by Dark Angel
“What do you think?” Just like that, I slide down from the seat and go to my knees, my hands running from his waist to his knees. Thank God stretch limos are this spacious. I position myself between his legs, moving my hands up and down but never really going for his crotch. There’s already a hard shape there, straining against his pants, and even though I’m dying to set it free, I take my time. Patience is the mother of all virtues, right?
“What do you want me to do…?” I whisper, biting on my bottom lip and taking both my hands dangerously close to his crotch. The fabric under my fingers is already tented up, and I have to fight back the urge to simply grab his cock and stroke him over his pants.
“Your little mouth… I want you to use it,” he tells me with a grin, easing the pressure of his fingers on my head. Never taking my eyes off of his, I grab his belt buckle and, moving slowly, start to unbuckle it. It comes undone with a metal clink and I pull the belt out from its loop, letting it fall next to him on the leather seat.
Using only my index finger, I let it go down to his crotch and I trace the contour of his thickness with my fingertip. I feel it pulse and throb, and my heart tightens inside my chest as I realize that Apollo is finally at my mercy… Or, rather, I’m at his mercy.
My fingers move as if they have a life of their own, unbuttoning each and every button on his pants. As I go down his crotch, his hard member pushes against my knuckles, urging me to go faster, and that’s exactly what I do; with one final tug I get his pants off.
Still biting on my bottom lip, I flatten the palm of my hand over his black boxer briefs, my heart pounding so hard against my chest it almost hurts. I’m still not sure how I’m going to fit a cock as big as Apollo’s inside of my mouth, let alone inside my pussy, but I’ve never been a quitter. In fact, I love a good challenge… Especially when it comes in the shape of twelve long and hard inches of cock.
Hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs, I pull them down and his cock springs free almost too violently. As it jumps into sight, I feel the flames of lust dancing behind my eyes and I can no longer resist it; reaching for it, I curl my fingers around his thickness. He’s so thick that grabbing him with just one hand is almost impossible.
“You’re really…” I start, looking at him while I try to look for the right words.
“I’m really what?” he asks, looking at me devilishly. As he speaks, his cock pulses against my curled fingers and, reacting by instinct, I start to move my hand up and down at a steady pace.
“You’re on a whole different level… I never saw anything this… This big,” I finally manage to say, the grin on his face widening as I speak.
“And it’s all yours…” he whispers, running one hand through my hair.
“All mine,” I repeat, grabbing him tightly and leaning into his cock, my eyes never leaving his. I only look away when my lips are hovering over his glans, drops of pre-cum already glistening there. Using only my tongue, I reach for it and, the moment I finally touch the tip of his cock, his salty flavor hits me at once. It lands on my tongue and, moving quickly, travels all the way up to my brain, setting in motion a frenzy of desire and lust. “You want to see what I can do with my mouth, don’t you?” I ask him, pulling back from his cock and looking him in the eyes again. “Well, let’s see if you can take it.” With that, I open my mouth as wide as I can and dive into him.
I feel his shaft pushing down on my tongue and brushing against the inside of my cheeks as it goes down, but I keep on pushing through. To see him and touch him was one thing… But to have him in my mouth is a whole new level. Only now do I realize how truly big he is and, if I’m being totally honest, I can’t wait to have him right between my thighs. I don’t care if it hurts, or if I can’t sit up straight for days… I just need to feel him in me, whatever it takes.
I push myself down until my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock, his glans already pressed against the back of my throat, and I hold my position there. I keep his whole cock inside of my mouth until I can no longer do it, and only then do I roll my lips back up his shaft, slowly moving them until they’re wrapped tight around his glans. I go all the way back, and my lips smack as his cock pops out of my mouth. Then, I tilt my head sideways and, with my lips pressed against the side of his shaft, I brush them down until my lips are on his balls. I grab his boxer briefs again and, tugging hard on them, I send them down with his pants to his ankles.
