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The room went white when he slowly ran the entirety of his tongue from the source of her abundant juices all the way to her engorged clit. He did this again and again, slowly, never lingering in any one place, never quite satisfying her, but firing every nerve ending his tongue came in contact with. He paused to get his middle finger wet with saliva.
Finally.
She closed her eyes and let herself go.
And that's when she felt him wriggle his fingertip into her asshole.
What the fuck?
"Hey!"
She pulled a fistful of his hair hard and tried to break free, but he slammed her back against the mirror so hard that she heard it crack. All the while, he worked his finger deeper.
"Relax, babe. You're going to like this."
"No, I don't stick things up my ass. That's disgusting." She stifled a moan. "Oh my god. Stop!"
He clamped his other hand over her mouth and pinned her against the wall with his shoulder, then got his finger halfway in.
There was no breaking free, so she bit down on his hand and suffered through the uncomfortable pleasure. She was disgusted, yet she had to admit that it felt strangely enjoyable, if unfamiliar.
He left his middle finger halfway in, then ran the tip of his tongue along her wet crease, teasing circles around her clit without actually touching it. And then he slid his forefinger into her. She was so wet that it went in fairly easily, but she involuntarily clamped down on it all the same.
"I told you you'd like it."
She was too lost in ecstasy to reply.
He gave her one more slow, full-tongued lick, then wrapped his big mouth around her clit and her lips and the tiny opening to her vagina where just the half of his finger waited to fully penetrate her. His other hand left her mouth and rested on her hip as if ready to keep her from escaping what was to come.
Of their own volition, her hands rose to her breasts, and she began playing with her nipples in time with the strokes of his tongue.
She couldn't take the tension and the teasing anymore. The pressure between her legs was so intense that she wanted to scream, but she knew that it would feel that much better when he finally gave her what she wanted.
And then he did.
As he began pushing his two fingers—one in her ass and one in her slit—into her, he sucked so that his lips were airtight against her own. He began slowly licking her clit as he sucked harder and got his fingers in all the way to the knuckles. The finger in her ass stayed mostly still, but it was impossible to ignore. His other finger slowly moved back and forth against her G-spot with constant pressure that made her want to angle her hips to chase it.
Something was building inside her. All the stress, all the tension, all the teasing and tantalizing touches had stoked her to a throbbing frenzy. Every lick, every lazy rub of his fingers, and the way he seemed to savor the taste and scent of her turned her on more than she thought possible, and she knew that she was going to come soon no matter how hard she tried to hold it back.
He started rubbing harder and faster against the tender flesh of her G-spot in a rhythm that she moaned and gyrated her hips to shamelessly. At the same time, his tongue flitted over her clit several times in a row, then up and down along her slit, and then back up to her clit, faster and faster.
If she hadn't paused to take a breath, she wouldn't have heard the voices and footsteps over her moans. Two women were walking into the dressing area—the lady who had been on the phone and somebody else.
"I heard them in here. It sounded like it was just two of them. Don't you have security for this kind of thing? It's disgusting. People try on clothes in there."
"Alright, ma'am," the younger woman said, "I'll check it out."
There was a pause.
"I think I have it from here," she said. "Thank you for letting me know."
"Oh, well... okay. I just figured that... Right."
The lady's heels clicked as she left.
Valerie tried to freeze, but Simon didn't stop working on her—if anything, he started going faster, and she could feel a powerful orgasm building inside her that was nearing the point of no return.
The bitch told on us! We're going to get caught. What if we get arrested? Am I going to end up on a sex offender list? How did this even happen?
There was a knock on the door to their stall.
"Yes?" she squeaked.
"Hi," the girl said. "I'm the manager, and I received a complaint of some, ah, noises here in the dressing room. I wanted to check to make sure that everything was okay in there."
Valerie was close—so close.
She had a hand tangled in Simon's hair and another braced against the wall lest her shaking legs gave out on her.
To her horror, she realized that she was so wet that she could hear his finger working inside of her. And he lapped up her juice as if it were the sweetest nectar.
