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Using my free hand, I cup both his balls and roll them over my fingers. My heart tightens as I feel their weight, and the gears inside my mind start turning fast as I imagine the ungodly amount of cum Drake’s going to shoot once he’s done.
"I guess you were right…" Drake breathes out, his voice heavy with pleasure. "You really know what you’re doing."
"Anything for daddy," I whisper, looking up at him as his cock pops out of my mouth. I keep on stroking as I look into his eyes, a smile dawning on my lips. Without even blinking, I use the hand I had on his balls to reach for my worktable, which is just by my side. I feel around with my fingertips, but it only takes a few seconds for me to find what I’m looking for.
I grab one tiny silver bullet, closing my hand around it, and then take it straight to between my thighs. Under Drake’s curious gaze, I slide my hand under the hemline of my dress and, flicking my thong to the side, push the sleek bullet past my pussy lips and sigh loudly as I feel it go in. It turns on right away, vibrating in such a way that I can’t stop myself from moaning.
This is one of my new prototypes, and it’s all about ‘plug and play’. You just slide it in and its sensors detect your pulse, how wet you are and a few other things. From there, this bullet vibrator just does its thing, leading the way to a hands-off orgasm.
Grinning, I turn my focus back to Drake’s cock; I dive into it as fast as I can, opening my mouth wide and rolling my lips down his shaft. I push myself further down this time, not stopping when I feel his cock against the back of my throat. This time I go all the way, pushing my mouth down until my lips are brushing against the skin at the base of his cock.
He groans, the pressure of his fingers on my head intensifying, and that's when I slide his cock out of my mouth. The bullet inside my pussy detects the frantic movement of my body, and it starts vibrating harder and harder as I bob my head back and forth. God bless my career choice, it’s really paying its dividends now.
"Your mouth’s so tight," Drake says, yanking on my hair so harshly that I have no other option but to stop moving. Holding my head in place, he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. "I can’t wait to feel how tight your pussy is," he continues, grinning as he begins to piston into me faster, fucking my mouth as if he were doing it to my pussy.
I close my eyes as the bullet starts doing its job more eagerly now, vibrating and pulsing more violently as Drake picks up the pace. Ripples of pleasure make their way up my spine and, by the time they reach my brain, they turn into tall waves of ecstasy.
Taking one hand under my dress and between my thighs, I press two fingers on my clit, ready to start touching myself. I don’t have the time to do it; the moment I press down on my clit, the bullet vibrates so intensely that an orgasm explodes inside of me before I have the time to do anything else. I throw my head back, fighting against Drake’s hold on me, and his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet sound.
"Oh, fuck," I moan, my eyes closed as a burning sensation floods every inch of my body. I grit my teeth as the bullet convulses inside of me, unleashing hell.
"Now that’s one hell of a toy," I hear Drake say, but I’m so lost in the sensations flooding my brain that I can barely comprehend what he’s saying. I open my eyes and take a deep breath as the last waves of pleasure wash over me; reaching for the bullet, I pull it out easily and then just throw it on top of the table, my fluids coating it.
"C’mere," Drake whispers, offering me his hand. I grab it, allowing him to pull me up to my feet, and then he just crushes his mouth against mine. We kiss in abandonment, and I’m so wet right now that wearing underwear is simply uncomfortable.
"I want you to fuck me hard, daddy," I tell Drake, pulling back from his kiss and looking into his eyes. His only reply is a grin, and then he takes both his hands to my shoulders and pushes the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my chest, baring the outer edge of my bra.
The moment Drake’s eyes wander to the curve of my breasts, it’s as if he goes mad: he tugs on my dress almost too violently, sending it flying down to my ankles. I step out of the bunched up fabric, and then he’s on me: he grabs me by the waist and, forcing me to turn around, pins me against the wall once more.
His fingers trail down from my shoulders to the clasp of my bra, and he unhooks it with a deft movement. This time moving more slowly, he pushes the straps of my bra down my arms and takes it off me, allowing it to fall to the floor. I press my forehead against the wall and sigh as he runs his hands over my stomach, slowing down when his fingertips patiently hike down the curve of my bare breasts.
"Yes, daddy…" I moan as he pinches my right nipple between his thumb and index finger, the pressure of his fingers intensifying until my moan turns into a quivering whisper of pleasure.
"I’m going to take good care of you, Natalie…" he whispers into my ear, his words like spears stabbing into my brain. "I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand afterward," he promises me, and I can’t wait for him to make good on that promise.
"Do it," I exhale, and he pinches my nipple harder, silencing me at once.
"Oh, I’ll do it… Don’t you doubt it," he continues, placing his other hand on my stomach and sliding it down until the tip of his fingers meet my thong. He flattens the palm of his hand against the drenched fabric, and I let out another moan, this one louder than the ones before. Just by the way he’s touching me, I can tell that this is a man who knows what he’s doing.
Sliding his hand under my thong, he caresses my pussy lips gently, tracing the length of my pussy with them.
"You’re so fucking wet, I love that," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as they move. Then, without any kind of warning at all, Drake pushes his middle finger inside my aching pussy, sliding it in all the way.
I gasp as I feel his finger sliding inside me, his fingertip going straight to my G-spot. He presses hard on it, and my gasp turns into a surprised scream; most men don’t even know where the clitoris is, let alone the G-spot. But then again, Drake is not most men, that much is for sure.
Pressing on that sweet spot hidden inside of me, he uses his thumb to caress my clit, and then he starts flicking his wrist gently. I ball my hands into fists and, keeping them pressed against the wall, I jut my ass back and against Drake. With his shaft squeezed tight between my ass cheeks, I start moving my body in a flowing motion, grinding against him.
/> He responds to the movement of my body with an easy reply: he starts working on my pussy faster, the pressure of his fingers growing and making my movements more and more erratic. I feel his shaft pulsing against my ass, and that makes me close my eyes and imagine how it’ll feel once he’s inside of me. If he can get inside of me, that is; I’m not sure if a cock as big as his is going to fit inside my pussy. But I’m more than willing to find out.
"Don’t—don’t stop," I groan, feeling slight spasms taking over my pussy. My inner walls become tighter in a heartbeat and, noticing it, he starts rubbing on my G-spot and clit more fiercely. His fingers work their magic on me, and it all happens in a fraction of a second; I lose control of my body and, pressing my forehead against the wall so hard I might crack my skull, I moan as loud as I can and come.
Electricity rages through my muscles, making them twitch so hard I’m pretty sure I’m going to be sore in the morning. But it’s all for a good cause.
I thrust back against him as I come, pushing all my weight against his cock. His shaft is like a steel rod between my ass cheeks, and I move my body up and down, stroking him with my ass.
"Ready for the main course?" he whispers, suddenly taking one step back. I take a deep breath and, after steadying myself, I turn on my heels to face him. I offer him a teasing smile and, grabbing his cock with both hands, pull him into me.
"What do you think?" I purr, letting go of his cock so that I can run both of my thumbs on my thong. Swaying my hips from side to side, I push my wet thong down my legs and, the moment the fabric touches the floor, Drake closes the distance between us and presses his body against mine.
