2 comments/ 13614 views/ 6 favorites 200 for an Hour at Paul's House By: MonsieurMaster The beer was stale. I mean really, how does one allow that glorious invention of man, that delightful concoction of hops and yeast go bad? I thought the expiration dates on beer were just challenges to the drinker; I bet you can't finish me before this day. My good ol' pal Paul lost this one though. You see this dry piss I'm currently drinking belongs to a guy named Paul, whose house I'm sitting in at the moment. Paul is one of my better friends. Hell he's pretty much one of my best friends, considering I placed him as an emergency contacts over one of my own sisters. (Sorry Melissa, but you're too damn flighty to trust with my safety.) We've known each other through high school, then college. We even went through the same bachelor/master's computer engineering program. It was hell, grueling programing hell but we got through it by banding together. I always though Paul was a nerd, but his help was invaluable in getting me through college and I always tried to pay him back when possible. Now that I think about it, Paul is someone I'd go through thick and thin to help out. I guess Paul felt the same way too, when he called me and asked, almost begged me in tears if I could house sit for him. He got called away for some surprise seminar that his company signed him up for and decided not to tell him about it about two days before he was suppose to go. Scumbags, I should send some malicious mal-ware through their servers. Anyway, an empty house wouldn't be that much of a problem for Paul to leave behind, unless it had at least $5000 worth of exotic fish inside. One of Paul's hobbies is caring for rare fish, the sort of fauna that exists in the water off of Sumatra or Sumer or some far off place like that. They're not too hard to take care of, but Paul doesn't want them to starve to death or shit like that. I'd catch a bullet for Paul, so feeding some rare goldfish wouldn't be too much of a request. He left me instructions to follow about feeding the buggers, but when I did some research and read the notes they turned out to be pretty much were self sufficient. Paul was only going to be gone about 4 and a half days, so I didn't have to do any upkeep or anything like that with them. I crushed the can in my hand, and tossed it in the garbage bin in the corner, settling back on Paul's comfy recliner. Paul told me he would pay me, but I just laughed in his face. Although I earned a healthy salary from my job, I still lived like a beggar in my one bedroom apartment in the shitty part of town. Just being able to crash in Paul's opulent by comparison rancher was good enough payment. A knocking at the door interrupted my thoughts. Ah, she's early. I got up from the chair, smoothing my hair back before I turned the knob. The mousy little brunette was standing there, practically bouncing to see me again. "Good evening," she said happily, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and giving me a smooch on the cheek. I couldn't help but grin at her excitement and giddiness in seeing me again and I returned the hug, even picking her up and twirling her around. She squeaked in surprise, which lapsed into delightful giggling. So wait, you're probably wondering, if you're house-sitting in your best friend's house, why are you bringing over a girl you barely know? The only thing I asked from Paul was if it was okay if I brought a girl over. Paul is one of three who knows about my hooker habit, and he himself indulged on some occasion. The second the words left my mouth Paul instantly agreed, even offering some of the toys and protection he kept in his room for me to use. I don't know what the hell Paul did with his girls, but I never thought he would be a fan of oversized anal beads. I politely declined his offering, but he did ask me if I could use the spare bedroom. Apparently that was the room he did all his fucking, and he'd be honored if I anointed it with some of my sex fluids. I told him I'd be proud to do so, since he was such a good friend. I pretended to jerk off and cum all over his walls, which got a real laugh out of him. Well back to the girl. I placed her down after a couple spins, and we locked eyes. She gave me a demure little smirk, and bit her lips looking at me. Shit, every time she does that I want to kiss her. "So how are you doing," I say, taking a step back so I can really take her in. She's wearing a tight black V-neck shirt and black leggings which really accentuate her tits, hips, and ass. The black really contrasts against her pale skin. She has some make-up on too, mascara rimming her eyes and red hot lipstick. Compared to last night, she's all dolled up for me. She springs up on her heels and lets out an exaggerated sigh, as if she's had an agonizing day. "Nothing much, just worked and worked," she said with an annoyed tone. "How about you baby?" "Same thing, really stressed out. I was about to blow my lid. Meeting you tonight was what kept me going," I say with a soft smile. Truthfully, I was at work thinking endlessly about our session last night. From the face fucking to the impromptu kiss we shared, I couldn't really focus on anything else. It got to the point I was so hard I had to sneak away to the basement bathroom and rub one out before a meeting with some clients. Good thing I did, because they turned out to be big pricks. Whatever, it's over and I'm here with her now. She's staring at me with a dreamy look, probably from what I said. She's biting her lips again, and it seems like she's trying to get me to kiss her still. Well I'm only too happy to oblige. I step closer to her and wrap my arms around her hips, my face hovering over hers. She's holding her breath, and her eyes are saucer wide at my sudden actions. I lean in and plant a soft kiss on her lips, ever so gently brushing my tongue into her mouth. She returns it vigorously, and soon she's plastered herself against me, grinding my thigh. Our tongues are diving at each other, and she's wrapped one hand around my head, the other going to the front of my gym shorts and groping the growing bulge. Damn this is gonna be a good session. Wait a minute. Session. Oh shit, for a second there I forgot I'm paying this girl. I regretfully pull away, her lips comically trying to recapture mines as I step back. She pouts at me, her hands on her hips, eyes filled with loss. I chuckle mirthfully and walk over to the table, picking up the envelop of bills. I settle back in front of her, trying to put on my professional face despite my boner poking through my shorts. "I didn't want to start without handling billing of course," handing over the envelop. I have to remind myself this is still a transaction. She nods understandingly, although she's still giving me a mock glare. She's even cute when she's angry, my mousy brunette. She pulls out the money, counting carefully as before, her eyes darting up to me with confusion. "Um, I thought we agreed upon 160 for an hour," she said lifting up the fifties. "This is 200." I laugh again, running my hand through my short cropped hair. This girl didn't pick up on my negotiation skills, or lack there-of. She's probably so use to people talking down her price that she thought the first time I did it that it was a simple mistake. "Yeah I remember," I said, taking a seat on Paul's love seat. She looks at me still, tilting her head as if I didn't hear her correctly. "I just didn't have any change, so I said fuck it." I swear I've said that before. "It's not like it's hard to spend on a beautiful goddess like you." Normally I bullshit compliments, but for this girl I mean every word. Her face goes from confusion to a bashful look, her head dipping down as