I continued to work my pulsating nib, rubbing my swollen labia just before making his wishes come true. I started with one finger, but I was so wet that it meant nothing, so I went to two. His breathing became more labored and intense, along with his stroking. I could tell he was about to come since his balls had begun to contract and his legs were trembling. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as I pumped my hand in and out my sopping hole to his rhythm. We both convulsed and came in unison, surprisingly. Not completely spent, he let go of his still semi-hard rock and motioned me over. I crawled on all fours between his legs and straddled his hips, making sure my clit was in contact with his shaft. He moaned and urged my movements on as I rocked my hips back and forth for extra pleasure. I could feel him stiffening so I sat up on my knees just enough to let him slip inside me. As of this moment we still had not kissed. Feeling the muscles of my vagina contract around him, he became more aggressive. He grabbed me by the nape and pulled me close to his face, staring into my eyes as we thrust together. I could see the beads of sweat form on his forehead as his breath quickened. Soon he began to grunt and snarl, like an animal, as I picked up speed on his dick. In one move he let go of my neck, slapped me across the face, grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks in one hand as he roughly kissed me, biting my lips. There was so much pain and pleasure at once I didn't know what to feel. I was even more turned on!
"Fucking choke me and call me your little bitch!" I implored. He happily obliged. "Tell me I'm your fuck slut!"
"You're my little fuckslut and I'm going to fuck you up real good, darling."
I continued to grind my hips into his, wanting to take in every inch, but he knew more had to be done. Just when I thought he was going to come again, he locked my legs around his waist and flipped me over to my back. He was still strong and solid from his days in the military. No six pack, but firm and massive in the arms, legs, and chest- where it counts. My eyes widened with anticipation as I grew anxious for what was coming next. He plowed into my cavern deep and hard. His balls slapped my ass as my thighs clenched around his waist, trying to bring him even deeper into me. I could feel the tip of his dick hitting my cervix and g-spot over and over again. I could barely contain my squeals of delight. He continued to grunt and sweat and pump into me furiously, while never breaking his gaze into my eyes. I tried to close my eyes in ecstasy, but each time he'd slap my face, squeeze it, and kiss me hard while fucking me. It was so primal!
His strokes got shorter and faster and I just knew he was going to shoot his load. So I reached down and grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed before he could erupt. He had closed his eyes for that quick moment but when he opened them, he knew what I had done and laughed mischievously.
"Well, well, well...I think you're going to regret that."
He looked crazed- almost how Manson looked, like, always. He dripped with sweat as his eyes narrowed with mischief. I was actually a little scared, but I trusted him with my life, so I knew this was part of the game. He sat up on his knees, yanked me to mine and shoved my mouth onto his throbbing member.
"Now you're going to suck me good and hard until I tell you to stop. And then I'm going to pound your face until you choke on it, okay my little cunt bitch?"
Before I could respond, he shoved me down again to do as I was told. I could taste our sweet and salty mixture on his shaft, which amused me, since I had never tasted semen before. We're taught to duck, dodge, and avoid, so that's what I did all these years. Who knew it would be so good?! He palmed my head further onto his length as I began to choke and gag. My mouth filled with spit as my eyes teared up from his girth. I coughed and gagged as I struggled to allow him in deeper. I could feel the tip touch my tonsils when I nearly lost it and had to push away.
"Oh no" he said, "it looks like you lost something...let me help you find it again!" as he shoved his prick back into my throat hard. Then he began pinching and twisting my nipples as I sucked him down. My throat had begun to adjust to his size and I was finally able to lick his shaft while he fucked my throat, which he apparently really liked. He reached down and began fingering my cunt, driving me wild. I began to leak, or squirt as some would say, which pleased him further.
"You really like that, huh, you little cumslut? Don't you?" He placed in his fingers in his mouth and tasted my juices. "Ummmm hmmmm you're a sweet lil' thang," as he yanked my head back and bent down to kiss me deep. He was a Southern gentleman at heart, but obviously, had a wild side. His tongue gave me welcome solace with its softness and texture. I tried to regain my composure but he just wouldn't let me. "Now let's get some more of that pussy milk flowing for my cock." In a low growl he whispered in my ear, "turn around so I can fuck you nice and deep". As soon as I turned, he slapped me square on the ass cheeks hard enough to sting and regain my deference. This man was turning me on so much with his nice/naughty act that I began rubbing my clit waiting for his entry. He enjoyed watching me work but wanted more. He bent down and licked my ass while making rounds to my love hole. He stuck his tongue in and slurped me down while nibbling on my swollen cunt lips. I began to shudder on my shaky knees and knew I could barely take anymore. He reached around my waist and pulled me back into position and forced my head down to the pillow with my ass in the air.
"Don't worry, I've got you," he said.
And there he was- the man I knew on a day-to-day basis. Although we were definitely having fun with our words, he was still himself through and through. He's a caring and easy-going guy who wants to make sure things are done properly and well. Even hardcore fucking, I guess.
