Big Book of Smut
back to rocking against him, increasing the force of each thrust, rubbing and working toward my orgasm. I bring my other hand to my tit and now I’m tugging on both nipples, pussy getting worked over. This is so fucking better than masturbating alone.
    Oh fuck.
    He sucks on my clit, nips it with his teeth and then goes back to flicking it with his tongue. “Oh, fuck! Mr. Walker, it’s so good. Wanna come so bad.”
    He increases his pace, fingers and tongue moving faster, giving me more. I can feel the pleasure gathering strength, pussy tightening around his pistoning fingers, twitches and tremors slithering through me, and I can’t stop, can’t breathe, can’t do anything until...
    “Mr. Walker! I’m com-” The last of the word is cut off by my scream, back arched, eyes squeezed shut, I yell while I come, ecstasy pouring through me like a tsunami, stealing any control away. I jerk and tremble while he keeps finger fucking me. Just his fingers cause right now, he’s smiling at me, face shining and slick from my juices.
    “That’s it, dirty little slut, come for me and then I’m going to fuck that tight cunt.” His voices is deep, growly.
    “Yes, yes, yes...” In and out. He’s still moving, giving me what I need to come again and again. It’s like it won’t stop, just keeps dumping pleasure into my veins and pumping through my body.
    And now, I can’t wait until his dick is in my pussy.
    Can’t.
    Fucking.
    Wait.
    “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...” I’m trembling, bliss still consuming me, but I want to feel the stretch of his cock.
    Mr. Walker rolls to his feet and then slowly, oh so slowly, slips his fingers out of my hole and brings them to his mouth. He laps at the digits, attention entirely on me while he cleans them. “Mmm...best tasting pussy I’ve ever had. Such a dirty girl to have such a nice little cunt. Don’t you think?”
    I nod, unable to speak.
    “I think we should make it as dirty as you.”
    “Oh, yes, Mr. Walker. I am a very dirty girl.” A tiny shudder wracks my body. “Very dirty.”
    While I watch, he slips his hands beneath the waist of his jeans and nudges them until they pool at his feet. A quick flick and he’s completely nude before me.
    And his dick is huge. Oh shit.
    He’s long and thick, the head an angry, aroused red with droplets of pre-cum gathering on the tip. I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. Hell, I’ve never done that either.
    But later.
    After he fucks me.
    A few times.
    Mr. Walker grasps his shaft at the base and strokes himself, up and down his length. It looks like it gets even bigger, harder, if that’s possible. Oh shit.
    “You ready to get dirty, slut?”
    “Oh, yes, Mr. Walker.”
    “Beg.”
    I open my eyes wide. “What?”
    “Beg for my cock. Beg me to put it in your tight pussy.”
    This man is hitting all of my buttons. I’ve only ever read about this kind of stuff, the dirty talk and whatnot, but I loved every word. “Please, Mr. Walker. Please fuck me. Fuck my cunt and cum in my pussy. I’m on the pill and I want your cum in me. Cover me in it. Cum in your dirty slut.” I open my legs wider, show him my creaming hole. “Please stick your dick in me.”
    He steps closer, hand still gripping his shaft at the base, and positions the head at my entrance, circles it round and round. “This what you want? Want this dick in your hole?”
    I nod, rock my hips and try to force him in. “Please?”
    “Keep those green eyes one me, Debbie. Watch me while I take this pussy.”
    I do as he asks, attention entirely on him, his bright blue eyes, the pleasurable agony as he teases my sensitive cunt. He quits teasing and stills for a moment, the tip poised at my opening and then he eases the first bit into my pussy, stretches and spreads me, spears me on his fat cock.
    “Oh, God! Mr. Walker!” It hurts and feels good at the same time and I feel like I’m about split wide open. I squirm, ease away, push forward, wiggle to escape the

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