That's what bad girls get...
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Posted:Jul 2, 2014 5:06 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2014 5:03 pm
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With your voice in a whisper as you let me squirm, "I'm going to tell you what we do to bad girls. We start by tying them to the bed. We blindfold them so they do not see what is coming.
"When you have had time to think about what you have done, I will punish you. You shall not speak during your punishment."
"Your punishment will start with a feather. A feather run over your entire body. Over your toes and feet. Up your calves and between your thighs. To your stomach and teasing your breasts. Down each arm and back up to your neck. Around your ears and face.
Then I will touch you with my hands, lightly all over your face and arms. Fingers will tracing your stomach and outer thighs, teasing your calves and feet, paying extra attention to each toe.
Returning to your breasts, each nipple will be caressed, until they are flush. Then teased and pinched until they are hard. Twisted and pulled, until they are tender. Flicked and slapped until they ache. While they ache I will put clamps on them to remind you they are mine. Mine to flick, slap, twist, pull, pinch, tease and caress whenever I want. And I want, often.
My hands will find your pussy sliding into your wetness and up and down your slit. Gently and slowly at first. Careful not to let you cum as aroused as you already will be.Teasing and touch your clit. Working up to a faster pace of fingering. When one finger is not enough, I will give you a second. When two are inadequate, I will give you a third. Three fingers and my thumb on your clit. When you start to tremble, and one hand is not enough, I will give you my second. Gentleness replaced by urgency. Fingers on your g-spot. Pulling you upwards, almost lifting you off the bed. My other hand pressing firmly on your pelvis and clit, pushing downwards. You start to thrash and beg me to stop, l pin down your legs with mine. Orgasm after orgasm of pleasure rippling through you. Each more intense and furious than the last. When I'm done, I may let you recover.
I will explore your ass. Your sweet ass will be mine. Your will beg me to take it. You hate me for prolonging the desire. I start at your asshole, my finger tracing it's outline. Using your juices I enter you, slowly pressing my finger in. When I am fully in, I slide out. Slowly. Working up to a second finger. Working up to a faster speed. While I explore your hole, I caress your cheeks. I part them for a better view, enjoying watching your ass swallow my fingers. When you are ready, I will insert your plug. With the blindfold on you hope it is my cock as it enters you. But I am not that kind to bad girls.
With the plug firmly in place, I will grope and squeeze your cheeks. Kneading them between my hands my gropes turn to slaps, and into a full spanking. Bad girls deserve no less.
Next your punishment will progress to my mouth and tongue. Again, they will explore you all over. Each toe will be savoured, your ankles and calves kissed. I will spend extra time in that spot in the back of your knee, where your leg folds. I will slowly, intentionally move upwards skipping your pussy and settling in your belly button. My tongue will explore, tender kisses and licks on your stomach. The line between your breasts to your neck where I will bite and suck on you. Your ears as well, will be bitten, kissed, and sucked on.
I will kiss you. Gently at first, our tongues will wrestle in each others mouth. Your face will be flush from your recent pleasures, and the tears may already be drying from your recent pains. I will taste your lips as well as your tears.
I will tease your nipples with my mouth and tongue. I will be careful not to let the clamps on your nipples release, unless they are being replaced by my teeth. Even then, I will return the clamps when I am done biting you.
I will lick your clit. The redness of your lips still fresh from my hands, and the nub still hard from my recent manipulations. I will engulf your pussy lips, both outer and inner and taste you. My tongue will explore your pussy hole. Your sweet juices will flow again and I will drink them up. I will beckon your moisture with my tongue until my thirst for you is quenched. I will make you cum. And again. I will make you cum until you can no longer stand my face between your legs. The roughness of my unshaven face will hurt. Your skin will be red from pleasure or the thousands of miniature needles of beard.
Next I will untie you, briefly. Only to bring your head to the edge of the bed. I will give you my cock. Do not try to lick it. Do not try to kiss it. Do not try to suck it. For in this position, I will fuck your face. There will be no tenderness. I will not let you feel loved. I will be using you. When my cock is entirely down your throat, and you are gagging, needing it out, I will choke you. My hand will feel my cock as it slides in and out of your throat. My balls will slap your forehead, your nose, your face, until your eyes tear. I will not grace you with my cum.
