off
again," he murmured, pulling his foreskin back. I took him into my
mouth, his knob swelling, his shaft becoming solid as I sucked.
Rolling my tongue over his silky glans, my lips stretched tautly
around his broad shaft, I closed my eyes. My cunt would be next, I
knew, as I imagined him driving into me, my body jolting as he
fucked me.
Was being
fucked by another man simply a physical coupling? I tormented
myself. Flesh to flesh - ashes to ashes. How would I feel after I'd
been fucked? How would I feel when Den had gone, knowing that I'd
sucked his knob and swallowed his sperm? How did I feel, being used
for crude sex? At that time I didn't know how I felt. Had I
emotions, they were alien to me.
"Lick my
knob," he breathed, pulling back until my wet lips enveloped his
ballooning glans. "Go on, lick it." The taste of sperm lingering in
my mouth, I snaked my tongue round his purple globe, wondering
whether he'd ever be satisfied. "Play with my balls," he instructed
me. Obediently, I cupped his balls in the palm of my hand, gently
squeezing them as I moved my head back and forth, repeatedly taking
his phallus deep into my mouth.
He took longer
to come this time, giving me longer to think about the lewd act I
was performing. His balls in one hand, his solid shaft in the
other, his swollen knob gliding over my wet tongue, I sensed my
clitoris swell and pulsate. My cunt squeezed, quivered, wetting.
Even though this was only a physical coupling, my arousal
instinctively rose. It wasn't that I was deriving pleasure from
sucking my neighbour's cock, I told myself. Just a natural response
to the crude act.
Did I want to
come? I wondered as the mouth fucking continued. Did I want Den to
lick and finger me to orgasm? My cunt juicing, contracting, my
erect nipples caressing my silk blouse, I became horrifically aware
of my soaring arousal. Was it the latent nymphomaniac in me,
stirring, waking? I didn't know. I'd thought I would have been
numb, an emotional wasteland. But the treacherous union was
stimulating me incredibly.
As Den groaned
in his pleasure, I became acutely aware of a desperate longing for
his sperm. The prohibited act, the danger, the notion of master and
slave, excited me, sent a thrill running through my quivering
pelvis. Again, I imagined his cock driving deep into my hot vagina,
fucking me, spunking inside me - cervix spunking. It didn't seem to
matter what I did now, I couldn't have fallen any further into the
murky pool of wanton adultery. I'd traversed all boundaries,
crossed the divide. I might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a
lamb.
"Coming!" Den
cried for the second time, his sperm jetting from his orgasming
knob, bathing my snaking tongue. I didn't swallow this time. In a
dream-like state, I savoured his salty offering as my mouth filled
and overflowed. On and on his sperm pumped from his throbbing knob,
oozing between my wet lips and his solid shaft to run down my
chin.
I was sure
that he wouldn't be able to fuck me now and spunk up my drenched
cunt. I didn't want him there, in my cunt, and yet... Again, in my
confusion, I didn't know what I wanted. As he drained his swinging
balls, he clutched my head, gently rocking his hips as the last of
his sperm oozed from his sex slit. My cunt was wet, hot,
contracting - I didn't want him there.
"God, you're
something else!" he gasped, finally slipping his cock out of my
mouth as I swallowed hard. Licking my lips, I sat back on my heels
and wiped the sperm from my chin as he tugged his jeans up. Was
that it? I pondered. Twice, he'd come in my mouth, he'd thrashed
me, used and humiliated me. Was that it?
"Now what?" I whispered, my face flushing as I looked up at
him through my matted hair. My
master .
"Now it's your
turn to come," he directed.
"No, I..."
"You're going
to come like you've never come before," he grinned, lying on the
floor on his back. "Come and kneel over my face with your juicy
cunt pressed against my mouth."
My vaginal
muscles
again," he murmured, pulling his foreskin back. I took him into my
mouth, his knob swelling, his shaft becoming solid as I sucked.
Rolling my tongue over his silky glans, my lips stretched tautly
around his broad shaft, I closed my eyes. My cunt would be next, I
knew, as I imagined him driving into me, my body jolting as he
fucked me.
Was being
fucked by another man simply a physical coupling? I tormented
myself. Flesh to flesh - ashes to ashes. How would I feel after I'd
been fucked? How would I feel when Den had gone, knowing that I'd
sucked his knob and swallowed his sperm? How did I feel, being used
for crude sex? At that time I didn't know how I felt. Had I
emotions, they were alien to me.
"Lick my
knob," he breathed, pulling back until my wet lips enveloped his
ballooning glans. "Go on, lick it." The taste of sperm lingering in
my mouth, I snaked my tongue round his purple globe, wondering
whether he'd ever be satisfied. "Play with my balls," he instructed
me. Obediently, I cupped his balls in the palm of my hand, gently
squeezing them as I moved my head back and forth, repeatedly taking
his phallus deep into my mouth.
He took longer
to come this time, giving me longer to think about the lewd act I
was performing. His balls in one hand, his solid shaft in the
other, his swollen knob gliding over my wet tongue, I sensed my
clitoris swell and pulsate. My cunt squeezed, quivered, wetting.
Even though this was only a physical coupling, my arousal
instinctively rose. It wasn't that I was deriving pleasure from
sucking my neighbour's cock, I told myself. Just a natural response
to the crude act.
Did I want to
come? I wondered as the mouth fucking continued. Did I want Den to
lick and finger me to orgasm? My cunt juicing, contracting, my
erect nipples caressing my silk blouse, I became horrifically aware
of my soaring arousal. Was it the latent nymphomaniac in me,
stirring, waking? I didn't know. I'd thought I would have been
numb, an emotional wasteland. But the treacherous union was
stimulating me incredibly.
As Den groaned
in his pleasure, I became acutely aware of a desperate longing for
his sperm. The prohibited act, the danger, the notion of master and
slave, excited me, sent a thrill running through my quivering
pelvis. Again, I imagined his cock driving deep into my hot vagina,
fucking me, spunking inside me - cervix spunking. It didn't seem to
matter what I did now, I couldn't have fallen any further into the
murky pool of wanton adultery. I'd traversed all boundaries,
crossed the divide. I might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a
lamb.
"Coming!" Den
cried for the second time, his sperm jetting from his orgasming
knob, bathing my snaking tongue. I didn't swallow this time. In a
dream-like state, I savoured his salty offering as my mouth filled
and overflowed. On and on his sperm pumped from his throbbing knob,
oozing between my wet lips and his solid shaft to run down my
chin.
I was sure
that he wouldn't be able to fuck me now and spunk up my drenched
cunt. I didn't want him there, in my cunt, and yet... Again, in my
confusion, I didn't know what I wanted. As he drained his swinging
balls, he clutched my head, gently rocking his hips as the last of
his sperm oozed from his sex slit. My cunt was wet, hot,
contracting - I didn't want him there.
"God, you're
something else!" he gasped, finally slipping his cock out of my
mouth as I swallowed hard. Licking my lips, I sat back on my heels
and wiped the sperm from my chin as he tugged his jeans up. Was
that it? I pondered. Twice, he'd come in my mouth, he'd thrashed
me, used and humiliated me. Was that it?
"Now what?" I whispered, my face flushing as I looked up at
him through my matted hair. My
master .
"Now it's your
turn to come," he directed.
"No, I..."
"You're going
to come like you've never come before," he grinned, lying on the
floor on his back. "Come and kneel over my face with your juicy
cunt pressed against my mouth."
My vaginal
muscles
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