Chapter 13: Chapter 13
The phone lay discarded on the cushion, recording the obscene tableau – the slow, deliberate plunge of Ben’s cock into Evelyn’s stretched asshole, the immense curve of her ass rising and falling with each grinding thrust. Her cheek was still pressed to the cushion, eyes half-lidded, a slow smile playing on her lips. "Slower, baby," she murmured, her voice thick, pushing back weakly to meet his next deep entry. "Make it last. Feel every fucking inch." Ben groaned, obliging, sinking into her molten heat with agonizing patience, the wet, thick sound echoing the lazy rhythm. "That’s it," Evelyn sighed, arching her spine slightly. "Now… squeeze them." Her hand gestured vaguely towards her breasts, spilling heavily against the couch. Ben’s large hand left her hip, closing possessively over the immense swell of her left tit, squeezing the heavy, yielding flesh, feeling the soft weight fill his palm. "Harder," she breathed, her own fingers finding her clit in slow circles. "Squeeze them like you own them, Benny. ‘Cause you do." He intensified the pressure, kneading the plump flesh, his thumb finding her nipple, rolling it stiff and pebbled. "Fuck yes," she gasped, rocking back onto his deep stroke. "Now… the other one." He switched hands, giving her right breast the same rough, claiming attention, his cock never breaking its slow, penetrating rhythm deep in her bowels. "Slap it," Evelyn demanded, her voice dropping lower, rougher. "Slap this fat tit for me." Ben pulled his hand back, bringing it down in a sharp, echoing crack against the jiggling flesh of her breast. "Oh Christ!" she cried, not in pain but in ecstasy, her asshole clenching tight around his buried cock. "Again! Harder!" He complied, the sharp slap ringing out again, leaving a reddening mark on the pale skin, her nipple standing impossibly erect. "Good boy," she purred, turning her face towards him, her eyes dark pools of lust. "Your slut loves it rough. Now… my ass." Her voice dropped to a filthy whisper. "Slap this greedy ass while it takes your fat cock." Ben’s hand, still stinging, slid down the immense curve of her flank. He paused, feeling the heat radiating from the plump cheek currently swallowing his shaft. He pulled almost all the way out, watching the spit-slicked pucker gape obscenely, then sank back in deep. As his hips met the swell of her ass, his hand came down hard in a heavy, resounding thwack on the other cheek. Evelyn screamed, a sound of pure, filthy delight, her body bucking, her inner muscles rippling violently around his cock. "Fuck! YES!" she panted, pushing back desperately onto his next slow, deep thrust. "Slap your mark on it! Make it red!" Another heavy slap landed on the other cheek, the impact making her transformed body jiggle, the sound mingling with the wet squelch of his penetration. "Whose red ass is this?" Ben growled, grinding deep, feeling the heat bloom under his palm. "Yours!" she gasped, turning her head fully, eyes blazing. "Your fat-titted, red-assed slut! Fuck it harder! Use this ass like you fucking mean it!" The command hung in the coffee-scented air, a filthy challenge as Ben adjusted his grip on her hip, the slow, deep rhythm shifting, gaining a fraction more intent, more possessiveness, ready to claim her utterly.
The command hung in the coffee-scented air, a filthy challenge as Ben adjusted his grip on her hip, the slow, deep rhythm shifting, gaining a fraction more intent, more possessiveness, ready to claim her utterly. He drove deeper, feeling her hot, tight channel yield exquisitely around his thick shaft, a wet, sucking sound punctuating each deliberate withdrawal and plunge. "Yeah, Benny," Evelyn groaned, pushing her transformed ass back harder against his hips, the immense curves jiggling with the force. "Feel that greedy hole milkin' your cock?" She tilted her head towards the phone propped on the cushion, her eyes glazed but focused on the lens. "You seein' this, baby?" she rasped directly to the recording, a filthy grin spreading. "See how fuckin' good your slut takes it up the ass? How she loves bein' used?" Ben’s hand cracked down hard on her already reddened left buttock, the sharp impact echoing, the flesh rippling under his palm. "Oh fuck yes!" she screamed, her insides clamping down fiercely, pulling him deeper. "Mark it! Mark this fat fuckin' ass!" He obeyed, delivering another heavy, stinging slap to the other cheek, watching the crimson bloom spread across her pale skin. "Harder," she demanded, breathless, her voice dropping to a rough whisper thick with lust. "Make your bitch feel it tomorrow." Ben leaned forward, his breath hot on her neck as his hand came down even harder, a meaty thwack that made her whole body jolt. "Christ, that’s it," she panted, pushing back wildly onto his next slow, thick penetration, her asshole gripping him like a hot, slick fist. "Now squeeze these fuckin' tits again," she commanded, her own hand roughly kneading one heavy breast, pinching the stiff nipple cruelly. "Make ‘em ache." Ben’s large hand closed possessively over her other tit, squeezing the immense, soft weight, feeling the nipple harden impossibly further against his palm. He twisted it sharply, pulling a ragged moan from her throat as she arched her back, presenting herself more. "Yeah, hurt ‘em," she gasped, her eyes rolling back for a second before fixing on the camera again. "Tell him, Benny," she urged, her voice turning syrupy-sweet yet utterly depraved. "Tell the camera who owns these fat tits, this slutty red ass." Ben thrust slowly, grinding deep, his other hand still kneading her breast roughly. "Mine," he growled, the word thick and possessive, watching the phone record her blissful degradation. "All this filthy fuckhole," he added, punctuating it with another deep, deliberate stroke that made her gasp. "Forever." Evelyn moaned low and long, a sound of pure, wanton surrender, her body utterly pliant beneath his hands, taking everything he gave, the slow, relentless claiming stretching time itself.
