by Rachel Garon
He watched her sucking him off, enjoying the way her face looked stretched around him as he face fucked her. He began to pump his hips, watching her struggle to breathe around all the heat and thickness he was feeding to her.
Burying one hand in her hair he pulled his cock back and then he slid back inside her waiting heat. He kept that up, withdrawing completely and then entering her as deeply as he could until he felt his balls starting to tighten and tingle.
H backed away and reached for her.
Claire found herself sitting up, her back pressed against the back of the sofa as her legs were shoved back and up.
“Stay just like that.” Cole ordered and she held the backs of her thighs with her hands as she put his face into her pussy.
He opened the outer lips with his tongue, teasing at them until the slick oil coming from her combined with his mouth to make her so wet that those pink lips split apart easily. He lifted his tongue higher, nibbling at her outer lips while sending teasing licks to her clit. Claire began to gasp and shudder, her nipples tightening and her eyes going to half-mast.
He added in one finger, stroking the edges of her hole gently before going in. He was delighted to find that it was tight and heated, the fluid was running out of it and pooling around her ass crack, which made him smile as he thought about what he was going to enjoy doing to her later.
Testing her out he added a second finger and she began to arch her hips, pumping along with the rhythm that he was creating inside her pussy.
“Oh shit, if you keep doing that I’m going to come,” Claire whimpered, “I don’t want to come yet. I want to come on your cock.”
“Then you will have to come twice,” Cole said against her pussy.
He laid his tongue against her clit and began to apply gentle pressure, giving that hard nub his full attention. It throbbed and swelled as he sucked it, making his cock grow harder. Claire moaned and sobbed, her hands tangled into his dark brown mane, her fingernails scratching at his scalp.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Claire screamed, “I’m going to come in your mouth!”
Hot pulses of gooey come splashed from her slit. Cole lapped at it, his tongue returning again and again to her clit just to enjoy the feeling of it throbbing and beating below his lips.
Claire had half-fallen into the cushions but Cole pulled her back up. Putting his knees onto the sofa he guided his thick dick into her waiting hole. Instantly he was gripped by her tightness, and he could feel her trying to relax in order to let him in fully.
“You’re cock is so big,” she moaned, “Oh fuck that feels good!”
“It feels good to be inside this tight little pussy of yours,” Cole replied, aroused by her use of profanity. “I’m going to give it to you really good, make you come all over my cock.”
“Thank you.” Claire whimpered.
That did it. Something about that simple phrase turned Cole on so much he could not seem to stop thrusting inside her. He watched his cock moving in and out of her, enjoying the way his head would make a slight pop when he pulled it out and her gasps when he pushed it all the way back inside of her. Pussy juice and his pre-come sloshed and spilled onto the sofa ran down their thighs and her ass. Cole bit his bottom lip, trying hard to hold on but he knew he was about to lose control so he began manipulating her clit, rubbing it furiously until she began to cry out again.
A telltale red flush crept up her neck and she spread her legs even further, her breath was whooshing in and out like a bellows and her gorgeous face looked even more lovely and exotic even as she began to come.
Cole spilled hot come in her pussy, watching as it ran back out of her around his softening cock. He fell forward just a bit, struggling to get his breath and she giggled.
“Pull that thing out of me Doctor, let me see if I can revive it.”
The words alone made him begin to stiffen again. He stared down at his dick in total amazement, that had never happened to him before.
“You want to suck your come off my cock?” He asked and pulled the dripping wet member from her pussy.
“Put it in my mouth.” Claire replied.
Cole wasted no time, he put it against her lips and she instantly began sucking at the gooey streamers of come, hers and his, that lay in glistening lines along his shaft and head.
“You look so pretty sucking my cock,” Cole whispered and she smiled at him before going to work, her head bobbing in determined movements that elicited exactly the result she had wanted.
Cole rubbed his fingers in her cunt, oiling them heavily with their combined fluids before he turned her over so that her arms were on the back of the couch and her ass was lifted high in the air.
