Frathouse Fuckery Pt. 03: Fatima – Fetish

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Fatima hated that the frat let this fat fuck into the house. Fat-fuck-Flint is what she called him in her mind. She hated it even more when her boyfriend wondered it was funny he kept requesting her.

Every other day at 4pm, she’d discover herself knelt over his thick cock in reverse cowgirl with Flint restraining her by the arms and pummeling her roughly from beneath. His cock was massive, and she strained to take it all. Her pussy ached as he speared her over and over. He would fuck her until she cried. And if she begged him to stop, he fucked her harder until she screamed.

The first few times he’d cum within minutes and she’d be on her way. This time, though, he maintained some stamina. She didn’t know how long she’d been there, but she felt thoroughly used up.

He bounced her up and down on his cock like a pogo stick. He grunted things like “Oh yeah,” and “stick it.”

His meaty hands gripped her elbows roughly and she squirmed. He chuckled derisively and speared her particularly hard to draw a scream from her. “Yeah, that’s it, slut, take it.”

Fatima’s body trembled. She looked at the camera in the corner of the room desperately. Tears of shame streamed down her cheeks as she was violated by the behemoth beneath her.

“It’s the same every time?” asked Devon as they watched the film for the bazillionth time since its making. She was cuddled with her back against his chest, his phone propped in front of their faces. His hand was between her legs toying with her clit. He edged her for over an hour as they watched porn and talked. He loved playing with her. And she was such a eager playtoy.

“Yeah. Every time. Just like that,” she murmured and pressed her body into his suggestively. His cock was hard, pressed into the top curve of her ass.

“Is he big?” Devon asked.

“Huge.”

“Bigger than me?”

“Yes.”

“Does it hurt when he fucks you?” Devon pinched her clit and she opened her legs obediently with a wanton moan. She was so turned on she simply let him do what he wanted between her legs.

“Yeah. It hurts.” In the film she heard her own cries as Fat fuck Flint railed her pussy mercilessly. Muscle memory made her body twitch and her stomach tightened. He slid two fingers inside of her and she moaned like a slut in heat.

“Good,” Devon murmured and kissed her neck.

Her fake porno cries of cumming sounded from the video. She watched her body jerk like a doll in the giant’s grasp and he growled like a gorilla as he filled her cunt with cum. Fatima shivered and closed her eyes. Devon skillfully stroked her pussy, making her quiver.

“You’re gonna keep fucking Flint,” Devon said. “He’s the vice president’s brother. Gotta keep him happy for me, k?”

Fatima grimaced, but nodded. “Ok,” she said. He rewarded her by sliding his thumb around her clit. She purred in pleasure and wrapped a hand at the back of Devon’s neck, pulling him into a lustful kiss. “Just promise me you’ll make me cum when I’m done. I never cum with Flint. He thinks I do, tho. Honestly, it just hurts. He stretches me good.” She kissed Devon again. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Devon whispered and he slid her favorite vibrator inside her slick cunt and pushed the button to make it vib at the setting that at all times got her off. Naturally, she pushed back against him and spread her legs. Devon grinned. “That’s my girl.” He pushed the second button and the vibrator began to thrust deep into her g-spot. Her fingers wound into his hair and she writhed.

“Long as I can film it again,” he pressed.

Fatima was beyond caring. Her hips thrust into the vibrator. “Whatever, Devon. Film it. Sell it. I don’t give a fuck. Just make me cum.”

He eased the vibrator deeper and she groaned, her body responding as her g-spot was pummeled by the little robot. After a few short minutes he had her cumming.

He turned the vibrator up to make her scream. She clamped her hand around his, her eyes bulging as a powerful orgasm shook her. He bumped up the vibrator to another setting, changing its pattern. She groaned as the vibrator worked inside of her and wouldn’t let her stop. In short order, he had her cumming again as the little robot worked her cunt. He could see the muscles of her belly convulsing as her pussy quivered repeatedly.

He pressed his free hand against her pulsing belly and pushed down when he felt her contract, enhancing the pressure from the outside. Again she screamed. This wasn’t any fake porno scream. This was an omg he’s fucking the living fuck out of me and I am cumming so hard scream. He loved forcing orgasms out of her. Finally, he turned the vibrator down to let her breathe, stroking her belly and pussy gently. She gasped and shook in his arms, then giggled like she was high.

