For those who haven't checked out Tori's dream from the other chapter, check it out in 'Dream Hard with a Vengeance.' And here we have another break between chapters. I figured they were coming along a touch too fast. This is a little later than I was anticipating, but I hope it will be worth it.
"This day can seriously eat a dick…" Sam whispered to no one at all as she made her bed on the Shay apartment couch. She had high hopes that Spencer would have finished cleaning out Carly's room by now so she could sleep in there with at least a little privacy.
The couch wasn't uncomfortable by any means but it couldn't hold a candle to Freddie's bed, which was soft and warm, and had a delicious body that she could cuddle and make love to as the mood hit. Where she could just be naked rather than required to wear a white tank top and plaid boyshorts. But Marissa Benson existed and wasn't working again tonight so here she was. Alone, on a couch, and desperately horny.
The couple barely had time for a kiss before he went to school; something she got up especially early for, so she could shower, dress, put on her make up, and be at the ready for his exit. He complimented her and he never made her feel like she wasn't pretty or wanted or anything like that, but she could tell that he was focused on something that wasn't her and that really hurt. Not even a couple Groovy Smoothies could snap her out of the funk.
And Freddie came home afterward, he had to go change into his uniform for the Pear store, and get right over to his stupid job. Again, he said all the right things and held her close and all that perfect shit he had mastered, but it was like he was in fast forward, rushing around and in a flash, he was gone, and if Sam was reading the clock right, he was not even off yet.
To his credit, Spencer could easily see what was going on, and even made spaghetti tacos out of the blue, and turned the tv onto her favorite show afterward. But it couldn't save her mood. She had never felt like this… so empty and so lost without Freddie and his stupid face. And lips. And eyes. And hands. And… she knew if she was trying to compile a list, it could be all night.
He wasn't allowed to have his phone out while he was working, but Sam knew full well that he wasn't going to abide by that rule. Not when he was probably receiving texts from… the others. Probably sending nude shots and sexts all the time, just so he couldn't stop thinking about them. It would piss her off but she knew damn well that if she was in Jade's spot, she'd be doing the exact same thing.
The blonde sat up for a moment and looked around the darkened apartment, doing a quick listen for Spencer, but all she could hear was his bedroom tv playing some Family Guy reruns. Taking a deep breath, she lay back a bit on the couch, so to thrust her chest out a bit. She quickly realized the shirt was not doing her sexiness any favors and pulled the shirt upward, bunching the white cotton at her clavicle, revealing her near D cup breasts, topped with pinkish brown silver dollar areola and pretty little peaks. Within a few seconds, she'd gotten just the right lighting and taken the picture, instantly bringing her mind back to when they first had sex, exchanging flirty messages before he made her come to him. And also that he invited her into his bedroom. Sam silently laughed at her own humor and thought for a moment about what to say.
-miss u. can we please have sum time when u get home?
Sam fired it off, but held her surprisingly well shot 'selfie' off until he responded, mostly for incentive for whatever excuse he had on file. She readjusted her shirt and made herself comfortable again on the couch, wondering how long it would take him to finally respond. A minute passed. Then another. And then a few more after that. But just as she was about to fall out, finally her phone buzzed.
-It's gonna be after 11 so I don't know. I could probably spare a minute or two, but that would be it.
Sam heaved a hot breath out, still annoyed that he just didn't have the time for her, and while she understood partially, it didn't help her with her issues. So she dropped the atom bomb on him, attaching her pic along with her reply.
-i can make it worth ur time.
The blonde gave her phone screen a snarky grin, biting her lip as she imagined him helping a customer and then seeing her tits there, just waiting for him to suck on, and maul, and fire his load over. She was on such a euphoria from teasing him for once that she didn't realize how heavy her eyelids were. His response would have to wait in her mind, just for a couple minutes for her to close her eyes.
It happened in a split second, and it felt like she had just been hit by a truck but Sam felt herself lifted off the couch and thrown against the wall, landing on a not-so-full beanbag chair.
"The fuck?!" she growled, looking up at Freddie standing before her, his face red and stretched looking beyond angry. "Freddie?"
"Damn right…" he said with an almost animal tone, his PearStore shirt covered chest rising and falling as if he was about to charge like a bull. "What… the fuck… do you think you're doing?!"
