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My Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

By: angel_69



It was the fall of 2001. Some of my girlfriends and I had decided to go to a local professional wrestling event. The main event that night was between somebody named Buff Bagwell and this massive guy named Onyx. If anyone reads this and remembers that card, you'll remember me. It was not this match that got to me. Actually it was a match much earlier in the show. It featured a guy named The Big Voodoo Daddy. He wrestled some guy, if memory serves me right, named "Loverboy" Dennis Condrey. Well, "Loverboy" was not anything like his nickname. He looked like a big, burly trucker guy. Maybe he was a good looking man in his younger days but when I saw him, I thought that he should've been retired. 

The Big Voodoo Daddy was something different all together. After seeing "Loverboy", I figured it was another old timer. I laughed when I first heard his theme music, it was a Dr. John song and for the love of me I can not remember the title. I expected a hokey comic book character. Uh, no. He was anything but. He stood at 6'4" and was very well proportioned. Definitely a body builder-type. He wore beads, giving them out to the ladies at ringside. His gimmick was a bizarre marriage between a voodoo doctor and a stripper. Very Mardi Gras.

We started hooting and hollering, as most of the women did. Gyrating his hips, posing, and dancing on his way to the ring, the Voodoo Daddy was certainly living up to his name so far. I remember telling my friend, Hannah, that he could be my daddy anytime. He looked in my direction, smiled, and pointed at me. As he walked over to where we sat, I figured it was for some a much younger girl. When he reached for me and put the beads around my neck, he leaned in and gave me a kiss, all to the delight of the crowd. 

The match was very one sided. "Loverboy" performed what they call a dropkick. In my "Daddy's" abdomen. There were other various tactics pulled. The Voodoo Daddy fell for every one of them early on, but quickly turned the tide. I remember screaming hard, seriously flirting with him, every time he looked my way or came outside of the ring to where I sat. He smiled and winked before heading back into the ring in one instance. He delivered his finisher, something the fans chanted as the Fleur Di Lis. After the match, he came over to where I was sitting and we spoke briefly.

He asked my name, which I readily gave. He further asked me what I was doing tonight after the matches, to which I had no answer. He informed me to stick around until the end of the show in order to take me to dinner. I gladly accepted and all my girlfriends began to gush over me like the quarterback had asked me out after a huge homecoming victory. Now you can understand why I was barely interested in the other matches.

I stayed after the show was over, patiently sitting for a good ten minutes, before I saw him emerge from what I assumed was the locker room. Jp Stephens was his real name. He was simply delicious. He wore faded Calvin Klein jeans and a very form fitting, ribbed Perry Ellis t-shirt. 

Jp was a perfect gentleman. He opened the door for me, bought me dinner at Chris Ruth's, and we finished up dinner with a stroll on the boardwalk. He was much more than a handsome man. He graduated from the University of Tennessee-Martin and was a stripper during college to pay his way through school. I remarked at how well it seemed to pay off for him. He was getting out of the wrestling business because of the time spent on the road, no insurance, and the abuse his body had already taken. He was interested in architecture and structural design. Definitely did not see that coming. Usually guys like him major in Physical Education or get a trophy degree. I also found out that his girlfriend of about eight years had cheated on him while he was on a road trip. He had come home early because of a broken kneecap and found his fiance in bed with his best friend. He was devastated and this helped to finalize his career choice. 

I told him about my life, my divorce and my recent return to college to get my degree. It was easy to talk to him, easy to listen, and engage him in intelligent conversation. 

We sat on a bench discussing all of this and more, when he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I was welcomely surprised, having wanted to possess those lips and body from the moment he came into my line of sight for his match. He explained that he had been wanting to do that since dinner and asked if he was being too forward. I joked, telling him that he was not being forward enough. He had a hearty laugh, full of life and indicative of his nature. 

As we walked back to his car, he wrapped his arm around me. I didn't object. Opening the door for me, I slid in and wondered how I could bed this massive hunk. The insides of my thighs were hot and wet. It was definitely his looks. He smelled like a man should, too. My pheromones were in overdrive!

Add to that our lively conversations and his politeness and I feel that it was easy to understand why I was so hot for him.

He got into the car, turned it on, and asked me where he could drop me off.

I looked at him and asked him where he was staying. A Ramada Inn. That wouldn't do. I gave him the directions for my place, which was another twenty minutes away. I don't know if he had gotten the idea yet. If he did, Jp was not letting on. 

We pulled up to my apartment and he got out, opened my door and walked me to the stairs leading to the front door of my building.

Once there, I inserted the key and unlocked the door. I looked back at him, longingly, and asked him if he wanted to come in.

He did not refuse.

We entered together and walked up the stairs to my apartment. He stayed a step behind me and I wondered how delightful his hands would feel as I slammed him into the wall and kissed him mercilessly.

With my apartment ahead, I told him we were here, and told him thank you for a marvelous evening.

