by Mona Cox
I’m still shaking from the orgasm when he takes his fingers out of my pussy and, with both hands, grabs my blouse and pulls it over my head. I lift my arms up as he undresses me, the fabric caressing my skin on the way out. Grabbing me by the waist, he forces me turn around and then pins me against the wall again, his chest pressed against my back. He starts unclasping my bra, his fingers pulling the straps down my shoulders and, in an instant, I’m grabbing it and throwing it to the floor.
I jut my ass back at him, pressing it against his body, and I have to close my eyes as I feel the hardness he hides inside his pants. I shudder as I remember how massive his cock was, his long inches pushing their inside of me... Swaying my hips from side to side, I grab my skirt, keeping it up on my waist, and grind against his cock as hard as I can. He pulls back suddenly, though, his hand darting to my skirt and tugging on it with hurried movements; I press my legs together as he pulls it down my body. His fingers slide down my calfs and go over to the straps in my heels. I think that he’s going to take them off, but his fingers go right over.
“You look good in heels,” he whispers into my ear. “So you’ll keep them on. And I’m going to fuck you like that,” he tells me, my insides boiling as his words caress my eardrums. Looking over my shoulder at him, I see him get up, a grin in his face.
“I just… I just want to please you, sir,” I mutter, desire making my voice sound mellow and submissive.
With his chest on my back, the outline of his perfectly carved muscles pressed against my skin, I start rocking my ass against him once again. I dart my hands back and, even though I can’t see what I’m doing, I let desire be my guide: I unbuckle his belt and pull it out, my fingers unbuttoning his pants with an eagerness I hadn’t felt in a long time. Zipping down his fly, I let the bulging inside his boxer briefs push against my ass, its thickness resting against my crack in a way that makes me grow even wetter.
I allow my unconscious mind to take charge and I turn to Anders then, his eyes falling on my breasts. He grabs them eagerly, his fingers cupping the softness of my flesh as he leans into me, his parted lips engulfing one hard tip as his tongue softly flicks against it.
My hands fall down the side of his body and I push on his pants, sending them down his legs; immediately after, he kicks off his shoes and removes his trousers as I pull his open shirt down his arms. I put both my hands on his chest and then he takes a step back, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of my naked body. I almost melt as I feel his gaze upon me - seriously, every woman should be fucked by a man that looks at her like this… As if she’s the most beautiful woman on Earth.
To be fair, I do the same - my eyes wander down from his face to his chest, the ridges between his abdominals almost making me salivate, and then settle into the long shape that tents his underwear. I take my hand there, curling my fingers around it as my heart keeps racing faster. With his pulsing cock on my hand, I’m hit by the sudden desire to please him, to show him that I can make him like no other woman can.
“On your knees,” he whispers, and I don’t even have to think twice about it. I’m on my knees before my brain even has the time to second guess itself..
I look up at Anders, a devious grin of anticipation on his lips. Just the way I like it. I lean forwards, tilting my head to the side and laying my lips over the fabric of his boxer briefs. I feel his thick shape becoming even harder, straining against the fabric that holds it, and I start sucking on it over the boxers. I close my eyes then, Anders’s hands resting on the top of my head. Cupping his balls with one hand, I start sucking harder as I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxers, slightly pulling them down, just enough for a faint tan line to reveal itself.
I know he can barely wait - he wants me to pull his boxers down, for me to take his cock in my mouth with eagerness and anxiety of an inexperienced virgin. But I keep a posture of defiance, teasing him hard, wanting to prolong his razor thin edge of anticipation. Inch by slow inch, I pull his boxers down, Anders grabbing my hair harder with each teasing movement of my fingers.
I keep teasing him to no end, my fingers softly brushing against his shape. Then, when he least expects it, I push his boxers down with a jerking motion, his cock springing free with a brutish eagerness.
