Sleeping next to your dom, they partially wake up in the morning and look at you still totally asleep, your arms draped over them. Bleary-eyed, they still think you look so cute lying there, so they grab you and pull you on top of them, your head now resting on their chest. You must have been having a wet dream, because they can feel the dampness of your panties pressing against their bulge. Still half asleep themselves, they start to move you back and forth, grinding you against them as they get hard beneath you. The feeling invades your dreams and you start to instinctively rock your hips back and forth on your own. The dream you're having feels so good, you don't even realize when your soaked panties are pulled aside and the tip of their cock presses against your pussy.
Still lost in that dream, a moan escapes your throat as they begin to lower you down on them, their length stretching you apart to fit them. They go slowly, gradually letting their cock fill you up, until they pull you down the last couple inches, the sudden impact jolting your eyes open. They hold you gently, petting your hair, whispering, "shhhhh it's okay baby, I've got you, go back to sleep." Your eyes close again, but now that cock dominates your dreams, and you start to shift your little hips on top of it, your body acting on its own. Your Dom keeps one hand on your head, petting your hair, while the other gently presses your lower back as they slowly thrust up into you.
Eventually, your soft moans become too much, and your Dom starts to move their hips faster, more aggressive, lost in their own half-asleep fantasies of you, until the force and movement rocks you awake again. This time though, they have no mind to comfort you back to sleep, and as you start to raise your head from their chest and realize what's happening to you, the hands become more aggressive. The hand on your head moves to your neck, wrapping around it and holding you in place, while the one on your lower back now grips your ass, shifting it back and forth as they pound into you.
Rough.
Primal.
Animalistic.
It doesn't occur to you how long they were taking advantage of you in your sleep until you feel yourself shake and convulse from the first orgasm, the one they had been building in you for god knows how long. Now you're awake, but still unable to do anything to fight back, the shock of waking up like this and their strong hands holding you against them as they use you. Tears start to well in your eyes, even though it feels so...good.
Good.
Yes, it feels good.
No matter how much you gasp and try to protest, your body knows that it wants this, and so your hips start moving on their own again. You're doing the work for them, so the hand comes away from your ass and joins the other one at your neck, both now wrapped tightly around your throat. Your vision starts to get blurry at the edges as your own hands try to pull these ones away from you, but it's all you can do to hold on to them while your body bounces on that cock, betraying you completely. The tears fall fully from your eyes, streaming down your face and falling onto your doms chest. You look now and see that they're no longer half asleep either, their eyes intensely locked with yours as they smile at your tears. "Shhh it's okay baby, I've got you, go back to sleep." As their grip tightens, both your hips and theirs move faster and harder. The last thing you feel before unconsciousness takes you, is them pounding up into you one last time, flooding you with cum until you fall forward, back onto their chest, asleep once again.
I rose from his bed on trembling legs and took a few shaky steps towards the bathroom. It was late afternoon and he’d left my in a highly aroused state, to the point where I was begging him, pleading with him to take me, use me, promising to do unspeakable things for him if he’d only give me the release my body craved. It was such sweet torture and my body ached with need, the need to please and be pleased, but he had something else in mind and left, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone for the remainder of the day.
I stood at the door leading into the bathroom and slide my palms across my full breasts, cupping and squeezing them, while my thumbs drew circles around my nipples. I felt them stiffen and continued to toy with hardening pink nubs of sensitive flesh, stretching them out painfully, rolling their hardness between thumb and forefinger. I let out a sigh, which ended in a soft groan and allowed my hands to travel down to my belly. I felt my belly draw in, so sensitive to the slightest caress, and moaned softly. Stepping out to the side, spreading my legs until they were about shoulder width apart, I smoothed my hands over softly curved hips to the crease of my thigh. I brushed fingertips across the mound of soft curly hairs, still damp from earlier that day, than grasped a few hairs between her fingers of her right hand and tugged sideways. The delicate petals of her sex pulled open, swollen and glistening, my womanly scent perfuming the air around me.
My palm slides over my mound, the middle finger gliding between the neatly trimmed crease, her palm pressing against that tiny bud of pleasure while I slide into my opening, up to the first knuckle. I wriggled my finger, making a come hither motion and this brought another moan to my lips and a deep aching feeling between my legs. I miss seed him. I pulled my hand back, dragging a slick finger up until I felt the hood slide back, exposing the tiny pink bud that lay within the moist folds of my sex. I fingered the tiny pink bud, teasing it with soft strokes and a vibrating motion until I felt it throb and ache. I shuddered and felt myself easily approaching orgasm. I jerked my hand away and cried out to no one, ‘No! No, I can’t! ’ I must wait for you. You would be returning soon for me and when you do, I must be ready.
Every nerve in my body was on fire. The slightest hint of a breeze across my nipples, the lightest touch to my flesh brought on feelings of hunger that only You could satisfy.
I ran a hot bath thinking it might calm her nerves. I added some perfumed bath salts and swirled the water with her foot. I knew to prepare myself, you didn’t have to tell me, it was expected of me. I felt duty bound to be the best and only woman you would ever need.
I gathered my hair up and loosely pinned it in place with a couple of silver pins. Stepping into the tub, I sat down and eased back until the water reached my neck. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift. As usual, my thoughts turned to You. I recalled your hands on my body, so powerful, possessing me, bringing to surface those desires I held deep. He was fully aware of her need and with the expert touch of a true master, he would caress and tease, bringing me to the edge then easing me back, always in control. I had been helpless, depending on him, completely at his mercy. He’d worked her body like a fine-tuned instrument until I was begging for more.
I groaned, low and deep in her throat. Never had I expected to feel this way with him. Taking the sponge in one hand, I held out my arm and squeezed warm water down its length. I found marks on my wrist where the bindings had pressed into the soft flesh. I switched hands and did the same to the other arm, noting some marks there as well. No doubt they would fade soon but best to keep covered until then. I washed my breasts and winced; my breasts ached and the nipples were still tender. I quickly rinsed, trying as much as possible to avoid brushing against my tits with the rough sponge.
Raising a foot out of the water, I squeezed the sponge down a shapely leg until I reached my ankle. I noted the fading lines around my ankle and wasn’t at all surprised. I thought it wasn’t so bad being ‘marked,’ and smiled at the thought.
I quickly finished washing and rinsed off a few times. I felt wonderfully refreshed and stepped out of the tub, my feet hitting the cold tile floor. My skin goose bumped and I shivered. Reaching out for the oversized bath towel I quickly dried off. I smoothed perfumed body creme onto skin flushed from the hot bath and brisk rub down. I was ready.
I returned to the bedroom with a sensual gracefulness that spoke of a woman fully aware of her body. I reached into the closet and took out a short, dusty pink silk chiffon robe. I pulled on the robe and tied the satin sash around my waist then moved around picking up and straightening. I found the bindings discarded on the floor, next to a set of rings. I picked them up then slide the cord through her fingers until I came to the end, which I caught in my hand. My heart rate picked up, my breath caught in my throat. I recalled how you had quite suddenly taken me with such force, it was enough to make me groan out loud and beg for more.
I lay down on the cool satin sheets with the bindings draped over my body. My robe had pulled open to the waist, exposing the rounded edges of my tender breasts and my small, rippled belly. I turned on my side, wrapping the bindings around once. I would rest a while; I had a feeling I would need it tonight. He was rather demanding of me, dared not risk his displeasure.
I awoke tied; face down on our bed. My hands were tied together, straight above my head, my legs far apart to either side of the end of the bed. I couldn’t even wiggle. Around my neck was a belt but it wasn’t tight, yet. My body was still sore, not in a painful way, just that ache you get after a good workout. I was tied so tight I couldn’t move my neck to see much of the room except my very secure head board and a picture of my loving boyfriend, which sat on my side of the bed.
You walked into the room, but I couldn’t see where you stood. My heart was racing yet I tried to remain calm, whatever you had planned was going to happen and freaking out would only make it worse for me… but probably better for you. I smiled a wicked smile. Without moving within my sight I felt you move onto the bed between my legs. I was shaking now. I had to keep it together.
You grazed my skin along my back so gently; my fear and heightened senses made it feel so intense, I let out a moan. You softly ran your hands along my naked body, bringing me almost to the point of orgasm then you abruptly stopped. The pause was just as intense because I didn’t know what would happen next or where on my body. It seemed to last forever. Finally you ended the silence with a slap on my ass.
“Ooohhh God!” I let out, which was followed by another slap to my other cheek. I kept quite by yelling into the pillow. Your hands caressed over my back and around to my tits. Your rough, strong hands grabbed my small breasts and squeezed hard enough to hurt but soft enough not to bruise. I let out a gasp before catching it and keeping it to myself as he grabbed each of my nipples and pinched hard. I thought I couldn’t take anymore as you began to twist harder, but just before I let out a huge scream you released your grip and glided your hands back down my body, over my sensitive stomach and across the outside of my, now very wet, pussy.
One finger found my labia and stroked between them. I felt the part, almost magically, to your touch as you pressed home. One finger followed by another shortly afterwards found their way into me, pushing past my soaked lips and into my tight pussy. I arched my back, trying to take your fingers in without hurting. My pussy stretched to accommodate you. As you finger fucked me I adjusted to your presence and began to really enjoy your ministrations. I pushed back against your hands as much as I could, it felt so good, but again, just as I reached an orgasm you changed it up again. You pulled out your fingers and, without any hesitation, rammed in your cock deep into my pussy, pushing just past the back. Filling me like never before, pure penetration.
I couldn’t think, or move, all I could do was take your hard cock deep into my body. I felt the pressure against my cervix as you almost pushed through directly into my womb. You then withdrew slowly… making me beg to be filled again. Your hips pushed forwards and once again you slipped inside, balls deep. In and out. In and out. Increasing pace, in out in out in…You fucked me hard, slapping my ass every few thrusts. I thought I would tear in half. I could feel every thrust, every inch. Just as I had before, I started to enjoy it; you reached around and pinched my nipple hard. And just when I thought it would get pinched off, I came with such force that I tore my restraints into my wrists. But I didn’t care; I just kept cumming and cumming as you continued fucking and fucking.
I twitched and shook, oblivious to the world, all I knew was orgasmic pleasure until I just lay there motionless, thinking it was over. But it wasn’t. You pulled out you cock and rubbed my pussy juices all over my asshole. I realised what you were doing and began to struggle hard, begging you not too. I couldn’t take his massive girth in my ass. But you ignored my pleas and grabbed the belt strap around my neck and pulled it a tight. I could barely breathe but I wasn’t going to die, he pulled me back with the strap and positioned himself again at my ass. It was going to happen… and this time I was still… I was ready.
My heart was pounding from fear; I could hear it in my ears, probably due to the belt gently choking me. You got my ass soaked with pussy juice then started to push in the swollen head of your erect penis. Slowly, but forcefully you entered me. More and more of your head pushed past my resistance. As much as I tried to relax to accommodate you I was too scared and my body was trying to keep you out no matter what. Then it happened, the awkward pressure suddenly disappeared as my ass relented to your intrusion. Your cock head finally popped inside of me, and with that you thrust deep into my taboo hole.
I tensed up hard and screamed. The belt loosened as you used both hands to grab my hips, you held me tight as you kept your cock deep inside of me, waiting for me to adjust to your size. I was shaking and whimpering as you began to pump your invasive erection in and out of my peachy bottom, slowly at first. You built up speed and by the time you were fucking my ass hard I was again more than simply enjoying it. I was in heaven. I was yours.
I did my best against my restraints to push back against your thrusting cock to take more; I loved feeling you own me deep. The harder you went the more I wanted, I was insatiable. I couldn’t cum enough; I thought I’d take it all night. Just as I came my hardest ever, shaking and screaming, you pulled out.
With one hand you released my restraints, allowing me to roll onto my back in front of you while you looked at my naked, taken body and masturbated fast. Your hand was a blur as you stared into my glassy blue eyes. Still twitching in the after effects if my own orgasm I stare up into your face as you blow your hot load all over stomach and pussy, watching your beautiful face, your beautiful features, showing signs of your orgasm and giggle to myself in pure and utter ecstasy as you collapse by my side, your breathing heavy. I take your hand in mine which is still sticky from fucking my soaking pussy. Your eyes are misty and I hear you swear and say my name as once again we relish in the fact that we’ve completely blown each others minds. My pussy is thumping from where you have fucked me hard and fast and my throat is hoarse from my screams my lips red from where I’ve bitten them as your cock has slammed hard into my ass I don’t think I’ll ever stop being amazed at the chemistry between us and how we seem to move so perfectly. The fact that your tongue always makes me cum and I lose total control over myself for you just because of the way you touch me.
