God, I swear to fucking God that my cock couldn’t be any fucking happier with Ella in my life. And just when I think that, she goes out and does something that totally makes my brains explode with fucking lust. I’m lying in bed naked, Ella and I just got done fucking and she went to go take a shower before she has a meeting with the Royal Decorator over some shit. But I’m not talking about now. I mean now was great, but my mind is still going back to the fantastic fucking time we had two nights ago.

Truthfully, what happened two nights ago is what started this two days of almost near constant sex. I’ve forgotten how many times I’ve cum and how much of it has gone inside of her versus all over her face and tits. But we’ve basically given up on being human and descended into fucking animals as we pursue our lustful passions. I swear that’s an awkward sentence to say, but married life is fucking good. I can finally be filthy with someone who totally fucking gets me. Who is just as fucking perverted as me.

I’m thinking back to that night. You wanna know what I’m thinking about?

It went something like this…

I sat on the plush couch, champagne glass in hand. I took a sip and let the sparkling wine roll around my mouth, a sweet taste to it. The lights were dim but still bright enough for me to not have to squint my eyes and see the stripper’s body moving in front of me.

Her hips swayed to the mellow and sensual beat of the music, long dark hair falling over her face. Her green piercing eyes looked straight at Me as her body undulated, her honeyed lips slightly parted.

Champagne went down my throat easily as I finished my glass. I leaned back and crossed my fingers on the back of my back, taking in the sight in front of me.

She was wearing low cut red shorts, her toned buttocks bouncing in front of me as she moved her weight from one feet to the other. On top she wore a small bra, her cleavage looking more than appetizing - her breasts weren’t those of a clichéd stripper, enormous and disproportionate, just big enough for me to cup with my hands, a natural bounce to them.

With a strut to her step she went near me, her feet making her turn; she leaned forwards, her ass at my eye level. She felt my long fingers caressing her round cheeks, my thumbs resting over her tight stripper shorts over her crack.

I felt my cock stirring as I touched her - her ass was apple shaped, her skin soft and without blemishes, a gentle firmness to it. I allowed my fingers to explore, tracing the outline of her ass, my fingertips reaching for and caressing the dimples in her lower back.

She turned on one heel, her hands going down her body as she swayed her hips. She could feel my gaze upon her, my mouth dry with desire. Grabbing my hands she guided them over her flat belly and up to her tits. Her nipples were hard against my fingers, almost begging to be licked, and as I gently squeezed she allowed a smile to light up her face.

“Take it off…” She said, guiding my fingers to the bra clasp right between her breasts, holding both cups together. With a flick I unhooked it, the bra separating at the middle and revealing her warm round breasts, a faint tan line around her cherry colored nipples.

Ella climbed on top of me, each of her knees resting besides my legs, and took her own breasts closer to my mouth. She could almost feel me salivate as I took one nipple between my lips, nibbling gently.

She started rocking her hips back and forth, pressing herself down onto my crotch as my tongue ran around her nipples, my long fingers embracing her firm and perky tits. She leaned into me, pressing my face against her cleavage, and tugged on my earlobe with her mouth. My cock strained against my pants as my hands went to her hips, feeling her warm and soft skin.

She straddled me, her tiny shorts rubbing against the bulge in my pants. Her hips went slow, keeping in sync with the mellow music, but started going fast and hard as the rhythm of her body started to gain a cadence of its own. A damn warmness started spreading over her pussy as it pressed against the long shape of my hard cock.

Suddenly, Ella realized she was no longer working - no, sitting on top of me and feeling my strong body so close it no longer was about the money. It was about something more primal, something wild and primitive that was flooding her heart and mind, tainting her thoughts with the image of my throbbing long cock.

Her fingers went to the collar of my shirt and, with a grin on her ripe lips, she started unbuttoning it, her knuckles brushing against the hard muscles in my chest as she undressed me.

