Forbidden Lust (nothingbutporcelain and GuyverGuy)

Callie Simpson walked into the bar, immediately heading to the counter and taking a seat. She was a regular at this place. It was one of her favorite spots to come drinking since she knew she could always count on the bartender to serve her alcohol despite the fact that she was only seventeen years old. Plus he gave her free drinks all the time so that was also a nice perk of the place. Of course all of this wasn't exactly free of charge. No one would be that nice without getting something in return. He expected her to sleep with him at least once a week and give him head practically whenever he wanted it in order for their deal to continue. She didn't mind it since she loved fucking. The bartender wasn't the best looking guy in the world but as long as she closed her eyes while he was inside of her she would deal with it.

To say Callie had a lot of problems would be an understatement. It all started when she was around thirteen years old. She could remember that day more than anything else in the world. It wasn't a memory she wanted to keep since it was a horrible one but sadly it was stuck in her head. The only way she could get it out was why drinking, doing drugs and having lots of casual, unprotected sex. That was why she did all of that so much. She knew it was bad but she just couldn't help it. It made her numb and kept her from thinking about anything about her past. It was all too painful to deal with. Her father came into her room and raped her that night.

Most thirteen year old girls had loving fathers but Callie's father was different than all of theirs. She had to fight to try to keep him out of her bed. She was a young girl so she didn't really know if it was wrong or not. Her father told them that it was perfectly normal for them to have sex but they couldn't tell anyone, not even her mother. She did what he said because she didn't know any better and she was too embarrassed to admit to anyone what was going on. So a few years later when she was sixteen and her father was on trial for murdering her mother she blamed herself. He said he did it to be with his only daughter. He claimed that Ana (her mother) was constantly getting in the way. Callie couldn't help but blame herself for the murder. If she had just told someone maybe her father would have been put away a long time ago so this never would have happened. It was so horrible carrying this blame around, that was why she drank so much.

She grabbed her cigarettes and pulled one out, lighting it and taking a drag on it. Vodka and cigarettes were just what she needed right now. Well of course she also needed some cocaine but sadly her dealer was out of town and she was all out so she didn't know when she would be able to do some lines again. Callie had the same kind of arrangement with her dealer as she had with the bartender. He gave her cocaine as long as she slept with him on a regular basis. It was perfect for her since this gave her plenty of money to spend on nice, designer clothes. And where did Callie get her income from? Well, she worked as a stripper at a strip club down the street of the bar. Sometimes it made her feel like a trashy whore working there but all in all she liked it. She got amazing tips since she was the best dancer at the place and she really knew how to turn all the men on. That place would probably go out of business without her working there. She also attended high school but since it was summer luckily she didn't have to worry about her classes right now.

She really needed to find someone to go home with tonight. Her night was so boring but she knew she could find a guy who would spice it up a lot. Her eyes scanned the bar, searching to see if there were any guys here who she would like to go home with. She wouldn't pick just anyone. They had to be good looking and fairly confident. She knew if they weren't confident they would suck in bed. She needed someone who wasn't afraid to be rough with her and to make her bleed. She was a tiny, fragile girl only being 5'1" and barely ninety pounds. She had long blonde hair that was usually straight or curly. She was usually pretty pale and skeletal looking due to her constant cocaine usage but the look worked for her. She always dressed like a slut which most of the guys liked. They didn't mind how thin she was since it meant they could easily push her around and make her do whatever they wanted.

Tyrone Averitt downed another shot of Bourbon, the feeling of fire sliding down his throat keeping him all to aware of the fact that he wasn't drunk enough yet. Tyrone was looking for the only thing that existed in liquor, momentary comfort; he didn't need the shoulder of a loved one or anything romantic like that... he needed to forget his troubles, the stresses and just be a uncaring, uninhibited kid again.

Ironic really, Tyrone was a teacher, for a High School that need not be named at this time. All during the Fall, and Spring it was his job to keep those little seething pots of hormones attentive, and out of trouble. And lord, did they try, most of the time they succeeded; not even terrible things like burning things to the ground or starting fires. Not these horny bastards, it was having sex in the back of the classroom, or on the principles car, or IN the principles car. Apparently he'd picked the School with the students that liked to overachieve not on tests, but in sex.

This was the summer though, so he should be fancy free and clear you say? Wrong, he'd needed extra money, supporting himself and his wife wasn't cheap. So he'd taken the offer to teach summer school! Thinking back on it, lips just centimeters away from a fresh glass of the Brown Whiskey, he wished the stuff worked for time travel... because he'd love to go on back and kick himself in the balls and yell a firm "Don't even think about it". Apparently, summer heat only made the students more bold, his class of 20 was really only 8, the ones who cared came, had a future... the others found the less patrolled hallways and did what they did best- fucked.

