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My stomach does a somersault,and excited energy builds inside me. He’s starting the role-playing with me. My previous partners always hated my wicked imagination. They thought my desire to act scenes out was a threat to their manhood, as if I was telling them they weren’t enough to satisfy me without it. Truth be told, they weren’t, but that’s not the point.
“You’ve been gone for a whole week on that business trip. What was I supposed to do? You know I can’t sleep unless I have a full load inside me.”
“I should punish you and shoot down the toilet.”
“No! Please. He couldn’t even get me off, and he didn’t fill me the way you do.”
“Maybe I need to remind you how a real man feels then.”
“Yes,” I gasp out. “Remind me until I can’t think about anyone but you.”
In one forceful thrust, he buries himself inside me. It burns a little because he’s so much bigger than the dildo, and I let out a small whimper. He freezes, and his energy changes to concern. Fuck that because the little twinge of pain will only remind me how thoroughly I was claimed tomorrow. I push my ass into his hips, encouraging him to move. He blows out a relieved breath and pulls almost all the way out before slowly thrusting inside.
This won’t do. I need passion. I need friction. I need more. Taking matters into my own hands, I fuck him, rocking back and forth. It doesn’t take him long to get on board and give me what I need. His hips rotate with each solid forward thrust, hitting the little hot button inside me that’s sure to bring me to pleasure. I mewl, not making any sense but he doesn’t seem to mind.
He smacks my other ass cheek, stealing my attention. “Did he feel as good as I do, Baby?”
We’re back to playing the game. I push my smile away and get into character. “No. God, no.”
“Do you like having his cum inside you while I fuck you?”
I don’t answer, wondering just how far I can take this before he really gets offended. Based on past experience, I’m a little gun-shy going all the way with this pretend play. When he smacks my ass harder this time, I know he’s expecting an answer. Remembering that I promised myself I wouldn’t dim my light for anyone ever again, I decide this would be a good test to see if we’re compatible.
“Fuck. Yes. Okay. I love it. It turns me on so much I can’t think straight.” I’m glad he can’t see my smirk.
“What a good little cum slut you are,” he says, rubbing away the sting. “That’s what you are, right?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Say, ‘I’m your good little cum slut.’”
My pussy clamps down involuntarily, and the rush of arousal that follows makes this little bumpin’ uglies session sound obscene. Not ever having been able to explore degradation, I’m surprised by just how much this turns me on. “I’m your good little cum slut.”
“Louder.” He fucks me harder, reaching places inside I’m positive no other man has ever touched.
“I’m your good little cum slut!” I scream as another orgasm hits me. “Oh god.”
“Come for me. Give me that sugar, Baby.”
He drags some of our mixed fluids up to my asshole and pushes his thumb inside, just to the first knuckle, to give me something else to grip onto. It prolongs an already lengthy orgasm, and by the time the final shudders flow through me, my thighs are shaking, and my head is too heavy. I rest my forehead on the mattress as I pant.
“Fuck, I love you,” he says, pushing in and holding himself deep inside. “I’m showing my swimmers their target.”
“Words. None. Dead,” I babble.
“Don’t give up on me yet. My little cum slut needs her second load.”
This perks me up a bit, and I peer over my shoulder. “I love you, too.”
Hearing those words spurs him on more than any game we’ve played. He pistons his hips, the orgasm he’s been valiantly withholding hitting him fast and hard, but somehow, he tamps it down for just a minute longer, seeming to relish in our act of union.
He pushes his thumb in just a little further while I fantasize about how amazing it would feel for him to fuck me in my ass with the toy. Or maybe he could fuck my ass and put the toy in my pussy. Maybe they can take turns. My little bean tingles, trying so hard to get back in the game, but then he grips my hips so hard there’ll no doubt be bruises and gives me one final thrust, burying himself as deep as he can get. I feel a little twinge, and I wonder if he hit my cervix.
His cock pulsates inside me, and every thought vanishes from my head except picturing how his thick, veiny, throbbing joystick is painting my insides with his semen. God, I wish I could see what that looks like. His fat mushroom head purple from all the blood rushing south and that pinprick hole spurting like a fountain. I store that imagery away for later when my body doesn’t feel like a sack of mush.