"I don't-" Sam said, starting to get up from the deflated chair, but a quick shove against her shoulder sent her reeling back. "Look, I don't know what the fuck you're doing but-"
"Shut the fuck up!" the former tech producer nearly yelled. "What the hell are you doing sending pictures to me… like this… at work?"
Freddie held up his phone with the picture she took and sent him, staring into her eyes with a practical wildfire behind them.
"I-I-"
"And what about this 'miss u' bullshit?" he said, grabbing the top of her hair and jerking her head up to show her the text she knew full well she had written. "Why the hell do you think I would need to know that your sycophantic slut self misses me… or are you deluded enough to think I might miss you?"
"Freddie…" Sam said, looking up, feeling absolutely horrified at who was standing before her. "I don't understand… why are-"
"Oh what a shock… Samantha Puckett doesn't fucking understand something…" Freddie said, releasing his grip on her scalp and beginning to pace the former iCarly studio, where Sam just now registered she was at. "In other news, water is still wet."
"Look," Sam said, fighting back the tears that were welling up inside her face which was burning like 10,000 wildfires. "You're scaring me. I just sent you a message that I wanted us to spend some time together and-"
"And why do you feel you should be the one to dictate that?" he fumed, and for a hot second, Sam thought she could see steam coming from his hot breaths. "Do you not understand what your role is here?"
"I understand that I was trying to tell my boyfriend I loved him!" she shouted back, no longer worried about waking people.
"Boyfriend? Love?" he laughed almost mockingly. "You're not even fucking capable of love. We are not together in any romantic sense… this is about me and my needs."
"And what needs are those?" she growled back, ready to fight him, but as he took a step forward, she began to feel a bit nervous, hoping that he wouldn't hurt her feelings again. She silently cursed herself for being so sensitive, but with Freddie, that always seemed to happen. "You can at least tell me why you're busting in here like an asshole."
"Because I can, and I think it's time I made it abundantly clear what this is that we are doing…" Freddie said, almost growing as he moved his hand out to her left shoulder and neck. "How this 'relationship' you're so desperate to have is going to function."
Sam fought back a slight shiver as she watched his hand moved toward her, not sure if this was going to go to a sexually charged place or if he was going to be as much of a monster as he was minutes earlier. "Ok…"
"First thing you need to understand and accept right now: Tonight you're mine…" Freddie fired back, creating a powerful gaze into her eyes, maintaining a more reserved tone, but the way his language filled with some of the most sexually potent words put her on the sharpest of edges, even after he threw her around and insulted her. "You're my slut. Nothing more or less. Not my girlfriend or my future wife or any of that romantic bullshit you might delude yourself with- just my whore."
Freddie's words stung that he couldn't or wouldn't see her in the romantic light but given how horny she'd been all day, she didn't mind getting into some intense sex. It wasn't like she hadn't called herself those things… 'his things' before. She stared into his eyes and found herself unable to look away. "Whatever you want…"
"I'm going to satisfy myself, satisfy my lusts on you," he whispered, hand wrapping around her neck, thumb on her throat while the other four fingers settled in the hair at the base of her skull, refusing to look away. "I'm going to take you. Take you the way I want to take you. The way I wouldn't take Jade or Tori because I care about them too much. Tonight is for me, and you'll do what I say, you'll be a slut for me, you'll please me whatever way I wish. A servant devoted solely to her Master's wishes…"
Sam found herself cooing out as her body filled with the anticipatory embers of the wildfire that was about to consume her. His eyes and words had put her so far under his spell she didn't ever want to come back. "Yes… Master…"
There was a slight crack in Freddie's dominating veneer when Sam used the M word, showing that he wasn't expecting it, but he was a big fan. Sam always thought those words, terms, and titles were stupid but as the words slipped from her lips, she found a strange peace with the terms.
"First, you need to lose the clothes…" he almost sneered, his hand moving down her rapidly rising and falling chest. "You're still dressed like a person. A whore's uniform is nothing but the slutty flesh meant for nothing more than manhandling."
SKRRRRRIPPPPPPP
Sam wasn't entirely sure how he did it, but grabbing the neck of her shirt with both hands, he ripped it apart, and the torn fabric fell at her feet, before she could even register what had just happened.
