Strangers in the Night: My Broken Heart, Prey, Predator

Instead of pain there’s pleasure; the pain’s still there, but less than before. “Push back on my cock babygirl.” Even your voice sends shivers down my spine and I do as you ask, as always.

“Good girl, you’re taking my cock so well sweet girl, here take a little more. Shh, shh, it’s okay, daddy’s got you, no need to panic.” You soothe me with soft strokes down my side and over my ass with one hand, while the other stays torturing my clit, which is now swollen and hot.

“Let’s fuck.” With that you set up a slow in and out tempo into my ass, the pleasure is so intense I think for sure I’m going to die.

“Ohhhh…”

“Tell me.” Your hand comes up and grabs

my hair roughly until my eyes sting. I know what you want, what you’ve trained me to do.

“Your cock feels so good in my ass daddy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” The words come easier now than in the beginning, because now I mean them.

You smack my ass hard and I clench down on your cock. I love when you do that, I didn’t think I would, but you knew, you always do.

“That’s my hot little bitch. Whose ass is this?” I didn’t answer fast enough, not because there’s any doubt, but because the pleasure has taken my voice and my will to think.

You take umbrage and the pounding gets harder and that hand in my hair pulls tighter.

“Yours, all yours.”

“Say it.”

“I belong to you, all of me, everything I am is yours…please.” You shake my head until I continue.

“I am yours to own to control to do with as you please.” I’m close, so close. I move my hips back against you faster, wilder as your fingers find my pussy and your thumb stays on my clit.

I feel the sweet languor overcoming me as my body tenses up. I bite into my lip to hold back the scream and to take my mind off of cumming.

“Daddy may I cum?”

“No not yet.” I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold on and you’ll pull out, you’ve done it before. I’ve never been so miserable in my life as I was that night.

I tried tightening my muscles to stop the onslaught but that only made the sensations keener. I knew better than to ask again. Your word is law and final.

The strain brought tears to my eyes as you order me to keep fucking. You pull out suddenly and I hear movement back there, what are you doing? It sounds like you’re removing a condom and I start to cry. You’ve never worn one of those before. Don’t you trust me?

Then I understand why when you slam your big beautiful cock into my pussy and lift me off the bed. “Now!” And the floodgates open. I scream and blabber, thanking you for being so good to me as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt takes me over.

Then I feel you pulsing inside me and the hot jets of cum wash my insides. I know that you know I’m ovulating. I know that you know everything.

You stay planted inside my womb until the last drop of cum leaves your balls.

“Clean me babygirl.”

I pull off of your cock and turn quickly to grab any last drops that may be hanging from your cockhead. I lick your shaft from one end to the other paying special attention to the glands.

I can’t hold back the sounds of lust and hunger that escape my throat, as I taste you and me on your cock. Your hand in my hair, caressing, makes me very happy, and when you lift my face to yours and kiss me, I surrender.

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THE BEGINNING

I'm not sure how or why she came into my line of vision that day. I'd been sitting at my usual spot doing my usual thing, just killing time before heading back to the office. It's something I made myself do to keep me from overdoing it.

Some say I'm a workaholic, that might be true, truth of the matter is I like the rush; like that sense of exhilaration after I've dominated in the business arena. Only one thing even comes close to topping that feeling and from the reaction of my cock I think I just encountered my newest acquisition.

I'm a primitive being, a throw back you might say; a woman doesn't have to do much more than be what she is to catch my notice. Holding it is another animal altogether, but that's neither here nor there.