Deviant

Sucking on his tongue only made me think of what he was doing between my thighs and I no longer cared that this might not be right. All I cared about was that feeling between my thighs. That full, burning feeling that I never want to end.

This time when I came, it wasn’t one of those wild, tummy hurting orgasms, but something softer, sweeter, more subtle. He stopped moving and just rested there, letting his cock thump away inside me as my pussy tightened and released around his massive cock.

“Turn around, I wanna do you from behind.” He pulled out immediately after saying those words and I got into what was fast becoming my favorite position. He didn’t fuck me right away, so I looked back over my shoulder to see what he was going to do next and almost choked.

We’d been at it for hours and he was still huge, still completely hard and covered in his juices and mine. Had that thing really been inside me all these times? No wonder I felt like he’d ripped me in two when he fucked my ass. I pushed my ass back higher, enticingly as the sudden remembered pain, instead of scaring me only made me hotter.

I heard him laugh and realized that in the midst of my heated thoughts I’d started gyrating my hips wildly. Now he held me in place with those big masculine hands of his.

“Stop moving. How am I supposed to get my dick in that tight little pussy of yours if you don’t hold still?” One of his hands came up between my legs from behind and cupped me and I thought he was going to hold me in place to take his cock that way.

But instead I felt one then two then three fingers force themselves inside me and felt the wet heat that he pulled from my body with just a few soft strokes leak out of me.

“Fuck me, please Damien; fuck me.” That didn’t even sound like my voice. I can no longer recognize myself when I get like this. I’m becoming someone or something I no longer identify with. My ass hurts and so does the rest of my body and still my body reacts to the mere memory of what it felt like to have him take me there.

I felt the emptiness when he removed his fingers and whimpered in need when he got down off the bed and left. But my excitement came back full force when I saw the rope he had in his hands when he came back into the room.

My pussy leaked and I made some foreign sound that made him laugh as he approached me. I think my eyes slitted like a cat in heat as my body prepared itself for yet another passionate awakening.

I soon felt the rope going around my arms, pulling them back until my elbows almost met above my spine. I started moaning in my throat not knowing what new heights he would bring me to next.

My thighs were wet with both our juices and they only got wetter when I felt his tongue dipping into me from behind. I spoke in this language I’d learned only in the last few days. It may sound like gibberish, but for me, it was the sound of love.

He ignored my blabbering wails and ate me out until I thought my heart would burst from the intense pleasure. Nothing else has or ever will feel this good I’m sure. I held my breath and waited when he pulled his tongue out of me after bringing me to orgasm for the umpteenth time that day.

I felt movement behind me, his hands on my hips, soothing, gentle, until I purred in heat. And then…I screamed like a banshee when he slammed that hammer he calls a cock into me. My toes curled and I felt a new rush of heat go through my body.

I couldn’t really move because of the way my hands were tied but I could see. In the huge mirror right across from the bed that captured everything.

I laid with my shoulders pressed into the mattress and my ass in the air. I could see the length and width of his beautiful cock as he fucked me hard. Just the sight and sounds alone were enough to bring me off and I came hard, my tummy cramping as my pussy clenched down around his enormous cock.

“That’s it baby cum for me, now use your hands and spread those ass cheeks for me like a good girl. I’m gonna fuck your ass next.” My body bucked as sparks went off inside my head and I was cumming again. Screaming the whole way.

Once I caught my breath and was able to feel my hands and feet again I did as he asked, pulling my ass apart and was surprised at the unusual feel of his spit dripping inside me.