"Now that's more appropriate…" Freddie said, almost licking his lips at Sam's newly exposed flesh, and while the sudden cool air was a shock, combined with the anger of losing her shirt forever, she had never felt more raw desire from him than in that second. She instinctively gripped the sides of her boyshorts and pushed them down her sides, eager to keep at least one piece of clothing intact as they touched the floor.
Sam was mentally rehearsing the sexy way she wanted to take her panties off for him, and reveal his 'prize' for the night when she suddenly lost all ability to think. Freddie had apparently unbuttoned his pants while she was working on her shorts, and how had his cock just hanging out, half-hard, while his hand slowly stroked it.
"I don't even have to tell you, do I?" Freddie asked her with a condescending grin on his face, watching her face as she tried to look at him but her gaze notably focused elsewhere, slowly shaking her head that she knew what came next. "Kneel down in front of me. Take my cock into your little whore mouth. I'm already half-erect, stroking the object of your desire right in front of you. I want to feel your lips around my cock. I want you to suck me until I'm solid steel."
Sam, remaining silent, slowly dropped to her knees, running her hands over his covered thighs, looking up into his eyes as her hand reached out to grip the base. It never ceased to amaze her how big he actually felt in her hands, even flaccid. She drew her face closer, giving gentle licks up the sides with soft strokes, hoping to get him to full mast. Her fantasies began to grow of all the things he could do to her once he got to where he needed to be. The way he could bend her over a chair in the corner, or mount her against a wall, or press her chest against the cold glass of the studio while he fucked her brains out or even lay on the floor and-
"Just do it!" Freddie called out, his hand flying toward her cheek with a generous slap. "I told you this isn't about romance. It's about the only thing you're good for- being a shameless set of fuckholes. Now, show me what a slut you are."
Sam didn't need to be told a third time and abandoned all soft and sweet approaches to orally pleasing him and just opened her mouth wide and inhaled as much of him as she could take in one move. Closing her lips around him, she applied her best suction as she bobbed, working as much of him as she could a bit further into her mouth.
"That's right..." he moaned, clearly through gritted teeth, even if Sam couldn't see his face doing it. His strong hand moved to the back of her head and pushed, and while she wasn't sure if it was for encouragement, Sam definitely knew that he wanted more and she was determined to deliver. "Use that tongue for what it was always intended for- massaging my cockhead and shaft. Lick me. Suck me. I want your lips all over my cock. I want to feel your tongue sliding over and around me."
"Mmmhmmmm…" Sam began to moan over his cock as she bobbed her head, pushing his thick mushroom further against and, eventually, into her narrow throat. For further encouragement, she found herself reaching down with her free hand and cupping her breast, wishing he had given her body some attention.
"That's my little whore… give me everything you have and more…" he groaned, pushing her head further, and beginning to thrust his hips a bit more. "I want to fuck your mouth. That's it… unnhhh… unnhhfuck… God… god that's it… take me in all the way… nice and deep… lick me… fuckk…"
Freddie had grown and hardened so much from where he started in her mouth that he truly was filling her throat so full, blocking her airway for several seconds before he'd shift enough for a breath to escape, then resume his position. His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her back and pushing her forward as he thrust, ramming his large member deep into her gullet as she moaned and groaned, leaking saliva as she serviced.
"Ohhh fuck that's it… can you feel my fucking hand in your slutty little hair?" Freddie growled, pushing her further, and sounding more Beast-like by the moment. "I'm going to be holding you there. Holding you right there as I fuck your dirty little whore mouth. You can't see because you're only focus is worshiping my cock, but I'm looking down at you. Watching as you greedily suck my hard cock. Dirty little slut. Look at you. So fucking greedy. You don't want to share this cock with anyone, do you? Such a greedy, dirty girl…"
"No one else…" Sam whispered, pulling herself off his member, massive spit falling from her lips before he grabbed her head tight and shoved her mouth back to its service.