He hadn't gotten into teaching for this bullshit, he'd intended to help get teenagers ready to enter society, and improve it. And it honestly felt like he was just watching a generator of porn stars learn their trade. It was terrible, and it hurt him in ways more profound then this writer can describe. Anyway, he could feel his mental faculties failing, which meant it was working.

He already looked the part of a man about ready to drown in a bottle, red tie undone and flopping around his neck; white, and red stripped shirt untucked in the front but still just so in the back. He did look out of place in that he was a rather large man, six feet with another four inches tagged onto it. 210 pounds of broad shoulders and muscle- thanks to his visits to the school gym during lunch, and after the school day. Caramel skin, and short, curly black hair. He wasn't sure what the night held for him, and he didn't much care, letting the booze take him where it may.

Callie looked around the bar, trying to see if there was anyone she might like to hook up with tonight. This was something she did every time she came to the bar. She hated spending the nights alone so she would always find someone to hook up with. She was only seventeen, probably way too young to be at a place like this but luckily no one ever said anything to her about that. Apparently no one cared that she was underage.

There weren't many good choices tonight. Normally some hot guy already would have approached her so far but the bar was slow tonight. Maybe that was because it was in the middle of the week and people didn't want to go out when they had to get up early for work the next morning. Luckily the only work Callie had to worry about was the work she did at the strip club and she only worked nights. Luckily she was off tonight so she was choosing to spend her night here at a place just as seedy as the strip club she worked at.

Her eyes landed on Tyrone and she immediately began to lick her lips seductively because he looked so good. She was just about to give up and leave when she saw him. It was easy to tell that he was a lot older than her, at least ten years but she didn't care about that. Plus older guys were usually more experienced in bed and knew what they were doing. She was sick of sleeping with guys her age all the time. It would be better to try something new tonight. Tyrone definitely looked hot enough for her.

She tried to catch his eye, flashing him one of her dazzling smiles. When Callie smiled she used her eyes-those dark, almost navy blue eyes. It was the kind of smile one might try to imitate, posing in the bathroom mirror like an idiot. The magnetic, delicious, -you can't stop looking at me, can you?- smile supermodels spent years perfecting. Well, Callie smiled that way without even trying. She hoped her smile would be enough to get him to notice her. If not she had other tricks up her sleeve. She would just have to wait and see.

Tyrone hadn't came here for anything but enough booze to make him forget he had a job. Naturally, he couldn't control what and what wasn't forgotten when it came to killing off brain cells and such... but he figured, when he'd came here, that he had the presence of mind to stop before he didn't something stupid.

Oh he had no idea, half a bottle of later he had half lidded eyes cruising around the various patrons of the bar. Drunk, and vaguely aware of someone, somewhere, maybe, possibly being at home waiting for him. Oh the place was full of all types, haggled men in dress much like his own, women and men who looked to have years of hard drinking behind them. No one of any real interest to a drunk guy, middle aged, and running on those baser instincts that ran an inebriated brain.

Ah, but the universe always looked out for him. He caught a smile, and his eyes snapped to the source quicker then light traveled from the sun to the earth. She was...cute, small stature that spoke to his inner caveman, long blond hair, everyman dreamed of that and of course the fact that she was somehow keeping his eyes glued.

Well hell, he plastered on a toothy grin, snatched up his glass and walked, slowly, to the bar, right beside her. Normally he'd have kept it in his pants, but again...inhibition had gotten off five drinks ago. He turned, and rested his back against the bar. Tyrone managed to not slur his words, an experienced drunk in that arena... the wife worried you see.

"So. You're smiling at me, I'm smiling at you. That makes me think this might go somewhere...nice tonight." He sipped at his drink, trying to exude that air of complete confidence his outright stupor allowed him. "I'll buy you a few drinks, we hit a nearby motel and well... you can figure it out from there."

Callie got a little worried when he didn't come up to her immediately but she figured he just hadn't noticed her yet. Sometimes it took men awhile to get the confidence to come up to her. She didn't mind waiting though. If a man was confident enough to approach her it usually meant he would be pretty good in bed. If the guy was shy and too nervous to talk to her she could almost bet that he was going to suck at fucking her so she was glad those type never came up to her.