It’s simply massive. I’ve already seen it before, but I can’t help but marvel at his size once more… And it’s so dangerously close to my lips… A shiver goes up and down my spine as I imagine me guiding his menacingly thick cock between my thighs, his fat head pushing my folds aside as he rams it inside me.
“Go on, Christine,” he tells me, and hearing his name on my lips almost makes me go mad..
Grabbing his cock harshly, I lean into him and wrap my lips around his glans, sucking and savoring the saltiness of his member. He tastes like a man should: raw and brimming with testosterone. I open my mouth wide, allowing his cock to slide deep inside of my mouth as I lean forwards. I go as deep as I can, this time pushing myself to the limit - I only stop when I feel my lips brushing against the skin at the base of his cock, his glans pressing against the back of my throat.
Hitting my breaking point, I pull back out. Then, firmly grabbing his cock by the base, I start bobbing my head, his length going in and out of my mouth at a steady pace. Tangling his fingers on my hair, he starts to guide me with his hands, dictating the rhythm - but he eases up the pressure soon enough, realizing that I need no guidance, the rhythm of my mouth on his shaft growing into an unstoppable crescendo of lustful fury.
Pulling back out again, I let his cock pop out of my mouth; I start stroking him then, my eyes never leaving his. There’s a fire raging inside of me, and I’m going to be consumed by it.
He offers me his hand then, and I grab, allowing him to pull me up to my feet. I do it fast, my hand leaving his cock and resting on his chest. With the Devil’s smile on his lips, he takes one step forward and places his fingers on my waist. He starts to guide me across his living room until the back of his knees meet the edge of his leather couch. Only then does he let go of me: he goes around the couch and sits down, his smile inviting me in. “Come on,” he tells me, “I want to see what you can do.” Anxiety clawing its way up my throat, I climb on top of him but, instead of allowing me to guide his cock inside of me here and now, he decides he still wants more.
He pushes me to the side and, moving as fast as a wild predator, he lays me down and climbs on top of me. He grins, looking into my eyes as my heart becomes so tight inside my chest it might just stop; he places both his hands on my knees and parts my legs, positioning himself between my thighs.
“First, I’m going to show you what a real man can do,” he tells me, his eyes wired up with lust. Oh, I can’t wait for him to show me what a real man can do.
Leaning into me, he starts kissing my neck, tracing a descending line each time his lips touch my skin. He traces careful and soft circles around my nipples with his tongue, then sucks on each of them eagerly before he carries on, kissing down my chest to my navel.
Oh, I want this bad. No, I need this. Laying down on the couch, right between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, his fingers softly brushing the smooth skin around my pussy but never actually touching it. I know he wants to drive me crazy with just his mouth... and hell, that sounds just right.
I keep still, taking deep breaths as he takes his time. When he lets the tip of his tongue gently fall on my clit, I can’t help but bite my lower lip, my unconscious mind fighting to take control.
With the gentleness of a man that knows his way around a woman’s body, he circles my clit with his tongue before licking my pussy in a downwards line, all of this without laying his mouth on me.
This is good. No, this is very, very good. More, please!
I grab a handful of his hair and try to force him down but, of course, he doesn’t budge. The man is made of muscles, each one of them brimming with power. With my petite frame, I’m no match for his imposing body. In fact, I doubt anyone could match him.
He’s simply one step above all other mortals.
The insanity of lust raging inside my head, I take my other hand to his head and hook all of my fingers on his hair like briar thorns, all while I thrust my hips upward. A grin dawns on my lips as I feel his mouth on me - if I told you it feels amazing, I’d be lying. It feels fucking amazing!.
He places his mouth over my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue; then he starts to suck, his tongue lashing out at me with such an intensity that I arch my back and lace my legs behind his neck. I close my eyes, allowing the wild and untamable pleasure that permeates me to run free.
Relentless, Anders eats me out as if my pussy was the most delicious thing in the whole universe. It’s hard to believe that the strict lecturer I’ve been studying under is actually a sex god. Eat your heart out, Ashley, I now have a sex god of my own!
