My entire body shook.
Slowly, he pulled himself out of my pussy.
“You alright? You’re shaking,” he asked.
“Don’t fucking…” I opened my eyelids in the middle of an eye roll and stared at the wall.
“Talk. Just don’t,” I sighed as I closed my eyes, exhausted.
He rolled over beside me and looked up into my eyes, “You didn’t last very long.”
I shook my head and opened my eyes, “Don’t…speak…to…me.”
He lay beside me on his side, looking up at my face, smiling. After a few minutes, I felt as if things were as close to normal as they were going to get. I opened my eyes and turned to face him, my face flat on the comforter.
“I got a question, babe,” he said softly, his chin resting in his hand.
I blinked my eyes and smiled, “Okay?”
“I was thinking about having my gold tooth removed and a real tooth put in place of it,” he said as he smiled and tapped his tooth with his index finger.
“I like your gold tooth,” I responded softly, still somewhat overcome from the earth shattering orgasm.
“I like it too, but I think it’s time for a change,” he rubbed his finger over his teeth as he spoke.
“Huh? Going to get you some Air Jordan’s too? And start driving a Mercedes Benz?” I chuckled sarcastically.
“Oh hell no. I’m not changing like that. I just. I don’t know. I want to look good for you. I been thinkin’ about it,” he pulled his index finger from his mouth and rested it beside his mouth.
“Well, I have a dentist that’s, well, he’s kind of into me for some money. I’m sure I can get it done for basically free,” I smiled.
“I can’t take you seriously all stretched out on that bed like that, let me get you undone babe,” he said as he rolled over on his back and sat up.
“No!” I responded sharply.
“Leave me. I want to stay like this for a while. I don’t know. I uhhm, I really like this,” I closed my eyes as I spoke.
“Just touch me,” I breathed as I opened my eyes slightly.
The final witness, closing arguments, the jury’s verdict, having parking lot sex, dinner with Michael’s family, a bar fight, and being tied up and fucked - all in one day. This was a day to remember, a day full of accomplishments. As Michael’s hand slid across the small of my back and rested on my hip, he pulled himself into me, resting his chest against my shoulder.
My eyes closed and my cheek flat against the comforter, I relaxed, closed my eyes, and got lost in the moment. I could feel his shallow breathing against my ear, his chest against my shoulder, and his hand gripping my hip.
Having his hands on made me feel complete.
Protected.
“You made me proud today, Vee. Very proud,” he breathed into my ear.
And with those spoken words, I exhaled slightly, filled with pride, allowed Michael to melt into me…
And fell asleep.
VEE. Climbing deep into the bowels of the human mind, determining what causes us to be happy, what causes us to be sad, and understanding why is a task that is not able to be confirmed with any degree of accuracy. It is and has always been a matter of opinion. I don’t particularly care for obtaining an opinion of what makes me happy or why.
I’m always certain when I’m happy, though.
I smile.
Michael’s hand was on the back of my head, his foot was on the base of my skull, and his cock was balls deep in my dripping wet pussy. The groan that escaped my lips sounded like I was being murdered, but inside I was smiling.
A smile that one person had control of.
The person that had had found an extra inch of cock somewhere and shoved it, along with the other ten inches, deep inside of me.
“I love fucking you, Vee. You know why?” he asked as he pressed my face into the comforter with even more force.
“Why?” I groaned into the comforter.
“It sounded like you said why. I’ll assume that’s what you said,” he grunted as he continued to fuck me as if he was on some form of a time limit - racing against the clock to get as many strokes in as he could before the bell rang - ending the fuck-a-thon.
His cock felt like it was in my throat. I don’t know who invented this entire head steppin’ thing, but whoever did was a fucking genius. Maybe it wasn’t for everyone, but for me it was damned sure everything I needed at this moment. I was helpless, and I was so full of cock I felt like I was going to explode. My calves felt as if they were on fire from standing on my tip-toes for the last fifteen minutes while Michael pounded in and out of my pussy.