She tried not to act too excited when she finally noticed Tyrone getting up and starting to walk closer to her. She didn't want him knowing just how badly she wanted him. It was always better to play it cool and stay mysterious. She had been sleeping around for a long time so she definitely knew what men wanted. Luckily mostly all of them always wanted her because she had that long blonde hair. They probably would think she was innocent if she didn't dress like such a slut because she had those wide eyes and bright smile.

She watched as he came up to her and turned so he was resting his back against the bar. Now that she could see him up close she noticed that he was even better looking than she originally thought. This made her want him so much more. She was quite shocked when she heard his bold words but she was glad to hear him talk like that. He didn't want to waste his time with small talk and neither did she.

"I think you might be right." She said with a smirk on her face as she stared into his eyes. "I'm Callie by the way." She didn't give him her hand to shake because this wasn't that kind of meeting. She would have preferred to kiss him on the lips as her way of greeting him but she would save that for later. She wasn't going to act too into him just yet. "Let's do some shots. I'm in the mood for some tequila. It always makes me wild..." She said, giggling softly. "Before you know it I might be dancing on the table top."

Tyrone grinned, just a slight nudge of the left corner of his mouth. His kilotons of confidence vindicated to a degree. He had a name, and an accepted drink offer, no comment on his other proposal but she hadn't even came close to putting the kibosh on the evening ending just like he'd said.

Ah well, Tyrone turned what little thinking power he had left to getting this deal all sealed up in a nice bow. He certainly didn't mind seeing the little vixen on top of the bar, hell it could only warm him up for a night of what he foresaw as crazy, drunk, lustful sex. So as far as he was concerned, this was going all aces.

"Tyrone" His name wasn't really all that important, hadn't even planned on giving it unless she asked for the sole purpose of saying it as he drove her to ecstasy... but it couldn't hurt. Didn't bother him, he had to flag down the Bartender to get a a bottle of Tequila and two shot glasses put in front of them. He poured for the both of them, still a gentlemen to the end. "What do you say we see how many shots it takes to get you on a table then?"

He downed his shot with a toss of his head, smacked it down on the bar and let it drag him deeper into depravity. Wife be damned, he needed some ass now, and he shouldn't be driving so going back home to get her was just plain unsafe.... yeah, this hot little number was the safer choice. "And then, maybe how many it takes to get my own personal show" he chuckled lightheartedly.

Callie hadn't said that she would like to go to a motel with him and have amazing sex but she was definitely thinking it. But for now she just wanted to enjoy her time with him. They would fuck eventually but it would be better to wait a little. Waiting always made it better.

She really hadn't cared what his name was but she was looking forward to screaming out that name of his while he fucked her as hard and fast as possible. She was glad that they both didn't give last names. Callie never gave hers out because she was always afraid someone would try to find her phone number and call her. All she was interested in having was one night stands, nothing more than that. It looked like Tyrone felt the same way. This was perfect.

"I like the sound of that but it probably won't take many. I'm pretty wild even when I'm sober.." She said, giggling softly before grabbing her shot of tequila and downing it all in one large sip. "Mmm, so good." She grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured them both another. Apparently Callie was planning on getting very drunk tonight. "Maybe if you play your cards right you'll get your own private show. We'll have to wait and see.."

She downed another shot and before she knew it she was jumping up onto the counter top, her heels clicking against the counter as she began to dance seductively to the music. She slid her top off and threw it onto the ground. Now all she had on was her bright pink laced push up bra and the tiniest black skirt you had ever seen. She crouched down low so that she was bent over and her cleavage was right in front of Tyrone's face. "How about you poor a shot right here and lick it off?" She asked him, pointing to her cleavage.

Good news, and bad news, all rolled into one statement. He didn't mind pumping a few drinks into a broad to get her nice and ready. Waiting was an issue, he wanted it now damn it. In his head he sounded like an impertinent child, but he didn't Care, he wanted sex and he wanted it now.

Somewhere though, he was still an adult, so he didn't let that impatience bubble up and show. So Tyrone kept what cool he had, and took his second shot straight back, downing it easily. More and more of that precious brain power failing him, it was pretty likely the gray matter that would have stopped him from climbing up on a bar had just gone right that shot.

Lucky for him too, Callie finally climbed atop the bar, and made herself the center of his world. Would it be in bad taste to jump up there, and grind against her like a dog in heat, he wanted to instantly, but he was so transfixed on her body moving to the music that he dared not move for fear that she might stop. Lacy Bra and all, Tyrone literally felt his khaki's struggle to contain his excitement.