I sway my hips up down and from side to side, his open mouth matching the cadence of my body. He keeps going until I’m half-purring, half-moaning, my mind completely obliterated by the ferocity of his kiss.
“Oh, God,” I moan as he starts licking me up and down, his thumb tightly pressed over my clit. Two seconds of it and I go blind, the whole world fading away as I explode once more. My legs start jerking uncontrollably and I bury my fingers deep in his back, my limbs succumbing to the sweetest pleasure there is.
I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he slides two fingers inside of me at once, my moaning turning into full blown screaming. Without even allowing me to catch my breath, he starts to flick his wrist back and forth, his fingers sliding in and out of me at break neck speed while he continues to apply a maddening pressure on my clitoris.
It doesn’t take long for me to come again, small explosions of delight going off under my skin. I grit my teeth hard, a scream dying in my throat as another wave of pleasure hits me point blank; my whole body shakes and twitches, and I can’t even tell when one orgasm starts and the other ends.
After this, I know how I’ll end up: sore and exhausted. Does it seem like I’m complaining? Because I’m not - I’ve been dying to have a man making me feel sore and exhausted. Well, I finally got exactly what I wanted. And, to be completely honest, I don’t think Anders’s going to be free from being sore tomorrow either.
While my mind tries to deal with these whirlpool of scattered thoughts, Anders pulls out and climbs on top of me. I feel his body pressing down on mine and, opening my eyes, I take my hands to his face and take a deep breath. There’s a seriousness on his lips, but his eyes remain gentle.
I pull him close then, my mouth on his. It’s time - he wants me now…
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he whispers, his eyes finding mine once again, an uncontrollable hunger flickering there. “You’re mine now, Christine,” he tells me, and I almost come just by hearting his words..
“I’m yours, sir,” I manage to say between hard breaths, “only yours.”
“Good girl,” he says, an all-consuming fire burning on his eyes. Grinning, he grabs my hands as he lays down on the couch, pushing me into him. I climb on top of his body, eager to feel him inside of me.
I grab his cock and place it right on my pussy, his glans resting on top of my pussy. He bucks his hips at me, my inner folds parting and engulfing his thick head. His lips curl into a grin and, before I can even prepare for it, he thrusts hard. The moment his shaft slides inside of me, it’s as if my body is burning from the inside out. I lean into him, my fingers clawing at his chest.
I’m screaming... Oh, I’m screaming really loud now. It’s impossible not to - after making an effort to keep quiet when I was on his office, I have to appreciate the fact that now I can scream my lungs out - which is exactly what I do. As he rams his cock inside me, I feel my inner walls straining to accommodate him, my whole body being torn apart by pleasure.
I remains still for God knows how long, my body still trying to adjust to the enormous cock inside my pussy. I lift my ass slightly up and moan, his thickness completely devastating me, then I ease myself down, making him go deep once more. Before I know it, I’m riding him in a pendulum motion, his cock sliding in and out at a careful and gentle pace.
I start going faster, not even knowing if I can take it. But I don’t care… I just don’t. I want it fast and hard, I want him to lash out at me with all the raging ferocity that he’s capable of.
With both his hands grabbing hard at my ass cheeks, he starts rocking his hips against mine fast, his cock hitting me deep inside my pussy with such demolishing strength that I can’t even tell what’s right and what’s left.
I had no idea that sex could be this good.
I try and match his rhythm, bucking my hips at him at such a quick pace that I start to run out of breath. But Anders doesn’t ease up - he keeps thrusting and thrusting, all of my senses completely overwhelmed by a feeling so fucking pleasant it should be illegal.
I can already tell that Anders is like a drug. Just one taste and you’re hooked. And I’ve had more than just one taste… Yeah, you can say it: I’m more than hooked. I’m an addict.
