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"Shhh..., just relax." His breath rolling down my neck as he says this. My body is warm inside. The kind of feeling you get when you're out of your element and something is happening that isn't bad but its different. Your mind can't quite tell if its good yet. It feels good. Your body has all of the sensations that go along with something that usually would make you melt, but you feel nervous. You feel that its not familiar and you hesitate to release yourself into it which in turn heightens the feeling even more. This is the feeling I'm having right now. This immense pressure building up waiting to be told its okay.
He moves his body closer and my heart stutters its beats. I can feel his chest against my back. The solid touch of his body to mine causing more confusion. Do I push back in wanting or do I move forward in question? I don't move, I let him. I can tell he was waiting for me to make a commitment one way or the other and when I didn't he pursued further. His lips to the back of my ears. He's very good, very subtle, very understanding of the situation. We're about the same height, six feet, so it makes it easier for him to whisper into my ear.
"Just..." he pauses. Only for a moment, enough to breathe in and out but long enough to build the tension in his words. "Let go," he finally says. "Close your eyes, it'll make it easier," he adds. He's not really in the position to tell me what to do. He says it only trying to help but he's also trying to speed things along. To move the moment past the point of no return so I'll take my hand off of the door and come back to the room. To that point where the clothes are coming off, lips are touching, and really we've gone far enough that it doesn't make sense to stop. He really is good, you'd almost think he'd done this before. I guess I've told him enough times how I imagined this going, perhaps he listened more than I figured. As he tells me to close my eyes his hand is placed on my hips. He's got strong hands. He's worked with them for long enough, he'd better. I can feel his want as he keeps himself restrained. The fingers on his hand curling into my hip and digging into me then grabbing the fabric of my jeans and clenching what he can get ahold of in a fist and squeezing. He's really horny. It must be taking everything for him to not be more pushy.
I'm really not this composed. The various thoughts running through my head are only shooting stars compared to the weight of the situation. As much as I'd like to distract myself with what he's doing, how he's reacting I can't deny myself. I think I might want this. Oh god. Wrong choice of words. Holy fuck. Better, but still. If I wanted to turn the door handle and open the door I would have done it already, wouldn't I? But then why don't I just give in? Who thinks this much in a situation like this? His other hand attachs to my other hip. He pulls himself to me, or me back to him I can't tell which. Everything feels unreal. His breath becomes more intense on my skin. I can feel him moving closer to me. His chest firmly against my back as his lips touch my ear. My eyes close instantly, without instruction. Fuck. Why does this have to feel so good? His eagerness consumes him and his gentle kiss on the back of my ear turns into a grunt from the back of his chest drawn out as it pours into my mind. The gruff, manly sound that usually accompanies a middle-aged man looking at some college girls shopping in Victoria's Secret. It almost flatters me to get that response.
I've just noticed my hand is barely on the handle anymore. Its almost slipped off, just a couple of fingers dangling. He noticed too. His right hand moves from my hip and reaches out, taking my hand in his and squeezing it as he brings it around front of me. His arm wraps around my stomach then releases my hand and boldly ventures downward. Oh god. Damnit, again? Mmm fuck it. Its becoming harder to concentrate. I do. More. I feel his hand run down my body causing an instant reaction. For a more comical image imagine one of those long balloons being filled up at a helium tank. Yeah, right?
He feels it. He moans a desire-filled moan into my ear. The kind of moan that lets you know you're wanted. But not just that. You're wanted but its merely to fulfill a deep desire to fuck you. Your clothes are wanted off. Your body is wanted down. Your ass is wanted up. His cock is wanted in you. The feelings mutual baby. Mmm, I think I might let go.
So far its been all him. Its always been all him. Thats how I wanted it. Thats my fantasy. To be taken by another man, led down the path. It leaves open the excuses. "Well I didn't initiate it" or "It was so overwhelming with him, I felt pressured." I can enjoy the feeling but not feel bad for the act after its done. Stop, don't think about that. You'll come down. Shit, too late.
"I...I don't think I can." I step away. My body right up against the door as I slide around against it to face him. His hands left in the positions they were in before I pulled away. Confusion on his face. Damnit.