I pushed my hips up matching the rhythm of her body, my cock pulsating as hot blood flowed through it. I took one silken nipple inside my mouth, sucking at it with abandonment as my other hand squeezed the creamy flesh of her breast. She groaned in pleasure as my white teeth gently nibbled on her, her fingers resting on my naked shoulders as her body kept on grinding against me.

In a swift motion she rose up and, turning her back to me, lowered herself once more onto my crotch, my cock hardening even more as it nestled comfortably between her ass cheeks over her tight leathery shorts. Back and forth she went, her ass rubbing against me as her pussy became wetter. Her hands went behind her back and she unbuttoned my pants, feeling my thick tip over my boxers; she cupped it with her fingertips, feeling my cock’s head swelling against her touch. With a pull she made the rest of the buttons pop out, my cock straining against the fabric of my boxers, pushing itself against her buttocks.

With one hand still cupping her breasts, a hard erect nipple trapped between my fingers, my other hand slid down the arch of her back, stopping over the hem of her shorts. I pulled them gently down, revealing the upper part of her buttocks, the sight of her ass crack making me tighten the grip on her breast.

She pulled down on my boxers, my cock springing free and pressing against her shorts, its tip resting between her ass cheeks as she grinded on me. My breathing grew ragged against her neck and, with one hand, I pressed my cock against her ass crack, my shaft nestling between her cheeks as it pulsed almost too painfully.

“Someone’s getting enthusiastic…” She said, her words soft and mellifluous as she got up, her hands resting on her hips. She slid the tip of her fingers inside the hem of her shorts and, swaying her body gracefully, she pushed them down. They slid down her legs and, with a flick of her high heels she tossed them aside. Her hands went from her thighs to her full breasts, seductively calling attention to her gorgeous naked body.

I licked my lips unconsciously, my eyes longing for the pink fleshy slit between her thighs. I wanted to taste her, to ravage her whole body and make her moan and scream. Just one look at her smart green eyes and I knew she could read all that in my face.

She leaned into me and, with one hand sliding down my chest and over my hard abs, she went down on her knees, pulling down on my pants and boxers. She drew a deep breath, seeing for the first time my entire cock, its length enough to give her pause.

She curled one hand at the base of my cock, the other one gripping over it. She moved her hands slowly up my shaft, her green eyes locked on my, reading the burning desire written all over my face.

She went closer, her tongue slowly sliding out of her open mouth and resting over the base of my cock, twisting up its shaft and lubricating my cock. When she got to its head she opened her mouth wide, allowing her lips to savor my manhood as they encased my glans. But she didn’t stop there - her lips kept progressing over my cock, making it slide over her dancing tongue as it was pushed down her mouth, filling her.

I exhaled slowly as the nerve endings on my cock brushed against the inside of Ella’s cheeks. It was too good. She was going down my cock as deep as she could, still enough of my length left out for her to grasp with one hand. Her movements ebbed and flowed, a whirlwind of sensations spreading from my cock to the rest of my body - she knew what she was doing, every single flick of her tongue and bob of her head a calculated movement in a frenzied dance.

My stomach clenched in pleasure as my cock burned hot - with just her mouth she was ready to make me cum. I instinctively reached for her head, my hands wanting to guide her movement as I exploded inside of her, but her plans were not the same as my.

Pulling her head back she took my cock out of her mouth, her fingers curling around it gently.

“Don’t even think about it.” She said, her tone soft but commanding. “Your cock is now mine, and you can only cum when I say so.”

I almost grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back to my cock, shooting my load into her face despite her bossiness. But, instead, I gritted my teeth and clenched my muscles hard, feeling my semen receding back down deep inside my body.

“Good”, she whispered, her tongue jabbing at the tip of my head. “Very good…Now, can you take more…?”

The palms of her hands went to my chest, pushing me back against the leather couch. Like a tiger ready to jump on its prey she climbed on top of me, her movements fluid and deliberate. She grabbed my cock with one hand and, rubbing its head against her pussy’s moist outer lips, she whispered her question once more against my ear.

