now."
Freddie looked deep into her loving and frustrated eyes, and he could see that deep down she knew that this was about trying to help her put herself out there and to find someone else to make her happy, but he wasn't lying when he said he was selfish. He did want her and more and more he couldn't think of his life without Sam in it, and while he felt like he had found his soulmate in Jade, and there was something perfect about Tori… Sam wasn't far from that. He had mentally worn himself out trying to separate himself from the idea that Sam was just like the others, but maybe she was. The same, but different. He wanted her to be happy and every carnal piece of him wanted her in every way imaginable. She was devoted to him and that's what made this so hard. To spend all that time fighting the idea that Sam may be just as much the one as Tori and Jade, when maybe it was worth exploring. He couldn't tell her just yet that he felt that way, but the idea wasn't going anywhere.
"You talked all that game about me and my perfect body and wanting me…" Sam said in a huff. "I need to know right now… was that just to boost me up so I felt better and I could pursue other things… or was it the complete truth?"
The former tech producer remained still for a moment, taking stock of everything rushing through his head and then he grabbed her wrist and took off toward the back of the club. "Come."
Freddie maintained a firm grip around Sam's wrist as he walked down a service hallway for a quick exit of the club, intending to show Sam exactly how desirable she was in the back seat of his car. However, he noticed to his right, a service closet. He stopped and tried the handle, seeing if it was locked or not. The handle turned without a problem with a satisfying click and he pushed open the door. He fumbled his hand inside the dark room until he found a light switch, immediately illuminating the small room.
They saw that it was kept fairly neat with everything in place on the two shelve stands, one against each wall, with one flat wall opposite the door. Freddie only took a second to make sure it was big enough for what he had in mind. He vaguely recalled all the stories about the infamous Janitor's Closet at Hollywood Arts that Jade had shared with him. He didn't give the stories a second thought as he had something else in mind or perhaps exactly the same idea that Jade and Tori had shared a couple times since they secretly got together. He pulled her inside then let go of Sam's wrist to close and lock the door behind them.
For a moment, neither of them moved nor spoke, as if a sudden movement too soon could ruin the moment. Taking a quick breath, Freddie turned back to face Sam and she immediately wrapped her arms over his shoulders and behind his neck to pull him into a deep kiss, her body hungrily pressing into his. He returned her forceful kiss, moving his hands to her hips to take control then surprised her by quickly turning her in place.
"You really don't believe everything I told you out on that dancefloor is the truth?" he said, reaching into her blonde hair to pull her head to the side, opening her neck for easy access.
"Well," Sam sucked in a breath knowing that she was at his mercy and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she was scared she was right. "I know you want me to be happy and I know you don't want me to-"
"Then I will make you a believer…" he growled, interrupting her as he dug his mouth into her neck, deeply kissing her pulse point and his hands moved up her dress to cup her breasts through the thin material. The dark material had hidden it, but as his fingers traced over her incredible orbs, there was no doubt she was not only braless, but that her hardened peaks ached for his attention.
She was so enraptured by his actions that she barely noticed that he was slowly moving her forward, pushing her so gently, and keeping her so off balance with his wild touch and taste routine that she could barely register the slick stone wall in front of her before she was pressed against it.
Freddie's hands slipped from her chest down to her sides, pushing her gently more and more against the wall, his abdomen thrust forward so she couldn't help feeling his hardening length through his pants. They stayed like that for nearly 30 seconds before Sam couldn't deal with it any longer.
"Please don't tease me like this…" Sam braced her hands on the cool closet wall, pushing her butt out slightly and glancing over her left shoulder to see what her desire had in mind for her. "I'm literally at your mercy… begging… Anything you want is yours… just don't make me wait for you to take me…"
"So impatient…" Freddie brought his lips to her ear and whispered in a low, almost animalistic tone, "You just need to wait… stay right where you are… and enjoy the ride."
"Don't think that'll be a problem," she smirked, looking back as she ground her thrust ass against the front of his pants, gyrating slightly. She could have continued but she suddenly felt his hands grip her ass tightly, each hand getting more than a plentiful helping of her clothed cheeks.