“Keep going…” Apollo groans, tangling his fingers on my hair again. I look up at him and, as I do it, I part my lips and suck one of his balls in. It’s large and heavy, and I can’t help but shudder as I imagine the amount of cum he must be holding inside of him. I have half a mind to suck on him until he succumbs to pleasure and gushes his load inside of my mouth, but I know that he wants much more than to just cum in my mouth… And, if I’m being honest, so do I.
I lap with my tongue at his balls and then I move to the next one, repeating my motions. Pulling back, I open my mouth as wide as I can and, cupping both his balls with one hand, I suck them both inside of my mouth. They fill me up in such a way that my jaw starts to hurt, and I have no other choice than allowing them to slide out of my mouth one by one. I go back to his glans then, my lips and tongue tracing an upward line over his shaft, and I fit the tip of his cock in my mouth once more.
The pressure of his fingers on my head intensifies and I close my eyes, surrendering to the wild desire fluttering inside of me. I open my mouth as wide as I can and gobble up his shaft once more, bobbing my head up and down over his cock until the wet sound of my lips on his flesh fills the whole limo. It’s funny; I have never been with a man in a car (and a stretch limo, of all things), let alone while it's moving. It’s actually nice; the gentle purr of the engine travels up from my feet and knees to my groins, and then up my spine until it finally nestles in my brain, blending in with the soft warmness of desire.
Still bobbing my head, I grab his cock with both my hands and start to suck and stroke at a matching pace, the pendulum motion of mouth and hands an entrancing one. I could keep going like this forever… You know, I always thought that a blowjob was solely for the man’s pleasure, but now I see that I was wrong; I’m sucking Apollo’s cock not because he likes it… but because I do.
I only stop when he holds me by the hair, stopping my pendulum motion, and pushes me back until his cock pops out of my mouth. “You really know how to use that tight mouth of yours…” he tells me, deviousness in his eyes. “I wonder how your tight pussy will feel…”
“Why wonder,” I tell him, a wild grin taking shape on my lips, “when you can try it out?” With that, I go up to my feet and climb on top of him, straddling him. He grabs me by the waist almost immediately, and hooks his fingers on my skirt. Grabbing harshly, he tugs on the already torn fabric and pushes it down; I raise my knees slightly, just enough for the skirt to go down my legs, and he throws it on the floor. Then, the skirt taken care of, his hands dart straight to my blouse and he pulls it over my head, forcing me to raise my arms up in the air.
“You look delicious,” he tells me, his eyes roaming all over my naked skin, and I can almost feel him peeling off my bra and thong with his eyes.
“Look who’s talking,” I whisper back at him, taking both my hands to his crotch and grabbing his cock again. I want to push his cock deep inside of me, to ride him until I pass out, but he’s taking his time… Instead of simply pulling me close, he brushes two fingers down my neck and to my cleavage, and then he keeps going until his fingertips meet the place where skin and thong meet. Slowly, he goes over the barrier, my eyelids drooping as I feel the soft pressure of his fingers on my drenched pussy. Desire igniting my movements, I start to stroke him at a gentle rhythm, my hand going up and down his shaft with clockwork precision.
As his fingers leave my pussy and go back up my torso, a shiver runs up my spine and makes my skin prickle. He takes his hands to my back and, finding the clasp of my bra, he unhooks it and pushes the whole thing
down my arms. That gentle warmness of desire grows fiercer under my skin as the cups fall from my breasts and bare my nipples, two hard rosy points aching to feel his touch. As if he could read my mind, he leans into me, parting his lips and fitting my right nipple into his mouth; lapping at it with his tongue while he sucks, he forces a whimper out of my lips, pleasure turning into sound.
“You’ll moan,” he tells me, pulling back and looking at me. “And you’ll scream…” He goes to my other nipple, nibbling at it with the right amount of pressure and making the desire that roams free inside of me grow hungry and wild. Rational thoughts are losing themselves in the woods of my mind, and I don’t even want to reel them in; no, let them go and lust will take over, exactly the way it should happen.
