My · Tango · Into · Darkness

Hello everyone!!

Just wanted to take a sec and tell everyone hello and that I will be making inserts into this journal over the next few weeks. I have been so busy lately that I haven’t been able to get on, but that is all about to change. I am going to put forth an effort to keep this journal filled with everything. Everything.

Talk to you soon!

~*kiss*~

They are all around me.

The lights out by the pool were bright, but out by the pool house was dim since that area was suppose to be off limits. That’s where they took me. Gabe was inside, no doubt drilling some poor girl with his huge cock, which left me alone to find something to fill my time.

And my mouth.

And my body.

( The Drink )

I could feel him pulsing.

He was sprawled on the bed before me, strong muscles loose with relaxation. With the drapes pulled back the light of the early morning sun bathed the room in a surreal illumination, one that hinted at innocence.

Of course, though, I am hardly innocent.

( Feeding )

I laid there, shivering with anticipation.

Face down on the bed, knees pulled up to my chest under me. I had to work late and didn’t have time to go home and change, so I wore my standard employment attire; lime green sweater, black skirt, nude hose, heels.

We had been at the party for less than an hour, and in that time I had three White Russians and some X. I was flying pretty damn high. Gabe pushed me into a corner and for about twenty minutes fucked my face. He didn’t cum, but he let me stuff my throat with his cock. Delicious.

So I laid there, hands tied behind my back, ass high in the air, skirt pulled up to my waist. I could see Gabe moving behind me. He was like a tiger who had just found a fallen deer. His eyes were so dark in the dim light; animalistic, diabolical.

( How it all ended )

It wasn’t a role that I was use to taking. Gabe is real big on voyeurism, and loves watching me get fucked, but I was feeling a little adventurous and decided that I wanted to watch him in action.

So I sat there alone on the love seat, watching as my wonderful Gabe pounded this little blonde thing from behind. She had been making eyes at him all night, and after a while we invited her into the upstairs bedroom. We’d been to this particular house several times for our parties over the last month, and knew this would be a comfortable room for me to watch the entertainment.

( The Watcher )

((At these parties we go to there are sometimes these special beds called Phia Beds. Not at all parties, just at some. They are for the extremely adventurous. While on the Phia bed you can’t deny anyone else who gets into the bed the opportunity to have sex with you. At these parties there is an assortment of people, from seasoned participants to the fairly frightened newbs, but regardless of how long you’ve been attending, you always have the right to deny someone the chance to get in your snatch. Well, while on the bed, you no longer get that chance. You never know who might jump on when you’re not looking, and thus give them the right to fuck you. Now, of course you can just get up, and leave, but there is an unwritten rule sort of that if you are in the bed, you are taking the chance of having someone less favorable climb in, and once in and contact is initiated, for propriety’s sake, you should stay in until the end. ))

( Want to know what is so special about the Phia bed? )

I was bad.

I forgot to pay the electric bill and the gas bill.

I was bad and he made me pay.

I laid there with my face crammed into the pillow, gasping for air around the ball gag that filled my mouth. My nose was a little stuffed up, and getting oxygen was a bit harder than normal. My hands were held behind my back with the handcuffs I bought him for Christmas this year. They were stainless steel, cold and unforgiving against the delicate forms of my wrists. The lights were on, and to my left I could see myself in the mirror that ran along the wall. Beautiful, if I do say so myself. Petite, and knelt, and helpless, like I should be.

( “Punished” )

I could feel him inside of me, pushing deeper with every thrust.

Dinner was over, the movie was done, and we were on our way home. That’s when he decided out of nowhere that he needed to be inside of me. We pulled off the highway and into a Hotel’s parking lot. He told me that there were always cars in hotel parking lots and that no one would notice.

He took me by the hair and kissed me deep. His lips crushed mine, and I whimpered into his mouth as his tongue invaded and caressed. He worked his hand inside my blouse, roughly groping my breast through my bra. Again I whimpered, the lacey material tortured my upright nipple. I kissed him back, grinding soft lips together, trying to cover up the blissful pain.

With suddenness he leaned back and pulled my head down in his lap. I hadn’t noticed exactly when he had undone his pants and pulled out his half-life cock, but there it was, right under my mouth, waiting. I anxiously opened wide and pulled him inside my throat, slick tongue coating the delicious flesh with saliva. All the way down, and then all the way up, I could feel him hardening inside my lips. He groaned and relaxed, hand idly guiding my head up and down. I gladly accommodated, pleasant gasping mixed in with my slurping moans. I could taste little droplets of salty delight.