if to collect herself. She picks her head right back up a few second later beaming at me. She carefully tucks the envelop away in her little clutch, and places it on the same side table. Her hands rest back on her hips as she stands in front of me, and her euphoric smile starts to turn into a predatory grin that makes me clench up a bit. A second later she pounces on me, her lips against mine, tongue jamming it's way into my mouth again. I match her, and we fight for dominance as our hands rove all over each other. I reach down and grab handfuls of her ample butt, squeezing hard. She moans deeply into my mouth, grinding herself against my crotch. I roll over getting on top, pinning her against the cushions as I start to ravage her neck with kisses and bites. She's groaning loudly, and wraps her hands over my head, bidding me to stay. She smells so damn sweet, and her unabashed cries of pleasure make me rock fucking hard just like before. I lick at the edge of her cleavage, and then inspiration struck me. I bring my hands down to the hem of shirt, and pull it over her head, sneaking a kiss when it covers her eyes momentarily. She giggles, and bites my lip when I try to pull away, holding onto me until I relent and give her another kiss. I finally get it off of her, and I can properly ogle her chest. She's not wearing a bra so her nice little tits are pleasurably apparent. I realize this is the first time I've really seen them, asides from little drool soaked outlines. This is the first time I really get to touch them too, and my hands bear down, softly fondling the fleshly orbs. She purrs as I caress and roll her nipples between my fingers. I bend down, taking her right nipple into my mouth, sucking it in so fully her entire tit is nearly in my mouth. She cries sharply, her hands wrapping around my head again, pulling me more tightly against her chest. I suckle deeply, enjoying the feel of her nipple against my tongue to the overtures of her moans. I release it from my mouth and lavish the same attention on her left nipple, repeating the same vacuum effect sucking in as much of her breast as possible. If you never had a mouthful of soft womanly titty, I suggest you go up to the nearest willing female and try it out. You won't fucking regret it. She's writhing underneath me, her legs wrapping around my hips. I felt one of her hands leave my head, and I felt it snake down all the way to her groin. I felt her knuckles rub against my bulge, but she wasn't trying to touch me so much as pleasure herself. Sure enough, her moans pick up an octave as I continue to feast on her tits. I push her breasts together, and run my tongue from nipple to nipple. They're so goddamn perfect, just the right size and feel. A lot of girls I see sometimes augment themselves with these saline sacs, and they just ruin their natural beauty. Pretty much fucking water balloons for all intents and purposes. I stare up at her while I flick one of her nipples with my tongue. "Do you like me sucking your beautiful tits," I take her left nipple into my mouth for effect, holding on to it with my front teeth and pulling it back. She groans loudly, throwing her head into the cushions eyes shut. "Oh baby you don't even know what you're doing to me right now," looking down at me, her eyes lidded. "I'm pretty sure I have a good idea," I glance down at her busy fingers and flash a mischievous smile. "Do you now?" her eyes are fully shut again and she's biting her lip. I laugh and keep worshiping her breasts for some time, licking and sucking and caressing all over. I'm starting to get slightly bored, and I yearn to explore the rest of her body. Particular her pussy. "You know your tits taste amazing," licking the underside of her right breast, "But I want to taste the rest of your body." With great remorse I stop licking her breasts, to which I heard her whimper in a disappointed tone. She won't be sad for too long though. I trail down her soft stomach with little butterfly kisses, pausing to rim her belly button, which garnered a soft moan from above me. I rub my face against her belly, my stubble tickling her something good because she breaks out in a fit of giggles. I reach the edge of her leggings, and hook my fingers over the waistband. I glance up to the girl to see her face full of anticipation, breathing slow and her gaze focused on my every move. I lick my teeth for effect, and tantalizingly pull down her leggings slowly, taking gratuitous patience with the process. As I pull them down her leg, I see her bare pussy once more. Damn this girl really wasn't wearing any underwear, just like I suspected. It made my dick twitch a little bit. I raise her legs up so I can fully take them off along with her right ballet shoe. I notice she has really nice feet, very lady like and soft looking. She must have recently went to a salon recently, because her toenails were a nice shade of hot pink. They looked good enough to eat. On a whim I gently kiss the upper arch of her foot, licking up to her big toe before sucking it into my mouth. I was slightly worried that she would be ticklish and unintentionally lash out at my face, but she suddenly inhaled through her nose, her head thrown back into the cushion again. Oh, she likes her feet being touched. Not that I'm a foot fetish sort of guy, but when I say I wanna taste every part of a woman's body I mean it, hot pink toes being no exception. I suck on each of her digits briefly, giving her pinky toe a little nip before trailing down her foot to her heel. I give it a hard enough bite to make her yelp out, but I lick up to the soft spot right under her ankle and suck on it. She moans languidly, and I can see her hand has jumped back down to rub herself again, this time without the leggings covering her up. She's moving pretty fast with the fingers, and she was breathing those same shallow exhalations that I recognized as the early signs of an impending orgasm. It was too early in the session for her to cum, and from my experience the more drawn out cumming was, the better it felt. I had that lesson quite early in my life from jacking off to pron videos on AOL. "Slow down girl, we haven't even got to the fun part yet," I say as I pull off the other side of her leggings, grasping her left foot and licking up the arch. Maybe that will slow her down. "I'm so fucking hot right now," she said, closing her eyes as I suck on her index toe. I pull off with a pop on her toe and smile at her. Maybe not. "Really? You're that revved up right now?" She moans in what I assume is agreement as she begins to pinch at her right nipple. "Baby I could cum any minute," she breathed out unevenly. "You don't even know how close I am." "Well don't just go yet," I say. With that I take a hard bite into her arch. I'm pretty sure that'll bring her down a bit. She screams and kicks out her foot, which I just manage to dodge. She's glaring at me now, her fingers frozen in place over her tit and pussy. "What the fuck did you do that for," her eyes filled with a bit of annoyance. I make my sorry face and pout at her, to which her semi-hard look somewhat softens. "Sorry sweetheart, I just want you take it down a notch," I apologetically run my tongue over where I bit. "When you cum, I want it to be earth-fucking shattering." "You didn't have to bite me," she said dismissively, her finger slowly running over the fullness of her tit. I can feel the brief anger she had slowly subsiding away. "To tell the truth, my words didn't do too much to stop you, so I thought a little direct action would help," I try smile as cheesy as possible. She rolls her eyes. I start to stroke my hand down her left leg, stopping just in the middle of her thigh before coming back up to her foot. My