When I have had enough of your mouth and throat, I will retie you to the bed. I will use your pussy next. My hands will choke you, or flick your nipples, or pull on your clamps. I will fuck you. It will be violent and hard. I will make you hurt. Your tight little pussy will be stretched. When I want I will flip you so your face is down. I will continue to fuck your pussy. I will push your head and face into the mattress. I will pull your hair. I will slap your ass. I will use your plug against you. I will twist it, I will remove it and press it back in. I will thrust my cock in you.
When I am ready, I will cum on you. Maybe your pussy, maybe your face. Maybe between your tits. Maybe on your ass. I will not cum where you want me to. I will cum where I want to. Where it pleases me and when I am done with you. And that.. that is what we do to bad girls."
You stand from lying next to me and gaze upon me. Your eyes trace my body.
"I can tell from your lip-biting that you enjoy this thought. I can tell from the wetness in your panties and your hands wringing in those ropes. I can tell from the way you moved your head, I can tell from the way you fidgeted as I was telling you how I treat bad girls.."
Pausing, the tension rises. Your final comment as you walk towards the door.
"I can tell you this is what you will get.. when you are not a bad girl."
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You can tie me up but you can't take me anywhere.
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Posted:Dec 9, 2013 8:20 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2014 5:04 pm
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I fidgit uncomfortably. Twisting and turning to get comfortable. I feel the wood beneath me. I open my eyes but can not see. I am blindfolded, naked, and tied to a wooden chair. I can not move my legs. Each leg is attached to a leg of the chair. My wrists are also attached to the arms of the chair. The back of the chair feels low, but I can not bend backwards because my arms are securely locked in place. I feel helpless. And excited. I feel shivers all down my spine.
I hear the slight creak of the floor behind me. I sit a little straighter.
"Hello?"
No reply.
The soft tap of feet moves closer to me and I fall still and quiet and wait...excitement building...
The footsteps stops behind me and my heart beats fast. A warm hand on my neck, fingers in my hair. The hand gripping tighter, pulling my head back. I feel warm skin, a rough cheek against my own. Lips and teeth grazing my throat and nipping my shoulders.
He releases my hair and the footsteps retreat. I hear several strange sounds behind me. I strain to hear.
It takes a moment put the sounds together. A series of turns, maybe some sort of plastic. I'm not sure.
I'm getting nervous and begin to wiggle pulling my restraints tighter, binding me more in place. I am still identifying the buzz getting closer as a hand settles on my shoulder and makes me jump. The hand buzzes with an slight electric charge, soft yet completely unnerving. His hand moves from my shoulders down the small of my back and then back to my neck again, fingers gripping tightly. My Head pulled back , his hand around my throat, fingers touching my chin and then lips briefly.
I feel a soft charge trickling down my chest, encircling both breasts before moving down my stomach. My body tenses. His touch briefly disappears, appearing again to softly lick my ankles before inching up my legs.
A soft moan betrays me and he slows, taking his time moving up my legs and inner thighs. I feel exposed but the intensity of his electric touch slowly erases those concerns from my mind.
He stops, the sudden lack of sensation is unbearable.
I hear the strange locking and sliding motions again behind me. I struggle to level my breathing during this brief reprieve. Then, silence.
I jump and gasp as a jolt of electricity shocks me back into reality. The surge is no longer soft and gentle, it has a sharp sting to it. The charge moves down my back. I squirm, my binds tighten. I fight to not move as I am jolted. I try to keep control over my response.
His hand around my throat again with the stinging sensation at my lips. I feel the urge to take his fingers into my mouth. Fingers closer to my lips and my opened mouth. Then in my mouth. I feel a zap on my neck and back again for a time. Then, a pause.
The train of sensations moving to my legs again. A bolt of energy on my inner thigh brings a moan tinged with pain. He seems more motivated by my pain. The energy moves higher up my leg and I no longer care to fight my body. Uncontrollable sighs and moans escaped My lips as the energy flows into my skin. I feel finger nails digging into my opposite thigh down to my knee. He stops.
Hands pulling my head up quickly. His face against mine. His hand moving down my chest roughly grabbing my breast. Pinching the nipples to the point of pain, I squirm to pull away and can not. The squeeze of pain is followed by a screaming moan. Pain like a bolt of energy at the tip of my breast. I am so torn with emotions. The pain frightens and arouses me . I feel more and more bursts of energy on my back. I twist and moan stuck only tighter.
