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Simplicity
Gwen Masters |
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His voice came low in my ear. My eyes
were closed, but I could see the flickering of the candlelight
across my closed eyelids. The scent of vanilla filled the air. My
breath was harsh.
He had been teasing me all night. I couldn’t take much more, and I
told him so. I bucked up to meet him, but he held just out of my
reach. He hovered above me like a ghost.
His breath tickled my throat, then was gone. There it was
again…across my ear. I squirmed, wanting more, yet wanting it to
stop. I couldn’t stand the anticipation. That voice was all he
gave me, that gentle voice that could be so rough with passion or
demanding with domination. I bucked up again, when he asked me to
beg. I showed him what I wanted. “Please, please,” I whimpered.
“Please what? Tell me or I’ll stop.”
“Please fuck me! Please!” I was close to delirious. Then I felt
it. His hard cock, sliding through the wetness that he had created
within me. The sweet nectar of passion was flowing down my shaved
pussy, down across the tiny rosebud of my ass, down onto the soft
fabric of the couch. His head slid through it, and he groaned. I
groaned right along with him.
Then he let out a long sigh, and whispered, “Now.” I arched and
cried out at the invasion of his cock. His head stretched me just
enough, opening me for the passage of his shaft. He jerked once at
the sensation of being engulfed by the heat of my cunt. “What do
you want?” he panted in my ear, knowing damn well what I wanted,
but wanting me to say it. To let go. To act like the whore he knew
I loved to be.
“I want you to fuck me deep. Fuck me with that thick rod of yours.
Make me cum all over it, make me squeeze you so hard that you
can’t move…” He groaned again, the reward I was looking for. Then
he drove deep, hard, and I held my breath. The feeling was
incredible. Then his balls came to rest against my ass, and I
crossed the point of no return.
“God, yes! Fuck me as hard as you can! Harder!” I spread my legs
wide. So wide, my hips hurt. He thrust in even deeper, and I
almost laughed, so pleased to finally be fucked like this. I had
missed him so much. My hands clenched hard on the cushions of the
couch. I thrust up, meeting him each time he plunged into my tight
little cunt.
“That’s it, baby. Tell me what a whore you are. Tell me how much
you like that cock inside you.”
I started to shake. I was going to cum soon, and he knew it. He
knew what affect his voice, his cock, had on me. I loved the
feeling of his cock. But even the simple mindfuck was enough to
make me beg for more. And so I did. “I want you…to fuck
me…harder…I love being your little cockslut…I love spreading wide
for you to fuck me…I want to feel you cum…”
“Where. Where? Where do you want me to cum? You want me to shoot
it deep into your pussy?” He thrust harder and we both moaned.
“You want me to slide this thick rod out of your pussy and slide
it into your ass? You want me to cum deep in your ass, baby?” The
thought was enough to drive us both right to the edge. He slid out
of me. Then down…he lifted my legs and pressed his cock right
against that tiny hole.
“Yes, yes! Fuck my ass, make me take it…please…make it hurt…”
He slammed into my ass with one long thrust. I cried out, the
sound echoing through the living room. I bucked hard into him,
wanting him deeper. He spread my cheeks and gave me what I wanted.
I could hardly breathe. The pain was pleasure, the pleasure was
pain, and I didn’t care, I just wanted more of his cock rocking
back and forth inside me.
“Fuck…yes…fuck me!” I shouted at him, and he chuckled menacingly.
“I want you to cum in my ass,” I begged. He thrust again, harder
this time, and I almost passed out from the intensity of it. My
ass clenched hard around his cock. I was going to cum.
“Baby…I’m going to…soon…”
“Yes, you are,” he almost taunted. Then he began to move in short
and deep strokes. I reached down between us and touched my clit.
One touch, that was all it took. My ass contracted around him, my
pussy clenched tight. He murmured in my ear, “Cum for me, baby.
Cum for that thick rod in your ass. Make me explode inside you…”
I came hard, bucking mindlessly against him. I screamed, perhaps.
I was beyond conscious thought. I thrust against the cock imbedded
so deep in my ass, thrust up toward him, wanting more of him. But
he held just out of reach, letting the orgasm take me, letting me
feel nothing but that heated rod gliding in and out of my
stretched little hole. I wanted nothing more than to feel him cum,
deep inside my most forbidden place.
And cum he did, his rod jerking hard inside me with every pump. He
cried out, even louder than I had. I shook with the aftershocks of
passion as he emptied himself out into me. Soon the earthquake
passed, and the only sound was our breath, mingling. Then my low
laughter, and his answering chuckle. I slowly opened my eyes as he
slid out of me.
“God, that was good,” he said with affection. “Are you okay?”
I laughed again, feeling light with the relaxation of the orgasm
we had shared. “Yes. I’m okay. But I don’t think I can walk yet!”
We both giggled together, saying the little things that only have
importance to long-term lovers. The candles were flickering low
now. I stretched, groaning deeply while I did it. The sigh of his
satisfaction was the perfect ending to the long night.
“Don’t get up. Don’t go anywhere. Just go to sleep. Dream about
me.” I knew I would.
“I love you, angel.”
“I love you, too.”
And with a final smile, I hung up the telephone. |
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