by Abby Angel
"No," Mr. M says. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and brings his mouth up from my clit, and he sucks every drop of my arousal from his fingers.
Then, while I tremble with need, he gets closer to me, his face close enough to mine that our noses are pressed together.
"Please, please let me come for you," I whimper.
He presses two of his fingers into my mouth and I taste my arousal, tangy yet sweet, on his fingers. I suck like they are the air I breathe.
"No," he says.
I'm so desperate to come. I don't know what to do. He is torturing me. Why won't he let me come?
When his fingers slide out of my mouth, I try to breathe. I want to ask him again, but something makes me wait.
"Now, come for me," he finally says.
I get shivers all over my entire body, as the waves finally roll over me and I give into everything my body aches for. I'm screaming, moaning, writhing in my bondage as I fall completely apart in the most shattering consummation of sensations that I have ever experienced. I'm never going to be able to go back from this, something in my mind whispers. The gushing arousal dripping down my thighs is sexy as hell to me. This mysterious man played my body like an instrument and I was full of some dark magic rushing through my veins. "Thank you, Mr. M," I say when I'm trembling in the aftershocks of my orgasms.
He reaches down behind my back and undoes the restraints, rubbing my wrists and ankles where I have little lines from being bound. "You did very well, C." His praise in this moment, after everything, is somehow just as good as an orgasm. And that orgasm was so incredible. He makes me feel in ways that I don't know how they are possible; he's certainly a sorcerer, the way he conjures demonic depths of pleasure that contort not just my face, but my soul. Mr. M, has twisted me up in a way I don't understand, but I'm not sure that I want or need to understand. He's too complex for me to fully grasp. Particularly when I don't understand his intentions, or the full extent of his desires. I'm exhausted and exhilarated.
“Close your eyes,” Mr. M says.
I do so, and he removes the blindfold.
“Your car is waiting,” he says. “Gather yourself and the driver will direct you back to your vehicle, he’s just outside the room.
I look up after Mr. M finishes speaking, but he’s already gone.
When I drive off, I think about everything that had transpired recently. True to Thomas's word, I have made more money than I thought possible.
It feels good to have someone managing my clients, keeping the money flowing, and providing the muscle if needed, but Mr. M in particular left my head spinning. I don’t know what to think about tonight.
I do know this…I want to see him again. David’s face flashes in my mind again, and I’m conflicted. I don’t know how to feel. I still want David so much, but the mysterious Mr. M has challenged my mind on what I truly desire.
David
Slipping into the Mr. M persona is more dangerous than I thought. I talked to Christina more than I meant to, and I kept thinking she would know it was me. Maybe on some level there’s a part of her that does know. Granted, I think Christina is more trusting than even she realizes, and maybe she just trusts that I was going back to Stanford for finals.
What she doesn’t know is that I took all my finals in a few hours. Yeah, I know, unfair. I have a perfect GPA, a perfect cock, a perfect body, and, soon, I’ll completely have the perfect woman.
I see I have a text from her.
Christina: I may have to text you more. Though FaceTime was certainly…enlightening.
I smile. After Mr. M, she still wants to text me…that tells me just how deeply connected we are. I know she felt everything I did during our Mr. M rendezvous and, yet, here I am texting her.
David: I think you should. What are you doing right now?
I know, that’s an unfair question. She's probably getting ready for another John, and I maybe put her in an awkward situation.
I’m getting her out of this mess soon. I'm letting her spread her wings right now, but who says I can’t ask her this innocuous question.
Christina: Texting you. Thinking about the future.
Wow. I’m fucking floored. She sent that message without hesitation. She could be on top of another man’s cock right now, which I know she isn’t, and that message would still sink into my gut.
David: Do you think we have a future?
I can't help but ask her.
Christina: I hope so.
I'm worried for Christina. When I found out she became an escort, I went again my first thought to confront her and tell her to stop and be just mine. I took a craftier, sneakier route, to keep her from having her freedom squashed. But now I wonder if she’s as melancholy as she sounds.
