by Alexis Angel
Then he pushes a finger inside me, hard and deep, continuing to push me toward the edge. He adds another finger, rubbing my clit with his thumb while he thrusts his fingers in and out of me.
My pussy clamps down hard around his fingers, clenching them as he finds my G-spot and sends me spiraling out of control. My fingers grip my thighs even harder as I try to open myself even more to his relentless assault. My back arches, my tits are pressing forward, and he claims one with his mouth, his teeth scraping across the sensitive nipple as he finger fucks me into oblivion.
“Oh god, Kirk, yes. Fuck. Oh fuck.”
My head is rolling side to side as my entire body explodes, the orgasm ripping through me.
“That’s right, baby. Fucking cum for me,” he growls, and his words send me even higher, somehow making this mind-blowing orgasm go on and on endlessly.
I shudder and shake, my entire body quaking with the waves of pure ecstasy that Kirk is raining down on me.
I feel myself squirt, just like he wanted me to. Only WineBar has ever been able to make me cum this fucking hard.
When I finally start to come down from the orgasm, he pulls his sticky, cum-coated fingers from my pussy and paints my tits with my cum before bringing them to my mouth.
I open wide and lick off every bit of my own juice before he lowers his head to my tits and laps up the cum he just left there.
“You like that don’t you, dirty girl? You fucking crave cum, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I moan. I’m so far gone already, even though I know Kirk’s only just getting started.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make sure you get all the cum you want. But first I want more of you.”
Not wasting a second, he grabs me by the waist and pulls my pussy right up against his face. I keep my hands on my thighs, digging in so hard I know there will be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t fucking care. I just want more of WineBar’s skilled tongue.
He starts sucking on my pussy right away, and I can’t help but let a loud, quivering moan escape from between my lips. It’s loud and wild, and it makes Kirk growl into my pussy, which sends another round of heat through my body as the vibrations bring me shockingly close to another orgasm.
This guy—he’s a winner. Let me tell you. He can give me back-to-back orgasms that pretty much just flow into one big, giant endless explosion of pleasure.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, coming up for air. “I fucking love your pussy. So fucking perfect. I could eat you out all day.”
Sounds good to me.
With my bare pussy at his mercy, he pulls me into him once more, craning his neck and pressing his wide-open mouth against my drenched folds.
With instinct taking over me, I start bucking my hips like mad, rubbing my wetness all over his face. I’m completely out of control, but he doesn’t allow me to lose my focus; his fingers are still hooked on my hips, and so he controls each and every one of my erratic movements.
His tongue goes up and down fast, tracing the length of my whole pussy, and then he uses it to jab at my insides, sliding it in and out of my pussy.
He flicks and curls his tongue, hitting all the right spots deep inside me. I groan and moan, and then he wraps his lips around my clit, pressing down on it with the tip of his tongue.
“Yes, fuck, oh my god, don’t stop.” I pant, warm shocks making their way from my pussy and reaching my brain like a thousand firecrackers exploding in quick succession.
Sucking and licking furiously, WineBar is relentless, using his tongue to push me mercilessly toward the edge and, once I’m there just dangling off it, he just throws me right over the fucking cliff.
Sucking on my inner pussy lips, his tongue jabbing at my insides, he takes his hand to my pussy and presses down on my clit with two fingers. He starts rubbing it in fast, harsh circles, and that’s all it takes for me to lose control. I throw my head back and let out a wild scream.
Every single muscle in my body spasms and twitches, and I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss tears through my body in what feels like the wildest, most extreme climax of my life.
How is it even possible that every orgasm this guy gives me is better than the last? But it is.
And I’m fucking grateful for it.
I’m soaked, drenched in my own cum—a quivering, filthy mess.
But WineBar isn’t through with me yet.
He climbs up my body, then he gives me a deep, dirty kiss, letting me taste myself all over his tongue. Then he’s up on his knees, teasing my pussy with that glorious cock, and I want to offer up some kind of sacrifice to the sex gods because I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I need to show my appreciation.
“Open your eyes,” he commands.
I do as he says. And fucking hell, he looks so ridiculously hot with his chiseled body there between my legs, his hand wrapped around his massive cock as he runs the tip all through my drenched folds, soaking himself in my cum.
“Fuck, baby, you like that cock, don’t you?” he says, his eyes glued to my pussy that I know is opening for him, begging him to come right on in and stay awhile.
“I fucking love it.”
Total truth. I don’t think I can ever get enough of that cock.
But he loves to tease. He doesn’t give me what I want yet, doesn’t fill my hungry pussy with that massive throbbing cock. Instead he just rubs it all over me until it’s dripping with my cream.
Then he reaches up and grabs my hair, tangling his fingers in it as he yanks me up from the bed.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now.”
He’s barely got the words out before he’s thrusting into my mouth.
I open wide, taking him in as deep as I can. I choke a little at first because he’s so fucking big. So thick and hard.
I relax my throat and hollow out my cheeks, flattening my tongue. I make my mouth as tight and wet as I can as he fucks my mouth good and hard.
He’s got both hands in my hair now, gripping me good and holding me in place so he can just ram his cock down my throat over and over again.
