by Dark Angel
“Come for me, Christina,” he says, his voice pushing me toward the edge. “Do it...Don’t hold back.” Just like that I come again, hissing through my gritted teeth as my body starts to convulse. I feel spent and exhausted but somehow I’m still aching for more.
“More…” I beg of him as he starts to slide his cock out of my pussy. “I want more…”
“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says, placing both his hands on my waist and turning me around. I turn quickly and, now facing him, our eyes lock. His expression is one of insatiable hunger and I realize that, from this point on, I won’t have to beg him to fuck me anymore.
Opening my legs, I lace them around his waist and pull him in; he comes willingly, offering me no resistance. Crossing my legs behind his back, I place my straight arms over his shoulders as he angles his cock so that it’s aiming right at my pussy. With a grin full of lustful promises, he thrusts, his cock parting my inner lips in the blink of an eye.
This time he doesn’t build the rhythm — no, he goes all in right from the start, moving his hips so furiously that it’s almost impossible to tell when he’s thrusting in or thrusting out. He leans in toward me and kisses me, his tongue immediately finding the way between my lips; our tongues wrestle against one another as our bodies move in a violent dance of sin and lust.
I’m not innocent or naive, and I have a fair share of experience under my belt, even professionally, but this...Oh, this is something else entirely. I’ve never been fucked like this, so hard that it feels like blue flames of ecstasy are licking me from the inside out, threatening to scorch every single nerve ending I have.
Somehow, David manages to go even faster then, his thighs moving so fast that it should be physically impossible. Taking his hands to my ass,, he pushes my cheeks apart — moving one hand slightly, he reaches for my asshole with one finger and starts to caress it slightly, my brain almost exploding with the sensory overload. His cock ravaging me, his finger on my ass, his chest pressed against my hard nipples...This is too much.
I scream like a banshee, the muscles in my neck straining to accommodate the violence that climbs up my throat. The moment he feels my body tensing up, he presses his finger against my ass more harshly and slides it in halfway, my ass clenching around it.
Instead of letting me savor my orgasm, he simply keeps thrusting, feeding one more inch of his finger into my ass. My hands turn into claws and I bury them in his back, hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t even register it: he simply keeps fucking me as if he needed to do it in order to survive.
Scratching his back, my eyelids droop as I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits. The pleasure that rages through me is so intense I still can’t believe I haven’t passed out yet. His cock flies in and out of me at furious pace, ravaging me completely as my muscles keep on spasming as if I were having a seizure. Riding pleasure’s peak, I start feeling another wave of ecstasy coming for me — two heartbeats later and it crashes against my mind, scorching all of my nerve endings and making my body go limp. If he wasn’t holding me I’d just collapse onto the floor like a used rag.
Somehow, even though I can barely feel anything aside from the fires of pleasure, I notice his cock spasming harshly inside my pussy. He’s on the edge as well, and it’s a good thing too — I doubt I could endure one more minute of such delight. Who knew that pleasure could ever be too much?
I sigh deeply as his cock starts to twitch uncontrollably, gushing his warm seed deep inside me. He stops moving his body as he comes, filling me up to the brim with thick ropes of white cum. He keeps coming for what seems like an eternity, gushing so much cum that it starts dripping out of my pussy and pooling on the floor at our feet.
Slowly, he pulls back from me and takes a deep breath as his cock finally stops spasming. He pulls it out of me gently, a shiver going up my spine as he does it. I lean back against the seat, tilting my head back and breathing deeply; his hand go down the side of my body and, when I open my eyes, he’s on his knees. Our eyes meet and a savage grin burns on his face immediately. Without warning, he leans forward, pressing his mouth against my pussy; reacting by sheer instinct I lay my hands on top of his head as he licks my folds, scooping his own cum.
“Oh, God…” I whisper, his lips sucking my folds dry. He jabs at my insides with his tongue, pushing it past my inner lips and using it to lick his cum. Pulling back, he goes up to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. He doesn’t say a word — he just leans into me with slightly parted lips, his cum making his mouth glisten.