The energized zaps moved to my ankles again. I feel powerless and in my mind I beg for a release. My moans and screams increase as it reaches my knees. He runs the charge up my leg and across my stomach, then back down to my opposite knee. I know I can't contain myself much longer. I plead with him to stop, "Please... I can't."
He pushes my upper thighs further apart to get the charge lower as he moves slowly upward. I scream, but my scream turns quickly to a series of moans I can't hold back any longer. The charges kept me going for more than a minute and then stopped. My head hangs low.
Warm hands slowly untie me.
The blindfold is gently removed.
My legs shaky beneath me, his arms under me only a few steps to the bed. His body wrapped around mine. He strokes my hair softly and I fall asleep in his arms.
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Showcasing my interview skills
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Posted:Nov 6, 2013 2:41 pm
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2014 2:50 am
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As I headed up the stairs towards the second floor of the New Administration Building I nervously repeat all the important information I had learned when I researched this company.
Glancing at my phone one last time as I ponder why a man would pick 1:23 pm as the time for my interview. Assuming the worst that he must be a total jerk but nonetheless a jerk I need to get in good with if I want to reach my goals. He is the only expert in the Northern Hemisphere that can do what he has done so successfully.
I knock on the door as I hope that my watch is fast and I am not already 3 minutes late. From inside of the office I heard the words come in granting me permission to enter.
I gently and slowly push the door just far enough to slip quietly inside. I almost didn't notice the man standing in the corner gazing out the window at all the cars buzzing by on the street below.
His voice broke the silence, "Nervous yet?" I wondered if he was aware how intimidating he was.
Standing here face to face with him I couldn't deny it, " Yes, as a matter of fact I am a bit nervous."
"We'll see if you need to be . Com e over here and have a seat behind the desk, take a look at the program, and lets see what you really know."
After the briefly going over my skills with the program as I answered Random questions we concluded the interview. I reached down to pick up my purse having placed it under his desk. It is close quarters this side of the desk and I feel his firm chest nearly pressing against my back bringing back my nervous feelings times ten. The excitement of this unexpected closeness is surprising, I am also surprised to realize I want him.
Preoccupied by my thoughts I dropped my cell out of my purse. I bend down to reach for the phone and hear him gasp from a spot very close behind me. My already short dress had hiked up much higher than I ever of intended it to. I reach to pull the dress into place. I feel his hand cover my hand , his other hand moving softly along my inner thigh urging me to remain right where I am.
I am silent as he holds me there enjoying looking at my body. The curves of my bottom, hips and my slightly parted thighs right there practically in his face. His fingers move over and in my soft wet pussy then rub my stiff clit. My legs are shaky and I have to hold on to the chair to steady myself.
He slips first one finger then two fingers deep into my tight wet pussy. I cannot suppress a low moan as his fingers slid in and out, bringing me t o orgasm. My pussy tightens around his fingers as I cum.
He pushes me over the front of the desk and slips his pants down. One hand against my back holding me down. I can feel his hardness against me. He rubs the head of his cock around my ass and presses hard against the pucker, not hard enough to enter but hard enough to let me know he wants to.
As He pushes into me and I become aware of how massively huge and thick his cock is. I press against him pushing the head of his cock further into my pussy. Pushing into, stretching my pussy, filling me up with his rock hard cock.
He holds me firmly in place and gives me a long hard slamming thrust that brings a series of gasps mixed with moaning from both of us. Reaching around me hands rough on my tits pinching my hard nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. My hips thrust back to rock his cock in and out of my hot wet pussy. His right hand slides around my neck while the left holds me tight against him going deeper and harder with every push. He begins slamming into my pussy so hard I nearly lose my footing.
His hand slips from my neck and I feel a sharp pleasure as he spanks my ass. I still feel the outline of his hot red print on my cheek and I cum again as his thumb pushes against then into my ass and his cock destroys my pussy.
When my shuddering subsides he replaces his thumb with his cock. He thrusts deep into my ass, moaning with me as I fight the urge to scream with a mix of unexplainable pain and pleasure.
Grabbing my hips and he thrusts so deep and hard sending us both over a cliff...He explodes inside me with so much force, My knees buckle as I cum with him.
He lays across me on the desk momentarily, while we both find our land legs.
Finally we move and quickly adjust our clothing. I move to the other side of the desk and we shake hands.
Best interview I've ever had...
But I am still waiting for a call back.
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Text me later...