"I know I teased about guys wanting this…" he peppered kisses along the edge of her ear as he taunted. "But I don't think I could let anyone else have this… beautiful masterpiece… Typical selfishness, I guess…"
"No…" she whispered, relaxing into his grasp, knowing that no matter how he teased or taunted, she was safe and destined for happiness in his hands. "It's yours… always has been and always will be. Just like the rest of me…"
"Suppose I should mark my territory then…" he growled, moving his fingers up and down the plump piece, digging them in until he reached the edge of the beautiful dress. Her former tech producer, longtime friend, and… whatever he was in Sam's mind now… hooked his fingers under the hem of her dress and yanked it up to her hips, exposing her pale desirable cheeks bisected by a silky black thong. "God, it's like looking at a piece of art…"
"Some people like to collect art in some back room…" she said with a grin, one hand moving along her front to counter the intense focus on her backside. "But I like it when it's mounted on a wall… where you find that sweet spot and… just nail it… into its place…"
He resisted a chuckle but rewarded her fun playfulness by smiling into his deep kisses along her shoulders and neck as his fingertips massaged her scalp. Once he knew that she was momentarily satisfied with his attention, he resumed savoring her body. The former tech producer palmed over her newly revealed ass, giving the cheeks a firm massage to warm her up and a chance just to feel her skin compared to what he felt through the thin dress. As per usual when it came to Sam's body, he was not disappointed.
Sam dipped her head down and sighed, appreciating the attention to her rear. "Not sure I've ever gotten this much attention for my ass…"
"You deserve it… Like I said, there's not an inch of you that I don't enjoy touching and tasting"
Freddie smiled at seeing that she was relaxing and letting her defenses down then, without any warning, took a quick swat of her right cheek. He didn't strike her hard, but certainly more than enough to get her attention with her snapping her head up and letting out a high pitched yelp.
"Shit!" Sam looked over her shoulder, annoyed and excited at him striking her ass. "That kinda stung… and why do I feel the sudden urge to tell you all the ways I've been naughty?"
"If we had a week in here, I don't know if we'd finish that list…" He smirked and rubbed her pinkening cheek to make it better, trying to take a little out of the sting. "I'll be gentler…"
"Don't even think about it…"
"As you wish…" he whispered, kissing the back of her ear again, then began to lower himself down, kissing along her clothed spine, causing her to shiver slightly, knowing where he was headed. Freddie hooked his fingers over the waistband of the thong and pulled them over her hips and cheeks, kissing along the top where it had sat and then giving soft licks down her crack before letting the completely soaked material drop to her ankles.
Part of him wanted to bend her over more, grab onto her ass and just devour her dripping sex which smelled absolutely intoxicating at the moment. But he had already been down there to service her a few times, and he felt the need to truly ravage her. He lifted her black high-heeled foot, slipping the thong from one foot, then the other one, and stood up and tossed them on a side shelf. He pulled off his coat and tossed it next to the discarded panties then moved to quickly undo his belt and pulled open the flap to his slacks then fished himself out of the fly of his boxers.
"I know that sound…" Sam whispered, starting to look back but was quickly met with a sharp slap on her other plump cheek. "I don't even have to look… I swear I can smell your musk… Fuck, I want it so bad…"
"Then tell me how bad…" He took a firm grip of her left hip, asserting his physical and emotional dominance over her while his right hand slid between her cheeks to rub his middle finger up and down her slit, trying to further heat her up and get her wet enough for what he had in mind. "You don't trust me when I say how much I want you… how much I need you… So why don't you tell me how much you want me… how fucking badly you need this…"
"Fuuuuucckkkk…" she moaned, loving the feel of his finger, but wishing it was the real thing. "You felt how soaked my panties were. You felt how hard my nipples were and how the slightest touch of your hands makes me ache. There's never been any doubt I want you and need you in the worst ways. I want to be dominated and tossed around and… fucked with no hesitation… I want to be helpless with you, like I can only be with you… and only you get to decide what you want to do with me…"
"So you're going to be good girl for me…" he taunted with a slight grin as he watched her move her head further down against the cool wall, a notable change since every single nerve ending she possessed felt like it was on fire.
