Each stroke of his aching flesh filled her more deeply than before, stretching her further rand further around the wide base of his shaft. She could feel his throbbing and aching with each thrust, her thighs trembling as he continued to fuck her slick, aching pussy unrelentingly.
Then, after what felt like only a few minutes, he stopped and held himself perfectly still, buried balls deep inside her. Confused for a moment, Anne moaned softly as he throbbed and pulsed deep inside her, hot and hard; when she tried to move against him, to restore some of the delicious friction between their bodies, Charles’ reprimanded her with another swat on the ass.
You’re neglecting the soup,” he reminded her, and as soon as she resumed stirring the soup and checking how far along it was, he continued stroking slowly inside her. To make her job slightly easier, he kept a slow pace while she added the noodles, continuing to stroke inside her with long, smooth, deep motions. Each stroke of his cock inside her elicited a slightly different sigh, gasp or moan, and he relished the noises she made, an intoxicant to his ear.
“Keep stirring it,” he reminded her, “wouldn’t want those noodles to stick together.”
“Oh forget the noodles,” she groaned, but continued to stir the soup at regular intervals, knowing that arguing with Charles would be pointless; he possessed her in mind, body and soul when he fucked her like that, she would do practically anything for him to continue feeling his hard flesh stroking inside her.
By the time the noodles had finished cooking, Anne was on the brink of orgasming and Charles withdrew from her only with great difficulty. “Turn off the burner,” he held her with only the tip of his erection still inside her, and as soon as the stove was off he withdrew entirely to instruct her, “over to the table, love.”
Obeying him without a second thought, she crossed the small kitchen to the dining room table, and Charles followed her, holding her from behind so that they never fully lost contact. Gripping her firmly by the back of the neck, he pulled her dress the rest of the way off her shoulders and arms, leaving it rumpled around her waist and her breasts fully exposed.
“Bend over the table,” he growled; her dining room table was much lower than the kitchen counter, allowing her quite a bit more space to bend, and as she did so she felt her ass pressing back against the hard length of Charles’ cock.
“Lower,” he growled, and he held her firmly by the back of the neck, pressing her against the table; her cheek and breasts pressed against the cool wood, and she felt her nipples hardening. He released her like that, and she knew to hold the position. Then she heard him removing his belt from his pants and a moment later he used it to secure both her wrists behind her beck, leaving her bound and bent over the table.
“That’s better,” he groaned as he lifted her skirt again, first revealing her smooth, creamy thighs with her lacy black panties still between her thighs; then higher to reveal her dripping, swollen pink pussy and then the enticing curves of her ass and hips. Gripping her by the hip with one hand, he lined the head of his cock up with the other and once again began to slowly penetrate her, groaning as her tight channel gradually gave way to his hardened flesh.
“Oh fuck yes,” he groaned softly as he watched her pussy sliding along his cock, all bright pink and swollen, her labia puffy and her clit throbbing. Withdrawing the whole length of his shaft again slowly, he gripped himself hard in one hand, holding her by the hip in a nearly bruising grip with the other, and began rubbing the head of his cock back and forth over her swollen, throbbing clit; the blood in his cock pounded, aching and hard as he stroked her so intimately, the head of his cock rhythmically caressing her hypersensitive clit.
“I swear to god I’m gonna make a film of this for you someday, Anne,” he groaned as he brought the head of his cock back to the tight entrance of her pussy, teasing her with the very tip of his erection, sliding just an inch inside her and stretching the opening of her pussy. “You have got such a gorgeous fucking pussy, especially when it’s spread around my cock. Oh yes, feel me inside you, feel how hard you’ve made me. You want it, don’t you?”
“Stop teasing me,” she moaned plaintively, struggling against his iron grip in an effort to further impale herself on him. Charles was having none of it, though, and he held her fast, refusing to let her disrupt his agonizingly slow, pleasurable pace.