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Posted:Oct 9, 2013 11:32 am
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2014 10:11 am
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It started with an online profile view. Text me we'll get together. I know why I'm online but wondered if his reasons were equally as debauched. It is so easy to use the detachment of texting to talk about your kinks.
I woke one Monday to discover that he'd already text despite the fact it was only 7am. The texts bounced back and forth throughout the day. A strange bond was formed, we conversed freely. Some of the texts were cheeky, some were funny and some made my cheeks deepen in a blush. He got me to open up to him and reveal my secrets. After hearing him confess that anal play turned him on I took a breath and owned up - it had always been my dirtiest fantasy too, one that could have me cumming hard in seconds. I often used a finger in my ass as I rubbed hard on my clit, fingers soaked in my juices, panting, wishing for a nice fat cock to fill me up. I admitted hesitantly that I'd never tried it, but that I would have if my ex had been more forceful with me.
He rewarded my admission with a close up photo of his hard cock, glistening with a delicious drop of pre-cum. It made me instantly wet, my tongue running around my lips as I imagined tasting that delicious drop.
He had asked me to lie back, grip my buttcheeks in both hands and pull them apart. He texted again, got me to repeat it, but this time to spread my ass and then close it. I replied describing my ass stretching as the cold air hit it and telling him how I was spanking my ass.
Next he had me touch my clit. I complied, and after being ordered to rub it gently I was on the edge. He told me to find a chapstick tube or some lube. After running a line of lube up the crack of my ass, he ordered me to rub the lube on my tight hole again, but this time to pop my fingertip inside. Texting was becoming too hard by this point so he called me to listen.
Without so much as a hello, he told me to shut up and listen. "Lie back, bring your knees up to your chest. Is your finger lubed? Lube your finger." Being told what to do sent a jolt of excitement through me, I realized how much I had longed for a dominant man. He ordered me to rub my little puckered asshole with my lubed fingertip - I felt the juice from my pussy escape, running down my ass crack to further lubricate my tight hole. "I am so fucking wet..." "Did I tell you to speak?" His voice in my ear was low, deep, firm completely in control- I fell silent and awaited my next order.
"Find something long, hard and thin. Do it now." Leaning across to my dresser I grabbed the first thing in my hand - a double ended, fat mascara tube. He allowed me some more lube but only after he'd made me beg for it. He told me the whimper in my voice made his fat cock so fucking hard...
He ordered me to push the tip of the mascara tube to my tight, sensitive ass and heard me groan as I moved the tube in and out. I described the feeling of fullness with a catch in my voice, getting hotter by the second as his breathing quickened. He had his fist clenched around his cock, pumping it hard. I had 2 fingers deep in my pussy, brushing my clit with every stroke.
Unable to hold back, we exploded into orgasm at the same moment, his deep groans mingling with my screams.
"Thanks I needed that"
"No, really, thank you."
Text you later...
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A Late Summer's Nights Dream.
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Posted:Aug 24, 2013 8:54 pm
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2013 11:14 am
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Enjoying the summer air underneath the trees, looking up through the breaks in the leaves and branches, ever changing colors of green, red, purple, yellow...hearing a rumble... wondering, wondering,...a chain saw nearby, cutting into my forest? It's to the right of you. You need to get up and stop it. Need to get up and, need to get...
Up.
What?
Oh, it's me. Lying next to you, sound asleep. Asleep, like you were, only snoring into your ear.
Oh well. You had use the bathroom anyway. You get out of bed and head to the john. The pressure ebbs, but You are still awake. You wash your hands and head back to bed, thinking you might still rest until you see me sprawled over the bed from left to right, still lying face up, your mouth open and snoring. Hmmm. Yes. As close to perfect as real life affords.
You return to the bathroom and grab a washcloth and wash your stiff cock – a little soap, a little rinse – making it all the stiffer. Your hand reaches to hang it up, then stops. Yet another thought crosses your mind. First you venture to the kitchen, and get a bowl of water, then carry it back to the bedroom with a fresh washcloth. I am still sprawled over, leaning almost off the bed.
Slowly, carefully, You tie first one arm and then the other to the tethers we have ever ready at the feet of the bed frame. I become vaguely aware of my situation and groggily gain a measure of consciousness. I look up to see your cock looming over my face – firm, hard, in all its welcome glory. Slowly your presence registers along with the presence of your cock. Slower still, I become more aware of my vulnerability. My legs begin to part, as they always do, when I get turned on, when I am so ready to submit. I stretch, then realize I can't reach my clit with my fingers. I can't reach for anything, really.