Our bodies relax and we melt into each other. You kiss my neck affectionately and immediately the pulsing I feel in my pussy moves to my clit and I am ready for you again… I shiver with excitement and my tits turn very slightly red, swelling noticeably. Waiting for your fingers to stroke them and continue exciting my pussy. Instead I decide to let you recover and turn onto my stomach kissing you on your beautiful soft chest. My hands begin stroking at the soft skin between your hips, tracing up and down distracting your mind as you talk to me.
My strokes begin to get lower, stroking firmly between your legs. I can feel you beginning to get turned on as you fill your lungs and inhale softly. My hands gently cup your balls, teasing you, squeezing them gently and stroking over them, up across your soft cock.
I caress you gently for a little while, and eventually I take my teasing a little further kissing your neck and licking your earlobes gently. I move to position myself between your legs. I massage them, getting close to your cock, slowly moving my hands to massage the area around your cock, relaxing your body so I can take full control. I begin to include your cock into my slow massage, running my hands up and down its length and it begins to harden and grow under my touch until I am able to begin moving my hands up it, holding it, sliding my hands back down. My mind is thinking back to how you fucked me earlier. Hard and raw. I want to reward you, and take you to a new height of ecstasy.
I get up and stand naked beside the bed, bending over so you have a close and intimate view of my throbbing pussy and arse. I pull out a pair of handcuffs and a scarf from the drawer. I want to be in complete control of the pleasure you receive and I want to give you the dirtier side you seem to release in me. I place the items beside you and resume my position, pumping your hard hot cock up and down with one handing, stroking your sides, hips, stomach, neck and balls with the other.
Your breath is beginning to quicken and I can feel you succumbing to the idea of cumming all over my tits and lips. I ask you what you want from me and you moan deeply. The sound makes my tits hard and I take both of your hands, linking them into mine. I begin to push them back above your head sliding my warm body across yours, my heavy tits sliding across your stomach and chest. I whisper in your ear ‘what do you want baby’. Before you answer my tongue finds your mouth and plunges deep into it, flicking over your lips in a suggestive manner. Our lips curl up into seductive smiles and you growl at me in desperation for my tongue and the vision of my head lowering itself deep onto your cock, sliding to the back of my throat and the vibrations of my moans.
Instead I take the handcuffs and sit back so I can torture you with my wet slit on your erect manhood as I restrain your hands with the cuffs and take the scarf. I tie it securely around your head covering your eyes ensuring you can see nothing. You can only hear and feel and the anticipation is beginning to build inside you. You feel a little exposed and your sensations are heightening as you begin to realise you haven’t felt me touch you since I restrained you.
You lay still waiting for me to kiss your cock. Or touch your chest. Your hear movement, you reach out to find that my legs are beside your head and suddenly my cunt is on your mouth, my soaking wet, soft slit moves gently on your lips. I want you to fuck me with your tongue and instruct you to do so. I try and sound harsh, controlling but you can detect the desire in my voice, which you know so well, and so you oblige. Your tongue finds my pussy and plunges deep. I moan and grab at your hair. I move on your face. I am sitting upright, refusing to touch your cock, looking down at your face, wondering what you’re imagining behind that blindfold. My hands tug at your hair harshly and I manipulate my body so your tongue is sliding over my clit. You refuse to let me control you too much and suck gently on throbbing, swollen clit. Knowing this will always gain you full control. Instantly I begin to fall into the beginnings of orgasm. I grab your hands which are still above your head, restrained. You are desperate for me to drown you in my cum. You want my sweet tasting juices in your mouth and down your chin. You imagine plunging your fingers deep into my pussy and your mind goes crazy as you realise your hands are out of control. You imagine my pussy squirting juices all over your face, arms and chest. And then my vagina is gone. Your lips are pouted expectantly, wanting my cum. But I have moved, and don’t even kiss you thankfully, as usually I do…
I cannot wait any longer. I position in a 69. The thought of your cock in my mouth makes me so unbelievably hot. And so, I steady your throbbing dick in my hand and slide my mouth down the entire length, as deep as I can so it hits the back of my throat. You let out a cry followed by my name, said over and over and I fucking love it. Your body reacts to the pleasure by pushing down into the bed your muscles tensing. I resist the urge to gag on its massive size and instead relax my throat, pushing you in further, enjoy the feeling of not being able to breath from being so full of your massive size. A very impressive 6 and a half inches. Just the thought of its size alone gets my pussy swollen. I begin moving my hand in rhythm with my mouth. My spit allows my hand to run up and down your shaft smoothly, as thought my mouth has reached the base of your cock. I massage your balls to. I build up the pleasure, reacting to your moans and swearing. I suck on your balls whilst fucking you with my hands. I nip at your thighs before plunging it deep into my throat again. I am sure you’re about to moan that you want to cum, so I stop. I trace my fingers across your stomach.
You don’t know what I’ll do next and it is thrilling for you. The feeling of trust, excitement and anticipation is making your cock rock hard. I seem to have disappeared but you resist the urge to speak and instead, you wait patiently. I remove your blindfold and my eyes look into yours. You can see how horny I am but say nothing. I release your handcuffs and you wonder what is going on. I lay beside you on my front, I pull at your arms and you follow my lead lying on top of me. You nuzzle into my neck and I turn my head towards you. For the first time in a while I kiss you deeply. As I so, I push my arse against your desperately hard cock. You hear the words come out of your mouth and you go crazy. ‘Fuck me in the ass again baby I want to feel you there. I want to orgasm with you in my arse’. Your hand reaches down to prepare me and you slowly realise I had disappeared to ready myself so you could take full enjoyment of my tight arse hole…
You pull my hips up and position yourself on your knees. Your hard cock massages my pussy and your thumb circles my arse. You push it inside me gently and my body weakens. You kiss my lower back relaxing me and you feel ecstasy in my moans. You can’t hold back and grabbing your hips you slowly gently begin pushing into my tight arse hole. It hurts me but I need it and as you resist, not wanting to hurt me. I hold your hands firmly on my hips, easing onto you, further and deeper. The sight of it makes you lose control. Your hips begin thrusting at me, your body doubles over and you kiss passionately at my back. I am rubbing violently at my clit and I am moaning so hard, so differently to anything you’ve heard before. They are deep, throaty. I am completely lost. My tight ass is milking your cock, desperate to be filled with your cum I begin massaging your balls as you fuck me, you take over rubbing my clit. We get faster, we fuck harder and I scream louder. You tell me you’re going to cum so I push my arse right back getting you as deep as possible. You won’t be pulling out this time. You cry out loudly, so, so loudly that as I begin to shake and orgasm. My moans are drowned by the loudness of your own as your cock spurts its creamy goodness deep into my bowels. I feel flooded with liquid heat, bathed internally with your seed… I’m yours. I’m in heaven.
You collapse down on top of me. Your weight on top of me, and your hot body, slick with sweat comforts me. Keeping me warm as I begin to cool. Panting, moaning trying to catch our breath you gently pull out of me, feeling pleasure at the tightness of my arse, still wrapped around you. I squeeze your hands which have somehow become entwined with mine and kiss them. You’re saying my name in my ear, kissing my lips, cheeks and neck, but we are lost in a world of pleasure we created. You settle down on top of me, like a big warm duvet. Your spunk is spilling out of my arse and our breathing slows. Eventually we find that we are spooning one another, and deep sleep follows. Our bodies feel as though they are sinking. We hold each other all night long. We are in Love.
I love her body. Especially her ass. I always have. Always will. I just love my Princess’ taunt, little ass.
I have nothing against her breasts. They’re beautiful too. Smooth mounds under a top with a teasing neckline. Or their fleshy orbs rolling and jiggling as I thrust myself deep inside her again and again, her legs spread in welcome.
But there is just something so special … so mesmerising about a sweet-sweet feminine ass.
I love to have my Baby Girl lay naked on her belly, her head resting on crossed arms. I lay beside her, my head propped on one bent arm so that I can gaze down her back to where the curve of her ass cheeks proudly rise. I reach out and my fingers dance across her back, sweeping back and forth, up and down. I kiss her shoulder, my lips soft … moist … tender. I trace the outlines that are the edges of her bones and the curves of her muscles beneath her flesh. I kiss her shoulder again then rest my head there as I lean my body against hers; my chest against her side, my crotch against her thigh, my pulse making me throb.
I continue to draw lines across her back as the heat of our bodies mingle. I hear her sigh. Listen to her breath. Time ticks by … warm moments … lingering minutes.
I lean up and plant delicate kisses across her shoulder blades. This causes me to press firmer against her … my growing manhood pulsing against her thigh.
I rest my head on her shoulder once more.
My fingers dance down to play at the small of her back, that little dip just before the sensual curves of her ass rise up. Gazing down her body I admire their delicate shape, their smooth flow. I trace the edges of her spine … her waist lines. Over and over my fingers dance. At intervals I raise up to kiss her back, my lips slowly traveling lower. My growing member presses against her … pulsing … throbbing.
Her shallow breaths are interspersed with quiet moans … content sighs. Her body starts to shift with its building heat. Her legs slide upon the sheet, they part slightly, pressing her thigh against me.
My fingers dance up … down. My lips kissing.
Eventually my fingers slip onto her ass to cup and fondle one beautiful cheek. They tense ever so slightly, pressing into her smooth flesh. Planting soft, moist kisses ever lower I caress her ass cheeks … massage them. I revel in the feel of them. Against her thigh I throb excitedly, my desire being fuelled.
Her body responds more. Her hips roll as she lifts her ass in offering to my touch. Her breathing grows more shallow … more laboured. Soft whimpers rattle her throat. Her legs part a little more, the one pressing against me intentionally.
For long, long minutes I rub and massage her beautiful ass … loving it … worshipping it. Sliding myself down I kiss her lower back, my lips gentle … tender. I can smell her growing arousal, the aroma is so … enthralling.
As I continue to adore her ass, her hips roll more and more. Her ass rises higher pressing herself into my touch. Her legs open further … further … further.
I slide over the one to lay between the pair and they open even further.
Now I am staring straight at her beautiful ass. It hovers before me, inches off the bed, rolling ever so slightly. I reach out and cup a cheek in each hand. My fingers tense as I gently squeeze. I lean in … kiss one beautiful orb … then the other. My fingers tensing, squeezing … Moulding her flesh I love her glorious orbs with more kisses during long minutes.
She responds.
Her body simmers. Her hips roll before me. The aroma of her arousal fills the air. She whimpers louder … moans mixing with her heavy breath. Her knees are bending, lifting her … raising her ass into the air.
My attentions shift with her. My hands … my kisses … slip downward to the spot where her beautiful ass meets her thighs. Cupping her cheeks here my thumbs extend inward, brushing at her flesh near her sex. My fingers tense, plying into her asscheeks. My lips kiss her. I inhale her sexual scent.
Shivering, she squirms before me, her breathing shallow, laboured. She whimpers and sighs as I continue loving her fleshy orbs while my thumbs draw tiny circles tantalisingly close to her pussy.
Now her knees are firmly beneath her, her ass raised as high as it will go. I pull back to admire the image before me. Her lovely ass hovering in the air, rolling so subtly with the passion burning inside her. Her legs spread in invitation. Between them her pussy glistening with her juices. Her labia are swollen with her desire, parting slightly in anticipation, her slit pink. This sight … this image is definitely one of the most beautiful images in the world; an aroused woman on her knees before me, my hands squeezing her firm ass cheeks as it sways before me, her pussy glistening wetly with her arousal … her desire … her need.
I throb with my own hunger.
My hands shift once more, my thumbs slipping to within millimetres of her pussy. My fingers tense, squeezing her ass harder. I lean forward, plant heated kisses where her lovely cheeks meet her thighs.
Her aroma fills the air with its incense. Her sighing whimpers are filled with unfulfilled contentment.
While my fingers continue to ply at her asscheeks I ever so gradually allow my thumbs and my lips to move closer … closer … closer to her sex. My digits reach it first. They massage her swollen lips, dip delicately between them to swirl in the juices wetting her slit. Then my lips brush against the bottom edge of her pussy. My tongue darts out, flickers between her open lips to taste her juices.
She whimpers. Her body tenses. Her ass reflexively pushes back into my hands.
My tongue darts out again and again, licking at her repeatedly with quick little laps that swipe at her wetness.
