“Truth or dare?” I asked rubbing my naked body seductively against B’s back. My nipples hardened to the feel of his warmth against me. I ran my legs up and down his bare leg, and sunk my pedicure toenails teasingly into his flesh.
“Someone wants to get fucked,” he said.
I threw one leg over him and pressed my shaved pussy against his ass.
“You slut,”
“Say it again,” I whispered into his ear while rubbing my shaved pussy provocatively against his ass. The slow deliberate way in which I moved stimulated my aching clit.
I grabbed his cock and squeezed. It throbbed hard and hungry in my hands.
“Dare,” he said.
“I dare you to tell me about a sexual fantasy you have of me,” I said still holding his cock, still squeezing it.
What will I get for such a revelation?”
“A wet, warm, tight, hungry pussy to do with as you please,” I said.
“Throw in a nice tight ass and you have a deal,”
“Deal,” I said.
“God damn, woman,” he growled grabbing and squeezing one tender, horny tit. My pussy though still sore from the night before, was throbbing to get fucked again.
“What’s your fantasy?” I asked again.
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Will you make it come through?” he asked turning me over onto my back and spreading my legs.
His fingers searching the folds of my slippery pussy. One finger delved inside me. I arched my back and opened wider for him. His lips joined his fingers and lust ravaged my mind.
“I dare you to agree to fulfill my fantasy without knowing what you’re agreeing to. And once you agree, beautiful Erotica, you cannot back out,”
“Deal,” I said.
His finger was moving hungrily inside me now. I threw back my head, and my breast jiggled ever so slightly with each thrust. I imagined his cock ramming all the way up inside me, venturing to new places, touching the silken walls of innocent flesh, and making them innocent no more.
I wanted to be his sex-slave. If he put chains around my neck, I would gladly wear them.
I would bow to him and call him master.
“I want to see you do another battle,”
“That’s all?” I asked.
“No. I want you naked, wearing only your mask,”
“Not a problem,” I said. I was writhing and moaning so hard his tongue had to work hard to keep up with me.
“I want to listen to you order her to remove her clothing. I want you to turn her into a whore as I will soon make a whore of you,”
“Make a whore of me, baby” I said.
He stopped sucking and stared at me beneath him. My legs were spread to capacity, my pussy lips parted like the unfolding of a rose. My clit was rigid and aching and begging for more.
“Whose pretty pussy is this?” he asked
“It’s your pussy, baby. It’s all yours.”
“And I can fuck it any way I want, right?”
“Anyway you want it. Anyhow you want it. Anytime you want it,” I said.
He mounted and claimed me with full possessiveness. I clung to him and welcome the full force of his ownership on my body. I screamed as thrust after thrust jolted and shook me.
“Are you going to fuck her for me the way I’m fucking you right now?” he said grinding hard inside me.
“Yes,” I screamed. “Yes, yes,” I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him harder and deeper.
“Lift your knees, and pull your legs all the way back,” he ordered.I hurried to do his bidding, just like a good little slut would, and he fucked me without reserve. My raised ass was slamming into the bed with every thrust. He was fucking me so hard, the pain was scorching, and I found myself backing away from the full force of him.
“Stop running and take your dick. You wanted dick, you’re getting dick,” he said. “Get on your knees. I want to fuck you from behind.,”
I didn’t move right away and he slapped my thigh.
I slapped him back.
“I’m going to beat your ass,” he said.
I giggled.
I got on all fours and hoisted my ass for him. He poured oil on me and slapped me. “Who are you” he demanded.
“Your whore,” I said.
“Then what the fuck is MY whore doing hitting back?”
I didn’t answer. I’m going to have to fuck you in the ass and teach you a lesson,”
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. My ass was high and ready. If this was punishment, I was going to be bad every god damn time. I’ve been longing to do it again.
The initial pain sent chills through me, yet I accepted the intrusion as if I needed it. And I did, for beyond the pain, I knew that pleasure was waiting for me.
“Relax,” he said, running his fingers down my back. Then he was inside me all the way, slowly at first and then without reserve. He grabbed my hips and filled me. I threw back my head and howled. I held him tightly, forcing him to move harder and faster inside me. Begging him to give me all he had. I could take it.
Sounds of passion rumbled between us.
Sounds of lust and desire
Sounds of being a whore. Sounds of accepting who I was to him
Sound of losing all inhibitions.
He kept fucking me.
I kept screaming and jerking and shivering. My hips moved to his rhythm.
My pussy remained wet and wanting—it will never be satisfied.
“Will you let me watch you?” he asked, his voice breaking with the strain to control himself.
I didn’t answer.
“Will you?” he rammed harder, sending another wave of pleasure ricocheting through my body.
How is it that with all the pain, I could not get enough?
How is it that even though it felt he’d been fucking me for hours, I was still hungry for more?