"Oh," Valerie managed. "No, I'm fine in here. I just—" She had to pause to take a breath as a contraction rocked her body. "I just poked myself with one of those pins when I was trying a shirt on, and I guess that other lady heard me yelp."
Her nervous laugh was unconvincing to her own ears.
"Well, she said that she heard other voices. Are you sure that there's nobody else in there with you?"
Another contraction nearly doubled her over. She'd come at any moment, and she didn't know how to not scream.
"Ah..." It came out as more of a moan than a word.
"Ma'am?"
He sucked on her clit even harder than he had before, both his fingers moving back and forth rapidly as if he were playing a piano inside her. And with his lips slightly parted, he licked her as hard and as fast as he could, not pausing, not changing his beat, not giving her any room to retreat.
She was going to come. It was inevitable.
"Phone," was all she managed to say.
Simon reached up and pinched her nipple so hard that she worried that it might tear—and that was all it took to push her over the edge.
She didn't know how to not scream. Her whole body spasmed, and she felt pulse after pulse of wetness rush out of her and all over Simon's face and hand, on the floor, all over the panties and jeans at her ankles. She'd never felt anything so exquisite, so powerful.
The pleasure didn't subside after the first few squirts. If anything, it intensified to a whole new level as Simon kept up his merciless ministrations. She would have crumpled to the floor in a ball of moaning bliss, but he kept her pinned against the wall and held her up so that she had nowhere to go but to her next impending orgasm.
"You're... on the phone?" the manager asked, sounding a bit puzzled.
"Yes!" she screamed.
Get yourself together, Valerie. You just screamed at the manager. Think!
"I mean, yeah, sorry. I'm on..." She bit her lip hard to stifle a moan. "I'm on my phone."
"I see. Well, okay. We don't generally let people hang out in here though."
"Oh..."
"Are you sure everything is alright?"
"Yes. Yes, it's good. Really good."
The lady didn't say anything for a moment, and Valerie prepared to ride out the next orgasm. She just held onto Simon's hair and tried to control her breathing.
"I'll let you finish your phone conversation, but please try to wrap it up soon."
Speaking of wrapping things up... I haven't even seen his dick yet. God I want him in me. I really hope he has a condom, or I think I'll cry.
"I'll definitely try to wrap it up," she said a bit louder than she meant to.
She grabbed as many of the clothes as she could reach and hung them over the door to the stall.
"Did you want to try on more clothes like these, or are these just clothes you don't want."
Valerie d****d a leg over Simon's shoulder and started to climax again. It was harder this time—hard enough that it hurt as much as it felt good, like when he had forced three fingers into her.
"Oh, God. Please. More." She whimpered.
"Uh. What size?"
It felt too good. She clenched and unclenched on his fingers over and over again, but she didn't squirt—she probably didn't have enough juices left in her. She had never squirted before, and she was still in shock. Hell, she had never even had two orgasms before. Two.
"Two," she gasped. "Two is perfect."
"Sure. I can do that," the manager said. "There are a lot of clothes here, and I have some folding to do, so it might take me a few minutes."
"No rush," she managed. "I'll just be here."
The girl left the dressing area probably a thinking Valerie was completely crazy, but at least she was out of earshot again.
Simon finally pulled his mouth away from her, but he left his fingers in her sensitive holes as he grinned up at her. Her juices were all over his face, shirt, and hand, and she had the unexplainable desire to lick him clean.
"I knew you'd come around," he said.
"Yeah, I did. Twice."
"Really?" He gestured at his shirt and face. "I hadn't noticed."
"Simon," she said shakily, "that was amazing. Like. Wow. Please tell me you have protection. I want you inside me. Now. Before she comes back."
He slowly slid his fingers free, sending tingling sensations that reached her toes and fingertips. He then stood leaned on one elbow against the mirror so that he towered over her. She could smell herself on him and on his breath.
She began to unbuckle his belt so that she could free the monster in his jeans. It looked so big that she wasn't entirely confident that she could have sex with him in the first place.
"Like a condom? Nah. I've never been much of a fan."
Damn it!
"Oh. Well. Maybe later then?" she said, crestfallen.