She whimpers. Her body quivering with the electricity shooting along her nerves.
After several minutes I pull away. Shifting, I rise up behind her on my own knees. Squeezing her ass with one hand, I grasp my cock in the other and tug on it a few times to ensure it is fully engorged. Then I guide myself to her.
Her anticipation makes it hard for her to hold still as I approach.
I guide myself between her legs, place the tip of my cock in her slit. Sliding it around I search for her opening. I find it … snuggle myself against it … press forward. Her walls open for me, my cockhead parting them as it enters her. I push forward, sliding inch after inch of myself deep inside her.
Her folds encircle me, their velvety glove hugging my shaft. Her wetness coats me … envelopes me.
I release myself, my hand returning to her ass so that I cup both beautiful cheeks as I bury myself inside her. My crotch mashes against her rear as I fill her. I hold myself there, our hips rolling and gyrating, grinding against each other. After a moment I pull back, withdraw a portion of myself, then press forward again. Once more I fill her, my cock stuffing her sex as I grind myself against her ass. I pull back again … press forward. Again and again I do this … back … forward … back. Slowly, steadily I build a rhythm … my hips rocking. I fuck her … my hard cock pistoning in and out of her.
Soon her swaying body finds my rhythm … matches it. Pumping herself back and forth she fucks my cock with her wet pussy.
I watch her beautiful ass rocking back and forth, watch her cheeks quiver and shimmy as our bodies smack into one another. I see her flesh mould under by squeezing fingers. Her entire body sways and rocks before me. Her head lulls, her hair shimmering. Her moans and whimpers mix with the wet sounds of our fucking to fill the air with their cascading music.
Our lust builds. Our hunger grows.
Humping … pumping … fucking … our rhythm builds. Our lust drives us. Our roiling desires making our bodies steam and our flesh shimmer with sheens of sweat.
Her moans grow louder … her whimpers heavier. She drives her ass back at me, shoves herself onto my cock again and again.
My own hips match her growing passion, rocking back and forth, driving myself into her faster … harder. My fingers dig into her ass, her flesh so warm as its moulded by my feral desire.
Eventually her pussy starts to clench around my pounding cock. Her body starts to tense, her muscles tightening, her flesh tightening. Her nearing climax drives her to slam her sex on and off my cock. She fucks me with wild abandon.
This, of course, urges my own climax forward. Grunting I match her feral rhythm, pounding myself into her again and again … hammering her pussy with my stiff cock.
Suddenly she cries out. Her body snaps and twist, her muscles quivering beneath her flesh. She slams her pussy onto my cock. Her ass hops and jerks spastically before me. From her mouth spills dirty words and phrases, urging me on … making me drive myself into her even harder … faster.
With animalistic fury I answer the call. I jackhammer myself into her … slamming … pounding … fucking her fiercely. My lust races to its own crescendo and I pummel her pussy with my rigid cock. In … Out … In … I drive my hips at her. Harder … Faster … I slam myself deep inside her again and again. Roaring, I cram myself completely inside. Grind my crotch against her. My fingers dig at her ripe ass cheeks. Deep inside her I explode. My cock twitches … jerks … erupts with my orgasm.
Her pussy instinctively clenches tighter around me … milking me … draining me with primal need.
Finished. Our bodies relaxing, we collapse to the bed. I’m on my back. She moves over and cradles her head on my chest. Loose strands of her hair tickle my nose.
It’s a special day and you’ve been enjoying your success with your friends, eating good food and having a fun time. At the end of the day, you walk back to your room and turn the lights on, a little exhausted and ready for a shower and sleep. However, once you turn the light on, you realise something unusual: there are a bra and sexy lace thong on your bed, with a note that says “I’m waiting for you ;)” next to them. You hear the shower is running and go into the bathroom to check it out.
As you walk to the bathroom you see random clothes on the floor: a sexy short skirt, a tight tank top, and some heels. You imagine what my curvy frame looks like in that slutty outfit and start to feel your penis press against your zipper with excitement.
You open the bathroom door and hear the shower loud and clear now, and finally get a glimpse of what you were waiting for: through the textured glass, you see me completely naked under the water, rinsing off. I haven’t noticed you yet because the water is loud and I only have the shower light on for atmosphere, so you quietly undress and sneak over to the shower door.
You quickly pull the glass door open and jump in, taking me by surprise and immediately grabbing my wet body in your eager hands. I release a little scream of surprise as you turn me around and stifle my surprise with your lips, shutting me up in that sexy way you do. I melt into your embrace as your hands rove my body, moving from my soaking hair to my back and then to my big fat ass.
I arch my back and let my hands wander over your strong shoulders and muscular back, making the kiss intensify by the second. Your hands are squeezing and playing with my ass and then they move around to the front, where you start pulling at my nipples. You break the kiss, still holding onto my nipples, making me follow you to the wall as you back up because of your firm grip.
Once your back is against the wall, you turn me around before I realise what’s happening and pin me against the wall, my back to you. With one hand holding me against the wall, you use your free hand to pull my ass out toward you so it’s in a perfectly submissive and vulnerable position.
You slowly press your massive, hard cock vertically against my pussy like a hot dog, letting me feel how big you are without actually giving anything to me. I push my ass back into the feel of you, trying to tempt you into entering me but you don’t. Instead I feel you lean over me slowly, using your one free hand to roam up my body from my ass to my neck, stopping to fondle my big tits for a second. Your hand gets to my neck and you hold my throat loosely as you lean all the way over me until your chin is at my shoulder.
Then, in one fast movement, your hand shoots down to my clit and you start sucking hard on my neck, making me moan as you rub my dripping pussy and leave marks on me.
I’m moaning a lot now, and you’ve left several marks on my neck from sucking so hard. You keep teasing my clit for a second and then detach, pulling me away from the wall and pushing my head down towards the ground. While you stand behind me, you push two fingers into my pussy in doggy and start fingering me. My pussy is soaking wet on the inside, dripping with the juices of temptation and pleasure.
Once you’ve fingered me for a few minutes, you pull your fingers out and keep me bent over in doggy. I can feel your hard dick press up against me again, this time teasing me as you let the head slide up and down my pussy and tease my clit. You start entering my pussy, slowly letting the head go in and then pulling out, teasing me even more and making me squirm as I try to lean back.
You hold my ass in both your hands and stop moving, pulling me back a little until the head is in, and then pushing me forward so it comes out again. I’m moaning with anticipation and you hear me say, “Mm babe fuck me please!”
With that, you can’t handle waiting anymore. You oblige, shoving all six and a half inches into my pussy and ramming into the back. I scream with pleasure, begging for more as you pound me so hard with your huge cock.I can feel your balls slap up against me and you see my ass jiggle with every thrust.
I sneak a hand to my clit and start pleasuring myself, adding even more intensity to the oncoming climax we’re both about to have. You feel yourself getting close as I’m moaning and yelling out even more, ready for you to take me all the way. With a final sexy groan we both climax immensely, feeling a rush of pleasure overtake us together. Think ropes of your creamy spunk gush into my vagina. My quivering orgasm pushes your twitching member from me together with the excess jizz which dribbles out and splatters upon the floor beneath us. The warm water from the shower continues to wash over us, rinsing away the stresses of the day.
“I love you, Baby,” I whisper in your ear.
You kiss my forehead and cheek in response. We get dressed in our skimpy pyjamas and crawl into bed together, watching a couple episodes of our favourite show and cuddling close in front of the TV.
Finally, we drift off to sleep, wrapped in each others’ arms.
Why don't I have a cute girl on my lap? I'll make her cockwarm me as I leave marks all over her neck and chest. If she's being good, maybe she'll finally deserve to get slapped on her pretty face as I tell her how pathetic she looks while I tease her.
It was the morning after. His eyes slowly opened as the light began to leak through the blinds and creep across the floor toward the bed, she was still caught up in his arms. They were both lying on their sides, her head resting on his right bicep. She stirred as he caressed the contours of her body, his hand moved slowly from the small of her back over her plump round ass.
She rolled onto her back, still immersed in sleep, purring. His cock throbbed as her lips parted slightly and he climbed onto his knees, straddled her face and let his balls rest gently on her forehead. A glistening bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his dick, catching a glimmer of light as the blinds cast a two toned shadow across her face and breasts. Her eyes fluttered open and her eyes brightened as they adjusted to the soft radiance of the morning sun and focused on his thickness dangling just inches above her face.
"Good morning, Jackie."
She smiled as she licked the saline nectar that was beginning to flow from the ample, round head of his cock.
"Mmmm, hi David!", she whispered as she tasted his silky cum.
Her mouth was watering and the warm wetness between her legs caused her to squirm as he leaned forward slightly, resting his palms on either side of her soft, succulent body. His shaft brushed lightly against the tip of her nose as he arched his back, preparing to invade her lush, sultry mouth.
She yawned and stretched as he slid his cock past her velvety lips and down the length of her smooth tongue. Her head tilted back as she accepted his entire length and thickness and began to suck greedily. His balls swelled with the hot, creamy milk that she craved, her carnal addiction. Her hand stroked her juicy pussy as she thought of him shooting his thick, hot load down her throat.
Her warm, inviting mouth provided an intimate refuge for him and she was eager to take in every inch he was willing to give her. She could taste his heartbeat and she whimpered desperately as she plunged her fingers into her overheated pussy.
His hands enveloped her breasts, her rock hard nipples pressing into his palms as a muffled moan struggled to escape her lips. He was becoming more aggressive now, thrusting deeply. She gagged as his big, fleshy cock invaded her throat and thick saliva and tears ran down her cheeks.
His breathing was heavy, accelerating. She could feel his fevered cock throbbing more quickly, his balls were heavy as they slapped her face. He started to pulse and soon she was hungrily gulping, trying her best to swallow every drop of his hot cum but she felt it fill her mouth and flow past her lips.
She yawned and stretched, the sheet slipped down exposing her breasts.
"Mmmm…"
"Hungry Jackie?", he asked.
"Yes… shall we have breakfast?"
"I'd like that."
He stood up, took her hand and helped her out of bed. She immediately wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. She rested her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He spanked her ass and she pulled away from him to rub it.
"Ow!"
He laughed as he handed her a night shirt as he pulled on his jeans. She hastily put the shirt on as he fastened a collar around her neck and led her to the kitchen.
On the table was a bowl of strawberries, a banana, a bowl of whip cream and a small bowl of chocolate. Her collar, blindfold and black steel handcuffs were laid out neatly in front of her chair.
He sat her down, took the handcuffs from the night before from the table and secured her wrists together behind her chair back. He rubbed her shoulders gently, causing goosebumps to rise on her tender skin. He fastened her jeweled velvet collar around her throat and secured her hair in a ponytail. She settled into her chair as he reached for the blindfold and slid it over her eyes, she felt his hot breath on her neck as he bent down to kiss her on the cheek.
He poured her a glass of juice and put a straw in it before arranging his chair in front of hers and sitting down, placing his hands on her thighs. He reached out and grasped her neck firmly but gently, and leaned forward to kiss her juicy lips.
Leaning back in his chair, he took a few moments to look her over. He enjoyed seeing her helpless, totally at his mercy, waiting to be fed like a starved captive. He peeled the banana and pressed it to her cheek, traced her jawline with it and slowly moved it down, caressing her neck. He held it between her tits.
"No biting, Jackie, I want you to suck on this banana. Pretend it's my hard cock that you're so hungry for."
She moaned.
"Open wide."
She immediately opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He slowly slid the banana in, not stopping until she gagged slightly and closed her lips around the cool yellow shaft. He drew it back out of her mouth, it glistened with her saliva and thick strings of her spit trailed from her lips to the tip of the sweet fruit.
He teased her nipples with the wet banana; swirling it in circles around the left one, then the right as she began to breathe a little harder. He dipped the tip of the banana in chocolate and put it to her lips, letting the chocolate drip from her chin onto her chest. She opened her mouth, swirling her tongue around the chocolate covered banana. She sucked and slurped up the sticky sweetness and giggled as she felt it running down her neck, she visualized her breasts streaked with chocolate.
"Mmmmm...that's so good!", she squealed."
"I'm glad you like it, do want some more?"
"Oh yes, please!", she nodded enthusiastically.
He slathered the banana in chocolate, then dipped it in the bowl of whip cream. Chocolate and cream dripped on her thighs as he moved the messy treat closer to her body, he pressed it between her tits and began to slide it up and down between them.
"Lower your head, Jackie, and catch the tip in your mouth,'' he ordered.
