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The club is dark. The heavy beat of the music resonates with the ache inside me. I can't stop thinking about him. About his words. I shift in my seat and try to ease some of the ache by rubbing my thighs together. He wants to meet in person. Do I want that? Yes screams my newly awakened body. No, says my sensitive heart.
I know this man will be able to destroy me. He will devour me. He may also make me feel more alive than I've ever felt before. Can I trust him? My mind is brought back to that night a few months back when a man called me, thinking he'd called his friend. We'd ended up talking and sharing thoughts and feelings, becoming sort of friends... and more.
Our conversations have taken on an erotic edge and I have told him things I never told anyone else. He calls himself a Dominant and I've revealed my secret desires about being possessed and devoured. Partly embarrassed, I remember how he got me so aroused just by his words last night, making me touch myself, making me tell him how I wanted to be taken by him. Hmm...
"Hey, Toni, are you listening to me?" My friend interrupts my musings. She is a gorgeous blond Barbie girl that always gets the guys to trip over their own feet. She's flirtatious and carefree. I wish I were more like her. Easy going and uninhibited. But I'm not.
"Sorry Trish, I got lost in thought," I say with an apologetic smile.
"I'll say! You're all moody and introverted lately. You need to get laid. Have someone fuck your brains out for a night. Get you out of your slump."
"God Trish, you can be so crude sometimes," my other friend Sophie says. "Just let her be. We can't all act like little sluts like you do." And then they're off bickering as usual and I can go back to my own thoughts.
My phone buzzes. It's a text from him: Can't stop thinking about you. About the little whimpers you make when you cum. Want to make you moan and scream my name while you cum on my hard cock pounding into you.
Oh. My. God. My pussy spasms reading his words. My hands shake while I type a response: Making me blush. Out in public. Can't really talk right now.
Chicken, I think. I put my phone away and try to concentrate on my friends instead. We're supposed to have a girl's night out.
My phone starts ringing. Of course it's him. I pick up.
"Hi there gorgeous," he says. God, just his voice makes my knees go all rubbery and my insides turn to mush.
"How would you know if I'm gorgeous. You've never seen me," I tease.
"That's not my fault."
"I know," I say, not wanting to bring up this argument again.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm out with friends."
"Trolling?"
"No... I... " I stutter feeling embarrassed.
"Only kidding T! What club are you at?"
"Not telling you that," I say laughing.
"It wouldn't happen to be the Blaze?"
"What? How?" I'm still stuttering, all flustered. My heart beats so hard I think it will probably explode.
"I recognize the music, sweet thing." I can hear the suppressed laugh in his voice. I'm starting to panic now.
"You're here," I squawk.
"Yep! What are the odds for that? Must be fate. So let's see... from what you've described of how your look like, I should be able to find you. Well, not at the bar. In one of the booths then... Got you, pet. Stay there. I'm coming for you," he commands me. And then he hangs up. He freaking hangs up! He's coming for me! Fuck! I'm really freaking out now.
I mentally check my appearance and feel uncomfortable. Trish talked me into wearing a short jean skirt, knee-high boots and a tight tank top. Not at all my style. I feel exposed. I would have felt more comfortable in my jeans and converse.
"Are you okay?" Sophie asks.
"No... " I begin but get interrupted by a voice I would recognize anywhere.
"Hi ladies, having a nice evening?"
He's gorgeous. In jeans and a tight black T-shirt that shows off a body no -ne would be embarrassed about. Black and red ink twine up both his arms and give him a dangerous edge that is so hot. My gaze rise sup to meet his intense green eyes. His hair has that ruffled "just-fucked-look" and I forget to breath when I look at him.
"It is now," Trisha purrs and does that combined hair flip and showing off her cleavage she has perfected over the years. My heart sinks. Now, he's seen her. Whatever always happens will happen and he will have eyes only for her. I look down at my bottle of beer. Peeling the label off to busy my shaking hands, I hear Trisha continuing, talking in her come-hither voice. I feel his eyes on me. But I don't dare to look up. Don't want to see the disappointment I'm sure to find there.