When its over has always been the problem. Its the reason for the unrelinquishing curiousity that can't seem to be fulfilled. Whats worse is that its not even when the experience is over and I'm looking back at it, its immediately upon orgasm. How can something be so intense and so appealing but in mere moments be so unwanted. Often times I'd describe being in the throws of passion with him, with any man, and below him. He'd be inside of me then reaching around and pleasuring me at the same time. I would be fighting the feeling of telling him to stop, that I'm going to cum or not caring because it felt so good. Then, upon orgasm I'd have the 'low' feeling that opposites the high as he is still satisfying himself with my body and I'm left to take it, him, until he finishes his use of me. I should say something.
"I'm s..." he's moved forward aggressively, pushing me back hard against the door, his hands on my shoulders pinning me. Simultaneous with his hands on my shoulders his lips move to mine. I thud against the door as he kisses me. I try to gasp a breath in before he locks our lips together. He's going for it all, now or never. I don't kiss back, still thinking of the low. He puts in more effort, moaning into the kiss. His right hand running down my side and slipping around behind me. The moans persist in short repeated bursts. The balloon feeling hits again as his hand now slips inside both my pants and boxer-briefs. Yes, boxer-briefs. So? The feeling of his barehand on my skin, on my ass causes me to let down my guard for a moment. He takes advantage and sends in his attack.
His tongue pushes its way into my mouth, invading like a castle whose drawbridge just fell. The rough exterior of his face against mine mixing well with the rough texture of his tongue. I can't help but embrace it with my own. I sink downwards, moaning back at him as my tongue glides along his. The feeling different but the same. He ups the anty. His left hand down the front of me, between us, while his right hand pulls from my ass and they work together to undo my pants. Successfully unbuttoning and sliding the zipper down with haste. He's giving me no time for reaction, he wants this bad. His face against mine still locked in a deep kiss. His neck pulling back, mouth opening wide and thrusting up and forward against me. I'm pushed back against his aggressive kiss, mouth also opening wide then forcing my way against him, returning the passion as I feel the heat rising again and the high returning. He pulls back, his tongue pulling from my mouth. I swallow a deep swallow and look at him while I catch my breath. He pants and tells me to kick my pants away, followed by a hurried "now." Not an aggressive tone but one of concern for time, as if I don't do it now then I won't be able to at all. I oblige. I reach my hands down, looking down with them, and push my jeans over my hips and let them fall to my feet. After stepping both feet out I kick them aside. I don't raise my head to his, the shyness setting in. The unfamiliarness of the situation taking over. The heat rising. I know he can see how turned on I am, how aroused I am. I can feel it bursting through my boxer-briefs. I finally grow the nerve to look up at him, finding his eyes. The creases around them showing his years over mine. The look of his face trying to be clean but the rustic features fighting through around 5 o'clock. His short brown hair sitting fully atop his head as it falls in random ways with its unkept look. I look at him and see how he could be found attractive, very appealing even, yet have no feelings that would liken themselves to seeing Megan Fox or Scarlett Johanssen. But still there is that desire to have him touch me. There is a want to touch him, to taste him on my knees. Its there. Its very clearly there.
"Now your shirt. Take that off too. Throw it over there." He points where I've tossed my pants and then steps back to me. His fingers curling in the hem of my shirt and he starts to pull it up. I take it from him as it reaches my midsection and continue to pull it up and over my head then flinging it in the aforementioned direction. He takes a quick survey up and down of me, smiling and stepping in. I can't tell what that smile was though. It might have been "Mmm, I like what I see" or "Finally, almost there." Either way, we're there. I'm sold. I want it.