“Because you know who’s in fucking charge. Now, remind me, who’s in charge, Vee?” he screamed.
“You, Boss,” the sound of my screaming was muffled by the three inch thick comforter that my face was being forced into.
“I like that. Who’s fuckin’ cock is in ya, Vee? Who’s?” he screamed as he pressed his foot against my skull.
“Yours is Boss,” I screamed.
I felt his fingers dig into my scalp as he pounded his massive cock in and out of my swollen pussy. Each stroke filled my body with a tingling sensation that was orgasmic, but not an orgasm. Whatever absolute idiot ever made the statement that size doesn’t matter has obviously never had Mike Ripton’s cock inside of them.
Size does matter.
And right now, as I reached climax for the third time, it was all that mattered.
“Oh my fucking…fuck me god…damn. Michael…I…fucking…ahhhhhh…fuck…I…ahhhh…love you,” I screamed as I felt my pussy clench into what was another mind-blowing orgasm that made my ears ring.
He didn’t slow down. In fact, as I came, his foot pressed harder against my skull. I felt as if I were being stretched in a wooden rack as his cock stretched its way in and out.
I was in heaven.
A heaven full of thick, hard, throbbing, pierced cocks.
My heaven.
My pussy was so full of cock Michael couldn’t have slipped one of his toothpicks between his cock and my pussy. It throbbed with every stroke. It felt as if it were going to tear open each time he smashed his balls against my throbbing clit. It was actually painful. A tremendous pain I now could not imagine living without. I bit into the fabric of the comforter as he forcefully pounded himself in and out of me and prayed.
God –
Please help me find the common sense to make choices to allow this man to become happy and remain happy, because I never want him to stop fucking me.
Never.
Amen.
I felt his hand release my head. As the pressure from his foot lifted from my head, instead of immediate relief, I felt disappointment. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted him to abuse me, own me, and make sure I knew who was in charge. This sexual position was a prime example of what it was about sex with Michael that I loved.
I felt him slowly pull his cock from inside of me.
No, don’t stop. Step on me some more.
His hands moved to my ribs as he twisted my torso, turning me over onto my back. I blinked my eyes as they adjusted from the darkness of being buried in the comforter for the last thirty minutes. As he crawled on top of me, I felt his weight against my body and immediately became pleased that this wasn’t over.
His right hand grasped my neck as I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my swollen pussy. As he began to penetrate me I raised my ass from the bed, allowing him a better angle of entry. He pressed his hips against mine, forcing me onto the bed as he squeezed my neck firmly.
I closed my eyes and got lost in the feeling of him fucking and choking me at the same time.
“Who’s in charge of this, Vee?” I heard him ask.
Oh God this feels…
So…
Good…
His cock worked in and out of my wet pussy as I began to focus on the feeling of his cock inside of me.
Slap!
I opened my eyes and lo
oked up, shocked. The pain on my cheek wasn’t severe, but the shock of being hit startled me. I blinked my eyes and looked at him in shock. His left hand hovered over my face.
“Who’s in charge?” the intensity of his voice sent chills down my spine.
Slap!
The sting of his hand on my cheek felt hot. I blinked my eyes and rotated my jaw.
Fuck yes. I like that a lot.
Slap me again. Choke me and slap me.
“God damn it Vee,” he raised his hand.
I remained silent and widened my eyes. I wanted to watch.
Do it.
Fucking do it.
His right hand squeezed my neck firmly as his hips worked back and forth. Aggressively, he forced himself inside of me as his left hand raised to the height of his shoulder. I raised my ass from the bed, hoping for a little more depth. Oh God, that’s it. Right….there. I’d found the perfect spot. I gazed down at his stomach muscles as they rippled from the motion of his hips.
And.
I saw the flash.
Slap!
And, like he’d pressed the magic button, I began to feel myself contract. This was going to be it. The orgasm that was going to end it all. I ran my tongue between my cheek and my teeth and closed my eyes.
