by Sanya Sitter
His massive cock stands erect before me, teeming with all the virility I’d expect from a man of his stature. The girth and size of him stirs a kind of sudden excitement—I want to pounce Mr. Stone, wrap my legs tight around the bulk of his waist and ride him until he relinquishes his seed inside me.
I stare up Mr. Stone, lips of crimson trembling at the enormity of him. I feel so small, so weak… I am powerless.
“Suck.”
The words echo in the dark. My body moves on its own. What choice do I have but to obey?
One hand moves to cup his ball sac as the other wraps loose fingers around the shaft. His pulse beats in my hand as I gently guide his cock, bringing the tip to my mouth.
My soft, wet lips part and wrap themselves around the head. I take special care to cover my teeth as my head lowers itself slowly, effortlessly.
The flat of my tongue slips along Mr. Stone’s cock as I make my way down, drooling bits of saliva that roll down the shaft, all the way down to the hand massaging his balls.
“Mm—mmmm…” I moan at the taste of him, stroking his cock and lowering my head down farther, deeper…
My tongue curls around the neck, licking and teasing him while my hands work his whole dick. I tickle his scrotum, stuffing my mouth full, forcing him down, and down…
Then the head collides with the back of my throat and I fight to suppress the gag reflex. Spurts of thick saliva trickle over his cock as I retch and choke at the sheer size of him.
But I am determined to get him all the way down…
Dark tears of mascara roll down my flushed cheeks when his giant dick pushes past my tongue and enters my esophagus. I gag some more, but hold him there, squeezing his girth in the tightness of my throat.
“A—Agh!” Mr. Stone groans, throwing one hand on top of my head and gripping my hair tight.
I suck and slurp and stroke the length of his cock with my whole throat, pushing deeper, trying desperately to ignore the pain and the urge to breathe.
The tip of my nose grazes the bulge of his hard abdomen. I’m so close…
Mr. Stone’s grip on my hair tightens and his head tilts back. I slobber and slurp along his whole dick, now lodged in the depths very depths of my throat. I tense every muscle in my neck, fighting every urge and impulse to eject him.
I place a gentle hand on top of Mr. Stone’s clenched fist around a clump of hair, looking up at him through watering, blood shot eyes.
“Push…” I say through gargled words, nodding slightly. I apply a bit of pressure to the back of his hand, encouraging Mr. Stone to shove me down onto his cock.
And with that, Mr. Stone grips clamps tight around my skull, pushing me down the rest of the way.
My nose squishes with his abdomen and my airways are completely cut off. My tongue laps at his ball sac, drooling and licking as I play with them in my palm.
My head bobs up and down at the force of Mr. Stone’s whim, pulling me up along his shaft by the hair up to the head, then plunging me back down until my lips are wrapped around the base.
I choke and gargle his entire length, sucking and squeezing every inch of him, pleasuring him to the very best of my ability. Then I feel the slightest twitch at the very back of my throat and I know he must be getting close.
“Ungh!” He reels, lifting me by the chin with both hands to throw me off his stiff dick just to stop himself from cumming right then in my mouth.
Thick strands of spit cling to his cock as my throat relinquishes him. Beads of precum dribble from the head as Mr. Stone winces, barely able to contain himself.
Free to breathe at last, gasping for air, I can’t help but giggle at the though of him losing his control like that. Perhaps this is his first time getting a blowjob from a real woman.
“You think that was funny, do you?” He asks, scowling down at me. The look on his face is enough to get snap up straight.
“I—I’m sorry—I just—“
“Stand up,” he says, and I do so immediately. As I rise, my breasts are wet, gleaming in a mess of saliva and dribbling precum. I wobble a bit upon standing, forgetting that I’m still wearing heels.
“Turn around.” His voice is cold and callous. I study him a brief moment, wondering what he is planning. But I don’t dare spend more than a second before complying with his wish.
With my back turned, I feel a warm hand sliding along my sides, rolling over my curves, from the top of my ribcage down the small of my back. He pauses a moment when his palm reaches the top of my ass.
“Bend over.”
I twist my neck to peek over my shoulder, timid and hesitant.
“Did I say you could turn around? Bend over. Now.”