“Mmm,” I moan around his thick shaft, loving the way it twitches with the vibrations from my voice.
“Jesus Christ, Em. You feel so fucking good. Your mouth was fucking made to take my cock.”
Hell yes, it is.
I taste the salty pre-cum on my tongue as he pulls out and glides right back in repeatedly. Every time he pulls back, I swirl my tongue around the wide head of his cock, then I flatten it back out to let him slide back in, as deep as I can take him.
Kirk’s cock hits the back of my throat, making me gag and my eyes prick with tears, and I love every fucking second of it.
I reach out and cup his balls, rolling them gently in my palm. They feel so heavy and full, and I can’t wait for him to spill his cum all over me—down my throat, on my tits, in my pussy, in my ass. I want all of it.
I want every last drop of his cum. I want to fucking bathe in it.
I try to take him even deeper; it’s no easy task since the man is fucking huge. And I know he’s so close. I can feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, his breathing wilder, his mumbling more desperate as he continues to fuck my face.
But just when I think I’m about to finally get a taste of the cum I crave, Kirk pulls his cock from my mouth and shoves me back on the bed.
I watch, mesmerized, as he grips his thick, pulsating shaft in his fist and gives a few quick jerks, then his cum is shooting out everywhere.
Thick ropes of hot, sticky cum fly from his cock and splatter all over my tits. It’s warm and wet and perfect.
Over and over, Kirk’s cock throbs with his release, and his groans make my pussy practically vibrate.
After like a hundred streams of cum have finished shooting from his cock, Kirk looks down at me and smiles that sexy, wicked grin I love so much. Then he rubs his still-hard shaft all over my tits, making me gasp with the sensation of his slick h
ardness gliding smoothly across my nipples.
When he’s totally coated in his own cum, he kind of waves his cock in my face, and I have to laugh. But I know exactly what he wants because I want it too.
I prop myself up on my elbows and let him feed me his cum-covered cock.
And I lick up every last drop.
So let me just pause here for a second and take a little break from this fucking fantastic little WineBar fantasy. Because I need to tell you, WineBar is like a fucking Olympian when it comes to fucking.
Because the guy is like, always hard. Seriously. Like, even though he just came all over my tits—which was really fucking spectacular—he’s still hard as a rock.
Like fantasy fucking or not, that’s my WineBar.
He can go all night. I know this because he has. So like, we really have to figure this shit out that’s going on between us because I don’t think there’s another man in the whole fucking world that can fuck me as good as Kirk can.
Okay, back to our regularly scheduled fuck fantasy.
“How bad do you want this cock, baby?” WineBar says, rubbing it on my pussy lips again now that I’ve thoroughly licked it clean.
“Uhhnngg, fuck, so bad.”
I’m so ready for it. Like, I’ve been ravaged by some pretty insane orgasms already, but I know that those are nothing compared to what Kirk can do to me with that magic cock.
“That’s right, baby. You know this cock is yours. Fuck, your pussy was fucking made for this cock.”
Before I can even prepare for it, he thrusts suddenly, raising my hips from the mattress and gripping my ass with his hands, driving his cock so deep inside of me that it’s a miracle he doesn’t split me right in fucking two.
Holy fucking hell. It’s like the most perfect feeling ever.
And just when I think he can’t fuck me any deeper, WineBar grabs my ankles and tosses them over his shoulders, and he rails me even harder.
He’s like a fucking machine, pistoning into me so hard and fast that I can barely breathe. The pleasure is racing through my veins like a fast-acting drug, contaminating my brain and filling it with pure ecstasy and making me completely fucking delirious.
I start to close my eyes as he reaches for my tits, squeezing them hard. But then he says, “Look at me,” and I have no other choice.
I watch as he drives into me repeatedly, and it’s the hottest goddamned thing I’ve ever seen.
Then, when he pinches both my hard nipples at the same time, I just give over completely to the sensations, and my pussy tightens up around his cock like a vise.
“Fuck,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, the perfect pain traveling from my nipples to my brain to my clit. I claw at the sheets and buck against him, my pussy so tight around his cock.
And he just keeps on fucking me into oblivion.
“Cum for me, Em,” he demands, his words somehow filtering through my sex-clouded brain.
I respond instantly. It’s like my body is a slave to his commands. I convulse and shake, my pussy clamping down so tight on his cock that he has to work to keep pumping into me.
I gush, cum pouring out of my pussy as WineBar fucks me right through the orgasm. He tilts my hips up even higher, and I lock my ankles around his neck as I ride the wave of the best fucking orgasm ever.
Then, like he knows exactly what I need, he grabs me and flips me over. My body feels like a rag doll. I’m so used up and spent from these earth-shattering orgasms, but still I want more.
“Fuck my ass, Kirk,” I beg shamelessly, and I don’t even care.
And he gives it to me just like I like it.
His chest is pressed against my back, and all I have to do is jut my ass back to feel his thick shaft between my ass cheeks. I grind against him, wasting no time and stroking his cock with my ass.
His cock is so wet from my cum that he just slides right in my tight little hole.
He moves his hips softly at first, matching the movement of my body. But that doesn’t last for long; a fraction of a second later, he thrusts violently, impaling me with his shaft all the way to the hilt.
