His hands jerk up my head, as he's still gripping my hair, and he has me looking him in the eye. "Yeah, you swallow me up and I'll fire plenty more rounds for you, Stacy," Sanders says, and the way he says my name is downright filthy. Sure, he told me that he was going to come down my throat and then come even more...but Sanders made my name sound like the filthiest thing in the world in all the right ways.
It makes my belly burn, molten hot. I run my tongue under the sensitive ridge of his cock's underside and then suck down, deep, swallowing him with everything in me. I'm curling my own toes, that's the level of exertion. I add the bobbing back in -- this is a powerful part of the playbook. This is my chance to bring him the sensory overload. My hands go back to his balls. I feel them loading up because I'm working him over so good. I feel the rod in my mouth turn to steel and that's when I swallow and press my head down deep. He presses my head down, too, his hands letting my hair fall around me so his hands focusing on holding me tight to his cock.
He comes so much down my throat I think I may have a new diet plan. I mean, we're talking a calorie dense value here with this thick load. I swallow every drop of his cum and I keep swallowing that cock. That cock which stays rock hard in my mouth.
"Gotta fuck you, Stacy, now," Sanders says with a groan. He pulls my face off his cock and lays me down, surprisingly gentle for how he moves so quickly.
He pulls my knees up and spreads them apart with his knees, and slides his huge cock into my pussy. He feeds me inches and inches more until I feel his balls slam into me.
My eyes have rolled back in my head and I feel like my body is full to maximum capacity. I feel my inner walls stretching, my pussy working hard to accommodate him. I'm already moaning on constant repeat. I have never been so filled in my life. This cock is better than any vibrator session.
Then Sanders brings his fingers to my clit.
Fuck, I can't take this. The pressure inside me pierces my senses and I'm in overdrive. I feel heat flooding my whole being, my full pussy and aching clit the wholeness of my being. Every part of my body serves only to contain the overflowing sensation he's created in me.
Sanders starts to stroke into me, deep in, and long out. Slamming in and out so fast and so hard, I can't hardly remember to breathe. I arc up my back and bring my feet to his shoulders. I hike up my butt and put myself in a sort of strange upside position, and it makes the angel of his penetration so deep I am shouting out in wordless but vocalized ecstasy.
"God, you're so fucking tight," Sanders growls.
My pussy should feel tight. He's piping steaming hot sex into me with that huge cock and my pussy is strangling it in return. I couldn't stop if I wanted to. I'm in a tremoring state of constant arousal. I'm so fucking wet and I can't tell where one wave of pleasure ends and another begins. I felt him come inside of me after a lot of pumping and he kept going. I can hear the wet sounds of his cock slamming into my pussy. I feel the hot loads inside of me and my own cum sliding down my thighs. My legs are quaking like I'm sitting on an earthquake.
But I'm not sitting on one, I am an earthquake, shuddering lust with a massive cock pumping into me. My throat is raw, too many moans and screams, and I'm going to be hoarse tomorrow from all the sound I'm making. My ability to walk is definitely going to be impaired. He yanks my legs up higher and slams even deeper into me and I know, no way I'm not going to be deliciously sore tomorrow.
Sanders pulls out, a thick load of cum coming with it, and flips me over, crawling onto the bed next to me. He spins me like I'm a hand on a clock, holding my leg up, and rolling his hips so his cock slams so deep into my wet pussy. We are obscenely, pornographically wet with each other's cum. My thighs are sticky, the whole room smells like the musk of fucking, and I can practically taste the sweat on our skin. Wait, I am! Sanders slams deeper into me and I'm biting my shoulder, I'm coming so hard I almost push that cock out. But there's so much of that long cock buried deep in me, and he keeps pumping, that my pussy is just strangling that huge cock as it keeps slamming into me. Sanders wraps his arms around me, one of his hands grabbing my breasts and rolling my nipples. I shudder with pleasure, every sensation almost too much because it is so intense. Sanders's other hand finds my clit, and teases it in long strokes that are the counter pressure to the cock fucking me in a way so unimaginably perfect.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I groan out at the way he keeps stroking my clit. He alternates between teasing my pussy with soft, gentle, almost teasing strokes, and the insistent and intense pressure of harder, circular motions that make me sink my teeth into my own shoulder and gasp. My pussy is gushing arousal. I don't know how I can possibly come this much. I think I am more likely to black out tonight than I am to actually fall asleep. My whole body runs on my pussy's clock. I breathe in when Sanders shoves his cock so deep in me that it steals my breath away. Every time he exits me before another stroke, I exhale. Shivers run up and down my body in time with this.