He dipped his fingers back into her pussy and rubbed the wetness on her asshole, Claire moaned and whispered yes and he spat in his hand, rubbed it along his cock and pressed himself into her ass.
She was even tighter behind. He had to go slow and she was begging for more while he was still trying to get his head past the tight muscles around her opening. When he finally got all the way inside the tunnel she began backing up, thrusting and humping at the solid weight in her asshole.
“Take it,” Cole said as he began to move harder and faster, convinced that she could handle it.
Claire’s thighs shook and her ass jiggled under the onslaught of his plunging cock. Her tits swung back and forth, hitting the back of the sofa and she felt an orgasm coming.
Cole felt his own orgasm building, his teeth grit together and he slammed into Claire, his hands gripping the spread open cheeks of her ass as his dick drove in and out of her.
They came together, both of them crying out and shaking with pleasure. The beating dick in her ass made Claire’s orgasm even more intense, the feel of hot come spurting inside her had always been a huge turn on for her.
They collapsed on the sofa, Claire rolling far over so he could lie beside her.
They may have laid there forever except a loud noise startled them both. Sitting up they saw a helicopter hovering across the edge of the mesa that the house sat on.
“That’s my Daddy!”Claire squealed.
“Shit!”Cole yelped.
He tossed her skirt to her and grabbed his clothes and then he dragged her down the hallway, desperate to get her into some clothes. He rummaged through drawers in the bedroom while Clair stared at the simple wooden bed and the hand carved dresser in a type of awe. He tossed a t-shirt at her to replace her torn blouse and she used it to wipe herself off. Groaning but amused Cole handed her a second shirt and tossed the first one into a corner.
They were as dressed as they could be so they went back into the living room, Claire kicking the remnants of her blouse under the sofa, and opened the front door.
“Daddy!” She yelled, waving her arm.
Cole didn’t know how she expected to be heard over the noise of the blades but he didn’t bother saying anything to her about it. She was jumping up and down, her breasts bobbing in a way he wished she would stop because the last thing he wanted was to say hello to her father while he was dealing with a hard on.
The helicopter landed sending dust swirling across the flat table of land. A very handsome man got out and ran toward Claire. She held out her arms and he hugged her hard.
“I’m sorry, “he said. “I was trying to do what was best for you.”
Claire blinked, “What do you mean Daddy?”
Her father looked embarrassed as he shot a look at Cole, “You have gotten so Hollywood. You seem to only want to be on television and to be in the spotlight and I thought that if you got a scare thrown into you it might change your mind, make you decide to go to college and do things differently.”
Rich people, Cole thought with some amusement. “Your thugs shot at us.”
“I know, I’m sorry. They were told not to let her go and I never thought that they would take it that far.”
“Your pilot is dead.” Cole added.
“I know,” he sighed. “It’s a pity
, he was a great guy. He used to fly upper management for the company, which is why you didn’t recognize the plane,” he directed the last at Claire. “But, thankfully the other two men are going to be okay. And you are safe.”
Cole said nothing as Claire was taken under her father’s wing, she gave him a salacious wink and a wave as she headed for the helicopter and her father gave him a hearty handshake and asked him to please recall that it was family business and not to be repeated.
“I don’t really care too much for cameras and reporters landing here.” Cole said evenly.
The two men stood there, eyeing each other, each satisfied with what they saw in the other’s eyes. The helicopter lifted up and Cole watched it vanish across the horizon before going inside his house.
The place seemed like an oasis after the noise of the helicopter and he set about straightening out the mess he and his unexpected visitor had made. He found the shredded remnants of her blouse and her panties and he held them for a few minutes, staring at the sofa and reliving the feeling of her warm flesh wrapped around his own, then, with a sigh, he took them out to the place where he buried his garbage and consigned them to the ground.
He made coffee, lit the lamps and picked up a book . He never wanted to return to the horrors of what others called civilization but he was very grateful that a small bit of it had dropped out of the sky for him.
Clair, in the helicopter, ran her fingers over the t-shirt and found herself wondering what the mattress on that bed would have felt like. She pushed it out of her mind and watched the sun setting to the west
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