She opened her mouth to meet the thrusts of the banana, sucking as much chocolate and cream as she could into her mouth as he sloppily fucked her tits.
He suddenly shoved it in her mouth and told her to take a bite. She chewed slowly as he dipped the banana in the chocolate and whipped cream again. He smeared it all over her tits before offering her another bite. By the time she had finished her banana her pussy was soaking wet and her breasts, belly and thighs were smudged and streaked with thick, gooey chocolate and cream.
He told her how much he was going to enjoy licking her clean when he was finished feeding her, making her squirm in her seat. He took a plump juicy strawberry from the bowl on the table and slowly slid it up the length of her pussy lips, pushing it gently inside her. He covered it in her juices and rubbed it against her swollen clit.
She gasped and whimpered quietly as he teased her pussy with the strawberry and pouted when he abruptly removed it. He put it to her lips.
"Suck it Jackie, lap up every drop of your sweet pre-cum."
She eagerly obeyed.
"Good girl!", he praised.
"Now take a bite."
She chewed the delicious fruit as he chose another, dipped it in chocolate and raised it to her lips. He coated them as if he were applying lipstick, then told her to open wide and suck it clean. He slid another in her wet pussy as she gobbled up his second offering. He pressed hard against her clit, she writhed in her chair and moaned loudly as he violated her. He couldn't resist taking a bite this time, her silky nectar made the ripe strawberry much sweeter.
He covered two more strawberries in chocolate and whip cream and touched them to her nipples, she clenched her teeth and shuddered. He offered her one to eat while he bit into the other.
They shared a few more before he decided to move on to the next phase of his plan. He stood up, walked behind her chair and put his hands on her shoulders.
"It's time to get you cleaned up, Jackie...you're such a messy eater!"
He guided her to her feet, turned her around, pulled her head back sharply by her hair and poured the remaining chocolate all over her breasts. It coated them like shiny liquid latex and ran down her body.
He hooked two fingers into the ring on the front of her collar and led her into the kitchen table. He picked her up and sat her down on the counter. Then he walked over to her, spread her legs slightly and began licking the chocolate from her chin. She was almost hyperventilating as he kissed and licked her neck, her shoulder, then moved down to her breasts… he stopped.
"Take a deep breath, Jackie."
She was slipping away into the darkness, intoxicated. His voice sounded far away, yet it cut right through her.
"Are you ok?"
She nodded, "Yes, you just make me feel so good… oh… ah... I don't think I can take much more!"
"Well we just got started, you better pull yourself together."
He returned to her breasts, lapping up the chocolate and cream with long, sensual strokes of his tongue. He polished them clean and dropped to his knees, continuing to lick and suck her skin. She was trembling as his tongue tickled her belly, his breath was so warm.
He stood up and kissed her, his chocolate flavored tongue explored her mouth and he held her nipples between the first two fingers of each hand, rubbing the tips gently with his thumbs.
He removed her blindfold and stepped back, leaning against the wall. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock and balls through the opening in his briefs, stroking his thick cock a few times before returning to his knees to lick the chocolate off of her thighs. The dark streaks slowly disappeared and his tongue inched dangerously close to her aching pussy. She wanted his tongue inside her, or his cock, his fingers… anything.
She turned away from him, presenting her sexy ass as she gathered two breakfast bowls from just within reach and poured some cereal into each one. The shirt slipped off her shoulder again. She tugged it up with a half laugh and a mild oath and poured some milk into the bowls. She felt him move to stand behind her. She kept her head down, concentrating on the breakfast. His breath fanned across her neck and tickled her ear bringing a rash of goosebumps out on her skin.
His hand brushed her shoulder. More goose bumps appeared. He slipped two fingers under her shirt. Her breath caught. Blood rushed to inappropriate parts of her treacherous body. The minuscule distance between them closed and her back was pressed against his chest. His hips and thighs pressed against hers. She shuddered as his lips grazed her neck. He brushed a feather light trail down her neck and back up again. He nibbled along the shell of her ear until he captured her earlobe between his teeth. He sucked gently before releasing it.
Then he stepped back. The delightful pressure of his body, the warmth of his breath was gone. She shivered once before whirling around to face him, fully intending to rip into him for playing games with her.
He had backed up to lean on the opposite counter. His hand was unsteady as he scooped dark hair off his brow. As his eyes held hers, her breath quickened and her blood resumed its rushing.
"Why are you over there?" she asked in a voice that sounded all husky and low.
"I promised to be on my best behavior. I didn't want to push my luck this morning." His eyes never left hers. The heat in them made her mouth water.
"What if I -," her voice faltered. She swallowed and summoned her courage. "What if I want you to push it?"
"I would say that you have to be sure that you can push back." The flame in his eyes kicked up a notch.
They studied each other, neither of them moving or speaking. She reached around to release the shirt from her shoulders. As it fell open he clutched the counter at his side with white knuckles, but didn't move.
With her chin raised, she crossed to him. She slid her hands up his chest, reveling in the solid heat beneath her palms. She linked her fingers behind his neck and moved forward until her stomach was pressed against his. She matched her thighs to his. He still gripped the counter.
Sending up a silent prayer that she wouldn't make a fool of herself, she nuzzled his neck. His scent, spicy and masculine, swamped her. She kissed her way up and down his throat in the same way he had done to hers. His breath caught, but he still didn't touch her. She nipped at the underside of his jaw. A low rumble started deep in his chest. She pulled back to meet his sterling eyes.
"Consider this my push," she closed her eyes and met his lips with hers. He let her control the kiss, opened to allow her questing tongue full access to him. She slid her fingers into the cool, silky mass of his hair and wiggled her hips against him.
He groaned. And then his hands were on her- one at the small of her back, the other at the base of her neck. Now she was the one to relinquish control. She went limp against him as he plundered.
His mind and body were saturated by the feel of her. She was soft and warm, pliant and responsive. The sheer joy of holding her, possessing her, rippled through him. His hands slid low on her hips. A tiny whimper tumbled from her. He started to pull back, releasing his hold on her. She shook her head and continued to kiss him. Shifting, she aligned herself so that she was straddling his thigh. She plunged -- her fingers deeper into his hair, her tongue against his, her center to his.
This time the whimper was pulled from him. He tugged on her shirt until he was able to slide his fingers along the skin underneath. Her skin felt so soft, so smooth. Slowly enough to give her a chance to stop, he slipped his fingertips between the silky skin of her thighs and around to her peachy ass.
He murmured something low and unintelligible against his lips. She moved against him again, arching against his hard bulge.
He pulled away again, ignoring his body's shrieks of protest. Dropping his forehead to hers, he sucked in a deep breath. A tiny protest whispered from her lips. The sound ricocheted through his system, causing his already vibrating body to tremble with need. He drew in another deep breath. They weren't ready for this, he thought. It was too soon for her, too important to him.
With a gentle finger he tipped her chin up until her eyes met his. Her eyes were warm and liquid with desire, the mossy green lit with a soft glow. She smiled. Every thought in his head, including his rational explanation as to why they couldn't go any further, fizzled out. His heart felt like it had swollen and lodged in his throat. This moment, this woman was all that existed to him.
Everything in him seemed to throb with the sweetest ache he had ever experienced. Giving in to the need, the desire, the absolute necessity of having her, he met her with another kiss. She released a sound that sounded remarkably like triumph. Keeping her flush against him and distracted with his tongue, he was going to make love to his woman, right here in the kitchen. He had to stop frequently when her mouth became too intoxicating or when she slid her fingers down to his insistent manhood.
He pushed her back up against the counter top and she took the opportunity to press herself even closer. Her hands explored him, as her flesh connected with his, feeling the warmth and shape of her breasts as her hardened nipples poked into him as his member poked against her. Her hands -- they were everywhere. They weren't going to make it back to the bedroom. He slid down the kitchen wall, taking her with him. He eased her to the floor, careful to brace his weight over her.
He had never in his life seen anything as beautiful or arousing as this green eyed woman, breathless and flushed, with her hair spread out on the carpet beneath him. He loved her. At that instant he knew he loved her.
"What about breakfast?" she joked as if sensing the turn of his mood.
As an answer he slipped a hand under her hips and lifted her to meet his erection. She arched into him.
Her breath was trapped in her chest and her entire body felt as if it would explode if he kept touching her. Then again, she just might explode if he stopped. He stood and she wanted to study him, to examine what she was sure was an exceptional physique - it had certainly felt exceptional. But she couldn't tear her eyes from the heat in his gaze. She had never had a man look at her that way. His eyes were dark now -- with passion and heat and hunger. And need. No, no man had ever looked at her that way.
Dropping back to his knees, he spread a hand across her stomach. She quivered. Her man was making her quiver and they hadn't even reached to the good stuff. His lips followed the heated path of his hand, skimming over her ribs to the valley between her breasts. Using both hands now, he cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over the tips. She moaned and arched her back, pushing herself against his hands in a desperate plea. Then, mercifully, he took one nipple into his mouth. She began to quiver in earnest now, not certain how much longer she could take this. He moved one hand, sending it on an exquisite exploration. She let out a murmur of satisfaction when he moved his fingers between her thighs. She spread her legs in shameless invitation. He skimmed his fingertips over her skin in burning circles, coming close to her core but never quite touching her. She tried to swivel her hips and force contact, but he evaded with a wicked chuckle.
"Tell me what you want, Jackie." His fingers continued those maddening circles
"I want..." She swallowed a lump of embarrassment. This was new to her. She'd never talked during sex. She'd never done it on the living room carpet either. His fingers brushed higher in encouragement. "I want you to touch me. Inside."
She felt the burn of a blush flooding her cheeks, but then his fingers were slipping through the very edge of the moist heat between her thighs. He dallied a moment, exploring every part of her, before complying with her demand. With a hum of approval, he finally pushed inside her, stroking her with first one finger, then two. She felt the orgasm building inside her and tried to contain it. She wasn't ready yet, not yet. Then Theo shifted, moving down her body to replace with fingers with his mouth. The first stroke of his tongue shattered her control. She moved against him, matching the rhythm of his tongue with thrusts of her hips. The pressure inside coiled and tightened then burst. She shuddered and quivered while he continued to use his mouth to calm her.
He dropped gentle kisses on her thighs and up to her belly, needing the time to reign in his own passion before bringing her up again. He had never experienced anything like this before, anyone like her before.
She opened her eyes then and smiled. She looked like a particularly satisfied cat who just snatched the canary: smug and a little bit naughty. Good lord he needed to be inside her before he shamed himself.
"Do I get to make any more requests?" Boldness flavored her voice now. He liked this side of her.
He nodded and desperately tried for coherent thought. "Anything," he croaked. "Whatever you want as long as I get to have you soon."
She laughed, throaty and confident in her feminine power. "That works. Because what I want..." her voice trailed off as she reached between them to stroke the pulsing shaft of his erection. "...is you completely inside me. Now."
He held her gaze as he positioned himself between her legs, stopping short of plunging into her. She exhaled on a moan of anticipation and thrust her pelvis up to meet him, effectively pushing the tip of his penis inside her. It was too much, felt too good. He plunged. Again. And again. She met him stroke for stroke. Their moans and breathy words mingled until he wasn't sure which sounds were coming from him any longer. She murmured to him, sweet words that he didn't quite catch.
Soon she was moving against him wildly, her nails digging into his ass, trying to push him deeper.
He pulled away with a grin, loving her whimper in protest and pressed his palm against her poutning pussy. He brought his wet finger to her lips and she tasted herself willingly. Groaning, He manoeuvred himself on top of her and kissed her once more as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit. He could see she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Long gone were the thoughts of making the evening last any longer, his restraint dissolved the moment he felt her hot pussy welcoming him inside her.
He pushed inside her slowly, only letting the tip feel her tightness before pulling back. Her face had collapsed into a frown of desperate lust as he pushed in again once more, deeper this time, finding himself moaning with her as he felt what he had wanted to feel for so fucking long.
Gradually he repeated the motion, pushing a little deeper each time, their moans hitting the air in tandem. When he finally slid into her completely, he stopped, feeling her around him. She felt better than he remembered, which was incredible. As he began to move, her ankles wrapped around his back, her hands finding their way to his ass, encouraging him to increase his pace and intensity, to fuck her harder. He obliged, his tongue slipping into her mouth once, doing everything in his power to keep his kiss slow and sensual while his cock rammed into her faster and faster.
Her hands gripped his ass as she felt his pelvic bone rubbing against her clit, her hips gyrating, moving against him as their groans grew louder. He pushed a finger into her mouth, watching her suck it enthusiastically, hoping beyond hope this wouldn't be the last time.
