She also knew that even though, on the surface, everything seemed to be okay, and everyone was saying this was no big deal...well, there had to be a catch. There was always a catch.
But she wasn't thinking about things like that. Not much, anyway. Instead, the thoughts flickered through her mind and then she went back to imagining carnal things.
She pulled in to the motel parking lot and texted Xavier. Every letter she typed wound her insides up tighter.
I'm here.
And then a silence. A moment to think. She looked at the dismal parking lot. She tried to will herself into thinking about how this looked from the outside. To think with her mind, for one fucking moment. But she couldn't. Her breath was stopped in her chest until her phone rattled in her hand, the three digits of the room number on the screen, no more.
He opened the door and they looked at each other in silence. He was already undressed, except for his boxers. Her eyes moved over his dark skin, the taut curvature of his muscles, the shape of his cock inside the fabric of his underwear.
She stepped in to the room and he closed the door, brushing against her body. He had a smile on his lips. Then his mouth was near her neck, and her skin turned to prickled flesh from the nape of her neck to her inner thighs. “You kept me waiting,” he said. Rachel felt a hot flush creep over her face. Xavier slid her shoulder bag from her arm, and it dropped to the floor with a thud.
“Get undressed,” he said. “Just down to your underwear.” He moved to the bed and sat on the edge of it, elbows on his knees. The light smile was gone, and now he was devouring her with his eyes.
Which she loved. She felt the heat of his commanding stare burn through her, and it seemed to wring her insides until she was gushing. She unbuttoned her blouse, feeling his hungry gaze as though he were physically touching her. She slid her blouse away from the new lingerie she had purchased: black. Naughty. The bra was transparent: a pointless bra. An incredibly unprofessional bra. Her pink nipples winked through it, and they turned hard at the thought of Xavier touching them. And then afterward, Josh.
Rachel was so worked up she felt like she could come with a single pulse to her clit. She slid her form-hugging black skirt off, and let it fall to the floor in a heap. The matching panties were also transparent, essentially useless. She watched Xavier's eyes as they burned into the small patch of black material, looking through it to see if she had done what he'd asked.
His approval registered with no more than flicker in his eyes. His mouth turned up a little.
Was it wrong, what went through her head at a moment like this? It was, but it was deliciously wrong. She liked the look on Xavier's face, now that he could see she had shaved her pussy bare at his request. And she liked to think of the look on Josh's face, when he found it for himself.
“Come here,” Xavier said.
She started to step out of her shoes. They were also new. They were five inches high, nearly impossible to walk in. She had stood in front of the mirror with these heels on, and her transparent underwear, and she had been filled with an excitement of a completely new kind. She was stunning. She knew it. She enjoyed it. She enjoyed being sexual as opposed to cute.
“Leave those on,” Xavier said. Why did just a sentence like that get her so wet? She could feel her underwear sticking to her. The useless fabric was soaked through and now her eager juices were smearing on her thighs.
She stepped toward him until he reached out and slid his hands along the back of her thighs. Her hips were right at his face, her pungent thighs and pussy staring at him through the fabric. His hands were hot against her skin. He barely touched her, traveling from the back of her knee to the lip of her buttocks, where he wedged his finger and slid it against the sensitive skin. She felt her entire body convulse with pleasure.
He leaned in toward her underwear and inhaled her. Then she felt one hand curled under the fabric at the back and pull it down. The panties peeled away from her, and he tugged at them with impatience once her pussy was bared, until they tore and fell tangled at her feet.
He pressed his face against her bare skin, and the bristled hair of his neatly-trimmed beard grazed her virgin bare skin. She felt another involuntary convulsion in her body. The sensation was almost too pleasurable to bear. His lips were on the very top of her gash, right where her skin parted to ripe fruit, when he murmured: “That's very nice, Rachel. Very naughty.” His baritone voice vibrated through her skin, into her folds, humming against her aching clit. She felt her pussy pulse and more of her excitement ooze from inside of her. She placed her hands on his head to steady herself.
“What other naughty things will Rachel Elliot do for me today?” he said, his lips still against her in the same place. But at the end, at the very end of his sentence, his tongue slid into her pussy and along the spine of her hard clit.
Almost to the bundle of screaming nerves that were protruding from its tip. Almost. But not quite.
Rachel felt her breath leave her body as though someone had punched it out of her.
Anything. Anything naughty, she would do. Whatever occurred to him. She could only think the words but not say them. She clutched his head as his tongue took another dive, slowly, along her clit. She held her breath as he moved down, closer to where she wanted him to go, and then finally, finally, rubbed the tip of his tongue against the slick center of her clit.
Her body shuddered.
He did it again, and she made a sound that she had no way of describing. Not a moan, not a squeal, not a gasp. A sort of desperate mewl.
Do it again, she willed him.
Instead he brought his lips back to where he had begun. “Hmm?” he purred. “What will you do for me, Rachel?”
He parted his lips, and his lower lip dipped down below her clit. He could take the whole nub inside his hot mouth, but he didn't. Rachel felt her breath turn ragged and almost panicked. “Anything,” she managed to say.
