Smut & Filth. Chapter twenty two.

"Shock And Awww".


He wasn’t a man given to being easily shocked, but still…

She was pissing on him and he couldn’t quite believe it. He felt the warmth on his chin and chest and it took his breath away. He leant back, allowed her cascade to splash over him, mingling with the water from the shower. He’d never experienced this before, had never wanted this, but it had a strangely gratifying effect.

“You filthy cunt,” He panted the words, “filthy fucking bitch!”

For a moment she was scared that she had over stepped the mark, that this final act of degradation she’d placed on him had spoiled things.

But only for a moment.

He rose quickly to his feet, his hands on her backside immediately, and forced her against the wall as he crushed her lips with his.

She felt his cock against her and she shrieked a giggle as he lifted her off her feet, pressing her into the corner. His bone hard cock penetrated her quickly and easily as she wrapped her legs around him and held him tightly.

He bit her ear, not so hard as to be unpleasant but hard enough to hurt. Her eyes widened as he began to fuck her, to use her for his own selfish gratification.

Selfish though his intentions were, she shared in the gratification, cumming almost immediately and sinking her teeth into his shoulder.

The pain he felt from her teeth on his flesh only served to spur his passion. He fucked her harder than he’d ever fucked her before. Harder than he’d ever fucked before.

Her arms stretched out, her palms flat on the tiles and bracing herself as the water that rained down on them began to go cold. His cock felt bigger than it had ever felt, the pleasure it was forcing upon her almost painful.

Then, suddenly, he was out of her. His fingers closed around her throat as he stood back, bending slightly and biting her quivering breast as his other hand pawed at her wet cunt. She pretended to resist.

He dragged her roughly from the shower and into the other room, throwing her to her knees in front of the log burner. Before she could do or say a word he pushed her onto all fours, his arm snaking around and beneath her tummy, lifting her slightly and taking the weight from her knees as he pounded himself into her from behind.

He knelt upright and placed a hand on each of her hips, controlling her movements and forcing her to push back and meet each powerful thrust of his own hips. He hurt her and she loved it.

He took a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, and spanked her as he fucked her. Then, he was ready.

As he slid himself quickly out of her tightness he pushed her over. She lay there, exhausted, as he stood snarling down at her and finishing himself off, shooting his load onto her face, into her hair, all over her heaving breasts.

Dropping to one knee by her side he leaned in for a kiss, his hand stroking her tummy. She nibbled his lip and smiled, then murmured softly…

“Get off me, you dirty bastard. You fucking stink.”


“Awww fuck,” He laughed, "there’s no more hot water.”


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