“I’ll moan, and I’ll scream…” I whisper into his ear, and then nibble at his earlobe, pulling on it with my teeth. “But you’ll have to make me.” That’s all I have to say; the moment the words leave my mouth, he lets go of my tits and flattens the palm of his hand right between my thighs, pressing hard against my drenched pussy. With a wicked grin, he pushes my thong to the side and, without waiting or teasing, he simply pushes his index finger past my folds. Curling it upward like a hook, he runs it all the way in, only stopping when his fingertip is tightly pressed against that inner spot inside of me, the one that has me moaning right now.
I throw my head back and, not caring one bit if our driver can hear us, I let the moan that’s climbing up my throat explode in the air. He takes that as a good omen and slides his finger out and then in again, fingering me until insanity takes over. God, he’s only using his finger and I can barely think straight… When the moment comes for him to use his cock, I’m really not sure what’s going to happen to me. Is there such a thing as too much pleasure? Can you die from it? I’m more than willing to find that out, if you ask me.
“I want…” I pant, and he slides his finger all the way in until it meets my G-spot.
“You want…?” he asks me, rubbing his finger against my insides and making me breath so hard that it’s almost impossible to speak. Screw that; I can barely think of what I want to say, let alone say it.
“I want…” he does it again, pressing harder against my G-spot and cutting me short. Still, I grit my teeth and power through, ordering my brain to keep working through the avalanche of pleasure that’s assaulting me. “I want… I need… Your cock. Right now,” I finally manage to hiss between gritted teeth, the pressure of his fingers on me forcing me to close my eyes as my muscles tense up and turn as hard as concrete.
“I know,” he whispers, resting his thumb over my clit as he keeps on rubbing my G-spot. “But I’m calling the shots, Ashley. You’re the one who has to do what I want… when I want.”
“But I… I need it so much…” I whimper, my fluids already dripping down my inner thighs. I never needed a cock inside my pussy as badly as I do now. If I had to choose between air to breathe and Apollo’s cock, my choice would be an easy one.
“You need what I tell you to need,” he tells me firmly, running his thumb in slow circles around my clit as he moves one more finger inside of my pussy. I know that he’s torturing and teasing me, but God, it feels so good. It’s almost hard to believe that, only with his fingers, Apollo is pleasuring me better than most men could ever do with their cocks. The man is a wonder of nature, that’s for sure. “You’re mine, Ashley… Mine to do as I please. Say it.”
“I’m yours… Yours for… you to do as you please,” I repeat after him, the words coming unfiltered out of my mouth.
“Good girl,” he whispers, and starts to up the rhythm of his fingers. I throw my head back and start to sway my hips, moving them at a matching pace, and it doesn’t take long for Apollo to drive me to the edge of pleasure. Feeling me close to the breaking point, he drives two fingers as deep as possible inside of me, pressing hard, and rubs my clit with quick vicious movements. Just like that, I come undone, my weak moan turning into a high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy.
“Oh… my… fucking… God…” I breathe out, the muscles in my throat straining to get the words out, electric sparks running up and down my body and making my muscles spasm. I can almost feel my skin boiling, my mind turning into ash as the flames of pleasure simply devour and consume everything in their way… Did I tell you I was desperate for his cock? Well, that’s nothing compared to what I’m feeling right now. This isn’t desperation; this is a pure unbridled need. I must have his cock, and I must have it right now. I won’t be denied.
The moment he takes his fingers out of my pussy, I thrust against him, pressing my pussy against his shaft. He doesn’t resist; instead, he grabs me by the ass and pulls me into him. With my eyes still closed, fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids, I start to rock my hips, grinding against him as if tomorrow will never come. Although my thong is still covering my pussy, I don’t even bother to stop for a few seconds just to take it out; no, all seconds are precious, and I won’t let them go to waste. Not a chance in the world.
“Fuck me, Apollo… Fuck me,” I plead, my voice quivering as I keep on swaying my hips.
“Beg,” is his only response, a tone of devilishness to his voice.
“Please… Please… I need it so much,” I start, taking one hand to my pussy and flicking my thong to the side. I raise my hips and, with my other hand, grab his cock and angle it toward me. His hands go straight to my waist and he stops me right before I impale myself on his cock. “Please…” I whimper, struggling against the hold he has on me as if I’m fighting for my life.