He sucked her clit into his mouth. Then he grasped her ass and pushed her against his mouth. She felt herself turning, spinning, then pushed onto the bed. Xavier was smiling, she could feel the shape of his smile against her bare pussy lips. “First let me play with this bare pussy,” he said.
He pushed her legs apart. He was on the floor now, kneeling at the edge of the bed. She knew he was admiring her bare skin, her pretty and petite lips, her tiny clit that had hardened to an engorged button, swimming in a pool of her juices.
He teased her with his tongue. His beard scraped at her inner thighs, and he had to hold her open when her legs flailed. He squeezed her to hold her still as he made a wide circle over her outer lips. Her clit throbbed to be touched. She was so close now that she would come in a few seconds if only he would just suck her into his mouth again.
Instead, he trailed his tongue down, down...oh, Jesus. Down to her asshole. For a second she felt a shiver of embarrassment – this was new territory to her, a rare, rare thing between her and any of her lovers. And secretly, she had been craving it. She had been imagining it. She had masturbated in the shower thinking about what it would be like to take him inside her ass.
He didn't spend much time there, though: he made a quick circle, then took a tiny plunge into her flesh, and returned to her cunt. He flicked his tongue at her clit until she made a sound similar to sobbing. She lifted her head to see what he was doing, and then he dove in, and she sank into his mouth. In only a second her stomach hardened and her whole body was seized by an orgasm that made her scream. Actually scream. Most times she faked that, or at least hammed it up. This time she actually had to scream.
Xavier did not release her from his mouth. He kept going, until she raised herself up on her elbows and tried to twist away from him. It was too intense. “I can't take it,” she panted to him. But he did not relent. She fell back on the bed, and closed her eyes, moaning.
Soon enough, though, the intensity turned again to an ache of need. Almost as if it was plan just to torture her, he stopped. As he rose to the be
d, he turned her over, and she went willingly to all fours. She felt his hands on her body as he adjusted her to what he wanted, the view he wanted. He unhooked her bra and slid the straps from her arms. He pressed on her lower back so her ass was in the air for him. He nudged her legs together at the knee and apart at the ankles. He pushed her head down.
She could feel his cock against her legs as he arranged her. He had freed it from the boxers. It was smooth against her skin, and heavy when it slapped against her. She tried to turn and get a glimpse of it. She liked to look at it, and this too was an unusual and new thing for her.
“Put your hands on your knees,” he said. He helped her as she reached back with hesitation, unsure of what he wanted, and he placed her hands against the back of her knees. His fingers returned to her pussy next, pulling it apart, rubbing her clit, admiring what she had done for him.
He pressed the fat tip of his cock against her pussy, and rubbed her clit with his head. She felt herself pulsing with desire to feel the size of him inside of her. Even as wet as she was, even as much as she wanted him, she knew that as always, it was going to burn when he filled her up. Just for a moment, as her pussy was pushed to its limit – and it felt like the absolute limit – by his cock.
He entered her slowly, letting her enjoy every sweet second of pain as he pushed her open. Every second that it took was immeasurably desperate for her, until she was filled. Every inch was a wait for the satisfaction of feeling him all the way inside of her, all the way until his hard balls pressed against her pussy. Her skin was stretched out as though someone were pulling it from both sides, and so the tiny bundle of hypersensitive nerves of her clit was exposed. He slid a finger down to it, and rubbed the skin there.
Rachel jerked at the sensation: this was a place, a part of her body that was never exposed, never felt anything rubbing it. The pleasure was so intense it burned. He did it again and she screamed into the sheets. Her hands whipped up next to her face and she fisted the fabric into tight balls as he continued his assault until she felt herself screaming toward another climax.
But he stopped, just as she was almost at the edge. He didn't move, just let her squirm on the bed in desperation, his cock inside of her. She tried to rut against him, and push herself over the edge, but he held her with one large hand on the small of her back, and she couldn’t move.
When she calmed down, she felt his hands pulling her asscheeks apart.
She opened her eyes and gasped.
She craved this, and now more than ever. Her pussy was gushing and she was deliciously close to coming, and she felt already as though she were fucked-out. Too exhausted to resist. Too hotted up to feel pain.
His fingers swept over her anus, and she let herself give in to the sensation. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and he made a sound of approval at the encouragement.
When he had put his thumbs inside of her and held her open, the last time they had fucked, at the station, Rachel had been surprised at what she could take. As he slid a finger inside of her now, she winced, but the pain went away quickly as she relaxed.
“That's good,” Xavier purred. She felt him slide another finger inside of her, and then he began to fuck her gently.
His fingers pressed against his cock through her body. He began to move his hips, and she started to moan into the sheets with the intensity of her pleasure. It was a foreign, strange pleasure, and she knew it was going to be an acquired taste, but she wanted it like she had never wanted anything before.
“You want more?” Xavier asked her, after he had ground into her for a while. Her body was pulsing around him, she knew, and so he knew the answer to her question. He just wanted to hear it.
“I want to try it,” Rachel panted. She tried to meet his eye from where she was crumpled on the bed.