“You are Boss. You’re…in,” I paused as I felt myself reaching climax.
“Charge,” I breathed as felt a tingle start inside of me.
A life ending orgasm started within me and escaped out every erogenous zone in my body. As he continued to work his way in and out of me, I felt myself explode. My eyes tingled as my eyelids fluttered. Deep inside of my pussy, I felt myself throbbing and tingling. I reached up and pinched my nipples between my forefingers and thumbs. Electric shocks zipped through my body from my pussy to my nipples as I pinched them.
“God…”
“Daaaaaamn…”
I opened my eyes and mouth, both of which were currently useless. I was incapable of speech and of seeing anything other than basic shapes and shadows. I blinked my eyes and attempted to focus.
“Please….don’t…”
“Move…” I said as I let go of my nipples and raised my hands.
As I covered my face with my hands, he slowly stopped fucking me. I felt his weight shift on the bed as I lay still and attempted to enjoy every emotion that filled me throughout the absorption of the orgasm that was certainly what I would compare every orgasm in the future to.
I felt him nudging his head between my legs. I opened my eyes to his smiling face as he burrowed between my legs. As the palms of his hands pressed up my thighs, I licked my lips and prepared to do my best to speak.
“Please…just…”
“Who’s in fucking charge?” he growled.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head from side-to-side.
“You are, Boss.”
“Don’t fucking forget it,” he said sternly.
“Yes, Boss.”
His tongue darted on and off of my clit as his mouth made a humming and vibrating sensation. I buried my hands on his head and held firmly as he licked, sucked, and tortured my pussy with his tongue. I lasted all of about fifteen seconds before I reached climax.
“Holy fuck, Michael, I can’t take it…” I complained as I opened and closed my eyes repeatedly, hoping for some sort of relief.
He looked up, his face covered in my wetness.
“Don’t take it. Cum,Vee. Cum on my face. Fuck my mouth. Wrap your God damned legs around my head and skull fuck me,” he laughed as he buried his face into my crotch.
Immediately, the vibrating, flicking, tongue lashing Lickle started again. His lips, tongue and vocal cords worked me into a frenzy. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his shoulders and lifted my ass from the bed. As he continued to suck and lick my clit, I bucked my hips against his face.
As I began to reach a climax of an entirely new level, I began to scream as I worked my hips against his face.
“Suck that pussy, Boss. Make me…..oh my fucking God…”
“Make…me…”
“Suck it, Boss…”
“Oh hell yes,” I screamed as I opened my eyes and attempted to stare at the ceiling.
Exhausted from my previous two most recent orgasms, I relaxed, collapsed onto the bed in a pile, and shook as I reached climactic bliss. Slowly, I worked my hips upward twice as he continued to force his tongue deep into my pussy. A tingling sensation shot through my entire lower region – from my hips to my pussy and back. I blinked my eyes and looked in his direction - uncertain of what might have happened.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” I huffed.
He held up both thumbs and wiggled them in a circle.
I shrugged my shoulders and turned my palms up in wonder.
I watched as he pressed his thumbs into the recessed area beside my hip bones and worked them into a slow soft circle. Immediately, I felt as if I were going to explode.
“Holy…stop…Jesus. What the fuck?” I yelled.
“The hip trick,” he chuckled.
“The hip trick?” I repeated.
“Yep. The hip trick,” he laughed as he pressed his thumbs into my hips and rotated them.
Instantly, I had a mini orgasm.
“Jesus fuck, Michael! Okay, off limits for a few minutes. I can’t fucking think. I can’t anything. Holy fuck. I feel like I’ve been in a car wreck. I need a few minutes. Maybe an hour or so,” I shook my head and did my best to laugh.
As he rolled past my legs and relaxed beside me, he turned to his side and smiled as he wiped his face. Slowly, I slid my hands to my hips and pressed my thumbs into my hips.
Nothing.
I shook my head and turned on my side to face him.
