by Payne, K C
The hard, slick bulb of his cock shoved against my swollen petals. My hips bucked. He slapped my ass. My back arched. He was just locked into my opening. I was practically howling to be fucked. He slapped me again. My hands clenched and my toes curled as my pussy press back onto him.
He slapped me again. Twice. Hard. “What did I tell you?” his voice had an evil grin. He yanked my head back by pulling my hair, hard.
Then he thrust into me, penetrating me deep, spreading me wide. His fat cock sawed right over my g-spot and my body convulsed. Waves of wild sensation splashed and cascaded through me. He pistoned through me, his breath hot and grating in my ear.
My pelvis jerked as he slammed harder into me and I cried out. My mouth was wide and my eyes rolled. My face was on the floor, my arms flailing. My throat was thick and tight, my breasts heaved. His cock split me wider and reamed through my gushing opening.
The walls inside me wept and clung onto his thick, pulsing shaft as it rocked and ground through me. His hips pummeled against my ass as his cock plunged deeper, driving me harder.
My juices burst and gushed. I felt them trickle down my leg as I squealed and gasped. The force of his thrusts lifted my knees from the rug. I beat my hand on the floor and all of my muscles clenched hard and tight as I yelled in a wordless, guttural noise.
I came again as he slammed into me and I collapsed onto the rug. Merciless, he flipped me onto my back and pulled up my legs. Garbled and barely coherent I said, “Wait. Just let me get my breath back, okay?”
His fingers were already in my ass. He had some kind of cold gel or lube on them, because it made me bounce like an electric shock. Now I was oversensitive everywhere. And he wasn’t going to let up.
He put my ankles over his shoulders and bent my legs as the dark amber pools of his eyes took a triumphal tour of the disheveled wreck that I was, moaning and twitching beneath him. I felt the hard end of his cock pry open my little starfish.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. My body jolted as he penetrated my ass. My eyes pleaded with him, but I knew it would do no good. And it didn’t. He plowed in, reaching to push my cheeks apart with his big hand, shoving my legs up with his shoulders.
All the while, his eye was in mine. His grin was wide and his tongue flicked across his lips. My ass ached raw as he churned his pelvis and thrust into me. I held his face in my hands as I shook and sobbed.
My throat was raw and my voice was hoarse. Over and over he piled his cock into my ass, and beads of sweat stood out on his brow. He plunged his lance harder and deeper and I shook and trembled beneath him.
Tony pressed in hard before he pulled out of me. He shoved my legs down and as he came to beat his cock on my quivering tits, I realized he had worn a condom in my ass, as he was just now pulling it off. I was touched by his consideration and thought that maybe I had misjudged him.
His strong thighs either side of my breasts, he pushed his cock up in my cleavage. I sighed and shook under him and felt his pulsing manhood stiffen and swell in my hot, damp crevice.
I stroked and squeezed his thighs and craned my neck to watch the angry head of his magnificent cock burst up between the tops of my reddening breasts.
His hand came up to my face, tenderly held my jaw as his thump slipped in between my teeth. I bit gently on it, closed my lips around it. Licked and sucked it as he fucked my tits.
By his face and by the gathering pulses in his cock, I could tell that really soon he was going to come. I stroked his abdomen, put my hand down the soft line of fuzz, from his navel to his wiry pubes. I stroked the top of his throbbing cock.
Then I put my hand around his shaft. I soothed him, calmed him. Helped him to edge one more time. His eyes were so fierce and so needy, my heart jumped. I drew him to me, pulled his cock nearer to my lips, stroking him softly as I did.
I put him on the flat of my tongue, reached and wriggled the tip along his underside and blew soft, warm breaths on him as I stroked his shaft with the lightest touch. My other hand stroked his belly, cradled his balls, stroked his cheeks, and I kept my eyes joined with his as I began to gently suckle on him.
The sound of my mouth on him and the intensifying taste of precum on my lips made me hot all over again. Holding his balls I pulled him gradually into my mouth once more.
My lips nibbled along his shaft and my tongue wrapped hungrily and lovingly under and around him as my senses drank his heat and his scent. With long, slow strokes I took and guided him in, watching his brown eyes soften and sparkle.
His breath was shaking and his stomach trembled. I gently squeezed his balls and sucked. Taking his cock still deeper, the veins along it began to buzz and vibrate. When I pulled him along, deep into the wet warmth of my mouth, along and on to the back of my tongue, he pulsed and swelled.
He growled and said, “Candi! Oh, baby!”
Then he was going over the edge, that was it. There was no stopping him now. I looked in his imploring eye as he plunged his rod into my throat. Straight away, bolts of pulsating tremors shook along the length of him.
Hot, sticky, salty jizz blasted in volleys into my throat, spilling up into the cavern of my mouth and breaking out around my lips.
Deeper, harder and faster he plugged, pushed and spurted into me. I gulped and sucked and lapped at every hot, spicy drop.
I hadn’t really been unfaithful to Paul, after all.
I mean, I had never meant for it to go that far with Tony and, you know, they say, ‘You were unfaithful if you were unfaithful in your heart,’ and I wasn’t. So, I wasn’t, right?
I’d talk it over later with Kaylea and Janna over a beer. Maybe not tell Suki. I wasn’t completely sure that I could trust her not to be sneaking off to Paul with it.
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© Alice May Ball, TzR Publishing, 2014
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