“Can you take more, my prince…?”

“I can take a lot more.” That was my curt response as, with an upwards push of my hips, I sheathed my cock deep inside her, her inner warmness embracing my pulsing skin. She moaned as I felt the walls of her pussy stretching and stretching, working hard to accommodate my thickness. I planted my hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks with outstretched hands as my cock pounded her pussy without mercy.

I was close once more, my cum straining deep in my body, aching for release. I didn’t care if I came in her mouth or in her pussy - I just wanted to feel that sweet discharge of electricity running through my body, my cum gushing out in a torrent. But, once more, she could feel my urges and she yanked on my hair, her voice against my ear leaving no space for disobedience.

“Don’t… you… fucking… dare!” She whispered, her hips now setting the rhythm - a more gentle tempo, enough for me to catch my breath and pull myself together. “You want to cum real bad, don’t you?”

You bet I do, I thought to myself, unable to pronounce the words as I struggled against the urge to shoot my load inside her.

“I know you do.” She whispered, swaying her thighs and delighting herself as my thickness rubbed against her insides. “But I’m in charge here… I tell you when to cum.”

I buried my face between her tits, breathing her scent in. I was going crazy, my cock feeling hard as steel, my tense muscles almost bursting at the seams as sweat started trickling down my body. I didn’t know for how much long I’d be able to hold on.

She rode me hard, showing no mercy to the pleading in my face. My cock was hers, even if only in that short moment of time, and she would do with it as she pleased.

“Now…” She moaned, tugging at my ear with her pearly white teeth. “Now I’m going to come. I’m going to come and you’ll have to remain hard…Say it.”

“You’re going to come…” I managed to say through gritted teeth.

She pulled hard on my hair, her voice commandeering me.

“And?”

“And I’m going to remain hard.” I muttered.

“Yes… Yes, you will.” Her knees chafed against the leather couch’s pillows as she rocked her body over me, my cock sliding furiously in and out of her, her juices covering it over and over again. She took her fingers to her clit and, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, she pressed and rubbed on it, thunder spreading through her loins. Her body jolted as my cock went deep, hitting that sweet spot buried deep inside her. She screamed, pushing her shaking thighs against me as her hands pulled my hair uncontrollably. She didn’t know if she was hurting me or not... but she didn’t care - I was a big boy and, in that single moment, the only thing she cared about was the endless explosion of pleasure happening all over her body, making her skin boil as if she was about to disintegrate.

She grinned, breathing in deeply as I pulled out my cock from inside of her now too sensitive pussy, her whole body shuddering as its thickness passed through her outer lips.

“Stroke it… Stroke it for me…” She told me, grabbing my wrist and guiding my hand. I did as I was bid, my fingers grasping my member and moving up and down. I knew I couldn’t hold much longer and, if I tried, something would pop inside my head. “Cum… Cum for me…”

Three words. Three words from her and my cock immediately exploded, warm white semen gushing outwards and covering her belly in thick ropey strands. My fingers clawed at her ass as my whole body felt as if it was ripping apart, my muscles so tense I could almost swear I heard the flesh tearing apart from the bones.

“Holy… fuck!” I muttered through pursed lips, my brow furrowed in effort - I was gushing so much cum that it was splattering her whole body, dripping down from her tits and belly to her legs and pussy and then, finally, trickling into the floor in thick drops.

I closed my eyes and leaned back, my exhausted and trembling body reclining against the couch. I sighed heavily, tender fingers softly grasping my hair, and forced my eyelids open. Ella green eyes were on me, watching, a twinkle of mischievousness on them.

I gave her a wide devilish grin and, still reeling myself from everything, told her the first thing that crossed my mind.

“You are fucking amazing.”

She said nothing, but something flashed behind her eyes - something that spelled a confident I know.