When he easily dragged me like a rag doll to the edge of the bed and pushed my legs open rougher than he needed to while wielding his magnificent cock and spanking my engorged clit with it, I thought that was the hottest thing ever at that moment. Later after our long marathon fuck session had ended and I finally came down from my orgasmic high, I couldn’t help but to crackup thinking about the audacity of his clit clubbing move while shaking my head. I came out of the bathroom still beside myself laughing, and he asked what was so funny, and when I confessed to him, he too nearly broke a blood vessel from laughing so hard. When he finally caught his breath, he stated windily that he must be reading too many of his own stories. For me though, as funny as it was to recollect, I have to admit that while we were in the moment, that shit was hot as hell, knowing that only this indomitably primal man could have pulled it off. But I digress.
I don’t know who she thought she was fooling, but her intentions were loud and clear, and welcome for that matter. I knew her agenda even though she never owned up to having one, and I only milked it for the extra attention. It started with the unusually aggressive manhandling that she was the one guilty of for a change. She was feeling me up like an obnoxious middle school kid while we were watching television, and when I didn’t acknowledge her advances, she changed her tactics to an aggressive massage, accompanied with a running oratory that one would expect from a fat kid eating cake. I have to admit that it did work and that she had me pumped up to play, but I needed to shower before I got durty and excused myself while not giving it away that her chumming the waters had worked. I’d like to be flattered but I know that she was just horny, and I’m good with that as well.
His punk ass wasn’t catching my hints but a sista wasn’t giving up so when he excused himself to go shower, I jumped up and said good night to our brats and raced to bed to set my contingency plan into motion. I fluffed and preened and lay in bed waiting for him to emerge from the bathroom, hoping he wouldn’t notice that it was way before our bedtime. I picked up my book and tried to look casual but it is hard to after his hunky ass comes out of the bathroom in only his briefs. It is my favorite part of my day, when he comes out of the shower all rippling and delicious and shit. I watch the sinuous movement of all his muscles and his big cat grace, and I’m hypnotized and imagine myself making it rain singles over him as he looks at me, obviously feeling like the mouthwatering piece of meat that he is. But this time, he isn’t at coy as normal, and maybe it is just my hormones flooding my perception, but I saw a bit more hungry lion than exploited stripper, or maybe it was just my wishful thinking. He hadn’t said anything about how early it was, but when he grabbed his book and joined me in bed, I knew I was going to have to break out the big guns.
I even rushed my bathroom time by cutting it in half and washed my cock vigorously thinking about what I was going to do to her. When I came out of the shower to find her already in bed, I thought good because I won’t have to drag her, and then I thought better and decided I’d play with her a little longer to see if she was really in the mood. Her poker face sucks and she was in more than in the mood by the way her eyes followed me around the bed. The look on her face was classic when I grabbed my book and lay in bed pretending that I wanted to read. I could see her steaming as the wheels were moving, and when she casually got up and said that she was going to get us some water, it seemed calculated. When she returned and closed our bedroom door, and I heard the click of the lock, the signs were getting exponentially more difficult to pretend to ignore, and when she peeled her nighty off saying that she just wanted to snuggle, I knew that the gloves had come off and that the jig was up. I just smiled, knowing that I could no longer play hard to get, and peeled off my briefs as we both climbed into bed like two prize fighters into the ring.
His smile as I removed my nighty was deliciously threatening, and the way he got up and took off his underwear read like he was going to show me, and I tried desperately to hide how hot and wet that made me. I even tried to maintain the ruse and told him that I just wanted to snuggle but he wasn’t hearing me and when he pulled me into his hot embrace and started to methodically tear me apart with his longing and hungry kisses I thought to myself #!@$!@@!$#@!, because my mind was fried the second he opened my mouth with his thumb and injected his tongue into me like venom. I felt his cock get large and in charge while it grew hard against me with each additional kiss and I found myself moaning like he had already broke into me. I thought I wanted to show him that I was the one in charge, but he pinned my head down with a strong grip in my hair as he continued to crush me under his probing kisses while he crawled between my willing legs. I’m too weak to fight him or save myself so I gave up myself instead, and when I feel his hard cock knocking at my gates, I begged him telepathically to take me.
