Matt
I followed her into the master suite, noting her gasp at its opulence. I’ve spared no expense on this townhouse, and the décor is masculine but elegant. Dark wood furniture, a massive bed with expensive sheets, damask walls. And the en suite … yeah, we’d be using the soaking tub a lot once we got naked, I’d make it my mission to fill that tub with cum.
In the meantime though, I had a willing, nubile girl at my bidding. Okay, maybe willing was a bit of an overstatement. I’d bought and paid for her services after all, but I intended on having her gasping in my arms, hot and excited, her cunny fresh and steaming, begging for cock.
Slowly, I turned Teresa around to face me, my hands on those slim shoulders. Her brown eyes were cast down, lashes long on her cheeks. She trembled slightly but was otherwise still. Slowly, I pulled out the tie in her hair and raven locks came tumbling down. God, it was gorgeous. Like a waterfall of rippling black, streaming and glossy in the light. I ran my hands through the waves, enjoying their silky, sensual feel.
She still didn’t look at me as I began unbuttoning her work shirt. Her curves were dangerous and the golden sheen to her skin totally delectable. I whistled appreciatively. Beneath that denim shirt was the laciest bit of white lingerie, barely cupping her breasts, the round mounds spilling out, the Double Ds luscious. The lace was transparent enough that I could see deep mocha nipples poking through.
And what did you know? Her nips were hard already, jutting out like tiny pebbles begging to be sucked. Okay, so the little girl wanted me and I felt my cock jerk in response, my ego stroked.
In a flash, I was on my knees in front of her and gently lapped at the curve of her breast before latching on her nip. She gasped at the feeling of my mouth, the warm wetness insistent as I rolled my tongue around her areola, then settled in for a deep suck. Her breast flesh was succulent, delicious and tasty in my mouth and I had to get more.
With desperate hands, I undid the zip of her jeans, unsnapping the tight denim to reveal a tiny white g-string. God, this girl was so gorgeous, her ass juicy and perfect, her cunny faintly outlined under the soft silk. With my mouth still occupied, I scrunched the g-string so that it formed a line between her pussy lips, making them bulge and plump. I ran a hand up and down between her legs, sampling that wet flesh, and placed a hungry kiss on her clit, the little rock sticking out from between her lips, she was so fucking aroused.
But that’s when things got freaky. Teresa had another meltdown, totally unexpected given how wet her cunny was.
“Don’t kiss me down there!” she gasped, trying to push me away. Her efforts were useless, her small fists beating against my shoulders. I weigh almost twice as much as she did, and you can’t keep me away from a pussy that tastes good.
“Why?” I said, ignoring her as I lapped at that sweet flesh, sucking a bit on her clit, her g-string pushed to the side. “Tastes like heaven,” I growled, my chin wet with her juices.
I could feel her clit throbbing, her hot box emitting steam and her panties soaked through, but Teresa was adamant, verging on hysteria.
“No, don’t touch me there with your mouth!” she shrieked again, this time twisting in my grasp so that my lips ended up on her left hip. She struggled and writhed, desperately trying to prevent me from licking her pussy and I was totally baffled. Don’t women want oral sex? Fuck, it was my specialty and no woman had ever said no. In fact, one of my favorite things was to get a woman completely wound up, coming in my mouth before I fucked her. I found their pussies to be extra juicy afterwards, used even, still contracting as I drove my dick into the wetness.
But Teresa wasn’t having it. I could see a shimmer in her eyes as she desperately tried to maneuver her lower body away from me.
“Hey, take it easy,” I rumbled. If she didn’t want oral, then there were plenty of other ways to get off, I was open to exploring. “Calm down,” I said soothingly. “How about a dick ride then?”
Surprisingly, she nodded yes. In a flash, I was undressed and I pulled her close to me again, this time focusing on her breasts, twisting and pulling her nips as I kissed her. The girl sighed and relaxed a bit as I walked her backwards to the big bed and we fell in a tumble, her on top of me, into the luxurious sheets.