"My name is Mark," I hear him answer Trisha.
"Hi Mark. I'm Trish, this is Sophie and this is..."
"Toni," Mark interrupts her. I look up then and meet his stare again. Wow, this is intense. I can't look away. My mouth goes dry and my breath becomes shallow.
"What, wait? Do you two know each other?" I hear the disappointment in Trisha's voice.
"No, not really" I say at the same time as he says ,"Yes, sort of."
We smile at each other and my heart beats a little faster. He has the most dazzling smile that crinkles the corners of his twinkling eyes.
Mark sits down next to me. I can feel the heat coming off his body. He leans in to me and whispers in my ear "Just so you know. I'm not disappointed," and softly strokes one finger down my arm. I feel a shiver going through my body. How can one little touch affect me so much?
We sit in silence for a while. I'm intensely aware of him. Of his presence. Of his smell. He smells manly, spicy with a hint of something sharp. Motor oil from his garage? I watch down and see his calloused hand resting on the table wondering how they would feel on my naked skin. Suddenly he grabs my hand and tells me, "Come, dance with me." I can only comply, not wanting to disobey the tone of his voice.
On the dance floor he pulls me close, his hard body against mine. I breathe him in. He's intoxicating. The world falls away. It's just me and him. I don't know how long we stand there swaying to the music. Other people bumping into us. Neither of us caring. He slides his hand down my back, caressing the skin peeking out between the tank and the skirt. He looks down at me and slowly lowers his lips towards mine. Like I'm a deer in headlights that would bolt any minute. When his lips meet mine my world explodes. I whimper as he moans deep in his throat.
I can't get close enough, pressing against him. Parting my lips, inviting him deeper, his tongue strokes mine. He kisses me harder, letting his hands wander down to my ass pulling me against the hard length of him. I want him. Want him inside me. I ache and my panties are soaking with my arousal. He pulls away from my mouth and we stare at each other, both of us breathing hard. He bends down nuzzling my ear and says with a voice thick with desire, "I need to be inside you. We're leaving now."
That breaks my spell and I suddenly realize we're not alone. We're surrounded by people and I am embarrassed by my wanton behavior. This is not me. What am I doing? Seeing my discomfort he pulls me aside telling me everything is okay but that I have a choice to make. "Pet, I want you, you want me. Either we go to my place which is just around the corner or I push you against a wall and fuck you right here in the club. It's up to you."
Wow. I've never been spoken to like that before and I love it. Right now I would probably do anything he asks of me and it scares me and excites me in equal measure.
"Your place," I croak through my closed up throat. He smiles warmly and strokes my cheek.
"It's okay little one. I'm going to make you feel so good." His words and touch soothes me. I relax and feel safe. I know deep down he won't hurt me. As we pass the booth my friends are sitting in, Trisha smirks knowingly at me, but I don't care. The rest of the night is not about them. It's just about me and Mark and the sensations waiting to be liberated.
Mark holds my hand, leading me out of the club. He doesn't say anything and neither do I. My hand feels small in his. The night air is warm but I shiver with the anticipation of what's to come. We walk only for a little way before he turns down a side street and pulls me with him. He stops in front of an industrial looking brick building. I'm confused. What are we doing here? Maybe I shouldn't trust him like I do. Maybe I'm not safe. I let go of his hand and take a few steps back. As if he senses my trepidation he answers my unspoken question.
"I have an apartment above my garage. This is the backdoor," nodding his head towards the building. I relax again. We stand there: him looking down at me, me feeling a bit awkward. What is he waiting for? Has he changed his mind about this?
Then something passes through his eyes that I can't decipher. Like he's made a decision about something that I can't even begin to comprehend. His demeanor changes and suddenly there is something predatory about him. He steps closer and stops just in front of me. "You know you can say stop at any time, don't you?"
At my whispered, "Yes, I know," he grabs my wrists, pulling my hands above my head, backing me into the brick wall.
"You're mine tonight little one," he growls before sucking my lower lip into his mouth and then biting it hard. My body turns liquid. I'm putty in his hands. Keeping my hands above my head with one hand, he pulls up my skirt with the other. "Are you wet for me pet?" he whispers in my ear before pulling my panties to the side and gliding a finger through my slippery folds.