Hopefully it wouldn't have to much longer, if this kept going like it was going. Tyrone wanted that, so he climbed up on that bar with gusto, taking the bottle with him. He snatched the little blond up with an arm around the waste, and stood her tall against him, he turned the bottle down to let gravity pour it right down between those pail mounds.

He wasn't sure what he did what the bottle after that, maybe it was still in his hand, he was very aware of the fact that he was currently bent forward, tongue dragging across the tequila flavored flesh of one Callie Simpson, and he loved it. He came up minutes later, a grin at home only on a dirty old mans face planted on his. "I bet this would be a lot more fun with less clothes and in private"

He leaned forward, lips inches from her ear, breath coming in husky huffs. He whispered in a matching tone, loud enough for only her to hear. "And I bet we can find better places to pour it..."

Callie was looking down at Tyrone when he finally grabbed her and began to pour the tequila in-between her breasts. She was very happy that he did what she wanted right away and didn't make her wait. She hadn't really been serious when she said he would have to wait to fuck her. Callie wasn't very good at being patient either so she wanted to get out of here with him as soon as possible. She just wanted to tease him a little first. She felt like she had teased him enough so she was ready to leave. But she would definitely be teasing him even more once they got the chance to be alone. She did want him inside of her but if she made him wait then he would be wanting to fuck her so badly and she knew that would really make him pound into her. Callie liked rough and wild sex, none of that soft, gentle love making. She had a feeling Tyrone would be fucking her nice and hard tonight.

She threw her head back and let out a loud moan as he used his tongue to lick up all the tequila off her breasts. It felt so good. She could only imagine how good it would feel when she finally got him inside of her. Hopefully that would be happening soon. "Mmm, you're right. That sounds perfect." She told him with a smirk on her face. That grin on his face was so sexy. It made her want him so much more. If he tried to touch her pussy right now he would immediately feel how wet she was. And she would be getting even more turned on as the night progressed.

She couldn't believe the lust she felt when he said they could find better places to pour it. This man was amazing. Never before had someone made her so turned on just by using his words. "Let's get out of here." She told him, jumping off the counter and assuming he would do the same so they could get out of here as soon as possible. "Keep my shirt, you can have it as a souvenir." She told the bartender with a smirk on her face. She saw nothing wrong with leaving this place in her bra and short skirt. She wanted to show as much skin as possible for Tyrone.

Tyrone couldn't climb off the counter quick enough. He dug in his pockets for some cash to pay for his drink, and what was left in the tequila bottle still clasped in his hand. It flew through the air with a careless toss, forgotten about the instant it was out of the pocket. There wasn't much room in his head, and at the moment all of it was occupied with ideas about where this was going.

And that seemed to be exactly where he'd wanted it. She was only half naked at this point, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. Eye's latched onto every inch of bare flesh he could catch sight of from behind. He was ever so thankful that she agreed with him, there wasn't a damned thing wrong with leaving that bar in nothing but that skirt and a bra. He didn't see anything wrong with her leaving naked as the day she was born... but all in due time.

"There's a motel a few buildings down, what do you say we make an appearance." That was good business, cater too the drunken couples that needed a place to shack up for the night. Tyrone reached Callie easily, bigger strides and all, and without discretion reached his free hand out to grab her sweet little ass. "Mm. Can't wait to really get my hands on that." His voice was still husky, lust clouded it like it did his mind.

The night was cold outside the bar of course, but it didn't do anything to chill Tyrone down, and hopefully his company would stay nice and hot for him too.

Callie smirked at how fast he wanted to get out of this bar. She knew what Tyrone was thinking about. He was definitely thinking with his cock instead of his head but that was fine with Callie. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her so she was just as excited to get out of this place with him. She was glad he thought about paying for their drinks because the thought never crossed her mind. She smirked as they walked out of the bar together. It felt like all eyes were on them as they left. The girls were probably all jealous of her for being with such a hot man and the guys were probably jealous of Tyrone. They were definitely the two best looking people in the place.

"Yes, that sounds great." She knew it would probably be a cheap, trashy motel but she really didn't care about how nice it was. They just needed a place to fuck. It didn't need to be some expensive, high class place. She giggled softly as she felt him grab her ass. This man was looking more and more perfect as the night went on. She wanted him so badly. She couldn't wait to have his cock deep inside of her.

They got to the motel quickly because it wasn't that far away. She walked in with Tyrone and stood close to him as they walked up to the front desk and she waited for him to pay for a room for them. She didn't think he expected her to pay. The man would normally pay in this kind of a situation. She made sure her body was as close to him as possible. The girl at the counter probably knew they were coming here to fuck but Callie really didn't care what she thought.

