by Taylor Shade
Goddamn, I love that mouth. It’s perfectly formed. Plump juicy red lips under the most delightful nub of a nose.
The very thought triggers a gob of pre-cum to flow out of the tip of my cock, slinging its way down in a little stringy dribble. She notices, and moves to lap it up.
Fuck! So fucking hot! Sweet goddamn, I’m going to cream this girl’s mouth right now!
I grab her hair from the nape of her neck and pull hard.
TWELVE
Sloane
Oh God, here it comes. He’s going to face fuck me.
I so want it. I want to get face fucked! I want to feel that cock ramming down my throat, launching its explosive salty delight in a stream of thick white hotness.
He positions my head over his cock and places it at the opening of my wide open mouth. I greedily welcome its thick hardness inside.
I’m getting better at this. Yesterday I was a big sloppy mess with his cock. Did thinking about it so much “re-program” my body and mind to be able to handle it?
Maybe, but whatever. I don’t care. It’s in my mouth and I’m a happy girl.
I try swirling my tongue around but he’s not wasting any more time. He rams my throat hard, slicing my face open with his rigid strokes.
God, so good!
Tears are streaming down my cheeks as I gag. He pulls my head off of him and allows me to cough.
“Okay?” he says.
I cough and nod, then present my mouth for more.
He slams into me again, even harder this time. I’m so determined to take it to the hilt, this thoroughly delightful massive beast.
I get some suction going, but it’s no use. My mouth is a punching bag for him. I just keep it open and take my heavenly hammering. All I can really do. I’ll get better, I swear.
“Oh God!” he shouts as the thrusts get faster.
My body tightens in anticipatory happiness, knowing that I’m soon going to have his happy load in my mouth. I can’t wait for it, the steady stream of man flow.
He grunts long and deep, then there it is.
Oh my sweet heaven, yes!
It gushes into my mouth and down my throat, a raging river of thick hot saltiness.
I begin to choke, trying to hang onto as much of it as I can.
But it’s no use. It flows out everywhere—from my mouth, from my nose. I swear it’s even coming out of my eyes, but that’s silly.
All I know is I’m bathed in cum.
And I goddamned love it!
I stifle the urge to run to the window and shout “I love cock and cum!”
I look up into his eyes, his firm monster still in my mouth.
He’s coming down from his orgasm, smirking down at me.
“Such a good little cum slut,” he says, reading my mind.
I nod yes, my teeth accidentally scraping the top of his cock.
He doesn’t seem to mind because he just strokes my hair, gazing down at me admiringly.
He pulls out of my mouth and I cough again. The wonderful taste of cum is everywhere—in the back of my throat, on my tongue, around my teeth, up my nose, on my breath.
He leans down and kisses me, swirling his tongue in my mouth.
Wow, no man I’ve ever known would ever do that, especially with his own cum in my mouth. This man is certainly different.
THIRTEEN
Drake
Perfection.
The only word that truly fits Sloane Kenner.
Damn, what is happening to me? I’m Drake Concord. I can have any woman. They’re usually all the same to me. Just another slit for the fucking.
What is it about this one? Why is she getting to me so much? Why am I so captivated by her?
Fuck, that’s scary. It almost pisses me off, like she’s making me lose control of a part of me. I never lose control. I control everything.
Fuck!
But as I look into those big eyes, her eyeliner hopeless now as it streams down her cheeks, my spunk overflowing out of her mouth and down her chin, I’m completely sold.
This girl is one in a million.
And I still haven’t even had my cock inside that sweet tight pussy.
Goddamn, that’s got to change! And soon!
Such a perfect girl. So ready to be molded. I’m going to treat her to sexual thrills like she’s never imagined before.
Fifty days. That’s how long it will take. That’s the message I get from her body.
Fifty days until she is the most sexual girl on the planet. Meaning she comes from sucking my cock, comes from slaps to her ass, comes from anal, comes from my voice command, even comes from text.
This is going to be fun.
I pull my cock out of her mouth and slap her face with it. I’m losing my erection but I still have enough girth to make a splashy thwap! sound on her face.
Then I thwap! her from the other side. She loves it, going into a cock-induced frenzy.
“You love cum, don’t you?” I say.
“Yes, counsel,” she says as she tries to catch my flopping cock as it thwaps! her face all over.
“You’re my dirty filthy little cum slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, counsel.”
“Tell me. Tell me how much you love my cock.”
She looks me in the eye and her voice gets deadly serious. “I love your cock, counsel.”
Oh God, I may just get hard again right away. Her beautiful blonde hair framing that delectable spunk-splattered face is a sight to behold. Throw in her sultry tone and dirty words and I’m in heaven.
“This is just the beginning, my private little slut,” I say, “Oh, the things we’re going to do. Toys, machines, collars, straps, leather, latex, floggers, cuffs. It’s all coming. It’s all coming in massive amounts for you, my sweet little whore. You are going to please me well, I can tell.”
She shudders, her mouth twitching. She loves being talked to this way. So many girls would be running out the door by now.