I moan. My hips buck towards his hand and he chuckles. "Someone is eager."
I want more and he gives it to me by slipping two fingers into me; slowly fucking me with his fingers, making me quiver. When he pulls his hand away I whimper in protest, trying to reach for him with my hips. He chuckles again. "Patience little girl," he chastises me, clucking his tongue.
Without taking his eyes of me, he licks his fingers clean, savoring the taste of my arousal before pushing them into me again, harder and faster than before. He kisses me roughly, making me taste myself on his lips. He squeezes my wrists hard. The pain on my wrist, his relentless fingers and the taste of my own pussy is too much. Hips bucking to get his fingers even deeper, I cum spectacularly over his hand, screaming his name into his mouth. I go limp and, without his grip on my wrist, I would've fallen. I stare up at him with wide eyes. Mouth open.
He pulls a key out of his pocket and reaches to unlock the door. That's when I realize we're still out in the open where anyone could stumble upon us. I blush crimson red. How could I have forgotten? Who is this wanton carnal creature? I don't recognize myself. Is this really me? He chuckles again.
"Oh kitten, I'm going have so much fun breaking you in." What the hell does he mean by that? He releases my wrists and massages my fingers. "Don't worry, you will like it. I promise," he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes before dragging me inside and kicking the door closed behind us.
We're in a mechanics workshop. It's smells like metal and motor oil. Nice. A little like Mark. He just stands there staring at me. I don't know what he expects me to do after my little slutty show outside. I'm not used to this. It's all new to me.
"You're beautiful you know," he says before continuing in a more commanding voice: "Take your clothes off, I need to see you naked." And, as an afterthought, "Keep the boots on."
I remove my skirt and tank top with trembling hands, fold them and put them on a table nearby.
"All of it, the panties and bra too."
I comply and stand there feeling awkward again while he gazes over my body. "Beautiful," he says again. "Just stand there so I can look at you for a while."
I feel embarrassed. And turned on like I've never been before in my life. Not knowing what to do with myself I look down at my hands nervously twisting around each other. I force them to be still when I hear him pull down his zipper and I look up to see him stroking himself while watching me. My mouth goes dry. His cock is hard and thick with beautiful veins. A drop of pre-cum seeps out and I unconsciously lick my lips.
He stalks towards me, still with his dick in his hand. Grabbing my hair in a fist he yanks me closer kissing me hard before pushing me to my knees in front of him. The pain makes we whimper but somehow also turns me on even more. "See something you want sweet thing?" I just look up at him. He pulls my hair a little harder. "I asked you a question. Answer it. Do you see something you like?" His tone is harsher now.
"Yes," I whimper.
"You want my cock in you mouth, little girl? You want me to fuck that cute mouth of yours like the slut you truly are?"
"Yes," I whisper breathlessly.
"Good girl, now suck it!"
I gently trace my tongue over his swollen head collecting my treasure. I moan when the taste of him hits me. He tastes tangy and salty. Like sex and arousal. I want more. Greedily I close my mouth around the head and suck. I'm rewarded with his deep groan and the tightening of his grip on my hair while his hips push his cock deeper into my mouth. He slowly fucks my mouth.
All I can do is try to take as much of him as possible and let my tongue stroke the length of him as he glides in and out. All the while he talks to me. Telling me what a good little fuck toy I am. How he's going to use me however he feels like. All of it just makes me wilder, and I suck him harder.
"Enough," he barks when I try sucking him deeper. He drags me off him by the hair. Then he strokes my cheek. "Another time pet. This first time I want to cum in your tight little cunt."
He grabs my shoulders and pulls me up to kiss me softly. "You are a wild one aren't you? I knew you would be." He turns me around, pressing me down to bend over a table. Stroking my ass. Squeezing it. And then suddenly, a sharp slap.
"Ouch," I yelp. "What are you doing?"
Trying to get up, he just pushes me down again, and holds me there with a hand in the middle of my back.