She let out a low moan as he added a third finger to his finger-fucking of her ass. She now felt stretched out as she had never been, filled up as she had never been, Her ass was aching and she could feel that she wanted something more. In spite of the pain.
“What do you want? I want to hear you say it, naughty girl.” He pushed his hand into her, and she felt a stab of pleasurable pain deep inside of her.
“I want to try..” she panted, overcome for a moment as he twisted his fingers inside of her. His knuckles rolled to a new place and ground through her membrane against his cock, and she bit the sheets. “I want to... I want to try to...take it the ass.”
“It,” he said plainly. She could feel the smile on his face.
“Your cock,” she said.
“Mmm,” he said. He withdrew his hand slowly, and she screamed into the sheets. “I don't think you’re ready for that yet, Rachel Elliot.” She sobbed as her ass was suddenly empty, and she felt her hole spasming closed. Xavier swept a finger around the rim, and she bucked against him. “I want to try,” she panted.
He didn't answer, only fucked her pussy slowly, his hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart so he could see her gaping hole close up. For a moment, she didn't know what would happen.
Suddenly, though, he was in motion. He withdrew his cock from inside of her pussy, and she deflated with the disappointment before she realized that he was going to comply with her request.
A sudden fear seized her as she felt the blunt end of his cock against her puckered asshole. Was this really what she wanted?
She pushed herself up on her hands, and he allowed her to do it. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him. She could see the enormous, fat black column of his cock. He leaned over her ass, and let a glob of spit fall from his mouth. It fell, hot and sticky, directly into the center of her ass. Her hole was still stretched by his fingers, and so it dripped inside of her. She turned to face the wall, and she felt another drop inside of her.
He lined his cock up against her again, and she felt him push against her. His cock was hot, sticky-wet from her pussy, but it wouldn't budge. She felt her asshole constrict involuntarily, and she hung her head to concentrate on relaxing.
She felt herself open for him, and then a sharp pain as the first inch of him pushed into her. She collapsed onto the bed and yelled into the sheets. He stopped, and she felt herself throbbing around his glans. “Want me to stop?”
She shook her head. She didn't. She wanted more of him. Even though it was painful, she could almost feel what it would be like to have her entire ass filled up by him, and the sensation was calling to her. She wanted it.
He pushed inside of her, and kept going, without a pause. Slowly, inch by inch filling her. Every second was painful. She felt the rim of her asshole opening, but almost felt as though it were being ripped apart. She couldn’t make sense of why she liked the sensation, except that perhaps the delicious sensation of his cock filled her up with a dull, incomprehensible ache, and acted as a counterbalance.
And then the shredding sensation stopped. The ring of her ass was a presence of sharp, insistent pain, but it was slowly throbbing away. Inside of her, though, his enormous cock was making her feel...filled. Like she had never been filled before.
She was panting, writhing on the sheets.
He nudged her legs apart, and then she felt his fingers against her clit. He stroked her, but it was not the same as before, when her skin was pulled apart taut as a canvas. She shot her hands between her legs and pulled the lips of her pussy apart, tightly stretching them, so that he could get at that untouched, hypersensitive part of her clit.
When he rubbed against it, it sent a shot of electricity through her. She jolted and screamed. Again, and her ass clenched around his cock. She cried out, but she could not identify for herself what she was crying from – pain or pleasure. There was nothing else in the world in that moment except the poker-hot pleasure of her clit, and the fullness inside her ass.
Because the sensation of his fingers on her clit was so intense, it was a while before she came. He rubbed and she screamed, and he let her twist and spasm around his cock, then settle to a heaving ma
ss on the bed, calm, before he tried again.
Finally, he began to swipe her clit with a steady rhythm, and she screamed into the pillow until her entire body was seized by an orgasm so intense that it almost terrified her. Xavier's cock inside of her ass made it that much more pleasurable. She heard him breathe in pleasure, and she knew that he was enjoying the pulsing of her flesh around his cock as her orgasm throbbed inside of her.
She collapsed into the sheets with her ass still upturned to him. She was unable to move, totally spent. She felt Xavier turning her body, lifting her legs as though she were a doll, but she lay limp and let him move her as though she had no volition of her own. She shuddered as he spun her around with his cock still embedded inside of her.
He pushed her legs up, next to her head. His skin, dry against her own damp flesh, was hot against her nipples and her chest. He held her legs up to her ears, and she gasped as his weight pushed her body down. She imagined what she might look like at that moment, say to Josh, if he ever got his wish of watching her. What would he see, if he were sitting in the armchair, or hiding behind the curtain? Would he be able to see Xavier's cock, stretching her open?
The thought made her blood begin to boil with lust again. She had never thought of herself this way, like a pornographer. Never considered what it might look like from somewhere else in the room. The thought of seeing Xavier's cock in her ass, and her own legs bouncing around near her head with her high heels on, spiked another jolt of arousal through her.
Xavier began to fuck her. It was then that she understood the reason for turning her around. The first thrust was excruciating, rough inside of her, and she screamed in pain. But the gushing juices of her cum and excitement dipped onto his cock and when he pushed into her again it was smooth and slick. His pelvis ground against her clit. She felt herself, almost incredibly, being sucked into another wave of building climax.
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