Fine. They don’t get it. I don’t force it on anyone. They’re free to go at anytime. She chooses to stay because she wants this, she responds to this. She needs this.
“Whore!” I roar. “My dirty little whore!”
I thwap! her in the face several more times. Her eyes close and she shakes all over.
I lean down and kiss her. She’s in such a hyper-sexual state she nearly tears my lips off.
I shove my tongue as far down her throat as I can, tasting my own cum again. Fuck, she’s amazing! I may have finally found my perfect girl.
I pull back from her and move away.
“Show me your pussy,” I say.
She looks at me a little confused.
“Get on your back, put your knees up, spread your legs wide, and stretch your pussy lips wide open.”
FOURTEEN
Sloane
The soft fabric of his rug strums my back in gentle strands as I happily comply with his command. I so want him and my pussy to get together again, this time with his cock.
I glance down at the nine-inch monster I’ve already gagged on. It’s still near-hard, flopping around. I bet it never gets truly flaccid.
I swear he’s a man-beast from another time, either reincarnated or truly immortal. Okay, so maybe I’ve been watching too much Grimm and Constantine, but there’s something magical about this man, something other-worldly.
Am I really here? Is this really happening to me?
The sharp sting of the welts on my ass tell me this is real. Fucking real. I’m with this beast of a man.
And I’m spreading my pussy for him.
“Delightful,” he says as he gazes down at my slit. “Such a sweet little cunt.”
The word cunt is supposed to make me angry, but from the mouth of this man its vulgarity is so appropriate. He seems to possess a pass to all nasty words. They all sound so right from his lips. He can toss dirty words at me all day long.
“Such a sweet pussy in need of a good fucking,” he says as he drops to his knees
. He gets on all fours and dips his face down to about a foot above my crotch. I buck a little, wanting to thrust my so-ready twat into his face.
But I resist, even though the tiny action gives away my desire.
He stares into me from his perch, those crazy eyes gleaming with multi-colored neon intensity from the outside metropolis. Waves of intense craving crackle my bones, causing my hands to twitch.
God, I want to grab his face and shove it down onto my clit, using him as a fuck tool like he used me.
But it’s not my place. If he allowed me to do that, something would be off. I much prefer waiting for his command, the teasing mystery of his sultry eyes and hidden plans.
He’s motionless, a rocky carved statue right above my streaming lips.
Oh God, do something!
But he does nothing. He remains, a man frozen in an icy stare full of unrealized promise.
I can’t take much more. I seriously can’t. Eons seem to go by and yet he remains, stoic and unmoving.
A noise fills the room.
It’s me again, making some sort of a half-yelp, half-groan. Trying to signal him to do something.
Because I swear if he doesn’t do something, I’m going to come all on my own.
What is that? Is that a smirk again? Yes, he’s smirking!
Goddamned bastard.
He’s toying with me. He knows how inflamed my pussy is, but he’s just hovering there... a full foot above her as she writhes in wet yearning.
My hips squirm in circles as my breathing escalates. I grit my teeth and clench my fists.
What do I have to do to make him move? How long are we just going to sit here?
But he remains, impressively stuck in time, the evil smirk even more cruel.
“Grrrrrrrrrrr,” I hear myself saying.
God, I’m such a fucking mess. I’m a molten dripping volcanic eruption of un-fucked girl.
When?
When?
When am I going to get fucked?
When am I going to get fucked like I need to get fucked?
I need to be fucked!
I need to be fucking goddamn fucked!
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!” I hiss even louder.
He laughs.
The bastard laughs.
What the fuck?
I don’t know if I want to slap him, kick him in the head, or yank him onto my pussy.
My feet rise up and slam down on the floor, hard.
Goddamnit, you fucking bastard, do something!
Like he hears me, he rises and moves forward, dropping the weight of his still-hard cock on top of my pussy and stomach.
My entire body convulses in longing lust.
Fuck me!
Fuck!
Me!
I so want him it’s ridiculous.
But he just flops his cock up and over my pussy and tummy again. Yes, tummy. Because that’s how big it is.
Then he does something that I will remember on my deathbed. If it’s the last image that enters into my brain, it’s this brutish wolf of a man ripping his shirt off, the buttons flying across the room.
Oh God!
Oh my fucking God!
His chest is a masterpiece of musculature. Hard pecs shoved forward, dipping down to ab muscles that look like they were chiseled by Michelangelo.
And a tattoo!
No way! Lawyers don’t have tattoos. But this one does. It’s a detailed and shaped swath of elegant writing that wraps itself from his chest all the way up around the shoulder.
So sexy. I can’t read it in the light, not that I have time to read it now.
Down below, his slim rough waist with stony abs leads down to those... things... I don’t know what they’re called... striations?... that form a letter ‘V’ down to his cock.
Oh my fucking God! I may come just from this sight alone.
My hands find his thighs, now sliding forward on top of me. They’re like rigid machines, full of raw masculine energy.
