by Writing Shark
You fuck Cathy dirty and hard
It’s even quieter here in the toilet than in the lounges, so everyone in here can hear her painful squeals as you grab her by the slender and warm neck and throw her into the small cell with force. She is a little taller than you but you are stronger and it must be hurting her as she supports herself on the dirty toilet seat.
But her ass looks so inviting and her pained moan turns into pure pleasure as she feels your rough hands on her body. Your fingers wander over the expensive fabric, feeling the warmth of her body beneath her in contrast to the clinical cold of the dirty washroom. Then you pull her dress roughly, exposing her bare legs whose thighs willingly spread for you while she slides around on her high heels.
“No underwear? You dirty little cunt.” Your hand slams loudly on her naked flesh, so hard that Cathy has to bite her arm.
“You should always be able to take me, darling,” she gasps and supports herself with her hands on the wall by the toilet. There’s her lustful look again that she gives you over her shoulder. “Fuckmeat is useless if you have to work to ruin it.”
“Ruining your body will be hard… darling.” Fuck! “You stupid whore.” Focus and be a monster! Luckily you know how to turn off Cathy’s little girl brain and sink your cock straight into her slobbering cunt. There are other people in the room but they are either drunk or too intimidated. You’re a monster to them, just like for Cathy. As always, it’s you who has to remember. “Fuck you horny pig, you’re wet as the sea.”
“For you always, sweetheart.”
“Whore.”
“Your whore. You own mmmmmh…” Your hand comes down hard over her mouth and you feel her cunt closing around you as you penetrate her.
“God can you keep your mouth shut for once in your life, you stupid piece of shit?” In response, Cathy sucks your fingers into her mouth and plays with them with her tongue while her lower end presses against you.
Her moans are getting louder along with the wet squelching of her cunt but your pleasure is also increasing to a great extent. Cathy is a phenomenal fuck and you want to praise her. Her hot breath passes through your fingers in a stifled scream as you push her head against the dirty wall with your other hand.
“Shiiiit…” you moan strainedly while holding her head. Then you grab her hard and spin her body around, hair flying. Her face contorts painfully as she twists her ankle on her high heels, but she follows you obediently and lets you push her against the thin wall of the cabin.
The hurried flushing sounds from next door as Cathy wraps one leg around you, one arm as well and with her other hand she guides yours to her tits. Then the whole cabin shakes as you fuck your girlfriend so hard that it can be heard throughout all the room. Her screams sound, half painful, half pleasure, as you rail her without consideration.
“Yes!” she screams at the top of her lungs. “Yes fuck me, Ethan! You animal! Fuck your slave hard and dirty you horny stallion! Oh god your cock is the best here! Nobody fucks like you! Why do I deserve you? What did I do to get fucked so well? Please Ethan! Please fuck me so hard and brutal forever! Oh god thank you, Ethan! Thanks for fucking meeee!” She really goes out of her way to announce to the world who you are and what you do, just like you wanted. And you feel like a god.
“Hey!” comes from outside. It’s a female voice. “What are you doing in there!” You assume it’s one of the girls you saw on the dance floor. “Let go of the poor girl and get out of here.”
“Fuck…” you start.
“Fuck you, you little bitch!” But Cathy is louder. And angrier. “You stupid whore! Fuck yes Ethan, keep going. Please! Keep fucking me!”
“What…” comes the stutter from outside. Then Cathy quickly opens the door and presents herself and you to the girl who is so angry that she came to the men’s bathroom. Your sister stands in the doorway, her hands holding onto the frame, her legs twisted and spread, her dress loose around her hips, you behind her, hammering away into your cheap whore of a sister.
“Fuck off you cheap piece of trash shit! Fuck off and get yourself a cock that you can serve like a good little girl.” Cathy doesn’t stop fucking you, moving her hips and bending over so her tits hang humiliatingly under her, wobbling with your trusts in full view of the poor girl. Then she feels your hands in her hair, grabbing her and pulling her body upwards. “Or stay here,” she says more gently, although strained as her cunt tries to crush your cock while her backside presses against you. “He’s coming soon and we could receive it together like good nuns at our altar.”
