Thrusting gently, his strong, hard dick did the stroking inside her, her wet cunt and tight muscles suctioning, frictionizing his sensitive head. Semen began to pulse in his testicles, preparing to eventually ejaculate.
He stirred her inside, curving the angle, always striking her spot. With his long arm, he reached around and took her clit between two fingers, kneading it, as he thrust with his pelvis.
The pussy fucking was slowly but surely getting him off but he wanted to finish in her asshole, he wanted to explode as those strong muscles gripped his dick.
He sawed into her until, to his alarm, he felt her cunt tighten around his penis beyond his ability to withstand, and he gritted his teeth and fought to hold on and not come, his muscles shivering with effort.
And then, her vagina quivered and he felt grasping, wet pulls on his cock as she bucked in orgasm. Some of his semen must have spurted when his dick and balls spasmed with her, yet nowhere near the full load. She slid off his sword, inciting another small spurt of his come, this his caught in his hand.
"Please, now I want the rosebud," she begged.
She stood up and bent over at the waist. He rubbed his semen in circles around the rim of her anus, lubing it up for his invasion, then he stood, his stiff erection at full mast, and gazed at her asshole before taking himself in his fist. Teasing the rosebud, he pushed the plum-like head of his cock into her snug, forbidden hole.
The first insertion, so fucking tight, and her hot body temperature made him wobble.
God, he loved anal sex so much. A most sacred union of trust between two people. He had even enjoyed receiving it once or twice in Whorehouse orgies, where bodies were free and you pleasured everyone as they pleasured you.
Hell, Warriors were the best cocksuckers in the kingdom, knowing already what was liked, and penetration from a Warrior touched every pleasure spot. A Warrior fucking you from behind and another sucking your cock in front was the ultimate orgasm. He himself knew how to suck a cock until it spurted from its eye and he tasted come.
He made small movements at first inside Burgeonie's ass, wanting to activate her erogenous spot and not harm her. And when he heard her mewling purr, he lengthened the stroke so her sphincter gripped his penis head on the way in and out. Now he could feel his semen pumping up his shaft, ready to detonate.
Burgeonie reached for her clit and strummed it rhythmically, the wet clicking sound from her vagina punctuating his stroke. He pushed two of his large, long fingers into her and sawed in and out of her cunt while he pumped.
"Ohhhh, yeah," he groaned, losing his fight with restraint and swinging his hips freely. "Can't hold on...feels too good... 'm gonna explode!"
Nothing felt better than a tight asshole clutching your dick when both partners came at once. With his hands gripping her hips, his lunge became more urgent, pulling her towards him while he surged forward on each thrust.
And, goddamn, he was going to come real soon. Like now, actually.
"Oh fuck, I'm coming!" He hollered, a desperate, guttural cry that followed his first spasm.
She gasped, both her cunt and her anus convulsing violently as his dick rammed the final stroke and come shot out of his cock in unstoppable blasts, creaming inside her.
Warriors tended to come endlessly for minutes, so he pulled out and jerked his penis off as spurts of semen bulleted out of the end of his cock. Every stroke, as he squeezed hard and rubbed all the way from the base to the head, spurted come in rivers.
He kept stroking while his balls and his penis spasmed, more of his seed shooting from the tip. His groans were endless, his penis vibrating. Warrior orgasms were earth shattering.
Minutes later, he slowed, still hard, semen dribbling, still rubbing his cock and jerking to the spasms. When the come finally stopped, puddles of his cream on the tiles beside the pool, he sat down and laid back, calming himself with masturbation, until half an hour later his penis went limp.
He looked over to Burgeonie to see her eyes wide in astonishment and her legs spread wide. She was rubbing her clit, and sliding fingers into her pussy. For a while he just watched her, legs spread enough that he could see her cunt hole.
She had pulled back the hood of her clit and was massaging circles over the swollen bud. Fingers dipped in her vagina, frantically banging, then more circles.
His penis actually grew hard again as he watched her intimate act of desperation. Apparently, the overwhelmingly erotic sight of a Warrior orgasm had placed her squarely in a state of orgastic need.
"Here, let me put it in you," Baynor rasped, his voice thick and distorted with returning hunger. "It's my turn to ease you."
He gently positioned her, smoothing his hands up her inner thighs and spreading them shockingly wide. Her vagina gaped beautifully, pornographically displayed before him, and Baynor was humbled by the trust she placed in him.
With a trembling hand, he swept over her glossy crease and plunged two crooked fingers inside her feverish orifice. Darting in and out, he stirred, swirling his digits in preparation for his uncompromisingly large dick. When she was ready, he withdrew his fingers, licking them clean of her honey, and knelt between her thighs.
Lowering himself, he guided his revitalized penis back to her crevice and jammed himself back in. Only a few moments of readjustment were needed before she urged him on. Baynor pumped his hips as fast as he could and watched her tight sex accept his pounding over and over again. His second orgasm was already on its way.
Baynor so enjoyed looking closely at the sex act. He had often watched, from inches away, while other warriors pumped their cocks into slick pussies. He loved seeing the cock disappear and the lips stretching to fit it. And watching himself turned him on even more.