"Right now works just fine for me," he said. "You got yours. Now it's my turn."
"I'm not on the pill though. I mean, I could maybe use my hand if you want, but I'm not very good at that."
"Your hand?" He chuckled. "Babe, you're hilarious."
He tilted her chin up and kissed her hard. Without meaning to, she found herself sucking her hot juices off his tongue and licking his rough jaw to pick up more.
She was still horny. She didn't know why or how, but something about him got her so wet that she had lines of her own mess dribbling down her legs.
"But I'm not good at blowjobs."
He just chuckled and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. His boxers did absolutely nothing to hide the size of his cock. The thing was massive, and it was so hard that she could have probably hung her backpack from it without it dipping an inch. There were a few spots of sticky pre-cum on his boxers, evidence that he was no less turned on than she was.
"Go ahead," he said. "Touch it."
Valerie didn't need to be told twice.
She reached out to feel it through his boxers and was shocked to realize that she couldn't even fit her thumb and fingers around it.
Wow.
It twitched at her touch like she had expected it to, and she relished the notion of finally getting the chance to have some control. She harbored no illusions of being able to overpower him or make him do anything, but she knew that he had to be ready to explode by now, and she intended to thoroughly torture him.
Valerie kept her fingers lightly wrapped around as much of him as she could manage while gently stroking him through his boxers. Her other hand reached under his shirt and over the hard, flat muscles of his torso. He was hard in places she didn't know a person could be hard.
His smoldering eyes bored into her, and the muscles in his jaw flexed, but he remained silent, simply waiting to see what she would do with her newfound freedom. He leaned with one hand against the mirror and teased her nipple with the other.
She couldn't take the waiting anymore. It was time to unveil the monster.
Valerie slowly peeled off his boxers and stared agape at what sprung out. Not quite believing her eyes, she poked it with a finger. It twitched.
Part of her had thought—hoped—that it was just his boxers and jeans that had made him seem so big, but it really was an intimidating cock. He was circumcised, and his mushroom head proudly crowned a shaft that many horses would have envied. Like his facial stubble, his pubic area was trimmed and relatively neat, if not as prettily coifed as her own, but she could tell that it could grow out if he let it.
Maybe it's a good thing he forgot to bring condoms. There is no way that thing would ever fit in me. Nope. Never.
A gooey string of pre-cum began to drip off of him, and she stuck her thumb out to catch it without thinking. She wrapped her fingers around him again and rubbed his hot pre-cum all over the tip of his dick. Then she played the tips of her nails all the way down his shaft to balls heavy with unspent seed.
Simon growled deeply like a tethered attack dog and looked as if he was going to pounce on her for a moment, but he restrained himself.
He'd been a good boy. It was time to give him his reward—if he'd fit in her mouth, which was dubious at best.
Valerie stepped out of her filthy panties and then made an exaggerated show of kneeling in front of him, throwing back her sweat-sticky hair and thrusting out her chest a bit more than was necessary.
That growl again.
He is an a****l. And you, Valerie, are a slut. A dirty slut. A slut who is about to get a mouthful of hard dick.
Simon ran a hand through her hair and then grabbed it firmly before wrapping it deliberately around and around his fist until it tugged painfully at her roots.
He was still the boss.
She pulled him down by the base of his cock until she was eye to eye with it, close enough that she could smell his sweat. It was the first time that she could recall ever actually wanting a penis in her mouth. The notion usually would have revolted her, but now she wanted to inflict even a fraction of the pleasure he'd made her endure.
"Impress me," he said.
"I was already under enough pressure before you said that. Thanks," she said.
Here goes nothing.
Valerie gripped his hot shaft more firmly and gave him a few slow strokes.
A different growl this time.
Hopefully that's a good growl.
She stuck her tongue out and touched the tip of it to where gooey pre-cum still oozed slowly out of him. It twitched a bit, and the head got even bigger momentarily before it went back to normal. She did it again and got the same response. The third time, she opened her mouth wide enough to make her jaw pop and took just his head in. She held it there for a moment without doing anything, then ever so slowly ran her tongue all the way around the ridge of his head. When she had made a full circle, she ran it back around the other way.
