She starts to gag. I pull my cock out. It’s glistening with her saliva. She coughs and hacks and spits on my cock, then starts stroking it with her hand. Her mascara is running down her face and saliva is dripping down her chin.
Smiling, she says, “Give me more, baby. I want more.”
I bend down and guide her to the floor. She’s on her back, her hair spread out around her head, still fully clothed. I slide her shirt up but don’t take it all the way off, uncovering her small but firm tits and rock-hard nipples the size of pencil erasers. I do the same with her shorts, pulling them down just a bit, exposing her g-string but not slipping them past her knees. Trapping her legs together. Her panties I simply move to the side, exposing her smooth, freshly shaved vagina.
I slide forward and straddle her chest, just below her tits.
She reaches up to stroke my cock but I stop her, force her hand back down by her side. This is my time; I’m in control now.
I pinch her rock-hard nipples and rub them between my fingertips; not softly but not too hard. She moans in pleasure and tries to squirm away. But I don’t let go. Making a guttural sound that’s somewhere between pleasure and pain, she shimmies and slides underneath me but I hold on, still rubbing them between my finger tips, increasing the pressure every few seconds. Her feet start to beat against the floor and her breath is coming more quickly now. I squeeze harder just for a moment then finally let go. She yelps and gives me the evil eye. But behind it is a nasty smile. I give her a moment to catch her breath.
“You like that?” I say.
“Hell yeah,” she says. “Give me some more.”
I slap one of her tits, not lightly but not with too much force.
“You like that too?” I say.
“Love it,” she says.
I slap her other tit.
“Harder,” she says.
I do so. First the right, then the left.
“Harder,” she says.
So I do.
She moans.
I slap them again, harder this time.
She yelps.
And yet again, harder still.
She screams and bites down on her bottom lip, shakes her head from side to side. A tremor runs through her body. Her breath is ragged, labored.
“You’re a nasty little slut aren’t you?” I say.
“You’re damn right,” she says. “Now come up here. I want to taste you.”
I turn around and back up until I’m sitting on her face. I drop my balls into her mouth. She suckles them, first one at a time, then both at the same time. She reaches around with her hand and strokes my cock. Then she lifts up my sack and licks my taint.
I shudder and make decide to make myself busy, lest I finish up before I’ve had a chance to fuck her proper. So I slip my hand down her body until I’m fingering her snatch. It’s soaking wet, practically dripping. Her thighs are still close together, held there by the jeans which are still only halfway down her legs. But there’s enough of an opening for me to get my hand in there. I start off with one finger, stroking it up and down her pussy lips, rubbing the outside, getting her juices flowing even further. I add another finger and stick them inside her, sliding in and out, slowly at first, then picking up steam.
She’s starting to moan in time with my finger thrusts and her sucking of my testicles becomes more intense. I stick another finger inside her, making it three, and push them in as far as they will go, in and out, in and out, in and out, faster, faster, faster still. She’s shuddering against my fingers, moving against them as I push them in, getting every single last centimeter out of them.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she says as I continue to finger-fuck her. Her legs strain against the confines of her jeans but they can’t go anywhere. She arches her back increasing the pressure against the top part of her vagina.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” she growls in a guttural voice. “Oh god keep doing that, keep fucking me, yes, yes yes!”
I can feel her reaching orgasm so I curl the tips of my fingers and keep them inserted firmly inside her, moving them up and down slightly, just enough to rub against her rough, pebbly G-spot, eliciting another series of deep shuddering moans that nearly turn to sobs as she climaxes. She hooks her arms around my legs as the moans reach a fevered intensity. Then she shudders deeply, once, twice, three times before relaxing and catching her breath.
“Wow,” she says. “Just, wow.”
“You like that?”
“You’d better believe it.”
I slip my fingers out of her. “Now it’s my turn.”
I pick her up, carry her to the couch, and drop her on top of it. She lands on her side, giggling with delight. I grab her ankles, pull her towards me. I’m still standing at the edge of the couch, towering over her. I pull her shorts off and toss them aside. Then I drop to my knees and throw one of her legs over my shoulder. Her pussy is gaping, dripping wet, beckoning.
“You want my cock, don’t you?” I ask.
She looks up at me and nods, biting on her upper lip.
“Say it.”
“I want your cock.”
“Again,” I say.
“Give me your cock,” she says. “Fuck me with your big hard cock.”
I do as she asks, sliding my dick inside her, about