His thrusts knocked me flat onto my stomach. He kept pounding into my greedy aching ass, breaking me and himself. I lay thrashing and screaming beneath him as he filled my ass with cum.
“Someone wants to get fucked,” he said.
I threw one leg over him and pressed my shaved pussy against his ass.
“You slut,”
“Say it again,” I whispered into his ear while rubbing my shaved pussy provocatively against his ass. The slow deliberate way in which I moved stimulated my aching clit.
I grabbed his cock and squeezed. It throbbed hard and hungry in my hands.
“Dare,” he said.
“I dare you to tell me about a sexual fantasy you have of me,” I said still holding his cock, still squeezing it.
What will I get for such a revelation?”
“A wet, warm, tight, hungry pussy to do with as you please,” I said.
“Throw in a nice tight ass and you have a deal,”
“Deal,” I said.
“God damn, woman,” he growled grabbing and squeezing one tender, horny tit. My pussy though still sore from the night before, was throbbing to get fucked again.
“What’s your fantasy?” I asked again.
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Will you make it come through?” he asked turning me over onto my back and spreading my legs.
His fingers searching the folds of my slippery pussy. One finger delved inside me. I arched my back and opened wider for him. His lips joined his fingers and lust ravaged my mind.
“I dare you to agree to fulfill my fantasy without knowing what you’re agreeing to. And once you agree, beautiful Erotica, you cannot back out,”
“Deal,” I said.
His finger was moving hungrily inside me now. I threw back my head, and my breast jiggled ever so slightly with each thrust. I imagined his cock ramming all the way up inside me, venturing to new places, touching the silken walls of innocent flesh, and making them innocent no more.
I wanted to be his sex-slave. If he put chains around my neck, I would gladly wear them.
I would bow to him and call him master.
“I want to see you do another battle,”
“That’s all?” I asked.
“No. I want you naked, wearing only your mask,”
“Not a problem,” I said. I was writhing and moaning so hard his tongue had to work hard to keep up with me.
“I want to listen to you order her to remove her clothing. I want you to turn her into a whore as I will soon make a whore of you,”
“Make a whore of me, baby” I said.
He stopped sucking and stared at me beneath him. My legs were spread to capacity, my pussy lips parted like the unfolding of a rose. My clit was rigid and aching and begging for more.
“Whose pretty pussy is this?” he asked
“It’s your pussy, baby. It’s all yours.”
“And I can fuck it any way I want, right?”
“Anyway you want it. Anyhow you want it. Anytime you want it,” I said.
He mounted and claimed me with full possessiveness. I clung to him and welcome the full force of his ownership on my body. I screamed as thrust after thrust jolted and shook me.
“Are you going to fuck her for me the way I’m fucking you right now?” he said grinding hard inside me.
“Yes,” I screamed. “Yes, yes,” I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him harder and deeper.
“Lift your knees, and pull your legs all the way back,” he ordered.I hurried to do his bidding, just like a good little slut would, and he fucked me without reserve. My raised ass was slamming into the bed with every thrust. He was fucking me so hard, the pain was scorching, and I found myself backing away from the full force of him.
“Stop running and take your dick. You wanted dick, you’re getting dick,” he said. “Get on your knees. I want to fuck you from behind.,”
I didn’t move right away and he slapped my thigh.
I slapped him back.
“I’m going to beat your ass,” he said.
I giggled.
I got on all fours and hoisted my ass for him. He poured oil on me and slapped me. “Who are you” he demanded.
“Your whore,” I said.
“Then what the fuck is MY whore doing hitting back?”
I didn’t answer. I’m going to have to fuck you in the ass and teach you a lesson,”
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. My ass was high and ready. If this was punishment, I was going to be bad every god damn time. I’ve been longing to do it again.
The initial pain sent chills through me, yet I accepted the intrusion as if I needed it. And I did, for beyond the pain, I knew that pleasure was waiting for me.
“Relax,” he said, running his fingers down my back. Then he was inside me all the way, slowly at first and then without reserve. He grabbed my hips and filled me. I threw back my head and howled. I held him tightly, forcing him to move harder and faster inside me. Begging him to give me all he had. I could take it.
Sounds of passion rumbled between us.
Sounds of lust and desire
Sounds of being a whore. Sounds of accepting who I was to him
Sound of losing all inhibitions.
He kept fucking me.
I kept screaming and jerking and shivering. My hips moved to his rhythm.
My pussy remained wet and wanting—it will never be satisfied.
“Will you let me watch you?” he asked, his voice breaking with the strain to control himself.
I didn’t answer.
“Will you?” he rammed harder, sending another wave of pleasure ricocheting through my body.
How is it that with all the pain, I could not get enough?
How is it that even though it felt he’d been fucking me for hours, I was still hungry for more?
His thrusts knocked me flat onto my stomach. He kept pounding into my greedy aching ass, breaking me and himself. I lay thrashing and screaming beneath him as he filled my ass with cum.
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