The girl stands still, looking from her to you and back to her. The other three men in the toilet too. Then the girl runs outside.
“Stupid cunt!” Cathy moans. “We could have shared his godly cum!” Then she turns to you as your balls slap against her body. “Now show this stupid cunt who she serves my Lord!” She’s so dirty, so dirty. You can’t take it anymore.
With even more force than before you throw her back into the cabin, with her legs on the dirty, hard floor, a high heel has already slipped off her feet, her back on the toilet.
“Hurt me, Brother!” everyone in the toilet heard it. “I know you don’t want it.” You falter. But Cathy isn’t shocked. “But you need it. So let’s go.” She smiles at you in love, you’ve never seen her so tender and vulnerable. Not once. “Hurt your sister, little brother. Hurt me!”
“Cathy screams and moans like a dying pig as you slam her head onto your cock with so much force that it hurts yourself. You fuck her skull so brutal that her hair flies and drool hangs in long strands from her chin and is spread over her body and the walls of the toilet by the wild movements. Her screams ring through the room louder than the music and you’re aware of the gazes of the older, stronger, sexier-looking boys and men who are on you, not on Cathy.
But it’s you who’s having sex now and it’s exhilarating. It is addictive.
You feel her tongue on the underside of your cock and her straining throat constricting around your dick while your hands hold her skull in an iron grip. Her knees slip on the tile floor, tearing her black dress that hangs uselessly around her stomach. Her fingers and feet are dirty and her face is as red as the rising sun. Black strands decorate her face and sweat, precum and spit glisten on and between her swirling tits.
“Fuck you stupid cunt, you’re so disgusting,” you moan loudly as your balls tighten. You feel it in your body, your muscles contracting as you insult Cathy. “I’m coming, you pathetic looser whore!” Cathy screams out her pleasure around your pumping cock, which only sounds like pathetic gagging.
“Yes, fuck her!” you hear behind you, but don’t notice anything else. Then you come, feeling your body stiffen painfully, while you fuck her skull even faster, making her head blury and her screams hurt your ears.
You fuck yourself empty in her skull, shoot your massive load in her pained throad, paint her tongue white and deposit the last shots on her forehead and eyes while still pushing her head around like with a lifeless doll. She looks so beautifully ugly, face ruined, tongue sticking out greedily, a sea of drool pouring out of her mouth, sweaty and smelly, dirty and shaking while your orgasm subsides, the strongest one of your life. It is wonderful. “Fuck you Whoooore!” One last time in the face, right in the eye, in the nose and in the mouth. She coughs your cum back out onto her tits as you replace the load with another, and then another, and another. “You…stupid…fucking…piece of…woman…” You’re so exhausted, you can’t even properly insult your sister anymore.
“Wow dude… that was…” You ignore the young man as you lead Cathy out of the bathroom, her tongue showing the traces of cum she licked from the dirty floor. Next to you, she looks like a medieval peasant next to a king and that’s how it should be and it’s an uphill battle not to grin obsessively as you present her to the world. Your appearance is somewhat presentable, Cathy looks like she’s gone crazy. Cum and spit on her face, the dress crumpled and only half on her body. A tit hangs out of her cleavage and cum drips from her painfully stiff nipple onto the club floor. She is barefoot, the high heels a souvenir for one of the men in the toilet. Her entire body is trembling, the result of the depleting adrenaline. And she doesn’t notice anything around her as you grab her sweaty and disheveled hair and lead her through the crowd like your slave, quite a few of stares following you.
But Cathy has a freedom that you don’t allow yourself today, since you otherwise have all the freedom in the world.
While you lead her, humiliated, tormented and ugly, through the crowd to her car, she is the one who can smile happily.
Writing Shark 