"I don't think you have any idea what kinds of dirty, slutty, depraved, and shameful things I will do to be your 'good little girl…'" Her flower was rapidly heating up with the rest of her body, and words were pouring out just like her anticipatory juices.
"We'll see…" he simply growled as he continued torturing her in the best way imaginable.
Sam had been on edge all day after he made the suggestion that they should go out to have some fun for the evening. They had not woken up together and he barely had time to kiss her before he left for school, and their time in the afternoon was kept to a PG rating while Spencer was around, so this was the first time in a little over a day that she was finally getting some satisfaction that didn't involve her fingers which were absolute shit compared to anything he could do. She was starting to get wet within just a minute of walking out the door with him, and now, as she moaned out when he pushed his finger into her to the second joint, she knew she had to be absolutely soaked. He slowly pumped into her, trying to relax her and coat his finger with her tangy juices.
"Please don't make me beg any longer, Freddie…" Sam said, her breathing becoming more erratic by the moment. "I'm just so on edge and-"
"You're getting close to coming aren't you?" he whispered after several cycles, able to get his finger to his knuckle and a few more pumps loosened her just enough to slip a second finger inside her. "You're so close to just exploding because I haven't truly touched you in over a day and you feel like you are dying for me to bring you to release…"
"Yesss…" she hissed while he pumped her, and he moved his hand off her hip and cupped over her left breast and gave it a firm squeeze through the material. Her heavy orb tingled with the attention and her nub was hardening to push against the material of her dress. "Plllleeeasssee…"
"But you can't…" he smirked, breathing hot eager air on the back of her neck. "You have to stay right here on the edge until I say you can jump off… Right here is where I want you and where I need you, because that release will be swift and amazing, but right here where the nerves are on fire and you don't know whether to laugh or cry or scream or what… this is heaven."
He kneaded her clothed flesh while removed his coated fingers from her slick opening and grabbed his hardened shaft. He started stroking himself in a lazy twisting motion with his coated fingers, causing the flesh to glisten.
"And there's no place you'd rather be…"
Once his crown and upper part of his shaft were coated with her juices, he brought his mushroom head to her near volcanic opening and teased it, sliding it up and down and causing her to shiver in the highest anticipation.
Sam shivered from the sensitive skin on skin contact that she'd been dying for since he pulled out of her the afternoon before and breathed impatiently over her shoulder, "Are you going to take me or fucking tease me?"
Freddie's hand on her left breast founded the tiny protruding of material where her nipple was pushing against the clothing and tried rolling the material between his forefinger and thumb.
Her sighs deepened then she let out a surprise high pitch screech when he pinched the spot with a surprising force, signaling the Beast might be making his debut soon.
"Make no mistake, I'm going to fucking take you, but it's no fun if I break my toy before we can even get started." He growled into her ear and put his crown against her entrance and slowly pushed inside, parting her petals, then muscles, as his thick shaft entered her. He gritted his teeth as he kept his steady pressure despite the tightness and trying to push him out until his pelvis becoming flush with her ass cheeks and then some in squishing them a bit as he fully sheathed himself inside.
Sam clenched her eyes shut and let out a low moan through her clenching teeth, "Oh fuuucckkk…" She felt like he was tearing her in half as he sawed inside in one thrust even though it was slow, yet her muscles fought to tighten while her conscious mind tried to get them to relax as she tittered between pleasure and pain. Her mind flashed back just a week ago when she took Jade in one thrust with her toy and the dark haired teen struggled to accept her. This was nothing like that toy, so she couldn't help but feel an inkling of sympathy for the girl she hated and loved all at the same time. "You're so fucking huge… I love it, but you're splitting my pussy in two, I swear…"
The former tech producer grinned and then brought his lips to her left ear and whispered in an authoritative voice, "That's the point."
Freddie relished in the tightness of her rarely used vice, since she was the dominant one in her relationship with Cat, for several seconds. He was shocked, given how much they had 'made up' the day before, with their limited time together desperate to make up for the disaster that happened at the school, that she maintained that singular tightness.
