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Girlfriend on Loan
Part Three
The Main Course
Truth be told I’ve always been like this, I’ve always loved to tease and it’s not like I didn’t warn her. I’m like a cat, a Cheshire Cat, I like to play with my food before I devour it, if I choose to devour it. Sometimes I like to tease my prey just for the fun of it. I can't help it, I was born that way, it’s instinct. It is very cruel but afterwards I am always forgiven for how can you stay mad at me with my silver tongue and a cheeky grin? It’s just a game to me, I mean no real harm. Some cats like mice, this cat enjoys pussy. Don’t pity them it’s actually beneficial for my victim to be teased before I eat them alive, the relief all the more powerful when I put them out of their misery and give them ‘La Petite Mort’.
Forgive the cliché analogy but for me sex is like a slice delicious hot gooey chocolate fudge cake. Some people go for quantity, buying lots of cheap frozen portions each one identical and prepared in advance, ready made and very convenient you can even eat them frozen if you can’t wait for them to defrost. But the best cake is hand made by someone who knows what they are doing, hot and fresh out of the oven. Warm and full of hot melted chocolate sauce. So soft and moist that your fork penetrates the surface and glides through the body effortlessly as it’s thick gooey sauce oozes from it’s centre like melted wax. Only the finest ingredients should be used, every detail precise and timed to perfection.
Some people lack discipline, too easy to please they just buy ready made food, heat it up in the microwave (or perhaps not even bothering to do that) they just consume it, the pleasure over in minutes, seconds even! I am a connoisseur, for me the experience begins not when the food touches my tongue but much much earlier. For me the experience begins long before I even lay eyes upon my dessert, in the market buying the ingredients. Choosing ingredients that taste the best, preparing the food exactly how I like it. The constant sense of anticipation from the moment I buy ingredients knowing that they are the best to the last satisfying bite that makes you want to lick the plate. When it’s that good you know it’s worth waiting for. You get what you put in, for example the sauce, you can either use cheap oily supermarket own brand chocolate that is a nightmare to make anything decent with or you can use fine expensive chocolate, a pleasure to work with and you can taste the difference.
The fact of the matter is the analogy works perfectly, it frills me to blindfold a woman and feed her fresh warm gooey chocolate fudge cake just as much as it would to blindfold her and kiss her body all over. The responses are the same, the anticipation, the way it engages all five senses, all the same. It pleases me to see her skin swarm with goose bumps, the hairs stand at the back of her neck. It begins the moment she walks through the door and we embrace each other, the smell of freshly baked cake radiating from the oven and the fragrance of my body against hers. Even the sound the fork makes as it slices through the cake and hits the plate, echoing through the room can be compared to the sound as I pop the hooks of her bra, you can feel the tension.
It continues as we look into each other’s eyes, that dreamy look that says ‘I want to taste you’ just before I put the blindfold on. sauce starts to drip onto he plate as her mouth waters making the smooth surface sticky. It continues as you devour it, the moist spongy feeling as it touches your mouth, the way you lick the hot sticky substance off your lips, the way it seems to melt in your mouth, the taste. Am I talking about the cake or oral pleasure?!! I live to make people feel like that, it is an honour, the trust invested in me when she lets me do anything I want with her body. Brutal as I can be I always make sure that I am a good return on her investment. Like cake such decadence like blindfolds should be a special treat to be appreciated only occasionally, other joys can be pursued in the mean time so that each pleasure can be enjoyed to the fullest, C’est la Vie! Such is my life. After all good things come to those who wait.
I stand in front of her as she lays on her back, legs parted. I can see how much she wants it, her lips full, her chest rises and falls deeply, her pupils are dilated and she bites her lip as I gently massage her sweet ruby the tip of my rod. I can hear her lips smack and tack and squelch as I almost absent mildly tease her, a huge menacing grin on my face. “Ooohhh please!” She begs. If she wants it that much why hasn’t she just grabbed it and popped it inside her I wonder. Perhaps she knows that wont let her, maybe she knows that deep down I want to have her just as much as she wants me inside her, perhaps even more. Maybe she knows that if she tries anything I will stop her and make the torture last even longer!
I keep rubbing, her soft lips feel so good it feels as though is I was to rub her for long long enough that I might spurt my warm man juice all over her hot body without even entering her. She has already beaten me to it by the looks of the wet patch beneath her bottom on the sheets anyway. I keep going for a while, hypnotized by the seductive way she rolls her hips like a snake, rubbing my shaft up and down, kissing it and coating my juicy sausage in her hot melted butter. I go a little faster and she starts to groan again, arching her back as if I were stroking her with a cattle prod. I decide that the oven is hot enough and I force my bread roll inside her right the way up to the back of the oven. Her groan becomes a very loud moan as if my shaft were a knife and I were penetrating her with my sharp point very slowly. I lean forward a little and wrap my hand around her mouth to silence her. It feels so good inside her, it takes my breath away and I can’t help but let out a little quiet groan myself.