I close my eyes as he kisses me, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. His salty flavor inundates me at once, and I just have to open my mouth wide. I take all the cum he holds inside his mouth, feeling thick drops of it dripping down my chin. When my mouth’s full, I finally pull back, my heart almost ready to burst.
“Swallow,” he says with a wicked smile, drops of cum still hanging on his lips. I don’t even filter his command, I just do it. I swallow every single drop of cum, feeling it’s harsh manly flavor burning down my throat. “Good girl,” he tells me, leaning into me for one final kiss.
Kissing me softly, he then pulls back from me and caresses my face with the back of his hand, his eyes locked on mine.
“I don’t know what the hell just happened…” He whispers, a tenderness in his eyes. “But this was…something else.”
“It was,” I nod, not knowing what else to say. There was a certain roughness to the way he handled me but, underneath the surface, there was a closeness that I’ve never experienced with a man before. It was as if our souls were bonding, as stupid as it my sound.
Oh, David is going to be the end of me. But he’s the beginning of me. He’s my everything.
“I love you, Christina. I think I always have. Be mine,” he asks again.
“Yes, David, I love you too. I’m all yours.” And just like that I know that Thomas has to find a new girl, because this one is taken.
David laughs. “I have a ring. But I can’t wait. Tell me you’ll marry. That you don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks, and you know that together we’ll be happier than anyone else can ever understand.”
Now, I’m crying. I nod, my vision streaking with the welling tears in my eyes. “Yes!” I cry out and I wrap my arms around his neck.
Christina
It worked. David’s plan really worked. I can hardly believe it, but this is real: I’m finally free to be with him, the man I love. No more stressing about Mr. M and David, about anything…David is Mr. M, and the man I loved has been mine all along. He wanted for me, he planned for me, and now I’m his.
David took me back the mansion where my fantasy with Mr. M began, but that night after my first John and I FaceTimed David, well, that’s when we went from a stepmother and stepson that had very inappropriate sex to the people who had very filthy sex but started to fall in love.
We can’t get to the bedroom fast enough. We’re finally there, we are both ready to pounce each other.
My hands on his chest, I push him back until his knees meet the edge of the bed. I force him to lie down, and then I climb on top of him, moving like a cat. Barely capable of thinking straight, I can’t tell if because of how happy I am…or how wet—I lean in, pressing my lips against his and kissing him softly.
“You’re mine now, David,” I purr into him, running my fingers over his chest, his tight shirt delineating the contour of his muscles. One hand on my face, he smiles, allowing his fingers to roam over to my neck and then tangles them in my hair. He yanks, forcing my head back.
“You’re mine too…Forever,” he says, craning his neck and placing his mouth on my cleavage, his lips softly brushing against the soft skin there.
“Is my little boy turning into a man?” I tease him, locking eyes with him.
“He is. You made me into one.” With that, he pushes the straps of my dress down my shoulders, baring my black lace bra. Hooking his fingers on one cup, he tugs it down, my hard nipple jumping into si
ght. Before I can prepare for it, he presses his mouth there, his lips wrapped tight around my hard rosy tip.
“Mm,” I purr, a tickling sensation of delight under my skin. “I have a surprise for you…” I whisper, grinning wickedly. Oh, he has no idea what I have in store for him.
“I like surprises,” he says, his fingers squeezing my half-naked breast.
“Then close your eyes.” He does so dutifully, that delicious smile of his almost making my heart melt. I climb down from the bed and reach for my purse; I open it and take something from the inside: something metallic and shiny. Yes, if you were thinking “handcuffs,” you guessed right. They clink against one another, the low sound making him raise his eyebrows, but he remains faithful to what I told him and doesn’t open his eyes.
I go back to him, sitting on his lap and straddling him.
“Put your arms up,” I tell him, and he does it dutifully. Before he has the time to react, I hold my breath and move as fast as I can, closing the metallic brace around his wrist and locking the other end on the bedpost. He opens his eyes almost immediately.
“What is this?” he asks me, trying to push against the locked handcuffs. “You’re a wicked one, aren’t you?”