"Jade's not greedy with my cock, you know…" Freddie growled, forcing her face back and forth in taking his meat down her throat. "Both she and Tori are happy to share. But you, Sam, are just too greedy. You want this cock all to yourself. I bet if you could drain my balls, you want every single swimming soldier to end up in that belly of yours… Dirty fucking cumslut…"
Sam would have argued with him that she knew how to share and could be good, but she was quite lost in the moment, loving the way he was just taking her as his, and the fact her fingers were really hitting some good places along the way showed her the path she needed to a long overdue orgasm.
"You little slut…" Freddie sounded like he was grinning as his fingers gripped her skull tighter. "Did I tell you that you could touch yourself? Such a desperate fucking whore. Look at you, masturbating as you suck my cock. Fuck… I can hear how wet you are… those fingers must be dripping from strumming those slick cunt lips… and that intoxicating scent of your sex…dirty girl… you love it, don't you? You fucking love it when I tell you what to do…"
"Mmmhmmm" Sam managed, her mouth so full and so busy that her jaw began to ache a bit, but she couldn't deny how much she absolutely loved this kind of thing. She was losing herself to the pleasure's beginning to course through her body, when Freddie shocked her by pulling her head all the way off of him, thick lines of saliva connecting her hanging tongue to his glistening shaft. She gasped for breath as she peered up into his eyes, seeing him bite his lip as he watched her recover.
"Get up. Get up on your feet…" he said, pulling her up from her knees to look him the eye, keeping firm hold there. "I'm going to fuck you. Bend over the table. Show me that perfect fucking ass I turned into an animal for the other night…"
Sam did exactly as she was told, trying to resist a bit of blushing for the compliment about her ass, moving to the table and propping her elbows on it as she thrust her ass out for him to see. She shook it a couple times, looking back to see how it was affecting her 'master.' "Like this?"
"That's it… now lose those soaked underwear…" he cooed coming up behind her, but never quite touching her, as he watched her dip her fingers in the waistband and peel them down. He snatched them from her hands and inhaled them deeply before stuffing them in his pockets. "Now spread a little… spread your thighs… wider… fucking wider…"
Sam felt like she was going to be the splits soon if this kept up, leaning down on the table further but her feet moving further apart.
"There we go…that's it…" he whispered, drawing his fingers lightly up her thighs. "Look how wet you are… I can see it… practically dripping… you're such a fucking slut… Show me what kind of a slut you are… Masturbate for me…"
"I'm wet for you…" Sam moaned, reaching back behind her to run her hands along her ass and pussy, hoping he would be more active in taking care of her. "Please don't make me do it myself…"
SMACK
"I gave you an order…" Freddie's hand came down on her buoyant ass like lightning with a comparative crack, reddening the flesh within seconds. "You heard me… play with yourself… bent over the desk like that. Stroke those lips. Put your fingers in your cunt. Fuck yourself. Fuck yourself in that slutty little pussy as I watch. Fuck yourself with your fingers."
"Yes… sir…" Sam wasn't going to defy his will again, even if the sudden spank was like a live wire set straight to her lust. Her ass stung but the pain soon became a distant worry when she began to rub herself a bit, pushing her middle finger inside herself, down to the second knuckle. She curled her finger to hit her G-spot grinding against it as she prepared to push her index and ring fingers inside as well. "Mmmhmm…"
"That's it… ahhh yes…" Freddie groaned, earning Sam a chance to look back at him, stroking his fully engorged cock as he watched her. Their eyes locked as they continued to treat themselves, as Sam ached more and more for her fingers to disappear in favor of what Freddie had. "Don't stop… keep doing that… eyes forward, Sam… I love to watch you play with that pretty pink pussy… before I destroy it…"
"Please…" Sam called out, begging. "It need your destruction so fucking bad…"
"Actually…" Freddie began, seemingly back to being calm and collected as he walked over to her, "I think I should fuck your ass… you're such a little slut, it's all you deserve…"
Sam was speechless as she continued to rub herself. She'd had fantasies a couple times about him taking that route, and she'd had a little stretching with the toy a couple weeks ago, but for him to want to truly take her that way… this was something wholly different. "My… ass?"