She knew all to well why people came to this shitty motel. Even the drunk who couldn't get home had the good sense to sleep on the street rather then this place. Drunk couples just wanted the bed, destroyed walls, stains on the floor or anything else that made this place nearly inhospitable. They just wanted a place to fuck, without having to wait and the bar was down the street.

Tyrone slapped the money on the counter, looked anxious as she took it and reached behind her to retrieve a key to one of the free rooms. It felt like an eternity, he was all to ready to lift Callie up onto that very counter, and pound away like a jackhammer, and he didn't really care if the other person in the room stayed and watched, or left in disgust.

Good thing the key was down within his reach before he through caution to the wind. Tyrone snatched it up like it was candy and he happened to be 20 years younger. He used that hand on her firm behind to guide the pair off to their room, number 31.

Their arrival was quick, and he nearly kicked in the door. With the room, the promise of finally getting to pound Callie, right in front of him he couldn't hold back his enthusiasm anymore, and he made to push the little vixen across the room toward the bed as he closed the door behind him.

"Finally! I've been waiting way to long to fuck you. Way to long." He wasn't even sure he cared if she was clothed or butt naked at this point, he just needed to get himself inside of her, as quickly as possible, right now even.

Callie smirked at the girl behind the counter as Tyrone put the money down on the counter and the girl grabbed a key for them. She imagined the girl was probably jealous of Callie because she was about to be pounded by this hot man while the girl had to stay here working at the hotel for the rest of the night. Callie almost felt bad for her but her mind was too focused on how badly she wanted Tyrone to think about anything else.

She wasn't shocked at all when he guided her to their room by touching her ass. She already knew he was going to touch her as much as possible and she loved that about him. He didn't care if she wanted him touching her or not. He was going to do it any way. She loved men who were rough and dominating. There was nothing hotter than a man telling you what to do all the time, at least when it came to sex.

She smirked as he pushed her to the bed and told her that he was dying to fuck her. Callie felt the exact same way as him. If she didn't have him inside of her soon she was going to go crazy. "I can't wait for you to fuck me too. I need your cock inside of my tight, wet pussy." Callie loved talking dirty and she had a feeling it would turn Tyrone on a lot.

She brought her hands to his pants and began to unbutton them as quickly as possible. The quicker they got their clothes off the sooner he would be inside of her. She hoped he would start getting her clothes off now. She didn't even care if he ripped them off. It would be worth it.

Tyrone was damn sure his pants would soon completely fail to contain the raging shaft of flesh. He'd never had anyone talk to him like that, and in an instant he'd decided he wouldn't be able to perform as well, wouldn't love it as much without it. It turned on parts of him that usually felt starved during sex, and dear lord he couldn't wait to get this girl naked.

For him, there was no time to fiddle with with buttons, zippers, clasps. Finally he was going to use his strong hands for something other the paperwork- to snap her bra off at the back, pulling those annoying clasps out of the fabric to do so. He let the piece of pink fabric dangle for the moment, as he reached down to tear into the side of her little skirt- to bad he loved that skirt- ripped it right down the side, turning it less into a skirt and more into a sliver of fabric.

Which he unceremoniously tossed aside, forgotten as it was no longer in the way of his ultimate goal. Meanwhile, his pants had pooled around his ankle... and finally much to the relief of it's owner, his cock was finally free to taste the open air. Thick veins pulsed along it's length, and it was almost as if the heat radiating from it had upped the temperature of the room- it was Nine Inches, nothing more and nothing less- it's diameter akin to Callie's wrist.. and all of it, tonight, was only for her.

And just like that, Tyrone tore away the side of Callie's panties and left them to fall. Then... it was 'on' to put it in layman's terms. His patience was spent, and he threw the little thing in front of him onto what passed as a bed in this dump- barely big enough to let them lay side-by-side of they tried- He was behind her not a second later, landing with a loud protest from the old springs.

"I'm going to fuck you silly." He reached out, grabbed for her wrists, to pin them to either side of her head. There wasn't a thing in his eyes, in his voice, besides lust, want, need for Callie's body. "Until I collapse, Fuck you until everyone in this damned Motel knows my name!"