He leaned into her and pulled her head toward him as if he intended to jam himself down her throat, but she held him back with the hand that gripped his iron member so that no more than his head ever made it past her lips.
She continued to work her tongue over more and more of his head, then past it, pausing to give him small kisses and nibbles along the shaft. She never stayed in any one place for too long; this was an appetizer, not the main course, and it wouldn't do for him to finish too quickly.
As she worked him over, gently seeing how much of his cock her mouth could accommodate, the oversensitivity between her thighs began to subside, and a yearning ache soon replaced it. Though she'd had more than her fair share of orgasms for one day, she couldn't help reaching down to touch herself with her free hand. While one hand stroked him and her mouth took him deeper and deeper, the other hand stroked her wet clit and periodically plunged two fingers into her hungry snatch. She wasn't even trying to reach another climax; she simply felt like she had to touch and be touched, please and be pleased.
Valerie became lost in the harmonious cadence of the moment's sensations. Time took on a surreal quality, and she lost track of how long she played their sex instruments; it could have been seconds, minutes, hours, or days. All that mattered was the present.
At some point, Simon tugged her back to reality by the roots of her hair and gently but firmly dragged her to her feet so that she stood before him, small and hot like sparked tinder sheltered in the palm of a hand.
When her vision came into focus and their gazes locked, his eyes no longer seemed to mock her. If anything, they seemed to mirror her unspoken passion.
They kissed then. There was no biting, playful tongue tag, nor teasing; they simply locked lips and slipped into sync as if they had been born to do nothing else. He cupped her face in both his hands and held her there while their tongues danced. Her hand left his rigid cock and ran over the hair of his chest. Then she lightly dragged her nails from his collarbone all the way back down to his cock.
The kiss broke naturally, and they both took a moment to catch their breath.
"I need you inside me," she heard herself say.
What are you doing, Valerie? He doesn't have a condom. You're going to get pregnant, and you'll regret this for the rest of your life.
"And I need to be inside you," he said, his voice even lower and rougher than usual.
She should have made sure to tell him not to come in her, but she held her tongue for some reason, perhaps because she didn't want to ruin the moment, perhaps because some errant strand of insanity had scrambled her wits. All that mattered was that she needed to somehow get his cock inside her. Maybe he could fuck some sense back into her.
Valerie slid her fingers free and rubbed her slippery juices all over his cock, giving her wrist a little twist at the end of each stroke. She had both hands on him now, and there was still enough room for another and change at the top. She couldn't believe it, and she hadn't a clue how he was going to fit even half into her.
Simon pushed her back against the mirror while she still clung to him, then took his shirt off and dropped it on the floor with her panties. He bent over to give each of her nipples an appreciative suck, tongue flick, and nibble.
Shivers shot down her spine.
Then he ran his hands down her back, over her flank, and to her ass, then farther. His fingertips brushed past her still-smarting asshole and all the way to her wet slit. His two forefingers slid into her side by side, despite it being a tight fit. And then he spread her lips while crushing her buttocks in his huge hands hard enough that she expected to have bruises for weeks.
He paused.
"You know that this is really going to hurt, right?" he breathed into her ear.
"Then you had better make it worth my while," she said into his sweaty chest as she gave him a playful squeeze.
As if she weighed nothing, he picked her up and pinned her against the mirror so that their faces were close. He kept her lips spread and gave her a moment to wrap her legs around him.
Valerie gave his glistening cock a few last strokes and then began to try to guide him in. The first thing she did was rub his head all over her wet lips and tiny opening. She managed not to moan as it rubbed against her clit, but she knew that the worst was yet to come.
Doing her best to relax so that she wouldn't be too tight, Valerie began to try to work his head into her. It hurt. A lot. It was worse than when he had jammed three fingers in her, and it wasn't even in yet. With as wet as she was, he should have just glided in, but he was so absurdly thick that she was afraid something was going to tear.
"I don't think it's going to fit," she said. "I'm sorry. I'm just so small, and you're so big..."