Without saying a word, he stops holding me but, still grabbing me by the waist, pulls me down with one vicious movement. I let myself go, a scream bubbling up to my lips as I feel his cock pushing its way past my soaked folds and straining against my inner walls as it sheathes itself inside of my pussy.
“You begged for it… Now let’s see how you do,” he teases me, taking one hand up to my hair and yanking on it. I grin at him, placing both hands on his chest, my trembling fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt. I do it hurriedly and clumsily, swaying my hips at a crescendo. It’s hard to focus on two things at the same time, but I do my best, only stopping when the last button on his shirt pops out. I run my hands up his stomach, feeling his abdominal wall under my fingertips (whoever says that an eight-pack can’t be real clearly has never heard of Apollo Kane) and his firm pectorals, and I push his now open shirt down his arms. “Like what you see?” he asks me, a mocking grin on his face.
“I liked it from the moment I first saw you…” I manage to respond, trying to isolate my brain from how good it feels to have his thickness stretching me wide. “But you look so much better with no clothes on.”
“I can say the same,” he shoots back, hooking his fingers on the side of my thong and pulling it against my outer thigh. His grin widens and, in a flash, he tugs on it viciously and tears the fabric, ruining my thong but pulling it off of me. He throws my ruined underwear to the side and, now fully focused on me, he grabs me by the hips and pushes me down, forcing me to stop moving. He’s taking control, and there’s nothing I can do about that. Not that I want to… I just want to submit to him—nothing more, nothing less.
As he pushes me down, he thrusts with his hips, forcing his cock to go so deep inside of me that I can’t help but scream. By now, the driver probably knows what we’re doing back here… And what do I care? It just makes me even crazier for Apollo’s cock. With a grin on my lips, I look over his shoulder and peer through the window, watching the scenery unfold right in front of my eyes. Outside, hundreds of people go about their daily lives as we roll by them, completely unaware that the black stretch limo that’s passing them by has two people fucking on the inside. Thank God for tinted windows.
“You like it, don’t you? To fuck like this… while people go about their lives just a few feet away from us,” he tells me, running his hands to my ass and squeezing my cheeks.
“I do,” I respond, grinning. It’s true;
I’ve never been one for crazy sex situations, but I guess I can acquire a taste for it. Oh, yes, I can. “But I also like being with a man old enough to be my father,” I tell him, grinning as if I have gone completely mad.
“I’m not that old,” he responds, grinning back at me and thrusting even harder than before.
“Well…” I say, trying to speak between hard breaths. “You could be my stepfather then… I could call you daddy all the same.”
“You’re a wicked one, Ashley…” he tells me, slapping my ass hard as he keeps on thrusting, his thickness completely demolishing my insides. “If you were my stepdaughter… I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you,” he continues, letting go of my ass and taking both his hands to my breasts, squeezing them eagerly. With his hands no longer on my hips, I resume the sway of my hips, riding him as hard as I can. Beads of sweat are already pooling on my forehead, but that only makes me go even harder.
“I wouldn’t stop teasing you until… Until you fucked me, Daddy,” I grin, rocking my hips so hard that beads of sweat have already started to trickle down my back.
“Oh, that wouldn’t take long,” he shoots back, matching the sway of my hips with a fast sequence of hard thrusts. I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as my whole body starts to tense up, Apollo’s violent thrusts numbing my mind and delivering me into the hands of ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck…” It’s all I manage to say, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. Leaning into him, I feel my hair cascading down my shoulders as I shut my eyes; I place both my hands onto my chest and I dig my fingernails into his skin, hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t even react to the pain I’m inflicting; he simply keeps on thrusting and thrusting, lighting the fuse and forcing me to blow up like dynamite. “FUCK!” I shout, a violent seizure taking over my body. Pleasure is raging through my veins and completely demolishing every single one of my nerve endings. But he’s not done yet… Oh, no, far from it.