Slowly I pulled her into position so that she straddled me, my dick nestled between her thighs. Like a vixen, she began grinding, her tender pussy on my cock, lubing it up with her dripping cream, dragging that hot flesh against my stiff pole. I swear, the blood in my cock was pounding so hard, so fast that I thought I might explode right then and there from the slick camel-toe ride.
But she took control then. Teresa reached one hand down, leaning over me as she did so, dangling a boob in my face, and grabbed my fuckpole in one hand, letting it rub up and down against her cunt. Oh fuck, that felt good, the wet flesh caressing me, my cock twitching and straining in her tiny fist, trying to get into that hole.
She was devious though, teasing me by stroking my dick up and down her slit, her pussy so aromatic, so fucking wet that my cock had begun to stream like a leaky faucet. The pre-cum smeared on her thighs, on her pussy lips, lubing everything up, the viscous fluid mixing with her cream.
With a sigh, she thrust my pole into her box, sinking onto the rod, throwing her head back with a delirious sigh of enjoyment. The look on her face was pure ecstasy. Pure, fucking enjoyment as a woman rode my dick, savoring that hot rod in her twat. I live for moments like this, the sight of a beautiful girl bouncing up and down, legs spread, boobs flying everywhere as her cunny was pounded.
Because I’d taken her hips in my hand and was starting a deep thrust into her cunt. Her box was so wet, so tight that it was difficult to resist. I’d wanted to start slow, let her ride a wave, but instead I was drilling her, holding her in place as I rammed my dick again and again into that tight, sweet hole. “Unnf,” I grunted, my pecs straining, my abs solid as the little girl rode me like a cowgirl.
And reader, she was fucking loving it. Teresa was now moaning in ecstasy, her head thrown back like a wild woman as she was fucked from below. Her hands reached up to roll her nipples, pulling and tugging at that sensitive flesh as my dick violated her, the obscene sight of my massive pole disappearing again and again into that tiny cunny driving me over the edge.
With a roar, I came, spurting white hot goodness into her vag, coating those walls with my virility, each shot of sperm stronger than the last. I felt my balls tighten with intensity as her pussy pulsed in reaction, her orgasm complimenting mine, pulling that cum deeper into her sweet, hot flesh. Fuck, I sprayed so much that sperm began leaking between our bodies, juices rubbing everywhere as I fucked and fucked and fucked.
Finally, she collapsed on my chest with a sigh, her cunny still pumping me, occasional tremors squeezing me tight. My dick felt limp, completely spent but I knew I’d be getting it up again … hopefully for fucks three, four and five.
And it was nice honestly, to feel Teresa pressed against me, her big boobs mashed against my chest, both of us trying to draw air into our lungs after that mind-blowing fuck. I figured I might as well ask before we headed into round two.
“Are you on contraception?” I asked wryly. “Obviously it’s a little late if you’re not, but there’s always the morning after pill.”
She buried her face in my chest, flushing a bit, before answering.
“Yeah, I’m on the pill, I use it to regulate my periods, they’re so painful if I don’t.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god. This wasn’t the right time to knock anyone up, especially not someone I was paying for sex. But I still had questions. “What was up with the oral?” I asked gently. “You not into it?”
This time she didn’t look me in the eye, instead growing completely motionless.
“Yeah, it’s just not my thing,” she said in a muffled voice. “It makes me cheevy and there are so many juices, it’s disgusting.”
“Baby, your puss in my mouth is not disgusting,” I assured her. “The taste is fantastic, and fuck, I love a woman who comes in my mouth, squirting her juices,” I added. Okay, that was a lot of information but yeah, squirting turns me on. I drink it, I like feeling it spurt on my tongue, feeling pussy contract and let go into the depths of my throat.
But it just made Teresa more wary.
“I just don’t like it, okay?” she said, her voice still muffled against my pecs. “Can’t we do other things?”
“Baby there are a hundred other thing we haven’t done,” I said dryly. “Including oral on me. Let’s get started, shall we?” And with that, I flipped her on her back and moved up her body, nudging that beautiful mouth with my cock.