Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
| Blogs > thickcock_4sluts > A dirty mind unfettered |
Thighs 2
|
Thighs 2 We tumbled into the elevator, my hands pulling her skirt up. The curve of her mound was carpeted by a sward of beautiful, lush cunt hair. I moaned at its beauty. Like ivy, its edges crept upwards covering her lower belly and downwards to dress the top of her thighs. I was sure — hoped — she had a lovely hairy arse too. Impregnated with her juices, the fragrant scent of cunt wafted upwards. It was too hard to resist. Dropping to my knees, I buried my face in her lush cunt hair. She spread her legs. Her hands pulled her cunt crack apart exposing deep rose-pink lips, “Eat me,” she moaned. I love cunt in all its forms and smells. This was not an invitation that I would — or could, ever refuse, but I only had eleven floors! Without taking time to breathe, my long tongue licked and lapped her cunt. I felt her squirm as I probed her<b> inner sanctum </font></b>deep — my tongue is quite long. The rapid licking and thumb-stroking of a pale pink clit that pushed out from under its hood made her push against the walls of the elevator to escape the intensity of the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. There was no flight and a moan of “Oh fuck!” escaped her full lips as she orgasmed. A stream of squirt juices… or was it pee… flooded my face, soaked my navy golf shirt and pooled on the floor of the elevator. Inexplicably, she whimpered, “Sorry.” Her room was a short distance from the elevator. Disheveled, half-naked, trembling with lust and the rolling after-tremors of her orgasm, she fumbled in her purse to find her swipe-key. “Let me.” It did not swipe the first time and she groaned, “Noooo.” On the second attempt, the welcome clunk of the lock opening was heard, and we scrambled inside the suite. Like an animal, she turned and bared her teeth. “My turn you bastard.” My squirt-soaked shirt was quickly removed. She murmured, “I love hairy chests,” and pushing me against the wall, began to suck on my nipples. The flickering of her tongue soon had my nipples erect. I flinched as razor-sharp teeth abraded and bit my sensitive nipples. My pants became uncomfortably tight as my erection grew. There has always been a direct line between my nipples and my cock. “Let’s see what you’ve got, old man.” She kneeled. Several impatient tugs on my leather belt and my pants fell to the floor. I rarely wear underwear. Today was no exception. I smiled as she gasped, “Oh my god! It’s so big — and so thick. Uncut too.” Holding my shaft in one hand she dipped her head and began to lick my balls. The insistent tonguing made me moan. In her warm, moist mouth my balls were sucked just hard enough to be pleasantly painful. With a turn of her head, she licked along the pulsing thick veins of my shaft. One hand slowly stroked and squeezed my cock. Her other reached under my cock and traced a path to my shithole. I shuddered as her fingers penetrated my hole. The rhythmic fucking nearly made my cock explode. “,” I said in a voice hoarse with lust. “Yes, I am. And this slut wants that.” The object of her attention was the large glob of clear, viscous pre-cum oozing from my gaping pee-hole. Ravenously she attacked the deep purple cock-head, sucking and licking every drop of pre-cum that she expertly milked from my throbbing shaft, pushing her tongue into my pee-hole. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock. Each downward movement took more and more of my cock into her cavernous mouth and throat. The slap on her face brought her cock-sucking to an abrupt stop. Her face flushed with anger and the imprint of my hand. She snapped. “What the fuck?” I slapped her again, hard but on the other cheek. Her hand went to her face, rubbed it and then formed a fist. Smoking rage and resentment filled her eyes. I slapped her twice this time, hard enough that she fell backward. She tried to raise herself up, but a well-placed foot on her belly kept her on the carpeted floor. “Who put you in charge?” I growled. “You’ll do what I want when I want it.” Used to being dominant, she struggled. It was an uneven struggle. Slaps on her tits and a sharp kick on her ass with my bare foot screwed with her mind. “You want this… don’t you?” I asked, indicating the erect cock that dwarfed the hand that held it. She shook her head, and then looked at the thick throbbing shaft and low hanging balls. In her eyes, I saw her imagining her tongue tracing a path around the glans, down the fat shaft, and under the plum-sized balls. She could almost taste the taint of my hole as her tongue rimmed and probed deep in my asshole. “Fuck you!” she cried. With a low moan of unfilled desire, she saw herself screaming as the thick shaft fucked her tight, dirty shithole. The smell of her hot, wet cunt filled the room as the flow of honey increased. I knew she was thinking about my fat cock taking her, hard and deep. Her cunt muscles clenched at the awful thought of not having the tumescent cock take her. She was fuckmeat. She wanted my cock to own her fuckholes. She was weary of being the top. The lascivious look in her eyes and a quick lick of her full lips told me