He leaned back and tightened his grip on her hips, thrusting a bit more, and angling up a bit to give her a slightly new feeling before she could completely adapt. He pulled back until only about a quarter of him remained inside her, giving her some considerable relief in an audible moan, then pushed about three quarters of himself back a bit faster into her, then pulled back again, making sure his girth raked over each and every nerve ending she possessed inside. He kept up his sawing motion a few times, trying to get her to loosen up a bit more before he really pounded into her as he really didn't want to hurt her in their shared lust.
"You can't really hurt me…" she mewed through a hushed breath. Her body naturally clamped around him, trying to prevent him from escaping and massaging his mushroom head, but he was too strong and dominating. "I've told you before… I'm not going to break. Don't hold back. Certainly not now."
Freddie steadily increased his pace, eager to fulfill her desires, sinking deeper and deeper into her until he was managing nearly his entire member inside her heated vice with each and every thrust.
"Do you feel how fucking hard you made me Sam with how you look in this dress? The moment you opened up the door and I saw you, I felt the most primal of urges. That need to just take you. To make that hard, sweaty, rough love to you right then and there. To fuck you every possible way until we couldn't move. I probably couldn't count how many guys out there feel the same way and would kill to be sliding into you right now."
"Fuckkkk…" was all Sam could mutter as she relished in feeling full with being stuffed by his shaft.
"That's exactly my intention for you…" He leaned over again, resting his chest on her back and pressing her chest against one of the shelves. "Do you know how many guys, and probably a high number of girls too, are going to go home, lay in bed, and just think about you? Of that ass that is a gift from the heavens? Of those lips they'd kill to use in the dirtiest of ways? Maybe even something as innocent as you dancing before their eyes?"
Sam hissed from the thin band of pressure on her chest, no doubt leaving a red band of flushed skin, but that was the least of her concerns as he leaned back again and increased his pace of bucking into her until she was slowly bouncing off his pelvis.
"You know what every single one is probably going to do with those thoughts?" she grunted, thrusting harder and more deliberately inside her. "They are going to fucking masturbate to the thought of you… You have no idea how many orgasms, ruined sheets and spent tissues you are going to be responsible for tonight…"
"Oohohhh… goddddddammmitttt!" The image was certainly effective as the visions of those moments filled her mind as Freddie filled her pussy over and over and over again. She rolled her eyes up at the ceiling and huffed out with increasingly higher pitched moans and groans. He was so damn thick and stretching her in all the right ways and tapping her inner most parts with his crown. He told her she couldn't come but it was taking all her willpower to fulfill his wishes.
"What I love the most though…" Freddie grunted with effort and approval as her vice squeezed him. He couldn't deny the sheer pleasure of being in such confines, but there was the emotional connection of being the place where he had passed from 'innocence' to manhood. "Is that of all those loads being shot in your name, I'm the only one who gets to make you come…"
"Fuck, I'm so close…"
"Patience…" he whispered softly then surprised her with a sharp slap on the top of her reddening ass. "Tonight you are mine. No one else's. Mine to take, to love, to use, to worship, and to own."
"Forever… and always…" she whispered, trying to find her breath as she was rapidly losing the fight against resistance.
The former couple relished in the rapid copulation, letting their animalistic sides taking over, but neither forgetting the deeper bound they really shared.
After perhaps a minute, he moved his left hand off her hip and brushed it up her spine until he reached the back of her neck. His fingertips danced through her well attended hair and gripped at the scalp.
"I'm going to fuck you hard!" He growled as he threw his hips forward a tad harder a few more times then slowed down to still a considerable pace but while shallower thrusts as to allow his fingers to grip the tap to the zipper at the back of her neck. He pulled it down until halfway down her back then moved both his hands up to get his fingertips under the material and grab her shoulders tightly. "So hard that you may bruise."
"I'm not a fucking baby!" she screamed out, throwing herself back at him, making sure her body swallowed his rod whole even as the member smashed against her womb. "Fuck me soft or as hard as you can… just don't stop fucking me!"
"I will use you any and every way that my desire dictates…" After he shifted his point of contact of holding her shoulders, he thrust forward while now pushing all of him inside at a breakneck pace. She bounced off his pelvis, sending ripples through her ass and thighs and forcing her dress to strain to hold her breasts in place under the loosened material.