"It's so tight and round…" he said stoically, still watching her with rapt attention as he reached into his pocket. "Don't slow down… don't stop… push your fingers deeper… my cock is so fucking hard, so erect from watching you give me such a little show… I've got this bottle of warm oil in my hand… don't look… just keep stroking yourself… keep fucking yourself like a good little slut… I'm pouring the oil over my hard cock… making it wet… I told you not to look… push your fingers deeper into your cunt…"
"Ooohh ffuuccckkkk…" Sam was on absolute pins and needles as she was completely exposed, being taunted about his cock and unable to see anything that was going on or what he might do next. The idea of him taking her ass was just as scary as it was exciting and she was nearly dying from just anticipation. And then she felt something against her skin. "Don't tease me…. Please…"
"Don't stop masturbating… did you feel that oil dribbling over your ass…? Maybe a little more…" Freddie had confirmed the feeling Sam felt but it was completely obvious now. The oil wasn't cold and it felt really warm as it seeped everywhere it could. "There… that's it… pouring it down the crack of your ass… dripping down between your thighs… I'm still stroking my cock… it's so slick now… very erect and dripping with oil… look at me… look at my hard cock… do you want this…?"
Sam peered back to see it was exactly as he had described and she already thought his penis was literally the most beautiful thing on the planet but now, shimmering with oil, it looked straight from the heavens. Her mouth watered as she stared at it, then looked back at him. "Not sure I've ever wanting anything more…"
"Do you want my cock in your ass, Sam? Do you want me to shoot my hot spunk deep in your ass? You're such a dirty fucking slut…" Freddie growled as he moved closer, his body now pressed against hers, his cock nestled between her reddened cheeks, before he gripped the base and moved it lower. "Can you feel my erect cock sliding between your milky thighs? You can feel it, can't you? Hard and slick, sliding against your fingers as you fuck yourself. Stroke me. Reach between your thighs and stroke my cock…"
"Unnghh…" Sam moaned as she reached and gripped his slick rod tight in her hands, stroking and twisting it for dear life, pressing it against her pussy, hoping that maybe he might buck a bit and push inside her love canal. "So hard… so big…"
"Ooohh… God yes… like that… can you feel how erect I am…?" His fingers, covered in the same oil began to move toward her puckered hole. Each digit teased her a bit but never quite made it in. "My fingers are sliding over your asshole… stroking… rubbing in that oil to this nearly virgin hole… making you so fucking wet, I'll bet…" he whispered, getting an immediate nod from Sam as she tried to hold on to her sanity between fingering herself, stroking him, and the tempting pushes at her ass. "I'm going to fuck your ass… going to fuck it hard… is that what you want…? Do you want my cock deep in your ass…?"
"Uuunnhhh… yeah…" Sam moaned out before she'd even realized she'd said it, feeling instant fear that she might have just entered into a huge mistake, but the way his cockhead was teasing at her pussy and the way his hands were treating her to the foreplay of her life, she would have let him do anything to her. "I want you and your cock so bad… I'm just nervous…"
"If you want it, then you know what you have to do," Freddie said, gripping her hips as he began to faux drill her, thrusting between her thighs and into her hand. "You have to beg me. You have to admit to me what a dirty fucking slut you are… and you have to beg me to fuck you in the ass… so tell me… tell me how much you need it… tell me what you want me to do…"
"Please fuck my ass…" Sam said, gritting her teeth and trying to prepare herself for what might come next. Freddie's cock made that toy she'd had Cat 'do' her with look like a toothpick. "I fucking need you to fuck me so fucking badly I can't stand it. My pussy aches and my tight ass is practically quivering with how much it wants your cock to make its way in. I don't even care if you break me in half…"
Sam knew her words were dripping with lies but she wanted it and she was at the point where she'd just say anything to get him to make a move. It apparently worked since his fingers were now at her sex, stroking her petals, his middle finger toying with her clit.
"I can feel how bad you want this…" he whispered, clearly getting off on this. "Does that feel good? My fingers sliding between your pussy lips… pushing inside you roughly… you're so fucking wet… such a little slut… I'm fucking you with my fingers… but I'm not gonna let you cum… not until I'm ready… if you want to cum… if you truly want my cock… if you want to feel my spunk spurting deep in your ass… if you want me to make you cum hard… you will grab your ass right now… that's it… pull it apart… I will take care of everything…"
Sam once again did as she was told, eager to experience whatever was about to happen, and she knew that even if it hurt, Freddie would find a way for it to be acceptable. Taking a cheek in each hand, Sam pulled them apart, showing Freddie her rosebud, and while she was ready for him to lick or tease the area, she was not ready for him to just push inside. Which was exactly what he did.