she was mine. “Stand up. Take your clothes off,” I said. “Yes, Sir.” She smiled as she slowly, teasingly peeled her top and bra off. Her tits were magnificent and she knew it. Two huge udders, they were too big to be perky and firm. They sagged and rested on the top of her fat belly, the shape of a delicious ripe pear. Fine stretch marks added to their allure, as did the dark blue veins pulsing under the translucent skin and which radiated from two thimble-sized, deep brown-pink nipples. The nipples thrust defiantly upwards and outwards and were a temptation that was hard to resist. Dark areolae, the size of a china saucer, surrounded the nipples. They were speckled with an array of areola bumps, which I fully intended to explore. She stepped out of her skirt. With her hands clasped provocatively on her head, she thrust out her tits, as she stood naked before me. “On your knees, slut.” “Yes, Sir.” In anticipation, she dropped to her knees. Huge brown eyes looked up expectantly, wantonly. “Hold up your tits. Offer them to me.” Cupping her tits in hands that were quite tiny she pushed them up. Soft flesh flowed over her fingers. I reached over and brusquely grasped her nipples between finger and thumb. She inhaled at the sharp pain and then whimpered as I squeezed harder. Her nipples were still very sensitive from our previous play. I twisted and pulled much harder. She winced. A tear rolled down her cheek as the pain increased. Her tits were now pulled upwards by my vice-like grip on her nipples. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as I released her nipples and her tits flopped against her chest. The respite was fleeting. A series of hard slaps to her tits made her cry out, “That is too sore. Please, no!” I slapped her several times on her face. She lifted her tits up and bit her lips as I reddened her udders with more sharp harsh slaps. She gasped as I pulled the belt from my discarded pants and sobbed as the leather made deep weals on her tits. In the room’s long mirror, she could see that they were becoming a deep pink-red color. Strangely, she found that the color was quite attractive. She wondered if they would bruise. They throbbed but not unpleasantly. She was surprised at her reaction to the pain and pleaded. “Yes, Sir. Beat me. Use me.” All the time, her eyes steadfastly held my cock in her gaze. “Let me worship your lovely cock, Sir. Please.” She started as unexpectedly I moved a pace closer. Expecting the worst she braced herself. Hands placed on either side of her head held her firmly. Her eyes dilated rapidly as she watched the purple cock-head thrust without warning toward her mouth. Just in time, she opened her mouth. She gagged and gasped as the thick cock was pushed deeper and deeper into her throat. It was a shock to her. Never having gag reflex issues before, she found her throat tightening and fought her compulsion to puke. Yet, she had never taken a cock as thick before. Drool started to flow and drip in long strings down her chin, onto her tits, and over my balls. The brutality of the face fuck and deep plunging cock shocked her. There was no escape from the rapid, thrusts that distended and bruised her throat. No relief from the thick pole of throbbing meat that blocked her throat and threatened to make her faint. Her throat burned. Walnut-size balls banged against her wet chin. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She was used. Her mouth was nothing more than a fuckhole for my massive throbbing cock. Humiliated at being no more than a thing, yet she reached out and grabbed my arse cheeks. Synchronizing with the rhythm of my thrusting arse she pulled me harder, the slut in her wanted more. I tensed. My balls swelled up with cum. She knew I was close to cumming. Her eyes pleaded. With a shout of, “Fucking !” I came hard in her throat. She gagged and gulped as she was filled with gushing hot seed. Cum flowed from her mouth. That did not please her. I felt her gulp and guzzle it, her mouth sucked feverishly. She wanted all of it, wanted to savor the taste and sucked and milked my hard cock. She cried, “No!” as the throbbing cock was pulled from her mouth. “I want your cum,” she moaned. Then she smiled as spurts of cum splattered her face and hair. Strings of milky white seed covered her tits. Her hands rubbed cum into her tits and nipples. Her nipples slippery with cum glistened between her fingers. Dark areolae were now covered with a glaze of my seed. She gathered the thick milk from her face and sucked it from her fingers. She rubbed it into her belly, played with it in her navel, and felt its stickiness in her thick cunt bush. She loved it. She wanted more. She wanted my cock to gush forever. She was my slut. A hand grabbed her hair and pulled her backward onto the king-sized bed. Her legs dangled over the end. Like a good slut, she opened her thick thighs to let me see her pink cave. She looked at the softening cock with disappointment, then at me. “May I suck you, Sir?” “No.” She pouted and watched as I sat on the armchair next to the bed. “Masturbate for me, .” She smiled, “Yes, Sir.” You will feel pain and pleasure. Accept both on your knees. |
Become a member to create a blog