I unlocked my door and opened it. I asked him if he wanted to come in. He looked at me curiously. Surely he had to know what was on my mind. Didn't he?

Fuck it, I thought.

I flung myself into him, standing on the tips of my toes to wrap my arms around him and pull him to me so that I could gain better access.

The kiss started softly, a whisper of promise to things yet to come. I hoped to encourage him with this. When his mouth opened in response to my bold act, I took advantage and dipped my tongue in. My brain went into overdrive, conjuring lust filled thoughts as I slowly made love to his mouth, leisurely slipping my tongue around his in a blatant mimicry of sex. I caught his lip between my teeth, and gently sucked on it as I watched his eyes languorously open.

I pulled away from his lips, drawing my lower one in, suckling on it as I thought how delicious he would be.

"Will you make love to me?" I asked. He nodded, His deeply set blue eyes looking dazed.

A growl of victory sounded deep in my throat, "Good."

This time, when I came up to kiss him, Jp was ready for me. As his lips claimed mine, I opened beneath him like a flower. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck when he slipped his tongue between my lips. Lust ripped tough his body at the sound of my arousal, the evidence of this was a hard poke in his lower body against me. He broke away from the kiss, tightly closed his eyes, and I thought that he fought to rein in himself before he made the mistake of tearing without thought into me. I wondered why he had stopped. After a few moments, the desire better restrained, he opened his eyes and looked at me. 

The look of exalted triumph made my body hum. Sex would do that to me. I wanted to make him want me so that it hurt him to control it. It made me feel powerful. It made me want to make him thoroughly lose that control. I pulled myself out from my seat, and into his arms. Without letting him think about it, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. Pouring my soul into it, the kiss turned carnal. We nipped at each other, fighting with tongues and teeth and lips, each of us working to get the upper hand. Determined to get that upper hand, I pressed against him, molding my small soft body against the hard planes of his muscled one. 

He caught me in his arms, and pulled my long legs around his hips. I cried out in delight when he fitted his hard arousal against my apex of pleasure. My God, I thought, how big was he? Pushing me up against the side of the wall, he grinded himself against me in circles. Roughly, he tore at the straps of my top, desperate to feel my generous breasts in his hands. Before he could get it undone, however, I pulled him off me. 

Smiling sensuously, I slid a few feet away from him. When he tried to follow, I held up a hand, and said, "No touching. I want you to watch."

Obediently, he sat down opposite from me, and watched.

I stood with my back to him, coquettishly looking over my shoulder at him as I slipped the buckle of my bra undone. I pulled the top off, and held it to the side with one hand, while I covered my breasts with the other. Flinging it in the direction of my shift, I turned to face him, covering myself with both arms in feigned shyness.

"Do you want to look at me?" I softly inquired.

"Yes." His breath was ragged and fast. A thrill swept through me as I saw the craving building in his eyes.

"Do you want to touch me?"

He nodded, his mouth dry. My little strip tease had definitely teased him, straight to the edge of reason.

I slid up to him, and smiled at him. "Well, you can't. Not yet," I looked at him sternly, "Promise me."

His mouth opened to protest, but when my arm slipped slightly, tantalizing him with the barest glimpse of me, he nodded his promise. 

"Good."

I moved my arms, and my breasts bounced free from their confinement. As I moved closer, I could see myself in the mirror behind the couch. My ivory skin there was flawlessly smooth, my small rosy nipples erect in anticipation. His hands balled into fists to keep him from touching me, as I slithered into his lap.

"Christ," he groaned, fighting to keep his promise as my hands wandered across the planes of his chest. I wanted him naked so I could lick every inch of his delicious frame.

"Sorry," I purred, my hands dipping to follow the trail of black hair till I met the barrier of his shorts. "He's not here. You'll have to make do with me."

My lips skimmed seductively across his. When he opened his mouth, to taste more of me, I backed away, shaking my head. Resuming his passive role, he allowed me to whisper soft kisses over his lips, and down the line of his jaw to his ear. I sucked the soft skin of his lobe into my mouth, and he shivered as I rolled my tongue around it.

Small hands slipped over the lines of muscles of his stomach, reaching for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his chest and shoulders. He moved just enough to accommodate me. My hands returned to his chest, slowly reblazing a trail down his stomach and when they dipped a shy inch beneath his pants, he sucked in a breath of agony. I saw him silently pleading me to explore, to touch. Emboldened by his wordless urging, I slid my hand down until I brushed against hot, hardened steel. My eyes widened and my mouth popped in a small "o" as I tried, unsuccessfully, to wrap my hand around his width. 

I tried to slide down his length, but he fit the available space of his pants exceptionally well. There was no way I could take all that man inside me. He is too much man, I thought, but I wanted to try and see if I could. He broke our agreement, slanting his lips across mine and plunged his tongue into my mouth. When he kissed me, my hands tightened around him instinctively. Then, though I was being thoroughly distracted by heart branding kisses, I slowly began moving my hands to unbutton his pants and free his cock to me. 