"Fucking use me, Freddie!" she cried out, still fighting her release with her usual weapon- aggression. "Throw me around and fucking pound my cunt like your own personal fuckdoll!"
Sam was clawing at the wall and shaking her head and hair about, letting out grunting sounds while she was racing towards a boiling point. His shaft forced her tightening muscles apart, forming nearly a sealed tight suction and scraping her sensitive walls that was flooding her mind with euphoria. His crown bumped her cervix, threatening to bruise it. But she didn't care. This was fucking heaven.
Freddie kept up this pace for about a minute and a half until he slowed down again, giving her a small respite and giving him the chance to push the material of the dress off her shoulders, the straps now down midway of her biceps. He slipped his hands between the pulled down material and her armpits to grab her clothed breasts, something that didn't remain long as he hooked his fingers over the material and pulled it down. Once uncovered to the cool air of the closet, he gripped them firmly in his palms and leaned back to pick up his pace once again to drive her into ecstasy.
"I'm going to hurt you with my cock…" he grunted, pounding into her like a madman. "If there was any trace of the hymen I smashed back then, it's history now… and I'm going to make sure your cervix is forever autographed with the head of my cock. But pain is not limited to this pretty pink pussy…"
His left fingers began to move down from her hip toward her puckered starfish. He took a quick lick of his middle finger, getting it nice and wet before moving it back to the hole.
The blonde breathed in a deep breath as she wondered how far he'd take this. She had the toy in there, but Freddie was almost twice as long and easily twice as thick. She was horrified at the thought of him splitting her open and invading a hole that was never meant for entry. But the animal… the slut… the owned little whore that lived for making his every desire come true… she wanted him to make his cock a new home there. To fill her and work her like a puppet. To have him fire creamy white shots deep inside her practically untouched anus to paint her most sacred of holes as it dribbled out, leaking from the gaping hole he'd leave in his wake…
"… but maybe another time…" he grinned as he swatted her ass and squeezed it, resuming pistoning her sex like a machine.
Sam muttered an indistinguishable string of profanity under her breath begging him not to stop as he pounded into her with wild abandonment, her ass bouncing off his pelvis then being hastily pulled right back down with his mauling grip on her breasts as if they were merely his playthings. Who was she kidding? They were his.
"I'm going to force you to your knees soon," he grunted, slapping her ass hard to further assert his overwhelming dominance, mercilessly getting faster and harder. "And I'm going to cum with your slutty little mouth attached to and stretched over my cock… sending wave after wave of the cum prize you so deserve down that tiny throat, forcing you to swallow my load until your belly is full of the evidence of how much I wanted you, and want you again…"
"Fucking feed me!" Her inner muscles clamped around him, trying to get him to slow down and get a firm grip on him. She clawed at the wall, threatening to dig her nails into the paint and cement behind it.
A fine film of sweat was starting to form on Sam's brow and around her breasts as her and the room's temperature began to rise.
He could feel her tightness around him growing stronger and more frequent, signaling that she was reaching her limit.
"I can feel you Sam… you're about cum already… you're about to cum all over my cock. I didn't realize you were this horny. I know you want to. I know you want to fall apart around me and pound you until you're a blubbering mess."
"Fuck yes! I want you to pound my cunt until it's numb!"
Freddie obliged her, using her breasts as leverage and humping into her like a jackrabbit.
Sam's body shuddered with the shockwaves of his pounding and the entire shelf began to shake back and forth with her grip on it as she bounced forward then was slammed against his pelvis. She shook her head back and forth, muttering through the grunts as her stomach tightened with the anticipation that when it snapped, her world would shatter in an explosion of ecstasy.
The seconds slowed down in her mind and she felt like she was drowning in pleasure as his shaft worked her heated vice and his hands mauled her breasts like dough and threatened to bruise them, but she didn't experience anything yet.
Suddenly, Freddie grabbed her hair and jerked her head back; if she had not loosened up just enough to get to orgasm, he might have snapped something. His mouth found her ear and she began to shake, suddenly feeling a twinge of fear at what he was truly capable of.