And I ache. I fucking ache for your cock hovering above me. I ache for your touch. I ache to feed my growing lust. A low moan escapes my lips, the moan of need that You crave to hear. The moan that tells you I am yours to use as I wish.
You know my throat is dry, too dry for your purposes. The washcloth is brought to hover over to my lips. A few drops are squeezed out into my throat, letting my mouth become moist. You have plans, and I know what they are. More drops squeeze out, and I swallow. There will be plenty more to swallow soon enough.
Bending just a touch to set the cloth into the bowl, You return your cock to that teasing tormenting remove above my face, letting me see and appreciate its whole length. Stroking it, a drip of pre-cum lingers at the tip, then lowering beneath a thinning strand to your lips. The desperation of that first taste, that first addictive taste overcomes me.
Your cock brushes teasingly over my cheeks, the soft rose petal feel drawing more of my breath. Another strand lays upon my lips, drawn from one side to the other. My tongue darts out to touch your cock. With that, You lift. A few seconds later the wet washcloth snaps over my clit, sending a tingling sharp sensation into my body. Then another, sharper still.
"Greedy cum slut aren't you?"
"Fuck yes!" I cry. "I need it. Please? Don't make me wait."
Another stinging snap, and another, on my cunt. Then two snaps on the tip of each nipple.
Leaning forward, You thrust your cock hard and long into my mouth till You bump against my throat, holding for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing. My lips close, holding on as best they can. My tongue swings wildly around, seeking to snare the shaft. You almost pull out – slow, taunting, tormenting. I hear your breath, as you hold, lingering, lingering on my lips.
Another "Snap!" of the cloth on my clit opens my legs wide. My mouth opens sympathetically. You could thrust however you wish; anywhere that you wish, and you do wish and thrust again to my throat. Your balls hit my nose. I try to breath, but I can't. You back off just a little, letting me fill my lungs again. You back off more, half out of my mouth. Your hands decant some more water from the cloth down your cock, wetting my mouth yet more. You like it wet. You like your cock to slide smooth and deep. You love the suction of wet lips as You thrust into me.
Leaning back to my work, or rather play, setting the pace – strong, steady, filling my every greedy slutty need for cock - my need to devour, to seize whole, to engulf and feast. Yes, You command; but I obey only for me. I heed only my desperate need filled to overflowing. As I take more, You thrust more. As I open you fill.
Again, the cloth heavy with moisture is in your hands. Snapping my clit while keeping pace with the fucking of my mouth. A "Snap!" precedes a thrust, in full beating measure. I feel my own ache being fed. Fucking my mouth. Pulling, then fucking again, strong, hard, forceful. Whipping my cunt in counterpoint, bring the snap of the cloth left then right. Thrust. snap. Thrust. snap. Thrust again. My moans muffled by your cock.
Losing your breath through exertion even as I lose yours through your thrusts. Your control disappears, to be overcome by mine. My heels pressed to the bed, my cunt risen in the air, taking the snaps on the cloth and greedy for more. My straining meets yours. Straining. Straining Straining.
The cum floods past my lips, and my cunt presses the air for the next tormented touch, taking it, taking it, taking it, then falling back crashing to the bed. Crashing as the last crash of cum leaves your cock to bathe my throat and immerse my tongue.
Your hand reaches down to sustain my head, to let me breath easy. Your lips press against mine, kissing me. You release the tethers one by one and rub my wrists. I fall back into a glorious dream state with a smile on my lips.
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Sunday morning
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Posted:Aug 10, 2013 7:16 am
Last Updated:Jun 28, 2014 1:13 pm
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When the alarm went off, She sleepily hit the snooze button. She felt Him pressed against her back as she slowly lengthened and stretched her legs. She felt a twinge from her bottom, and then blushed as memories from the previous night flooded her mind. Her eyes opened thinking of her ass lifted and spread, her willingness to submit, and even her eagerness for his cock to press into her as deeply as possible. She gave a soft sigh and wiggled her ass remembering His lips at her neck and his hot whispers in her ears.
She moved to get out of bed, when she felt his arm stop her pulling her back toward his chest, his lips moving against her neck as his hands rubbed over her nipples.
"Mmmm," he sighed, "you feel good ."
He pressed his hips against hers and she felt his morning erection along her cleft. His lips continued moving along her neck and shoulders, his teeth occasionally nipping at the soft skin. His fingers pinched and pulled at her hard nipples before softening again to rub up and down against them.