When I had accomplished that act, he helped me to pull them down and over his legs. He must have had a lot of experience doing this, because the movements were seamless. I closed into him, when he was free of clothes, my hands slowly rubbing up and down on his length. It was soft and hard, ridges and curves, and as I massaged him, a wonderful tingling intensified in the pit of my stomach, steadily growing as I watched his reactions to my pleasuring of him. 

His chest rose and fell with each short breath he took he took through his slightly opened lips. Sensations rolled through his body, building in intensity with each stroke of my hand. When I pressed my body against his, rubbing those breasts against him, he nearly exploded. I was so sensual, but didn't even know it. Everything I did, everywhere I touched, every time I kissed him; I was provoking something deep within him. I could see the struggle within himself. I wanted him to ravage me. Make hot, sweaty, passionate love to me. 

"Touch me, Jp," I moaned in his ear. "Make love to me."

A breath rushed out of him at the desperation in my pleading. He grabbed me roughly, pulled me against him, and sucked my soul from my lips, and claimed it for his own. He kneaded my breast with one hand, the other he thrust into my hair, holding my head in the best position to plunder the treasures in my mouth. His mouth trailed a wet path of sensations as it slipped down my neck. 

I arched my back, allowing more access. He ran his hot tongue in the valley between my breasts, then up and over one. I jolted at the feeling of him sucking on me, rolling my sensitive nipple between his teeth. He pulled the two together, and laved his tongue across both areolas, wringing soft, panting cries from me. 

Jp kissed my lips as he ran his hands over my trim waist, then where it flared out at my hips. The only thing I had on, my short shorts , felt alien against the silky smoothness of my skin. So he pulled them slowly off, kissing me with a tender gentleness that I doubt he ever knew existed within him. He ran his hands back up the inside of my thighs, parted them, and without warning, slipped a finger into the warmth of my body.

I cried out with a sudden orgasm, and he felt like a god of magic. Then he found my nodule with his thumb, and began rubbing it in slow, erotic circles as he stroked me from inside. I pulled him closer and arched my back, and he took the breast that I offered into his mouth, sucking and nibbling until I began crying out:

"Ohmygod, ohmygod," My body writhed beneath his expert hands and mouth. He was doing too much to me, too many sensations were burning through my body. That first orgasm, which surprised me by its suddenness, left me wanting to melt into a puddle, but he kept on touching and kissing me, driving me up again. And then another blinding flash of light lit my world. "JP!"

His every touch seared through my very being, and I knew that this was not going to be another ho-hum experience. 

"Now," I begged. I would do anything to have everything he could give her. "I need you, now!"

Without breaking our kiss, Jp slipped his body between my legs, already wide open in welcome.

"Look at me, Angelica," he commanded, and my eyes focused onto him. A hoarse cry erupted from him as he thrust himself into my body, my succulent heat enveloping him. For a moment, he stayed there not moving, just enjoying the feeling of being inside me. I welcome the act, because it gave me a chance to adjust to his size. I had never had a foot long before, but the pain of his entry was dulled by the sensations that he had created thus far. Then he started to move, in and out, over and over. I cried out a sigh rhythmically in time with each thrust.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lifted my body from the couch, allowing him to delve deep into me. I felt lost in the fullness of this man inside my body. Every nerve cried out in delight. The fire that had flared in that first orgasm had been rekindled, and was growing hotter with each of his thrusts. 

I wanted Jp to draw out our pleasure. He fought the impulse to give in to his own fire, but when my muscles closed involuntarily around his staff, it suddenly blazed out of his control. Cradling my firm behind with both of his hands, he pulled me towards him as he pushed into me, moving faster and harder as a sudden desperation raced through him. He plunged deep into me one last time, and then his desire poured from in, onto the very curve of my womb. The fire finally enveloped me, and I muffled my shout in his shoulder as my body convulsed.

"Angelica!" he bellowed, his voice rough from our lovemaking.

I cradled his head in my arms as he finally came down. He mumbled something in my ear that was barely discernible and French.

Finally he looked into my eyes, before he took my mouth, gently this time, silently begging forgiveness if he inadvertently harmed me with the force of his need.

"Come, Jp," I stood and took his hands, trying to stand him up and get him somewhere else.

"Where are we going?" He spoke as he stood next to me.

Too close. I could smell his very masculine scent and it was possessing my soul again.

I smiled, and pulled him close to me. "To my room, where I can take my time making sweet slow love to you."

"Oh."

My heart melted as he took my mouth again, softly, lovingly. His hands moved up my back, his fingers softly caressing my skin. 

I eagerly led him to my bedroom where we eyed each other warily for a moment, then launched into each other's arms. Our mouths fused, and our tongues battled; slipping dexterously around nipping teeth.

His hands were now feverish and impatient. He twisted my nipple between those lovely, clever fingers; pinching and rubbing until I was hot for the feel of his mouth on me. I push him back against the edge of the bed, attacked his mouth briefly before pulling his head down to my breast. I sighed as his lips closed over my nipple, moaned as he began to lick it with the tip of his tongue, then cried out in dark delight as he bit down on it.