Her kisses drive me wild and only fueled my fire and even make me forfeit my desire to taste her delicious pussy; or maybe it was her rolling hips and panted cries, but I had to be inside her. I reached under us as her gates withstood the blows of my battling ram, and I peeled away her defenses like the petals of a rose until I felt her wet nectar with my finger tips and spread them like sweet morning dew along the inside of her petals and around her clit as I broke into her. Her pussy is hot and tight and already flexing around me as she struggles to accommodate me and I strum her clit and spread her ass until I can break even deeper as her juices grease the way. She soon squeals that she is already about to come, but she isn’t getting off that easy, and I pause deep inside her while she grinds under me, pouting and pleading with her eyes. I kiss her and fuck her slowly and it progresses until I’m fucking her hard and quick and it is too dangerous to kiss because we might chip a tooth, but I remain mindful not to let her get away from me. She knows to warn me when she is getting close, and I slow to a stop while I perform CPR with deep, winded kisses until she has recovered enough, and I ask her then if I can taste her.
I have already come but I’m not telling him because he likes to play with me like a cat does its prey. They weren’t the debilitating orgasms he is capable of but the many little ones I can collect. I have become good, or better at least, at controlling my orgasms, but I can’t let him know because he will look at that as a challenge to try and most likely break me. So I enjoy challenging myself, and when he asks if he can taste me, I just collect another one. It is always rhetorical because he is going to do what we both want him to anyway, and as he kisses down my body and tells me to spread myself for him, a fountain inside me breaks, and I feel my juices coming out to greet him. His happy sounds tell me he is satisfied or just hungrier as he pushes his face into me harder as if he wants to drink from that fountain. I oblige while waterboarding him and move my hands away from spreading myself to the crown of his head as I try to grind his face into me harder. When he starts to fill me with fingers and devours me at the same time, it challenges my fortitude, and I find myself suddenly wishing that he would finish me and put me out of my glorious misery.
Oh no, you don’t, I tell myself as I feel and see all her holes flexing as her body lifts off the mattress as if she is possessed. I slide one finger inside her to stem the tides and save our sheets and I stop eating her and compress her clit until she comes down enough and demands more. I can tell she is coming down as her pussy allows more and more fingers and then I start to just barely flutter her engorged clit until her cries don’t quite sound like hers anymore and her bucking demands something more substantial before she kicks off me with a foot on my shoulder into the middle of the bed. I get up and stand at the side of the bed and capture her again at her ankle as she cries “NO NO NO”, but I pull her back to me and our bodies slam together hard and I push her legs open because I want to break her, and I won’t be denied. Her pussy is swollen and soaked and I can’t help but play in her puddles as I slap her clit hard with my cock and she squeals as I run it over her clit and up and down between her folds and tease her holes before breaking inside her pussy once again and ramming in and out of her hard, deep and fast. She is arching her back again to get that perfect angle and holding firm to the edge of the mattress as if to say “harder,” and I oblige until she comes and taps out and escapes once again to the middle of the bed.
#!@$!@@!$#@! again as he clubs my clit with his heavy cock. I was so turned on by the audacity of it and his confidence and the lack of his normal modesty as he owned me, and I wanted more of that. When he filled me again and did it with authority over and over, and I felt his pelvis smash my clit and his balls spank me with every drive, I thought to myself that ‘this mother fucker should be doing porn’. We were in the zone, and I thought I might pass out from the ecstasy as he pumped me up like an inner tube until I was ready to blow, and I rocketed off him again with another orgasm. When I looked over my shoulder at him and saw the animalistic energy pouring off him as his thick cock swung glistening in my juices and all his muscles flexed and rippled ready for battle, I couldn’t help but want him more and when he stalked up behind me like that big cat, I raised my tail and begged him to fuck me, I love feeling owned by this delicious man and thinking “do with me as you will”.
The look over her shoulder at me said both no more and more as she presented herself to me once again. I moved up behind her and pushed her down to a more comfortable fetal position before I filled her again. We had come full circle, and I wanted to make love to her on our final lap. I pulled her knee up and straddled her other leg as I spread her ass so that I could watch my cock as it slowly jack hammered in and out of her. I made small adjustments until her cries told me it was just right and I stayed on that trajectory, slowly increasing my speed while she helped to facilitate my view by spreading and massaging her ass, probing me to elaborate further. When I sucked my thumb and slowly massaged it inside of her, it was as if suddenly we cut across the track instead of around it. She was instantly hyperventilating, and seeing her countdown drop so quickly took me right along with her and were echoing our throes of passion as we both declared that we were coming together in what for me felt like one of those orgasms that start as a wave that causes your brain to pause as it washes over it and doesn’t register again really until your abs, anus and balls tighten just before it explodes in such a release that if you didn’t breathe with it, you would pass out. We crash next to each other so completely sated that we can only pant a few choice expletives and profanities that would certainly cost us both some penance. Once we gather enough energy, we get up and perform our post coitus rituals and almost bust a gut when she recalls the blatant “audacity” of my actions that in retrospect certainly sound impossible to defend.
Happy Hump Day!!!
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