I begin to gently work my way in and out of her tight snatch. It feels so good, I just want to pound her but I will need to pace myself, we must work up to that if we are to get any real pleasure out of this. I go all the way inside, right up to the hilt. With a huge gasp she opens her mouth even wider and the web of flesh between my finger and thumb flicks into her mouth and under her top front teeth. I pull back slowly and drive in once more, a little faster this time. I expect her to moan again but instead she catches me off guard, holding my wrist and biting down on my hand. The pain is unbelievable and it feels as if her teeth are about to sheer off the flesh. I feel my blood boil, my resolve gone in an instant. I can no longer hold back my desire. I hold back the urge to scream as I put my other hand around her neck, holding her down as I pull my hand free. I grab her by the ankles and tuck her legs under my shoulders.
My passions boiling over it takes all of my self control to hold back the urge to bring my arms around her legs, wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze the life out of her. Instead I compose myself, taking a quick look at my hand to make sure she didn’t bite a chunk out of it I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the onslaught. Legs still tucked under my shoulders and pinning her down by her shoulders rather than by her hot little fragile neck with my hands. I cease making love and begin to fuck her. Pounding her like a raging bull. She moans and then says something in her native language, I’m very rusty and she speaks too fast for me to understand but I can speculate. I assume it goes something like. “Oooooohhh PLEASE-DONT-STOP!”.
Normally I would tease her a little more, pausing for a moment, making love really really slowly as if she were a delicate virgin as I interrogate her with my rod until she told me what I wanted to know. The questions will have to wait, she can tell me what she said in English later, I’m too deep in the moment for that just now. Instead I go at her even harder. It feels so good inside her I can’t get enough of it and I soon feel my body preparing to deliver her my hot produce. I slow down a little savouring the moment but it soon becomes apparent that there will not be able to hold back this tsunami. I decide to go for it, full speed maximum effort I pond her so hard I feel as if I’m about to split her hot little body in two but instead she just holds onto my arms and moans.
Finally as I am about to explode once again I feel her briefly spasm around me, the sensation enough to make me squirt my entire load in one go. I feel my shaft jerk inside her like a drumstick rolling on a snare drum as I pump her full of grease. She screams something else in her foreign tongue and I keep going, following through for just a few more seconds until she goes limp on the bed as if she were a machine that had been switched off at the wall. Completely breathless and covered in sweat I try hard to get my breath back. I take a deep breath and look her in the eyes, she has that dreamy look women have as if she is high. All I can say is. “Wow! That... was... really...really...good! Ready for round two?!!
Girlfriend on Loan
Part Three
The Main Course
Truth be told I’ve always been like this, I’ve always loved to tease and it’s not like I didn’t warn her. I’m like a cat, a Cheshire Cat, I like to play with my food before I devour it, if I choose to devour it. Sometimes I like to tease my prey just for the fun of it. I can't help it, I was born that way, it’s instinct. It is very cruel but afterwards I am always forgiven for how can you stay mad at me with my silver tongue and a cheeky grin? It’s just a game to me, I mean no real harm. Some cats like mice, this cat enjoys pussy. Don’t pity them it’s actually beneficial for my victim to be teased before I eat them alive, the relief all the more powerful when I put them out of their misery and give them ‘La Petite Mort’.
Forgive the cliché analogy but for me sex is like a slice delicious hot gooey chocolate fudge cake. Some people go for quantity, buying lots of cheap frozen portions each one identical and prepared in advance, ready made and very convenient you can even eat them frozen if you can’t wait for them to defrost. But the best cake is hand made by someone who knows what they are doing, hot and fresh out of the oven. Warm and full of hot melted chocolate sauce. So soft and moist that your fork penetrates the surface and glides through the body effortlessly as it’s thick gooey sauce oozes from it’s centre like melted wax. Only the finest ingredients should be used, every detail precise and timed to perfection.
Some people lack discipline, too easy to please they just buy ready made food, heat it up in the microwave (or perhaps not even bothering to do that) they just consume it, the pleasure over in minutes, seconds even! I am a connoisseur, for me the experience begins not when the food touches my tongue but much much earlier. For me the experience begins long before I even lay eyes upon my dessert, in the market buying the ingredients. Choosing ingredients that taste the best, preparing the food exactly how I like it. The constant sense of anticipation from the moment I buy ingredients knowing that they are the best to the last satisfying bite that makes you want to lick the plate. When it’s that good you know it’s worth waiting for. You get what you put in, for example the sauce, you can either use cheap oily supermarket own brand chocolate that is a nightmare to make anything decent with or you can use fine expensive chocolate, a pleasure to work with and you can taste the difference.
The fact of the matter is the analogy works perfectly, it frills me to blindfold a woman and feed her fresh warm gooey chocolate fudge cake just as much as it would to blindfold her and kiss her body all over. The responses are the same, the anticipation, the way it engages all five senses, all the same. It pleases me to see her skin swarm with goose bumps, the hairs stand at the back of her neck. It begins the moment she walks through the door and we embrace each other, the smell of freshly baked cake radiating from the oven and the fragrance of my body against hers. Even the sound the fork makes as it slices through the cake and hits the plate, echoing through the room can be compared to the sound as I pop the hooks of her bra, you can feel the tension.