"Oh god! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I chanted it over and over, until he replied in a low growl, "Soon."

A thrill raced through my body. He would fuck me. Hard and fast. But first...

I dropped to my knees, crawling on the ground before him, and I inserted his massive dick into my mouth. I had wanted to taste him. Taste it since I first touched it on the couch. It was more heavenly than I had imagined. My tongue swirled over the length of his staff. After making my way up, I worked the small groove at the tip with my tongue while I stroked him with my hands. I tasted us as my tongue teased his head. 

I saw him look down at me from the corner of mt eyes, watching me lick his cock. It made me want to pump him faster and faster. My small hands moved over the inside of his legs to cup his balls, he just about came. His breath was ragged and uneven, and his hands were delved into my short crop of curls. For a second, he pushed his dick further into my mouth. He felt it slide down my throat and my lips washed over him. Then he pushed me back, not wanting to waste the time he had with me. 

A little breathless, I looked up at him. Satisfied, I saw him struggle for control. I loved watching him think and fight his himself. I knew that there was a darker, more erotic side to him that I hoped I would get to experience.

Jp hauled me to my feet, his need barely restrained, and crushed his lips against mine in a bruising kiss. He plundered deep in my mouth with his tongue, branding my soul with his searing passion. My arms wrapped instinctively around his neck. When he picked me up, my legs wrapped around him so that he was tied up in my long limbs. I could feel his length of steel pressed hard against me. 

Unable to go far, he merely turned and slammed me against mattress, knocking my breath from me. I was lost in the urgency of his mouth, in his rough hands that seemed to touch everywhere. When he began to grind his hardness against me, my mind filled with a dull roar as the heat built. 


My Big Bad Voodoo Daddy 2013



It has been an exceptionally long time since I submitted anything here and I do apologize. My life has been rather sexless lately as I have been caught up in the life of being a grandmother. That word, grandmother, still makes me uneasy. Surely I am not that old. I must take a deep breath and sigh my disgust.

Anywho, not a lot has gone on that has been exciting and to be honest, I have been in a funk lately. That is another reason I haven't written anything. My sex life hasn't exactly been scorching lately and that is definitely more me than anything else. 

I did have one encounter about a couple of weeks ago in October that made my eyes roll in the back of my head and was definitely worth writing about. It happened on another one of those chance meetings that I am apparently so famous for. 

I'll set the scene. Had a hot date, the first "real" since late August. I was in Wilmington, NC to visit a few people and enjoy the opening barrage of fall. Let's admit the truth, I needed some "me" time. I was bunking with one of my friends and his roommate during the first part of my week there. My friend Hank is an artist and there was a little party where he has his art displayed. I agreed to go because he is very good (with art) and I am a sucker for big puppy dog eyes. I also didn't want to spend the night at his place since his roommate had a date. I love the sound of sex, just not when other people are doing it. I didn't think anything of going to the gala at the time, which I guess was mistake number one.

He asked me to stay close to him throughout the evening because he might get nervous and he didn't know many of the people who would be there. I did what he asked, figuring that the artsy-fartsy crowd wasn't really his thing. He was typically more of an outdoor guy. A few times he tried to take my hand in his, which I really didn't go for but allowed it because of his "nerves". 

The night dragged on and was quite boring. I didn't say much to anyone, a few smiles and a few nods. I knew I was there as an arm piece and I accepted my role. As the night progressed, he got a little more handsy with me and I had to put him down, politely but not adamant. I didn't want to ruin his night, after all. 

When his hand cupped my ass and he pulled me in during a conversation with some older couple, I knew we were going to have a very uncomfortable talk later. This was just one of several escalating things that he did to make me feel very uncomfortable as the evening dragged.

The night ended and we walked down the street to his car. We had both had a few drinks, but not enough to say it affected anyone's judgment. He opened the door for me and as he opened it, he used his other arm to pull me to him and kiss me.

My immediate response was "What the fuck?", but I had to admit I liked the kiss. It didn't take long for my sense to return and I pushed him away. 

What followed was a hodge-podge of the usual crap women endure. Truth is I wasn't attracted to him, I told him so and he blamed me for sending the wrong signals. I laughed it off, apparently hurting his feelings in the process and before I knew it, I was being left alone in the parking lot to find my own way home.

While mad at first, it wasn't too bad of a situation. Being in downtown, there were some bars to hit up before I called a taxi to take me where? Was I going to stay in Hank's house? Should I get a hotel room? Who knew, I jokingly said to myself, I might be lucky and get laid for the first time in a few months. Which, as my avid followers know, is far too long for me.

Strolling in and sitting at the bar, I get a few looks. It was to be expected. College town, college-esque bar, and I am in a short cocktail dress. Just a little out of place. It didn't stop me from getting a few catcalls and smiles on the way in. I can't say I minded the attention. 