David: Can I call?
I wait several moments and there’s no response.
Fuck.
I go ahead and press the button to call, not wanting her to vacillate more than she already may have.
“Baby,” I answer the second she picks up.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have whined to you like that. I just don’t know, David, I worry about…" she pauses. “You know what I worry about.”
I inhale. “Yes, I do,” I tell her. I clench my fists because I want to be able to take away all her frustrations. “Are you going to be okay?”
“I hope so," Christina says, and she laughs.
I laugh with her, but I take this shit to heart.
I can’t make her mine fast enough.
Christina
I look over that the two frat boys that are using their fathers’ money to afford a session with me, and I can’t help but think about how different from David they are. I have my phone on me and I realize that I'm getting texts — from Mr. M!
Completely wishing that I could blow off these clients, I debate whether I should read the messages or if I should ignore them right now.
I decide to look, and I see the message and I’m stunned for a whole moment.
Mr. M: Dream of me.
I could faint, the implications of this message make me so weak kneed. I channel that lust into putting on a good show for the twin doofuses watching me.
It takes me all of 5 minutes of playing with my pussy and telling them to come on me for them to both blow their loads, and I head back to my hotel room to shower off their cum.
I decide to take a nap…but the dream I have isn’t quite Mr. M so much as David. I’m torn on how to feel about that, except I know it makes me wet.
After the new adjustments to clients not touching me, the growing feelings I have for David, and my general horniness that is pounding at my brain…and my pussy, it is no surprise that I have a worried sex dream about us.
In my head, we’re in some hotel room that I’ve never been before. David is wearing Mr. M’s suit that I only glanced for a moment, but I know it is David and I know it is Mr. M’s suit from that night. The dream starts with David kissing me so intensely that I can barely breathe.
I pull back from our kiss, pressing my fingers to David's lips. “You steal the life out of me when you kiss me like that,” I say, breathless.
David captures my wrist, pulling me to his side by my hand. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks, his voice husky, talking through gritted teeth with an intense passion.
“I’ll scream if you stop kissing me,” I tell him. Melodramatic, and utterly true. We’re like this, and if you don’t get it by now, you’re reading the wrong story.
“I want to worship your body,” I tell David.
He smirks at me so deliciously, but the way that he looks down, his face heats a little, he sucks in a breath, I know that no one has said such a thing to him before. Not anyone that he wanted before. “I want you to be mine forever. I need to be yours,” I say, whisper soft but sounding out everything that I desperately need.
Am I foolish, especially since David is so young? We are meant for each other. I feel it. And when David looks at me, when he touches me, I know th
at he feels it, too.
David tangles his fingers through my hair and pulls me to him, where I am beside him, kissing the side of my mouth and moaning against my skin. I’m on fire when he touches me, and I’m desperate for him to touch me every way he wants to. I want to be a vessel for his pleasure the way that he’s the creator of my ecstasy.
His other hand starts to take off my clothes, and he steps behind me to pull off every inch of my clothing until I’m completely bare before him.
Pressing a small kiss on the nape of my neck, David makes me shiver but he makes me wait. The tantalizing wait makes me desperate for him but I wait, I breathe, I become more and more aware of how I can’t see him and I can’t feel him right now, but I don’t turn. I don’t turn because he hasn’t asked me to, and I like being part of his power play.
I hear his clothes hit the floor. I see the pile out of the corner of my eye.
Then I feel his hands close over my forearms. David's cock is pressed against the seam of my ass, the planes of his chest press into my back. David draws his hands around me and cups my bare breasts. His mouth is on my neck, kissing me tenderly. His tongue glides over the curve of my collarbone. I moan, rubbing my ass into his bare cock, begging him to give me what we both need.
David trails a hand down my stomach and I whimper, begging with only sounds and not words for everything I need him to give me.