"You'll take whatever I choose to give you. Take it as a good little slut." Another slap. It hurts but the heat spreads, turning into liquid desire pooling in my groin. "I know you like it. I can smell it." He slaps me four more times in quick succession before pushing two fingers deep into my now dripping wet pussy. He smears them over my lips forcing me to suck on them. "See pet," he growls in my ear,"you like it."
Then he grabs my hips. Positioning himself at my opening he says, "Hold on little one, this is going to be rough," before slamming into me.
Oh my God! He feels so good filling my aching pussy. He's almost too big. It hurts a little but I don't care. It's been such a long time and no one has ever fucked me like this. It's just a few hard strokes and my cunt clamps down on him and I cum all over his groin. Shaking, screaming incoherently I grasp the edge of the table.
"Fuck," he groans, breathing hard and slowing down to keep himself back. I just lie there in the aftershocks of my violent orgasm; my pussy still spasming, my body trembling.
His finger play around my anus and I tense. "Shh, little one." He strokes my back. "Not today but soon I will take this as well."
Gradually he picks up his pace again, soon slamming me harder than before. And my pleasure builds once more. He keeps growling how fucking good and tight my pussy feels. How it's his pussy to use. His pussy to fuck, whenever he feels like it.
"Yes," I moan, "yours, all yours."
He's pounding me harder and harder all the while moaning "Mine, fucking mine" as a mantra. No, I can't take anymore. It's too much. Too much pleasure.
"No," I cry. "Too much."
"Just one more," he tells me. Pushing a finger in my tight back opening as he bites my neck hard. I cum again whimpering while he empties himself deep inside me.
We stay there for a while, just catching our breath. He lets his softening cock slip out of me and pulls me into his arms cradling me. "Such a good girl" he croons while stroking my hair and back. "So beautiful. So lovely. Utterly perfect."
His soothing words slide into my open heart. This man, this beast, has devoured me. Conquered me utterly. I enjoy the feeling of his arms around me, feeling completely safe and calm. Breathing together with him.
Finally, he stands, bringing me with him. "Lets go upstairs now, sweet thing. The night is still young. And I'm far from done with you yet."
I know this man will be able to destroy me. He will devour me. He may also make me feel more alive than I've ever felt before. Can I trust him? My mind is brought back to that night a few months back when a man called me, thinking he'd called his friend. We'd ended up talking and sharing thoughts and feelings, becoming sort of friends... and more.
Our conversations have taken on an erotic edge and I have told him things I never told anyone else. He calls himself a Dominant and I've revealed my secret desires about being possessed and devoured. Partly embarrassed, I remember how he got me so aroused just by his words last night, making me touch myself, making me tell him how I wanted to be taken by him. Hmm...
"Hey, Toni, are you listening to me?" My friend interrupts my musings. She is a gorgeous blond Barbie girl that always gets the guys to trip over their own feet. She's flirtatious and carefree. I wish I were more like her. Easy going and uninhibited. But I'm not.
"Sorry Trish, I got lost in thought," I say with an apologetic smile.
"I'll say! You're all moody and introverted lately. You need to get laid. Have someone fuck your brains out for a night. Get you out of your slump."
"God Trish, you can be so crude sometimes," my other friend Sophie says. "Just let her be. We can't all act like little sluts like you do." And then they're off bickering as usual and I can go back to my own thoughts.
My phone buzzes. It's a text from him: Can't stop thinking about you. About the little whimpers you make when you cum. Want to make you moan and scream my name while you cum on my hard cock pounding into you.
Oh. My. God. My pussy spasms reading his words. My hands shake while I type a response: Making me blush. Out in public. Can't really talk right now.
Chicken, I think. I put my phone away and try to concentrate on my friends instead. We're supposed to have a girl's night out.
My phone starts ringing. Of course it's him. I pick up.
"Hi there gorgeous," he says. God, just his voice makes my knees go all rubbery and my insides turn to mush.
"How would you know if I'm gorgeous. You've never seen me," I tease.
"That's not my fault."
"I know," I say, not wanting to bring up this argument again.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm out with friends."