touch is feathery light, and I can see goosebumps form across her skin as I take another circuit. She inhales deeply, her fingers nonchalantly moving over her wet slit. "I promise you," kissing the spot where I bit, "That you will be begging me to stop. Just let me work my magic," I waggle my eye brows at her, earning a bemused giggle out of her. "Well you better deliver," she says with a smirk, taking her hand back from her pussy to her unattended left nipple. "You may continue," she says in a mockingly royal tone. "Yes madam," I reply in an overly grandiose manner. I begin to kiss down her foot, trailing kisses again on the underside of her calf, which she appreciatively hums at. I reach behind her knee, suckling at the flesh for a bit, which made her legs shiver and a breathy sigh exit her mouth. I could see she was struggling to keep her hands from drifting back down to touch herself, but she kept them resting on her tits. Good girl, she was gonna blackout when I made her cum. At least I think she will. I started to lick my way up her soft thigh, when I begin to get the barest whiffs of her arousal. I had a little taste last night, and I didn't really focus on her aroma. I nibbled gently against the creamy inside of her thigh, which made her gasp out loudly, and she brought her legs around my head, trying to lock me against her pussy. I reacted quickly though raising my arms instantly under her legs and wrapping my hands against her knees. I spread her legs wide open and held them down. I looked up to see her face filled with desperate need. "Come on, stop dragging it out," she said in a frenzied manner. She still tried to close her legs around me, but I kept them at bay. "Stop dragging what out," I teased her running a tongue in her groin, perilously close to her lower lips. She moaned almost painfully and bounced her hips up. When her eyes returned to mine, I could see that along with frustration they were also filled with burning hatred. This girl was really suffering, but it was all for a good reason. "Making me cum. I know you're gonna eat the shit out of my pussy," she spits out angrily. "Why the hell are you taking so long." Fuck that was some filthy fucking language. "Well," I kissed her other thigh, taking a gentle bite, "I told you I wanted to build you up. I can only say you must trust me that you're gonna cum so hard you might not get back up." I kiss over where I bit her. Her legs go limp, and she launches her head back, a defeated groan entering the air. "Fine," she says almost sadly. Oh don't worry sweetheart, you really won't regret this. I chuckle briefly, licking into her "Patience is a virtue sweetheart," I jab at her. "Well I wouldn't know about virtues, I sucked cock for money last night," she retorts. Oddly enough that barb turned me on something fierce, because I decided to step it up after all that. I released her left leg, bringing my right hand to lightly trace around her puffy lips. She jumped at the contact, her eyes shifting from the white ceiling back to me. She was biting her lip and it was quivering so hard. I continue to dance my fingers over her mound, staying purposely away from her wet slit and her engorged clit. I want her so turned on that the second I touch her with my tongue she cums, so I just continue to really graze over her without really touching her pussy. She must have realized that as well, because I can hear her moan almost in a begging fashion whenever my hand trails just too closely to her twat. When I feel that's she's given up on me ever actually touching her, I run a finger between her wet lips and up to her clit, lightly mashing into it as I did before. She bounces at the contact before releasing one of the most relieved moans I've heard. I continue to lightly stroke her pussy up and down, before I dive in with my face. I rest my nose over her pussy, taking in the delicious aroma. It smells just as good as it tasted last night, and I can't wait to savor her juice again. I reach out a tentative tongue, repeating the same motion as my finger did a minute ago. She completely freezes up when my slippery muscle touches her, but soon she's undulating into my mouth as I being to explore her pussy. I trail my tongue all over her, quickly licking up the little dribbles of her arousal. 200 for an Hour at Paul's House She's breathing real raggedy, and I'm pretty sure she's really close. I wanted to stretch out her orgasm as long as possible, but I decide to switch gears. She waited long enough, why not reward her patience and control with a lovely little orgasm. Plus I'm not one for waiting really. I latch my lips to her engorged clit, simultaneously inserting my fingers into her pussy. She shrieks out loud, her hips pushing up against my face. I wrap my free hand around the small of her back and I literally mash my face into her pussy, as I suck and finger fuck her to what will hopefully be sexual oblivion. Her lower half is rising off the couch as she attempts to somehow get more stimulation than I'm already giving her. Her loud shrieks of pleasure are mixed with choking gasps and muttered curses as I flick over her clit in the same way I did with her nipples. She's soaking wet, my fingers sliding in effortlessly. It feels really hot and tight, and I think to myself how nice it'll feel when my cock is in there instead of my hand. Suddenly she freezes in place again, her legs trembling, her hips lifting off the couch. I swear she holds the pose for a straight minute, but I didn't really count the time as I was too busy plugging away at her pussy. Then just as abruptly a loud piercing cry shakes me from my work. I look up to see her covering her eyes with her hands, her hips going into spasms. While she's cumming I decide to switch up what I'm doing, my fingers pulling out her pussy to be replaced by my tongue, only to go and rub hard against her clit. She shrieks again, my little slut banshee, her hands clutching my head as I continue to tongue fuck and rub her to another orgasm. She's not even moaning anymore, just screaming loudly with her hips still up in the air. How the hell is she holding herself up there so damn long? I momentarily get up to get a better look at her. Her face wracked with a mixture of discomfort and joy, her eyes wide open bugging out. It's like she can't even comprehend what her body is going through right now, the pleasure almost alien to her. With one final shrill wail, her pussy begins contracts around my tongue and her hips violently tremble as a third orgasm washes over her again. She bucks a couple of times, whining as I keep pushing my tongue in and out of her tasty box. She drops down suddenly, going completely limp, save for the heaving of her chest. Holy shit that was a good one. Didn't think I really had it in me to turn a girl into jello. I absentmindedly stroked her pubic mound as I allowed her to recover. We laid there for a few minutes, before her head darted up to look at me, as if remembering where she was. She has this far away look in her eyes, which would've scared me if it wasn't for the huge smile adorning her face. "So," I say cautiously. "Was that worth the wait?" She giggles madly, propping herself up on her elbows so she can get a better look at me. As soon as we lock eyes, she starts to laugh again, her head resting back on the cushion. I'm starting to get a little worried now, was it not earth shattering? Maybe she's had better, and she was just faking it for me. The sound of her laughter unnerves me. The last time a girl laughed at me for my lack of sexual skill I had to be talked down by my friends from jumping off the water tower in shame. She finally looks at me again, composed and a gentle smile on her face. "Baby I haven't had another