He was ready. He pushed me between the seats, and I easily flopped down in back. He was on me with carnal enthusiasm. My skirt was around my waist and he was between my thighs, I could feel his thick stalk trying to force its way inside of me. With two fingers he pulled my panties to the side, and then he split me open. One thrust was all it took to impale me completely. I screamed and tried to get away, flailing my arms, pumping my legs. He was just too big. I was pinned beneath him, forced to take the length of his wonderful cock. He was a monster. From the start he unleashed a series of spearing thrusts that stole my breath. I can’t even remember how many times I came. The sound of flesh colliding echoed inside the car, with fading sounds of my heart and his growls mixed in. He hooked one of my legs behind the nook of the knee and pulled it up over his shoulder, stretching me taut, forcing more punishment on my tight cleft. I tried to tell him no, but the word wouldn’t come out, stolen by the brutal entry inside my soft, wet walls. With that hand he reached under me, delving between the cheeks of my butt to find my anus. It was soaked in the honeyed juices that had dripped down from my orgasmic slit, and greased for entry. He didn’t hesitate. He accompanied a long insertion of his dick with the implant of his finger in my asshole. The orgasm that followed seemed like it would never end.

He fucked me, with his cock and his finger, sometimes rhythmically, sometimes with clumsy bestiality. Not quite an hour, but close. My body was turned and folded and fucked so wonderfully that I tingled with the residue of orgasm long after it was over.

Finally he shoved his tool deep and spurted jets of wondrous cum deep inside me, his finger going just as deep inside my tush. I clenched around him and held him tight, wanting him and needing him as deep as he could possibly go. A painful orgasm was ripped from my core, washing over his injecting stalk.

Bliss.

Afterwards...

After New Guy had left, me and Gabe and a few of his friends chilled and smoked a little weed. The house we were in was pretty big and there were people everywhere, but we found a room down in the basement where we could hang. What started out as a personal party of about fifteen quickly died down to about eight, and then finally it was just me and Gabe and two of his friends. One was a black dude who I think was named Robert and the other was some skater boy named JJ. JJ was my age, maybe a year older, but Robert was in his upper twenties, maybe early thirties.

We joked and teased and flirted for a bit. I was wearing this tight little shirt that showed off my tits, a small skirt and boots. I looked hot. ;)

At one point Robert says that he wants to spank my ass and Gabe tells him to do it. I give Gabe that “fucker” look and walk over to where Robert is sitting. With a flirty little turn I spin and bend. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it, and the small little skirt rode up my ass to show a little cheek.

He spanked me twice. He has big hands and he is strong and my poor ass felt like it was on fire. They started poking fun at me because I gave a little whimper near the end, the usual guy BS, wanting to know if I was hurt.

In response, I looked Gabe in the face and said. “You know me, baby. The only way I like to be spanked is if a cock is in me.”

He responded with a fiendish grin, and then tilted his head toward JJ. I tried to give him “the look” considering I wasn’t really interested in skater boy, but he just narrowed his eyes, which told me to get busy.

JJ was sitting on the couch, so I crawled onto the seat next to him, ass high in the air for Robert to use, and undid his pants. Even his pecker was small. I crammed him in my mouth and started to suck him to hardness. It didn’t take long. I could have snapped my fingers quicker than it took this guy to stem.

Robert’s hand never found my ass, but his mouth did find my pussy. I about screamed around JJ’s cock when Robert’s big lips spread me open and his tongue slid in. Maybe it was being startled, or maybe Robert was just that good, but I instantly creamed all over him. JJ stared moaning, and it took me a moment to realize how motivated my cock-sucking had become. I mewled and moaned around him, licking and sucking him into my throat. I even pulled away just enough so I could tickle his balls with my tongue (a speciality I normally reserve only for Gabe.)

Robert was good. He lapped at my soaked cunt like a man possessed. It was like he had been starving and just found some food. His bottom lip constantly rubbed my clit as he consumed me, which only sent me into orgasm again, and once more I think.

JJ put his hand on the back of my head and started forcing me down onto him. I liked that, and let him have the reins. Up and down, up and down, my neck was getting a workout as my slick mouth swallowed the length of his cock. A small drop of pre-cum leaked out, and I knew the rest would follow shortly.