“You can’t imagine how wicked.” I place the other handcuff on him, locking it on the bed. I finally look down at him, taking in the scene; here he is, unable to move and escape…Mine to do as I please.
“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you once I’m out of these handcuffs,” he tells me, my pussy growing wet at his words. It almost makes me want to let him go right away, but I hold strong.
“Oh, is that so? And who says I’m ever letting you get out? I might just keep you here forever, mine to use and abuse…” I continue, placing my fingers on the collar of his shirt as I slowly start to unbutton his shirt, revealing his hard pectorals.
“Doesn’t sound that bad to me,” he shoots back. I can already feel his cock growing hard under me, straining against his pants. Feeling his hardness, I start a slight sway, moving my hips as I rub my crotch against his.
His shirt finally open, I lean in, my lips pressed against his neck. I start kissing him in a downward line, my mouth traveling down to his chest. I part my lips and let my tongue out, lapping at his nipples while I let my hands wander over to his belt; I unbuckle it, unzipping his fly immediately after, and continue kissing him down his chest. My tongue runs over his abs dutifully, their hard contour enough to make me go mad.
When I get close to the hem of his boxer briefs, I lay gentle kisses around it, my eyes darting to the thick shape tenting his underwear.
“Is this for me?” I ask him, running the tip of my index finger over his member.
“Just for you,” he tells me, grinning. The moment his words hit me, I curl my fingers around his cock, gripping it harshly.
“It better be,” I tease him. “Because I’m insatiable...And I don’t like to share.”
In response, his cock pulses firmly against the palm of my hand. I start to stroke him over the fabric of his boxers, my eyes locked on his.
“Insatiable works for me,” he chuckles, his arms unconsciously moving as he tries to reach for me, but the handcuffs keep him in place. I raise my eyebrows at him, biting my lower lip in a teasing way; I let go of his cock then, and start pushing his pants down. When they reach his ankles, I take off his shoes and socks, and then take his trousers out. My hands run back up his legs until they’re over his boxers again, his cock pulsing under the fabric. I almost pull his underwear down, but I decide against it—first I have to drive him insane…I want him aching and burning for my touch.
I stand up on top of the bed, each of my feet on the side of his waist. Unblinking, I push my dress down to my waist and then I unclasp my bra, pulling its straps down. The cups droop over my tits and I take my fingers there; I take my time as I pull them down, his hungry eyes widening as both my breasts come into sight.
Throwing the bra on top of his bare chest, I push my dress further down, making it slide down my legs. I kick it off, my heart beating fast as his eyes take in my almost naked figure. They widen even more as he glances over my tiny lace thong, and I can feel him mentally ripping it out of my body.
Sitting down on top of him, I place my crotch right above his. I rest my hands on his chest and then start to sway my hips, moving them back and forth and stroking his cock over his boxers. I feel it hardening even more, and I start becoming desperate to have him inside of me…To be on all fours while he fucks me, to be stretched wide by his huge member…But there’s time for everything. Right now, I’m under the spotlight and it’s my turn to shine.
I grind against him harder, moving my hips ferociously; I lean into him, kissing him as I move. I wonder if I’d be able to make him come just like this, but I don’t have the mental fortitude to remain in this position for that long...So, feeling his cock pulsing against my pussy, I go lower on his body, hooking my fingers on his boxers; I tug them down his legs and throw them somewhere far off in the room. Sliding my hands from his ankles to his thighs, I lean into him, my eyes locked on his as my lips reach for his cock. I stop right before my mouth is on him, my smile turning into a grin of wickedness.
“Come on…” he groans, his cock jerking.
“Maybe I’ll make you beg...Maybe I’ll drive you crazy until you can’t take it anymore.” I love teasing him. I just do, one look into his eyes and I can almost see the flames of desire there, bright and wild and threatening to consume whatever’s in their way.
“Fucking hell…” he sighs, closing his eyes; I take the chance and, as soon as his eyes are shut, I grab his cock and keep it in place as I roll my lips down his shaft. Twirling my tongue around it, I go as deep as I can; only stopping when his glans is pressed tight against the back of my throat. Going back up, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, ravaging his cock with my mouth. “So…fucking good…” He says, the words hanging heavily in the air.