Fuck yeah, here we go. He lengthened his stride until nearly the full length of his shaft pulled out from its home before plunging back in, and as spasms overtook him again, she orgasmed, milking every last drop of come.
His Burgeonie in ecstasy was all he wanted, all he needed for release but this time, his balls, almost empty, shot out in a normal man's load. He shuddered, feeling no less pleasure the second time around. It was just different. He felt love and warmth instead of ripping, animal lust.
As his beautiful charge whimpered, sated completely, Baynor gathered her in his strong arms, still erect and seated deeply inside her, he would be for some time before his manhood came to rest. He folded her in his embrace, pulling her in to the warmth and security of his massive, male body, and gently stroked her damp hair.
When it was time to pull out, she looked into his eyes.
"My Guard, my love. You can hide from me no longer. The laws that bind us cannot keep me from you. You are what my heart demands. I love you."
Her voice was barely a ragged whisper, but the strength behind it stemmed from determination.
Law or no law, a Bodyguard and a charge would be together.
The End.
Kiki
I first met Kiki in a youth hostel in New Zealand. I arrived late one afternoon at the hostel where there were several people in the kitchen, preparing an evening meal. I usually preferred Asian style food and so while I was travelling, I would prepare stir-fry dishes. I would pick up the ingredients, some form of meat and vegetables during the day. I carried oil and sauces in small bottles in my bag.
As I began to make preparations, I attracted the attention of an Asian girl who I thought to be Japanese.
She was about 165cms, very slim build, with black hair that had a fringe at the front, down to her eyebrows and half way down her back. At first She appeared to be quite young although I had a feeling she was older than she looked. When she spoke to me, it was with a Canadian twang.
She was interested in what I was cooking, scallops with vegetables and rice. She asked if we could share our meals. She was cooking a Japanese dish. I agreed.
She introduced herself as Kiki.
We shared our meal and afterwards, sat in the common room, talking. She told me
that she was third generation Canadian and was a Law student. She was on a break from university and was doing some travelling.
We seem to hit it off from the start and this little Japanese doll like female intrigued me.
As we were going our different ways in the morning, we swapped addresses and I crawled into my bunk. Kiki was leaving early in the morning and I did not see her again.
Several weeks later I returned home. Some time later, I received a letter from Kiki who had also returned to Canada. We continued this correspondence for years while Kiki toiled away at her Law degree that she finally achieved. I arranged for a bunch of flowers to be delivered to her on her graduation day.
In our exchange of letters, we were not what you call intimate although we did share some of our secrets. I looked forward to each letter from Kiki.
Several months after her graduation and two weeks before Christmas, I received a letter from Kiki, saying that she was travelling to Sydney during Christmas and would like to see me. I telephoned her and was provided with her travel details. I must admit I was very excited at the thought of seeing her again.
It was as if we knew each other quite well although our only meeting had been for a few hours, four years earlier.
I waited at the air terminal on the day of her flight and was very relieved to see her emerge from customs. And there she was, my little Japanese doll, as beautiful as ever. She had hardly changed since when I had last seen her in New Zealand, four years earlier.
Kiki was pulling a wheeled case. When she saw me she broke into a run and when she was close to me, let go of the case, jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck and kissed me. We remained in embrace for some time before she let go and dropped back on to her feet although we continued to hold each other.
When we had spoken on the phone, Kiki had asked if she could stay with me. I was OK with that. I carried her case to my car and we drove to my apartment.
Kiki remarked that she was really feeling the heat. When she left Canada, there had been deep snow on the ground with the temperature below zero. In Sydney it was 35 degrees.
On entering my apartment, Kiki gave me a repeat of what she had done at the airport. One thing I have not mentioned was that I was 181cms and Kiki was 165cms. There was quite a difference in our heights and size with me being 90kgs and Kiki, no more than 60kgs.
I offered to get Kiki a cool drink but she said, "Can I have a shower, I want to get out of my hot clothes." She was wearing clothes that kept her warm in Canada but were highly unsuitable for the 35degree heat.
I gave her towels and left her in the bathroom while I made some cold drinks in the kitchen. As I made my way from the kitchen to the balcony, I noticed that Kiki had left the bathroom door open. I could not see her in detail but could see the form of her slim body through the shower screen.
I watched her momentarily before proceeding to the balcony. Kiki emerged shortly after, wearing a short, loose. light blue dress. With her wet hair, she did not look a day older that fourteen although I knew she was 23. She was a beautiful doll like creature.
I was seated in a chair on the balcony, where other chairs available but Kiki chose to sit on my lap with her arms around my neck.
"Tell me what you have been doing lately. You have not been doing anything dangerous, have you?" Kiki knew I was a Detective.
I told Kiki, generally, some of the cases I had been working on, mostly fraud and Kiki caste her lawyer eye over them. She told me what she had been doing, having started work in the prosecutors office.
I could not imagine a diminutive Kiki, prosecuting a case in a courtroom. I am sure she would have to stand on a box to be seen although she was a very assertive female and more than made up for her lack of height.
After a while, I looked down and saw her eyes closing. I stood up with her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. As I bent down to place her on the bed, she said with a sleepy voice, "Stay with me."