“You want my cock?” he growled the words in her ear, his voice low and nearly feral, “you want me to fuck you, to fill you up?” In response to each question, Anne answered affirmatively, but Charles continued to hold himself in an iron grip, refusing to give her more than the swollen tip of his penis. Anne’s pussy was throbbing intensely, dripping with arousal, the clear, slick fluid coating the head of his cock as well as his fingers.
“Beg me, Anne,” he instructed her, “beg your Master to satisfy your aching pussy with his cock.”
“Charles,” she groaned as he smacked her sharply on the buttock in reprimand, and she corrected herself, “Master, please; feel how slick and hot my pussy is,” she pressed back slightly and he allowed her to impale herself half an inch further on his cock. Her nipples were hard and aching, pressing beneath her against the tabletop, and she knew she’d have a red print on her cheek when they were done, but it only aroused her more, feeling the strength of his arousal.
“Tell me what you need,” he coaxed her, reaching around to finger her clit slowly as his cockhead teased around the opening of her vulva; “tell me, Anne.”
“I need you!” she cried plaintively, “I just need you.”
They were the words that had always aroused him the most, raw and honest, spoken by her when she was burning up inside, aching with desire for him and in need of him to satisfy her. Charles groaned, seizing hold of her possessively as he slid the entire length of his cock back inside her with a single thrust.
“Remember this,” he groaned as he slid into her again, withdrawing nearly entirely and then penetrating her slick and deep once more, “remember how it feels when I’m inside you, Anne, when I’m stretching you and filling you; I’m the only one who can ever make you feel this way. I’m the one you need, the one you want.”
“I know you are,” she admitted, the words coming out amidst a series of soft sighs and moans, “ooh… Charles please, I’m so close.”
The closer she drew to climaxing, the more and more slowly he thrust, until finally he was simply holding his cock, hard and aching, buried as deep inside her as he could go. “Feel me,” he growled the words softly, one hand gripping her by the hip as the other cupped her intimately between her legs; his middle and ring fingers sliding slowly over her slick, sensitive flesh, from where they were joined up to her throbbing clit and back again.
“Feel my cock inside you,” his fingers continued to stroke her, slowly and steadily, her thighs trembling as he held her on the edge of orgasming. Very slowly, excruciatingly so, he began thrusting again, continuing to speak all the time, “you feel how hard you’ve made me, Anne? I’m so close to losing it, the moment your tight little pussy starts to throb around me, I’m gonna blow my load inside you, you’re gonna be filled with my cum.”
She knew he was telling the truth, could feel his cock throbbing and ready to explode any moment, and as his fingers returned to her clit, stroking her and applying the perfect amount of pressure, a sharp, keening cry poured from her lips. Her orgasm crashed over her like the waves of the ocean bashing against the shore, rippling through her muscles; she felt her thighs contracting and spasming wildly as her vaginal muscles clamped down and pulsed hard around the length of Charles’ cock.
True to his word, the sensation of her pussy pulsing and throbbing around him pulled him over the edge, and with several hard, deep thrusts he also reached his orgasm, feeling an immense tension drain from his body as it felt like he expelled every ounce of energy left in him. Still entwined, with his erection gradually beginning to soften inside her, the lovers remained for several long moments, until Charles lifted himself away
from his lover, freeing her wrists in the process and lifting her gently off the table.
“You are exceptional, my love,” he informed her, giving her a light kiss as she blinked at him, still feeling somewhat dazed and lightheaded from the intensity of her orgasm, “I think you’ll need a quick shower before we eat dinner, however.”
She could feel his hot seed on her thighs, and a rosy blush spread up her neck and over her cheeks. Smacking him lightly, she scolded him, “can’t you let a woman make some soup in peace?”
Charles only laughed lightly, shaking his head, “not when that woman is you, especially when you’ve dressed so enticingly and I have such easy access to the woman I desire.” Pulling her to him, he kissed her soundly on the lips again, then stepped away, turning her and pushing her toward the doorway of the kitchen, “go now, shower quickly; it’s time to eat, you little nymphomaniac.”
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