His cock, impossibly hard, impossibly long, rocks hard against my soft ass. His hand, meanwhile, slips down into my panties. He traces the creases at the tops of my thighs, either side of my pussy. Then where my thighs meet my ass. Teasing gently, tantalizing, he touches and presses around my mound. I reach back for his cock.
When he starts to twirl his fingertips slowly around my clit, my knees weaken and my thighs shake. I fold forward and grab onto the rail.
With his free hand, he pops open the buttons that hold up the straps on my overalls. Lets the front apron fall. The pants are slack and they sag. That gives him some bare flesh on my ass. Which he slaps, making me shake and shudder. Now his fingers find the folds of my cleft. Scrape from the cleavage of my ass, slowly, agonizingly, all the way forward. Until he stops, right below my clit. Making me moan again.
He yanks off my tee-shirt. I have to straighten up. Hold up my arms, like a surrender. He drops it carelessly on the deck. I’m naked from the waist up in the moonlight and the sea air. His hand goes to my breasts. Squeezing, pinching, caressing them. Making me curl and sigh.
Then, with both hands inside my panties, he spreads my thighs apart.
My overalls are too loose to stay up, and they slide down to my ankles. I reach back, hunting for his cock again. He’s taken it out. It’s huge, nestling between my cool thighs. I can feel its heat. I grab it, hold. Hot, hard ridges zing with pulses in my hand.
He tugs my hair. Pulls my head back. I have to hold on to the rail. He spreads my legs wider. Bangs his cock on my mound and my clit. Slaps my ass as he pumps the head of his cock up and down my channel. I know what’s coming.
I know it will be me in no time.
I press my ass back as far as I can as the crown of him slips into my opening.
Usually, he takes the next part slowly. Gives me time to relax and adjust. Lets me accommodate his massive width.
Not this time. My eyes pop wide and a guttural moan rips out of my throat as he rams his torpedo straight, hard and fast, straight and all the way in. My legs shake and sag and he holds me up by my hips. Leaning forward on my hands. My tits swing free. His huge, thick flesh reams me, splits me wide. Hammers through me.
When my knees start to bend and buckle, he slaps my ass. Expertly landing his hand on the exact same spot as the last slap. Raising a sting. A hot, pulsing buzz. Juices trickle down my leg. The top of his cock scrapes my tenderest spot, high up in the front.
My head thrashes from side to side as I moan. He still has a grip on my hair, so he’s pulling it, and I’m pulling it too.
In this position I can’t really do any of the fucking. I can only spread my legs and be fucked. And try to stay up.
But I have plan for revenge.
Halfway through a deep, long moan, I beg him, “Kiss me, Konstantin, kiss me now.”
He bends over, his weight on my back.
As always, I’m not prepared for how excited I am by the roll of his body, as he slides his cock like a piston, all the way into me. All the way through me. The strength of his abs, the weight of him on my back, I’m going to come already.
I do. And I shout his name as I do.
Still, loose, lost in the firework blast of sensation, still I’m ready when he comes to kiss me.
When his mouth closes on mine, I spin. Turn. Stand. Push him. Up to his full height. I slide down the front of him. I know what I want.
I stop with my breasts either side of his cock. I just give them a little lift. Some support. I know I don’t have to do anything for this part. And I love it.
His cock slides between them and his hips roll. Fast. Hard.
A tapestry of emotion crosses his face in the moonlight. He tries to hold back. Even though he loves it. Almost the best. But they’re all almost the best. Every position.
But this one coming up, this is almost a fetish of mine. He knows why. I do too.
Just when it looks like he can’t hold on any longer, I grab hold of his cock, put my lips over the head of. So, I lick the underside with my tongue. Look up at him while I lick. That first taste always lights my fires. While he grabs my hair with both hands, I shake my head as my tongue brushes against the top of the shaft.
“My game this time, security guy.” I lick him. Put my lips over him and suck, then pop him out. And look up with a grin. “My game, my rules.”
His fists tighten in my hair. “You can’t. You can’t until—you know I want—I need—I have to make you pregnant—I want to make babies with you. Nothing is more important than that.”
Quickly, I stand, brushing my mound against his cock while I still hold it. I take a kiss. Look down at his mouth as I take another.
“Too late, sailor. That ship sailed.”
“You mean,” his eyes pop wide “You don’t mean…”
I nod. And grin. “Oh yes. There is a new little security guard on the way. Stowed away inside me.” I let him take it in.
Before he can speak, I say, “So now, where were we? Oh yes, my game, my rules.”
I squeeze his cock. “So, Mr. Security Guard, you will please remain at attention while your nightstick is thoroughly serviced.
In a slow slide down his body, I keep my tits squashed tight to every part of him as they pass.
Slowly, I lick the underside, gripping the huge pulsing shaft in my hand. With the other hand I cup his balls, both of them. He groans and grabs my head. I flatten my tongue and drag it slowly up the underside of his cock.
I look in his eye and grin, broadly, as I open my mouth and take him inside. He is pointed straight up, but I pull him down like a derrick. Straight out. I work his slick head along the roof of my mouth, press against it with my tongue until it reaches the back. All the time I roll my tongue against the underside. He tastes like smoke and salty bourbon.
Then I go to work. I’d love to take all night over this, but I can’t wait. I wanted this so long. Since the first time in the master stateroom below. Maybe even before that.
I push my face all the way down his cock. Cupping and squeezing his balls, I swallow him until his head nudges the back of my throat. I pause and suck. Roll my tongue around him. A gush of cool, sweet saliva slathers over the top of him.
Then I stretch my lips and push my head forward. He slips into my throat and fills it.
I hug him with the muscles of my throat. Then push on, deeper. Sneaking my tongue out to tease him with how far he’s in my mouth.
I press up and roll the muscles in my throat. Sword swallowers’ blogs, wonderful bedtime reading.
When he is all the way in, my nose is against his pubic bone, my tongue reaches the top of his balls. I cradle his balls, squeezing them gently. With my other hand, I reach to grab hold of his ass. It’s so good, I grab the other cheek and use my grip to bring him deeper.
My throat pulls on the length of him. Wet, hot, sucking. Needy. Greedy. His first vibration starts.
With his ass in my hands, I can feel the beginning of his climax. His muscles shake. His nerves twang.
This no mistaking it in his hips when they start to rock. He grips my hair in his fists and he fucks my face.
I dig my nails into the cheeks of his ass. Partly to encourage him. Partly to torture him.
He likes that. We both kind of like both sides of it.
I can never believe I found this smoking hot, wonderful man.
His shaft swells, thickening and convulsing in my throat. I moan and I feel the vibration along the length of his rod.
His thighs shudder. Hot, thick, salty sweet and sticky, bolts of his delicious cum flood my throat and overflow around his cock, dribbling out around my lips. I want to suck and swallow every single drop. I keep sucking until he’s dry.
His face tightens, screws up, twists, and then bursts, his eyes pop wide open. His mouth opens too as he shouts my name.
“Parker! God, I love you, Parker!”
I would love to reply. But it’s hard to talk with a cock in your throat. Especially one this b
ig.
He’s going to be glad I finally learned what he tastes like.
I won’t ever get over an urgent need for more of that.
I really hope you enjoyed that fast, sizzling tale.
VALENTIN is an eperienced Russian man
desperate for the innocent young
American girl
VALENTIN
VALENTIN
NOW
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