"It's going to fit," he said. "You're going to make it fit. Otherwise I'm going to start looking for other holes to stick it in."
There's just no saying no to this guy.
Finally.
She closed her eyes and let herself go.
And that's when she felt him wriggle his fingertip into her asshole.
What the fuck?
"Hey!"
She pulled a fistful of his hair hard and tried to break free, but he slammed her back against the mirror so hard that she heard it crack. All the while, he worked his finger deeper.
"Relax, babe. You're going to like this."
"No, I don't stick things up my ass. That's disgusting." She stifled a moan. "Oh my god. Stop!"
He clamped his other hand over her mouth and pinned her against the wall with his shoulder, then got his finger halfway in.
There was no breaking free, so she bit down on his hand and suffered through the uncomfortable pleasure. She was disgusted, yet she had to admit that it felt strangely enjoyable, if unfamiliar.
He left his middle finger halfway in, then ran the tip of his tongue along her wet crease, teasing circles around her clit without actually touching it. And then he slid his forefinger into her. She was so wet that it went in fairly easily, but she involuntarily clamped down on it all the same.
"I told you you'd like it."
She was too lost in ecstasy to reply.
He gave her one more slow, full-tongued lick, then wrapped his big mouth around her clit and her lips and the tiny opening to her vagina where just the half of his finger waited to fully penetrate her. His other hand left her mouth and rested on her hip as if ready to keep her from escaping what was to come.
Of their own volition, her hands rose to her breasts, and she began playing with her nipples in time with the strokes of his tongue.
She couldn't take the tension and the teasing anymore. The pressure between her legs was so intense that she wanted to scream, but she knew that it would feel that much better when he finally gave her what she wanted.
And then he did.
As he began pushing his two fingers—one in her ass and one in her slit—into her, he sucked so that his lips were airtight against her own. He began slowly licking her clit as he sucked harder and got his fingers in all the way to the knuckles. The finger in her ass stayed mostly still, but it was impossible to ignore. His other finger slowly moved back and forth against her G-spot with constant pressure that made her want to angle her hips to chase it.
Something was building inside her. All the stress, all the tension, all the teasing and tantalizing touches had stoked her to a throbbing frenzy. Every lick, every lazy rub of his fingers, and the way he seemed to savor the taste and scent of her turned her on more than she thought possible, and she knew that she was going to come soon no matter how hard she tried to hold it back.
He started rubbing harder and faster against the tender flesh of her G-spot in a rhythm that she moaned and gyrated her hips to shamelessly. At the same time, his tongue flitted over her clit several times in a row, then up and down along her slit, and then back up to her clit, faster and faster.
If she hadn't paused to take a breath, she wouldn't have heard the voices and footsteps over her moans. Two women were walking into the dressing area—the lady who had been on the phone and somebody else.
"I heard them in here. It sounded like it was just two of them. Don't you have security for this kind of thing? It's disgusting. People try on clothes in there."
"Alright, ma'am," the younger woman said, "I'll check it out."
There was a pause.
"I think I have it from here," she said. "Thank you for letting me know."
"Oh, well... okay. I just figured that... Right."
The lady's heels clicked as she left.
Valerie tried to freeze, but Simon didn't stop working on her—if anything, he started going faster, and she could feel a powerful orgasm building inside her that was nearing the point of no return.
The bitch told on us! We're going to get caught. What if we get arrested? Am I going to end up on a sex offender list? How did this even happen?
There was a knock on the door to their stall.
"Yes?" she squeaked.
"Hi," the girl said. "I'm the manager, and I received a complaint of some, ah, noises here in the dressing room. I wanted to check to make sure that everything was okay in there."
Valerie was close—so close.
She had a hand tangled in Simon's hair and another braced against the wall lest her shaking legs gave out on her.
To her horror, she realized that she was so wet that she could hear his finger working inside of her. And he lapped up her juice as if it were the sweetest nectar.
"Oh," Valerie managed. "No, I'm fine in here. I just—" She had to pause to take a breath as a contraction rocked her body. "I just poked myself with one of those pins when I was trying a shirt on, and I guess that other lady heard me yelp."