He's merely a half a step away from me. I'm half-naked, might as well be completely. His hands reach out and press against my chest, pushing me against the door again. He slides them up then back down. He moves his face in for another kiss. This time soft, repeated pecks on the lip. These were merely to distract me as his hands travel south and around behind me. They slide inside my last remaining piece of clothing and keep going as he pushes his lips back into mine, his tongue past them and dances once again inside my mouth. My last piece of clothing being pulled down, my hardness the only thing keeping them up until finally he lowers his body, breaking the kiss and letting them drop to my knees. "Now" he says confidently as he's got me where he wants me. He's had me here for a while but just now he becomes confident in that. "Kick them aside also baby, my naked little slut." Wow, he's really confident. He knows I like that, the name. Among others. I do so again, just as i'm told. He presses his body into mine, leaning to the right side of my body, leaving the left side exposed as he remains fully clothed. His right hand drops and his fingers run slowly along my left thigh. He smiles at me again. This one I can read: "Now its time to play." He runs the tips of his fingers along my inner thigh, my eyes close instantly and my head is thrust back, causing a thud against the door and a moan which is soft and quick. His fingers reach my hardness now as it stands out fully extended. He tickles the bottom of the shaft then doing the same underneath to my balls causing me to whimper. "You like that?" He responds to my noise. I don't even fully comprehend whats happening. What will happen. What I'm doing. How I am right now. Its just this feeling, the high overwhelms me. His hand finally wraps around my shaft, making a fist and he immediately begins stroking. My hands reach out and grab him, pulling him close. This causes him to increase his speed. His steady handjob quickly getting to me. "No...no stop I can't..." Not sure why I said this. Either I don't want to have the low set in or I just don't want to finish yet. Doesn't matter because he stops and grins a wicked grin. "Okay then, but come with me. If I can't do that then you're going to do something for me." His hand grips my cock harder and pulls as if its the end of a leash. I follow him. Partly because I want to and partly because he's squeezing as he walks away. He leads me into the room. The single bed of the hotel room sitting in the middle against the wall. His suitcase leaning against the table in the corner by the window. He leads me over to the chair near the table and he sits, releasing his grip. "Now be a good whore and suck my cock." He looks confidently at me, motioning with his hand for me to drop to my knees. I'm not sure if I should respond. The feeling of desire and nervousness combining into an eruption of feelings wanting to get out. "Come on baby, you know you want this thick cock between your lips. Just let go and taste it. You'll thank me after. Well...you'll thank me during as well." He grins and snaps his fingers. I catch something out of the corner of my eye, movement. I turn around panicked only to see my reflection in the mirror on the closet doors. I take a sigh of releif. Before turning back around to him I feel a searing pain on my cock. I turn around to see him squeezing it and pulling down, collapsing me to my knees. "Now stop hesitating and suck my cock you dirty little bitch." I crawl forward and hesitantly undo his pants. He lifts his hips and I pull them down, along with his boxers and set the aside. His cock standing straight up, the precum already formed on the tip. "Go ahead, suck it. Taste it." He was wrong thinking that earlier, because this is the point of no return. My hand stutters in the air as it moves to his shaft, slowly moving into position to grip it. Moving myself beyond what I've ever though I'd ever do with this fantasy. Beyond anything I've ever imagined getting to indulge in. Oh god.
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His cock is hard. Really hard. He's got himself well groomed at least. No safari's for me, thank god.
"Come closer" he says. I walk my knees closer to the chair until they bump the base. I'm kneeling staight up, almost eye to eye with him as he slouches a bit. His naked thighs touching my skin. He rubs his foot up over my ass, trying to nudge me along. I feel his heel slide along between my cheeks and I hold back a fierce shiver. Fuck.
I have to do something. I can't just keep kneeling like this, stalling. I place both of my hands on his thighs. His skin is softer than I figured it would be. Not as hair either. Damn stereotypes. I move them upward, my eyes unconciously fixated on his cock. It jumps as I touch him for the first time. His hands remain motionless but tense. He's digging his grip into the chair. He'd probably rip the arms off if I stood up right now. I motion left to right, figiting a bit as my cock is pressed up against the rough fabric of the chair in an akward position. Finally I get it in a comfortable spot, right up against me. My hands are now at his hips. "Go ahead, touch it. Kiss it. Suck it."
My own breath begins to race. I'm panting, I can hear myself. I tease him and myself. I trickle my fingertips down from his hip and trace them along the base of his cock and down over his balls. It jumps again and he seethes. Finally taking the leap and wrapping my fingers into a fist around the base of his cock. The base, thats how the pros do it right? Thats what i've seen anyways. You keep your hand at the base and pump up to your mouth as you take it in. God, am I even going to be any good at this? Damnit. I really need to think of a better expasperated term because he's not the one I should be asking. My left hand remains on his hip, my elbow resting on his thigh. He's closed his legs around me. He's even come close to locking his ankles so I can't 'escape." I suppose it'd be infuriating if it were to not go further now.
