It might’ve hurt, probably should have, but he loved it.
“Oh shit,” he said just above a whisper.
I stroked it up and down, making sure to put emphasis on the upswing, fisting the head of his dick where so many nerve endings seemed to be. His eyes opened as he lit up and lifted his ass off his seat again.
“You like that?”
“I fucking love it!”
Our cart was yanked to the edge of the platform again. I pulled hard and as we got pulled in the opposite direction, I went with it, letting the ride’s natural movement do a lot of the work for me.
“Fuck!” he said.
I wasn’t worried about anyone hearing us as the others on the ride were screaming and squealing too.
As the cart tossed us back and forth, I vigorously rocked his cock, jerking it up and down. He moaned. I stopped jerking and dug my fingernails into the vein at the bottom of his shaft.
“Argh,” he yelled and we were whipped around again.
I wasn’t sure if it hurt him or if he loved it. At the moment, I didn’t even care.
His dick was dry and I suddenly realized if I hurt him it would make things suck terribly for me later. With that thought, I spit in my hand and wrapped it around his shaft. I stroked up and down, up and down.
As the ride began to slow down, I brought my hand up to just below the head and grabbed him hard. Without moving my hand, I put pressure on the head while I rubbed my thumb over the hole.
I thought he was going to lose it.
“I’m gonna come,” he announced.
I let go.
“No, don’t. Not yet. I’m ready for my next request,” I said.
Braden yanked his underwear and his pants up. His fingers looked numb as they fumbled with his belt. I wanted to laugh as I helped him fasten it. He was like a newborn calf with wobbly knees. I snatched up my bra and bundled it up in my torn dress top with my Skid Row memorabilia.
I took the lead and led Braden from the Tilt-A-Whirl straight to our next location. The House of Mirrors. Most of the people left in the carnival seemed to be at the rollercoaster or the Haunted House next door. The House of Mirrors was empty…perfect.
“You still have tickets?” I asked.
“I do,” he said, still seeming a bit out of breath.
“Then pay the woman,” I said as I nodded my head at the female attendant.
“It’s kind of a maze in there,” she warned. “45 minutes till closing. Don’t get lost.”
“Oh we’ll be alright,” I promised.
This place seemed to be a bit of a haunted house of its own with dark smoky rooms one right after the other. The mirrored ceilings and mirrored walls made us look all kinds of crazy. In some we were stretched out, in some we were chubby, and in some we were elongated aliens. I liked my slimmer figure in those mirrors but not the ridiculous stretched out chin, eyes, and forehead.
Imagine a skinnier life…but with an elastic face. I’ll stick with my average body thank you very much.
Even with so many of our replicas reflecting off the walls, we were alone. That was the best part.
When I saw a black curtain on the wall that could be pulled back to conceal us, I knew it was the right time. I led him to the wall.
“I have two requests left,” I reminded him. “I want to use one now.”
I pushed him against the wall and wrapped the curtain around us, just in case someone else decided to peruse the mirrored halls.
“Okay,” he said. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to shut the fuck up,” I told him.
I loved being in control on the previous ride and I didn’t want to lose that edge. I’d never been like this before and it was fucking exhilarating.
I dropped to my knees and undid his belt. I yanked his pants open, the button and zipper in one tug, impressive even for me, and pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
His dick flopped out and hit my forehead. Unexpected, but something I could work with.
“Whoa, are you sure that you…oh shit.”
I started by giving his head a little smooch. I licked it like an ice cream cone and then slid down along the side of his shaft, tonguing it without putting the entire thing in my mouth. I grabbed his cock in my fist to hold it steady and put the side of his head in my mouth, wrapping my tongue against the spot beneath it, and then pulling it out as my lips closed.
As my lips scraped his head on the way out, he rose up on his toes.
I moved his dick to the side and slid my tongue along the opposite side, tonguing it a little, giving it a bit of attention, but knowing that it wasn’t exactly what Braden wanted. He wanted me to take the entire thing in my mouth the way I’d wanted him to drop to his knees and feast on my pussy.
“Put it in your mouth,” he said.
I think I’d said the same thing earlier in the night and it didn’t happen right away. And it wouldn’t now either.
I cupped my hand on his balls while I continued to lick the outside of his dick. I held his cock up flat against his stomach and tongued his balls, flicking my tongue at them. I was impressed by Braden’s lawn work. He’d trimmed the hedges. He wasn’t bald, as I find that just gross, but he didn’t have Bob Ross’ fro either. Thank God.