“What are you doing to me?” I breathed.
“Doing my best to love you, Vee. I don’t want you to ditch me,” he smiled.
“Ditch you? You mean leave you?” I asked.
“Yep,” he responded.
“Well, that’s not going to happen,” I pressed my elbow into the bed, my head in my hand, and kissed him on the lips.
“Not,” I kissed his upper lip.
“Going,” I kissed his upper lip.
“To happen,” I kissed him long and passionately, holding his chin in my free hand as we kissed.
As our lips parted, I looked into his eyes, “I’m here for a lifetime, Ripp.”
“Me too. And I like it when you call me Michael. Kind of,” he smiled.
“Kind of?” I asked.
“Yeah. I guess I like both. But it’s cute when you call me Michael,” he smiled.
“I’m here for a lifetime too, Vivian,” he said as he slapped my ass with his hand.
“Good, it’s settled. And I like it when you call me Vivian. Kind of,” I smiled.
“Kind of?” he asked.
“Yeah, I like both. And I’m here for a lifetime of lifetimes,” I said as I slapped him on the ass with my free hand.
“Speaking of here for a lifetime, you suppose they’re still here?” he asked.
“Who?” I narrowed my gaze and stared, confused.
“Nikki and Austin,” he smiled.
“Holy shit. I forgot about them,” I sat up and grinned.
“Me too,” he chuckled as he sat up and grabbed his shorts from the floor.
“I’m starving and my legs are rubbery,” I said as I attempted to stand.
“Who’s leading the way?” he asked as he zipped his shorts.
I pulled my shorts up, buttoned them, and zipped them. I pulled the dresser drawer open and grabbed a sports bra and tee shirt. After I worked myself into my bra and pulled my shirt over my head, I walked to where Michael stood and held out my hand.
“How about let’s go together, as an us,” I laughed as I held my hand out, waiting for him to hold it in his.
“An us,” he grinned
“Together,” I said.
He reached down, slid his arm behind my legs and picked me up from the f
loor. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, I sighed. There was more to Michael Ripton than most people would ever know.
And I was ready to spend a lifetime of lifetimes making him the happiest man on earth.
Effortlessly, he walked to the bedroom door, holding me in his arms. As we reached the door, he nodded his head.
“Get the door babe,” he said as he tilted his head toward the door.
I reached down, turned the door handle, and opened the door.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Ready?” I asked, confused.
“I suppose so,” I said as I looked around the room.
And as he took off running down the hallway screaming and laughing as he held me in his arms, I was certain. Absolutely certain.
A lifetime of lifetimes.
RIPP. “Now, you’re probably thinking that because I got you tied up on your back, things are gonna go easy for you. But that ain’t necessarily the case,” I said as I reached into the bag and pulled out the egg shaped vibrator.
She shook her head as I reached into the bag and grabbed the tube of lube.
“Now, we’ve been fucking for about an hour. Right now, you’re a fucking mess. I can tell, because you’re lying there shakin’. If you could talk, you might tell me you were done. But, you can’t say a fucking word,” I squirted a little lube onto the egg and rubbed it over the surface.
Holding the egg and controller in my hand, I squirted lube onto my fingers and thumb. As I knelt down between her legs, she began to groan loud enough I could hear her through the leather strap that covered her mouth.
“You bought the shit, Vee. I’m just using it,” I smiled as I reached down between her thighs and slowly slid my thumb into her pussy and my index finger into her ass.
“Your little ass is tight as fuck, Vee. Virgin ass. That’s a good thing. After tonight, it won’t be. After tonight, it’ll be my ass. The Boss’ ass. I’ll have you say that later, even though I won’t be able to understand you,” I smiled up at her as I slid my finger and thumb in and out of her ass and pussy, respectively.
Her thigh muscles tensed and her eyes closed as I fingered her ass and pussy. I felt her pussy contract as she had another orgasm. I continued to slide my fingers in and out as she convulsed on the bed.
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