I feel my heart begin to race once again. His hands move up and cup my face and he looks me in the eyes and barely whispers "come on baby." He then begins to lower me, then as the motion starts removes his hands and I continue to lower on my own. I hold his shaft firmly and keep it pointed straight in line with my lowering mouth. Mmm, at last. My mouth opens as I move down. I even have the knowledge to slide my tongue out to receive the initial feeling of first contact of his cock. Closer, closer, almost there. Oh god.
"Wait." He says, getting a jerked reaction upward from my head. Wait? What the fuck? He makes no comment with his cock is merely a few inches from my lips. He reaches his right hand down and caresses my cheek. His hand slides under my chin and his thumb traces across my lips. He forces my lips apart and pushes his thumb inside past my teeth. I immediately start to suck on it. His eyes locked with mine right before I close them. I move forward, still holding grip of his cock but pulling his thumb into my mouth deeper. His skin tasting clean. He must've just washed his hands before answer the door. My tongue laps at his thumb, the nail pressed against the roof of my mouth. I suck deep and hard then give a little bit to his thumb and watch him flinch. I grin as he pulls his stubby digit from my mouth. He reaches behind the lamp on the desk and pulls over a camera, grinning back. "I want to document this. Your very first cock. You may proceed." I stare at the camera blankly. Smiling but just to be polite. The feeling has returned, the heat, the high. Oh fuck. This is so fucking hot. Mmm. I look down at his cock, away from him and the camera, and open my mouth and slide my tongue back out, lowering it to his cock.
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| you horny lil toad 'grins' Very well written 's'
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nice read with morning coffee
waiting for more
~~showing my better side~~
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The oddest thoughts are going through my head right now. My tongue extended from my mouth as my lips are apart ready to press a hardened, throbbing cock against them for the very first time and I'm thinking about whether his cum will taste any different than mine. I've only had a few tiny fingertips of it before, nothing major. A couple of times out of request, once out of curiousity. It wasn't a pleasant taste, which doesn't help anything. Of course it wasn't a revolting taste either, just on the bad side of no taste at all really. People say 'eat pineapple' because it changes the taste. I don't like pineapple. What does chocolate do to it? At least mixing it would make it look like a vanilla swirl. You see what I mean about my thoughts?
I almost close my eyes to savor the taste but look up instead. The camera. I imagine he wants a nice pretty smile before snapping the first shot. I look up at him and he's holding the small square gently in his fingers as he points it down at me. I smile for effect. No picture yet. I notice there is a little red light flashing at a steady pace. He's recording me on video. He's had to have done this before. I decide to play along and I give the camera a kissy face and turn my attention back to his cock.
Lowering myself to within a half an inch of his mushroom tip I close my eyes and take a deep breath. My lips part, but only wide enough to fit in something much smaller than his girth. I push forward and his sticky tip presses against my lips. The taste isn't fully upon me but I can tell it isn't any better than my own. I push forward. His hardness coming in handy as it squeezes its way through my tiny opening, forcing my lips apart to accomodate it. The taste unlike anything to compare it to as it invades my mouth. My tongue inviting it in to rest upon as I slowly push forward. The red light of the camera blinking away. I open my eyes and look up, staring into the lens. A deep lustful stare. The kind of stare porn stars have made famous by gazing deep into the lens while in full thrawls of imaginary ecstacy. The kind of stare that makes anyone watching envious that they cannot be feeling what you feel right now. Envious that they cannot feel as good as you do. As always this stare is followed by the eyes slowly closing and, as long as the mouth isn't full of something, lips parting and a jaw dropping as if they are no longer under your control.
That, of course, isn't the case here as my mouth is quite full at the moment. Instead I close my eyes slowly, fluttering them right before they shut to look as if I can barely control my own movements. With my hand still on the base of his cock I pull it towards his body, letting it slip past my lips very slowly as if I were pulling a popsicle out of my mouth on a hot day. Letting my lips stay attached to it, closing together as the tip is pulled back completely from my de-virginized mouth. My tongue extending itself again from my mouth and finding a position low on his shaft then running from it to the top. Jerking his cock back down in a swift motion and engulfing it with my mouth. Sliding it into my mouth deeper than before but stopping before it feels like its going to touch the back of my throat. Opening my eyes and looking up at the camera as I raise myself up and position my lips just around the head of his cock. I begin pumping it into my mouth, keeping my head in position as I stare into the camera. The stability compramised as his hands shake while he tries to keep his composure. His fingers swiftly glide to change the settings. "Mmmm fuck...smile you dirty little cocksucker." I slide my hand back down to the base and push the cock deeper in my mouth, making sure I look up at the lens as it flashes, practically blinding me at such a close range. "Don't move." He says quickly, waiting for the image to appear. "Mmm nice. Although I want a couple more." He presses his fingers on the buttons again. Zooming, I imagine. "There you go. Go ahead, keep sucking." I keep my eyes locked on the lens as I motion my head up and down, bobbing it slowly so I don't cause a blur. Flash again. I begin pumping his cock with my fist now. I sneak my left hand up between his legs and cradle his balls, massaging them and giving them a gentle squeeze. The flash lights up again but in a random direction. I think I caught him off-guard with that one. He moans loudly.