What I didn't expect was to see someone who looked vaguely familiar to me. Our eyes caught a few times. He was playing pool with some of his buddies. All of them were very well built, not necessarily body builder types but toned, average bodies. The one who caught my attention moved with confidence and had a cocky smirk that I knew I had seen before.

He smiled at me after the third or fourth time our eyes met. Handing the pool stick to one of his friends, he came over to say hi, offering to of course buy me a drink. 

I told him yes, but he had to get one himself too, which he did. He told me I looked very familiar and if we had met before. I reciprocated the thought and for the life of me, I couldn't figure where I knew him from. 

I asked him his name and he said "Jason". Fairly common and ordinary name, right? So began the game of twenty questions.

Turns out he went to UT in Martin. He was a stripper. Thought maybe that was where I knew him from. It wasn't until he told me that he used to be a professional wrestler that the light bulb came on.

He was the "Big Bad Voodoo Daddy" that I had written about a few years ago. We laughed about it; partly because our night together was over ten years ago and, well, lets be honest I have written about it. So lets just say he made a considerable impression on me.

We talked a long while, had more than a few drinks, and I actually enjoyed talking to him. Stranger yet, I felt an enormous amount of tension between us yet he wasn't acting on it. Hell, neither was I. That was the strangest thing of all.

We continued to talk as the alcohol got out of our system. His "boys" left and he stayed to talk. It was getting late and I knew I needed to figure out my situation. I was gonna call for a cab, when Jason told me to save the fare and he'd give me a lift.

I jokingly had to ask if he meant a ride or something else. He answered "both", with a cocky grin and a wink. 

Walking to his car, he opened the door for me and I sat down, waiting for him to sit next to me. Stick shift, I noticed. Then my mind went in a totally different, yet completely "Angelic" way and I wondered how good his stick had gotten over the years.

He got in and turned the car on, his head turned to me and I got caught looking at his package. I smiled, not embarrassed at the gaff, and told him that I was gonna have to look at some point. To this he responded, he was surprised it took me this long. He had me checked out the moment I entered the bar. 

Let's just say that my nipples tightened and my clit pinged at the moment he rose his eyebrows and dragged his tongue to lick his lips. I'll be damned if he didn't give LL Cool J a run for his money with that act.

I remember there being a conversation about what hotel I should stay at for the night. He said to save the money and just bunk with him for the night and figure out the rest tomorrow. I jokingly had to ask if he was serious. He was. It was perfect timing because he had to stop at a light near an outdoor mall or shopping center, couldn't really tell. 

He looked at me, as deadpanned as anyone could and asked me if it would be such a bad thing if he took advantage of me.

I couldn't help but go all kinds of naughty at that moment and asked him who would be taking advantage of who? 

He laughed heartily as the light changed and he sped off.

A few minutes later, we were at his apartment and I had no idea what was waiting for me next. I wasn't going to lie, the flirting had picked up and I definitely wanted to fuck him, but wasn't sure it was going to happen.

His gaze fell upon me as he turned on the lamp next to his sofa and opened the blinds. What I saw beyond them was incredible. I had no idea the ocean at night could be so beautiful. I inhaled sharply as my mind began to do its thing. My body was beginning to follow suit.

I was aware that Jason was behind me and I would have been content to let him nuzzle against me. It was no surprise when he did so and I felt the heat of his body press against my back. We stood like this for a long moment of silence before he said, "fuck it", causing my anxiety to rocket and my pulse to quicken as I hoped that what was gonna happen was going to actually happen.

Jason turned me to face him and his hand rose to cradle my chin, lifting my face until I met his gaze. My pulse throbbed madly at my throat when I saw the heat in his eyes as they fixed on my mouth. He seduced me so effortlessly. The strength of my desire for him burned away the few remaining insubstantial shadows which could have been considered rational thoughts.

The hand that wasn't already holding my chin came up to join its twin, holding me steady for the onslaught of his kiss. Jason didn't seem particularly concerned with mutuality at that moment. He probed deeply, sweeping his tongue everywhere, establishing dominance over my body with a stunning attack on my senses.

I moaned as his taste registered in my brain. My hands clutched desperately at his back as he continued to fuck my mouth with his tongue. He tasted like premium scotch with a hint of mint. My fingertips explored the sensation of smooth skin stretched tautly across dense muscle. Heat resonated off his body. Pressing closer, I wanted to share that hear and felt the need to be thawed and burned by his touch.

I couldn't help it. My hands moved over him greedily. He groaned, deep and savage, before tearing his mouth from mine. For a tense moment, he simply stared at me before lifting me into his arms. I held on tightly to his shoulders as a kaleidoscope of images spun before my eyes as he quickly moved towards the bedroom and that only added to my chaotic emotional state.

Tearing off the wrap I wore around my shoulders, he lowered me to the bed. The zipper of my black cocktail dress came down next.

"Arms up." He muttered in a growl.