I took his balls in my mouth, sucking on his sack as I once again pumped his cock in my fist. I jacked him off as I rolled his balls around on my tongue.
He slammed both of his fists against the curtained wall and then gripped the curtain in both of his hands.
“You’re an animal,” he said.
I liked that. Suddenly I understood Vince’s earlier chant.
Damn right.
“Take me in your mouth,” he begged.
I had him in my mouth before he could even finish the sentence. I gripped his throbbing cock in my fist, giving me just enough room to devour the rest without gagging myself.
And I worked it.
I put my lips over my teeth to protect him and nodded in and out, letting the length of his slick cock dive as deep into my throat as possible without me gagging. I felt insane with it in my mouth, like I wanted to eat it, to make him pay for all the agony and frustration he’d made me feel all night. I wanted to punish him.
I pressed up hard with my tongue, giving special attention to that vein I was so fond of. I rubbed my tongue against it the way I might try to get to the center of a Tootsie pop.
Then, just like with the candy…
Fuck it, I’ll use my teeth.
I bared my fangs and ever so slightly let them touch the flesh. I let go of my fisted grip and took him deeper inside as my teeth just barely scraped him.
He howled. He lifted off the wall and then crashed back against it, taking my face with him.
I reached up and grabbed his balls and rolled them around in my hand again. I grabbed his cock and lifted it up, pressing it against his stomach, as I went back to tonguing his balls. With my left hand I rolled them around in my fingers while my lips clamped open and shut and my tongue dipped in and out.
He was on the verge of losing it. I squeezed his balls and let his dick drop.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I told him. “Watch me.”
I reached for my mirrored plaque and held it under his balls, so he could get a clear view of what I was doing.
I put my mouth on his cock, slid back, and clamped my teeth down just below the head where I barely rocked back and forth.
As I fiddled with his balls and ate his dick, I kept my eyes on his in the little mirror. He looked like he was drugged, his eyes bouncing up and down. I bit down harder and his eyes shot open. His mouth started to rise at the edges, a smile that I knew was being forced on him. He was unwillingly grinning…and it meant one thing.
“Ohhhhhhh! Unnnn!” he cried out.
Then he came. And he came hard. He shot his load into my mouth with a salty vengeance. I thought I was going to choke. I’m not the kind of girl who hates come, but
I don’t think there are many who love it, so I had to will myself to keep stroking and just take it.
I thought about spitting it out, but I knew how much of a mess that could be for the both of us, and for some reason I just felt like the right thing to do was…to…swallow.
I know, shut up. I just said I’m not a friggin’ fan. I wasn’t rubbing it into my breasts and singing and stuff like the fake shit on porn movies but I liked this guy and well…I just made a decision. I swallowed. And I even cleaned him up after, licking it all. And to be honest, it wasn’t bad.
Call me crazy, but it kind of tasted like salty strawberries. I don’t know that much about him, maybe he farms strawberries on the side and eats so many they’re in his system. Hey, I’d rather think of that than any other alternative.
When I was finished, his hands gripped my hair and for a second I thought he was crying. Then I realized he was laughing. Not like he was making fun of me laughing but like he’d just done something crazy.
“You like that?” I asked, as I climbed to my feet.
He just chuckled, looking like a dazed cartoon dog.
“Good. Now don’t you dare say we’re done.”
We didn’t fight our way through the maze. Instead, we went back out the entrance. This time Braden was back on the reins. And as we left the House of Mirrors, he started walking towards the forest. He seemed hell-bent on repaying the favor. He grabbed the waistband of my dress and pulled me into the trees.
“Are we still making requests, Mr. DJ?” I teased.
“I’m fucking done with the games. I just want to taste you,” he said.
We pushed our way deep into the trees. When we were finally out of view of anyone at the carnival, he led me to a tree with a branch that was just above my head.
“Lift up your arms,” he said.
I did. He pulled the sweater off me and tossed it to the ground. My heavy breasts dropped out and settled there, just out in the open in the night air, the cool wind making my nipples instantly hard. I was completely naked from the waist up.
What the fuck?
“No, no, this is crazy,” I said. “I’m fucking naked, Braden.”
I realized I was squealing.
“Want to stop? I told you I wouldn’t make you uncomfortable.”
I looked towards the carnival. No one could see me. I looked to my left and right and behind us. No one was there. We were completely alone.
I was so nervous. This had been so much fun so far and I’d definitely stepped outside my comfort zone but this was getting crazy.
But my clit throbbed and my pussy ached. I’d done my duty. I’d taken care of him. Didn’t I deserve the same?