“Harder, Kirk. Fuck me hard—as hard you can!” I cry out, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass drowning out every single coherent thought floating inside my head.
I ask him to go hard, and hard is exactly how he goes. Putting all his strength behind his movements, his cock rams in and out of me so fast I don’t even know when it’s going in and when it’s going out. All I know is that he’s fucking me with the intensity of a man on a mission.
A man who wants to drive his woman wild.
“Ugh.” I grunt, unable to scream any longer. Biting down on my lower lip, I close my eyes and surrender to the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes against me.
It overtakes me completely, and I can feel every square millimeter of my skin light up, my whole body blazing with the fire Kirk’s set loose inside me.
“Can you keep going?” he asks, bending down over my back with his lips close to my ear. Slowly, he pulls his cock out and returns it to my pussy, rubbing it against the swollen lips, the wide head ready to split me once again.
“What do you think?” I whisper, but my voice betrays how close to being completely spent I am.
Still, I don’t care. I want to keep on fucking. I need to keep fucking.
“I think you’re perfect, baby,” he says softly, and then he blows my fucking mind.
Curling his fingers around one of my ankles, he pulls my leg up and over his shoulder as he drives into me while I’m on all fours…well, all threes, I suppose
“I love this view,” he says, his voice so deep and sweet that I can’t help but close my eyes and smile.
“Don’t hold back now...” I pant, but I know he doesn’t need instructions.
“Have I ever held back?”
“No.” I smile as his fingers dig deep into the flesh of my ass cheeks.
“That’s right. Not about to start now, baby,” I hear him say, but my brain is no longer capable of processing the meaning of his words.
“Fuck, Em. Your pussy was made for my cock.”
It’s not the first time he’s said it, but I fucking love it.
I dive headfirst into one of the pillows, and Kirk holds me back by the hips, driving into me over and over again as if our lives depend on it. And I’m starting to think they do.
“You don’t want me to hold back,” he starts, “and so I won’t.”
With that, he pulls back once more, then he thrusts his cock into me so fiercely that it’s like his flesh is made out of fire. His thick shaft stretches me wide as he pounds into me, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again—the sound of it drowning out my moans.
And let me tell you, I’m moaning really fucking loud now.
I’m on the verge of passing out from utter ecstasy. My eyes are rolling back in my head, and I’m alternating between seeing flashes of radiant light and blacking out, but it’s that intense pleasure that keeps me conscious too.
It’s the most intense sex of my life.
“Oh fuck!” I scream again, a storm of ecstasy raging over my brain and consuming me. “Oh god, Kirk, YES!!!”
Pure electric fire crackles under my skin, my muscles growing numb as a violent spasm shakes my entire body, my pussy clamping down on Kirk’s cock like I want to keep it right there inside of me forever.
With an animalistic growl, WineBar drives into me one final time, then I feel him pouring out his hot cum all inside my pussy—so much of it that it spills out and runs down my legs. We’re covered in hot, sticky cum as we collapse on the bed, totally exhausted and so well fucked that I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.
And that, babe, is just how filthy my mind is. A fantasy so fucking awesome that I made myself cum like ten times.
But as perfect as that was, it still doesn’t compare to the real thing. I know now what I have to do.
I need to have sex, yeah.
But I need to go home.
I need to see WineBar. I need to figure this thing out.
Because I miss him. And the next time I cum, I want it to be because he’s bringing my wildest fantasies to life.
And when he does, I know it’ll be even crazier than what my dirty little mind can imagine.
Emily
My sunscreen application with Sunscreen turned out to be a real success. A couple hours and a piña colada later, I’m still thinking about the sunscreen, followed by a couple different moisturizing oils. Sitting alone on my hotel room bed, I’m considering how I could use more of that.
I have Sunscreen’s number, with an open invitation to contact him any time—preferably soon. There’s just something keeping me from making the call, or text. I take a quick shower, hoping to reset myself.
Then…nope, still don’t feel like calling Sunscreen, although I know it’ll make for a fun evening.
I try resetting myself yet again by ordering room service and some wine and watching Spanish-language TV for a while.
None of it works.
“I guess I’ll call WineBar,” I say out loud. As if that’s the plan after all, as if I need to talk myself into it.
I turn off the TV, feeling like I’m in a sort of trance. I don’t know why I need to call Kirk right now, but I feel my trip will be incomplete without talking to him, hearing his voice, and bringing him into my life again.
I call WineBar’s number and stand on the floor next to the bed as the phone rings. What do I say to him?
I just stand there, listening to the phone ring, nervous about him picking up, nervous about him not picking up, and finally feeling deflated as that goddamn voicemail message starts. It’s not happening with WineBar tonight. At this point, I’m wondering if it might never happen, so I hang up.
It’s getting late now, and I’m well-fed and a little tipsy, so fuck it, I’ll just do it.
I lie back on my bed, find Sunscreen in my contacts, and finally just fucking call. The phone barely rings twice before his voice chimes through.
“Hello!” He sounds enthusiastic.
“You know who this is, don’t you?”
“Yeah, do I ever. I’m glad to hear from you.”