"HOOOLLLLYYYYY SSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIITTTTTTTTT!" Sam cried out as her asshole gave way to his quick thrust, pain shooting through her body like electricity, the thick mushroom head popping inside the tight ring. She could only imagine, given the incredible pain she was feeling, that if he had not lubricated his cock and her hole so well, that she'd be bleeding from a tear. "Fuucckkkk…"
Freddie did not seem dissuaded by her cries of agony and instead seemed to thrive on her current state, pushing more of himself inside every few seconds. After another half inch sunk inside her unbelievably tight backdoor, he grabbed at her hair with one hand and pulled her head back so he could whisper in her ear. The sudden movement and pull sent nearly an inch inside her, causing her to shiver.
"Ever since the club the other night… where I saw you in that dress that hugged that sweet little ass, I think I've developed a bit of a crush…" he growled, using his other hand to press into her hip for thrusting leverage. "Since then, I've just been thinking about it. Or at least my cock has… watching you move… oooh… and when you bend over… so many times, you made this cock throb with anticipation for this moment…"
"Shitfuck!" Sam moaned, trying not to wince or scream out as Freddie just continued pushing inside her. The blonde gasped for breath, beginning to feel a very different kind of fire brewing deep inside as his words began to soothe a little of the pain… "Please… Freddie… it's tearing me apart… so fucking big… "
"Because you made it that big…" Freddie blew hot air into her ear, giving a quick thrust again to bury another half inch inside her. "And once I started thinking about you- how smooth and tight and slippery that pink little pussy is for me- it is all I could do to control myself. But now… slipping inside you, fitting like a glove, pulsing and dripping my precum as I take you… watching the look in your eyes as you struggle to accept me fully… it's like throwing gasoline on my fire…"
"You're… getting off on… me hurting?" Sam asked, trying to look back at him, but the way he held fast to her scalp made it nearly impossible.
"Like you got off on hurting me for all those years…" he almost roared as he delivered a hard thrust inside her, sending searing pain all throughout her. "I told you I was taking what was mine today. That's why I'm fucking you and not doing this to the others. I don't want to hurt them. But you… I want to see you wince, your face contort, burning red with utter agony as I push my entire cock inside you."
"You're a real sick fuck!" Sam called out but found her head jerked back by her hair, his thick hand moving around to her throat. His other hand wrapped around her stomach and began running his middle and ring fingers up her moist slit. She wanted to fight him and push him away and stop the pain of being torn in half, but his hands seemed to keep her frozen and she hated herself for the way she was fighting back the moans from his fingers. "You're are such a fucking asshole…"
"No… this is an asshole…" Freddie seemingly smirked as he ground himself further in, getting just over two thirds of his member inside her puckered hole. "I don't know why you'd be so mad… isn't this what you've always wanted, Sam? To be my personal cocksleeve? To surrender every orifice to my cock so that you can be thoroughly fucked like the whore you are? To not rest until every slutty little hole of yours is leaking my cum?"
"Shit… you…" Sam grunted, her mind awash in pain and pleasure, unable to even insult at the moment. It didn't help her narrow focus that Freddie was now inserting his fingers, manually fucking her while his thumb worked over her clit, which seemed to loosen her up so that he could slide more of himself in. "Ohh… fuck…"
"You should be honored…" he continued, gripping her throat a little less and stroking her sex a bit more. "You're the first person I have ever fucked in the ass. I'm already working on ways to do this over and over again, grooving and sliding just for you. Well, for me… I will invent thrusts just so I can get deeper inside you. Shit, I'm not even completely inside and already I just want to paint your sphincter with my seed."
"Unnnghhh…" Sam groaned, her arms and legs slowly turning to jelly as she could feel the edge of Freddie's heavy balls against her lower cheek, telling her he was almost done. "Frrrredddiiieee…."