"Oh god fuck! Mmmmm...oh fuck Yes baby. Unh...mmmmUnh. Nnnnnnnh...Fuck. Mmmfuck." He throws his head back. He drops the camera to his thigh. Wow, I'm good. He starts muttering as his hands find the back of my head. His fingers running through my hair, taking grips of it and squeezing then releasing again and starting over. "Oh fuck yes baby take it all. Suck my cock you fucking slut. Make me cum. I want to fill that slutty mouth full of hot white cum. Let you compare what a full load tastes like against the little bit you've done before. Mmmyeah I bet I'll have you coming back for more."
He slouches back in the chair, sliding himself down to me a bit more. I slide the shaft out of my mouth I pull it way up against his waist. I run my face against his hard wet thickness. Sliding it down until my lips are against his cum-filled balls. Kissing them with soft quick kisses followed by licks. The licks parting my mouth so my lips invite them in my mouth, suckling gently one at a time. My hand then beginning to pump again. I hear his voice breaking between panting breaths. Unintelligable words mixed with grunts and groans. Moaning loudly without care of the thickness of the walls.
As my hand continues to pump while my lips trade from one side to the other I feel his hands down on my cheeks. He pulls me up and mumbles "Fuck. Suck me. Mmmmcum. Oh fuck I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Oh fuck. Yes." Figuring he means that he's going to cum I pull my lips from his balls and reapply them to his hardened cock. I let the tip push past my lips again, feeling his body shiver as the sensitive feeling jolts through his body. My hand now pumping his cock upwards as my head lowers to meet it, feeding myself his cock as I coax him to climax. His hands now on the back of my head holding me down. Making sure I don't chicken out at the last moment I'm guessing, ensuring his cum fills my mouth as he wants it to. His hands pushing down harder now as he has more leverage. Pushing the tip deeper into my mouth. My hand no longer able to pump so I remove it and hold the cushion of the couch to brace myself against his downward pressure. His tip tickling the back of my throat. I feel like I'm going to gag. He's trying to make me choke on his cock.
Finally growing tired of my resistance he lets up and I ease back. He lets himself go and I can feel him tense up. His hands gripping my hair again as he grows increasingly closer to erupting. "Fuck! Fuck oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Mmmfuck!"
The initial reaction of his cock cumming is feeling the translucent liquid rapidly shoot through his thick cock. The pulsating force finally erupting at the tip and shooting a concentrated stream of cum into my mouth. The force pushing again and again as his cock jerks and spasms past my lips unleashing wave after wave of semen into my mouth. For the short amount of time that he uses my mouth he pours a mouthful of cum in it. His body practically falling limp upon completion of his orgasm. My only two options are to swallow or spit it out. I have no idea where I would spit it out even if I tried so I decide to swallow it. Gulping it down and making a quick cringing face as the remainder spills from my lips. His hand reaching around the back of my head and pulling me back down to his cock. His other hand, the right, holding it and bringing it to my lips and brushing it back and forth across them. "Mmmmmmmmmmm" a long drawn out moan escapes before he even begins to talk. "Oh fuck. Mmm yeah, let me paint those cock sucking lips and make them nice and cum soaked for your picture." He grabs the camera lazily, clumsily fumbling with it to position it down at me after letting go of my head. My hand taking over for his around his cock as he snaps the first picture. Telling me to suck his cock a while longer. "Get all the cum out," as he said it. I do so eagerly. Wrapping my lips around his once hard member and sucking it, feeling drops pour into my mouth. "There now, look up at me again." He quickly says. "Take the cock out of your mouth and put your tongue against the head." I do so and he snaps another shot. Flash. "Mmmm yeah, you're lips look so nice painted white like that."
