I apologize for stopping where I did. I got myself seriously worked up remembering the evening and I needed some . . . ummmm . . . special alone time.
Wide Load had me folded up in two; my knees were up near my head and my ankles were way the Hell over my head. He kept on with no indication he was expecting to finish anytime soon. Hammering away at my opening, he smiled down at me. He changed positions, this time moving me to my knees on the bed, my face buried in the mattress, my ass up high for him. He continued to pummel my well used sheath.
He moved me again, this time pulling me off the bed. I was completely submissive at this point. I would have done anything – anything – he demanded of me. Pulling me off the bed, he pushed down gently on my shoulders. Compliant, I lowered down to my knees and opened my lips to accept him into my mouth. I swear to you, he actually gasped again when my lips wrapped around his length. His dick was covered in my juices. I could taste me on him. Creamy is the best I can describe it. I took him deep between my lips and immediately began bobbing my head along his length. I was thinking he wanted to cum in my mouth and if that was what he wanted, then I wanted to do that for him. He soon moved me again, pulling me to my feet and bending me over in front of the dresser mirror. I took hold of the dresser as he entered me again from behind. I lowered my head to the dresser top. He took hold of my hair then, pulling back, forcing my head up. I could see him looking at me in the mirror.
“I want to see your face when I cum inside of you”.
“Yes sir”, I said obediently.
He did not release my hair, but instead held onto it with both hands like they were reins or a mane and I was his prized mare. I gazed into his face. He was so intent. I could see him watching me; sometimes he was looking back at my face, sometimes he was watching his dick slamming into and out of me. The idea of him watching either one turned me on all the more.
“Talk to me”, he commanded.
I had already amazed myself at the things I had said; things I had never said before, so I did not hesitate to obey him.
“Cum in me . . . fuck me harder . . . do not stop . . . fill my hole . . . pull my hair harder (which he did!!!) . . . I want – I need – your cum in me . . . make me drip with you cum . . . ride me like you own me . . . fuck me . . . watch me . . . watch your dick fucking me . . . I can feel your dick sliding inside of me, you can see see it too . . . watch my face when you cum inside of me . . . tell me when you are getting ready to cum . . . please tell me . . . “
He told me.
“Soon”, he said.
“Tell me”, I pleaded, staring at his face in the mirror, “tell me what you're getting ready to do”.
“I am getting ready to explode inside of you”.
“Please tell me more”, I said.
“I am going to cum in you . . . I am going to fill my slut up with my cum”.
Oh My God, I thought immediately, he just called me his slut. I beamed. I loved it.
“Yes, I am your slut, pump me full . . . pleeeeeeeeeease”.
And then he did.
Wide Load had me folded up in two; my knees were up near my head and my ankles were way the Hell over my head. He kept on with no indication he was expecting to finish anytime soon. Hammering away at my opening, he smiled down at me. He changed positions, this time moving me to my knees on the bed, my face buried in the mattress, my ass up high for him. He continued to pummel my well used sheath.
He moved me again, this time pulling me off the bed. I was completely submissive at this point. I would have done anything – anything – he demanded of me. Pulling me off the bed, he pushed down gently on my shoulders. Compliant, I lowered down to my knees and opened my lips to accept him into my mouth. I swear to you, he actually gasped again when my lips wrapped around his length. His dick was covered in my juices. I could taste me on him. Creamy is the best I can describe it. I took him deep between my lips and immediately began bobbing my head along his length. I was thinking he wanted to cum in my mouth and if that was what he wanted, then I wanted to do that for him. He soon moved me again, pulling me to my feet and bending me over in front of the dresser mirror. I took hold of the dresser as he entered me again from behind. I lowered my head to the dresser top. He took hold of my hair then, pulling back, forcing my head up. I could see him looking at me in the mirror.
“I want to see your face when I cum inside of you”.
“Yes sir”, I said obediently.
He did not release my hair, but instead held onto it with both hands like they were reins or a mane and I was his prized mare. I gazed into his face. He was so intent. I could see him watching me; sometimes he was looking back at my face, sometimes he was watching his dick slamming into and out of me. The idea of him watching either one turned me on all the more.
“Talk to me”, he commanded.
I had already amazed myself at the things I had said; things I had never said before, so I did not hesitate to obey him.
“Cum in me . . . fuck me harder . . . do not stop . . . fill my hole . . . pull my hair harder (which he did!!!) . . . I want – I need – your cum in me . . . make me drip with you cum . . . ride me like you own me . . . fuck me . . . watch me . . . watch your dick fucking me . . . I can feel your dick sliding inside of me, you can see see it too . . . watch my face when you cum inside of me . . . tell me when you are getting ready to cum . . . please tell me . . . “
He told me.
“Soon”, he said.
“Tell me”, I pleaded, staring at his face in the mirror, “tell me what you're getting ready to do”.
“I am getting ready to explode inside of you”.
“Please tell me more”, I said.
“I am going to cum in you . . . I am going to fill my slut up with my cum”.
Oh My God, I thought immediately, he just called me his slut. I beamed. I loved it.
“Yes, I am your slut, pump me full . . . pleeeeeeeeeease”.
And then he did.
Woah. Damn honey, that sounds intense! Sounds like damn good fun. Really damn good fun... I could use some of that fun...
ReplyDeleteDamn, is it hot in here or is it me. Great story.
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