"But I'm not cumming just yet…" he hissed into her ear as his hand sunk to her sweat covered ripe fruit of a breast, kneading it in his hands as he pushed the last of himself inside. "I'm not yet ready to shoot and shoot until I'm completely dry…. To feel how these tight muscles of your bare, nearly virgin ass, will squeeze me for dear life as I pump everything I have for you, coming harder and longer with each thrust... I have to fuck you first."
Sam had a comment ready that he could go fuck himself, but much like the competing comment she was going to make about doing it because she couldn't wait any longer, she found the words just couldn't come out, language rolling from her abilities with each passing second.
And then he began to pull back, dislodging what felt like a third of his cock out with an audible slurp, and for a moment the mean girl suddenly realized how empty she felt without him inside and the nerve endings his cock scraped against were striking the worst kinds of pleasure and pain all at once. And then he shoved himself back in, filling her again, faster and harder, sending her eyes flying open and her body forward, stopped by his hands and the table before her.
"Oooh… that's good…" Freddie moaned, his hands pulling her back as he would thrust forward, building a rhythm which made Sam feel so much better, losing sight of any negativity eventually. His words taunted her, punctuating every other word with a thrust of half his length pushing in and out. "I should have been bending you over and railing you for years, Sam… Every time… you mocked me. Every time… you did… some stupid bullshit. Every moment… you stepped out of line. I should have taken you… up here where it was soundproofed… tore your clothes off… and fucked your ass until you begged for mercy. Make no mistake now, though… your ass is mine to fuck. My cock and your slutty little ass are now going to be the best of friends. With benefits. And you know the best part?"
"Whhuuu?" Sam managed, feeling like she was about to smash into a wall with her release.
"You love it…" he growled, slapping her breast before squeezing it tight, the nipple practically bursting between his fingers. "You live for this shit. You would have been so much more of my personal slave if I had just treated you like the bitch you are. You're so hung up on getting fucked you don't care that I could never love you because you're nothing but an egotistical bully or that what I have with Jade and Tori is so much better than anything you could ever do because you are a shallow selfish cunt. So that's what I'll treat you as."
Sam wanted to cry out that she wasn't like that and he had her all wrong, but she couldn't speak beyond moans and groans as Freddie sawed into her ass, getting faster and harder, his hands mauling her most sensitive of areas. She also couldn't speak because she couldn't tell him he was wrong. She was all of those things. She didn't want to be but she couldn't deny that she was everything he said she was.
Any other thoughts were quickly turning to mush as Freddie was relentless, pounding her like a man possessed, his fingers strumming her clit so hard and fast that she couldn't be sure she hadn't already come and his hands kept her from feeling it by sending her to another one. This one felt huge and if she was right about Freddie, he wasn't far behind.
"About to leave my mark on your ass… in it…" Freddie grunted as he refused to slow down, her formerly pale, now bright pink, body becoming little more than a ragdoll in his grasp. "I can't wait to empty my balls inside you and then once I'm done, pull out and watch as my cum leaks out of your ass… Maybe next time, I'll make you stand over a cup so you can have something to drink it from as it drips down… or maybe you'll do what probably comes naturally; so hungry for your prize that you'll lick my seed off the floor… after you clean me…"
Sam hadn't even considered the idea of what his cock might be like when he pulled out, but the idea of tasting her own ass scared and disgusted her. But there was a primal part of her that was just as eager to taste his cum as he had taunted.
Her quandary might have lasted longer but Freddie found just the right combination that made her blast off in his arms, violently shaking as every fiber of her being spasmed in orgasmic ecstasy, finally getting a long overdue release. "Shiiiitttffffuuuuuuuuuck!"
"Unngarrrgghhh!" The tensing muscles must have done the trick for him as well, his cock swelling as he roared against Sam's head, causing her to let out a gasp as the first thick rope of his release painted her guts. She could feel the splatter deep inside against her anal walls, squeezing around his member, milking his release while her other canal tried to grip his thick fingers deep inside as her nectar flowed down around them. "Yeahhhhh… that's it…"
Sam slightly wiggled her ass, hoping he would finish his deposit, though after several streams, she wondered if that was ever going to happen. Eventually, his well ran dry and he thrust a couple more times, offering nothing but pain to the sore stretched hole.