His words make me go even harder, and I cup his balls with one hand, massaging them gently and feeling their weight against my open palm. Warm and heavy, they are busy with his seed, and I can’t help but be impressed by the amount of cum they always manage to produce. Sliding my mouth back out, I lick his whole length and then position myself better. Grabbing his cock, I point it upward, lift my hips up, and then start easing myself down. His glans brushing against my thong, I flick it to the side and let it press against my folds. I hold my position—once again, he strains against the handcuffs, desperate to grab me and impale me on his cock. But I’m holding all the cards here, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
“See? I can do it too…” I say with a grin, slowly allowing one inch of him inside of me. My heart is racing like mad, and I know my words are hollow: I’m not teasing him as much as I’m teasing myself. So I do the only thing I can, which is going down as fast as I can, his cock pushing past my inner lips and lodging itself inside my pussy. A moan tumbles out of my lips as I feel his thickness straining against my inner walls, my body allowing instinct to sit behind the steering wheel—without bothering with the build up, I start swaying my hips back and forth, his shaft massaging my insides as I go.
Throwing my head back, I slide one hand down my chest and place two fingers over my clit, rubbing it as I fuck him. It feels good to say it; I’m fucking him...It’s so easy to get lost in the semantics, but this time it means I’m the one in charge. It makes sense, really; I’m the older one in this room. God, just thinking of it is enough to make me squirm.
“Harder,” he groans, gritting his teeth and trying to thrust at me. I obey dutifully, raising my hips and letting them down in a flurry of movement, jumping up and down on his cock. My ass is bouncing and slapping his legs, and the more I do it the faster my fingers start to rub on my clit.
It doesn’t take long for my muscles to tire out, but I just ignore it; it’s still early, and there’s lots to be done. Screw exhaustion. I push through the pain and
only stop when my body starts to tremble, the spark of delight igniting inside of me. My hands start to twitch and I press my fingers against my clit, holding them there as I let out one loud moan. I close my eyes, savoring what I’m sure is just going to be the first orgasm of many. Really, I’ve been with David so many times, and I never came just once...God, I knew about multiple orgasms and sex marathons, but this is on a whole different level. Welcome to the Sex Olympics, I’m the reigning champion.
Breathing out heavily, I let ecstasy rage through me until it finally subsides, leaving that pleasant tingling feeling inside of me. Raising my hips, I slide his cock out and move my body back. He’s looking at me expectantly and, while I think of what my next move is going to be, my body reacts of its own accord.
I lean in, my lips parting as I take my mouth to his cock once more. I want to feel my scent on his cock, his shaft wet with my fluids...And that’s exactly what I do: my mouth open wide, I take his whole shaft inside my back, rolling my lips back as I suck him. The sweet scent of my pussy is coating his hard member, and that just makes me lose it completely; I start sucking and licking as if I were possessed, desire blanketing my mind and pushing all other thoughts away.
Driven mad by pleasure, I take his cock out of my mouth, wanting to feel him once more inside of me. I mean, here is, handcuffed to the bed; it’d be a shame if I didn’t use his cock as much as I want, for as long as I want. I stand up and turn around, my back to him as I ease myself down over his cock; squatting over his waist, I grab his cock and point it up at my pussy. I could take my thong off, but I don’t want to waste any time with that; I just flick it to the side again. This time I don’t bother with the teasing; I just guide his thick hard member inside of me. I squat down, my body swaying as I drive his cock to the hidden depths inside of me.
Jumping up and down, I let myself be pulled into oblivion. I see nothing, I hear nothing. All there is in the universe is his cock, my pussy lips wrapped around it. I bounce on him for as long as I can, losing all notion of time. Really, I don’t know how much time has passed, if one minute or one hour...All I know is that I feel pleasure pooling around the edges of my mind, threatening to overtake me completely. Knowing that I’m close, I start to go even faster, jumping head first into an ocean of mind-bending ecstasy.