Wild Child

Damien

She was wild and uninhibited as she rode my cock; and greedy. She came no less than five times before she flopped down on my chest, too exhausted to move. I brushed my hand over her hair comfortingly as tears of release ran from her cheeks onto my chest.

I kept her body primed, never letting her come down from her sexual high. Now that her pussy had been satisfied for now, I turned my attention to her tits. “Raise up for me angel, let me see you.” I had to help her up since her body had gone boneless, and she sat up and back, sending my cock deeper into her.

Her body might need a break, but her pussy was still in the game. It clenched and released around me while she caught her breath, and I laid still letting my cock thump against her walls, nowhere near ready to offload inside her again.

“Cup them for me.” She lifted her breasts like an offering to me. “Now lift the right one and lick your nipple.” I moved my fingers to her clit while she did my bidding. There was no embarrassment here, no shame in what we did. “Now, the other one!”

I started moving inside her again, slowly this time, gently while my thumb played with her clit. “Now, feed them to me.” She was only too happy to obey as she leaned over and pushed one of her nipples into my mouth.

I squeezed her clit hard, testing the waters, seeing just how much she could really take. “Can you feel my cock growing harder inside you? Feel what you do to me.” Something else I’d learned about her and had no problem exploiting. She reacts very well to oral stimulation.

Words can paint pictures, and I painted the most vivid one in her mind. I knew from our sessions that she’d fantasized about being gang fucked, but because of her natural good girl persona would never cross the line, which is a good thing, I don’t like sharing. But there’s nothing wrong with a little fantasizing now is there?

So once again, I used her own hidden desires to enslave her. “Would you like to have a big fat cock in your ass while I fuck your pussy?” Her head perked up at my words as I ran my fingers down her spine. She looked down at me with something approaching fear in her eyes, fear mixed with unbridled lust.

“Tell me! How many cocks would you like to have fucking you at once?” She made a low guttural sound, and her body stiffened, but I didn’t let up. “How about if they all are about my size, you think you can take that?”

“Play with your nipples for me.” She had reared back until she was now sitting on my cock with her head hanging limply off to the side. ‘Or maybe you can take two in your tight little cunt at once while another licks your tits, would you like that?”

“Would you let all of us cum inside you? Over and over again?” She screamed and fainted against my chest as her pussy pulsated around my cock that was as stiff as it’s ever been.

I ran my hands soothingly up and down her back as her heart raced against my chest until she came awake. “Had enough?” It was a rhetorical question. If her capacity for sex was anywhere near what I think it is, then she won’t be done for a very long time.

And if she can withstand my brand of fucking, if she can hang in there with me until the end, then she’d have sealed her fate. Her parents brought her to me to save her, but they could have no idea of my true intentions.

She’s the one I’ve been waiting for all these years; I’m convinced of it now. The one I plan to keep by my side, in my bed, my own little fuck doll. I was wary of being disappointed once again. So many others had shown promise only to fizzle out in the end. Would she be another disappointment?

“Doc…Damien?”

“What is it?”

“You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t really share me with anyone, would you?” And there it is, the last piece of the puzzle. The thing that had made me certain after all these years that she indeed was the one.

It’s not easy finding a nympho with such huge appetites that can stay true to one partner. As much as I love sex, I don’t believe in sharing my woman with anyone or sharing myself with another. In the past, it wasn’t the worry of someone cheating that had kept me from settling down, but the fact that none of the women I took to my bed were ever able to keep up with me.

So they’d become dissatisfied in another way, they’d see their lack of stamina as an inadequacy then they’d start worrying that I’d find someone else, someone who could fulfill my needs better than they could, and the relationship would come to an end.