It continues as we look into each other’s eyes, that dreamy look that says ‘I want to taste you’ just before I put the blindfold on. sauce starts to drip onto he plate as her mouth waters making the smooth surface sticky. It continues as you devour it, the moist spongy feeling as it touches your mouth, the way you lick the hot sticky substance off your lips, the way it seems to melt in your mouth, the taste. Am I talking about the cake or oral pleasure?!! I live to make people feel like that, it is an honour, the trust invested in me when she lets me do anything I want with her body. Brutal as I can be I always make sure that I am a good return on her investment. Like cake such decadence like blindfolds should be a special treat to be appreciated only occasionally, other joys can be pursued in the mean time so that each pleasure can be enjoyed to the fullest, C’est la Vie! Such is my life. After all good things come to those who wait.
I stand in front of her as she lays on her back, legs parted. I can see how much she wants it, her lips full, her chest rises and falls deeply, her pupils are dilated and she bites her lip as I gently massage her sweet ruby the tip of my rod. I can hear her lips smack and tack and squelch as I almost absent mildly tease her, a huge menacing grin on my face. “Ooohhh please!” She begs. If she wants it that much why hasn’t she just grabbed it and popped it inside her I wonder. Perhaps she knows that wont let her, maybe she knows that deep down I want to have her just as much as she wants me inside her, perhaps even more. Maybe she knows that if she tries anything I will stop her and make the torture last even longer!
I keep rubbing, her soft lips feel so good it feels as though is I was to rub her for long long enough that I might spurt my warm man juice all over her hot body without even entering her. She has already beaten me to it by the looks of the wet patch beneath her bottom on the sheets anyway. I keep going for a while, hypnotized by the seductive way she rolls her hips like a snake, rubbing my shaft up and down, kissing it and coating my juicy sausage in her hot melted butter. I go a little faster and she starts to groan again, arching her back as if I were stroking her with a cattle prod. I decide that the oven is hot enough and I force my bread roll inside her right the way up to the back of the oven. Her groan becomes a very loud moan as if my shaft were a knife and I were penetrating her with my sharp point very slowly. I lean forward a little and wrap my hand around her mouth to silence her. It feels so good inside her, it takes my breath away and I can’t help but let out a little quiet groan myself.
I begin to gently work my way in and out of her tight snatch. It feels so good, I just want to pound her but I will need to pace myself, we must work up to that if we are to get any real pleasure out of this. I go all the way inside, right up to the hilt. With a huge gasp she opens her mouth even wider and the web of flesh between my finger and thumb flicks into her mouth and under her top front teeth. I pull back slowly and drive in once more, a little faster this time. I expect her to moan again but instead she catches me off guard, holding my wrist and biting down on my hand. The pain is unbelievable and it feels as if her teeth are about to sheer off the flesh. I feel my blood boil, my resolve gone in an instant. I can no longer hold back my desire. I hold back the urge to scream as I put my other hand around her neck, holding her down as I pull my hand free. I grab her by the ankles and tuck her legs under my shoulders.
My passions boiling over it takes all of my self control to hold back the urge to bring my arms around her legs, wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze the life out of her. Instead I compose myself, taking a quick look at my hand to make sure she didn’t bite a chunk out of it I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the onslaught. Legs still tucked under my shoulders and pinning her down by her shoulders rather than by her hot little fragile neck with my hands. I cease making love and begin to fuck her. Pounding her like a raging bull. She moans and then says something in her native language, I’m very rusty and she speaks too fast for me to understand but I can speculate. I assume it goes something like. “Oooooohhh PLEASE-DONT-STOP!”.
Normally I would tease her a little more, pausing for a moment, making love really really slowly as if she were a delicate virgin as I interrogate her with my rod until she told me what I wanted to know. The questions will have to wait, she can tell me what she said in English later, I’m too deep in the moment for that just now. Instead I go at her even harder. It feels so good inside her I can’t get enough of it and I soon feel my body preparing to deliver her my hot produce. I slow down a little savouring the moment but it soon becomes apparent that there will not be able to hold back this tsunami. I decide to go for it, full speed maximum effort I pond her so hard I feel as if I’m about to split her hot little body in two but instead she just holds onto my arms and moans.
Finally as I am about to explode once again I feel her briefly spasm around me, the sensation enough to make me squirt my entire load in one go. I feel my shaft jerk inside her like a drumstick rolling on a snare drum as I pump her full of grease. She screams something else in her foreign tongue and I keep going, following through for just a few more seconds until she goes limp on the bed as if she were a machine that had been switched off at the wall. Completely breathless and covered in sweat I try hard to get my breath back. I take a deep breath and look her in the eyes, she has that dreamy look women have as if she is high. All I can say is. “Wow! That... was... really...really...good! Ready for round two?!!
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