“I can’t wait,” she manages to croak out even though she can barely breathe.
Laughing, Scott lets his hand drop.
Before Hannah can catch her breath, Scott spins her around and pushes her face-first against the wall.
Without saying a thing, he undoes the belt, releases it from her neck, sticks the tail in his mouth and bites down on it. He grabs one of her arms and pulls it behind her back. Then does the same for her other arm, crossing one of her wrists over the other.
Holding her arms together with one hand, Scott reaches for the belt with his free hand. He wraps the belt around her wrists a couple of times in a figure-eight pattern, then once again slips the tail of the belt into the buckle and sticks the prong into one of the holes, effectively handcuffing her.
Once Hannah’s arms are incapacitated, Scott squats down. Reaching around her waist, he undoes the button and zipper on her jeans and pulls them down, panties and all. He doesn’t take them completely off, however, instead stopping once the waistband is just below her ass.
Now her legs are trapped, along with her arms, rendering her essentially helpless. Time to turn up the heat.
Scott stands up and presses against her, his groin pushing against the top part of her ass, his cock pressing painfully against his pants. With his chin over her shoulder he slides his hand down the front of her body, stopping for a moment to grope her tits some more before proceeding down her stomach until his hand is between her legs.
He’s planning on rubbing the outside of her shaved snatch to get her warmed up but she’s already soaking wet down there—apparently getting smacked around turns Hannah on quite a bit—so he decides to get right down to business. He slips two fingers into her pussy and slams them up into her with as much force as he can muster.
Even in her 3-inch heels, Hannah is quite a few inches shorter than Scott, forcing him to lower his body by spreading his legs wider in order to get any leverage in their current position. The upside to this is his groin is now pressing directly against her ass. Unfortunately his cock is still in his pants. He’s tempted to pull it out but is afraid he won’t be able to keep himself from sticking it into Hannah, something he’s trying to hold off on for the time being.
Trying to take his mind off his cock, he slides a third finger inside Hannah’s pussy, causing her to gasp audibly. Moving his hand back and forth quickly, his fingers filling up her pussy, Scott fingerfucks her without mercy while she moans and squirms beneath him.
Every sound Hannah makes entices him to bang her with more force; every time she cries out he pushes his fingers further inside her, every increase in her breath rate just inspires him to slam her with more aggression.
Once he thinks she’s getting comfortable, he forces his pinky inside her pussy, making it four fingers altogether.
Hannah reacts to this with a high-pitched whimper. But Scott doesn’t want to hear it. He covers her mouth with his free hand and continues slamming her pussy with everything he has.
As soon as she’s used to this new development, Scott switches it up again, this time pulling his hand from over her mouth and gripping her around the throat.
He proceeds to choke Hannah while he bangs her with his fingers, tightening his grip with every passing second without letting up at all on her pussy.
Unable to breathe, Hannah starts to fade quickly. Her face is growing red and her legs are starting to weaken. Her mouth is slightly open and her lips are moving but just barely. Her eyelids are fluttering. But still her body reacts to his fingers: Her pussy is wetter than ever.
It isn’t until Hannah’s eyes fall closed and her head starts to slump that Scott releases his hold on her throat.
Her chest heaves as her body once again draws air. Her face regains its color and her eyes reopen, wider—and filled with more excitement—than ever.
This brush with unconsciousness seems to stimulate Hannah even more. She lets out a scream of pleasure as an orgasm overwhelms her body. Her pussy gushes juices, soaking Scott’s hand and dripping onto the carpet. Her return to the conscious world also appears to have heightened her sensitivity, as she suddenly tries to squirm out of Scott’s grip, twisting her lower body in an attempt to pull away from his fingers.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Scott says, his smile widening as he shifts his body along with hers. He doesn’t have any trouble keeping her under control due to the constraints on her legs and arms.
Hannah does manage to turn herself around, so that her back is now against the wall, but it doesn’t do her any good. Scott keeps his fingers planted firmly inside her pussy, even managing to continue banging her as she tries to escape.
Hannah drops to the floor, her butt on the ground, but Scott moves along with her, finger-fucking her more aggressively now due to the increase in leverage he has over her.
Tears are streaming down Hannah’s face as she begs him to stop. But her face paints a different picture than her words; it’s fixed in a mask of pleasure, ecstasy even, and the cries coming from her mouth are ones of enjoyment, not pain.
“Please stop,” she says between deep breaths. “Please. I need . . . a break. Please!”
“I thought you said you could handle anything,” Scott says, still not letting up in the least even though his forearm is starting to burn with the effort.
“Not this,” Hannah says, her chest still heaving uncontrollably. It’s a wonder
