by Alexis Angel
I don’t even know if he can breath like this, but it’s not like he’s complaining—far from it, actually. He lashes out at my pussy with renewed strength, ravaging it with each movement of his tongue.
I laugh and moan, moan and scream, my voice spinning out of control as darts of pleasure poke holes in my mind. All thoughts scatter inside my skull like fleeing mice, and I close my eyes as I start to hear the roil of thunder and ecstasy closing in on me.
“Oh my fucking --” I start, but my words fall into oblivion as fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, the fingers of pleasure reaching for me and smacking me so hard that I don’t even remember what my name is. Every woman should feel pleasure like this, at least once in her life. Being fucked all the way into ecstasy is the pinnacle of a wicked existence, sure, but there’s something about being eaten out until the climax… Especially when the man that has his mouth on you knows what he’s doing. And, lucky for me, that’s exactly the case.
The moment my back arches and my muscles start to twitch, Parker stops the erratic movements of his mouth and simply wraps his lips around my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue and amplifying my orgasm until it becomes so massive I feel dizzy and on the verge of passing out.
“Fuck… Now that’s talent,” I say as I roll to the side, sprawling myself on the bed and breathing so hard that it feels like my lungs are filled with sharp needles.
“Givin’ up?” I hear Parker’s voice, and I open my eyes in time to see him following after me. Kneeling on the bed, he leans into me, and placing his hands on my waist, forces me to roll to the side so that I’m lying flat on my stomach. He then pulls me into him, making me thrust my ass up, and I go on all fours.
“I never give up,” I reply, swaying my ass from side to side as an invitation.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Running his fingers up and down the curve of my ass, he then lifts his hands up, and I hold my breath as I feel the air moving around my body; he brings one hand down fast, smacking me across the ass, and I let out a wild moan.
“Your cock, give it to me,” I moan, still swaying my ass, and he slaps me across both my cheeks with the back of his hand. He does it over and over again until my flesh is burning up, and I bet that tomorrow it’s going to be hell to sit down. But it doesn’t matter; the sweetness of this pain is worth all that.
“C’mere,” he says, his voice barely a whisper, and pulls me into him. I don’t even have the time to exhale as, grabbing his cock with one hand, he presses its tip against my pussy and simply thrusts.
“Fuck,” I groan, curling my fingers over the sheets and letting my head fall down as I feel his thick inches finding their way inside my body once more. With his fingers hooked on my hips, he starts slamming his body into mine at a frantic pace, his thighs slapping my ass cheeks and filling the bedroom with a maddening song of flesh on flesh.
“I still can’t… believe… how fucking tight you are,” I hear him say between short breaths, pistoning into me with such a fury that every single cell in my body seems to be boiling. Opening his hands wide, he holds me by the ass cheeks and starts caressing my crack with his thumbs, running them up and down while he thrusts.
Gritting my teeth and struggling to get fresh air into my lungs, I feel my whole body tensing up and then surrender to that burning need to have pleasure consume me. Supporting myself with just one hand, using it to grab the frame of the bed, I take the other one down my stomach. Finding my clit, I press down on it with two fingers, and I start rubbing it with fast wide circles all at once.
My touch, coupled with Parker’s thrusts, brings me up to the edge of ecstasy... and I jump down off of it when he takes his thumbs further into my ass crack, brushing them against my hole. I come in a heartbeat, my whole arm trembling as I stroke my clit. My arms grow weak and, succumbing to that weakness, I fall head first into the mattress. With my right cheek pressed against the sheets, I take short breaths as sharp needles of ecstasy prickle at my skin, driving me completely insane.
“I… I want more…” I start to say, my body still clamoring for more. “I want you to take… all of me,” I tell him, opening my eyes and looking at him over my shoulder. “All of me,” I repeat, my lips unconsciously curling into a grin.
“All of you,” he repeats after me, his fingers once more on my hips. He pulls me into him and I go on all fours again, this time with my back arched in a rising curve as I use only my elbows for support.
Using his middle finger, Parker places it on top of my pussy, wetting it with my fluids, and then runs it up to my ass crack. He caresses it in a coming and going motion, never stopping over my hole, but then he halts all movement; he presses his finger against my asshole, feeding just a tiny portion of it into my ass, and I gasp almost at once.
“Oh God,” I hiss, already imagining how it’s going to feel like to have his gigantic cock filling my ass. The last time that happened it was such a strong sensation that I have no idea how I even managed to remain conscious.
Sliding his finger all the way into my ass, I close my eyes and feel my eyes rolling in their orbits, all thought vanishing from my mind as Parker starts flicking his wrist. His wet finger, coated with my fluids, goes in and out of my ass at a steady pace until, without warning, Parker simply slides it out.
He replaces it with the tip of his cock, pressing it against my aching hole, and I hold my breath as I feel its pressure. Moving his hips slowly, he offers me one inch of his cock, and that’s already enough for me to start moaning. By the time two more inches have gone inside my ass, my moans have turned into screams of pure delight.