He sets the camera down and sits back. "Now keep sucking it. I want you to get me nice and hard again. You're such a good little cocksucker I want to see what its like to fuck your pretty little ass." His fingers unbuttoning his shirt as he says this, removing his last piece of clothing. My lips already around his cock, sucking feverishly. My hands working the base and his balls trying to get him hard again for our next session. My own cock throbbing from this entire adventure. Reaching down and feeling the wetness of my tip from my own precum.
"Nuh uh," he says quickly. "You're not allowed to play with that yet, especially after that. I don't want you cumming before I fuck you're tight ass baby. Now stand up and go over to the bed." I do exactly as he says with him right behind me. Right before I go to crawl onto it I feel his hands on my hips pulling me back to him. His bare chest is against my back. Mmm this feel familiar. His hands more aggressive this time. They instantly run to my hardened cock, gripping the shaft and cupping the balls. I feel his against my ass. Its not quite up yet but not as limp as before. His lips find the back of my neck and he kisses his way to my ear, whispering again like before. "You know baby, you're a hot little cocksucker. Mmm, yeah you know that. The way you made me unload in you. Fuck you're good." His hand now gone from holding to stroking me very slowly. I lean back into him, feeling his naked body against mine. His bare waist against my bare ass. His cock growing harder between my legs. He grabs it and runs the tip up and down between my ass cheeks. "Mmm fuck yeah, you want that don't you? You'd love to get fucked wouldn't you? Such a fucking whore. Now turn your head, look at me baby." I turn to the left and look back at him. His hand on my shoulder lowering me a bit and lunging forward to kiss my lips again. His hands under my arm on one side of my face, the other hand around the back of my head holding me roughly against his advance. He kisses hard, forcefully shoving his tongue into my mouth then aggressively pulling back and moving his hands to my back. He shoves me forward onto the bed with a hard thrust.
"Head down, ass up."
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| *taps BCG's monitor* more please *grins slow*...*whispers* very nicely done *winks*
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hmm such open expression... taps along with kaylor cmon BCG.. you have us all waiting in anticipation for the next chapter of your story...
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My body falls flat on the bed. My nakedness in front of him on my stomach. I can hear him standing behind me. His breathing heavy. His hand gliding along his manhood, trying to make it erect once more. "Roll over," he says directly. I waste no time in following this command. I shift my body and roll to the side, towards the head of the bed. My legs still dangling off the side. My own manhood still pointing upward, like a skyscraper in a small town. "Mmmm," he begins with his hand on his own tower, still checking the stability of the structure. "Fuck you look good like that. Pick your knees up, start jerking off like the little jerkslut you are. Come on baby," I hear a click and a flash. "Show the camera what a fucking whore you are."
I can feel my cock aching to cum. This entire moment so hot I can't believe his stroking from earlier didn't cause me to explode. Oh fuck, mmm. My fingers from my right hand wrap around the base of my cock and hold. My left arm is stretched down between my legs. My hand cupping my balls upward against me. Its too much. Fuck. I move my left hand and let it hang between my legs. My legs lift up on the edge of the bed and spread apart wide. He's video taping again. The camera is pointed down at me but he's not pressing for the shutter. Oh god. As I begin to move my hand up and down, giving into my arousal, a moan betrays me and escapes my lips. Definitely loud enough for the camera to hear and my facial expression isn't able to hide it either. My mouth dropped open. My eyes shut. My face feeling as if its all being pressed towards the center. My head tilted back and my neck jutting upward. Another moan follows then trails off long and slow. I hear him set the camera on the table and move himself down between my legs. I can feel his breath on my inner thigh. Its a hot, needy breath. He is thinking with his testosterone and nothing else. His breathing is sketchy and broken. Its as if he almost can't control it. My arms shiver as his hands move ontop of mine. His right hand wrapping best it can around mine and then slowly beginning to stroke. I shut my eyes tighter. Oh god fuck. I don't think 'he' is listening. Not for this prayer anyways. His warm breath now felt on my cock. I can feel his mouth open. The heated waves of his desire pouring out over my entire waist. "Now you'll get your cock sucked by someone who knows what they're doing."