Robert’s mouth left, but before I could get in a full pout I felt the head of his huge cock slide across my pussy, looking for the tight little hole to pound. I arched my ass up, wanting him inside me, determination returning to my mouth. He split me open slowly, and in gentleman-like fashion worked his huge prick inside my tiny walls. I bit back my scream, driving JJ’s cock into the back of my throat to suppress any noise that wasn’t a gag for air.

He fucked me slow, letting me feel the ridges and veins as they entered into me. He sunk deep. I rolled my hips around him, wanting it fast and hard, but he gave it to me slow. JJ Started to moan and shoved me down on top of his cock. I squealed around him, but took him. I could taste his salty seed already, and was just waiting for the explosive gush.

The pace quickened. I was getting drilled by that big black cock. I could hear the slap of skin as his hips collided with my ass, and hummed around the dick I swallowed.

I was hoping it would be simultaneous, but JJ couldn’t wait. He flooded my mouth with his gelatinous cream. With me over him I had to suck and swallow, making sure not to spill a drop. He barked and thrashed a bit as my tongue licked over his head, finishing him off. Once consumed I pulled away, gasping for air as Robert started to pound me harder.

He rocked me forward and then pulled me back into him. He was ramming me hard, and I couldn’t hold back my screams. I was panting and whimpering like a puppy, his quick jabs spreading my slick glove to its limits.

He suddenly rammed the massive rod far up inside of me and unleashed a wave of sperm that I could feel thumping against the lining of my belly. My head was forced back and I wailed as he drove into the deepest reaches of my pussy. I reacted in orgasmic kind, washing over him with my honey as I soaked up all of his cum.

My scream was cut short by Gabe, who took full advantage of my open mouth by shoving his hard and masturbated cock inside of it just in time to unload. I tried to lap it all up, but the huge dick inside me caused so much tension that I was paralyzed. Gabe shot spurt after spurt, pulling out in time to send jets of gooey seed spitting across my face and hair.

I couldn’t breathe until Robert pulled out, and I crumbled to the couch, begging for air...

...and for more.

Mmmm…

The room was dimly lit, but well enough so I could see him sitting there across the room, watching me as he smoked his cigarette. The sight of his gaze made me shiver as I gently rolled my hips, swallowing the man who laid beneath me into the velvet well of my body. He loves watching me get drilled, especially by those he doesn’t know.

This guy was new, not just to the party, but to the lifestyle, and I was his first. He didn’t know where his wife was, and at that point, as I rode him, I don’t think he really cared. He moaned and rolled his head back, stroking my thighs as his cock moved around inside of me.

Gabe sat there like a cat waiting to pounce on his prey, one hand guiding the cigarette to his mouth, the other stroking his cock to hardness. The sight of it slicked my core, which drove the guy under me even deeper. I startled as he hit the bottom (or top, in this case), and braced again his chest, picking up the pace. He felt good, real good, and the sight of Gabe’s hard cock across the room made me want more.

One foot, and then the other came up so that I crouched on New Guy’s prick. I held my breath and bit my lower lip as I lowered down onto it a few times, stretching to accommodate. Once compliant, caution was thrown, and I carelessly dropped my hungry pussy onto his thick stalk over and over again. I moaned and panted as I fucked his dick, driving it deep into the recesses of my hole, wanting him to fill me with the creamy seed that I knew was starting to build.

New Guy loved it, whipping his head this way and that, groans spewing forth.

Gabe started jerking. He wasn’t just stroking to hardness anymore. His cock was full, and he wanted to unload. I think I actually whimpered as I watched him. That beautiful cock was mine, and I wanted it.

I reached around and dropped my hand under my ass, rolling New Guy’s balls as I rode him hard. I gave him a little grin and then tried my sexy, breathless voice. “Your dick feels sooooo good. Cum, baby. Fill me with cum.”

It must have worked, because not a minute later I felt him convulse beneath me, thrusting up inside as he exploded. I cried out, reaching orgasm myself, and clenched my walls around his throbbing cock to trap him and his wonderful cum in me.

“Now.”

It was Gabe. He knew what I wanted. I pulled myself off of New Guy, leaving a string of jiz between me and him. My legs were weak, quivering in the aftermath of orgasm, so much so that I stumbled down to my knees. I didn’t care. Like a dog I scampered across the floor and into his lap, devouring the length of his gorgeous cock deep in my throat. With tight lips I stroked him only three times before he launched a gush of sperm into my mouth. With my tongue as the usher I showed the cum to my belly, swallowing quickly to take it all. I lightly stroked him, milked him, and he sat there so that he could drain inside me.