His mouth moved back to her neck, his teeth nipping gently as he gave her a partly gentle slap on the thigh as his passion grew nearer release.
"Oh fuck! You feel so good!" She whimpered, her eyes meeting his.
"Do you want cum, Jackie? Are you ready?" He asked, dangerously close to said point himself. She nodded, trying to catch her breath. He grabbed her chin to force her to look at him once more.
He craned his neck down to her ear and grunted into it.
"Beg me, Jackie."
"Please!" She groaned loudly in frustration, "please let me cum".
"Good girl." He whispered as he fucked her harder and gave her another smack, this time square on the ass as he leant her to the side, pushing their bodies together even more. "Cum for me," he half-growled, slamming his cock into her extra hard.
"Oh yes, fuck me hard," she begged in a warbling voice as she soared up toward her peak, the last coherent words she could manage in the face of her approaching climax.
She moaned, yelped, and squealed as she teetered on the brink of an explosion. Her head lashed on the kitchen floor and her fingers moved in a blur over her clit. With a high-pitched scream, she came, her upper body snapping up. She distantly noted that he said something as she came, but her pleasure-fogged brain couldn't make out the words.
He slowed to barely rock his hips as she shuddered beneath him, grinning as the first shock of her orgasm released her and she fell back to the floor. The tight grip of her pussy on his cock relaxed for a second, and then contracted around him again. Once more, she screamed, this time arching her back and haltingly thrusting her hips up toward him to drive him deeper inside her. He pushed her down and gripped her thighs tightly so he could start thrusting again.
"Oh god yes! Fuck me! Cum inside me!" she cried out as he took control again, drawing out her orgasm.
She'd hoped he might make her cu. again before he filled her up, but now she just wanted his potent seed inside her. "Do it. Give it to me," she growled, and then yelped as he gave her every ounce of his speed and strength, strain tightening his features.
Their bodies collided with loud smacks as he slammed his cock into her depths, and her breasts bounced almost painfully. She grasped the firm globes to hold them in place, though they still jiggled violently, and teased her nipples as he continued his assault.
When he began to grunt with every thrust and slightly lost his rhythm, she knew he was there. "Oh yes, give it to me!"
He let out a long, growling scream that stayed on his lips for three or four thrusts, and then jumped in pitch and volume. At the same time, he buried his cock inside her and came. His cock twitched and lurched inside her quivering pussy before his lava-like ejaculation began to erupt against her spasming cervix.
"Mmm, yes, YES!" she moaned and reached down to rub her hand over her mound and belly. He continued to sporadically thrust, spurting his seed against the entrance of her womb.
He felt her pussy tense up and release over and over. Normally, he would have cum with her, but he wanted to feel her cumming on his cock but that sensation was all it took to take him over the edge as he let out a desperate groan and emptied the contents of his balls inside her receptive vagina.
He collapsed, unable to breathe, much less support his own weight. This changed everything. It was still to be determined if that was a good thing… and all before breakfast.
This is what I have waited for all week. You position me in front of the mirror, your hands resting on my shoulders. I can’t look at myself, my eyes are fixed on you standing behind me.
Your fingers move to the buttons of my shirt and undo them, slowly revealing pale skin and lace. I feel the heat of your fingertips as they brush against my flesh. The shirt undone you slide it down my arms and let it drop onto the floor, a pile of pale discarded fabric. Moving to my skirt, I feel the waistband tighten as you pull at the button, slide down the zip and push the fabric over my hips.
“Look in the mirror,” you command me.
I see a woman reflected, a woman in heels, lace bra and silk knickers. I long to fold my arms across my chest, to hide, but instead I stand tall, thrusting my tits out, rising to your challenge. I feel your fingers on my back beneath the waistband of my knickers, stroking my skin with a soft touch. You pull the silk up between my cheeks, exposing more flesh and forcing the silk to mould to the outline of my pussy lips. Within seconds a dark patch appears on the fabric, revealing my excitement to your gaze. My cheeks flush with the stain of embarrassment as you reach around me and press your finger to the damp silk. A sound of satisfaction emanates from your throat as my hips move forwards pushing my pussy against your hand. I feel you pressing against me from behind, the heat of your chest against my back, the hardness of your cock against my arse. If I just bent forwards, would you take me now?
Your hands move to slip the straps of my bra from my shoulders, fingers sliding under the edge of the cups to rub across my nipples. A gasp escapes my lips as they stiffen in response, pushing against the lace, rubbing with every shallow breath. Cupping my tits, you use your thumbs to peel back the delicate fabric, baring my small pink nipples to your gaze. Your hands squeeze my flesh and I moan, wanting more, needing you to touch me everywhere. I’m captivated by the girl in the mirror and her lover, whose touch brings such a rosy flush to her skin.
Warm lips pressed to my shoulder, fingers tracing my spine, pausing only to unhook the bra, before continuing their journey downwards. Slipping under the silken knickers and dipping into the crevice between my buttocks. Feel my response as I tremble, anticipating the next delicious action. Using both hands you push the knickers over the roundness of my arse and down my thighs. You hold me as I step out of them and the shoes. And so I stand before you, reflected in my nakedness, your fingers pressed against my flesh.
Taking my hand in yours you draw it down and trace the split of my pussy lips with my finger. Probing gently until the tip is moistened by my juices. You bring my finger to my mouth and smear my lower lip with stickiness, my tongue flicking to taste. Pulling me around you capture my lips, hungry to share the taste of me. It’s a fervent kiss, a melding of lips and tongues and moans. Your hands cupping my buttocks, mine in your hair, both desperate to get closer, to taste more.
I stand in front of the hotel's giant picture window, looking out over the city at night. I place a palm against the cool glass, wondering where you are. All I know is that you're out there, somewhere, with a view of this room. I take a sip of my wine, thinking about what I'm about to do.
When you'd told me, a while ago, that you wanted to watch me fuck another guy, I was… intrigued. A bit hesitant, at first; but as you described to me while we were having sex how you'd want it to go down, I couldn't help but notice how enthusiastic you were. Listening to you describe how you'd feel watching another cock pounding my pussy, another mouth sucking my tits, seeing me swallow a stranger's cum, led me to one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Lying in your arms afterward, I agreed to give it a shot.
Your stipulations made sense. You wanted to see it, but not let the other guy know he was being observed. That meant not having you in the room. Easily enough arranged: in the business district downtown there are plenty of hotels clustered close together. You'd book two rooms, and tell me to go to one while you set up secretly in the other. With your lights out and mine on, you'd have a perfect view. I pointed out that so would anyone else who happened to look in our direction; but you only stroked my leg with a sly smile. A shiver of anticipation made me break out in goosebumps.
You left finding a man for the hookup up to me. I considered various online personals options, but finally decided that just picking up an anonymous stranger in the hotel bar would be quickest and easiest. And it was. I hadn't been sitting at that bar more than twenty minutes before I found the one I was looking for. A sexy smile and some flirtatious banter soon had him eating out of my hand; and when I casually suggested he join me in my room, he was more than eager to agree. I slipped him my spare key and told him to give me ten minutes to get ready.
I came upstairs and quickly stripped down to my panties, stockings, and heels. I poured myself a glass of wine and sent a quick text: Enjoy the show. Then I turned off my phone. And I waited.
I hear the soft whir of the door opening. I don't look back. My pulse quickens as I keep my focus on the window in front of me. All the lights are on in the room, and I can see his reflection as he enters. I take a drink and, in as casual a voice as I can muster, say, "Would you like some wine?"
I watch his reflection as he stares at my half naked figure, then glances about, finds the wine in the ice bucket, and pours himself a glass. He steps toward me slowly, coming up behind me. I feel his closeness and my nipples tighten, my pussy gets warm. I smile out at the city—at you—and turn around to face him. His eyes widen appreciatively when he sees my firm breasts and stiff nipples. I smile and clink my glass against his, then drink the rest of my wine. He follows suit, and I take his glass and set it down next to mine on a nearby table. Then I step forward and, reaching up to caress his cheek, bring his face down to give him a gentle kiss. His lips respond enthusiastically, and he reaches around to pull me closer to him. I've positioned myself so my back is to the large window, so you can watch his arms slide around my waist and one hand move down to squeeze my ass. I press my chest into him when he does this and slide my arms around his neck, pulling him down and opening my mouth to allow his tongue access to mine.
He's a good kisser. A bit more aggressive than you, which I don't mind. You know how to kiss me the way I really like; obviously he doesn't, but his enthusiasm excites me. I think about you watching and my pussy dampens some more.
My tits are aching for some attention now, so I pull away from our kiss and step back slightly. At the same time I change my position so we present a side view to the window. After all, I want you to see as much as you can. I reach for him and pull him close to me, tilting my head back and arching my spine a little. He takes the message and starts kissing down my neck, bringing a hand up to lightly caress one stiff nipple. His touch sends shivers down my spine, and I reach one arm around his neck and slide one leg—the one closest to the window—up his. He reaches down with his other hand to caress my ass and thigh as his kisses make their way down my chest to my tits. When he circles one nipple with his tongue, I gasp and clench the back of his neck tighter. I glance toward the picture window and hope you can see the lust in my eyes as this stranger licks and sucks my tits. I grind my crotch against his and can feel his hard erection straining against his pants.
If you were here with me instead of this anonymous man, I know what I'd want to do next. After enjoying his mouth on my breasts for a few minutes longer, I pull his head away and straighten up. With a sexy smile, I step away, turning once again so my back is to the window. I reach for his pants and undo his belt, then unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper. Hooking my fingers into his pants and underwear, I push down, revealing his cock. I look down at it and give a murmur of appreciation at its hard length. His breathing has quickened and he looks at me with naked lust in his eyes. I'm sure he can read the answering lust in my expression. I step in to kiss him hard again, taking his manhood in my hand and stroking it as we make out.
After a few moments I break the kiss and lower down to my knees, bringing his cock to eye level. It's a pretty good size, though not as nice as yours. My mouth waters, partly because of what I'm about to do and partly because I know you're secretly watching. I imagine you in your darkened hotel room, sitting in a char with a pair of binoculars in one hand and your erect cock in the other. Of course, all you'll be able to see from this angle will be the back of my head as it bobs up and down on this strange dick; but I think you'll still enjoy it.
I lift his cock up to examine his balls. They're clean shaven, like yours. I shiver with anticipation as I lean in and inhale the scent of his arousal; then I slowly lick his balls. He sucks in a sharp breath when I do, and I look up to see him staring at me with glazed eyes. I smile at him and lick along the length of his cock before taking the head in my mouth. I give a hard suck and he puts a hand on my head to steady himself. I let his cock fall out of my mouth and wink at him seductively. Then, holding his cock by the base, I start fucking him with my mouth. I take his cock deep into my mouth, then pull away slowly, sucking hard as I do. I focus for a while on the sensations of his cock—the flavor and texture, similar to yours but different enough to be interesting. I'm sure you'll want to know as many details as I can remember. As I bob my head up and down on his manhood, I picture you again in your darkened watch area, stroking your own cock in time to the movement of my head.
We've not exchanged a word, my stranger and I, since I invited him to have some wine. But his moans of pleasure tell me he's enjoying what I'm doing; and mine send a similar message. His cock is hard and throbbing in my mouth, and I can taste his precum. I start sliding my hand along his shaft in front of my lips, spreading my saliva along his length, twisting my grip in a move that always drives you wild. Apparently, he enjoys it, too: he lets out a loud groan and fists a hand in my hair. I slide my other hand into my panties and rub my clit.
He starts breathing faster; I think he's getting close to cumming. I'm a bit disappointed at how quickly this happened: I know you wanted to watch him fuck me, and I hate to let you down; but I really am enjoying giving him a blow job. Surprised at my own reluctance, I pull away from his cock and stand up. Still holding his throbbing erection in one hand, I pull him down for another fiery kiss, pushing my saliva into his mouth. I pull away and squeeze his cock hard, saying "Take it easy, lover. I don't want you to finish just yet." He looks at me, dazed, as I walk around behind him and sit on the edge of the bed, facing the window. "Come over here," I say, crooking my finger seductively. He stands for a moment, and I give him a somewhat petulant look. Sucking my finger, I say as innocently as I can, "Don't you want to eat my pussy?"
That shocks him back to the moment. He gives a wide smile and steps closer. I hold up a hand to stop him. "Take off your clothes." This he does with an almost amusing alacrity. In moments he stands before me, nude, his erect cock twitching. I lean back on my elbows and lift my legs, spreading them wide in invitation. He steps closer and falls to his knees between my upraised legs. He gently caresses my inner thighs, and I sigh in anticipation.