Callie could tell that he loved the way she talked to him and she loved knowing she could turn him on this much. All she wanted was Tyrone right now. He wasn't like any man she had ever been with before. He was so much stronger than all those guys combined. She knew he could really give her the fucking she needed and deserved. She couldn't wait to see just what he would do to her. She felt him snap her bra off and this was another way he proved how strong he was and how hard he was going to fuck her. She smirked as she felt him rip her skirt off. She liked that skirt but she wasn't worried about losing it forever. She could always buy another. This was completely worth it. She didn't know what she was going to wear home but she would figure something out. Right now she was only thinking about Tyrone and how badly she wanted him.

She looked down at his cock once his pants and boxers were finally off. She was quite shocked but very happy to see just how big he was. That nine inch cock was going to hurt when he finally shoved his cock deep inside of her but she loved that. Callie was one of the few girls in this world who actually loved feeling pain when she was being fucked. It was so much better that way. Sex wasn't any fun if there wasn't a little pain involved.

She smirked at him as he threw her onto the bed. She knew what he was about to do to her and she really couldn't wait. She wanted him so badly. "Mmmm, good. I can't wait to feel you inside of me!" She screamed out at the top of her lungs as she watched him move next to her on the bed. She was dying to kiss him but she wanted him making the first move. She knew Tyrone was all about being the one in control and she was definitely going to let him have that. It wasn't even a question of her letting him. She knew he would take what he wanted from her regardless of what she had to say. "I need you now!" She called out as she felt him pin her hands to the bed. She was so wet for him, she needed him now.

And it was that straw, that broke the camels back. Tyrone positioned between her legs, his hands otherwise in use, he had to pull out some impressive fine hip positioning to get the tip of his length lined up just right. It was the moment of truth, the time were he decided to let his gentler side win out, or the animal.

No contest, Tyrone grinned, teeth barred, and crushed his pelvis against hers. His aim true, get instantly felt the electricity running through every nerve in his body. A warm, wet feeling followed suit, from the bone currently slammed 9 inches deep into Callie. At some point before now, he figured just smashing himself in might hurt the sexy little thing he'd chosen to shack up with...but now he didn't care.

Not now at all, instead his head was swimming, she was so much... tighter then the women he had at home. This was a feeling long gone to him, but he welcomed it back with open arms, and a deep hiss he quelled in his throat...turning it more into a growl. She didn't need time to adjust to him, he needed to get moving, needed more- much more- of this feeling.

Tyrone moved his pelvis back, thighs protesting but following his order. Almost hissing again, but silencing it by crushing his lips against Callie's in a kiss, he didn't hesitate to poke her lips with his tongue, demanding access to her mouth. He needed to silence himself as he freed half his length from her wanting pussy, and crashed back in with all the might he could muster.

She watched as he positioned himself between her legs and began to move so that his cock was right at her pussy lips. She was getting so excited because she knew he would be inside of her soon. Then before she knew it he rammed his cock deep inside of her. It was so painful. There was do doubt about that but Callie loved the pain. It was a good kind of pain. "Fuck yes!" She screamed out loudly so he would know that she was enjoying this a lot. "Oh God, you are amazing! Yes! Fuck me harder!" She screamed out, wanting to see just how rough he could be. He was already fucking her so hard and fast but she had a feeling she could get him to be even more rough.

She got so turned on just from hearing him growl. It was hot knowing he was making these sounds just because he had his cock buried deep inside her cunt. "Oh my fucking God, yes!" She screamed out, arching her back and raising her hips in the air a bit so hopefully he would be able to get his cock even deeper inside of her and increase her pleasure more, if that was even possible.

She kissed him back passionately the second she felt his lips on hers. He was such a great kisser. She would never be able to get enough of his lips or his cock deep inside of her. She opened her mouth right away so he could shove his tongue into her mouth. She loved how every part of this moment was rough. He was even kissing her hard on the lips. She wouldn't be shocked if her lips were bleeding from this intense kiss.

The olden bed beneath them creaked, whined and protested to the brutal treatment it received under the rutting pair. A liquor fueled energy driving the animal possessing the teachers body. He could think of nothing past brutalizing this thing beneath him with every ounce of his being. He did not tire, he did not ache, he simply told himself to go harder, to go faster. The craving to be ultimate ruler over her body, to elicit more of those wonderful sounds from her throat.

Tyrone was a mad man, vaguely aware of just how much he had to wind back to get the little thing scooting up the fabric of the bed with each slap of the pair meeting again. Somehow, he managed to keep up speeds that would make sports cars blush, every second it seemed he heard the wet sounds of his cock spearing into her cunt and spreading it wide, no mater how hard it protested in the end it only ended with his shaft gripped tightly before being pulled back to start all over again.