She softened and relaxed against him, moaning with pleasure.
"You loved having my cock in your ass, didn't you?" He asked before pressing his open mouth against her neck again.
She felt herself blushing and refused to answer his query.
He moved his hips, sliding the tip of his cock against her clit. His fingertips still pinching and flicking her nipples. He lifted his mouth to her ear, whispering, "Come on, baby, tell me how much you enjoyed the feel of my cock stretching your ass."
His hips began sliding back and forth along the warm moistening lips of her pussy. She could feel his beard along her neck and earlobe as he said again, "Tell me baby..."
Her only response was a soft moan as she arched her back, pressing her nipples against his fingers and allowing his cock greater access to her now very wet pussy.
He resumed the teasing of her neck and shoulder with his mouth and tongue. His left hand moved down her belly until his fingertips were just above her clit.
She moaned louder, moving her hips, wanting his fingers right on her swollen clit.
Chuckling, lifting his hand, "No baby, you have to tell me. Did you like it?" His teeth softly nipped her earlobe.
"Tell me baby...tell me," he demanded, pinching one nipple and running fingers through the hair of her cleft with a butterfly touch before his teeth nipped at that sexy place where her neck and shoulder met.
She wiggled and moaned again, determined to be silent and gain her pleasure. Then she felt tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy, his fingers a breath away from her clit, and his teeth deepening their hold on her neck. She felt her pussy dripping with want, and whispered a fractured, "Ye-yesss," as her body shuddered with desire.
He lifted his mouth from her neck, chuckling again, wanting her full surrender, "Yes what?"
"God, please...fuck me," She moaned, moving her hips, reaching for fingers and cock.
But even though his cock was wet with her pussy juices, and his fingers were itching to rub the engorged clit that was peeking through her warm, pink lips, he repeated, "Yes what, baby?" this time in a tone that brooked no refusal.
"You know you want to say it," he whispered, his voice deep and tempting.
She shuddered again, answering , "Yesss..."
Her body softened, opening and relaxing. Her voice was full of sweet femininity and submission as she said, "Yes, I love having your cock in my ass."
He growled with pleasure and felt her gasp as he drove his cock deep into her pussy, his fingers rubbing over her hardened clit.
She tied to muffle the sound as she came in a frenzy of hip-rocking between fingers and cock. Her back arched as the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix and she moaned loudly, wild with pleasure.
Before her orgasm had completely subsided, his cock slipped from her pussy and she felt its slippery wetness moving along her ass and over her tight little hole. She reached back a hand to spread her rounded cheeks, demonstrating her complete surrender.
"Oh God, baby, yes," he hissed, pressing the tip against pink pucker.
She breathed in, deliberately softening as she felt the pressure, then a small pop as his cock entered her. She turned her head, opening her mouth for his kiss, feeling his tongue move into her mouth as his cock slid deep into her ass.
The soreness of the night before made his cock seem enormous—it was the trunk of an elephant, the body of a python, the tongue of a giant—a hard, inescapable force. She could feel his hips tight against her bottom, his balls resting in the wetness of her pussy. She whimpered softly.
He stilled, panting. Her ass seemed impossibly tight and impossibly hot around his cock. He groaned, biting her neck, feeling how the pulse of his blood through his cock widened and stretched her. The ache of pleasure was nearly unbearable.
He sucked on her neck, his fingers unconsciously pinching her nipples to match the squeezing of his cock. Suddenly, she began to convulse and shudder. He heard a loud, keening moan, and then felt a sudden rush of wetness spray over his balls and down his legs.
He groaned, pushing her from her side to her belly. He could feel her ass contracting around his cock as he pressed her into the bed and frantically fucked her. She grunted and groaned with every stroke, her body slipping up the bed as he fucked her harder and harder. Every pull of his cock showed the softened round O of her little hole before he pushed it back in, feeling it captured by the tight hot walls of her ass. His balls slapped wetly against her pussy, his fingers digging hard into her hips. He gritted his teeth wanting to both end and prolong the pleasure.
She arched her back, signaling his full possession her body and its pleasures, but it wasn't until he heard her panting, "Oh yes...fuck yeah...keep fucking my ass," that the blood roared through his ears and he gave a shout of triumph, feeling the long sticky ropes of cum shooting from his cock deep in her ass.
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