I’m tugging at the sheets under my body, my fingers reacting unconsciously as my brain tries to process the avalanche of pain and pleasure that’s rushing into it. By the time all of Parker’s inches are inside of my ass, I’m screaming so loudly that I’m surprised all the glass in the windows hasn’t shattered into a million pieces. My throat hurts, my muscles straining to get the sound of delight up to my mouth, and I feel that sweet dizziness once again.
With his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, Parker slides his cock out of my ass and then in again, moving it in a gentle, almost tender, pace. I scream all the same, and so he just ups his rhythm, his cock coming and going out of my ass like a piston. He fucks me until I no longer can tell left from right, and then he just keeps going, completely destroying me, and every ounce of rationality that has ever lived in my mind.
Lacing my waist with one hand, he repeats my movement from before and reaches for my clit with two fingers, pressing down on it as he thrusts. To feel my ass stretched to its limit, and then Parker’s perfect touch on my clit… It’s almost too much for me. I hiss through my gritted teeth, let my head fall down and press my forehead against the mattress as I try to get the air into my lungs. I’m breathing hard, very hard, and still I keep on moaning and screaming, unsure of what I really want to do. And, to be honest, it’s not up to me anymore—or, at least, to the conscious side of me. I’m working on pure instinct now.
“H-harder…” I manage to say, somehow finding enough strength inside my body to thrust my ass back against Parker, impaling myself on his cock. The moment I do it a violent scream erupts from my throat, and I feel tears streaming down my face. It hurts, yes, but it’s the sweetest kind of pain I’ve ever felt. “Harder,” I repeat for good measure, and Parker starts thrusting so fast that I feel my conscious mind being whisked away by a whirlwind of insanity and lust.
I lose myself in the moment, my thoughts floating inside my mind like black swallows in the time of spring, and all I know is that I’m a few heartbeats away from coming. Time seems to dilate, though, as if each heartbeat takes minutes instead of seconds, but when the orgasm hits, it hits fast.
“OH. MY. GOD,” I push out from between my lips, these loud words feeling like smooth pebbles over my tongue. My insides clench and, even though my ass has tightened up around Parker’s cock, he just keeps on thrusting as the claws of ecstas
y dilacerate my already exhausted body.
I feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead, plastering locks of hair to my skin, and the saltiness of sweat and tears blends over my lips. By the time the final wave of pleasure recedes, I simply throw myself forward, Parker’s cock sliding out of my ass with a wet pop sound, and collapse on the mattress. I feel the sweat that covers my body soaking into the sheets, but I don’t even move. I just remain like that, stomach flat on the bed, limbs sprawled to the side, and breathing so hard that my lungs might catch fire.
“I’m not done yet,” I whisper, more to myself than to Parker, and then force myself to roll to the side. I sit up on the bed, and slide down to the floor, kneeling there. I throw one smile toward Parker and, without a word between the two of us, he climbs down from the bed and stands in front of me, towering over my exhausted body like a Viking warrior from the old ages.
My right arm moves toward his cock fast, and I start stroking him the moment I have my fingers curled around his shaft. My lips are pursed as I focus on the steady movement of my hand, and I lock eyes with Parker as I feel the first spasms running over his cock and making it twitch against my fingers.
“Do it… I want you cum all over me,” I say with a grin, and I’ve barely finished speaking when the first thick strand of cum jumps out from the tip of his cock and hits me straight across the face. I open my mouth in a wicked grin, more strands following after that one, and a violent shiver goes up my spine as the warmness of his seed starts cascading onto my naked tits.
He keeps on cumming for a long time; each time my hand goes down the length of his shaft another rope of cum darts out from his cock. Gushing a never-ending stream of cum onto my naked body, he lets out a groan as his cock twitches one last time against my hand. I peel my fingers off from his shaft slowly and bring my hands to my breasts, squeezing them as I move the palm of my hands back and forth over my chest, smearing Parker’s cum all over my skin.
Still in silence, he kneels right in front of me; he cups my face with his hands, and then leans into me, pressing his lips against mine. He runs his tongue along the crevice between my lips, taking his own cum into his mouth, and then he offers me his million-dollar smile.
I smile back at him and wrap my lips around the tip of his tongue, sucking the few drops of cum still lingering there, and then swallow.
“This. Until we’re old,” I whisper, pressing my slippery skin against his.
“Old and wrinkled,” he whispers back at me.
A perfect man. Amazing sex. Love. Happiness.
I have it all.
New York Daily Journal
New York City to Governor Morality: Fuhgeddaboudit (And F*ck You!)
All the politics, scandals, and dirt...just the way you like it!
New Yorkers delivered a strong and stern rebuke yesterday in what was perhaps the most decisive show of public opinion in the history of the state.
Assembling at a spontaneous demonstration in Times Square outside the headquarters of Kinky Amy’s, New Yorkers vented their frustration at a faraway statehouse attempting to legislate what should and should not be allowed in people’s lives.
Prior to the demonstration, the area was quickly becoming a flash point between New York State National Guard soldiers, who were attempting to execute a warrant to close and seize the assets of Kinky Amy’s versus the NYPD who had vowed to stand next to their Mayor and prevent this from happening.
