Weird ride

Fred POV

“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice thick with lust as I rubbed the swollen head of my cock up and down her soaked slit, teasing her entrance mercilessly.

I slapped the heavy shaft against her swollen clit a few times, making her jerk and whimper.

The young girl trembled beneath me, her hips twitching desperately as she tried to push back onto my cock. “Yes… please, young master. I’m so wet for you. Don’t tease me anymore… I need you inside me. Please fuck me…”

I smirked darkly and pressed forward slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching her incredibly tight pussy open. She was so snug it felt like she was sucking me in. Her walls clenched hard around my girth as I sank deeper.

“Ahhhhhh! Young master—! It’s so big… ahh! You’re splitting me open!” she screamed in pleasure, her back arching sharply off the couch. Fresh tears of overwhelming sensation spilled from her eyes as I bottomed out inside her, my heavy balls pressed tight against her ass.

“Fuck, you’re gripping me like a vice,” I groaned, savoring the way her pussy fluttered and pulsed around my cock. “So fucking tight… almost like a virgin.”

Across the room, the hitman was still brutally pounding the older woman from behind, the loud wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh echoing through the room.

I started moving my hips in a deep, rhythmic pace — pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in hard, making her full breasts bounce wildly with every thrust.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder, young master! Please— I want all of it!” she cried out, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist as she pulled me deeper.

I fucked her harder, gripping her soft thighs and driving into her slick, dripping heat again and again. The obscene sound of her wet pussy taking my cock filled the air.

“Such a greedy little cunt,” I growled, leaning down to bite her neck. “You love getting fucked by a rich heir's cock, don’t you?”

“Yes… I love it! Your cock is so thick… it’s hitting so deep inside me!” she sobbed in pleasure, nails digging into my back.

After several minutes of relentless pounding, I pulled out, flipped her over onto her stomach, and yanked her ass up high in the air.

I mounted her from behind like an animal, sliding back into her dripping cunt in one brutal thrust.

“Oh my god—! Fuck!” she screamed into the cushion, fingers clawing desperately at the leather. “You’re so deep like this… I can feel you in my stomach! You’re going to ruin me!”

I grabbed her hips hard enough to leave marks and started riding her with savage force, my pelvis slapping loudly against her ass with every powerful stroke. “Take it all, you little whore. This tight pussy belongs to me right now.”

“Yes! I love your cock… don’t stop fucking me! Harder— please destroy my pussy!” she begged, voice breaking into desperate moans.

I glanced sideways. The hitman had lifted the older woman, pressing her back against the wall. Her legs were locked around his waist as he fucked her standing, pounding her pulsing pussy with deep, punishing thrusts. She was moaning like a bitch in heat, her heavy tits bouncing wildly with every slam.

The filthy sight made my cock throb even harder. I gripped the young girl’s hair, yanking her head back as I fucked her faster and deeper, the couch creaking dangerously under us.

“Fuck— you’re creaming all over my cock,” I groaned. “Such a sloppy little slut.”

After several more minutes of brutal pounding, I pulled out again, breathing heavily. “Turn around and face me.”

She obeyed shakily, turning to sit on the very edge of the couch, legs spread wide. I stood up tall, grabbed her thighs, and slammed my glistening cock back into her soaked hole in one hard thrust. Her eyes rolled back and she nearly collapsed backward from the intensity.

“Fuck—!” I caught her waist just in time, holding her up as I started fucking her in this standing position. “Look at you… barely able to handle it. Such a weak little pussy.”

I leaned down, capturing one of her swollen, sensitive nipples in my mouth, sucking hard while my other hand pinched and twisted the other one roughly. She squirmed violently in my arms, her pussy clenching and fluttering rhythmically around my thrusting cock.

“Young master… it’s too much… I’m going to cum— ahhh! Please don’t stop!” she cried, her entire body shaking.

I sucked harder, biting down on her nipple while pounding into her without mercy. Her moans turned into desperate, high-pitched screams of pleasure.

I looked over again. The older woman had already finished — she was on her knees, obediently cleaning the hitman’s cock with long strokes of her tongue. He was now sitting back comfortably on the opposite couch, smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smirk, watching us like it was live entertainment.

My own climax was building fast. I pulled out of her tight, pulsing pussy and stroked my throbbing, veiny cock furiously.

“On your knees. Open your fucking mouth,” I ordered hoarsely.

She dropped instantly, tongue hanging out, looking up at me with completely lust-drunk eyes. I groaned loudly as thick, powerful ropes of cum shot across her pretty face and straight into her open mouth.

She licked every drop eagerly, swallowing what landed on her tongue before wiping the rest from her cheeks and sucking it off her fingers like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted.

“Good girl,” I panted, still catching my breath.

The older woman came over quietly, helped the younger girl clean up her face and body, and then led her out of the room. The door clicked shut, leaving just me and the hitman.

I pulled my trousers back up, zipped them, and sat down on the couch, still breathing hard. My body felt satisfied and loose, but my mind was already shifting back to the real reason I was here.

The hitman took a long, slow drag from his cigarette and grinned at me through the smoke.

“Now that you’ve emptied your balls, rich boy… it’s time to talk real business.”