Second part of the night coming soon.

I haven’t been on in a while because I have been so busy with everything going on in my life. Now that I have some time I am going to reopen this LJ and continue on with my exploits into the realm of debauchery.

Some things have changed since I’ve been here last. As I look back on my former posts I see how much my life has altered, so for now, I will get you all up to date.

Since my last post I have moved in with Gabe and we are practicing a Dom/sub relationship. Our sex life is crazy cool with so much to catch you up on. Dom is so hot and vicious that I am always learning new ways of getting fucked.

Like:

As I got ready for work yesterday morning he came into the living room. I was dressed in a little green blouse with a knee length black skirt, hose, and heels. (These are the things I wear now because Dom has a huge thing for stockings/nylon/pantyhose/skirts.) He was wearing only his boxer shorts.

We chatted for a few seconds and then he dropped down on the couch. After looking around, he asked me if I would get him the remote, it was on the other side of the couch atop the stand. I did.
Before I knew what was going on he was forcing me in half over the back of the couch with his hand up my skirt. I felt his rough fingers on my pussy through the hose. I moaned and tried to push him off, but he is much bigger than I.

He pulled the skirt up over my ass and then roughly yanked my pantyhose down so they stretched across my thighs, pressing my legs tightly together. Again I tried to push up, but he grabbed me by the back of the hair and forced me to stay where I was. I was instantly wet as he grabbed my hair, and it was a good thing, because his fingers were merciless as they quickly traced across the lips of my pussy and then pushed inside.

Orgasm met his prying digits. I shuddered as I felt the warmth wash over me. The hand that had my smooth hair clenched, showing me his love for my release.

The fingers departed, and were soon replaced with the head of the holy tool that I so devoutly worship. His huge cock carefully spread my lips, and then with a hard, smooth thrust, he shoved the length of his swollen stalk deep into the pink glove of my slick hold. I tried to arch back and cry, but he held me painfully over the back of the couch. I clenched the back of it so hard that I broke three of my nails, two on the right hand and one on the left.

His pace was urgent and savage. He pounded my poor little pussy as though it had some how wronged him and was now paying for it. I gasped, I couldn’t breathe, the bounty of my lungs stolen with every rough entry. Again I cam.

He was methodical. Like a machine. There was no passion. He fucked me like he was proving a point. His last thrust was so deep that it could be described only as tormenting, and my constricting pussy was filled with his oozing seed. Every spurt of his cock was felt inside me, like when speakers are turned up so loud that you can ‘feel’ the sound. I gasped, catching my breath, and he unceremoniously yanked his fading cock from me, tearing another weak moan from my lips.

“Keep me inside you all day. When you get home I better be able to taste you. Now, pull up your pantyhose and go to work. You’re late.”

Love you Dom.

See ya soon.

I knelt at the foot of the bed and waited. It was such a strange roll for me. I was never really one for the “slave/dom” relationship, but it was very evident that that was the sort of thing that Gabe wanted. I was dressed in the outfit he had picked out; the leather bikini-like ensemble with the leather three-quarter gloves and the thigh high boots. It was very “slave” like in my mind. As I knelt there in the empty room my hungry pussy had already started to get wet, just with the anticipation of being forced to take his cock inside me. I had a feeling that I wasn’t the first slut Gabe had used as a tool to slate his sexual hunger, and for some reason, that made me even wetter.
( Then the pain began )

