by Gwen Masters
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 come 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. 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 come 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 come…”
“Where. Where? Where do you want me to come? 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 come 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 come 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 come.
“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, “Come for me, baby. Come for that thick cock 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 come, deep inside my most forbidden place.
And come he did, his rod jerking hard inside me with every pump. He cried out, his moans quiet but intense. 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 giggled together, saying the little things that only have importance to two 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.
And with a whispered goodbye, I hung up the telephone.
Copyright 2002/2004 by Gwen Masters. All Rights Reserved.