“That was a good one,” he praised her, tucking her hair back to kiss her neck. “Let’s go again.”

And he turned the vibrator on high again to buzz inside her. No create up this time. Fatima’s pussy instantly tightened. He turned the thrusting mechanism on high and she grunted in effort as the little robot pounded her g-spot relentlessly. She couldn’t stop it. It didn’t take her long to cum again. He pressed on her lower belly gently with each contraction, drawing a scream of ecstasy from her each time as he forced her to cum. Fatima was a helpless heap now. It was obviously torture with the intensity, but she didn’t ask him to stop. She couldn’t stop herself if she wanted to. She trembled and groaned. “That’s it,” he cooed to her, easing up again to let her breathe.

Forcing orgasms from her was his thing. If he had her tied down, he’d edge her for an hour with a vibrator or a Hitachi, then keep her high for another hour with orgasm after orgasm until she couldn’t cum anymore. Her screams were fantastic. She often complained of her insides aching when he was done. He knew then he’d done a good job.

Again he began to edge her, and she whimpered, pushing at his hand. “Had enough?”

She nodded and buried her face to his neck. He turned the vibrator off and slid it from her to set it apart. He reached for the lube, pumped a couple dobs onto his fingertips and slid his fingers into her twitching cunt. She groaned. “Please, Devon,” she begged, clamping her thighs around his hand. He felt her kegels tighten in protest. She was cramping from the short session of hard orgasms. He grinned and kissed her neck softly.

“You know the drill, Fatima. Just one more.” He found her g-spot with his middle finger and her body shuddered in response as she experienced that forbidden ecstasy. Her thighs tightened on him, and she gripped his wrist as he stroked her insistently.

“Please,” she begged, “It hurts,” she whimpered.

“I know, baby. Cum. It won’t hurt anymore,” he continued to stroke her relentlessly with his fingers, circling her clit with his thumb. “That’s a good girl. Cum for me.”

It took her several minutes to fight through the protest, but eventually she submitted and let him work. Her back arched beautifully and her legs spread. Gods he loved this. A cry erupted from her as she came again. Her whole body rocked with the intensity. He kept her expertly on the edge, forcing powerful contractions from her for another minute.

She clung to him as he finally let her relax. She was spent, her pussy spasming. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He gripped the curve of her ass. “For what, pet?”

“For making me cum. I always cum so hard with you.”

He grinned and kissed her temple. “I know, and I love it.”

She rolled toward him and nestled closer, laying her head against his chest. He complied with her needed aftercare and wrapped a blanket around her to give her a safe cocoon to hide in. She was at all times clingy after a few orgasms until her nervous system settled. He stroked her back and combed his fingers through her hair comfortingly.

When she settled a bit, he reached for his phone to replay the video of Flint fucking her. She sounded like a porno pro in the video. She turned her face away to bury her eyes into his shirt and he chuckled. “Next time you should ask him to doggy style you,” he said. “That would be so hot.”

She shook her head vehemently. “My pussy would break.”

He laughed. “We can’t have that.” He reached between her legs again and she compliantly opened to him. She was such a good girl.

“When do you see him next?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Good. I’ll set up the camera.”

The next day, Fatima warmed Flint up by straddling him and grinding her pussy over his thick cock. It didn’t take long to get him all hot and bothered. She felt like a sex goddess, making the man beneath her moan and quiver and shake.

She performed for the camera she knew was in the corner and gave it a sassy wink as she rode Flint like a bronco. She gasped when she felt his cock slide slightly into her wet cunt. He took it as an invitation and drove his hips up into her. She shuddered and moaned as his thick cock spread and penetrated her deep. “Ungh…” she grunted, “Jesus your cock is huge,” she gasped. He drove it into her again and she fell forward, leaning her hands onto his shoulders. She shifted her hips to keep riding him.

“Turn around,” he growled. Fatima hesitated. She knew what was coming. But she did so, rising from his cock to turn around. He grabbed her hips and adjusted her into the correct position kneeling over his thighs. As she backed onto his cock, he gripped her elbows and slammed into her deep.

She cried out in both pleasure and torment. His cock really was massive, and she felt so stretched in this position. His meaty fingers dug into her arms and she arched in his grasp, receiving a brutal pummeling from beneath. He fucked her like a ragdoll. “Yeah, you like that, huh, slut?” he grunted.