man make me cum like that in a while," she says with a sensuous tone that reaches right to my cock. I'm so relieved you wouldn't even know. "I mean I was going crazy from how long you were taking, and I even thought you were gonna take even LONGER when you put that little tongue of yours on my pussy," she sways a bit as if the memory brings back the feeling. Her fingers have dropped back down, tracing over herself. "And then I came, not just once but THREE fucking times," she takes in a shuddering gasp, her eyes closed. "I mean the first one could've killed me, but then the other tw-I can't even," she seems breathless again, leaning back against the cushion of the couch. If only she saw the ridiculously proud smile I had on my face, she would probably been have able to call out my bullshit that I said earlier. Truth be told, I hadn't really known what I was doing in building up her orgasm. I was just playing by ear so to speak, just taking as long I as could in getting to the actual pussy eating. Normally when I ate out a girl I just dived right into it with none of this fore-foreplay, and eventually I got them off. I never had a girl come from just a few minutes of me licking her, much less three in a row. I feel like a sex god from what I just did. I crawl up from where I'm sitting, pressing our bodies together as I face her again. I stare into her eyes and see flickers of still burning arousal, and her smile is quirked in a welcoming way. I capture her lips in a soft kiss, my hand reaching up to stroke her hair. She wraps her legs around my hips, her wet pussy getting the front of my shorts a little moist. She pushes her tongue into my mouth, wrestling with mines as she starts to moan. We play tonsil hockey for a bit, before she pulls away from me, leaning her forehead against mine. "You know this is the second time you got me off first," she said her hips grinding. Her pussy rubs against my cock, and the heat is making me just every so slightly breathless. She removes her forehead from mine and gets closer to my ear. "And if I remember correctly from last night, you said you were gonna fuck my pussy sideways Daddy," she said, taking my earlobe into her mouth. Woah, that was a game changer. I unconsciously moan out loud as she sucks on my ear, but what she said has me all ready to go and plow that pussy of hers. My somewhat softening cock quickly becomes at full mast, and I swear I can feel the blood pumping through it this second. I'm thinking I should just take her right now on this couch, my shorts barely down while my cock goes into her slick hot pussy. I can already hear her cries of desperate pleasure. But then I remember Paul wanted me to take the girl to the guest room, or more accurately the fuck room as he called it. I stand up, pulling along with me as she looks at me confused. Perhaps she was assuming we were going to stay in the living room the entire time. "I don't want to fuck you on the couch," I said to her, clearing up her look of puzzlement. I lead her down the hallway to the fuck room, her fingers entwining with mine as we walk. It's a cute gesture, and I feel a little romantic from her doing that. Been some time since I've held hands with a girl like this. I glance back at her, and she's smiling this great big smile, following me excitedly. I open the door and we step in together. It's spartan, with what I think is a twin sized bed with some flowery sheets and a matching comforter. A full mirror adorns the wall on the left side, directly facing the bed. There is a nice oaken dresser below it, which Paul assured me all the toys and protection was. I meant to bring condoms with me so I didn't use any of Paul's but I had left them my counter when I went to work in the morning. I'll just buy him a new box of whatever I used. I take a seat on the bed, pulling her into my lap and kiss her again. Without missing a beat we jump right back into our passionate mood, our tongues brushing against each other. Her hands are wrapped once more behind my head, while I reach down and squeeze her silky ass cheeks. I'm pretty sure that's going to be our default kissing position from now on. Her pussy is rubbing incessantly against me, and I start to hump back now. We're moaning into each others' mouth, and I'm enjoying the sweet taste when she pulls back abruptly. Now my face is full of despondence, my lips wide open tongue sticking out. She giggles at my agonized look, and I feel a twinge of annoyance at her laugh. The tables have turned, and now I'm aching to get inside her and cum, shortly after fucking her to release of course. A gentlemen must always insure a lady comes first. She reaches down and takes my shirt over my head, sneaking a kiss when the shirt is over my head as I did to her earlier. She giggles as I bite on her lips to try and keep her, but she pulls off with a tsking noise. She bends over and takes one of my brown nipples into her mouth, lightly sucking at the nub. I moan out loud, my hands gathering bunches of the sheet. I never had a girl lick my nipples before, and it feels pretty fucking good. She switches over to my other nipple, sucking intensely while twisting the nipple she just left with her fingers. My dick is ridiculously hard, and I'm inhaling deeply through my nose trying to control myself from just grabbing her and nailing her hard against the floor. It seems like she read my mind, because stops what's she doing and glances at me with a coy look before stealing a quick smooch. "That feel good baby," she asks shyly. "Yes it did," I sigh. I'm gonna request that more often now. "Now imagine what you were doing to me earlier," she breaths out, pinching her nipple briefly. I lean over to try and take her tit in my mouth again, but she catches me by the forehead and stops me giggling. "It's your turn Daddy," she says, laughing at my desolate look. "Just relax." She kneels down and grips my waistband, pulling off my shorts. I raise my legs to get my feet out of my crumpled shorts on the ground, when she grabs my right foot. I didn't know what she was doing, but I didn't impede her at all. She shuffles back a bit and brings my foot to her face, sucking in my big toe. Electricity shoots through my leg into my groin as I grunt out at the sensation. "Oh fuck," I gasp. Is that what she felt when I was sucking on her toes? It felt damned good. Eyes closed, she slowly bobs her head up and down up on my toe, occasionally taking it out of her mouth and licking the tip of it like it were my cock head. I'm really, really having trouble from grabbing her head and forcing her to go down on me, but I hold myself back. For now. She opens her mouth wider, and manages to force at least the two neighboring toes into her mouth, making exaggerated gagging noises as she sucks on them. Her free hand is lightly stroking my calf, drifting occasionally up my thigh and sometimes perilously to my groin. She pulls off my toes with a wet pop, and licks up and down the side of my foot, as if it were my cock she was sucking off. She nibbles lightly on the arch which makes my foot curl up in pleasure. She smiles with a sultry look, and takes a nice long lick from my heel to the top of my big toe, sucking briefly. "Do you like me sucking your toes baby," she says taking my index toe into her mouth, murmuring. "Y-yes," I fumblingly mutter out, my hand stroking my hard cock. When the hell did I start jerking off? I thought I was fixed in place the entire time she was sucking on my foot, but I guess I unconsciously started to beat myself off. "I bet you do," she continues, licking the across the undersides of my toes. "I bet you love watching this slut worship your feet." Her eyes are beginning to be filled with a feverish lust, and I can tell