"Trolling?"
"No... I... " I stutter feeling embarrassed.
"Only kidding T! What club are you at?"
"Not telling you that," I say laughing.
"It wouldn't happen to be the Blaze?"
"What? How?" I'm still stuttering, all flustered. My heart beats so hard I think it will probably explode.
"I recognize the music, sweet thing." I can hear the suppressed laugh in his voice. I'm starting to panic now.
"You're here," I squawk.
"Yep! What are the odds for that? Must be fate. So let's see... from what you've described of how your look like, I should be able to find you. Well, not at the bar. In one of the booths then... Got you, pet. Stay there. I'm coming for you," he commands me. And then he hangs up. He freaking hangs up! He's coming for me! Fuck! I'm really freaking out now.
I mentally check my appearance and feel uncomfortable. Trish talked me into wearing a short jean skirt, knee-high boots and a tight tank top. Not at all my style. I feel exposed. I would have felt more comfortable in my jeans and converse.
"Are you okay?" Sophie asks.
"No... " I begin but get interrupted by a voice I would recognize anywhere.
"Hi ladies, having a nice evening?"
He's gorgeous. In jeans and a tight black T-shirt that shows off a body no -ne would be embarrassed about. Black and red ink twine up both his arms and give him a dangerous edge that is so hot. My gaze rise sup to meet his intense green eyes. His hair has that ruffled "just-fucked-look" and I forget to breath when I look at him.
"It is now," Trisha purrs and does that combined hair flip and showing off her cleavage she has perfected over the years. My heart sinks. Now, he's seen her. Whatever always happens will happen and he will have eyes only for her. I look down at my bottle of beer. Peeling the label off to busy my shaking hands, I hear Trisha continuing, talking in her come-hither voice. I feel his eyes on me. But I don't dare to look up. Don't want to see the disappointment I'm sure to find there.
"My name is Mark," I hear him answer Trisha.
"Hi Mark. I'm Trish, this is Sophie and this is..."
"Toni," Mark interrupts her. I look up then and meet his stare again. Wow, this is intense. I can't look away. My mouth goes dry and my breath becomes shallow.
"What, wait? Do you two know each other?" I hear the disappointment in Trisha's voice.
"No, not really" I say at the same time as he says ,"Yes, sort of."
We smile at each other and my heart beats a little faster. He has the most dazzling smile that crinkles the corners of his twinkling eyes.
Mark sits down next to me. I can feel the heat coming off his body. He leans in to me and whispers in my ear "Just so you know. I'm not disappointed," and softly strokes one finger down my arm. I feel a shiver going through my body. How can one little touch affect me so much?
We sit in silence for a while. I'm intensely aware of him. Of his presence. Of his smell. He smells manly, spicy with a hint of something sharp. Motor oil from his garage? I watch down and see his calloused hand resting on the table wondering how they would feel on my naked skin. Suddenly he grabs my hand and tells me, "Come, dance with me." I can only comply, not wanting to disobey the tone of his voice.
On the dance floor he pulls me close, his hard body against mine. I breathe him in. He's intoxicating. The world falls away. It's just me and him. I don't know how long we stand there swaying to the music. Other people bumping into us. Neither of us caring. He slides his hand down my back, caressing the skin peeking out between the tank and the skirt. He looks down at me and slowly lowers his lips towards mine. Like I'm a deer in headlights that would bolt any minute. When his lips meet mine my world explodes. I whimper as he moans deep in his throat.
I can't get close enough, pressing against him. Parting my lips, inviting him deeper, his tongue strokes mine. He kisses me harder, letting his hands wander down to my ass pulling me against the hard length of him. I want him. Want him inside me. I ache and my panties are soaking with my arousal. He pulls away from my mouth and we stare at each other, both of us breathing hard. He bends down nuzzling my ear and says with a voice thick with desire, "I need to be inside you. We're leaving now."
