by Writing Shark
A revelation
But Hannah has completely misjudged you. Maybe it’s her naivety, growing up protected and becoming a woman without worries. Or it’s her feelings for you, suppressed love for a bad boy. Whatever it is, Hannah fundamentally misunderstands you and doesn’t see the ice-cold frustration, the tingling restlessness and the seething anger inside you.
“Come here and…”
The moment the beautiful girl’s head spins around, her hair seems to dance in the air and the sharp sound your hand made on her cheek cuts through the air, you know what you need. It’s not because of Hanna, she’s a nice, if stupid, girl and a good fuck. But the look in her eyes, the emptiness caused by the shock in the half of a second she realizes that you’ve given her a resounding slap, is better than all the sex with Hannah put together.
It lasts another second, a second in which you become addicted to something you can’t quite grasp yet. Then Hannah raises her hand to her cheek and stares at you. And you stare at her. And Hannah starts to giggle nervously.
“Kyle what…” Totally on autopilot, you start experimenting, slapping her other cheek with your backhand. Your cock throbs wildly in your boxer shorts as you watch Hannah’s eyes start to water. You want to wipe the tears from her eyes and comfort her. Instead, you step up to her, Hannah is too confused to back away, and grab her hard by the neck.
“I said… Make… me… a sandwich… slut.” Your voice is ice cold and your pulse is racing. Your father is facing millions of dollars in lawsuits if Hannah does the only right thing. She knows how powerful she is, her family. Here one of the 0.1 percent is attacking another. Something like that will end with a lot of money and a never-ending trip to a faraway branch of the company for you. Hannah just has to storm out of the room, run to Milo and Sisy and report you. It would be the only right thing to do.
“Okay…” Her voice is a submissive breath against the straining muscles of your arm and you let her go immediately. Hannah doesn’t run out of the room, but she hurries and doesn’t even get dressed as she leaves the room and rushes into the kitchen, showing you her willing, trained ass and slim back.
And you sit on your bed and look at your hands. They have never done such hard work and you feel the tingling in your palms, fascinated, where your skin hit Hannah’s so brutally. You would love to run downstairs and apologize to her. After all, she has a crush on you and even if she doesn’t, she doesn’t deserve something like that.
And you stay seated.
Because it felt so good.
Not the act of aggression itself and somehow you have to make it up to Hannah.
“But fuck…” you whisper. You haven’t felt this alive in a long time.
In your life of abundance and luxury, you get everything you want the second you say it. And it’s so boring. You didn’t like causing Hannah physical pain and you’re glad about it. But seeing her do what you wanted, not because you’re rich but because you wanted it that way… your cock is rock hard in your boxer shorts and wants to come out and play.
You stay sitting on your bed and stare out at the snowy Swiss Alps while thoughts form in your head all by themselves. Thoughts form into ideas and ideas form into plans.
And then Hannah stands next to you, naked and unsure. And a sandwich in her hand.
“Here you go,” she says in a quiet voice and holds out the sandwich to you. You take it silently and eat your breakfast while your stomach calms down and the food gives you new energy that you immediately invest in your ideas.
“Kyle?” Her voice is feminine and quiet and stops completely when you raise your finger without looking at her. And Hannah actually keeps her mouth shut for once in her life, standing obediently next to you and watching you eat and look out the window. Finally you’re finished and her faithful eyes nervously follow your every move as you stand up and look at her.
Her cheeks are red and her eyes moist. This must be the first time in her life that the girl has been treated so harshly and you see the consequences on her face. It makes you grin. Because Hannah is turned on. You can see it in her rapid breathing and the slow movements of her eyes, as well as in her moist lips and the pressure with which she rubs her bare legs together.
At that moment you realize what you want to do to escape this boring life full of luxury. You smile and turn to Hannah.
“On your knees,” you say and look coldly at her.
“Kyle, first we have to talk about what just happened.” You shake your head.
“I don’t want to have to hit you again, but if you don’t start sucking my cock so hard and dirty that spit runs out of your nose in the next ten seconds…” You let the threat hang in the air and when her eyes wander down and she hesitantly looks between your legs, you know you’ve won. From now on you will live how you want. And you are grateful to Hannah for that. You raise your hand and that brings the girl back to you. She flinches quickly but you are quicker. Your hand shoots forward, Hannah squeaks like a puppy… and then moans softly as your hand strokes her warm skin. “I want you,” you say quietly and gently and her eyes search for yours. “Now.”
And Hannah falls to her knees in front of you, red cheeks, watery eyes and wet pussy.
“Hey you two, hurry up a bit!” you hear Milo’s voice from outside. “We’re hungry.” You grin with satisfaction.
“Start without us,” you call back. “I still have something to do here.” These words are only meant for Hannah.
The rich and spoiled girl kneels in front of your cock and rams your lance into her face again and again. Her work is sloppy and probably causes her more pain than satisfaction, but the messy BJ is not what makes you harder.
“Such a gooood girl,” you press through your teeth and pat her hair. And Hannah tries even harder to please you. The blush on her cheeks now comes from her lust and her big doe eyes look up at you submissively while her head shakes back and forth quickly and hard. “Keep sucking” you demand and Hannah obeys. “Do this and I’m proud of you” you hiss. “Be a good little whore.” That makes Hannah stop.
“But I’m not…” she protests and you only have to raise your hand to get her to suck again.
“You’re a dirty little suck whore” you bark and she flinches. “And I like that about you.” Your hand strokes her head again while you feel dizzy from the power you experience. “Now make it come out of your nose or I will beat you black and blue.” The girl beneath you must actually know that you cannot make this threat come true. Your life would be over. But even so, just at the threat of violence, she starts sucking your cock faster and breathes loudly through her nose. Of course she doesn’t know how to humiliate herself for a boy, she’s too rich and powerful for that, but when you look down at her and smile encouragingly, her own lips curl upwards as much as they can with your cock in her mouth. “That’s right slut.” Your moans fill the room. “Such a good whore. Yes. I’m cumming slut. Cumming… just for… you…” And Hannah can’t take it anymore. The girl pulls your cock out of her mouth and jerks you off with both her hands while she looks up at you with a manic grin, small tits shaking int rhythm.
“Yes Babe! Cum for me! I love it! Love being your little slut. Spay it on my face and…” You grab her hair and press her head back onto your cock.
“Suck it till it comes out of your nose,” you scream and her nose touches your skin. Hard and fast she rams her face against your body while you use your hands to help her “Fuuuuck!”
It’s the best orgasm of your life. It’s about you. And Hannah is happy. At least her muffled gurgle sounds happy as you fuck her mouth and turn it white.
And then she has to cough, hard.
“Yes! Good slut! Atta girl!” you congratulate her as white sperm, mixed with spit and snot, shoots out of her nose and hits your cock and her breasts.
You pull her head back, your cock still pumping, and plaster her face with some white markings.
You know exactly what you have to do.
Writing Shark 