He was so far gone he didn't mind how brutal their kiss was, the blood made the warmth building in his loans grow. Perhaps all he really happened to be, was a beast. Sucking his tongue back to run over her bloody lips, so that he may taste the copper of her life. He wanted more of that too. And just like that their kiss was broken, instead the man electing to sink his teeth into her bottom lip to make make more of the liquid gush free for him to clean up.

Callie couldn't believe how rough he was being with her. She had slept with a lot of guys during her life time but none of those guys were like Tyrone. There was just something that was so sexy. She loved knowing he had complete power over her body and could do whatever he wanted to her. It was so hot. Every time he slammed his body down onto hers and rammed his cock deep inside of her she let out a scream so loud that the people in the rooms next to them would definitely be able to hear. But she didn't care if they heard. In fact she wanted them to hear because then they would know all about how they were having so much fun together. They would wish they were here being fucked like this instead.

"Oh fuck yes!" She screamed out loudly as he continued to pound her. The kiss got a lot more brutal when he pulled back and bit into her lower lip. The scream she let out then was filled with pain but it was really great. Everything about this moment was so brutal and Callie loved every second of it. "I know you can fuck me harder than this, don't hold back! Give me everything you've got!" She screamed out, wanting to make him a little mad because she knew if he was mad he would be even more rough with her. If she made it sound like he wasn't fucking her hard enough right now he would want to prove her wrong by giving her the most brutal fucking of her life. She knew this would work. The sex was already amazing but it could be better. It always could.

Tyrone took it as a challenge, an affront to his manhood. This enraged him, and broke any need he felt to spare her body, fragile as it was. He cared not for the possibility of bruises, broken bones or anything of the sort. He called on every bit of explosive power he had stored in all the muscles that tensed and flexed- crashing against her like a tidal wave of sex. Vaguely, as if happening to someone else, he could feel the soreness on the skin that constantly kept impacting Callie's as he finally hit the point where he could no longer ignore it- it felt good, he needed more.

He needed gravity, in his mind he could picture a dark laugh slipping past his lips. "I'll fuck you so hard you'll cry, you'll be ruined for weeks after I'm done!" He probably shouldn't even have been trying it, but fuck if he cared, the need to provide proof of his strength overruled everything else. He hoped she'd end up broken at the end of this.

Tyrone swept his body up, taking his lips away from hers. He exerted his full control over the mouthy blond, unfortunately swinging his cock out of her tight little pussy as he threw her legs into the air, bringing her lower back along for the ride, taking it until it was straight into the air at which point he muscled her legs into a dangling position... so she would only have to turn her head to the side to her little ankles.

"Fuck! You'll be ruined for MONTHS I'll spread you right down to the deepest parts of your pussy." He shouted angrily, as he climbed to his feet, managing an amazing feat of balance as he swung his legs to either side of her vertical body. It was easy, line up and let his leg muscles pull him down while gravity assisted... it turned into a heartrending scream from the old springs behind them- some popped even. Their asses meet when he got his entire length smashed into her, the pildriver was something he'd always wanted to try... and here he was, smashing his cock into this young thing with wild abandon.

Callie smirked as he screamed at her and told her all about how hard he would fuck her. She didn't doubt him for one second. She knew he was completely serious when he said that and she couldn't wait for him to start fucking her even harder than before. He was so rough earlier and she didn't see how he could get even more rough but she was determined to find out. She was getting more and more wet just at the thought of being ruined for weeks. Never before had a guy been this rough her. It was so hot. She knew he really meant every word he said. Most girls would probably be scared to death after a guy said something like that to her but not Callie. It just excited her and made her want him even more. She craved rough sex and she loved knowing that was what he was about to give to her. She was so ready fro it.

She was a little upset when he ended up pulling his cock out of her but she knew this wouldn't last for long. Soon he would be inside of her again because that was what they btoh wanted so badly. He could tease her by making her go a long time without having his cock inside of her but that wouldn't be fun for him either so she knew he wouldn't want to do anything like that. He would be fucking her hard and fast again and she couldn't wait.

"Yes! I know you will! Fuck me as hard as you can! I want you to fuck me so hard I bleed!" She screamed out, letting him know that she was going to love every second of this. She knew it would be painful and she might even cry a little but Callie really wasn't worried about that right now. All she could think about was having Tyrone's cock buried deep in her pussy again. She loved this position because she knew it would allow him to get very deep inside of her and that was what she wanted so badly. Her screams were so loud when he finally entered her again. It felt so incredible. Those screams were also filled with pain because it was so painful but she loved it. She couldn't get enough of him, Tyrone was the most amazing man in the world.

