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  I grabbed Jasmine’s arm and pulled her to her feet and led her towards the closet. Once there, I reached in and grabbed one of her belts from a hanger.

  “I like where this is going,” Jasmine said, rubbing up against me.

  “Not as much as I do,” I replied. I stuck the belt in my mouth and bit down to hold it in place, then I grabbed one of Jasmine’s arms and pulled it behind her back. I proceeded to do the same for her other arm, crossing one of her wrists over the other.

  Holding her arms together with one hand, I reached for the belt with my free hand. I wrapped the belt around her wrists a couple of times in a figure-eight pattern, then slipped the tail of the belt into the buckle and stuck the prong into one of the holes, effectively handcuffing her.

  Once Jasmine’s arms were incapacitated, I pushed on her shoulders, dropping her to her hands and knees on the carpeted floor. With my cock raging as hard as ever, I circled around Jasmine until I was behind her, then forced her head down onto the carpet. I dropped to my knees and nestled in behind her, then reached under her hips and lifted them up so her body was like an upside-down V, with her ass as the highest point.

  On her hands and knees with her wrists are bound behind her back by the belt, Jasmine was essentially helpless. Just how I wanted her.

  Without a word, I slipped my cock into her pussy for what could be the last time all night, and started methodically moving against her in long, slow, deep strokes. But it wasn’t long before I was hammering away at her, my hands around her hips to pull her back into me with every thrust.

  I let go of one of her hips so I could slap her ass, snapping my open palm into the side of her ass cheek like I was a jockey riding a horse down the final stretch.

  Jasmine reacted in much the same way a horse would, bucking back into me with more intensity. But Jasmine’s positioning, combined with her incapacitated arms, meant that she couldn’t get much force into her thrusts. So I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, bringing it up to the same level as mine, straightening out her upper body and giving her more leverage to work with.

  She took advantage, using her hips to hammer her body back into me harder than before, her ass slamming up against my groin, forcing my cock deeper inside of her.

  “There you go,” I said as I pulled my hands off Jasmine and let her do all the work. “Back that ass up into me. Show me what you can do, baby. Give me something to write home about."

  Jasmine did as she was told, bucking back against me so hard that I had to wrap one arm around her chest to avoid losing my balance.

  “Thatta girl,” I said. “Fuck my cock with your pussy. Just like that.”

  My arm slid up Jasmine’s body until it was clamped around her neck. I grabbed her in a headlock, tightening it down as she continued slamming her ass back against me.

  After a bit, I reached up and smacked her in the face with an open hand. “Harder,” I said as I smacked her again.

  Jasmine backed up against me with more intensity but still not enough for me.

  So I smacked her yet again. My other arm was still around her neck but not squeezing tightly. “Harder.”

  She obliged, slamming back into me so intensely that it was practically knocking me backwards with every thrust.

  “Are you deaf? Harder!” I said, smacking her face for the fourth time.

  Jasmine slammed back into me with everything she had, a guttural grunt coming from her throat as she hammered away.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” I said. “Hammer me with that fat ass of yours.”

  I let her back into me a few more times before releasing my hold on her and again pushing her face down to the carpet. Then I went back to work on her, returning the favor by hammering away on her with everything I had.

  I used my hands to spread Jasmine’s asscheeks, making her pretty little asshole gape. It was open wide, just begging to be played with.

  So I do, sneaking my thumb over to the crack of her ass while I continued fucking her. I gathered up some saliva and spit on her asshole, then slipped my thumb inside.

  Jasmine gasped and cursed beneath her breath but didn’t protest. In fact, her energy level picked up almost immediately, along with the pitch of the grunts coming from her throat. Apparently I had found the sweet spot.

  “You like that, do you?” I said, forcing my thumb deeper into her asshole.

  “I fucking love it,” Jasmine said, her voice a guttural growl. Her arms and legs were straining more than ever against her bonds.

  “Is that right?” I said, moving my thumb in and out of her asshole while still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you want me to stick something else in there?”

  “Fuck yeah,” she said.

  “Well then, let’s see what we can do about that,” I said. I pulled my cock out of her pussy. It was gleaming with her juices and harder than it had been all night.

  I desperately wanted to slip it into her asshole but knew that shortly after I did it would be all over for me. And I wanted to debase Jasmine more before I came. So I had to find something else that would do the trick for a little while, giving me a chance to calm down for a minute or two.

  Then I saw something that would work perfectly.

  Smiling, I reached back and snatched the wine bottle from the nightstand.

  I stuck two fingers into Jasmine’s dripping wet snatch and banged her for a few seconds to get some of her juices to use as lube, then rubbed my fingers on the neck of the wine bottle to help ease the entry.

  “Are you ready?” I asked her.

  Jasmine nodded. She still hadn’t looked back so she didn’t know what I was planning. Not that it mattered anyway. It was my time to do what I wanted with her and this was what I wanted. So I slipped the tip of the bottle into her asshole. There was a hint of resistance at first, but then it slid in quite easily.

  Jasmine gasped and uttered a low, wordless moan of surprise as I slid the wine bottle further into her asshole. Clearly she was expecting something else in there but she still seemed to be enjoying it either way.

