her-master:(This is part 3. Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here. Please read them first.)I put you on
her-master:(This is part 3. Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here. Please read them first.)I put you on your hands and knees, got behind you to slideinto you, but thought better. I could see you quivering, dripping, swollen withyour need, and I wanted something else first. Your need, your hunger, is mine–I put my hands on your hips, leaned down, and buried my face in your pussy from behind, licking long, firm strokes. You arched your back even more, pressing your ass higher, and I licked far under you, starting with my tongue on your clit, back through your dripping wet lips, up to your tight little ass, which I circled with my tongue before doing it all again and again and again. I could feel the tension in your body; do you know how your body speaks to me? Do you know that I can feel your breathing clench and stop, the rhythmic motions of your body become desperate little quivers as all of your muscles tighten and you strain toward release? I know how easily I could bring you off like this, if I would just put my tongue on your clit and lick with those firm deep circles you love, maybe while one of my hands presses into your pubic bone underneath you. I know you could cum so easily for me, and you think you need to, but instead I slide my tongue into you. Yes, I see everything: I saw your neck arch, heard that grunt deep in your chest, and saw your little toes clench and splay. Look at you—ass in the air with a man twice your age behind you, fucking your wet little cunt with his tongue. You like that, don’t you, kitten? Yes, I know, and I reach around your leg, under you, and find your clit with my fingers, touching you very much like you touch yourself. Oh, the sounds you made as you came for me, and how much wetter, how impossibly wet you got on my face. You came so quickly, and I could see every muscle in your long, slender legs strain as your torso throbbed while you came in crashing wave after wave. I knew to back off then, and I pulled my tongue out of you, then up to circle your ass. Deep firm pressure right there and I felt your little tight ring start to open and stretch for me. I smiled then. Good girl, oh and you do like my fingers back on your clit—already? I admit I was surprised, so quickly, but the message of your body was loud and clear—you were ready to cum for me again. And you did, right there, with my tongue pressing into that tight little bottom (which I knew I would have in just a few minutes), and your hips pressing your pussy down onto my fingers, down into my hand. I felt the last of your tremors, and I held my hand there with strong, firm pressure—I know how you almost need to get every little last drop out of the orgasm—I know what your body wants.Then, I could wait no longer. Up behind you, and I slid into your wetness. How? How is it possible for someone to be so hot—not warm—your body burned with heat as you gripped my throbbing cock with your velvet tightness. Such a perfect fit, and I held myself fully inside you. I smiled again as I thought how far inside you I was. You know when I lay my cock on your body I go up past your bellybutton, and now my shaft was in the very center of your body. I held you there, and stroked my hands up and down your long flanks, holding your hips, stroking your legs, running my hands up and down your back. I don’t think you are consciously clenching, but I feel little tremors; I can feel every tiny movement of your body. I wonder if I can almost feel your thoughts in this intimacy—nothing between us, and it is hard to tell where one of us stops and the other begins. We are one thing, and that thing is consumed with desire and need, and I tighten a hand in your hair, steady you there as I start to move in and out. Yes, I know how empty you feel when I almost pull out, and I know how full, how satisfied, how perfectly right you feel when you are so wonderfully full of me—into the secret depths of your body. I can feel your insides pressing on the head of my cock, and I move, and you move, and we move together. I smack your flank, just hard enough the pain registers through your arousal, but there will be more of that soon. Right then, in that moment, I just rode you, feeling you arch your back, roll your hips back to meet my thrusts. Hearing the sounds of your wetness dripping around my cock as my balls pressed into your body. Every motion of your body excites me. Every ripple of every curve. You have no idea the perfection I see in you. You have no idea of the desire I have for you. You think you do, but you cannot understand the burning need and the depth of that need. Then, I could hold back no longer, and I roared into your ear as I fell on your back, biting your shoulder hard enough to bring tears to your eyes as I gripped your hair and tugged, violently, as I spurted inside you—again and again, filling you, pumping you full of my seed. Using you for that purpose for which you were made. I stayed inside you, hard, but maybe softening just a little bit, for a long moment or two, and I fucked in and out of you gently and slowly, pushing my cum even deeper into you as I stroked my hands up and down your back with gentle yet firm pressure. I pulled out of you, and you nearly begged and cried out in that moment. Poor thing, so empty once again. So needy right now. I think it is now, in moments like this, that you know most clearly what you are, and why you are. You started to fall down on the bed, but I smacked your ass, “ass up girl,” and just looked at you. Look at you—the wanton whore—ass in the air, dripping my cum and your wetness down your legs. What a mess you were, kitten. What a beautiful mess. I wiped the sweat from my brow as I stepped, half stumbled, off the bed, and walked around to your head. I grabbed your hair again. (Remember how your mother told you that boys who pulled your hair liked you? Well, I like you, but I don’t think this was what she had in mind!) I pulled your wet mouth to my cock and you obediently sucked, cleaning me. How did we taste, slut? My cock, slick with your mess and my own, and you greedily sucking every drop off me. I stroked your head as you worked your lips around me, and I just smiled down at you for a while. Soon, though, I looked into your eyes and said those sweet words: “Foreplay is over, kitten. Now I am going to hurt you.”The story continues here. -- source link