Chapter 361

I started moving—hard, fast, hips slamming into her ass, cock driving deep with every stroke. Her pussy was soaked, gripping me tight, wet sounds filling the room.

"Take it," I growled, hand in her hair again, pulling her head back. "Take every fucking inch... this is what you wanted, isn’t it? My cock owning this pussy."

"Yes... fuck—own me—harder—"

I pounded her mercilessly, hips a blur, balls slapping her clit. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, skirt bunched high, panties stretched around her thighs.

"You’re mine right now," I rasped. "No one else. Just you—bent over, taking this dick like a desperate whore."

"Yours—fuck—only yours—please—don’t stop—"

I slapped her ass again. "Scream louder... let the whole floor hear how I fuck you."

She did—moans turning to raw screams, body shaking, pussy clenching tighter.

I thrust into Carrie hard, hips snapping forward with relentless force, cock slamming deep into her pussy over and over. Her body jolted with each impact, ass rippling under the mini skirt that barely covered anything, the fabric bunching higher with every stroke. She braced against the wall, hands splayed flat, her black blouse riding up to expose more of her stomach, tits swaying heavily under the thin material, nipples hard and visible through the fabric as they bounced wildly. Sweat glistened on her skin, making the room’s dim light reflect off her curves, her thick thighs trembling as she tried to stay arched for me.

She reacted with gasps and broken moans, body pushing back instinctively, pussy clenching tighter around me, wet sounds filling the room as I drove in. Her legs shook, knees buckling slightly, but she held the position, fingers curling against the wall like she was clinging for dear life. Her hair fell over her face, sticking to her sweat-dampened cheek, eyes half-lidded in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Fucking take it, slut," I growled, slapping her ass hard, the crack echoing. "Public princess, all sunshine and rainbows— but here you’re just a bitch in heat, aren’t you? Spreading for the guy who ruined your family. Pathetic whore."

She screamed, body shuddering, pussy gushing wetter, but she didn’t deny it—moans turning desperate, ass pushing back harder. "Please—fuck—harder—"

Carrie was getting close—her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, body tensing, pussy fluttering around my cock like it was trying to pull me deeper.

I could feel her pussy getting tighter—walls clenching harder with every thrust, milking me, her juices dripping down my balls, making everything slicker, hotter.

Then I stopped moving—held still deep inside her.

Carrie glanced back immediately, eyes wide and pleading, lips parted in a gasp.

I grabbed her by the head, fingers tangling in her hair, and pushed her right cheek hard against the wall, pinning her there.

"You can’t cum unless I fucking say so, slut."

Carrie desperately moved her ass back to my cock, grinding, trying to get friction, body trembling with need. I just removed my dick completely, pulling out with a wet pop.

She let out a broken sound, a frustrated, needy whimper, and trembled against the wall, thighs shaking, pussy clenching on nothing.

"You want me to fucking go?"

Carrie shook her head frantically, cheek still pressed to the wall by my hand, eyes squeezed shut.

"Then act like a good girl."

She nodded quickly, breath shaky.

I rubbed my dick onto her pussy again—slow, teasing strokes along her slit, coating myself in her wetness, then slid back inside in one deep thrust.

She gasped, body arching.

I kept fucking her—hard, steady strokes, hips snapping forward, cock driving deep. "That’s it, bitch—take it like the desperate whore you are. All smiles and perfect life to the world, but here you’re just a dripping mess for my cock. Pathetic, aren’t you? Begging the guy who locked up your son to fuck you senseless."

"Yes—fuck—pathetic—your whore—" she moaned, voice breaking, body rocking with every thrust.

I slapped her ass again. "Louder, slut. Admit it—you’re nothing but a bitch in heat for me. Public angel, private cumdump."

"I’m—your bitch—fuck—cumdump—please—"

Carrie got close again to cumming—her moans turning frantic, pussy clenching tighter, body tensing, breaths short and ragged. Fucking hell, she was really into it.

I stopped—held still once more.

Carrie gritted her teeth, letting out a shaky breath, trying to control her urges, body trembling, pussy fluttering desperately around me, begging for release.

Her orgasm faded again, body slumping slightly against the wall, breaths ragged, pussy still twitching weakly around my cock. She whimpered, frustrated, hips trying to grind back for more friction, but I held her steady, not letting her take control.

I kept moving—slow at first, teasing thrusts that barely gave her what she needed, then building back to hard, steady strokes.

Her body rocked forward with every thrust, ass jiggling, skirt flipping up higher, red panties still tangled around her knees, stretched and soaked.

