I thought I hated him ten minutes ago. Now I’m considering asking him to be the father of my children. Holy shit. I am trembling, and I can’t stop, and I don’t think I will be able to stop until I come.
I have met some men who thought they were into kinky shit before. I have never, ever in my life met a man this fucking wild.
He just ate my pussy like his life depended on it. He was so passionate, and so skillful at the same time. I am writhing with need as he stands up behind me, one hand on my ass to keep me down and in place while my pussy drips with need.
I turn around and look at him. His eyes are wide. His face is contorted, his handsomeness more pronounced and wilder than ever. He lets out a sound like a howl and rips his shirt off on one side, exposing a body that is way more fucking ripped than any scientist should really be.
The sound he makes is primal and rough. Most men sound silly when they play act like dogs, but he sounds like he might be something from the woods. And then I don’t care about any of it anymore, because I feel the tip of his cock right at the entrance to my pussy and he is pushing inside with a firm stroke of claiming that leaves me panting for more as he presses me down on the desk and holds me there, his teeth on the back of my neck as he humps agile hips to make that thick, hard cock of his surge in and out of me.
Nobody seeing me in this state would believe me, but I truly do not do things like this. I am usually so sensible and so cautious when it comes to men. My social media is full of girls’ girl content. And here I am, letting myself be fucked bare by a man who wasn’t even particularly nice to me.
It feels illegal to be doing this. It feels wrong. And that is making it even more exciting and enticing as his stunning cock works me toward a quick orgasm. Anybody could come in at any moment. We could be discovered.
The danger only intensifies my lust. He has one hand between my legs again, strumming my clit as he fucks me toward climax. He’s going to come inside me, I just know he is. And I know I shouldn’t let him. I shouldn’t have let him touch me in the first place. The moment he spanked me I should have been upstairs filing an HR complaint. Instead I am in a deeply subterranean basement having my pussy fucked.
I climax from the realization of what I am doing, from an imaginary bird’s-eye view of how primal and basic I am being. I come on his fingers and his cock, my entire body contorting in a fierce wave of pleasure that feels like the first truly nice thing that has happened to me in months. In that moment of orgasm, I am completely and entirely free.
And then, milli-moments later, sanity forces its way through my brain. We can’t do this. We already did it, but we can’t…
“Oh, my god! Don’t come in me!”
I gather enough sense to say that quickly right before he can finish inside me. For an awful moment, I think he might disregard that, too far gone in the throes of his own ecstasy.
He might come inside me anyway. He might fill me up even though I told him not to… my pussy tingles and my hips grind, and I do everything I can besides saying the words to make that happen because I am as entirely out of control as I have ever been.
I feel him pulling out, and a wail emerges from me, some strange but potent need. When he slides out and denies me of his seed, I feel as though I am being deprived of something very, very important.
“What do you want?” He asks the question with the tip of his cock still lodged inside me. His voice sounds rougher than before, more animal, if that is possible. It’s borderline inhuman. Am I being held down and fucked by a monster? I think so.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
He obliges. And this time there is no time, there is no quarter. There is his cock rough inside me, mating me with demanding stroke after demanding stroke until he buries himself deep inside my gripping pussy, just like I asked him to.
I moan something barely coherent, and a moment later he pulls out of my pussy, grips my hair, and pulls my mouth onto his cock, pumping thick spurts of seed over my tongue and down my throat. I am grateful for it, practically thirsty for his cum.
When every drop is inside me, one end or the other, he releases me and stands back with a satisfied expression on his devilishly handsome face.
He pushes his cock away into his pants, but the thick bulge is still there. It actually looks incredibly big, but I can’t exactly ask him to take it out so I can examine it. Who does that?
“What a good girl,” he says. “You do as you’re told without having been told what to do.”
That oxymoron sounds like it doesn’t make sense, but I know exactly what he means. I let him fuck me. I bent for him. I spread for him. I took his cum. I even asked for it. And now, as my climax fades, and I push my skirt back down and my commonsense returns, I am filled with a kind of humiliated horror I usually only experience in bad dreams.
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Simon
That was amazing.Shewas amazing. I really meant the compliment I paid her, but the way she responds to it makes me feel as though I made a misstep. She doesn’t identify as a good girl, clearly. Or a bad girl, for that matter.
I can only imagine that she wants to tell me she’s never done that before. She’s never had sex with someone she just met, especially not unprotected sex.
I already know that. I can already smell it on her. And then there is the simple little fact that my pheromones are also clearly veryeffective for her. There is a chemical compatibility between us that makes me feel very connected to her.
She’s lucky I didn’t come inside her. But she asked me not to, and as much as some forces might want me to breed her, Lydia is going to ask for her mating. She’s going to fucking beg for it.
I am not going to have the time to have that conversation, because she is hurrying her clothes back on at a frankly wild pace. She’s flustered, and quite sweet with it. Her hair, once so perfectly presented in her little ponytail is now coming loose and hanging tousled around her face.
I wish I could take a picture of her as she is just now. She has no idea how stunning she is, I imagine. She probably thinks she looks like a mess. I imagine how she would look completely messy, her hair all shaggy from being thrown around on my bed, her pussy drenched with several loads of my cum.