Her nervous laugh was unconvincing to her own ears.
"Well, she said that she heard other voices. Are you sure that there's nobody else in there with you?"
Another contraction nearly doubled her over. She'd come at any moment, and she didn't know how to not scream.
"Ah..." It came out as more of a moan than a word.
"Ma'am?"
He sucked on her clit even harder than he had before, both his fingers moving back and forth rapidly as if he were playing a piano inside her. And with his lips slightly parted, he licked her as hard and as fast as he could, not pausing, not changing his beat, not giving her any room to retreat.
She was going to come. It was inevitable.
"Phone," was all she managed to say.
Simon reached up and pinched her nipple so hard that she worried that it might tear—and that was all it took to push her over the edge.
She didn't know how to not scream. Her whole body spasmed, and she felt pulse after pulse of wetness rush out of her and all over Simon's face and hand, on the floor, all over the panties and jeans at her ankles. She'd never felt anything so exquisite, so powerful.
The pleasure didn't subside after the first few squirts. If anything, it intensified to a whole new level as Simon kept up his merciless ministrations. She would have crumpled to the floor in a ball of moaning bliss, but he kept her pinned against the wall and held her up so that she had nowhere to go but to her next impending orgasm.
"You're... on the phone?" the manager asked, sounding a bit puzzled.
"Yes!" she screamed.
Get yourself together, Valerie. You just screamed at the manager. Think!
"I mean, yeah, sorry. I'm on..." She bit her lip hard to stifle a moan. "I'm on my phone."
"I see. Well, okay. We don't generally let people hang out in here though."
"Oh..."
"Are you sure everything is alright?"
"Yes. Yes, it's good. Really good."
The lady didn't say anything for a moment, and Valerie prepared to ride out the next orgasm. She just held onto Simon's hair and tried to control her breathing.
"I'll let you finish your phone conversation, but please try to wrap it up soon."
Speaking of wrapping things up... I haven't even seen his dick yet. God I want him in me. I really hope he has a condom, or I think I'll cry.
"I'll definitely try to wrap it up," she said a bit louder than she meant to.
She grabbed as many of the clothes as she could reach and hung them over the door to the stall.
"Did you want to try on more clothes like these, or are these just clothes you don't want."
Valerie d****d a leg over Simon's shoulder and started to climax again. It was harder this time—hard enough that it hurt as much as it felt good, like when he had forced three fingers into her.
"Oh, God. Please. More." She whimpered.
"Uh. What size?"
It felt too good. She clenched and unclenched on his fingers over and over again, but she didn't squirt—she probably didn't have enough juices left in her. She had never squirted before, and she was still in shock. Hell, she had never even had two orgasms before. Two.
"Two," she gasped. "Two is perfect."
"Sure. I can do that," the manager said. "There are a lot of clothes here, and I have some folding to do, so it might take me a few minutes."
"No rush," she managed. "I'll just be here."
The girl left the dressing area probably a thinking Valerie was completely crazy, but at least she was out of earshot again.
Simon finally pulled his mouth away from her, but he left his fingers in her sensitive holes as he grinned up at her. Her juices were all over his face, shirt, and hand, and she had the unexplainable desire to lick him clean.
"I knew you'd come around," he said.
"Yeah, I did. Twice."
"Really?" He gestured at his shirt and face. "I hadn't noticed."
"Simon," she said shakily, "that was amazing. Like. Wow. Please tell me you have protection. I want you inside me. Now. Before she comes back."
He slowly slid his fingers free, sending tingling sensations that reached her toes and fingertips. He then stood leaned on one elbow against the mirror so that he towered over her. She could smell herself on him and on his breath.
She began to unbuckle his belt so that she could free the monster in his jeans. It looked so big that she wasn't entirely confident that she could have sex with him in the first place.
"Like a condom? Nah. I've never been much of a fan."
Damn it!
"Oh. Well. Maybe later then?" she said, crestfallen.
"Right now works just fine for me," he said. "You got yours. Now it's my turn."
"I'm not on the pill though. I mean, I could maybe use my hand if you want, but I'm not very good at that."