Witnesses who were present at the scene prior to the arrival of the media describe a hair trigger scene in which the Governor was pushing for an escalation that would have surely resulted in the death of innocent people.
However, it appears that New York City’s own bad boy Mayor had a different plan in motion, summoning the press at the last minute to witness the standoff and lay the stakes out on the table.
At heart - a question of whether freedom should be curtailed at home by the people, or by leaders that live far away.
But the Mayor also revealed a deep and dark secret about the Governor that instantly swayed public opinion back in his favor.
So far in fact that the Governor has today announced that she is pulling out of the race for Senator and officially resigning from office at the end of the week.
But even her hasty resignation has not stopped political commentators from weighing in whether the Governor has run afoul of violating ethics laws that prevent personal vendettas from being acted out using state resources.
Judge McGill, the jurist who signed off on the court order to close Kinky Amy’s has released a statement whereby he lists a pattern of intimidation, extortion and abuse by the Governor towards him in order to preserve the knowledge f a secret child that he had fathered 16 yeas ago.
Indeed, many former aides, allies, and enemies have been coming-out of the woodwork in the last 24 hours to the media - recounting a story of a politician who wielded her power and influence to get her way and enrich herself at the expense of the public.
Prosecutors have not ruled out a formal investigation and this morning the FBI and Justice Department both announced separate investigations into the administration of Governor Kate Meelios.
But regardless of what these months long investigations will turn up, it is safe to say that Governor Meelios has effectively ended her career. She went up against the best New York City had to offer - and she lost.
It remains to be seen what the city’s favorite son does next. But rest assured, we’ll be watching. So you can keep reading.
Amy
Epilogue
“Oh God, I think I’m going to pass out,” I hiss, grabbing Parker’s hand so tightly that I might crush it.
“Take a deep breath, Amy,” he says, his eyes wide and a fearful expression on his face. Taking a deep breath, he picks me up from the bed I’m lying on and crosses the bedroom, kicking the door open with the tip of his shoe. “Get me the fuckin’ helicopter!” He shouts from the top of the stairs, and one security guard raises his eyes toward us, his mouth hanging open.
“Right away, sir,” he snaps into attention, picking up his radio from his belt and talking into it. “Chopper’s on the way, sir,” he tells us as Parker hurries down the stairs and leaves the mansion, taking me out onto the courtyard.
“What’s going on, sir?” The rest of his security detail rushes over to meet us, all of them looking around as if the mansion was about to be swarmed by gun-toting terrorists.
“I’m having a fucking baby, that’s what’s going on,” I cry out in pain, mashing my teeth together, and trying hard not to scream.
That’s right, after nine months of my belly growing at an alarming pace, I’m finally ready to give birth. Which, let me tell you, feels as painful as I’ve imagined it’d be. Or worse.
“Oh, fuck, where’s the fucking helicopter?” I cry out, both my hands on my overgrown belly. I’m cursing like a sailor now, but I don’t care. Pain numbs everything, and that includes all norms of polite society.
The next few minutes seem to take an eternity, and only when my hair starts being whipped back by the helicopter’s blades do I finally allow myself to relax. I’m hauled inside on a stretcher, and Parker follows after me half-anxious, half-excited. It’s not everyday that your wife gives birth, right?
Yes, I said it—wife. Parker proposed a few days after our showdown with my mother, and one month after that I was walking down the aisle in a wedding gown. Just like in a fairy tale. One of these with a saccharine happy ending. But that’s exactly how I like my happy endings, so don’t judge.
Of course, I never expected this part of my happy ending to be so fucking painful. The miracle of life, yeah, right. More like the extreme pain of life, that’s what this is.
Thankfully, Parker’s important enough as a senator to merit having a helicopter come and pick up his pregnant wife. Seriously, I’d die if I had to wait for an ambulance and then face the traffic on my way to the hospital. To say that I’m in pain right now is putting it lightly.
“Just breathe, Amy,” Parker tells me, and I can tell he has no idea what to do. And that’s probably why he went with that line guys use all the time in the movies. Just breathe, yeah, right; what the fuck does it look like I’m doing?
God, I really turned into a cranky wife, haven’t I?
Hours later, all the crankiness has vanished, and I’m back to being my old self. Except now my huge belly is gone. And I’m exhausted, completely drenched in sweat and wearing a hospital gown. But I’m cradling in my arms the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.
Natalie, that’s what we decided to name her. And, yes, it’s a girl. And you can bet that she’s going to grow into a strong woman who won’t take any shit from anyone—just like her mom.
“Can I…?” Parker asks me in a low voice, almost as if he were too afraid to raise his voice.
“Here,” I whisper, carefully handing him Natalie. He extends his arms, holding her as if she was made of glass, and then pulls her into his chest. Looking down at her with a soft smile, he’s a far cry from the man who stood his ground while dozens of soldiers pointed their guns at him. Parker’s the bravest man I’ve ever met, but right now, he looks docile and completely in love with his daughter.
Of course, I bet that his fierce side will show up anytime someone decides to mess with Natalie. Yeah, her boyfriends are going to love him.