He leans in and kisses the inside of my thigh, right next to my pussy. He licks along the edge of my panties, his tongue approaching but never quite contacting my lips. He repeats the motion on the other side, and I laugh softly. "Stop teasing me," I admonish gently. He grasps my panties and I bring my legs together so he can slide them off and drop them to the floor. I spread my legs again, and he leans in close.
At the first touch of his tongue on my pussy, I let out a deep sigh and throw my head back. He licks up and down my lips, and his hands massage my ass cheeks. I grab the bed sheet in my fists when his tongue makes first contact with my clit, and look up sharply. I watch his head between my legs, then look up and beyond him to the window, where I know you're watching. I thrust my pelvis into his face and lick my lips at you, imagining you stroking your cock as you watch this stranger go down on me.
We groan in unison as his tongue penetrates into my pussy. I reach one hand down to grab the back of his head, and with the other I pull my breast up so I can lick my own nipple. Holding his head in place, I grind my pussy against his face. He scratches his fingers lightly against my ass. As I enjoy his oral ministrations—he's quite talented—he sucks my clit into his mouth and slides two fingers into my pussy. Sliding his hand in and out, fucking me with his fingers, he laps at my throbbing clit, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Thinking again of how you'll want to know details, I focus on his fingers curling, probing, and sliding in and out of my dripping cunt.
All too soon, I cum. Curling in on myself, I squeeze my thighs around his head and tighten my grip in his hair. As the wave of my orgasm crashes over me, I cry out loudly. After a few seconds, I unclench, letting him up for air. I look to the window again, to where you must be watching. Did you enjoy watching this strange man making me cum? I almost wish we'd arranged for you to have audio so you could have heard it.
I look down to where he kneels between my legs, looking up at me with the same lust-filled gaze I'm giving him. "That was amazing," I breathe. "Are you ready to fuck me now?" In response, he stands up, hand on his still hard cock. He steps toward the bed, but I stop him with a gesture. Sitting up, still facing the window, I reach for the box of condoms I'd placed on the bedside table. I pull one out and hand it to him, then position myself on my hands and knees. With a nod of my head, I indicate that I want him behind me.
He unrolls the condom and gets into position. I feel his cock pushing at my entrance. I look up into the reflection in the window and lick my lips seductively. Thinking I meant the gesture for him, he pushes himself slowly into me, stretching my pussy with his cock. When he bottoms out, his groin pressing against my ass, he grabs my hips and starts fucking me. Slowly at first, but then faster and harder, he drives his cock deep into my pussy, making me mewl with each thrust. I grip the sheets and push my ass back, never taking my gaze away from the window. Knowing you're watching, that this is what you wanted to see, makes me so horny for this stranger's cock pounding into me. I whisper encouragement to him as he slams into me again and again.
I see his face tighten in the reflection. I still don't want him to cum yet, so I reach back and press one hand against his abs, steadying him. I pull away and roll onto my back, with my head hanging over the side of the bed. Spreading my legs wide, I invite him to continue fucking me. He climbs on top of me, shoving his cock back into my pussy. With his hands on either side of my shoulders and my legs up in the air, he pounds down into my cunt harder than he had before. With my head hanging over the side of the bed, staring out the window to where you watch in the distant darkness, I play with my nipples as he fucks me.
After a few minutes, the blood rushing to my head makes me a bit dizzy, so I sit up slightly. I wrap my arms around my stranger's neck and pull him in for another passionate kiss, tasting my pussy on his tongue. I push him away yet again, then quickly roll off the bed and stand before him. "Sit on the edge," I tell him. Watching me through half-lidded eyes, he does so, his cock standing proud and straight. I turn away from him and sit down, guiding his cock back into my pussy so I can ride him reverse cowgirl style. He leans back a bit, supporting himself on his hands, as I bounce up and down on his cock. I squeeze my tits as I do, licking my lips at my reflection. I start rubbing my clit as I fuck him, and in moments I bring myself to another orgasm. I cry out again and fall back against him, legs shaking, heart racing, breathing deeply.
He's breathing deeply, too. I know he wants to cum. I'm pretty happy with the show I've given you so far, and I know you want to see him finish. I reach down to steady his cock and stand up. We both groan as his cock slides out of my pussy. I turn around to pull him to his feet, maneuvering so we are in profile to the window. I fall to my knees and pull the condom off his cock before taking him into my mouth. Moaning around his cock, I start bobbing my head again, stroking him with one hand and playing with his balls with the other. He stares at me as I blow him. I taste his precum again. His breathing gets faster, deeper. When I sense he's at the point of no return, I sit back on my heels and open my mouth wide. He grabs his cock and starts stroking furiously, aiming for my open mouth. With a loud grunt he cums, and his spunk shoots into my mouth. I let him see it coat my tongue, then close my eyes and savour its creamy texture. I try to remember details I can recount to you later. After a moment, I swallow with a satisfied groan.
I open my eyes and look up at him. He's breathing hard, hand still on his cock, which is starting to soften in his grip. He looks down at me, then around the hotel room, seeming to notice for the first time that the lights are on. "Wow—" he starts to say.
I stand up and put a finger against his lips, stopping him. I move my finger and give him a lingering, passionate kiss, letting him taste the traces of cum left in my mouth. I step away and gesture to his clothes where they lie in a heap on the floor. Dazedly, he picks them up and quickly redresses. When he's presentable, I walk him to the door. I give him another quick kiss, then open the door and push him out of the room.
I turn and walk back to the window, stopping to pick up my phone on the way. Clad only in my stockings and heels, freshly fucked pussy dripping liquids down my inner thighs, I stand before the window and dial your number. "Did you enjoy the show?"
"God, yes."
"Good. Why don't you come over here and tell me what you liked most?"
"See you soon."
“I’d do anything for you.”
After you hang up, I reach for the curtain handle to pull it across the window. I stop myself just as quickly. Tilting my head, I consider the dark city in front of me. What the hell, I figure. With a small smile and a wave to whoever else may be watching, I turn away and wait for you to come join me.
I don’t clean myself up, I know you would prefer it this way… the scent of another man upon your woman, the taste of another man's sperm upon my lips. It takes a few minutes as I wait impatiently for the gentle knock at the door. When you arrive I quickly usher you inside and lock the door behind you. The smell of sex is in the air and I can see the effect it has upon you. You suddenly push me up against the wall, breathe on the back of my neck as you slip your hand around my throat and slowly tighten your grip, gently choking me.
Giving myself to another has really awakened the animal inside you, your competitive spirit, your need to claim your woman back consumes you. You think I’m yours but I know this simply makes you mine, under my control, fulfilling my own needs. You hold me against the wall with the strength of your body and I relish in the sudden fear of being trapped. You unzip your trousers and hear them fall to the floor, quickly followed by your boxers. Instinctively I press my ass back towards you… heaven.
You slide your hands between my legs and use my wetness as lube before pulling my knickers down to just below my pussy. I feel you press the tip of your magnificently hard cock against my asshole and push yourself inside me, slowly. Fuck! So this is how you intend to ‘punish’ me. My ass opens, slowly, and I feel your bell end go inside, then your shaft. I gasp in both pleasure and pain at the unexpected intrusion and in less than a minute I am impaled, my naughty tight ass filled with your fuck tool.
I moan and you grip my throat slightly tighter, I can breathe easily though and it excites me further to see you take control. You pull your manhood slightly out and then thrust into my quivering arse again. I moan and you grip harder, I feel your fingers press into the side of my neck.
You thrust again, and again and my body is forced into the wall, my breasts pressed firmly, my nipples feel the coldness. I have made you this horny, this desperate to reclaim me, and it is no surprise that you fuck my ass hard. You were never going to ask permission and I secretly wish it could always be this way between us. I am yours to be used this way. The though sends shivers down my spine.
With one hand round my throat and one hand on my hip you hold me still. I arch my back as much as I can and push my ass out, welcoming you deeper, submitting to your discipline. Your breathing is becoming quicker, faster, more intense, more urgent. The sharp searing pain inside my bowels is now matched by an intense pleasure that pulses in my vagina. I can feel my juices leak down my thighs as your balls swing and collide with my pouting labia.
I know neither of us will last long like this, my legs are already beginning to shake our anal sex reaches a climax. Then I feel it. Your orgasm, you cum inside me, filling my ass with liquid lava. As you orgasm you grip tighter and for a moment I struggle to breath… it is too much… I see stars before I begin to convulse. I feel and hear my pussy spray my juices against the wall as I shake, unable to draw in that final breath. Then you release me and pull your sticky member from my ass. I feel your cum trickle down my inner thigh and I take in sharp, shuddering breaths as you hold me, lovingly. I am yours once more.
I turn to face you, smiling, so wet between my legs. I'm so hot. My clit tingles and I place my hand above it rubbing it gently as I lean against the wall. You pinch my nipple and bend down to suck it. I close my eyes and feel the pleasure rise inside me. My hands go to work, removing the rest of your clothes while you suck on my pert tits. I need you naked when you breed me. You take my wrist and pull me to the dishevelled bed. You push me down and sit on top of me, across my waist, I feel the heat rise in my body at the feeling of being trapped helpless beneath you. You take my wrists and hold them above my head, I hear you fumble with something then feel cold around my wrists and a click. I try to pull my hands down to me but I can't. I look up. Hand cuffs. Oh fuck, yes!
The tease that I can't touch myself is infuriating, but so, so hot. I look up at you as you smoulder down at me. You lean down and kiss me roughly, your tongue probing into my mouth, tasting my earlier lovers seed upon them. Then you rise from me and take my right ankle, with practised hands you tie me to the bed. I'm laying there, hands above my head, legs wide open, tied down. Immobile. Captured by my man. My nipples extend to bullets as I look up at your nakedness… the need burning in your eyes.
You look me over and purr in satisfaction. Then you switch on my Laptop and place it in my view. You bring up a video. It's us fucking, I'm bent over the desk and he's fucking my ass. The sight makes me so horny I can feel my pussy clench and drip in pleasure. I wriggle in frustration. I want to cum. I want to fuck, be fucked, by you once more.
You walk out of the room. I watch the laptop; I can't take my eyes off of it. I watch as he pulls out, flips me over and fucks my pussy. My nipples harden and I squirm. I feel the tingling pleasure between my legs and my hips gently thrust in desire. I watch as he pulls out and empties his balls all over my stomach. I watch as he commands me to rub his cum over my chest and nipples, to make myself cum and suck my fingers clean. I call his name out, begging him to come back. Nothing. I call again and this time you answer.
"Tell me what a deliciously, dirty girl you are".
"I am" I reply.
"Tell me you love my cock"
"I love your cock. I want your cock in my mouth. I love the taste of it, the feel of it. I love it when you spurt your cum down my throat. I love stroking your cock, touching it, watching you get hard. I love it when you fuck my tight, wet pussy with your big, girthy cock. You can fuck me in any hole you like, but cum inside me… breed me. Please? Just give your cock!"
You smile and walk over to the bed, the video looping in the background. You mount the bed and sit on top of me.
"Beg for it" you command.
"Please. I'm so wet. Fuck me. Fuck me deep. Please."
"Please what?" you snap.
"Please sir" I beg.
I want you so bad I try and open my legs as much as I can, my labia already pulled slightly apart by the angle of my legs and hips. You place your rock hard cock between my legs as you straddle me. You tease me, stroking my outer lips with your bell end.
"Please!" I moan.
Then you thrust deep inside me hard and fast. Your body weight presses into me and pins me down. You fuck my pussy so deep - I moan out and arch my back, thrusting my hips against you to pull you deeper. You’re so big it almost hurts… almost. I feel the orgasm inside me, building, rising quickly. As you fuck me you thrust deep and I feel myself spill over the edge - I cry out as my orgasm sparks throughout my body, my fingers and toes tingle as the intensity engulfs me.
I'm panting heavily as my climax subsides but you keep fucking me. The sensitivity is almost unbearable and I ask you to stop, but you don’t, instead you slow down, taking extra care to push yourself as deep into me as possible. I moan loudly and push the back of my head into the pillow, pulling against my leg and wrist restraints at once.