I complied. He tossed aside the black dress a second later.

My hips moved restlessly on the bed, instinctively trying to relieve the pressure growing at the apex of my body when his gaze dropped over me. I wore a black bra and panty set with some thigh-high stockings as well as my pearls. The thought of what he could do with my pearls added to my hysterical state. His expression didn't alter much, but his eyes blazed a trail so hot that as they toured my body, I could feel my flesh set on fire.

"Take off your panties and move back on the bed."

I did exactly what he demanded as if this was some sort of hot, exciting dream, a fantasy that I had not the slightest inclination to resist the carnal allure of. Covering my body with his own by the time my head hit the pillows, he palmed my thighs and spread them to accommodate his body in the process. Immediately he took possession of my mouth again. Our tongues tangled and mated wildly as he began to run his hands down my sides, one pausing at a silk-covered breast, the other sliding down my waist and cradling my hip.

Tilting my pelvis up, he pressed himself to her and forced me to feel the strength of his desire. I could only moan into his mouth. The man was so damn vibrant next to me and made me feel alive. It was a dizzying sensation for someone who had been without sex for a few months, which I suppose to a "normal" person is a few years. He furthered this jolt of sexual electricity by molding my breast in his palm gently, then roughly but always with a possessive need. I strained up, desperate for more of the sensation of his touch. My hands ran over his back and shoulders, sliding and rubbing in an attempt to consume him with my touch.

My nipple pressed into the center of his palm like a hard little dart and his eyes widened with hunger and intensity. His eyes both caressed me and devoured me whole. Then he whispered against my collarbone that he couldn't wait to taste the sweet nectar of my pussy.

I saw him wince in agonized pleasure as he rolled me off onto his left hip and ripped the button fly of his jeans. He shoved them down his thighs with precise, rapid movements allowing his cock to spring free. Stiff, tight, and straining towards me, I wanted to do nothing more than to lick it and suck on it to taste the salty glory of his cum.

I whimpered as his cock brushed the bare, satiny skin of my thigh. I couldn't help but reach for him. Unfortunately, he stopped me by grabbing both of my wrists and transferred both of them to one hand. Pushing my wrists down over my head, he then reached between my thighs.

He watched my face as he burrowed his fingers through damp, silky hair and dipped into the warm center of my pussy before he spread the abundant moisture between my labia and slid against my clit. I couldn't help but arch my back off the bed. I squirmed frantically at the restraint of his binding hand.

He only gripped my wrists and held me tighter. His fingers played a hard, ruthless rhythm, plucking and strumming my nerve-packed flesh until the tension in my body broke and I cried out sharply in stunned ecstasy. Two of his fingers plunged into my tight sheath and he watched with cruel interest as my body clamped and convulsed around the intrusion.

I was beyond ready for him. He told me that he was as hungry for me as he knew I was for him. I told him to put the money where his mouth is and prove it.

Stretching, he reached for a condom in the drawer of his bedside table, with gritted teeth he tore the foil package off and rolled it on his cock in near record timing. Without a word he spread my thighs and arrowed himself into me. My body resisted him at first but the crazed sensation his presence created in my hot, narrow portal made me swoon as it welcomed the thick head of his cock.

He held the base of his cock with one hand, working into my clamping channel with subtle up-and-down motions while his hips, God those hips, provided a steady, hard pressure as I moaned. Deliriousness tickled my belly because I was still in the aftershock of climax. I strained and undulated against him just before he thrusted hard against me. He paused when he heard me cry out and his cock was burrowed less than half its length into me.

His head dropped next o mine, pressing kisses along my neck, pausing to run the elegant strand of pearls I still wore between his lips, licking at the smooth globes lightly before he nipped at my tender skin. My lips parted when he found them and I could feel his cock throb inside of me as his tongue sank into the warm cavern of my mouth. I prayed that my pussy gripped him mercilessly so that I could torture him the way he was doing me.

He pushed back a smooth thigh which opened my body to him and he took possession of it as soon as admission was granted. His thumb found my clit, circling, plucking, and coaxing. I groaned into his mouth and pushed up for more, forcing his cock farther into my body in the process.

I cried out in sharp desire as he began to pulse his hips. His cock, too large to be in my body, invaded me and forced me to make room for him. The thumb on my clit drove me further into a frenzy of lust. Friction began to build in me, a familiar feeling and I responded by pushing and rotating my hips around his cock, up and down, in and out, whatever I had to do in order to feed the mounting flame that was growing and expanding in my sex and belly. I saw the way his lip curled and the way his eyes gleamed as a result of my actions. I mewled in pleasure and increased the pressure against him, to provide further evidence of my desperate need.

I writhed and whimpered beneath him, begging him in the most primal fashion to take complete possession of me. He accepted my wordless invitation and drove his cock into me, pressing his balls tightly to my my hilt and grunted with animalistic pleasure. When I responded with a cry and arched my back, he secured my wrists tighter and held me to the bed. 