“You’re my perfect woman, waiting for me to touch your pussy,” David says, lips pressed against my shoulder blade now. “Are you so wet for me? Will I find you soaked for me?’
“Always,” I say, exhaling. Every time I breathe I press his cock against my ass, brush it against me more.
His other hand still on my breasts closes over my heart. David's fingers capture my nipple and tug fiercely.
I yelp. Every sensation that should hurt or confuse me only serves to heighten my lust and I’m desperate for him. I ache for this touch but I’ll only beg so much as it pleases him. Desperately wanting him like this is part of pleasing him and I love every minute of it.
“Your body knows my touch as much as your heart knows how to beat,” David says, and I feel his fingers finally brush my pussy. He traces around my pussy lips, then spreads me and teases around my clit. But he doesn’t touch me enough yet to take this to another level. He just tortures me so deliciously that I feel like I’m becoming delirious.
I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. It tastes so different to want something and to not almost viciously pursue it. The passionate and intensity that I would normally apply to pursuit I now apply to being pursued. David's own intensity matches my desire, sates it, serves it, and creates a raging sea of passion between us.
David growls against my skin, jabbing his cock between my ass cheeks. That thrust and groan is all the warning I get before he starts to work my clit, rubbing rough circles over my sensitive spot with such fervor that I start to sweat and pant. I fall back against him, and his other hand wraps around and holds me. The passionate, rough yet tender fury that David shows me now makes me ache. The dull ache within my body pulses through me and my eyes start to well up. The thick rod of his cock against me makes me hungry. I need him with a maddening lust that eliminates everything from my thoughts but desire.
The arm that’s gripping me tight keeps holding me tight, but the hand dips into my pussy, and he slides several fingers into my pussy. He pumps into me and strokes my g-spot. The instant intensity makes my pussy tremble and shake.
“You better come hard, Christina, because whatever cream you provide is what I’m using to lube up your ass while I finger your pussy,” David says, lips trailing my spine.
Holy fuck.
I know I have the same words, but I in no way want to use them. I want every hole of my body to belong to David, and the idea of using my cum to fuck me more is just so intensely hot that I can’t stand the idea of waiting a second longer.
I don’t have to wait much longer. David's teeth are on my earlobe and he sinks his teeth into me. I yelp, and his hands working me over make me shatter around his hand. His fingers milk every drop of cream from my aching, greedy pussy and I’m desperate for him to keep going.
And I want that forbidden, incredible pleasure of that massive cock deep in my ass. I am so wet just thinking about it that my thighs are streaked with pussy juices sliding down from my arousal.
“Fuck my ass, David. Claim me,” I tell him.
“I want all your holes,” David growls. “I’m going to fuck your mouth after this, all your holes should be stuffed with my cock as much as possible.”
David slides his hand back and lubes up his cock and then presses a hand against my back to bend me over. “Push out with me and let me open you up, Christina,” David commands.
I obey, and that’s all I want. To be filled with his cock and to obey his every order. They meld together in a potent cocktail of lust.
“And breathe for me, baby. It will feel so much better if you do. And you use your safe words if you need to, of course,” David says, sweeping some of my hair back and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Yes,” I say, my breathing ragged. “Use me so good, David. I fucking need it,” I moan.
He doesn’t have to be told twice. He presses the head of his cock to my ass, and David starts to thrust in. I push out against him, I keep breathing, and I follow his every order. David fucks into my ass so deep and I feel fuller than I ever have in my life. He doesn’t pump yet and I get used to the sensation of him stretching and filling me up so completely. I need him so deep inside of me and I’m crying out with so many moans. He’s not even pumping me and I’m going to come, I swear, my legs are shaking desperately.
“Still good for me, Christina?” David asks. I can hear the restraint in his voice. With David fucking his cock so deep into me, I know that it is taking everything not to start thrusting so hard.
And that’s exactly what I want.