The bed creaks beneath me. You are propped up above me and I watch as your muscle groups work together to pound me as we copulate. You stroke my face and allow me to suck on your fingers before removing your hand and place it around my neck once more. You’re not so gentle this time, gripping my throat so I can’t breathe before allowing me to take a few breaths, all in time to your thrusts. I moan, loudly so you know you are having an effect on me. I shift my hips, trying like hell to shift away from you but instead making it an inviting motion. I see you smile as I struggle. This is how you like it.
This is how I like it. When you thrust into me, your eyes sparkling in love and lust, I cannot help myself and another little orgasm shakes through me. I manage to bite my lip to keep from crying out. I don’t want you to know about the pleasure rampaging through me. I need you to keep going. Your hand holds me by the throat as you push your big cock into me over and over again. It feels so large. Exquisite. Mine! I shake, trembling with another tingling release. It finally occurrs to me that I can talk to you and I know just how to fire up your passion.
"Oh no, please, don't fuck me! You promised to leave no marks." I don't really know what I am saying. "Please, no, I'm not on birth control. Don’t cum inside me."
Now you hammer into me, rocking me up with my legs now in the air, straining against the bindings. Your huge cock lodges further inside me more than anything but a speculum as ever explored and I am pretty sure that is a mistake. My pussy is being claimed now... you are staking your claim to me. You push into me frantically, the bed is banging against the wall, I hear my body squelch with the wetness I have produced for you. The smell of our sex is overpowering. You didn't seem to notice or care as you piston your member into me and your body slaps against mine. In the dark hotel room, I hear more and feel more than usual. I sense him slamming against my restrained body, I taste testosterone upon my lips, hear our laboured breathing and the slippery sounds of our sexes crashing together. You push me up on the bed and then drag me back, making my breasts bounce wildly as you take me. The orgasmic tension builds and builds and builds. You ram into me, over and over again, pushing and pulling me across the bed. My body is flamed with passion, my unkempt hair cascading over the pillow, my hot nipples screaming for your attention.
You snarl and grimace as you mate with your woman. I am nothing more than a whore and a vessel for your seed. It occurs to me: I am being raped. There is no stopping you, not that I would. You are simply a sex machine, devoid of thought. You aren’t talking anymore. I can see you panting, your hairy chest heaving, your muscles straining. This is just about sex. My hands are tied and your manhood is inside me, fucking me. I feel no panic, just arousal.
"No, please, stop! Don't fuck me... hard, harder, please... don't, stop!" I feel so clever. My voice doesn’t sound convincing to me but then I know what I want to be saying, I want to scream for you to split me open with your man meat… to breed me… to fuck your baby into me. The hell with relaxing and enjoying it, I am wound up tighter than a nun in a whore house. I gasp out "no, no, no" in time to your thrusts while nodding my head "yes, yes, yes" which always makes my ears ring. My breasts are tingling and then it happens; my orgasm swells up in me and overflows. I lose my fucking mind. My body bucks and shakes, I lose all control. Nothing prepared me for this release. Usually, when you come calling, it takes hours of foreplay and playing with you that eventually leads to a very nice, and very profound orgasm for me. This one was arriving early like an unstoppable freight train. I am shocked, pleased but not satisfied. I want more.
“Please, sir, don’t cum inside me” I lie as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
My orgasm ebbs but your pistoning hips do not cease. You are a man possessed. Your cock spears deep into me again but instead of withdrawing immediately, you hesitate, rooted deep inside me. Your cock flexes inside its sheath. I swear I can feel the blood pumping in your veins! Your magnificent penis throbs inside me, and I know you are close.
You grind us together, swishing your huge cock around inside me, scraping against the back and sides of my vagina, or so it seems. I am panting, gasping for air, seeing stars once more. Then you withdraw. I am surprised by the departure but feel myself go limp on the bed… I need your energy for our copulation it seems. Then you go to work untying my restraints. You position me on my knees and you lie down beside me. With your strong hands you help me knee step over your body until I feel your erection firmly against my slit. You steady me with one hand while you direct your cock back inside of me. Fuck, yes! There it is, I feel complete once more. With your steadying hand, I am able to sink down on you. Your tip splits my swollen labia and your cockhead is engulfed by my sucking vagina. Your complete length fills me. This time I feel your size, the thick fullness that swells and throbs deep inside me. Such a perfect male specimen! Such an amazing lover… I need you to inseminate me. I need your sperm. I am desperate for you to cum inside my fertile pussy.
I begin to roll my hips, grinding us together, chasing my orgasm. You groan and your hands leave my shoulders. I quickly lose my balance, I have no strength left after this evenings sex. One of your hands goes to my shoulder then down to a breast. The other reaches around and grasps my ass, squeezing me tight down onto your engorged cock. I grind us together, pushing him deep inside my body before bouncing up and down on my knees. Your penis stimulates every part of my vagina as I ride you. You look up at me, watching my titties bounce as I fuck you. Your eyes smolder with desire.
Oh fuck! I cannot hold on! My orgasm arrives swiftly in a new pulsing wave, flashing through me. I waver. Your hand on my breast steadies me so I continue to buck, stimulating us both. I grind my hips over you, riding you, feeling you fill me so completely. The next orgasm strikes me like a lightning bolt. I waver once more. I twitch. I gasp. I tried to keep up right but as the orgasms blast through me, one after the other, I lose consciousness…
...I wake lying on my side, maybe only seconds later… I have no sense of time anymore… I am aware that I have one leg flexed high in the air and you continue to pummel me where I lie. You truly are raping me, there is no doubt now. You are just as far gone as I am, consumed totally by lust, wanting nothing but the absolution of our intercourse. The sensations are dull, distant but in moments, you drop my leg, pin me onto my front, and position yourself behind me. With your hands now forcefully upon my hips you grind between my legs. Instinctively I lift my ass up to you, presenting my body for your pleasure.
You begin to thrust wildly now, seeking your climax, not caring if I am ready to receive your load or not. This is now all about you. Your hands grip my waist tightly as you pound into me, your balls swigning in time to your sex, taking me to new heights as our fornication speeds towards your climax.
You cry out when you cum. Your cock swells inside me and I swear I feel a hot flush through my pussy but this is surely an illusion. I felt your manhood stiffen, as your body strains then gasping and snorting your orgasm roars through you and out into me. I am sure I sense the pulsing ropes of sperm you jet into my receptive womb. Finally I have your seed inside me, I am yours… and you are mine. I feel a new orgasm swell up and pop in me, small and insignificant compared to its ancestors but it sends my cervix into spasm, sucking your cream into my uterus and beyond. I imagine millions of your sperm ambushing my egg… impregnating me… as I conceive our child.
When you finally stop, tangled between my legs, we lie in our love nest panting and gasping for quite some time. I feel your hot, musky body on top of me, pressing my hardened nipples into the bed linen. You are still inside me, hot and hard, plugging my pussy, denying your gift to me an easy escape. When I get my breath, I struggle onto my side. I feel numb, freshly fucked and overloaded on our sexual high. I lie almost on my face, still rubbing my tits on the bedspread. The sensations flare in me and I know I could torture another little orgasm out of my body just by rubbing my tits on this crumpled hotel bed. But I lie there, wondering what comes next.
Then you slowly, so slowly, pull your cock from my clutching pussy. You move over me and put your knees either side of my head, forcing your slippery cock into my mouth. My tongue circles around you and I taste myself. Then you start fucking my face and I feel your overworked penis deep in my throat. I gag, salvia dripping down my chin. I don't care. I want this. I want to taste you and feel you cum. You keep going, not too fast, just enough that I can still breathe, just enough to show me that you're in control and I'm at your mercy.
I can see the smile on your face faintly in the moonlight. I ask you if I should stop. In response you run your hands through my hair drawing it into something for you to grip onto, and you gently push my head down. I let out a small laugh as I slowly lick down your shaft and around your head, saying "yeah, I didn't think so" before taking you deep in my warm, wet mouth.
I hear you gasp, and it eggs me on. I suck you harder and faster, your grip on my hair tighter telling me you like what I'm doing. I work my tongue over you and take you entirely in my mouth, deep throat, gagging a little. I love hearing the gasps escape your mouth as your hips buck up underneath me, driving you further into my mouth. I continue to slide your hard cock in and out of my warm, wet mouth. My right hand firm around your shaft, sliding up and down, driving your cock deep into my throat. I suck harder and faster as the taste of precum fills my mouth. I suck harder again, listening to the noises you make, and responding to what you seem to like best. I deep throat you as I cradle your balls in my hand.
Your hips buck and you pull my hair, as if trying to get me off you, the pleasure building too much. But it just encourages me more and I work my tongue on you and suck hard. I smile on your cock as you release my hair and grip the sheets on either side of us. I love seeing you white-knuckling with pleasure. I'm taking you deep in my mouth as the first jet of cum shoots down the back of my throat. I swallow and continue to pump your cock in and out of my mouth as you're breathlessly moaning, thrusting yourself into me, fucking my mouth.
I feel you spasm underneath me as you release more cum deep into my mouth. I hear you say "holy fuck" over and over under your breath as I relentlessly suck you dry. When you finally finish cumming and untangle your fingers from the sheets, I lick you clean and smile as you tell me how good I am at that.
You stroke your fingers through my hair. I crawl my way back up your body, press my warm naked body down on you. Your eyes are closed, but your smile tells me you're still awake. You tell me you'll return the favour after you've had time to rest. I kiss you gently on the mouth and you kiss me back. You gently stroke my neck, and giggle as I thrust my hips involuntarily, you giggle knowing how much it turns me on when you touch my neck. I warn you not to start something you don't have the energy to finish. You laugh again.
I whisper good night and slide off you rolling over to my side of the bed. You roll onto your side and snuggle in behind me. I wriggle back toward you, enjoying your chest pressing against my back, your cock pressing against my ass. Your arm stretches over me and draws me into you. You entwine your fingers with mine and kiss my neck, as you fall asleep holding my hand.
I love how satisfied you are; knowing I've made you feel that good makes me drift off to sleep with a permanent smile on my face. I can hardly wait until sunrise and I find out what you plan to do to me know that I would do anything for you.
You are always my first thought each morning and my last thought as I close my eyes at night. So many lonely nights, as I fight sleep, my thoughts bring you here to me. I ache so deeply to have you home with me, to be able to come to you and touch you, to know that you're real. You are all of my hopes and dreams, perfectly rolled into one and all I want is to be with you.
I went downstairs tonight and the living room was dark, still and quiet. I opened the curtains and peered out into the cold darkness as the moonlight spilled through the window. I wanted to feel you step up behind me in the darkness. I wanted to feel your warm bare skin press against mine. To feel you slide your arms around me, cup my breasts and pull me into you as you kiss down the side of my neck. Feeling you grow behind me with need, feeling my own wetness grow as only your touch can do to me. I wanted to feel your big hands kneading my breasts. Your touch absolutely melts me. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced and it's the only touch I ever want to experience.
As I closed my eyes and let that vision take hold of me, I could feel myself relax against you. My head leaning against your chest, letting you touch and kiss me. I felt my breath change; soft moans escaped me that I wasn't even aware of. I struggled to think, wasn't sure I could speak. But I licked my lips and turned my head up to face you and I whispered, "Take me."
You leaned down and pressed your lips to mine and I knew before we made that contact that I was going to lose myself to you. As our lips pressed together I could feel my need for you swell to such an overwhelming intensity. Slowly we worked our mouths, slipping our tongues past our lips and as I felt the tip of your tongue gently graze mine that need inside me flared like a bright flaming fire that needed to either consume or be consumed. You pinched and tugged on my nipples as our mouths fed off each other, encouraging that flame to grow, that heat to rise.
I felt your big strong hands on my hips, coaxing them back to you, and as our lips parted, I knew we would feed that fire. I pressed my hands on the sides of the window frame and leaned forward, offering myself to you. Knowing I was mere moments away from losing what little control I had left, moments from surrendering to you in a way I never have before; a way that's only there to give to you. When I'm at my most vulnerable and yet I'm so deeply comforted knowing that I trust you in that way, I trust you so deeply that I can truly let myself go.
I feel the tip of you at my wetness and as I take a slow deep breath, I feel you begin to push into me. I'm so consumed by how amazing you feel as you slide into me. That sensation is unbelievably wonderful; it's all I want, all I ever want. You feel so right inside me. As our bodies join together, everything else fades away. You are everything to me, my whole world. As you push that last inch into me and more, my breath catches just for a moment until I feel you pulling back out of me. I'm reminded again of the heaven your body brings me and I take another breath. You slowly pump in and out of me until we can feel how slick we both are, how your big thick cock just glides in and out of me like a well-oiled machine. Just as I start swimming in the pleasure that is you, I feel your hands tighten on my hips and I know that you're about to fuck me so damn good and hard. I squeeze onto the sides of the window and brace myself, wondering which breath will be my last as the heat from my body fogs the cold glass.