He began to thrust into me with tight, concentrated strokes. I felt breathless, tight, and restricted all because of the mounting pleasure he was giving me. His cock massaged me deeply and both filled a need and began a new fire at the same time. He had pried my body open to him but I was damned if I was not going to try and pull him back to me every time he withdrew from me. I needed that thick, hard knob of muscle stabbing, rubbing, and punishing my pussy. I needed release and I wanted more of what he was offering to me.

When he leaned down and encircled my silk covered nipple in the heat of his mouth, I almost cried out his name. The suction he applied was damn near perfect and made the blazing inferno in the pit of my sex grow higher. When he bit at the tender morsel and thrust into me hard, the result was a loud smack of flesh against flesh and orgasm erupted from me.

He grunted as I squeezed and convulsed around his cock. I saw his eyes squint and the intense look on his face as he looked into my eyes made me want to fucking cum again. 

Before I could, he reached up and roughly pushed down both of the thin straps of black silk that covered my breasts. He bent and sampled one hard, pointed crest and lashed it with his tongue. Sucking hard, he nipped and bit with his front teeth. He leaned up slightly and seemed to focus on my auburn locks scattered across the pillow. I stared at him with desire-glazed eye and my breath, coming in choppy, shallow pants was all the proof he needed that he was performing marvelously at the moment. The walls of my vagina continued to convulse around his cock and every time he moved out of me, I used every muscle I had to tighten against him and make the friction unbearable and demand that he sink back into me and bring me more pleasure.

Pushing back one thigh and then the other into my chest, he began to pound into me. I shrieked in shock, both because of the pain and desire he was giving. I couldn't help but cry out his name in disbelief. He rocked into me again and again, every driving down stroke pushing my body farther and farther up on the bed until my forearms were trapped between her skull and the wrought iron headboard.

He paused for a moment, when the realization I had been saying his name finally reached his ears, he was still fully sheathed in me and reached out between our sweat dampened bodies. His fingers spread the lips of my outer sex wide before he ground his pelvis against the nerve-packed tissues between my labia. I could only shimmer around him in post-orgasmic bliss. My whole body began to tremble and stake he he surged up against me, scraping the narrow path of hair that trailed from his taut belly-button to the thatch around his cock against my sensitive, exposed cleft and clit, applying a steady and relentless pleasure.

I groaned in misery and fought against the instinct to close my eyes, I told him that I wanted him to make me cum again. He smiled and looked at the evidence of my need... fingernails clenching to his flesh and digging him to me and forcing him to stay near and thrusting. Using his forearm to push my knees down hard onto my shoulder, I was very keen to the increased pressure from the altered angle of his cock stabbing so intimately into my body. He grabbed a round buttock and smacked it and I cried out in pleasant surprise. It had been so long since anyone had smacked my ass.

He rasply told me what he was going to do to my ass and my entire body began to shudder and shake as I came in violent release. He gave a tense bark of laughter, both full of confidence and arousal. He pounded into my quivering pussy with quick and ruthless thrusts. Our flesh struck rapidly now, holding back nothing while I madly strived to find relief while he was inside, penetrating my farthest regions. I was wholly immobilized against the headboard and he smacked our flesh together once more and brought the walls of my vagina to the point of quivering and soul shattering ecstasy. 

Throwing his head back, he roared between clenched jaws as he continued to pump within me, hard and fast, as he finally erupted in orgasm and came. I could feel the heat of him beneath the latex and almost felt the heated liquid of his semen filling me to burst but it was an empty thought. 




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I closed my eyes in response to the sensation of his throbbing release as he continued to fuck me. Tears leaked from my eyes down to my cheeks and the truth of the matter was that the sensation of him coming so powerfully in my body was one of the most profoundly poignant experiences of my life. I felt raw and shaky yet utterly and completely alive. I was not nearly done.

He collapsed over me, his ribcage expanding and contracting wildly for air. His cock was still hard as a pike. My muscular channel still clamped him tightly inside me. All I wanted was for him to take me again and repeat the hot, pounding, and thoroughly exhilarating ride. His lungs couldn't seem to catch a sufficient amount of air, momentarily stilling him. The whimper I could barely muster turned his attentions his distress. 

His head came up and our eyes met. Something in his eyes made both regret and further desire flicker through my awareness. He had pounded me so hard and he had proven himself to be a very capable fuck. My appetite for sex, not nearly quelled by him yet, had me seeking more of him. By now he had to know that the woman who lay beneath him, watching him with my hazel eyes, would not be easily sated. He grimaced slightly when he glanced at my wrists, still pinned next to the headboard. He'd kept me in that ruthless hold the entire time he plowed into me. I loved it.

His head lowered slowly as if he were going to kiss me. That was a big mistake. He had given me a window in which to take more of what I wanted. His gaze turned towards my breasts, their swollen peaks and the blue of my veins, all provoked by the potency of his fucking. 

