“I said fuck me!” I yelled.
“Damn your pussy is on fire!” he said as he pumped harder.
His hand dropped from my tit down to my clit where he tapped it rapidly and I thought I might explode.
“Oh God!” I yelled. “Ohhhh God!”
I’ve come so many times and in so many ways and in so many places but this…this was different. It was building up inside me. It was…it was…oh shit it was…
“Fuuuuuuuck!” I screamed.
“Shit,” he said with a grunt that told me he was coming too.
With that, he slammed me against the glass, smooshing my tits against the surface, and that one final thrust opened the floodgates. Heat went from my eyebrows down over my ears and down my neck into each limb before gushing out of my pussy.
His cock pumped inside me, shaking, trembling, squirting…the sensation walked me through my orgasm, like his cock and my pussy were in this together.
Lightning flashed and the world lit up, the back yard illuminated. I saw the houses across from us. Then darkness. My body was mashed up against the window and I couldn’t move, but Bastian was still giving light thrusts into me and breathing heavily into my ear.
Lightning flashed again and that’s when I saw them. Every back door across from us had the same scene. A woman was pressed up against the glass like I was with her man behind her fucking her doggy style. They looked at me the same way I looked at them. Everyone was having a great time, all at the sliding glass door.
It should have freaked me out but it only turned me on even more.
“Keep fucking me!” I said. “Don’t you stop.”
I tried to turn around so I could wrap my legs around him and force him to hold me up and fuck me but he wouldn’t let me. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me back around, putting his cock back in me from behind.
“No,” he said. “It’s one of the rules. The siren goes off and we have to fuck like this…until I’m done.”
“Like this?” I asked as I lifted up a little and pressed my pussy harder against him, biting my lip as I cherished the sensation of being stuffed.
“Yes, just…like…that…” and with that he was done.”
Chapter 7
Tension rubbed at his cock as I talked about Bastian claiming my pussy. You have to admit, the story is pretty hot. If the detective played his cards right, I might be riding his cock when I reached the end.
“He loved you,” Tension said.
“Yes, I believe he did.”
“You believe?”
“Well, it’s hard to explain. You’ll understand when you hear the rest of my story, but yes, I do believe Dr. Bastian was in love with me. I was clearly in love with him. Sex was being thrown at me from all directions and I hadn’t accepted any of it. Given my past, it would be easy for me to climb into bed with someone and then walk away as if nothing had happened. That had been my job. You know I once, long before meeting Bastian, had sex for five hours on set. Then I drove to a restaurant where I was meeting my boyfriend for dinner and I gave him a blowjob under the table. This guy didn’t know yet what I did for a living. When I told him, it was the end of our relationship.”
“What’s the point of that story?” Tension asked.
I loved it. He was already getting jealous. I had Tension so caught up in me that he wasn’t even enjoying my stories anymore. He’d started to consider me his in some odd way and hearing about me blowing someone under a table pissed him off.
“Detective,” I said, “Don’t worry. It was a long time ago.”
“Why…why would I be worried?”
“Hush now. Come sit next to me,” I said.
Tension leaned down to reach the bottle of whiskey, poured himself a couple of fingers worth, and then moved beside me on the couch. I put my hand on his leg.
“Is this story all that you hoped it would be?” I asked.