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Authors: Tanya Altbridge
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When John had to move my leg a little to the side, he went down on one knee next to me, and I thought that he must be able to see, from back there, how wet I was.
For the next picture I was supposed to stand facing the wall, resting my hands on it, bent over. John came up behind me and used his right hand to move my stomach back towards him while his left hand pressed my spine forwards. This touch was not at all like the previous ones. With my entire body, I suddenly sensed that John, too, had been holding back with all his strength. And I moaned. Loud.
John picked me up in his arms and tossed me down on the leather couch like a doll. He was not holding back now.
We needed no foreplay. The whole photo shoot had been our playtime, more than an hour of it, and that game had begun much earlier than I had realized. He simply parted my legs and kissed me, in the precise spot guaranteed to have the maximum possible effect. I came almost immediately. John raised his head, and I was frightened. Now he looked like some enormous wild beast, trembling in arousal and anticipation. Oh my god! What is happening?
John jumped to his feet, pulled me up in one swift motion, and stood me on the floor. His left arm wrapped around my waist, pinning my arms to my body. I had been put in a vise. His right arm grabbed my left leg, lifted it, and placed my foot on the edge of the couch. John knelt down, and now his face was level with my stomach, and I was wide open before him. John slowly slid two fingers into me, using his free right hand. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have collapsed. My right leg was shaking and jerking. John’s fingers were caressing me with unbelievable strength. With each stroke upward, I thought I would be lifted up into the air. And those strokes were now coming quicker and even stronger.
I came like I’ve never come before. This was wild, unrestrained, animal sex. The orgasm seized me fully. I had no idea in which part of my body it occurred. I was shaking hard and the sensation became so sharp that I screamed at John to stop, please stop! But John, it seemed, was no longer in control of himself, and he kept right on torturing me. It started to just hurt. I tried to squeeze my legs shut, but with one leg propped up and John’s iron grip, I couldn’t. I just roared as loud as I could. John didn’t let me go, but right then he changed the direction in which his fingers were moving, so that there was less pressure on my clit, and the pain stopped. The pleasure, however, remained. While still caressing me – no, not caressing, but actually fucking me – with his fingers, John stood up a little, and started to kiss my neck while he drew me forward with his left hand, the one around my waist. My back arched, but I didn’t just come again. Instead, I exploded. A fountain gushed forth from me, and John, still in motion, was sprayed all over. Diana had told me about female ejaculation, but I hadn’t really understood what that might mean. I had definitely never experienced it before. Now I had.
I don’t know how I managed not to lose consciousness. I understand even less why I suddenly felt – I don’t know what to call it – rage, maybe. For some reason I was now incredibly annoyed that John had played with my body like that, like a virtuoso musician on an instrument, and hadn’t even taken off his pants. Some sort of demon possessed me, and gave me incredible strength. I grabbed this man twice my size and ten times my strength, and I tossed him onto the couch, in just the same place where he had made me come, and where there was now an enormous puddle. I’ll show you what kind of helpless doll I am!
I pulled his shorts off and spread his legs. Yes, just as I had imagined, John’s cock was bigger than average. I wanted nothing more than to do to him exactly what he had just done to me. I grabbed his balls with my right hand – now he wouldn’t be able to get away. And I took him in my mouth as
For the next picture I was supposed to stand facing the wall, resting my hands on it, bent over. John came up behind me and used his right hand to move my stomach back towards him while his left hand pressed my spine forwards. This touch was not at all like the previous ones. With my entire body, I suddenly sensed that John, too, had been holding back with all his strength. And I moaned. Loud.
John picked me up in his arms and tossed me down on the leather couch like a doll. He was not holding back now.
We needed no foreplay. The whole photo shoot had been our playtime, more than an hour of it, and that game had begun much earlier than I had realized. He simply parted my legs and kissed me, in the precise spot guaranteed to have the maximum possible effect. I came almost immediately. John raised his head, and I was frightened. Now he looked like some enormous wild beast, trembling in arousal and anticipation. Oh my god! What is happening?
John jumped to his feet, pulled me up in one swift motion, and stood me on the floor. His left arm wrapped around my waist, pinning my arms to my body. I had been put in a vise. His right arm grabbed my left leg, lifted it, and placed my foot on the edge of the couch. John knelt down, and now his face was level with my stomach, and I was wide open before him. John slowly slid two fingers into me, using his free right hand. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have collapsed. My right leg was shaking and jerking. John’s fingers were caressing me with unbelievable strength. With each stroke upward, I thought I would be lifted up into the air. And those strokes were now coming quicker and even stronger.
I came like I’ve never come before. This was wild, unrestrained, animal sex. The orgasm seized me fully. I had no idea in which part of my body it occurred. I was shaking hard and the sensation became so sharp that I screamed at John to stop, please stop! But John, it seemed, was no longer in control of himself, and he kept right on torturing me. It started to just hurt. I tried to squeeze my legs shut, but with one leg propped up and John’s iron grip, I couldn’t. I just roared as loud as I could. John didn’t let me go, but right then he changed the direction in which his fingers were moving, so that there was less pressure on my clit, and the pain stopped. The pleasure, however, remained. While still caressing me – no, not caressing, but actually fucking me – with his fingers, John stood up a little, and started to kiss my neck while he drew me forward with his left hand, the one around my waist. My back arched, but I didn’t just come again. Instead, I exploded. A fountain gushed forth from me, and John, still in motion, was sprayed all over. Diana had told me about female ejaculation, but I hadn’t really understood what that might mean. I had definitely never experienced it before. Now I had.
I don’t know how I managed not to lose consciousness. I understand even less why I suddenly felt – I don’t know what to call it – rage, maybe. For some reason I was now incredibly annoyed that John had played with my body like that, like a virtuoso musician on an instrument, and hadn’t even taken off his pants. Some sort of demon possessed me, and gave me incredible strength. I grabbed this man twice my size and ten times my strength, and I tossed him onto the couch, in just the same place where he had made me come, and where there was now an enormous puddle. I’ll show you what kind of helpless doll I am!
I pulled his shorts off and spread his legs. Yes, just as I had imagined, John’s cock was bigger than average. I wanted nothing more than to do to him exactly what he had just done to me. I grabbed his balls with my right hand – now he wouldn’t be able to get away. And I took him in my mouth as
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