As the last word dripped from his lips my sword was sheathed with his mouth. His tongue holding it firmly inside so it fit perfectly. My hands let go and jumped upward into my hair and covered my face. My body reacted in a jerking thrust into him, lifting my ass up in the air and whimpering out another moan. The warmth of his mouth coupled with the heat of my loins making a temperature unfathomable to any scientific measurement. Unconsciously calling out to him, to anyone. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" My eyes still shut as I make this cry. This declaration. Having another man's mouth wrapped around my own manhood, while just having done the same moments earlier. Unable to resist the urge. Feeling myself let go, but being abruptly stopped. Being told no by his mouth and hands.
Upon hearing my words he lifted himself from his position. Allowing light onto the tower once again, for a moment. His hand clenching the tip and squeezing it. My face quickly turning from ecstacy to pain. Another cry escaping only this time in a torturous pain-filled scream.
"Fuck. Fuck! Ah fuck!" My hips thrust higher then twist away from his grasp. He uses his left hand to press my ass back down to the bed. "Not so fast," he says mockingly. "I didn't say you were allowed to cum yet, slut. Now please, don't try that again." He releases my cock, throwing it back at my body. I'm surprised at how hard it still is. Not nearly as much as before but it would take very little to bring it back there. "Now," he continues. "As I said earlier, face down, ass up. Roll over so I can fuck you like a slut ought to be fucked." Instead of waiting for me to comply, as I'm still clutching my tip, he handles me and pushes me onto my stomach. Then applying a swift slap on my ass to get me into position.
The window is open. I can tell because there is a faint breeze against my thighs and I can hear faint talking. I wait for him to take me. I won't move. I don't want to. I've gone this far, done this much, I might as well take the whole package. No pun intended. I hear him rustling through his duffle bag. Then a low grunt of approval as he finds something and moves behind me firmly. He grinds his cock into my ass, his hips into mine. I can feel him growing again. "Now for a little bit of help. I wouldn't want to scare you off from your first time because it hurt too much. No matter how much I'd love to hear you scream." A liquid type gel is placed between my cheeks. He rubs it in, inserting a finger, then two inside me. I inch forward as he pushes them in without care. Now he's applying it to himself. Coating his cock in the gel. I can feel it begin to warm. Oh mmmfuck. This is going to happen.
The tip is against my ass. I can feel him pressing it. "Reach back, pull your cheeks apart for me." He instructs me. His head presses tighter against me. Oh holy fuck. He begins to grunt softly. His hand holding his cock in a stiff line as he slowly pushes forward. "Fuck baby. You're fuckin tight. I'd swear this was a virgin pussy if you didn't have such a tasty cock." Its pushing in. I can feel it. The gel easing it deeper, past the pain. Oh fuck NNnnnnh. My own breathing becoming sketchy now. Scratching breaths escaping my lungs. My eyes shut tight. My hands slipping off of my ass and unable to re-grip. He takes charge and bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into my ass. The pain jolts me and I arch my back while my mouth drops open.
"MMMNNNHHHFUHCK!" This loud cry followed by a panting breath over and over again between the words. "God. Oh fuck. MMmmmnnnh. Unh. Oh. Oooh fuck. Jjjeeeee. Unh gaaawwww!" he continues to slowly delve deeper. His cock exploring my oriface. Filling me in a way I've never been filled before. I feel his hips. He's in as far as he can push. His hips are against my ass. It hurts. Oh fuck how it hurts. Its like trying to fit your cock in a coke bottle, only the coke bottle feels all the pain. My ass is stretched to suit his shaft. He's grinding against me, moaning softly before he decides to pull back. His hands are on my hips. He's going to start fucking me now. I take a deep breath and prepare. I can't stop breathing heavily. My chest is heaving. His hands are moving. What is he doing? His right hand is on my cock, his left on my balls. "Relax. Just stay calm. Now you can cum." He begins stroking. Oh fuck no. His cock pressed deep into my ass and he's jerking me off. His left hand massaging my balls, coaxing me further to cum. Oh fuck fuck fuck no. God no. Not with his cock still in me. I close my eyes and bury my face into the sheets, the blankets. I try and hold my composure but I can't. Its too late. I'm losing. Oh fuck. Oh fuck I'm gonna cum. Mmmmmm'oh fuck!
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