"Before you coat my cock with that sweet cream of yours you need to know something…" he whispered, licking inside her ear down to her lobe. "I'm going to fucking consume your pussy, along with the rest of your body, mind, and soul… but…"
"B-b-b-but…" she winced, feeling right on the steepest of cliffs as he peered into her eyes and she could swear for a moment he looked more Beast than man.
His other hand snaked around to her clit and softly stroked it, not wanting to set her off until just the right moment.
"But I will never stop kissing you…" he whispered, with a long pause and then suddenly is eyes lit up. "Now, cum!"
With that, Freddie smashed his lips into her waiting plump lips and he inhaled her, as his fingers went to work like lightning on her swollen clit and his hips thrust into her with just as much force and speed as he could muster.
It was only a matter of seconds before Sam reached the highest explosion she'd ever managed. She threw her head back, pulling from his hand, which moved down to cup her breast, and opened her mouth, about to scream as the knot in her stomach snapped and her body was overcome in ecstasy like a tsunami, but he absorbed the scream until his other hand was coated enough, then covered her mouth as she squealed out with her world shattering, his nectar covered fingers filling her mouth as tears rolled down her eyes, licking them, because for a moment, she'd forgotten how to suck them clean. She blinked and saw various colors and the bass outside the restroom distorted in her ears as if she was underwater. She clamped hard around him, trying to milk his release while he pushed all the way inside and ground against her ass, but he wasn't ready to give that to her. The fact that she was clamping down for all she was worth and yet he was staying still inside, causing her orgasm to ripple even further.
"One isn't enough is it?" he taunted through gritted teeth, suddenly thrusting harder and faster into her, punctuating his words with sudden slaps and merciless pounding. "You… should… have… another… one!"
Sam's mind was suddenly struck by a truck as he was relentless, fucking her swollen and aching hole once more and while it was slightly painful, he was pushing her toward another one at breakneck speed.
"Let me feel that tight little cunt squeeze my cock for all its worth again…" he said, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her back hard as her body turned to jelly. He was getting a bit too aggressive and honestly scary as he relentless hammered himself fully in and out of her sex, not letting her catch her breath until finally after getting his middle finger nice and coated and lubricated with her juices he prepped it at her extremely tightened back door and with a sudden shove to the second knuckle, he growled, "Come!"
It was like a religious experience as her body was taken over by electricity, shaking and shivering as she not only came, but practically squirted a bit around his cock, thoroughly soaking it. Freddie's finger didn't stay long, but the effect was quite noticeable.
After several mind altering seconds, or minutes, since time meant less than nothing in nirvana, Sam floated down from her high and Freddie released her mouth to allow her to gasp for breath. Her muscles relaxed just enough around his shaft for her backed up nectar to seep out and down onto his balls.
Freddie moved his left hand away from the heavy orb to grasp the crook of her neck to maintain control of her body. He slowly withdrew until only his crown remained inside her then slowly pushed back inside, trying to angle the underside of his manhood to brush against her inner bundle of nerves.
"Can't… three…" Sam clamped her eyes and mewed in mild distress, feeling a bit sensitive after her nearly mind breaking release. She muttered, "Freddie…"
"I thought we agreed this was my body to use…" He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back to show his dominance over her, and muttered in her ear, "So you think you should get two releases and I don't? That's not very considerate of you… Not how a 'good girl' should be, right?"
She looked over her shoulder and gave him a coy smile, happy that he'd like to finish with her the special way. "No, I guess it isn't."
Freddie moved his other hand to grab her right hip and lazily pushed back inside, causing her to shudder again with another aftershock. "But… we're not going to finish this way, I'm just wanted to feel this vice made for loving."
He withdrew after several more strokes from her tensing and slick opening, allowing her to drop to her knees, desperate for breath as her lungs burned. She didn't have any respite as he grabbed her wrists and turned her around, bringing them together over her head. She looked up to him with shock and instinctive submissiveness.
Freddie cocked an eyebrow to go with his cocky smile. "You think you can just leave a mess on me? You were a very dirty girl, Princess Puckett… my cock is literally soaked and covered with your releases… we can't have that, now can we?"