That breaks my spell and I suddenly realize we're not alone. We're surrounded by people and I am embarrassed by my wanton behavior. This is not me. What am I doing? Seeing my discomfort he pulls me aside telling me everything is okay but that I have a choice to make. "Pet, I want you, you want me. Either we go to my place which is just around the corner or I push you against a wall and fuck you right here in the club. It's up to you."
Wow. I've never been spoken to like that before and I love it. Right now I would probably do anything he asks of me and it scares me and excites me in equal measure.
"Your place," I croak through my closed up throat. He smiles warmly and strokes my cheek.
"It's okay little one. I'm going to make you feel so good." His words and touch soothes me. I relax and feel safe. I know deep down he won't hurt me. As we pass the booth my friends are sitting in, Trisha smirks knowingly at me, but I don't care. The rest of the night is not about them. It's just about me and Mark and the sensations waiting to be liberated.
Mark holds my hand, leading me out of the club. He doesn't say anything and neither do I. My hand feels small in his. The night air is warm but I shiver with the anticipation of what's to come. We walk only for a little way before he turns down a side street and pulls me with him. He stops in front of an industrial looking brick building. I'm confused. What are we doing here? Maybe I shouldn't trust him like I do. Maybe I'm not safe. I let go of his hand and take a few steps back. As if he senses my trepidation he answers my unspoken question.
"I have an apartment above my garage. This is the backdoor," nodding his head towards the building. I relax again. We stand there: him looking down at me, me feeling a bit awkward. What is he waiting for? Has he changed his mind about this?
Then something passes through his eyes that I can't decipher. Like he's made a decision about something that I can't even begin to comprehend. His demeanor changes and suddenly there is something predatory about him. He steps closer and stops just in front of me. "You know you can say stop at any time, don't you?"
At my whispered, "Yes, I know," he grabs my wrists, pulling my hands above my head, backing me into the brick wall.
"You're mine tonight little one," he growls before sucking my lower lip into his mouth and then biting it hard. My body turns liquid. I'm putty in his hands. Keeping my hands above my head with one hand, he pulls up my skirt with the other. "Are you wet for me pet?" he whispers in my ear before pulling my panties to the side and gliding a finger through my slippery folds.
I moan. My hips buck towards his hand and he chuckles. "Someone is eager."
I want more and he gives it to me by slipping two fingers into me; slowly fucking me with his fingers, making me quiver. When he pulls his hand away I whimper in protest, trying to reach for him with my hips. He chuckles again. "Patience little girl," he chastises me, clucking his tongue.
Without taking his eyes of me, he licks his fingers clean, savoring the taste of my arousal before pushing them into me again, harder and faster than before. He kisses me roughly, making me taste myself on his lips. He squeezes my wrists hard. The pain on my wrist, his relentless fingers and the taste of my own pussy is too much. Hips bucking to get his fingers even deeper, I cum spectacularly over his hand, screaming his name into his mouth. I go limp and, without his grip on my wrist, I would've fallen. I stare up at him with wide eyes. Mouth open.
He pulls a key out of his pocket and reaches to unlock the door. That's when I realize we're still out in the open where anyone could stumble upon us. I blush crimson red. How could I have forgotten? Who is this wanton carnal creature? I don't recognize myself. Is this really me? He chuckles again.
"Oh kitten, I'm going have so much fun breaking you in." What the hell does he mean by that? He releases my wrists and massages my fingers. "Don't worry, you will like it. I promise," he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes before dragging me inside and kicking the door closed behind us.
We're in a mechanics workshop. It's smells like metal and motor oil. Nice. A little like Mark. He just stands there staring at me. I don't know what he expects me to do after my little slutty show outside. I'm not used to this. It's all new to me.
"You're beautiful you know," he says before continuing in a more commanding voice: "Take your clothes off, I need to see you naked." And, as an afterthought, "Keep the boots on."
I remove my skirt and tank top with trembling hands, fold them and put them on a table nearby.
"All of it, the panties and bra too."
I comply and stand there feeling awkward again while he gazes over my body. "Beautiful," he says again. "Just stand there so I can look at you for a while."