Hell yeah I do.
My chest heaved up and down as my breath quickened. I noticed my own breasts rising and falling. His eyes were glued on them. And that made me feel special. After all we’d done he was still horny. And so was I.
I reached down and yanked my skirt and panties off, stepping out of them. I was naked except for my shoes. Those I decided to keep on.
Braden just stared at me in the slits of moonlight that had made their way through the trees. I followed his gaze to my breasts. One was in the shadows. The other was moonlit, the hard, dark nipple just begging to be sucked.
My trimmed spot between my legs was also lit up.
He just watched me.
“Braden, come here.”
I was so horny but for some reason I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to fuck him too but just for a moment I wanted to be comforted by him. To feel for a second that maybe this was more than just sex to him. I don’t know what that was all about but I needed it.
He came to me and wrapped me in his arms. I buried my head in his chest and reached up to touch his neck.
“You’re somethin’ else,” he said. “Really, you’re on a whole other level.”
I didn’t really know what he meant by that.
“Braden,” I whispered into his ear. “I’m so wet right now.”
“Let me take care of that for you,” he said.
He looked around for a second then cocked that sexy eyebrow again and grinned that sly fox grin of his.
“Grab that branch,” he ordered.
I looked behind me and saw the branch just over my head. I did as I was told, wrapping both hands around it.
He reached down, grabbed my ass in both fists, squeezed, and lifted me up into his face. It was violent. It was raw. It was fucking amazing.
I threw my legs over his shoulders and held onto the branch. This was my man.
This time there was no playing around. He was a man on a mission and that mission was putting my pussy right in his mouth.
He moved his hands to my thighs to give himself some breathing room and put his tongue against my clit. The pressure made me lose my grip on the branch. One hand fell and I gripped his hair with it. That only lasted a second before I had to reach back up to hold on.
He balanced my legs on his shoulders, reached over my thighs, and found the folds of my pussy. He stretched it open and it hurt like hell but I loved it. I didn’t want him to stop.
“Yes,” I yelled.
With my pussy open as wide as it could go, he tongued my clit, licking it softly at first, rolling his tongue over it gently, dabbing his tongue back into his mouth to keep it wet and then going back to my clit.
I let go of the branch with one hand and slapped the top of his head.
“Faster, harder, don’t worry about hurting me just eat my pussy!”
He moved faster, flicking his tongue at my clit. It was on fire. I felt it burn, but it was a good burn. I wanted it to burn. I wanted it to be doused in flames and put out with his tongue.
“Fucking eat me,” I cried.
And he did. He moved his tongue around and for the first time ever I think I found someone better than my ex. Holy shit Braden was good.
He did something with my clit, put the small flaps of my labia between his teeth, and flicked his tongue back and forth wildly, holding the bud in place so he wouldn’t lose it.
And I lost it.
I cried out. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I wouldn’t.
I actually screamed.
And he kept tonguing me relentlessly. It started to hurt.
“I can’t handle it,” I said with a whimper.
And then he plunged his tongue inside. He fucked me with his tongue. In and out while one finger stayed on my clit, working it gently.
He must’ve been soaked but if he was, he was lapping up every ounce of me, drinking it up and the thought of that drove me even crazier.
“I love it,” he said from between my thighs.
And I believed him. He was working it like this was a passion of his, a skill he’d practiced getting right all his life.
He was a professional pussy eater.
He worked my pussy and my clit at the same time and just when I thought he’d done all a man could do, he stopped both. And he licked me from between my ass all the way up to my clit like he was trying to strip the taste off an ice cream cone.
Then he did it again.
And again.
I was going wild. I didn’t want him to stop but I imagined how good it would feel to have his cock ramming my pussy. His tongue suddenly wasn’t enough. I needed his dick inside of me. I needed it.
He found my ass. And he circled my asshole with his tongue.
My arms were getting flimsy. I didn’t know if I could hold on to the branch anymore. I was so tired. I wasn’t sure but I think I came sometime during all the madness.
Suddenly my hands let go. I don’t remember letting go but I did. And I fell. He tried to catch me but it was impossible. I was too weak and I fell like a bag of rice.
I hit the leaf-covered ground hard and got the wind knocked out of me.
“You okay?” I heard him ask.
I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t breathe. I fought to catch my breath. I was scared. Then, finally, wind entered and settled
in my lungs. I could breathe again.
“I’m okay,” I said.
“Good,” he replied.
Then he dug in again. He spread my legs there on the ground, stretched open my asshole and licked, letting his tongue roll around. My legs quivered.
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