Sam didn't need any other invitation and gladly opened her mouth wide and slipped his crown past her lips. She loudly slurped around him, swirling her tongue around his head and shaft to coat her taste buds with her own tangy release. She slowly started craning her neck and bobbing, taking a little bit more of him into her mouth with each go, initially just enjoying more of her release on him over his manly saltiness, and quickly realizing how much she used her hands for this activity.
He lazily moved his hips back and forth, letting her do nearly all the work and enjoying the ever increasing tingling feeling down his shaft and into his balls. He readily encouraged her, using his free hand to stroke her hair and massage her scalp, hoping that he could build up her self-esteem a little and encourage her to finish him off.
"God Sam, you're fantastic with your mouth," he groaned, slowly thrusting more forward. "I can't believe you would doubt that any man wouldn't want you to do this for them."
Sam would have responded but she didn't want to waste a second of orally making love to the man who brought her to her metaphysical, and real currently, knees. She just increased suction, moaning around his bulbous head, vibrating the sponge-y organ at the back of her throat.
The blonde looked up at him as if she wanted to take things a step further, and widened her mouth around his shaft, moving forward, but it was clear she wanted to go for more. A nonverbal agreement later and Sam rested her head against the cool wall as Freddie pushed forward, invading her mouth and pushing into her narrow throat. The feeling for the former tech producer was incredible. The overwhelming tightness squeezing him more as Sam pushed all her resistance to choke a bit further so that he could push down her gullet.
She lasted that way for almost twenty seconds before her arms began to shake and Freddie slowly withdrew from her mouth completely, thick strings of spit leading from the thoroughly pleasured cockhead to her panting mouth, tongue hanging out momentarily. Sam took a second to recover and then dove at his heavy balls, trying to catch them like a reverse apple bobbing, catching one and sucking it into her mouth to run her tongue along, tasting some of her dripped nectar from when it leaked so heavily. Once the left was thoroughly cleaned, she moved to the right.
"Shit…" he groaned, unable to look down for a moment, fearing that if he locked eyes with the gorgeous sex fiend that was head over heels for him, and who also seemed completely devoted to sucking his ball until it shined, he might blow right then and there. "No one's ever… jeez… that's amazing…"
"I live to serve…" she whispered before pulling off the heavy orb with an audible pop. She then licked up his shaft like a lollypop before going right back down on the head and bobbing her head up and down, causing Freddie to resume lazily thrusting into her determined and hungry mouth.
Freddie leaned his head back and closed his eyes, his breath increasing by every second of the growing tension in his gut and churning tingling in his newly cleaned balls. She was incredible- a raw sexuality and an unmatched devotion- and though he could have held off for a considerable amount of time as he proved the last time they had sex in a back room while people danced, he decided to relax and let Nature take its course. The 'Beast' inside started imagining all the dirty things he could really do to Sam to keep her in her place… with Jade invading his thoughts to help him 'discipline' Sam, which considerably helped him along.
'Damn it, why won't you just cum! You know how much I fucking want it!' she shouted in her head, feeling the first signs of frustration as she did back at the dance where he had toyed with her. She wasn't sure how long she could keep this pace up before she pulled a muscle in her neck and arms or simply passed out from exhaustion. However, she could feel him twitching more and more and occasionally opening her eyes to see his abs flexing, so her hopes were raised, especially with his next words.
"I'm getting close Sam, where do you want it? You want me to fill your mouth or shoot right down your throat?"
In Sam's lust filled mind, either was an acceptable outcome, only a hair less preferable being fucked silly again until she was flooded with his seed, but really, she wanted to taste his salty goodness before she swallowed every last drop of him. She pulled her mouth off his shaft and harshly breathed against his crown, pressing her face to it while looking up at him with lustful blue eyes, "In my mouth. I want to really fucking taste you."
Sam accepted him back into her mouth and bobbed like a woman possessed, her tongue swirling around his shaft and humming up a storm, trying to push him over the finish line.
Freddie's release hit him like a freight train and gnashed, stifling a primal roar he wanted to let out and bucked a bit against Sam's face. Both hands rushed to the back of her head, not to force her down onto his cock but to keep her right where she was so she could devour the treat she so royally earned. He drove his shaft a little further into her mouth as he let out a thick blast that hit the back of her throat, a couple shots that covered her tongue and a few more really thick pumps that filled her cheeks in nearly an instant.