And I do as commanded, once again. The heat of his palm caresses my round ass, slipping between my cheeks and brushing against my thighs. His hand lifts a moment, then—
SMACK!
I stagger at the force of his hand landing square against my ass and yelp. Did Mr. Stone just… spank me?
SMACK!
Another blow lands hard against the other cheek and I wince at the pain.
SMACK!
“Ungh!” My body writhes and I moan loud and long. My blond hair falls over my face, my legs shudder at the moist heat between my thighs.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
I fill the room with ecstatic wails, writhing, accepting my punishment. My pussy quivers and melts with every blow. Wet juices gush between my legs. Despite the intense, stinging pain, I find myself only wanting more…
But then Mr. Stone stops. He grips hard on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart with violent force.
“I don’t fucking believe it,” he says, tracing an index finger between my slick folds, “you’re fucking wet! You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
My head droops and my eyes are covered by wet hair that clings to the sweat of my face.
“Answer me!” He yells, digging deeper into my ass cheeks with his fingertips and shaking.
“I—“
“You’re just a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you?”
“Mr.—St—“
“Admit it!” Another rough spank lands against my stinging red ass, the hardest one yet. “You’re just a dirty fucking slut! Say it!”
“I’m…”
SMACK!
“I’m just a s—slu—“
SMACK!
“Now!”
“Okay, okay!” I huff and wince, nearly collapsing from his blows against my battered ass. “I’m just a dirty, filthy slut, and I fucking like it, okay?”
A stream of sweat rolls along my spine and pools above my ass as I lift myself up.
Then Mr. Stone grabs hold of me by the waist, carries me over to the bed and tosses me face first. My naked body slips on the smooth satin as he pulls me back by the angles, splitting my legs wide apart.
And then I feel it. The girth of him spreading apart my wet entrance, and my lips giving way to his enormous cock. His size parts my tight walls as he enters me and my hips jolt. My ass slams against his pelvis and he holds me there by the waist.
My slick fluids coat the length of his cock, lubricating his way into the very depths of me. Mr. Stone grunts and squeezes my sides. I contract the muscles of my core and he huffs and groans, feeling my tightness around his stiff dick.
My legs quake beneath me, barely able to hold me up. My lungs fill with moans of ecstasy between quick and shallow breaths. Mr. Stone impales me, slowly, nearly splitting me in half with the magnitude of his cock. I want to scream, but bite down hard on my lower lip instead.
Then my eyes go wide and my back arches reflexively when his dick bottoms out at my cervix. I can’t contain myself any longer.
“Unnngh!” I moan, wildly bucking my ass against him. “Yes! Fuck me!”
Mr. Stone grunts and groans, using my waist as leverage to thrust himself inside me, again and again. The rock hard muscles of his abdomen pummel and beat against my perfect ebony ass. Wet j
uices flow between my thighs and wet his trimmed pubes as my pussy devours every last centimeter of cock.
“Yes! I—I want it!” I scream, feeling the tingling ecstasy coursing through every nerve with each fucking motion. I work his cock like an expert whore, coaxing his cock to empty its load deep inside me. “Give it to me! Cum inside me, Mr. Stone!”
And then every muscle in my back goes tense when I feel the subtle twitch of his dick against my cervix.
“F—fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum!” He groans, yanking me hard against his pelvis and holding me there in a vice grip.
A deep and powerful energy begins to swell inside my core, rising up and expanding out to my extremities. My whole body shudders and my knees buckle. He continues his relentless pounding, fucking me senseless as my torso droops, gone limp from sensory overload.
My tight pussy wrings itself around Mr. Stone’s hard cock, coaxing him to cum until he finally resigns himself to ejaculation.
My deep moans echo as the flood of warm spunk fills my uterus. Our bodies spasm together as we climax, lost in euphoric tremors.
Mr. Stone’s torso slips on the sweat of my ass while jets of sperm fill my insides. My pussy explodes in a fit of orgasmic quivering, tightening itself along his whole length. Again and again, his cock empties its massive load in spurts of warm, thick cum.
And at last, when my pussy has milked every last drop of semen from him, we collapse together in a mess of sweat and fluids.
And as the intensity of the orgasm subsides into a relaxing afterglow, only one thought occupies my mind: what kind of car do I want to buy first?
DIRTY DEVIL
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