I joined her in the bed and Kiki cuddled into my left side appearing to drop off to sleep immediately. I dropped off to sleep shortly after.
I awoke some several hours later with Kiki still cuddled to my left side. I brought my right arm over to find her dress had ridden up so her back was bare. I ran my hand up her back, not encountering any bra strap. Her skin was smooth and taut.
As I ran my hand up the small of her back, Kiki, keeping her eyes closed, cuddled up close to me as if to approve with what I was doing. She reached out to kiss me, saying, "Don't stop." She followed this with climbing on top of me, with her head resting on my shoulder. She had a very light sandalwood perfume which I found to be enchanting.
I continued running my right hand down her back and did not encounter anything. Kiki was not wearing any knickers.
In a sleepy voice, Kiki said, "Are you shocked? The weather is so hot here."
She had no doubt been aware of where my hand had been.
"I have been waiting for four years to be with my big burly Aussie detective."
Kiki raised herself up so she could access my shirt to undo the buttons to expose my chest. She dropped back on to me for a period before sitting up and pulling her dress over her head so that she was now naked. I was right in that she had small breasts but the sight of them surely got my hormones racing.
"Are you disappointed because my tits are so small?"
"No. I would not have them in any other way. They are beautiful."
"Right answer", and with that, she began kissing me again.
Kiki rarely wore a bra and later told me she really had nothing to support. She only wore a bra when working as she did not want to have men, looking at her bare tits, down her shirt.
Kiki got up and went to the end of the bed where she commenced removing my jeans, followed by my underpants. For the first time I was able to observe Kiki's diminutive body. She had pale skin without tan lines, carried no body fat at all and had a very small neat bush.
One thing I had previously noticed in many Japanese girls was that they had fatty legs whereas Kiki's legs were slim and well shaped in keeping with her slim body.
She crawled up to my penis which she massaged before putting the tip in her mouth. After a while, when I had risen to the occasion, Kiki moved up so she could straddle my hips before lowering herself slowly, on to my penis, at the same time, releasing a sigh. She then rode me although at times, we swapped roles so that I was raising her hips, allowing her to slide up and down my penis.
Kiki closed her eyes, threw her head back and began to breathe heavily, occasionally releasing a contented moan. At times, she stopped for a period, opening her eyes and looking down at me with a devilish look in her eyes before she recommenced riding my penis.
Kiki appeared to be content to continue riding me and controlling the fucking. I was quite happy for this to continue, listening to the contented moans from her.
With my hands free, I was able to reach up and massage her tits which appeared quite sensitive to my touch, but when I pinched her nipples, they proved to be super sensitive, judging by Kiki's reaction.
We had been fucking for quite some time when I felt that Kiki was about to orgasm. I had been holding back for some time and began to orgasm after Kiki.
Kiki dropped down on to my chest, putting her arms around my neck and holding me to her.
She remained in that position until I felt her relax and her breathing began to deepen. I slowly eased her body off me, although her head remained rested on my shoulder. I pulled the covers over her.
I lay awake, thinking about the events of the day and my linking up with my beautiful, Japanese doll. I looked down at her sleeping form just to reassure myself that it was not a dream. Kiki was certainly real.
In our whispered conversations later, we both confessed that we had been imagining such an encounter during the years we had been apart, although I had wondered how we would fuck, due to the difference in our size. Later, Kiki had told me to just go ahead with fucking he
r as she would tell me if any position was uncomfortable for her. I was very aware of her diminutive size and did not want to harm her.
I asked if Kiki wanted to go out for dinner but she said that she was suffering from travel fatigue, her flying time had been 20 hours with stopovers and she did not think it a good idea to go out as she would surely fall asleep. I had allowed for this and had bought ingredients to cook. Kiki had put on her blue dress, without underwear and had taken up a position on a stool at the bench in the kitchen while I prepared dinner. I must admit that knowing that Kiki was sitting there without knickers did keep my hormones on their toes.
I had decided to cook scallops so as to recreate our previous meal together and I also knew that my earlier presentation of this dish had gone down well with Kiki.
"It was your cooking which first caught my eye and the way you both cooked and ate with chops sticks. I was impressed. I can still remember the scallop stir-fry you cooked in the hostel. That was delicious. Would you like me to prepare some Japanese dishes for you?"
Kiki did a tour of my cupboard, noting their contents and then drew up a list of ingredients she would require.
The End.
Bad Girls Don't Get What They Want
My back arches as you grip my hair in a tight fist and shove me face-down in the pillows. Your free hand caresses my skin, your nails dragging and leaving reddened welts along the curve of my ass.
I can feel the heat from your body as you lean over me, still fully clothed; the rough texture of your jeans scraping against my thighs as you thrust a knee between them, spreading my legs apart. Your breath is warm against my neck.
"You're so wet," you whisper, sliding your fingers down over my ass and pressing first one, then two into me. I moan as your thumb flicks over my clit, pressing back against you. You let go of my hair and I push myself up on to my elbows and breathe deeply.
Filthy Daddy's Taboo Erotic Sex Stories Page 59