Fatima’s eyes rolled back as she strained to take him. He was brutal. “Y-yes,” she panted. The confirmation made him fuck her even harder and she cried out as he railed her. Again, she looked at the camera in the corner. Devon better damn well be getting what he wanted. She shuddered when Flint slammed into her particularly hard, biting back a scream that would just encourage him. His fingers bruised her as he held her captive.

“Flint…” she panted. “You should fuck me doggy style,” she begged. “Please? I want you to fuck me doggy style.”

“Doggy style, huh? Sure.” He let her go and she fell forward to grip his thighs. He slapped her ass as she crawled forward. She bowed submissively before him, sticking her ass high in the air and laid her torso down into the mattress, stretching her arms out above her head. She called this the succubus pose in her mind – it made her feel sexy and powerful. He shifted behind her and again his meaty hands were on her hips. A quick adjustment, and he plunged into her stretched cunt again. She gripped the bedsheets and groaned, feeling as if he were tearing her aside. She shuddered and braced for the pummeling she knew was coming. And she wasn’t wrong.

He was a big guy everywhere. The added leverage of his mass being behind her allowed him to fuck her even deeper, her body stretched and vulnerable beneath him, and not a thing she could do except take it. She grunted with each impact. It felt like her pussy was gonna literally break as he slammed into her tight cunt. She turned her face toward the camera. She knew the film would be hot as hell as she lay beneath Flint, letting him fuck the living hell out of her.

His fingers gathered and wound into her hair, pulling her head back. She sat up to brace herself on her hands as he seemed to double down. She rocked into him obediently, taking the pummeling like a pro. Her eyes rolled back again as she felt a bit cock drunk. She loved big cocks, being fucked hard, and being stretched. Her whole body trembled as Flint’s cock worked her hard.

Flint really had learned some endurance over the last few weeks. About the time she truly was ready for him to cum and be done, he kept going. She gripped the bedsheets and focused on relaxing into him to make his thrusts not quite so painful. “Cum already,” she growled in frustration.

Fatima felt like her pussy was being ripped aside. She whimpered helplessly as the behemoth behind her continued to pound her relentlessly. “Please cum,” she begged. “Please.. please cum.” Tears trickled down her cheeks and she was shaking now.

“I love it when you beg,” said Flint, adjusting his grip on her hair to pull her head back even more. His free hand wrapped around her throat. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe and she shuddered. “Oh yeah… tighten that cunt, slut,” he grunted behind her. She gasped for air as she was fucked brutally hard. The discomfort became her second focus next to being choked. He let her breathe every few thrusts.

Finally, as she felt she just couldn’t take anymore, Flint came. He grunted hard and plunged deep, releasing her and bracing himself on her hips. Her head fell forward as she rocked her hips into him to milk him. She needed him spent. Her pussy couldn’t take another pounding. “Aaaah yeah…” He slapped her ass as he leaned forward, his spent cock sliding out of her dripping cunt.

“So… did your pussy break?” asked Devon later as he reviewed the film. Fatima pressed her body to his back alluringly as she watched over his shoulder. She genuinely did look like a porn star getting railed hard. She screamed like one too, but the pleasure and torment was very real. Her pussy tightened with the memory.

“Yes,” she said, kissing the side of Devon’s neck. She gave him a reach around, stroking his cock lightly beneath his pants. He pressed into her palm and she grinned.

“Did it hurt?” Devon made a few adjustments to the film, blending shots seamlessly with a click.

Fatima cupped his hardened cock again and kissed below his ear. She felt tremors of pleasure run up his back. “Yes. A lot. But I loved it.”

“Yeah. I can tell. This is hot as fuck, babe.” He tilted his head to the side to give her access to his neck. She continued to stroke him gently through his pants, just enough to get him good and horny.

“I’m glad you like watching your girl get ravished by a beast,” she teased.

“Oh, yeah. It is super hot. I want you to keep seeing him. I need more footage.”

Fatima paused and met Devon’s eyes in the reflection on his screen. “Ok. As long as you make me cum when I’m done. His cock is fantastic, but he hasn’t figured that part out yet.”

Devon smiled and turned toward her to pull her into his lap. She obediently straddled his thighs. “Sure, babe.” He slid a hand into her pants to fondle her clit and she instantly responded with a moan. “I can do that.”

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