Sanders presses his lips to my neck and he kisses me. Little nibbles punctuate the sensation. I feel him groan against my neck and I get even wetter because he's going to come again. We are both testing the limits of just how many times someone can come. I had no idea that I could go this long. No matter how alpha the male, I didn't know that they could keep coming like this either. Of course, I've never met a man like Sanders. I have never been fucked by a man like Sanders. It makes me doubt the validity of anyone else as an alpha male. this is what an alpha male does. Making my point with his cock, Sanders pulls his cock all the way out of my pussy. I back up against his cock in time with him slamming back into me and I shatter around him. My pussy is so thoroughly his. I imagine how the inside is molded to that massive length, the width. I'm not certain my body is meant for anything so much as taking his cum and his cock. I want to beg for more, in a nonsensical way. He brings the hand up from my breasts and strokes my neck so softly I feel my pussy flutter like it has a heartbeat. The gentle way he touches me transposed with the rough, utterly claiming way that he fucks me drives me utterly wild.
"Goddamn, wanna drive my cock so deep in you I don't know where you begin and I end," Sanders groans against my skin. He sinks his teeth into me for a second while his cock unloads even more cum into me. I can't believe how much this man has to give...and then there's always more.
This was supposed to be a reward for him, but I am the luckiest little princess in the world. The way he touches me, kisses me, even dirty talks to me, is somehow still his special Sanders brand of gentle.
"Gonna fuck you from behind. I wanna squeeze those perfect tits while I drive into you, sweet little Stacy," Sanders tells me. By the time he's finished his sentences, he already has my ass up in the air and he's standing at the edge of the bed, driving his cock into me. He reaches out and grabs my tits. I'm impressed at his reach, but he is so massive in comparison to me that I'm not too surprised. The pressure of him squeezing my nipples while he pounds his cock into my pussy is dizzyingly good. I try to keep breathing. He squeezes the fullness of my breasts and makes me gasp, and I feel like my heart is skipping a beat. I moan more, my heart rate rushing through my blood again. I'm summoning my energy reserves staying up like this, my ass in the air when that huge cock is pounding into me.
Sanders releases my breasts, and his massive hands close around my stomach. His hands nearly wrap around my back and stomach and he holds onto me while he pounds into my pussy. He is holding me so close, sometimes my knees aren't even touching the bed. Sanders is fucking so hard and deep into my pussy I'm like a fuck toy, my body feeling more like that of a rag doll. I'm drenched in sweat, in our shared cum. I'm trembling with pleasure and my body is overrun with orgasmic pleasure that's wholly unrelenting. I have almost no voice anymore. Just the moaning could have done that, but the screaming orgasms on repeat definitely had something to do with that.
I hear him suck in a big breath, and when he exhales, Sanders stands me up in front of him. He lies against the bed and turns me to sit on top of him. "Ride me with what's left in you, princess," Sanders says.
I shiver at those words, at the idea, and at the effort. I slide his cock into me and I start to ride him, resting my hand against his firm, defined chest. He called me princess. That's how he treats me. With lots of added fucking in between. We are so sweat and cum slicked that I'm surprised we don't both melt into the bed.
San
ders narrows his eyes and sucks in a breath, and I know he's close again. I bring my hand to his face, cupping it in my own hands. I start with a soft kiss. His hands close over my hips and drive me down onto him. I come as I feel him spurt a thick load of his own cum inside of me. We keep kissing like that for ages, my legs shaking around us and my pussy milking everything his cock keeps shooting out. We keep kissing, and the world could fall apart around us. When I finally am laying completely against him, I hardly remember where our kisses ended and our cuddling began.
Sanders is the only man that could fuck me like the devil was in him -- or in me and he was trying to fuck it right out of me -- and then could hold me in the most heavenly way imaginable. Never in my life had my body been so thoroughly used for pleasure. And never had I also been so treasured. The way Sanders kisses me already blows all other men out of the water, and then he licked my pussy so good I could cry just thinking about it. I nuzzle into the crook of his arm when we finally come up for air from our kissing. I shut my eyes and breathe in the scent of him. Really, in this air, I'm breathing in the scent of us. I don't know where my body ends and his begins. I didn't know where my orgasms began or finished. I am in what feels like an almost permanent state of pleasure, yet my body has floated down and I'm falling into sleep. I am so well rested I wonder if I will wake in a week from now, sticky and ready to face anything. I have never, ever, been fucked like that it my life. Every nerve in my body was devoted to that pleasure, and now I'm the kind of numb that I can only feel his skin on mine. In my sleep, that feeling fades away.
I realize only in the morning that's because he's gone.
36
Sanders
My eyes snap open.
The room is dark and eerily calm, and for a moment, I wonder where I am. Then the realization sinks in. I'm still in Stacy's apartment, and looking over, I see that she's still sleeping; one breast is exposed and illuminated in the glow of the city lights just beyond her window. Her face is peaceful.
I look around the room—at the personal photo's of Stacy's family perched on her dresser, and other photos of her friends, and these things reveal a side of her that I realize I don’t know anything about. Who is this woman, really?