she's just as turned on by her adoration of my foot. She rubs her face against the pad of my foot, cradling it with closed eyes. "I can't wait until you fuck me baby," her eyes opening up to stay into mine. "I can't wait until you fuck me like the whore I am." she says in a whisper. She's really hitting all my goddamn buttons, no she's fucking slamming them with an oversized circus mallet. "Hm these feet are so strong," she says, feeling them as if they were indestructible. I did have some mildly gargantuan feet for my height. "When you're fucking this pussy from behind, can you step on my head with this big strong foot like the dirty cunt I am Daddy," she pleads with me with desperate eyes. I gasp at her suggestion, the visual playing out in my mind, her strained but pleasured look as I'm balls inside her, my foot trampling the side of her head against the bed. I imagine her trying to get up arms struggling to push away from the bed, but my foot pressing down harder, and I give her a few vicious thrusts for even trying to leave. I remember the first time I saw that in a porno when I was 15, and I came hard as fuck breathless and heart pounding. "S-sure," I stutter out. I don't know if she's just saying that or not, but I wouldn't be afraid to try it out. "I really hope you do Daddy," she says sucking in my big toe again. "I want you to treat me like a dirty little fuck hole." I can't control myself anymore. My hand darts out and grips her hair, a shocked cry leaving her mouth before I silent it with a deep and fiery kiss. I bite her lips, sucking them into my mouth and sucking hard as she moans loudly. I release her lips and attack her neck, scraping my incisors against the soft skin and leaving hickeys as I kiss a little too hard. She's wrapped her hands around my head again crying out intensely as I continue to ravage her neck. I lick up to her ear, and suck in her earlobe roughly. She shudders and clings to my head tighter, caressing my head as I gorge on her dainty ear. "I'm gonna fuck your face for a little bit," I whisper in between sucking on her earlobe, "And when I feel like I've had enough of your whore mouth I'm gonna fuck that pussy until you're unconscious." She moans out so resoundingly that it seems to echo across the room, and I can feel her shivering against my body. I pull back from her ear, and I force her head down to my crotch with no preamble. Without missing a beat I feel her take my cock into her mouth, and it feels just as warm and wet like I remember it. I start to hump into her mouth, tiny grunts coming from behind my clenched teeth. She's sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing out as I get deeper into her mouth. My cock's teasing the back of her throat and she coughs a little bit, but I ignore it and keep on thrusting. She's drooling now, and I feel her wet spit pooling in my lap as I hold her head down all the way to the base of my cock. I let her up for a gasp of air, as I stand up to change my position. I can't get as deep as I like in this position, and my back's hurting a little bit from being hunched over, jamming her face into my crotch. I get behind her and twist her around so she's leaning back against the bed, her head tilted down at just the right angle. I grip myself at the base and thrust in all the way down to her throat, groaning loudly as I resume my assault on her face. One of her hands shoots up to grip my ass hard, the fingernails digging into my skin .The pain is a great contrast to the feeling of her tight throat around my cock, and I close my eyes to better enjoy it. I'm thrusting vigorously as before, and she occasionally sputters out some spit when I move too quickly for her to acclimate my cock. Now that we changed position, I can really look at her while I force my cock into her mouth. Her eyes are tearing up, and her black mascara is starting to trail down her cheeks. It's so incredible to look at that I could come at any provocation, and thus I will myself to slow down. I still stroke myself into her mouth, but instead of full-on bucking I'm pushing myself inside until I can feel her lips kiss the base of my cock. I then drag it out slowly, her tongue ever so slightly brushing under me. My cock feels more sensitive this way and it doesn't have quite the effect I was hoping for in stifling my impending orgasm. I can now make out that she's moaning, and it's then that I notice her other hand is between her legs diddling away. I feel a fresh heat rise throughout my pelvis, and I pull my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. I lean down and capture her lips with my own again, nibbling on them. I shift a hand to stroke her sweaty and matted hair, and listen to the sweet sounds of her trying to regulate her breathing again in between her muffled moans. "You ready to get fucked girl," I state simply as I run a finger under her chin, making her look into my eyes. I see excitement dance in hers, and she nods enthusiastically as I can see her hand frantically rubbing herself. "Get up and lie back," I growl while motioning to the bed. She scrambles onto the bed, giddy as all hell. She pushes herself up the length of bed until she's against the head board and spreads her legs lewdly. She looks at me with burning desire, and she's panting as if waiting for me is wearing her out. While she's doing that, I go over to the dresser and open the top drawer where Paul kept the stuff. I push aside a vibrator or three before I find my prize, a bundle of condoms loosely wrapped with a rubber band. I undo the band and filter through them, looking for something I like. Some of them are generic prophylactics, but I'm hoping that he has what I'm looking for. I exclaim out loud as I find what I'm looking for, a couple of Skyn condoms. I really like how they feel around my cock, it's almost like I'm not wearing anything. Especially in this case, I want to feel like I'm fucking this girl with no protection. Something about her just gets me extra hot and bothered, and I'm really struggling not to just plunge into this very moment, condom or no condom. A quick glance over and I feel like she's thinking the same thing, her hand still stroking her wet pussy. I control myself, carefully opening the condom wrapper, and rolling it over my length. I get on the bed, crawling over on top of her until we're neatly aligned. We're both staring into each other with a deep anticipation for what is about to come, and my hand comes up to stroke her cheek as I grip myself and slowly ease inside. She gasps as I enter her, eyes shut tightly, her teeth clenched. Her arms shoot out and wrap around my back as her legs do the same, locking my hips in. She's clinging to me tightly, and as I gradually plunge into her, tiny gasps and moans exit her mouth. She's unbearably hot and snug around my cock, and I can very possibly blow if I'm not too careful. I finally bottom out, her pussy slowly fitting itself over my hard length, our bodies finally connected together. We both lay there enjoying the feeling, her hands slowly trailing over my back, as I take in the smell of her perfume and sweat. I raise my head up so we're facing each other again, and she smiles joyfully at me. "I've been waiting for this since last night," she whispers, a hand stroking my cheek. "I was scared you were gonna rip me open with that monster of yours." I chuckle and flex my cock making it jump inside her. She moans out, eyes closing briefly before opening up again. There's hunger in her eyes now, and the sentimental feeling she had before is gone. "Me too. You feel just as perfect as I thought you would," sneaking a little kiss from her. "You're just beautiful." I warmly smile at her. I mean every word. I see her eyes water up a bit, a faint blush on her face. Then her soft look hardens back into lust. Her hands wrap around my head as she devours my lips, forcing a tongue into my mouth. We continue to make out, her pussy feeling even more possessive around my cock now. Damn it feels amazing to be inside her. I was waiting for this moment just as much as she was, if not more. I didn't intend to get another night with her so soon, but I decided to go over my self-imposed budget. Fuck it, not like I have a lot of bullshit to buy anyway. She's worth it. I manage to get away from her hungry lips and wrap one of hands in her hair, tightly holding her from pursuing another kiss. I stared intensely into her eyes. "Are you ready to get fucked now you dirty little girl," I growl. She whimpers and removes her arms from me, clutching the bed covers. 