I feel embarrassed. And turned on like I've never been before in my life. Not knowing what to do with myself I look down at my hands nervously twisting around each other. I force them to be still when I hear him pull down his zipper and I look up to see him stroking himself while watching me. My mouth goes dry. His cock is hard and thick with beautiful veins. A drop of pre-cum seeps out and I unconsciously lick my lips.
He stalks towards me, still with his dick in his hand. Grabbing my hair in a fist he yanks me closer kissing me hard before pushing me to my knees in front of him. The pain makes we whimper but somehow also turns me on even more. "See something you want sweet thing?" I just look up at him. He pulls my hair a little harder. "I asked you a question. Answer it. Do you see something you like?" His tone is harsher now.
"Yes," I whimper.
"You want my cock in you mouth, little girl? You want me to fuck that cute mouth of yours like the slut you truly are?"
"Yes," I whisper breathlessly.
"Good girl, now suck it!"
I gently trace my tongue over his swollen head collecting my treasure. I moan when the taste of him hits me. He tastes tangy and salty. Like sex and arousal. I want more. Greedily I close my mouth around the head and suck. I'm rewarded with his deep groan and the tightening of his grip on my hair while his hips push his cock deeper into my mouth. He slowly fucks my mouth.
All I can do is try to take as much of him as possible and let my tongue stroke the length of him as he glides in and out. All the while he talks to me. Telling me what a good little fuck toy I am. How he's going to use me however he feels like. All of it just makes me wilder, and I suck him harder.
"Enough," he barks when I try sucking him deeper. He drags me off him by the hair. Then he strokes my cheek. "Another time pet. This first time I want to cum in your tight little cunt."
He grabs my shoulders and pulls me up to kiss me softly. "You are a wild one aren't you? I knew you would be." He turns me around, pressing me down to bend over a table. Stroking my ass. Squeezing it. And then suddenly, a sharp slap.
"Ouch," I yelp. "What are you doing?"
Trying to get up, he just pushes me down again, and holds me there with a hand in the middle of my back.
"You'll take whatever I choose to give you. Take it as a good little slut." Another slap. It hurts but the heat spreads, turning into liquid desire pooling in my groin. "I know you like it. I can smell it." He slaps me four more times in quick succession before pushing two fingers deep into my now dripping wet pussy. He smears them over my lips forcing me to suck on them. "See pet," he growls in my ear,"you like it."
Then he grabs my hips. Positioning himself at my opening he says, "Hold on little one, this is going to be rough," before slamming into me.
Oh my God! He feels so good filling my aching pussy. He's almost too big. It hurts a little but I don't care. It's been such a long time and no one has ever fucked me like this. It's just a few hard strokes and my cunt clamps down on him and I cum all over his groin. Shaking, screaming incoherently I grasp the edge of the table.
"Fuck," he groans, breathing hard and slowing down to keep himself back. I just lie there in the aftershocks of my violent orgasm; my pussy still spasming, my body trembling.
His finger play around my anus and I tense. "Shh, little one." He strokes my back. "Not today but soon I will take this as well."
Gradually he picks up his pace again, soon slamming me harder than before. And my pleasure builds once more. He keeps growling how fucking good and tight my pussy feels. How it's his pussy to use. His pussy to fuck, whenever he feels like it.
"Yes," I moan, "yours, all yours."
He's pounding me harder and harder all the while moaning "Mine, fucking mine" as a mantra. No, I can't take anymore. It's too much. Too much pleasure.
"No," I cry. "Too much."
"Just one more," he tells me. Pushing a finger in my tight back opening as he bites my neck hard. I cum again whimpering while he empties himself deep inside me.
We stay there for a while, just catching our breath. He lets his softening cock slip out of me and pulls me into his arms cradling me. "Such a good girl" he croons while stroking my hair and back. "So beautiful. So lovely. Utterly perfect."
His soothing words slide into my open heart. This man, this beast, has devoured me. Conquered me utterly. I enjoy the feeling of his arms around me, feeling completely safe and calm. Breathing together with him.
Finally, he stands, bringing me with him. "Lets go upstairs now, sweet thing. The night is still young. And I'm far from done with you yet."
Barbie
- 28.05.2021
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