“I-I’m going to come, please fuck me, please,” I whimper.
“Fuck, you’re such a dirty little angel,” David says, and I feel his fingers slide into my pussy. “Now that you’re stuffed so full, I’m going to fuck your ass and your pussy. I want you to come so hard you can’t walk, Christina. Don’t hold back.”
But umm his cock is so deep up my ass it could be his arm up to his elbow, and his thick fingers are stuffed in my pussy.
Fuck it.
Strike that…
“Fuck me,” I groan.
“Yes, Christina,” David says. His fingers pump furiously into me and his cock strokes long and hard deep into my ass. He takes longs strokes to fuck into my ass but he never fully exits me, and David keeps his fingers deep in me despite how hard and fast he’s pumping, so I’m never not fully to the brim from him fucking me.
I’m mewling out with the full force of my lust surging through me but I swallow every scream best I can. I breathe in staccato second after second because of how furiously David is stuffing my pussy and my ass. I need to be able to stay quiet but feel absolutely everything with maximum intensity. I want to not just for the pleasure, but because David told me to do it. I crave being obedient to him.
He keeps fucking me until I hear him grunting, hard, and I know that he’s close to coming. I’m shattering at the forceful, total claiming and just how totally he’s fucking me and I’m desperate to have all of him.
There’s just one hole left that he hasn’t fucked.
“Come in my mouth, please,” I beg, shouting it out but hoping it wasn’t too loud. It probably wasn’t because the force of how hard he’s fucking me makes it difficult to make more than what almost amounts to wheezing. I must sound ridiculous, but I don’t give a shit, I just want David to never stop fucking me.
And to come in my mouth because I want him to own me so completely.
“Yes, ma’am,” David says. His hands grip my shoulders hard and I can tell that he’s holding back the orgasm that’s threatening to explode on me no
w.
He pulls his cock out slowly, and I gasp loudly at how empty I feel. His fingers slide out of me slowly after, and he turns me around. I love the way he manhandles me, just like what I want, need, and crave. David knows my body better than I do, and his touch does more for my pleasure than my own hands ever good.
Except, perhaps, when my hands are on him. I grip his hips and I jam his cock deep in my mouth, slamming him deep in my throat. I am aching to taste him, and I pump my face up and down on his cock. I look up at him and see the shock and the arousal all over his face. I guess he didn’t expect me to be so intense, but, hey, he takes such good care of me, I need to do the same for him.
“Christina, unnhh, damn, yes,” David groans, and I see him bite his lip and I let his head roll back. His hands reach out and gather my hair into a makeshift ponytail, and he pushes my head back and forth with my own movements. He fucks my mouth and I swallow the length of him down my throat. I feel my whole airway blocked and my just breathing in him, swallowing the cum that rocket down my throat. I try to swallow, not gag, but it is a little messy. I can hear the wet sound of him fucking into my mouth and the almost gurgling sound of me swallowing every damn drop I can of his cum. There’s so much that I feel it dripping down my chin.
David looks back at me and that look of pleasure overtaking his gorgeous face sets me off, and I’m coming, hard. I shudder and tremble but I keep sucking David's cock until every last drop is poured down my throat.
I look into his eyes and suck him hard, licking him clean. Then I pull his cock out of my mouth and lean back on my elbows.
David dips down and brings his mouth to my trembling pussy, and the instant his tongue touches me, I’m set off like a fireworks show. His hand presses against my abdomen to increase the pressure, and therefore the pleasure. I’m quaking beneath him. His other hand cradles my head so I’m not flat against the floor, which is nice because I could get a boo-boo and that’s no good. I worked hard to be sex sore and walk funny, but no one needs to smack their head on a hard floor.
When I’m done coming, David kisses my pussy like he does my mouth, and then scoops me into his arms. We kiss deeply, tasting the sweaty, salty, spicy musk our cum, our lust our fucking…our love.