200 for an Hour at Paul's House "Fuck me hard Daddy," she moans, visibly bracing herself. "Make this slut scream for your cock." Oh I am going to destroy that pussy, every bit of it. I sit up straight, my ass resting on my heels. I place my hands on her knees for support, and I pull my cock out of her slowly all the way to my cock head, before thrusting in fully. She cries out loud, and doesn't stop as I begin to ravage her pussy. The bed is squeaking from the force of my blows as I piston my hip in and out of her. She feels all sorts of amazing now that I'm properly fucking her, tight and moist and just indescribably amazing. Did I say that she was amazing? Because that's the only word in my mind. I knew it was gonna be good but not this mind blowing. I fit perfectly inside her, the sort of accommodation that happens once in a blue moon when fucking another person. I've had plenty of pussy both shallow and deep, and each have their merits but for me this girl was just right. Goddamn she was flawless. I vary the speed of my fucking, going for some brief hard thrusts, before languidly sliding in and out of her pussy. We work together to form a natural rhythm, something that we instinctively pick up on each other to maximize our bliss. And I can tell from the sounds she's making that she's having a wonderful time. Sometimes she's quietly enjoying my tender administrations, lightly murmuring as I slowly stroke her, other times agonizingly screaming into the air as I pound her. She's covering her eyes again with both hands, and her pussy gets really tight around me suddenly. Her body is convulsing, and I notice that her toes are curling up again. She's breathing unevenly and her hip is rising off the bed. Holy fuck she's coming already, and we've only been at it for not too long. I feel a swift burst of energy run through me, and I lean over her to support myself on the head board as I ram my hips forward. She stops suddenly her body completely still, as a choked cry leaves her lips. Her lower half is starting to shake again, hips wildly undulating against mine as I continue to fuck her throughout her release. She's moaning crazily, her eyes wide open staring into mine. Her face is contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure, as if the force of her orgasm is hurting her as much as it is relieving. And then I feel her pussy stop contracting, and her hips fall back onto the bed. I slow my thrusting to a dead crawl, as she catches her breath. She's so sexy right now, her eyes barely opening, her chest rising up and down. Her face has a red glow and she has a hand on her head as if to keep herself together. I bow down to garner another kiss from her, which she returns earnestly. She opens her eyes and smiles at me. My heart is feeling warm from that look of pure happiness, which I know I'm responsible for. "That felt good huh," I say brushing away the stray hair matted to her face again. She giggles, and steals another kiss from me, rocking her hips into my cock. We moan together as she does this, my hand gripping her hair as I begin to push my hips to meet hers. She lets go of my lips, resting her head on the pillow moaning softly. "It felt fucking amazing baby," she mutters, eyes shut as we continue to rock against each other. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and opens her eyes with that same intensely lust filled look. "You're not done using this cunt are you Daddy?" she whimpers. She mock pouts as she squeezes her pussy around me for effect. "Because I'd be sad Daddy, I don't want to finish so soon," she says child-like. I felt a little weird when she first called me that, but now it just reinvigorates me when we're in slow periods like this. My blood is set on fire from her question, and I pull out of her, a series of ideas flowing through my head. She has a crestfallen look on her face when I leave her, but before she can even say anything I grab her by the waist and pull her down to the very edge of the bed. She squeals excitedly as I flip her over, ass up and face down on the bed. I put one foot on the floor and keep one on the bed, and grip my cock rubbing it at her entrance. She groans in exasperation and tries to engulf me, but I grab a handful of her perfect bottom and hold her at bay. I reach down with my other hand and grab fistful of her hair, pulling her head up to a shocked cry. I lean in from behind, my lips grazing her ear. "We're done fucking when I say we're finished slut," I growl, and with that I slam her head against the bed, and enter her roughly with a deep beastly groan. She's screaming and moaning just like before, but they're muffled as she's face down into the bed. She feels even more incredible as I fuck her doggy style, seemingly tighter. I can really look at her pussy now and I see that it's dripping wet, her sex fluids greasing the inside of her thighs. Fleshy smacks fill the air as my hip smashes into her ass, mixing in with her cries of pleasure. I incessantly pound away at her pussy. Even though I liked being able to look at her face while I fucked her, in this position I feel a certain animal-like dominance. I always like fucking a girl from behind because I can just pound her as hard as I'd like and I didn't have to worry if it was too much for her or not because she wasn't facing me. "Fuck me harder Daddy!" I hear her cry out, her head up from the bed now. I swear this girl can read my thoughts. "Don't you fucking stop," her hands gripping the sheets in bundles again. Her ass looks stunning as it jiggles from the force of my blows, just like I thought it would when I first saw it. I already had it in mind that I was gonna take her from this position just because of the incredible view I would have. I look down a little further and I start to slow down a little bit, partly out of fatigue. I can see my her pussy lips wrapped around my cock, clinging to it as I pull out, and sucking it back in when I enter her. I push all the way inside her, and start move my hip in a grinding manner, which gathers a drawn out moan from her. I saw this in a couple movies I've watched, and after I tested it on a couple girls, it became a regular move in my book. I don't how it worked, all I know is that it's very potent and it's useful for when my legs get tired from fucking. As I continue to grind into her pussy, I notice that's she moved her head on her side now, her cheek pressing against the bed. I remember her earlier request for me to step on her head while I fuck her from behind, but I had some reservations. Maybe she was just saying that to get my rocks off, which it did very effectively. Really, she was just saying shit to turn us on and didn't really want me to do such a debased thing. Or maybe she really did want it. What if she was turned off from me doing that and stormed out of the house, never wanting to see me again? I take a deep breath. Everything I've done so far she's