  I worked it carefully, moving it back and forth slowly and spitting on her asshole with regularity to keep things nice and wet.

  “Jesus Christ that feels so fucking good,” Jasmine said. Her head was still pressing against the carpet but her face was turned back to watch the proceedings as best she could. “Give me more. I want the whole fucking thing.”

  So I did, sliding the bottle into her asshole until the entire neck disappeared.

  “God-dammit!” Jasmine said, her voice dripping with ecstasy. “I love having things stuffed into my asshole.”

  “You’re such a dirty fucking slut,” I said, laughing under my breath.

  She flashed me a little smile.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock was simply too hard to wait any longer. It was time to fuck Jasmine’s ass and cum again and finish the session and top off the night. I knew I wouldn’t last long once I got my cock into her asshole, but at this point it didn’t matter. I simply couldn’t wait any longer.

  I slid the wine bottle out of Jasmine’s asshole, leaving it gaping and ready for my hard cock. I slapped her ass a couple of times, then spread my legs wide and squatted down until my cock was hovering right above Jasmine’s ass. I spit on my cock and slid it into her asshole, not bothering to take it slow, just forcing it in until it could go no further.

  Jasmine gasped and uttered a high-pitched yelp that turned into a full-on squeal as I started pounding away at her asshole, giving her everything I had, my balls slapping against her pussy at the bottom of every thrust.

  Pushing down on her shoulders, I laid into Jasmine with all my weight, pummeling her with reckless abandon as guttural growls escaped from her throat.

  Jasmine’s asshole was tighter than her pussy, but not too tight that it was a struggle to fuck it. She was well-versed in anal sex and able to relax enough to take my cock with ease.

  She could take an anal pounding too, barely even
flinching as I hammered her ass with unbridled intensity. Whether I was slapping her ass until it was bright red or pushing her head into the carpet she took it like a champ, screaming for more and begging for it harder the whole time.

  I used my hands to spread her asscheeks, giving me deeper access to her insides, and still Jasmine didn’t complain. She just took it like a true fuckslut, uttering nothing but sounds of pleasure as I owned her ass.

  After a good two minutes of fucking Jasmine’s asshole from behind, I decided to mix things up. Even though I knew I didn’t have much longer until I blew my load, that was all right. I was ready to finish up. My cock felt like it was going to burst out of its skin and my body was pining for release. But first I wanted to get Jasmine in one last position. One that took advantage of her assets more than doggy-style.

  With this in mind, I stood up, pulling my cock out of Jasmine’s ass. I undid the belt holding her arms together, then I flipped her over.

  Dropping to my knees, I spread Jasmine’s legs and pushed them back towards her head, raising her hips and making her asshole more accessible.

  Jasmine knew where I was going and grabbed her ankles, holding her legs open.

  I rubbed my cock over her pussy, getting it wet with her juices, then slipped it into her asshole. I leaned forward until my head was right above Jasmine’s and grasped her around the throat with both hands.

  Staring down at her, our faces less than a foot apart, I looked right into Jasmine’s eyes as I fucked her ass and choked her at the same time.

  “You like this, don’t you?” I said.

  Jasmine nodded and gasped for breath, her face turning red, and then going pale from the lack of oxygen.

  I let go of her throat with one of my hands and used it slap her in the face, still fucking her ass all the while.

  “What about that?” I asked. “Do you like it too?”

  Jasmine nodded again. Her eyes were gleaming with excitement.

  I also liked it. Too much, in fact. I didn’t have much longer at all until I came. But what time I still had I was going to make the most of.

  I slapped Jasmine once more, then returned my hand to her throat and started squeezing.

  It wasn’t long before she was begging for air once again.

  This time, when I removed my hand I slapped her tits. First one, then the other. I gave her just enough time to catch her breath then started choking her once more, my cock still moving in and out of her asshole with as much intensity as I could muster.

  When Jasmine ran out of breath once again, I let go of her throat completely. I pumped her asshole one last time then pulled my cock out and scrambled up the length of her body. It was just about that time. Pinning her legs back with my own, I slid my cock into her mouth, forcing her to suck her ass juices off my cock.

  She did so willingly, cleaning my cock with unfettered enthusiasm, licking it clean before taking it all the way down her throat, gagging and choking before I pulled it back out. Finally, it was time.

  Jasmine knew it too. “Are you ready?” she asked.

  I nodded.

  She took care of the rest, wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock and jerking me off with one hand while playing with my balls with her other. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she brought me to completion within seconds, my body shuddering and a low groan escaping my mouth as my seed shot out of my cock.

  Jasmine took my entire load in her mouth, sucking on the tip and milking me dry until all my cum had been extracted. Then, as I looked on with wonder, she gave me wink and swallowed it down.

  Exhausted beyond all belief, I climbed to my feet, then helped Jasmine to hers. Neither of us spoke as we made our way over to the bed, and fell back onto it together. My head was spinning and my mouth was dry and I was sure hers was too. But neither of us could do anything about it right now, not after the six-hour sex marathon we’d both experienced. At this point, neither of us could even talk. Not that talking was necessary, not after what we’d done. There would be plenty of time to talk later. Right now, it was time to rest and relax. The marathon was over.

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