He smacks my ass hard, grabbing my cheeks hard and feeling the sway of my body with his fingers. My muscles become tight and I know it’s coming. I have no other option but to surrender to that tidal wave of pleasure.
“OH GOD!” I scream out in ecstasy, my limbs flailing as if I’m having a seizure. Well, I am… I’m having a seizure of pure surreal pleasure. It courses through my veins fast and, for a split second, I can’t see or hear. All that my brain is capable of processing is the rush of endorphins that Anders’s cock has unleashed inside of me.
I feel him tense up then but, acting by instinct, I tighten my pussy around his cock like a vice.
“More,” I mutter. I still want more from him. I pull him out of me slowly, my body trembling as I do it. I roll to the side, my back against the couch.
“More? If you think you can take it,” he tells me with a grin. He gets up from the couch and picks my limp body from the couch with his strong arms. He takes me down the corridor and carries me straight to his bedroom, fully knowing how he wants to finish this sex marathon.
Still holding me, he turns the knob and steps inside. In three steps he approaches the bed, throwing me on top of the mattress harshly. I lay stomach down, almost no strength left in my body, as he climbs on top of me.
Before he can hook his fingers on my waist, I’m already jutting my ass back at him. Adrenaline and ecstasy run through me, and I use it to prop myself up on all fours and wiggle my ass at him.
Let’s see what you can do, Professor Anders..
He slaps my ass hard enough for me to moan and bite my lower lip; I half-expect him to smack me again, but the next thing I feel is his thick glans pressing against my pussy. I push my ass backwards by instinct and he buries his cock in me to the hilt.
This time there’s nothing gentle about it. There’s just unbridled lust, a savage desire to fuck me senseless - which is exactly what he does. He starts to thrust at me like a ferocious beast, each movement of his drawing a high-pitched scream out of my lips. Fucktoy, he called me, and that’s exactly how he’s fucking: as if I’m his toy, as if I only exist to please him.
I love it
“Harder!” I tell him. “Harder, please!” He has already pushed me to the limits, but I want to go beyond that. By the time we’re done, I want to be utter and completely spent.
And that moment is coming really soon.
Each thrust of his makes my body tense up, pent up energy pooling on my extremities and aching to be set free. I grit my teeth, holding on for dear life as he keeps his relentless pace.
“Don’t stop!” I moan, bucking my ass back at him, his thighs slapping hard on my ass cheeks. Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe he just can’t help himself - either way, instead of stopping he doubles his efforts.
He pistons into me mercilessly, both our bodies tensing up as a coiled spring. I’m bunching up the sheets, clawing at the mattress l
ike a wild animal, when that final wave of devastation hits me. I collapse, my body going limp and shaking at the same time. My God, is this what Heaven feels like? There’s a sweet pulsing inside of me, sparks of electricity waking parts inside of my mind I didn’t even know existed. Maybe this is what it means to “cum your brains out”.
At the first spasm of his cock, he pulls out of me swiftly. One of his hand squeezes hard on my ass cheeks as I hear him growl; one fraction of a second after and I feel his warm cum hitting my lower back. I moan as the warmness of his semen coats my skin, his cock spraying all over my ass and back. I roll around, facing him and baring my chest to his spasming cock. He looks at me with a sated look behind his eyes, holding his cock as it keeps squirting thick ropes of cum all over my breasts and stomach. I’ve never seen a man cum so much - I never even knew it was possible to cum this much, honestly.
I give him my best grin as he finishes, his cock still twitching in his hand. He lays down next to me, his eyes closed as I turn to him and caress his chest with the tip of my fingers.
“So,” I start, still moving my fingers over his bare chest, “how did your fucktoy do?”
He turns to me, an easy smile on his lips.
“A+.”
165
Anders
"Double scotch rocks neat, please," I ask the bartender. The drink is already in my hand before I have a minute to think about whether I should ask for a triple.
Yeah, it's gotten to that point. I'm thinking about getting a triple helping of scotch to take an edge off that won't seem to go away.