Evelyn moaned low and long, a sound of pure, wanton surrender, her body utterly pliant beneath his hands, taking everything he gave, the slow, relentless claiming stretching time itself. "Fuckin' wreck me," she gasped, her voice shredded raw, pushing her transformed ass back onto his grinding thrusts, the immense cheeks jiggling obscenely. Ben’s hand cracked down hard on her already crimson left buttock, the sharp slap echoing off the bookshelves, making her gasp and clench fiercely around his buried cock. "Marked," he growled, kneading the hot, stinging flesh possessively, feeling the heat bloom under his palm. "Your fuckhole," she panted, turning her head towards the forgotten phone, her eyes glazed but defiant. "Record it swallowing your load, Benny... fill this greedy ass." He drove deeper, harder, abandoning the slow rhythm for urgent, piston-like strokes that punched ragged cries from her throat. "Gonna cum?" he grunted, feeling her inner walls flutter desperately, gripping him like a slick, hot fist. "Inside... deep!" she screamed, her body arching violently, her fingers digging into the couch cushions as her climax ripped through her, her asshole spasming wildly around his thick shaft. Ben roared, slamming home one final, brutal time, his hips grinding against her swollen flesh as he emptied himself deep into her bowels in thick, pulsing jets. They collapsed together, slick with sweat, breathing ragged, the only sound the wet squelch as his softening cock slipped free from her gaping, used hole.
A shaky laugh bubbled up from Evelyn first, muffled by the cushion her face was pressed into. "Christ," she wheezed, her voice utterly wrecked, "that was... fuckin' absurd." Ben chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest, collapsing back against the worn couch cushions, utterly spent. "Certifiably crazy," he agreed, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his gaze drifting to the phone still silently recording the aftermath – her glistening, reddened ass, the mess between her thighs. Evelyn pushed herself up weakly, wincing slightly, a wide, sated grin spreading across her flushed face. "Move over, big guy," she murmured, crawling with surprising grace over his legs. She nestled herself comfortably between his thighs, her head resting against his stomach, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his hip. Her hand drifted down, wrapping casually around the base of his softening, sticky cock. Without preamble, she leaned forward, her lips parting to take the thick head into her mouth, sucking gently, lazily. Ben sighed, a sound of pure contentment, his hand drifting down to stroke her hair, then tracing the curve of her shoulder, the swell of her breast he’d slapped red only minutes before. "So," she mumbled around his cock, her tongue swirling lazily, "did the penguins win?" He laughed again, louder this time, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the warm skin of her flank. "Didn't catch the score," he admitted, his fingers tracing the outline of a fresh red handprint on her plump ass cheek. "Too busy." She hummed in agreement, the vibration traveling pleasantly through his cock as she sucked him slowly, contentedly, the afternoon dissolving into soft laughter and shared, comfortable silence.
Her lips enveloped the thick head of his cock, warm and wet, sucking lazily as afternoon sunlight turned the dust motes into drifting gold. "Penguins probably waddled off to find better entertainment," Ben murmured, his fingers tracing the sensitive curve of her ear, then drifting down the column of her neck. She hummed again, a low vibration that made his cock twitch against her tongue, her hand idly cupping his balls, rolling their heavy weight. "Might’ve," she agreed, pulling off just enough to speak, her breath hot on his wet skin before taking him deep again, her cheeks hollowing slightly. "We were putting on quite the show." His thumb found the prominent ridge of her cheekbone, stroking gently, then drifted lower, tracing the faint red marks left by his earlier slaps across her plump ass. "Regrets, Ma?" he asked softly, watching the slow bob of her head between his thighs, the way her dark hair fanned out. She released him with a soft pop, resting her cheek against his inner thigh, looking up at him, her eyes bright and utterly shameless. "About making you cum deep in my ass while filming it?" A slow, dirty grin spread across her face. "Not a fucking one, Benny." Her tongue swirled around the broad tip, collecting a bead of pre-cum before sucking him back down, deep and slow. His hand smoothed over the immense swell of her hip, the skin still warm and bearing the faint bloom of his palm prints, then glided up the dip of her waist to the heavy weight of her breast spilling against his leg. "Good," he breathed, kneading the soft flesh tenderly, feeling her nipple harden instantly under his touch. She suckled contentedly, her free hand wandering over his stomach, her touch light, exploring. "Think that grant proposal’s jealous?" she mumbled around him, her voice thick, her tongue pressing firmly along his sensitive underside. Ben chuckled, a low rumble she could feel vibrate beneath her. "Probably drowning in its own inadequacy," he said, his fingers now gently combing through her hair, tangling in the dark strands. She increased the suction slightly, pulling a low groan from him, her eyes flicking up to meet his, holding his gaze as she worked him slowly, lovingly. "Mmmph," she hummed, the sound vibrating deliciously, her lips stretched wide around his girth. His other hand slid down, fingertips brushing the slick heat between her own thighs, finding her swollen clit, rubbing slow, gentle circles that made her gasp and arch against his leg. "Easy, whore," he soothed, his cock still buried deep in the warm wetness of her mouth, her tongue massaging him relentlessly. She pressed her hips against his hand, seeking more pressure, a soft moan escaping around his shaft as his fingers found her soaked opening, sliding in easily. "Fuck," she breathed, pulling off him, panting, her eyes dark with renewed desire, resting her forehead against his thigh. "Keep doing that, baby." He obliged, working two fingers slowly inside her, feeling her clench, while his thumb continued its tender assault on her clit. Her lips found his cock again, sucking with renewed, deliberate slowness, her body rocking gently between his caress and his touch. The room was filled with the wet sounds of her mouth on him, her soft sighs, and the distant, meaningless hum of the city outside their sanctuary.