Sam wasn't done though as her newly freed hands went to pumping and stroking making sure she got every last drop as it began to leak a little more with each stroke The eager blonde had to suppress her gag reflex and swallow the initial shot, but she kept the rest in her mouth with billowing her cheeks, savoring the salty sweet 'protein shake' she so richly deserved. There were probably a billion little soldiers in her mouth at the moment, and she planned to pay her respects to each and every one of them.
The aggressive teen shuddered a few times to coincide with each jerk of his manhood and steadily weakening shots until he was finished. He eased back, slowly withdrawing his still twitching shaft from her mouth with a loud pop and a mild groan from the blonde, which came with a gurgle. He took her hands back into his and raised them high above her head, holding them in place and took several deep breaths, watching as she closed her eyes and moved around his seed in her mouth, making sure she got the full range of his flavor on her tongue. She even opened a couple times to show the pearlescent pool that filled the bottom of her mouth.
She made several audible and visible swallows then looked up at him and opened her mouth, showing that she had swallowed every bit of his release. She slipped his crown back into her mouth, drawing another deep groan past Freddie's lips. She lazily cleaned off his weakened shaft to make sure she didn't miss anything.
Once the blonde cleaned any remaining residue of their combined releases, she looked up and gave him a cheeky expression, pulling off and nuzzling the weakened rod like a kitten desperate to play.
Freddie let her hands go and pulled his boxers and slacks up and buttoned and zipped them up before fixing his belt. Once he was fixed, he hooked his hands under her armpits and helped her stand on fairly wobbly legs. Once he knew she was secure he pushed her against the wall gently, causing her to yelp for a moment and then laugh, and leaned his head down and took a quick suckle over her right nipple, the bud becoming considerably hard during their aggressive copulation, and flicking the tip of his tongue over it.
Sam closed her eyes and moaned out, her body still hyper sensitive after her second release, and gripped the back of his head to hold him in place.
He suckled and licked only for a few seconds then pulled his lips off, leaving a quick kiss then pulled her back up into place, helping her dress and keeping his hands on her chest a bit longer.
"It's a shame I didn't give these perfectly perky tits the proper attention here…" he muttered rubbing over them and supporting them with his palms. "These should never be ignored. I'll make sure I focus on them when we get home…"
"You're just going to spend all night playing with my tits now, aren't you?" she teased, trying to regain a sense of normalcy.
"Probably, but you can bet that tonight will end with us falling asleep together, with my arms around, in my bed snuggled up tight to you…" he said sweetly, then his eyes turned a bit more animalistic as he continued, "…and my completely spent cock deep inside your thoroughly fucked cunt…"
Sam steadied her breathing despite being put on edge once more and gained her footing to pull the front of her dress into place then allowing Freddie to reach around and zip her dress back up. She bent over to grab her barely dry underwear, but Freddie was quicker and stuffed her panties into his pocket, drawing a curious gaze from his 'date'. He shrugged a shoulder and answered, "I don't want you to mess them up. I'm betting you're still pretty wet."
The blonde frowned and instinctively slid her fingers over her slit and felt her lips were still damp. She reached for a nearby stack on a shelf nearby and grabbed a towelette. She cleaned herself then balled it up and threw it in a corner. She sarcastically remarked, "There, all clean. Can I have my underwear back, now?"
"It's cute that you think we're done having fun. That was just round one, Princess." Freddie whispered as he grinned, giving her a look that he wasn't done playing with her. He turned and turned the handle, calling over his shoulder, "Come on, the night's still young."
Sam smirked, licking her lips and tasting a hint of the remain of his seed then pulled the dress down from her hips and down to just above midway down her thighs and followed him out of the closet, knowing she would follow him anywhere.
A 'Seddie' scene long overdue, I know, and I hope it lived up to expectations. The dress she wears in this is a real dress, and if you just google 'Jennette McCurdy blue and black dress' you can see it as well, and perhaps that might help with the reading experience. Thanks to everyone for reading and I hope the daily updates are pleasant instead of a problem. Either way, feel free to PM or review your thoughts and feelings.