Freddie slowly withdrew his cock, and wasted no time grabbing Sam's head and forcing the exhausted girl to her knees to face him, causing a shift in the liquid inside, the viscous fluid seeping down her legs and onto the floor. Sam looked up at his massive member which showed no signs of shrinking yet, covered in his own release, though it was slightly discolored. The scent was a little off as well, making her more than a little trepidatious about doing what he wanted.
"Open up, you dirty whore…" Freddie whispered with an almost evil glare, grabbing the back of her head tightly and pushing it toward his standing member. Sam resisted and tried to fight but her arms and legs weren't working. For a few seconds, she feared that in his rough fucking he might have severed her spine or something that would turn her into this paralyzed mess but she didn't have time to think as she was led closer and closer to his member. He wiped the dirty cum all over her face, smacking her cheeks and eyes with his hardened member until finally she opened her mouth enough.
"Please… I- Ungnghh!" Sam was silenced as the thick cock rammed into her throat, pushing past her defenses, and suddenly she felt like she was going to suffocate. She tried to move and flail, gasping for breath, but it was all in vain and she simply accepted that she was going to choke on his cock as everything went black.
Sam sat up from the Shay's couch with a start, gasping for air, her chest rising and falling as the desperate breaths came and went. It was disorienting at first, looking all around the room as the slow realization that what she had just experienced wasn't real. Her body felt like it had been through a ringer and with a quick check of her moistened shorts, she realized that at least one part of the dream… or nightmare, or whatever, was certainly real.
"Fuck…." She moaned, laying back on the couch, knowing she couldn't very well sleep with shorts and underwear that were wet and sticky with her 'nocturnal emission,' but not wanting to have to go through the apartment to get her bags. Especially since they were upstairs in the former studio. With a heavy sigh, she grabbed her phone and used it to light her way off the couch, instantly realizing that she would have to get something for the piece of furniture as well. A split second later, she grabbed the stained cushion and simply flipped it over, breathing a sigh of relief that there wasn't anything on the other side, as she self-congratulated. "That'll do couch…"
As she moved through the apartment, up the stairs, she realized that she had received a text. At the top, she froze. The earlier part of the night flooded back to her like a freight train as she opened it up and saw her 'selfie' that she had sent him. Until that moment, she wondered if her bold move was something that took place in the real world, but now she knew for sure. Doubly so after seeing his message. Or messages.
-Wow. Yeah… I'll make the time. I'll text you when I'm on my way up.
-Downstairs. You made it really hard to finish working, you know that?
-I'm right outside the door. Should I knock?
-I guess you're sleeping. Guess it was my turn to have the blue balls. Maybe I'll catch you before school tomorrow. Hope I will at least.
"Fucking great…" Sam muttered, grinding her jaw, still reeling from the intense dream. After the nightmare she'd just been through, she really wanted to be held, and she didn't care if Marissa was home tonight. But now it was after 1 and she didn't want to wake Freddie up.
As she rummaged through her suitcase, she found her trump card whenever she needed to feel better and feel loved. She slipped off her sweat soaked tank top and stripped her bottoms off as well, replacing them with fresh panties and boy shorts. Then she pushed her arms into the long sleeve dress shirt, and in an instant, was surrounded by his scent once more.
Sam took a quick look around the empty studio, and found her mind reliving the best and worst moments of her dream. Eventually, she pulled herself away and headed back down to the couch, setting her alarm to give her enough time to get cleaned up for him to see her in the morning. She hoped it wouldn't wake him, but she couldn't help but respond given her flaking out on his messages.
-sorry… fell asleep. Cant w8 2 c u. I love you.
Normally Sam would use her normal abbreviations but that last part felt like it deserved to be the real words. She took a deep whiff of his shirt and curled herself into the couch, praying her next dream would be better. Just before she fell out though, she received something that dreams couldn't compare to.
-It's ok. I love you too.
Could I have made this its own dream chapter like the Teddie scene in the club? Sure, but since this was a pretty important dream for Sam to experience, bookended by the story, I felt it was justified. The next chapter is coming in just a matter of hours from this one so if this was a disappointment, maybe that one will be better. Thank you so much for reading and please comment and follow/favorite if you haven't already. We are gearing up for a big change in just over a week, so I hope everyone digs that.