"Your hand?" He chuckled. "Babe, you're hilarious."
He tilted her chin up and kissed her hard. Without meaning to, she found herself sucking her hot juices off his tongue and licking his rough jaw to pick up more.
She was still horny. She didn't know why or how, but something about him got her so wet that she had lines of her own mess dribbling down her legs.
"But I'm not good at blowjobs."
He just chuckled and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. His boxers did absolutely nothing to hide the size of his cock. The thing was massive, and it was so hard that she could have probably hung her backpack from it without it dipping an inch. There were a few spots of sticky pre-cum on his boxers, evidence that he was no less turned on than she was.
"Go ahead," he said. "Touch it."
Valerie didn't need to be told twice.
She reached out to feel it through his boxers and was shocked to realize that she couldn't even fit her thumb and fingers around it.
Wow.
It twitched at her touch like she had expected it to, and she relished the notion of finally getting the chance to have some control. She harbored no illusions of being able to overpower him or make him do anything, but she knew that he had to be ready to explode by now, and she intended to thoroughly torture him.
Valerie kept her fingers lightly wrapped around as much of him as she could manage while gently stroking him through his boxers. Her other hand reached under his shirt and over the hard, flat muscles of his torso. He was hard in places she didn't know a person could be hard.
His smoldering eyes bored into her, and the muscles in his jaw flexed, but he remained silent, simply waiting to see what she would do with her newfound freedom. He leaned with one hand against the mirror and teased her nipple with the other.
She couldn't take the waiting anymore. It was time to unveil the monster.
Valerie slowly peeled off his boxers and stared agape at what sprung out. Not quite believing her eyes, she poked it with a finger. It twitched.
Part of her had thought—hoped—that it was just his boxers and jeans that had made him seem so big, but it really was an intimidating cock. He was circumcised, and his mushroom head proudly crowned a shaft that many horses would have envied. Like his facial stubble, his pubic area was trimmed and relatively neat, if not as prettily coifed as her own, but she could tell that it could grow out if he let it.
Maybe it's a good thing he forgot to bring condoms. There is no way that thing would ever fit in me. Nope. Never.
A gooey string of pre-cum began to drip off of him, and she stuck her thumb out to catch it without thinking. She wrapped her fingers around him again and rubbed his hot pre-cum all over the tip of his dick. Then she played the tips of her nails all the way down his shaft to balls heavy with unspent seed.
Simon growled deeply like a tethered attack dog and looked as if he was going to pounce on her for a moment, but he restrained himself.
He'd been a good boy. It was time to give him his reward—if he'd fit in her mouth, which was dubious at best.
Valerie stepped out of her filthy panties and then made an exaggerated show of kneeling in front of him, throwing back her sweat-sticky hair and thrusting out her chest a bit more than was necessary.
That growl again.
He is an a****l. And you, Valerie, are a slut. A dirty slut. A slut who is about to get a mouthful of hard dick.
Simon ran a hand through her hair and then grabbed it firmly before wrapping it deliberately around and around his fist until it tugged painfully at her roots.
He was still the boss.
She pulled him down by the base of his cock until she was eye to eye with it, close enough that she could smell his sweat. It was the first time that she could recall ever actually wanting a penis in her mouth. The notion usually would have revolted her, but now she wanted to inflict even a fraction of the pleasure he'd made her endure.
"Impress me," he said.
"I was already under enough pressure before you said that. Thanks," she said.
Here goes nothing.
Valerie gripped his hot shaft more firmly and gave him a few slow strokes.
A different growl this time.
Hopefully that's a good growl.
She stuck her tongue out and touched the tip of it to where gooey pre-cum still oozed slowly out of him. It twitched a bit, and the head got even bigger momentarily before it went back to normal. She did it again and got the same response. The third time, she opened her mouth wide enough to make her jaw pop and took just his head in. She held it there for a moment without doing anything, then ever so slowly ran her tongue all the way around the ridge of his head. When she had made a full circle, she ran it back around the other way.