Went over to Jake’s around 11:30 last night. I was bored. I didn’t even really get dressed. I was wearing this long satiny nightgown with a little robe and some slippers. He was watching a rerun of Saturday Night Live. We got to talking a little, giggling and flirting about the Swingers party. I guess he knew one of the guys who gave it to me and he had good things to say. I was happy. He pulled a slick one on me, though. He has this bar/counter thing that separates his living room and his kitchen. I was sitting on one of the bar stools along the outside, drinking a beer, and when he came by he asked me to grab his beer that was on the counter. I did, standing up on the stool and reaching across the counter. Next thing I know he’s got me pinned on the counter top, my nightgown up around my waist, and his big, hard dick punching away at my pussy trying to find a way in. I claw at the counter and try to crawl away, but Jake is just too strong, and finally, he parts my wet little cleft and sinks deep inside me. I instantly orgasm, singing a long, drawn out, moan. With one hand on my hips and the other spanking me ass, he starts fucking me from behind. He’s driving into me so hard I can feel my thighs painfully pressing against the edge of the bar. I start panting and screaming as he buries himself so deep that his thick, purple head crushes my cervix with every thrust. I ball up my fist and pound the counter top as I orgasm again, and then again.
When he finally cums he shoves it deep up my slick hole, and I am so stretched that I can feel his veins pulsing and pumping as he dumps his load inside me. I lay on the counter, out of breathe, gasping.
I ended up staying the night. Around 3:00am I woke him up by sliding down and giving him head. He moaned and lolled, but never really woke up, even when I was swallowing his sperm. A few hours later I woke up again and slid on top of him. I straddled his hips and stroked his dick until it was hard before sliding it inside of me and riding him. It was slow and rhythmic, gentle and slick. He enjoyed it. He woke up enough to reach up and grope my tits while I lazily bounced atop him. When he came, I slammed down on him and crammed him up inside me as far as he could go, moaning and whimpering as I was stretched open and flooded with cum for the third time that night.
I made coffee this morning, kissed him goodbye, and headed home.
Here I am.
Got to get ready for work.

He picks me up around 7:20. I went with a tiny little jean skirt and a baby blue half-shirt, and of course, kitten heels. He wants to know if I am wearing any panties, and when I tell him yes, he almost looks disappointed. We get on his bike, and take off. My erotic recollection of the vibration was acute, and as we headed off down the road, I felt the tingling begin to reemerge.
We ride for almost 40 minutes, and even though it is VERY cold, I still manage 3 or 4 orgasms. We pull up to this beautiful house inside a gated community. There must be fifty cars lined up in the half circle drive. This place was huge.
We get there and everyone is gorgeous and wearing diamonds and its all fancy and instantly I feel out of place. I’m giving Jake the look like “why didn’t you tell me this was formal??” He, who is dressed in jeans and a hoody, just laughs and carries on with his friends. He keeps introducing me as “The hot piece of ass that lives next door.”
I could strangle him.
So the guy who owns the house, Brandon, gets up and starts talking about how fun it is to have everyone there and how we are going to have a great time tonight and blah, blah, blah. I notice that I am catching the eye of these guys across the room who are standing without any women. They are giving me “the look” and blowing me kisses and I’m flirting back, giggling.
At the end of his little speech, Brandon tells everyone that it is time to ‘begin’ and wants all the ladies to head toward the back of the house. I’m giving Jake this curious look, but he pats me on the ass and nudges me toward the door that all the other girls are heading toward.
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It’s been almost a week since I posted last. I have been sooooo busy it ain’t even funny. I had such a killer time last weekend with Jake. Saturday night is so extensive and detailed that it will take me a bit to get it all down, but I’ll try to have it up by tomorrow night. It was mind-blowing and utterly amazing.
I’m getting ready to go to school and then work. I’m going with my grey and black dress suit with nude hose and heels. I’m not wearing any panties today just incase.
Talk to you soon.

I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get on daily, I’ve just been so busy with school and work. Me and Jake are going out tonight to a “special party” as he calls it. I’ll see what that’s all about. Not sure what I’m going to wear. He wants me to wear a skirt but I have been dying to get into my hotpants and playboy bunny shirt.
Not sure.
My boss told me today that he loved the way I dressed and that it made coming to work easier when he had something so nice to look at in the morning. I was wearing this green crisscrossing blouse that shows off a LOT of cleavage and a little white skirt that hugs my ass. I think on Monday I’m going to try and have sex with him. He’s pretty hot and I can see his package through his slacks, which is a good sign.
Kristi called me and wanted to know if I would go and strip with her again. I probably would if I wasn’t going to this party thing with Jake. Tyler’s birthday is coming up soon, and I’m thinking for it I might try to talk Kristi in to having a threesome with us. He’d really love that.
Anyway, I gotta run, but I’ll try to keep up a bit more over the next few days.
C-ya soon!