"Filthy pig," I sneered, slapping her ass hard, watching the flesh jiggle and turn red. "All prim and proper in public—miss charity queen, smiling for the cameras—but here you’re just a desperate pig in heat, aren’t you? Spreading for the guy who ruined your family. Pathetic."

She moaned, body arching, pussy clenching tighter around me. "Yes... fuck, pig, your pig—"

I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, thrusting deeper. "That’s right—oink for me, you worthless sow. Acting like a high-class lady, but you’re nothing but a cock-hungry animal, begging to be bred like livestock."

She gasped, body jolting with each thrust, tits flattening against the wall, nipples dragging through her blouse with every movement. Her moans turned broken, voice shaking as I degraded her, but her pussy got wetter, dripping down my balls, the shame fueling her arousal.

I pulled out suddenly, cock slick and throbbing. "Turn around, slut. On your knees—face on the floor, ass up like the dog you are."

She hesitated a second, breath hitching, but obeyed—turning, dropping to her knees on the dirty carpet, face down against the ground, ass high in the air, skirt flipped up, pussy exposed and glistening. The sight of her... it was fucking sexy for me, but for her—embarrassing—her in that position, cheek pressed to the filthy floor, legs spread, begging without words.

I knelt behind her, spread her cheeks wide, and thrust back in—hard, deep, cock slamming home. She screamed into the carpet, body rocking forward, tits scraping against the rough fabric through her blouse, nipples dragging with every thrust. Her ass jiggled wildly, thighs quivering, stomach flat against the ground as I pounded her from above.

"Pathetic cunt," I growled, slapping her ass again. "On the floor like a street mutt—your fancy life means nothing now. You’re just a hole for my cock, aren’t you? A brainless fucktoy pretending to be a woman."

She moaned loud, body shaking, pushing back desperately. "Yes—fucktoy—your hole—please—"

I thrust brutal, hips a blur, cock driving deep, her pussy squelching with every stroke. Her tits flattened against the floor, blouse rumpled, mini skirt tangled around her waist, heels kicking slightly as her legs spread wider for balance. Sweat poured down her back, pooling at her waist, her hair matted to her face against the carpet.

Not even after ten seconds, Carrie got closer—her moans turning frantic, pussy clenching tighter, body tensing, breaths short and ragged.

I stopped suddenly, cock still buried deep inside her.

"Not yet, slut," I said, voice low and commanding. "Keep it going."

Carrie moaned, frustrated, then nodded shakily, hips twitching as she tried to hold back. Her body trembled, pussy fluttering desperately around me, begging for release.

I grabbed her by the shoulder—firm, no warning—and shoved her down to the ground. She hit the carpet on her shoulder with a soft thud, mini skirt riding up, blouse disheveled, tits heaving as she caught her breath. Her eyes flicked up to me, wide and glassy, lips parted in shock and need.

I lay back on the floor, cock standing straight up, still slick from her pussy. "Get on my dick," I ordered, voice low. "Facing me. Now."

Carrie crawled forward slowly, knees scraping the rough carpet, skirt bunched around her waist. She straddled me, positioned her pussy over my cock, and sank down—taking me deep in one slow drop, moaning as she bottomed out.

"Arms behind your back," I said. "Jump on my dick like the whore you are."

She obeyed, crossing her wrists behind her, then started jumping—lifting her hips high, then slamming down hard, pussy swallowing my cock over and over. Her tits bounced wildly under the blouse, nipples scraping the fabric, stomach flexing with every drop, ass slapping against my thighs.

"You wanna cum, slut?" I growled, hands on her hips, guiding her harder.

"Yes! YES!" she cried, voice cracking.

"Oink like a fucking pig."

"OINK! OINK!"

"Good fucking girl," I sneered. "Like a fucking pig you are. Lower than a fucking animal—oinking for cock, begging for it like trash."

"OINK! OINK! FUUUCK! OINK!"

"I put your fucking son behind bars, fucking idiot. That’s how you return the favor?"

"OINK! OINK!"

"You live for my cock now, don’t you? Fucking slut. Whore."

"OINK! OINK! OINK!"

"Guess you earned yourself an orgasm, pig," I rasped. "Cum like the fucking whore you are."

Carrie’s eyes rolled back, mouth open, tongue lolling out. She was on the edge—body trembling, pussy clenching tight around me.

I straightened up, wrapped my arms around her, and bit down hard on her nipple through the blouse—teeth sinking in, sucking rough. She screamed, body arching.

All the denied orgasms hit her at once—she came so hard her whole body convulsed, pussy spasming violently, gushing hot and wet around my cock.

"FUCK—YES!!"