He leaned into her and pulled her head toward him as if he intended to jam himself down her throat, but she held him back with the hand that gripped his iron member so that no more than his head ever made it past her lips.
She continued to work her tongue over more and more of his head, then past it, pausing to give him small kisses and nibbles along the shaft. She never stayed in any one place for too long; this was an appetizer, not the main course, and it wouldn't do for him to finish too quickly.
As she worked him over, gently seeing how much of his cock her mouth could accommodate, the oversensitivity between her thighs began to subside, and a yearning ache soon replaced it. Though she'd had more than her fair share of orgasms for one day, she couldn't help reaching down to touch herself with her free hand. While one hand stroked him and her mouth took him deeper and deeper, the other hand stroked her wet clit and periodically plunged two fingers into her hungry snatch. She wasn't even trying to reach another climax; she simply felt like she had to touch and be touched, please and be pleased.
Valerie became lost in the harmonious cadence of the moment's sensations. Time took on a surreal quality, and she lost track of how long she played their sex instruments; it could have been seconds, minutes, hours, or days. All that mattered was the present.
At some point, Simon tugged her back to reality by the roots of her hair and gently but firmly dragged her to her feet so that she stood before him, small and hot like sparked tinder sheltered in the palm of a hand.
When her vision came into focus and their gazes locked, his eyes no longer seemed to mock her. If anything, they seemed to mirror her unspoken passion.
They kissed then. There was no biting, playful tongue tag, nor teasing; they simply locked lips and slipped into sync as if they had been born to do nothing else. He cupped her face in both his hands and held her there while their tongues danced. Her hand left his rigid cock and ran over the hair of his chest. Then she lightly dragged her nails from his collarbone all the way back down to his cock.
The kiss broke naturally, and they both took a moment to catch their breath.
"I need you inside me," she heard herself say.
What are you doing, Valerie? He doesn't have a condom. You're going to get pregnant, and you'll regret this for the rest of your life.
"And I need to be inside you," he said, his voice even lower and rougher than usual.
She should have made sure to tell him not to come in her, but she held her tongue for some reason, perhaps because she didn't want to ruin the moment, perhaps because some errant strand of insanity had scrambled her wits. All that mattered was that she needed to somehow get his cock inside her. Maybe he could fuck some sense back into her.
Valerie slid her fingers free and rubbed her slippery juices all over his cock, giving her wrist a little twist at the end of each stroke. She had both hands on him now, and there was still enough room for another and change at the top. She couldn't believe it, and she hadn't a clue how he was going to fit even half into her.
Simon pushed her back against the mirror while she still clung to him, then took his shirt off and dropped it on the floor with her panties. He bent over to give each of her nipples an appreciative suck, tongue flick, and nibble.
Shivers shot down her spine.
Then he ran his hands down her back, over her flank, and to her ass, then farther. His fingertips brushed past her still-smarting asshole and all the way to her wet slit. His two forefingers slid into her side by side, despite it being a tight fit. And then he spread her lips while crushing her buttocks in his huge hands hard enough that she expected to have bruises for weeks.
He paused.
"You know that this is really going to hurt, right?" he breathed into her ear.
"Then you had better make it worth my while," she said into his sweaty chest as she gave him a playful squeeze.
As if she weighed nothing, he picked her up and pinned her against the mirror so that their faces were close. He kept her lips spread and gave her a moment to wrap her legs around him.
Valerie gave his glistening cock a few last strokes and then began to try to guide him in. The first thing she did was rub his head all over her wet lips and tiny opening. She managed not to moan as it rubbed against her clit, but she knew that the worst was yet to come.
Doing her best to relax so that she wouldn't be too tight, Valerie began to try to work his head into her. It hurt. A lot. It was worse than when he had jammed three fingers in her, and it wasn't even in yet. With as wet as she was, he should have just glided in, but he was so absurdly thick that she was afraid something was going to tear.
"I don't think it's going to fit," she said. "I'm sorry. I'm just so small, and you're so big..."
"It's going to fit," he said. "You're going to make it fit. Otherwise I'm going to start looking for other holes to stick it in."
There's just no saying no to this guy.
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