I awaken as my ass is spanked by a crop. I feel the score of slim leather threads strike me again and again, stirring me from my oblivion. Gabe is standing there with a grin and his whip. I start to sit up and he pushes me down, letting the end of the tails drag across my flesh. I tingle. He brings them up and circles my breasts lazily, teasing my nipple with just a flick. I arch and curl and giggle.
He tells me to come with him. I follow him out into the living room, still dressed in the little school girls uniform, cum dripping from my ass down my thighs. I shiver. He tells me to get up on all fours and climb on top of the coffee table. I do. He pulls my little skirt up and slaps me hard with the crop. I suck air through my teeth and feel the flesh of my cheek start to burn.
He moves back around and pulls his semi-hard cock from his pants, and then gets a handful of my hair. Back and forth, he starts to slap my mouth with his dick, the length of it getting harder and harder as he starts to use more force. I open my mouth, trying to catch it, but can’t. He’s keeping it out from between my lips.
He tells me to stick out my tongue. I do. Slowly he starts slapping the head on my tongue, stroking it as he does. I feel it against my cheek. He starts jerking off, I watch him hungrily. Every once in a while he leans forward enough so I can lick the smalls beads of precum that emerge, but nothing else.
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He has got a gorgeous house. It’s got to be pushing close to a million. It’s got six bedrooms, four baths, a pool, a hot tub, a home theater. It’s amazing. He built it himself. I have never been in a house so nice.
He scoops me up with both arms and carries me up these stairs. We are making out the whole time. I’m sucking on his tongue while he walks, and we’re kissing pretty deep. We get to his bedroom and he lays me down on the bed. He wants to know if I’ll wear something for him. I’m thinking like a blindfold or some handcuffs or something so I tell him yes.
He pulls out this schoolgirl outfit.
The whole deal. The top, the little skirt, the white long socks, the little black shoes. THE BACKPACK.
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Me and Gabe went out last night. I went with the skirt and the boots and no hose. That might have been a mistake. It was a little chilly last night. He picked me up around 7:30 or so. I was expecting his bike but he was driving like a Tahoe or something. He was looking hot. He was wearing this tight cotton shirt and slacks. The shirt was so tight I could see his chest and his abs. I got instantly wet. I told him that I wanted to lick him.
For all of you guys out there, here is a hint. You know its going to be a good night when your date gives you head on the way TO the theater.
He doesn’t cum or anything, but I have a good time bobbing up and down on his dick while we make our way. He’s got his hand curled around me, two fingers pushed inside, making me moan while I sucked him off. I was so freaking wet all he had to do was split me open and dip inside.
We get there and get our tickets and see Underworld: Evolution. We start making out a bit, he’s got his hand up my skirt again, I’m purring in his ear, telling him I want his dick in me. He is such a good fucking kisser, and I hate smokers. Either way, I’m damn near in his lap, and we are just all over each other.
Finally he gets up, my wrist in his hand, and he drags me out of the theater. I’m giggling the whole way. We leave that theater and walk down the hall to the men’s room where he throws open the door and walks in.
I struggle cause there is no way in hell I am going into the mens room. He’s all ripped up and he is strong and it’s not too hard for him to get me in there. Once in, there are two kids washing their hands, teenagers, and as he drags me back through the row of stalls I hear one of the little shits say “He’s gonna wax that ass.”
He does.
He takes me in the farthest stall and shuts the door and locks it. I’m giggling and trying to get by him, well he turns me around and bends me over the toilet. I don’t want to touch the nasty thing, so I put my hands on the top of it. My skirt’s up, and before I can get out even the slightest protest, I’m filled up with his cock. I’m instantly orgasmic. I’m biting on my lip trying not to feed the natural echo-chamber that is this bathroom with my screams. From the word go he is fucking me good. Long, smooth, measured strokes that are coming quickly. I feel the head of his dick crunch my cervix with every thrust. I lift my leg up onto the bowl, stretching my soaked pussy around his knifing cock to give him a tighter slit to pound. I am crying into my bitten lip as I start climaxing in drawn out strings of release. I’m pushing back against him fast, meeting the thrust of his hips.
When he cums I hum a passionate moan. Right when he erupts inside me he grabs my hips and holds them so he can cram all of his big dick in me and hold it there. I can feel his veins throbbing as they spit his cum inside my slick little hole.
I’m slapping the top of the toilet trying to control the convulsions that are working through me as the tip of his cock forces my nerves to go wild.
We left from there. On the ride back to his place I sucked him off some more. I am really getting addicted to the taste of cock dipped in pussy.
I stayed at his house all night. We must have fucked eight different times in every room of his house. Yes, he owns a house, and IS MARRIED!
I’ll describe the rest of the night later. Gotta run.