Then I reach back and squeeze his naked buttocks. They feel like steel weapons armed with pure thrusting power.
Then he dips himself down so he’s above me looking down.
The rocky chisel of his face extends to the rest of his body. He’s a wild viper of a man, all hard angles and hard lines. Muscles wrapped in tight skin.
Not your typical Manhattan lawyer at all.
God, I’m such a lucky girl.
He gets down on his elbows, his hot scotch-y breath bellowing down onto my face.
He bites my chin. I launch my neck upward, my hips bucking in unison, begging for attention to my crotch.
He shifts his cock upward toward my breasts.
Then he slides it back down to my tummy, simultaneously dropping so his chest plants itself down on my face.
Oh heaven!
I lap at his pecs, sinking my tongue deep into the crevice underneath his rocky protrusion of solid muscle.
FIFTEEN
Drake
As I hover over her, she’s having little spasms of longing. She’s looking into my eyes with a begging confusion. Barely contained lust sizzles behind her expression.
I can tell she’s never seen anything quite like me—all brains and money on the outside, raw power and animal intensity underneath the suit.
Her perky breasts bounce with the rhythm of her little quirky movements. They’re luscious.
I move my face down to them, burying my tongue between their round hills. I make little circles, swishing back and forth, all the way up to her right nipple.
I suck it into my mouth, its rigid hardness a rough nub on my tongue. I let my front teeth graze it.
She moans.
Then I move over to the other nipple, treating this one even more roughly, biting it ever so lightly.
Her fingers claw my thick black hair as my tongue dances along her soft and supple skin.
Then I rise above her, move forward, and drop my cock between the globes of her breasts.
I glide it back and forth.
“Squeeze your tits together,” I say.
She grabs her breasts and pushes them in, forming a sweet tunnel around my long hard thickness.
I slide myself up so the tip of my cock nudges her chin. She closes her eyes and tries to grab it with her mouth, but I pull it away and back down below her breasts.
I’m super-hard again, those amazing breasts electrifying my desire.
I’m an ass man, but those tits are something else. I could play with them all day.
I increase my speed, fucking her breasts faster and harder. She writhes and moans, squeezing her globes tighter on my cock.
“You like that?” I say.
“Uh-huh,” she groans in a shaking frenzy.
I stop.
“Excuse me?” I say.
Her eyes open wide. “Yes, counsel.”
“Watch it! Don’t let that happen again or you won’t get fucked like you need to be!”
“Yes, counsel.”
I see fear in her eyes. Fear that she might miss out on getting the ramming of her life.
“You want to get fucked,” I say. “You so want to feel me inside your tight pussy, pounding you until you see stars.”
Her breathing becomes heavier and faster. “Yes, counsel.”
I hover my face directly over hers, grit my teeth, and grind out my words in a low growl. “You want to get pounded!”
“Yes, counsel.”
“Railed!”
“Yes, counsel.”
“Hammered!”
“Yes, counsel.”
“Tell me! Tell me how much you want me to fuck you!”
“I want you to fuck me!”
“Go on... tell me what you really want. Don’t hold back.”
“I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want to feel you inside me! I need to feel you inside me!”
I laugh, smiling down at her.
“Very good,” I say, then rise up, my cock a firm tower with a new drop of pre-cum sitting on
the tip.
I reach over to my pants and remove a condom from the pocket. I put the package up to my teeth and rip it open. I toss it between her breasts and slide myself forward so I’m straddling her tummy.
“Put it on,” I command.
SIXTEEN
Sloane
Yes! Oh, yes, the time is here! I’m going to feel that massive beast inside me!
I’m a wreck. A total wreck. I never knew I could be whipped into such a tumultuous frenzy of wanton desire.
I take the condom and place it on the massive head above me. From this angle, it seems even bigger than before, a super-fortress of sheer pleasure.
As I unwrap the condom downward, I can’t help but caress this wondrous solid shaft all the way down to those firm large balls.
God, the beast barely fits into the condom, it’s so thick and pulsating.
Once the protection is on, a wave of anticipation hits me as I gaze up into his eyes.
His strong rough hands rub the outside of my legs with a fierce lust, moving upward along my sides to the small of my back, lifting me up.
Next thing I know he’s sliding his cock down so it glides lightly across the head of my clit, all the way past it and down, pressing into my taint.
I moan. I can’t help it. That felt amazing.
Then he moves it up again, ever so slowly, pressing on my pussy lips as the incredible length of him glides upward to my tummy again, the tip of his massiveness poking my right breast.
My hands find his sides, probing the rocky crevices between his back and chest, slabs of taut coiled energy.
He climbs all the way up to my face, slamming his cock hard down on my nose. I lick it as it glides back down again, all the way back past my pussy down to my taint.
Such torture.
My hips buck involuntarily, begging and pleading for him to enter. He’d seriously better fuck me soon.
If he doesn’t fuck me, I just might die.
Another slow glide upward, another whack to the face, then another glide downward.
I grit my teeth and growl, staring into his eyes.
