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YOURS...FOR TONIGHT...Pt. 2
You jerk as I suddenly pull away. I climb up between your legs until I am on top of you.
I stare down at you. "Now fuck me. I want you to fuck me long and hard. I want you to use me. I want you to abuse me. I want you to own me. I'm yours...for tonight"
You roll me off you and straddle my chest, locking my wrists above my head in your steel grip. The look in your eyes both scares me and excites me. I try not show any fear, even though I am fully aware of what is coming.
You snarl. "Are you sure you want this?"
Through gritted teeth I answer, "For tonight...I'm yours."
I am pleasantly surprised when you lie down beside me in a 69 position. As you begin to tantalize my cock with your tongue, I again caress your bulbous head with my lips and mouth. The size seems to grow ever larger. My hole puckers at the thought of your monster tearing through that tender opening to the depths of my being.
I work more and more of your length into my slobbering mouth until it is full. Without pulling out, you swing your leg over my head, your muscular frame heavy on my abs and chest, the weight of your body forcing your swollen sausage deep into my throat. I struggle to take it, fighting the strong reflex to gag. Involuntary tears form in the corners of my eyes. I couldn't protest if I wanted to...and I don't.
You have devoured my shaft, taking it to the root, then pulling off to graze my head not particularly kindly with your teeth. I can't help but moan. At the same time, you knead my balls, gently at first, then ever harder, grasping and pulling until you have them grinding into my ass just above my hole. The pain and pleasure is overwhelming. Between the lack of oxygen with your log wedged in my throat and the throbbing in my groin, I fight to remain conscious.
You seem to sense my plight for suddenly you are gone. My chest expands; my lungs fill with breath; the weight has lifted, yet I feel deserted. My eyes slam open. You are standing over me, a glint in your eyes and an evil grin twitching the corners of your mouth. You tear open the package and hand me the condom. With shaking fingers, I struggle to work the sheath over your pulsing shaft. You flex your pelvis so that your huge tool splits the air above my face like a medieval ramming rod.
You hover above me in a push-up position, ever so close yet not touching me. Your lips touch mine. I open to let your tongue dive in where your cock has been. I suck and bite and caress it. Slowly you withdraw.
You work your way between my legs, pulling them up until they rest on your shoulders. The head of that battering ram teases my puckered hole. My heart is racing from the fear and anticipation of what is about to come.
It is your turn to look up between MY legs. That evil smile again crosses your face. That humongous cone presses harder against the tender mark. I long for it to crash through the taut portal, filling my fuck canal. Yet I cringe at the prospect.
To this point not a word has been spoken. Now you growl, "Tell me, tell me what you want."
I whisper, "Fuck me."
"Not good enough. I want to hear you beg. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."
I glare at you and snarl through gritted teeth, "Fuck me, sir. I want you to fuck me. I NEED for you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Please fill me as only you can. Please, Sir."
You smile. I cringe as that hard mushroom begins its assault. I gasp as my ass is stretched unmercifully open. I scream as that pulsing huge nob crashes through the barrier of my sphincter.
You hesitate. I open my eyes. You are staring at me. A sadistic smile teases the corners of your mouth. I breathe deep, forcing my ass muscles to relax.
You resume your assault. Inch by inch you thrust deeper into my man cave. I moan in pain/pleasure as your rod torments my prostate.
That battering ram reaches the back wall of my cavity, yet I know there are inches left of its length. You do not stop. I scream the second time when that ram's head breaches my inner portal. Your massive man-tool slips into my lower extremity. Finally, your coarse pubic hair grinds into my sensitive balls. You are in completely. I am filled to capacity.
I moan in painful pleasure, then cry out as you rip your exquisite shaft from my trembling soul. I am left empty and wanting. "No," I whimper.
You laugh. You savagely drill your entire length back into my quivering hole. Again and again you ravage me. Your pelvis brutally buffets my swollen balls. Your orbs slap my tender cheeks. I would plead for mercy, but have no desire except to be filled. I meet each of your thrusts with one of my own.
You slam into me. You hold steady, buried deep within my being. You contort my body, forcing my legs on either side of my head. My ass is pointing to the sky. Your gaze is as one of a wild animal. We have both lost all control. Our primal, male sexual natures have taken over.
You slam into me like a crazed jack-hammer. The force of your weight crushes me into the mattress below. Each crashing thrust pounds the breath from my lungs. My entire being is lost in the ecstatic pleasures screaming through my body. I can hold back no longer. My balls clench. From the depths, my man-juice explodes from my pulsing rod. Stream after spurting stream covers my face and neck and chest.
I feel your manhood grow even larger within me. You pull from my depths. You strip the rubber from your shaft. With one jerk, cum erupts from your piss slit, mingling with mine in pools between my pecs.
You slurp up a mouthful of our combined spunk. Like a robin feeding her young, you dribble the mixture from your tongue to mine. I pull you to me. I suck our combined man-juice from your tongue, savoring the pungent flavors before feeding them back to you.
I roll you over on your back. I massage your pecs with mine, spreading the slime between us. Slowly, our breathing returns to normal. I kiss you with a long, lingering kiss. I look down at you with a sly smile. I whisper, "I was yours...for tonight." I watch as your haughty smile vanishes into a look of realization and concern.
"Oh, shit," you whisper. My smile spreads across my face.
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