first thrust. He never did that simply because she so badly wanted him to. This kept her guessing. Would she be so honored? Or not.
He jammed in another inch of his cock. The pussy-lips lewdly kissed and fluttered around the thickness of his glans. For every inch he inserted into her needy cunt, this increased her desire for him ten-fold.
By the time he was fucked to the hilt in her cunt, she was weak in the knees and actually shaking in reaction.
Tears stained her careful makeup and she was begging, 'Fuck me, fuck me good!'
'So you want my precious cock, eh? What will you give me in return?'
'Anything, Master, anything!'
He actually lifted her off the ground using only his prick. While in mid-air, he turned and dumped her on the bed. His cock slipped out of her well-oiled cunt as the bedsprings took up the shock of her landing, but he was quick to climb back on top of her.
With her wrists tightly pinned to the bed by his right hand, he balanced himself with his left and levered into her yawning cunt. She left her legs spread wide as possible for him. Nothing was too good for her lord and master.
Nothing.
He began fucking her in the rhythm she liked best. She felt her inner tissues begin to quiver in response. The cunt-walls were actually shaking with desire at the touch of the man's cock. She wanted nothing else out of life than to be fucked by Matt.
Then the tempo changed rapidly. He was no longer giving her his cock in long, smooth strokes. He was using a short, choppy fucking motion designed to burn away the thick cunt juices and build the friction rapidly in her body.
She felt the coming orgasm building rapidly in her belly. The sexual tension finally exploded and she came.
It wasn't as big a come as she usually got. But it made her cry out and beg for more.
'Keep fucking me. I need your cock, Master! I need it so desperately I'll do whatever you command of me.'
'Of course, you will, you stupid slut. What else is new?'
'Oh, Master, my clit! It… it's erect now. Touch it. Diddle my clit for me!'
His left hand stroked lightly over her bush, making tiny little spires in the thick pussy fur. His finger descended a bit and found her clit.
He began stroking it. And she came. With his cock still inside her cunt, filling her to overflowing with hot prick, and his finger on her clit, she came.
It felt as if the top of her head ripped off as she thrashed about wildly on the bed. He held her firmly, not allowing her to move as much as she would have liked. The grip on her wrists was turning slick with sweat, yet he managed to hold her with contemptuous ease.
'Hot, aren't you, bitch?'
'Yes! Yes, Ooohhhhhhh!'
His fucking had set her off still another time. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist to pull him even deeper into her cunt. For some strange reason, he didn't try to stop her this time. In the past, any hint that she was trying to guide the way he fucked her was met with punishment.
Her ass still carried the rosy red marks of the last time he had punished her, then fucked her up the ass. She had burned with an inner fury for over a week after that butt-fucking. And she had actually found herself wanting more.
She pulled him deeply into her cunt. Then she started writhing around, stirring the man's cock against her softly yielding pussy walls. She was gushing out her fuck juices and there was a lewd squishing noise as his cock slid back and forth in her pussy.
She was gasping for air, having trouble focusing her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of his prick inside her, moving steadily, fucking hard, when she heard him say, 'Call the Bryants and tell them we'll be late.'
'Yes,' she agreed, 'yes! Oh, sweet God, yes!'
She turned to the phone and found his prick fucking even deeper into her hungry twat.
'Call them while I fuck you.'
The words thrilled her. He expected her to carry on an ordinary conversation while she was being fucked!
She tried, oh, how hard she tried! But the cock moving slickly in her pussy almost betrayed her twice to the woman on the other end of the line. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she had her apologies made, told Mrs. Bryant they would be late, then collapsed back on the bed.
Her cunt convulsed and another orgasm blasted its way into her. As she was rocked by the ultimate in human pleasure, she realized how lucky she was. This wasn't a man who could be dominated by her. She was a complete woman to his complete man.
And what a pair they made.
She tried to think through the fog of lust over her brain why she had ever tried to dominate him. The answer wouldn't come.
This was too satisfying!