enjoyed above and beyond. Fuck it, I'm gonna do it. I'll just start slowly. As the visual from earlier plays with in my mind, I adjust my foot on the floor so I'm better upright. I inch my foot closer to her face, all the while pummeling her with my cock. Eventually I just lift it up and place it softly against her face, stepping down gradually until her head is stuck against the bed. A long sultry moan enters the air, as she starts to buck against my cock. "Oh yes Daddy step on this filthy slut," she whimpers, grabbing my foot with her hand pressing it down so more of my weight was on her. Holy fuck. "Don't ever let me leave your cock," she moans, "You can stomp all over me Daddy. This pussy is yours and it'll never leave you if you don't let it go." That's all I needed as I begin to violently fuck her pussy, the fleshy smacks entering the air again with her lusty moans. I look down as I fuck her, her eyes rolling back in her head as I stamp my foot harder against her face. She's trembling again, and I can see that one of her hands snakes between her open thighs, no doubt to rub her clit. I'm about to lose my shit, and I'm gasping frantically as I erratically thrust into her wetness. Her pussy starts to contract around me and her legs are quivering, the telltale signs of her release. I notice her jiggling ass as it collides with my hips. Since she's definitely receptive to me stepping on her head, I wonder if something a little more vanilla like smacking her ass would turn her on as well. I move one of my hands from her hips and bring it down hard against her soft ass, drawing out a deep throaty moan from her. I guess she likes that too. I keep laying down blows across her rear, making her ass a deep shade of red, until she starts to violently convulse. "Oooohh baby you're making this pussy cum for you," she moans from under my foot, her pussy getting intensely hot and tight around my dick. I can never get enough of that feeling. As I look up against the wall, I see us in the mirror. The scene is so vulgar, my foot on her head while I pound her from behind and slap her ass. We're covered in sweat, and our bodies are heaving from the effort. I can clearly see her face, mascara still in trails, now even more messed up with sweat. I expect her to have a look of discomfort, but all I can see is frenzied pleasure. That, along with her cumming so intensely from my actions help to set off my own orgasm, and I can feel my balls uncomfortably get tight, the sperm racing it way up my cock. I thrust a few more times before I start cumming, roaring out loud as I fill up the condom with my seed. I feel like my cock is on fire, and my body is in spasms from how hard I'm cumming. I'm gripping her hips so hard right now, I'm sure I'm going to leave imprints of my hand in her skin. As the last few spurts of my jizz leave my body, I unwillingly collapse next the girl. I feel so breathless right now, and I have to close my eyes and put my hand over my chest to calm myself down so I don't pass out from hyperventilating. I count my heartbeats, eventually feeling them slow down to normal, along with my breathing. I feel a sudden weight on my body, and I look down opening my eyes. She's cuddling up to me, her head on my shoulder and arm draped across my belly. She's almost purring and lazily stroking the patch of pubic hair above my cock. I guess she senses she's being watch and looks up at me, smiling gently. "Hmm did that feel good baby," moving herself up so she's closer to my face. I lean in and give her a passionate kiss, my hand holding her cheek as I nibble her lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She's really purring now, and she straddles my thigh rubbing herself against me. I can feel my leg getting wet again with her juices. "Fucking, mind-blowing." I breath out haggardly. I haven't cummed that hard in so long. Normally with an hour I expect to blow my load twice; not so this time. I'm exhausted, and my cock feels burnt out from pleasure. If I somehow managed to get it up and going, it would be downright painful to fuck. She giggles, resting her chin on my chest and staring deep into my eyes. They're filled with affection, and she's making little circles on my chest with her index finger. My hand reaches down to stroke her hair again and she melts into my touch, her eyes closing with a low hum coming from her throat. I'm so content right now it's terrifying. Normally with a girl I just want to get the hell out of there as soon as I nut, but with this one, I actually wouldn't mind a little bit of after sex cuddling. Fuck it, I want to cuddle with her. We sit there for some time, her hands running over my body slowly. Against all odds my cock started to get hard again from her touch, but definitely not like it would normally. At best it was like a stiff loofah , solid but limp. No way I could do anything with this to remotely pleasure a girl or even myself. She noticed my half masted cock, and made a little clucking noise. The condom I wore while I was fucking her was still on, only it was filled with my cum. She raised her head off of my chest, and slowly moved down to my crotch, facing me the entire time. Propping her elbows on my thigh, she grips me by the root and sticks her tongue out, taking a tentative lick. I groan out, half of me wanting to push her off, the other half wanting to push her head further down. I know that most likely if I don't say something she'll keep going and I'll be painfully crying out in pleasure as I cum again. "Ooh girl I can't go again," I force myself to say through clenched teeth. It's traumatic for me to say those words, but I have to look out for Junior. He does so much for me, the least I can do is let him relax for the rest of the night. She gives me a little smile and continues licking the condom. "I know," brushing her teeth along my length. "I'm just cleaning up a bit." She slowly licks off all of her juices from top to bottom, even going into my groin and cleaning up some of the wet spots there. I'm actually hard as ever, but my dick feels strained and not at all ready to be put to use. I can't believe this shit, cumming so hard that I actually don't want to cum again. It's like a crime against nature. She's finished up cleaning the outside of the condom, when her dainty fingers grab the reservoir tip and the little ring at the bottom. She carefully pulls it off, making sure to keep my salty deposit inside. As it slides off completely, she lays the rubber across my stomach. "Hold on to that for me will ya," she says with a mischievous wink. She descends again upon me again and I can feel her go to work on my cock. Slurping sounds fill the air as she sucks me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around cleaning up some the left over cum and lube from the condom. She does the same thing as before, brushing her teeth with me with, her lips planting little kisses here and there. I swear she's just fucking with me after a while, because she's going over my too sensitive cock head a third time. I lightly grab her chin with hand and pull away from her mouth when I can't take it anymore. She shoots me an angry look, and makes a discontent noise. I give her a meek little smile and sheepishly shrug my shoulders. "I'm sorry babe, I really can't go another round. At least for the time being," I say with a defeated tone. She scowls at me with a dark expression on her face. For a second I imagine that I have to hold her back from attacking my cock, her mouth open and snarling like some sort of rabid sex monster. But then her irritated looks melts into an understanding smile, she lightly strokes my thigh. "It's alright baby," she briefly kisses my cock head before sitting up. "I can't be too mad, you did make me cum at least six times." We burst out in laughter. Holy shit, I really did make her cum at least five or six times. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever have made a girl so hot that she could just keep cumming over and over again. My personal record before this was two, and I had to work damn hard for the both of them. Her eyes dart back to my stomach again, noticing the condom still laying there. She smiles devilishly, and picks it up with two fingers. She know she's got my attention as she tips her head back, along with the condom and squeezes out my load onto her tongue. It cascades and then slowly drips into her mouth, until it's absolutely empty. She throws it carelessly on to the bed, and stares me right in the eyes as she shows her curled tongue to me, my cum in a little pool. Then she closes her mouth, and swallows my load with a loud gulp. My god that was so fucking hot. "Hmm, I was scared I wasn't gonna taste your load again Daddy," She crawls over on top of me, her pussy just brushing against cock. She nuzzles my neck as her fingers run through my hair. I grasp her head lightly but firm and ensnare her lips, taking a kiss from her. My tongue dives into her mouth as it oft did this night. I can taste myself, salty and pungent, but I don't care. Whenever a girl blew me or took my load in her mouth and kissing was allowed, I always made sure to smooch with her a little bit. My personal belief is if a girl is willing to suck you off, you should be more than willing to at least give her a thank you kiss. We make out for a few minutes, before I notice that there's a clock in the upper right corner of the room. I squint a little bit, trying to make out the time. "Holy shit, it's been two hours," I exclaim abruptly, pulling off of her lips. She frowns and pulls me back into her, wrapping her hands around my head as she continues to suck at my lips. After a few more minutes after that, she finally pulls away and braces her head onto her elbow. "Is there a problem with that," she says questioningly, as if bracing herself for some sort of upcoming disagreement. "I mean, it's just you know we agree upon an hour, and we definitely went way over what we planned," I say with a chuckle. I don't want this girl thinking that I'm solely concerned about spending more money; I have extra cash in my wallet for cases like this. "If you're afraid I'm gonna charge you more," she says low with a somewhat disappointed tone in her voice. "It's not that," I say sharply cutting her off. She's looking slightly confused. "It's just...I don't want you, you know to spend more time than you were compensated for or planned. I mean for all I know you could've been hanging out with your friends after this or late for some thing else." I don't why I'm being so careful to not mention other men she might have been scheduled to see. It pains me to even think about it. "The point is, we agreed upon a certain length of time and we went over that. I mean it's just not fair to you for me to drag this out longer than we should have." I say with a slight grimace. I really fucked this one up. She's staring at me the entire time as I'm babbling, and when I finish, there is a very pregnant pause. To my surprise, she just shakes her head and smiles at me. "Baby I don't care if we went over an hour, or even two. I don't have anything else lined up tonight," she says planting a kiss on my nose. "I've been having a wonderful time since I've stepped through that door and saw you. The money's just a little extra bonus." She smiles so contently that I can't help but return it to her. I feel warm and fuzzy hearing that, and I pull her down to lay on my chest, running my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp as she murmurs appreciatively. She wraps her arms around me, clinging securely and rubs her head against my chest, rearranging her body until she's comfortable. I let out a satisfied sigh and just allow myself to be lost in this moment, with this beautiful mousy goddess. I really can't get enough of this girl, and I don't know why. I mean, I've always been excited to see some girls more than others, but it was always in lust. The feelings I have towards this girl are a little more muddled than me just trying to get my nut off. "So Erin," I say using the name given in her email. "So David," she says back, still resting her head on my chest. I forgot that she only knows my fake name. It feels weird for some reason that I'm using that around her, despite being normal procedure. I shouldn't really tell her my real name, but on some level I feel like I'm betraying her if I don't let her know. "Actually that's my fake name," I laugh out. I take a quick gulp, here goes nothing. "My real name is Malcolm." She snickers and looks up at me, chin resting on my chest. "Sooooo Malcolm, since we're on a real name basis," she says, pinching my cheek if I'm some adorable little kid. "My real name is Amber. Now what were you asking me?" You know something, she does look like an Amber. 200 for an Hour at Paul's House "Well Amb-er," I say drawing out the syllables of her name, giving her a humorous glare. "Since we went over time already, I was wondering if we could do a little renegotiation." "Really now," she says getting up from her resting spot. She doesn't seem tense, more curious. "What did you want to renegotiate Mal-cummmm?" she says, imitating me. I stifle a laugh. "I mean, I have this house all night," my arm waving around, "And since you said you didn't have anything else planned out tonight, how would you like to stick around?" "Like all night," she said wondrously. "Yeah, you know an over night session," I guess she hasn't done one before. "Hmm, well how much compensation are we talking about here," she says with a purr. Here comes that business side of her. "My time is money," she says with a impish smile. I guess the money still mattered after all. "I have six Benjamin Franklins with your name on it," I say with a grin. "Provide you stay for the next 7-ish hours." She laughs out, sounding surprised. Maybe she wasn't expecting me to say that. Most girls charge a grand for overnight stays, and that's only the mid level girls. "You always carry that much money on you," she says with an eyebrow raised. "Sometimes, I just happen to be between deposits right now." It really was my rent for the month, but I didn't give a shit. I could always pull more out of the bank. "Well I normally charge 1200 for an overnight stay," she says wrinkling her nose, as if I insulted her with my paltry offering. Welp, guess she's not staying over for tonight. It was just a impulse really. I mean do I really need to sleep with this girl all night? Maybe she might not have something planned, but maybe she doesn't want to spend all of her time with me. I mentally berate myself for even asking her. I already pushed the envelop by going over my time with her by an extra hour, and I ask her to stay overnight for half her normal rate? I'm such a schmuck. Suddenly she crawls closer to my face interrupting my thoughts. Her lips brushing against my ear as her hand clasps my cheek. "But for you Daddy, I'll do it for 600. And a couple more of those orgasms," her tongue taking in my earlobe, sucking it hard between her lips. This was unexpected. But in a very good way. Like I'm gonna fuck this girl all night sort of way. Her free hand glides down to my stiff cock, fingers wrapping around it as she begins to gingerly tug it. "And I hope you know Daddy," letting go of my ear and looking directly into my eyes. "You're gonna keep cumming until I say we're done." She consumes my lips, roughly kissing me as she strokes me off below. This is going to be a most interesting night.