You thrust into me fast and deep, and suddenly you are fucking me with such wild abandon that I can't think, I can't breathe, I can't talk, I open my mouth to scream out but there is no sound. All I can do is feel; feel you fill me to the point where our fires combine and our heat flares to a new level. It's almost like I can see the flames rush each other and suddenly figure out how to dance as they merge and rise up higher and brighter. You use our bodies to feed what we both so desperately need, what we crave.
Just as I start to wonder how I'm going to get my next breath, I feel you push me over the edge of pleasure, almost to the brink of pain, but not quite. You take me to a height of pleasure I never knew existed. Your cock slamming into that spot deep inside me over and over, until I feel something inside of me let go, you just know exactly how to release those flood gates. I feel you explode with me and suddenly all that hot raging fire has turned into cool, ocean waves that flow through us.
We take a moment to just stand there, still joined, not moving, but remembering how to breathe, trying to slow our thundering hearts. Just as my vision starts to swim back to me I feel you pull away. I slowly turn and step into you. You encircle me in your arms as we press our lips together and float on the waves of pleasure surrounding us. I look up into your eyes and the emotions I feel buckle my knees.
As I strike the carpet beneath me, I look up and you're not there. I sit in the spill moonlight, looking out the window at the barren trees and snow covered ground, and I'm reminded of how cold and lonely it is without you here. I tiptoe up to bed and as my mind drifts back to you, I discover sleep has not eluded me after all but as always as I close my eyes, my last thoughts are of you.
I'd been dating Rachel for three years when we got married. She was 22 and I was 39. I instantly fell for her. She was a Southern girl working here in my native England, slim and petite, standing 5"4 with long red hair and the most beautiful blue eyes. Her figure was well proportioned despite being slim and she had the most perfect small, extremely pert breasts imaginable with an arse to match. We always had a fantastic sex life and were very adventurous. Rachel loved to talk dirty during sex. She liked me to cum on her belly, pussy and/or tits while she brought herself off, but personally I always wanted to spend my load inside of her. I always fantasised about getting her pregnant, even though she was on the pill. The thought of petite Rachel, having my seed gushing into her fertile womb, swelling her flat little belly with my child always turned me on. I never mentioned this to her in case it freaked her out, or she thought I really wanted a baby. We'd been married two years before I felt ready for that.
We were cuddled up on the sofa one night with a bottle of wine. Rachel can never hold her drink and, as usual when she was tipsy, she started to get horny. she began kissing me so I seized my chance and began kissing her neck and caressing her leg. She began to breathe deeply, moaning as I slid my hand up her jeans towards her tender crotch. I began to breathe gently on her neck, which always sends her wild, causing her to gently open her legs to allow my hand to slowly rub her through her jeans. She turned around and kissed me passionately.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled down her shoulder straps. She pulled her top off over her shoulders revealing her milky white skin and the dark blue silky bra containing her shapely breasts. She reached around behind her and unclipped it, letting it fall to the floor. Without removing her jeans she reached down to my groin and began to unzip my fly. Lucky for me I was going commando.
My unbelievably sexy wife pulled my now erect cock from my trousers, kissing me again. She winked at me and said 'I'm gonna be your dirty girl tonight baby. Anything you want, just ask!"
As she had my cock in her and was rubbing it up and down with her palm I thought it'd be rude not to ask. "Baby," I said pleadingly "why don't you give him a little kiss?"
Rachel was only too happy to oblige. She crouched down and, keeping her hand around my cock, lovingly kissed the tip of it. She then looked up as she began to kiss and lick up and down the length of my shaft. "Does that feel good baby?" she asked. She didn't need to ask. She already had her answer from the moaning emanating from my mouth. With this, she placed the tip between her lips and began to work her mouth up and down my entire length, using her hand to basket-weave me at the same time.
I have to admit, Rachel is a little expert when it comes to cock sucking. Looking down and seeing my gorgeous redhead working my cock like this, I almost wanted to nut in her mouth. I reached my hands around and under her, cupping her firm, delicious breasts in my palms. She began to let out muffled moans of pleasure. I then began to squeeze her little pink nipples between my forefinger- she has a real thing for this! As her moans began to get more frequent I said "Babygirl, did you really mean it? Anything I want, just ask?" Rachel pulled my dick out of her mouth and grinned.
"Of course baby. Anything you want." I was in two minds. Should I really ask her?
My fantasy eventually got the better of me. "You know your packet of pills in the bathroom?" Rachel nodded. "Go and flush them down the toilet." She looked up at me confusedly for a moment. Her facial expressions changed as what I had asked her to do sank in. First she looked a little shocked, then she looked slightly offended, then a smile gradually began to spread across her face.
"Oh....you mean....?" I nodded my head. "Oh, baby, okay! You wanna start trying for a baby?". She Stood up and looked at me.
"I've always wanted to knock you up baby," I replied "so much that whenever I blow my load inside you I secretly fantasise that I'm impregnating you. It just turns me on soooo much!" Rachel gave a little chuckle.
"Naughty boy!" she said as she wagged a finger at me "I've never really thought that that could turn someone on before! Well, whatever floats your boat lover!" She disappeared out of the living room door of our small one bedroom flat. I could hear her clattering about in the bathroom for a few moments before she called me in. I walked in to join her. the empty packet of pills was in the small bin next to the toilet, and Rachel stood over the toilet with a little pile of loose pills in her hand. "Ready baby?" she asked eagerly. I smiled and nodded. She upturned her hand, sending the pills clattering down into the toilet bowl. She grinned. "Now, let's make babies!"
I took her by the hand and led her back into the living room. I looked into those deep blue sexy eyes of hers and kissed her again. She let go of my hand and walked over to our armchair, standing there in just her jeans. She smiled seductively and beckoned me over. Walking over to her I wrapped my arms around her waist and embraced her, running my hands up and down the smooth, silky skin of her back. I leaned my forehead against hers, bringing my hands around and placing then on her belly, slowly moving them up towards her breasts. I cupped my hands around her breasts once more, squeezing them gently. I then looked down at her jeans. "Well these'll have to come of if I'm to get you pregnant!" I winked, removing a hand from her breasts and placing it at the top of her button up fly. With a quick yank, I unbuttoned the whole thing, causing Rachel to gasp in anticipation. I moved my hands to her thighs, sliding her jeans all the way to the floor.
She slowly slipped her jeans from her feet and I stood back and looked at her standing in just her silky dark blue knickers which matched her bra. We'd been married two years and were together for 3 before that, but her hot body never failed to drop my jaw. I stepped back up to her and embraced her once more, kissing her and squeezing a buttock with one hand and caressing her back with the other. I slipped the hand on her buttock into the back of her knickers and steadily brought it round to the front until I could feel her soft bed of neatly trimmed red pubic hair . I always asked Rachel not to completely shave her thatch if she didn't mind. The fact that her hair down there was as red as that on her head made her even more attractive to me!
The hand in her knickers searched around for the little nub full of nerve endings, finally finding it. As my fingers flickered around her clit, Rachel, her arms around my neck, began to gyrate her hips in rhythm to add to the stimulation. She began to moan deeply. She rested her forehead on my chin and continued to gyrate, a growing moistness developing between my fingers and a visible damp patch spreading in her knickers.
I placed my other hand on her left shoulder and pushed gently in a bid to get her to turn around and face away from me, which she did willingly. I then pushed her forward slightly so that she was bent over the arm of the chair. I continued rubbing her clit as I slid my hand down her back to her knickers, pulling them aside roughly before sliding my hand back up her back. The beautiful pink flesh of her pussy lips was now exposed and begging to be filled. I brought my hand around from her clit and rubbed two fingers slowly up and down Rachel's hole. She was dripping wet be now, and, hearing her moan, I stuck two fingers deep inside her without warning. She gasped and cried out in pleasure, a little excess juice squirting from her pussy. She cried out louder and louder as I thrust my fingers in and out of her soaking pink hole, "Oh yes baby! Yes baby! Finger fuck me! That's the spot just there!"
Her pussy began to contract with orgasm. I chuckled inside. It was always so easy to make Rachel cum. She beganpushing her hips back onto my fingers, literally fucking my hand. As she did this the cries turned quickly into ecstatic screams of lust.
I couldn't resist any longer. I unzipped my fly and reached inside to pull out my prick. Rachel must have been able to guess what was about to happen because her body began to tremble in anticipation. I positioned myself directly behind her and started to rub the tip of my rock-hard member up and down my beautiful wife's glistening slit. She began to moan deeply again, expecting any moment to feel my cock fill her soaking, waiting hole.
"Fuck me baby...." she began to sigh almost under her breath "fuck me good and hard.....give me a baby......I'm gonna have your baby"
The sound of her asking to be impregnated sent pangs of pleasure through my whole body. I couldn't wait anymore and easily slipped my cock right into her, filling her tight pussy instantly. It felt so good I could tell I wasn't going to last very long! I started slowly, rhythmically pulling my cock almost all the way out of her then all the way back in up to the hilt. As I looked down I could see Rachel's juices covering my hard cock. She was letting out regular cries of pleasure as I slid up and down her well lubricated love canal. I looked down at her beautiful milky white skin, her flame red hair draped over her shoulders. Even with my cock buried inside her I couldn't believe my luck in being married to such a gorgeous woman!
She sped things up by pushing back forcefully against me. I grabbed hold of her hips and began to make harder, faster and more aggressive thrusts. This caused Rachel to scream out in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck me hard!" she cried "Come on baby, you saw me throw those birth control pills away! Give me your hot, sticky seed!" I was struggling to hold on now as she continued to yell "Give me a baby! Make me pregnant! Make me pregnant!"
I burst. I let out an almighty moan of release as I sent my thick, potent semen into Rachel's fertile and unprotected womb. Jet after jet squirted from my dick into her deepest and most intimate parts. "That's it!" she moaned as she felt my sperm impregnating her "Give it to me! Give it to me!".
As we both wound down I could feel my seed seeping out of Rachel's pussy and along my dick and balls. I withdrew and Rachel, exhausted, turned around to face me. We were both in a state of euphoria. "Well baby..." she panted "there's no turning back now. I'm probably pregnant now after that. There was SOOO much cum!" She smiled.
"No regrets?" I asked her.
"None." she replied "But I think we'll have to keep trying just in case the first time didn't work." I nodded and grinned.
Over the next several weeks we kept trying for a baby. Eventually, Rachel's pregnancy test did come back positive. That was 7 months ago now. Every day I hug my beautiful wife and gaze down at her swelling belly with pride, remembering the first time we tried.
Rachel was little but she was no little girl. She wore sandals and a natural linen sundress, short, with shoulder straps that were no more than strings. Around her neck was a narrow choker of lavender-colored velvet.
What had I done to deserve Rachel? Not a damn thing. At that cafe, sipping latte’s on a muggy afternoon we just stared at each other. Moments earlier, she had appeared at my table out of nowhere. She was exceedingly cute and wildly intelligent. She could have passed for a virgin if not for her knowing smile. She pulled up a chair and asked if I would please order her some cookies.
From the beginning Rachel acted as if she belonged with me, or even to me, as if she had just returned to the wrought iron table after powdering her nose. But there was no powder needed on that perky little nose. Actually, she wore no makeup at all, not even lipstick. Her cheeks were like fresh apricots, begging to be kissed. Her youth showed too in her moist, pink lips. Her teeth were perfect. Her blond hair was short and bouncy. Her blue eyes had that mock-innocent twinkle that lit me up and will be with me forever. Take it from me: There is magic in the world.
I was 40, far too old for this young woman exuding sexuality before me. After years of feeling sorry for myself following the death of my wife, I had high hopes of finding someone to replace her, seeking passion… intimacy. If reality was going to elude me for the rest of my days then I was overdue for some fantasy fulfillment.
Until Rachel sat down I had been sliding toward self-pity again. But now, here before me, was a bare-legged, smiling dream come true. She knew what I wanted. I knew she knew. She had recently turned 21 and run away from a wealthy family, just after graduating from University. She had a comfortable studio apartment a few blocks away and after our second coffee, during which Rachel began to stroke the back of my hand with her smooth little fingers (well-manicured, but no nail polish) and kept up that naughty smile, I felt more alive than I had ever felt before. And yet she calmed me. Yes, this was really happening. Everything was unfolding as it should.
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