Tyrone was pretty damned sure this little nympho was enjoying his rough-and-tumble treatment. That was beyond sexy, and he'd never known that before. All the sexual encounters before tonight had been loving, tender affairs- fun in their own right of course, but this was better, Tyrone was able to do exactly what he needed to get his rocks off, if there was ever a next time- which he knew could NEVER happen, he could picture himself holding her face into the mattress as he destroyed her from behind; Callie's little ass up in the air just taking the punishment with words of thanks.

Right this instant though, Tyrone was far to busy dropping onto Callie's upturned body like a hammer to even care about a next time... or anything past his cock ripping her little cunt asunder with each gravity driving, muscle assisted entrance. He was barely aware enough to hear the music Callie produced, the music that only told him to go on, do it harder, deeper and faster- his thights begged for a rest and his calf's were exhausted but he found energy. Energy to pull himself out of her poor little cunt and bring his weight crashing back down into her, swinging her cervix wide open at this point. "Fuck! You love this don't you, having your cunt stretched to the limit over and over again!"

Guys were usually very shocked at how much Callie loved rough sex. She was a very small girl so most guys just assumed the little mynx would be more into soft and loving sex than rough, brutal sex but they were definitely wrong about her if they thought this. There was nothing she loved more than a hot guy ramming his cock into her over and over again. Right now Tyrone was being perfect. He was fucking her so hard and fast. There was no way she would be able to walk again after tonight but she was surprisingly fine with that. If it meant she got to have mind blowing sex with Tryone it was definitely worth it.

"Fuck yes, I love it when you stretch me wide with your cock over and over again!" She screamed out at the top of her lungs so he would know just how much she was loving this. She was in a lot of pain right now but it was a good kind of pain. She reached behind him and began digging her nails into his back. She was hoping to get him a little angry because then he would really fuck her. He was already being more rough than she ever thought he could be but she was determined to get him to fuck her even harder. She looked down and could see a little blood on the bed from how rough he was being. She hoped this wouldn't freak him out but he didn't seem like the kind of guy who would get upset about making a girl bleed.

Tyrone sucked in air like a drowning man, due in no small part to Callie digging her claws into his flesh. His back arched away and he breathed back in with a pained hiss, no small amount of anger coming through in response to her sudden attack. No contemplation required, not that he could anyway, in his sex crazed head he was already thinking about how to break her, his more primal side secretly wished to see her in a heap of blubbering, incoherent flesh when he left her.

He dug his feet into the olden bed and literally got air, catching a few inches in his first bounce. Moments later his 200 pound plus frame came crashing down onto Callie, grinding his 9 inches to depths perhaps never before dreamed of by a sober man. Tyrone only got higher, and thus deeper each time he repeated... he didn't give a shit about Callie's well being, so why not, she had fucking clawed into his back! In his head, she outright deserved the possibility have being broken, bones shattered and all that terrible, inhumane shit.

"Bleed for me, Break, I'm going to be the last thing you EVER fuck, you'll be to broken to ever think about it again after tonight!" He yelled, anger boosting his volume to heights never before heard from him. As he continued to earn his wings.

Callie was shocked when he started to really grind himself into her. He was being even rougher than before. Her whole body was in so much pain right now because he was hurting her so badly. He wanted to break her and he was definitely doing that. It wasn't all that hard to break Callie since she was such a small girl but Tyrone was still doing amazing at fucking her and giving her everything she wanted. He was right. It probably would be a long time before she had sex again because she would be in so much pain. It was a good thing that this was just a one night stand because Callie's body probably couldn't take any more of this brutal fucking. One night was more than enough for her tiny, fragile body.

"Fuck yes!" She screamed out loudly. It actually felt like he was breaking a few of her ribs. That was how rough he was being. She knew that if she started to whimper and decide she didn't want him fucking her like this it wouldn't matter. He would still do it anyways. Nothing was going to stop him from what he was doing. "Tyrone, yes! You are amazing!" She had her legs so high up. They were on his shoulders now so he could get as deep inside of her as possible. "I'm getting so close! Are you close too? I can't wait to feel you cum deep inside of her!" She was sure Tyrone wouldn't be pulling out. She knew he wouldn't worry about knocking her up. Why did he care? He wouldn't be around if she did get pregnant. She really thought they'd never see each other again after this night of crazy, mind blowing sex.