I thought he was going to be busy cucking a woman with her wife, so I took off my makeup and got ready for bed. Hours later he posts a teasing masturbation video. I tell him how empty it makes my mouth feel, and he tells me to come fill it up then. Slip on booty shorts with no panties and a thin shirt with no bra and go. How can I say no when I’m wearing his collar? How could I say no when I always crave it?
I’m the third woman he’s fucked that day, and I know I’ll be sucking a random woman’s juices off his cock. In his bedroom I don’t even look at his face or take off my clothes, just climb onto the bed and start sucking that gorgeous thick hard cock. He takes videos to send around, then tells me to take off my clothes and get on my hands and knees. More video, this time of his cock deliberately sliding in and out of my cunt. So slow I feel each millimeter, each vein, as he pushes in, gripping my hips hard, then slowly strokes out, making me want to push back on it, to keep my cunt full. So many positions. On my back with my legs up and held back, legs on his shoulders, legs wrapped around him, pulling him in. Then I’m flat on my stomach, legs straight out and pressed together, face in the pillows, and he’s choking me, two large, strong hands squeezing, his hips slamming into me hard. I lift up, fighting back, kicking my calves up and pushing back, but it only makes his cock drive deeper inside me. He likes it when his fucktoy struggles. She never wins. Only makes it harder on herself.
Then a break from the relentless pounding. He spreads my legs and licks my clit. I was just asking for cunnilingus tips, but he’s not explaining how he’s making my clit feel so good, what his tongue and lips are doing. Every time I come, squeezing his head between my thighs, I think he’ll stop. But his head stays down there, glasses still on, relentlessly eating me out, changing techniques so my big, sensitive clit doesn’t lose sensation. So stimulated I can barely speak, just mumble oh god and jesus and please.
Eventually he does come up for air and water, and we talk about food and movies and his day. My hand rests on his cock, gently touching, feeling it start to harden again, hearing his breathing get a touch more ragged. He said he couldn’t come again today, he was used up. But it’s getting stiff again and I need it. Greedy slut. My hands stroke him, feeling his cock harden, admiring its girth, its length, the way his foreskin slides back, the head, perfect for spitting on and sliding my lips down, tasting delicious precum. He turns me so my back is against his chest and he mounts me from behind, grabbing my hips and leisurely fucking me, always so deep I think with most men it would be too painful. But he says I’m his good girl and I take it so good, so I take it, no matter what.
He lays back and tells me to climb on. He says he likes me on top because he can grab my hips and control me, like I’m a real fuck toy, my holes just objects to please his cock. His cock seems to grow and harden even more when I rock back and forth on it and I wonder if I’ll squirt again. My clit rubs against his stomach, he’s moving me faster and faster and his hands are wrapped around my throat, making my pussy gush. It feels so good being filled, but I know what I want. I lean forward, hands on his shoulders, and tell him to use me like a toy, like the fucktoy I am. “Play with me. Use your holes to please your cock. That’s why you own them. They’re yours, to use whenever and wherever.” His face is changing, losing the dominant composure, and his eyes are rolling back. My hips keep rolling to the same rhythm, not stopping as he comes inside me, slowing as he spurts every last drop inside me. I don’t get off until I’m sure I have it all. My mouth softly slides onto the head of his spent cock, tasting his come and my juices. My second time getting fucked today. And it’s still never enough.
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