I felt the stirring of his penis and the tightening of his body. Thank God it mirrored my own tension. I readied myself for more of him.

To my dismay and disappointment, I gasped when he rolled off me. The abrupt withdrawal of his cock from my body felt harsh and completely unnatural. I studied his stark profile as he leaned away.

I figured he was done and I wasn't exactly sure I was going to share his bed. I didn't want to assume that much. He didn't say anything to me as I scooted to the end of the bed, but I felt his gaze on my back. I quickly readjusted my bra and found my panties. I didn't stand and turn to face him until I had pulled my dress back over my head. 

I felt a tickle in my throat when my eyes lowered across his muscled, lean torso as he lay there in repose. His jeans, shoved down around his thighs, while I could see that while his cock was not as iron-hard as it was when he was hammering into my body not three minutes earlier but it was still ample. It lay along his taut belly still stretching the latex of the condom tightly an glistening with my moisture.

My mouth went completely dry. My juices were coating one of the most shapely and beautiful cocks I had ever seen. In my youth, such a sight would have made me panic. Now it made me want to take him and fuck him until his heart stopped beating. Desire swamped me and I had given thought to telling him that but I thought back to the look on his face moments ago. Opening my mouth to speak, I instead turned and left the room. I prayed that he would call me back to him, grab me from behind or something instead of taking such a glorious fuck and being a bitch about it.

I had made it within three feet of his front door when he called my name from behind. I stopped in my tracks and waited to turn around. I wanted him to pick me up and thrust me against the wall and fuck me senseless. I wondered if he had it in him to do me again? Then I thought about that night many years ago. Oh yeah, he had it in him and I was about to find that out.

My breath caught when I felt his hands encircle my waist. He leaned down, brushing aside my hair with his lips and nose before he pressed a hot kiss against my neck. Spreading his hands wide across my belly and hips his lips brushed and rubbed against my silky skin. He inhaled me slowly. 

I tilted my neck to grant him more access to my skin. My throat vibrated with pleasure as he kissed and nibbled with a potent mixture of patience and hunger. His hands moved over my belly, waist, and hips in a sensual caress. He turned me in his arms. My head fell back as I looked up at him. I licked my lips and told him to step up and fuck me better than he did earlier. What can I say, I fight with fire. Haven't been burned yet. Well, not too much.

His eyes burned like flames in his otherwise stony countenance. He looked hard and formidable again, not like he was after our eyes had locked after he came. My lips parted and breathlessly mouthed the words, "show me".

Jason tilted my chin so that I face him again, he smiled quite arrogantly as he use his lips and teeth to gently nip at my mouth. His hands spread across my ribcage in a light, elusive embrace. I sought the soothing, anxious animal I had the chance to bed a moment before and I prayed that he had returned. 

I craned up for his mouth, hungry for the remembered rich taste that I knew I'd find in his depths. Our mouths slid and fastened into a twisted fit. My body was primed for the needy pleasures that this man could give me. 

Sighing at the sensation of his hands on my breasts, his fingers rubbing and pinching at my sensitized nipples. Heat swept through my genitals, leaving a dull ache of longing in its wake. A sound of protest rose in my throat when his mouth left mine which caused my eyes to blink open when I felt him back me against the wall of his hallway. I stared down, the image of his cock piercing my skin was brought to the forefront of my mind.

When Jason raised my dress to my waist and told me to hold it, I did so without a second thought. My gripping hands shook as he slowly lowered my panties. He put his hands on my legs and spread them wide until the strip of silk stretched tautly mid thigh. I could only whimper when he leaned forward within an inch of my pussy and inhaled.

His cock stiffened and I felt the warmth of his mouth nuzzled the soft and damp apex of my body. His tongue parted my folds in a firm, questing caress and I encouraged him by producing an unevened moan and allowing my body weight to sag slightly against the wall. His hands caught beneath my buttocks but most of his attention was on the exquisite taste of the abundant, sweet cream he found between the flushed folds of my pussy. He circled and played with my nerve-packed flesh for a while, which I showed my pleasure through soft whimpers as I felt the sensation of his tongue along my silken treasure.

Jason must have sensed my growing arousal because he instantly stabbed at the erect kernel of flesh that nestled between my lips with a stiffened tongue before he soothed me with a gliding caress. For a long minute he alternated between stabbed then sooth and plucked and glided. My eyelids opened heavily when he finally coaxed orgasm from my body.

His hand left the taut curve of my ass cheek and my lower lip trembled as he inserted two thick fingers into my wet vagina. His other hand parted my sweet, nectar-coated labia and he whispered such vile and sexually vicious things as my hand lowered and replaced his own, spreading myself wide for him. He used his free hand to support me again below my ass.

For several seconds, he looked at my pussy before he tilted his head and covered me. I keened as he took my clit captive in his mouth and sucked me tautly while whipping it with his stiffened tongue. Slippery warm juices flooded his fucking fingers and he told me how badly he needed to taste of my sweet, gushing fountain but not before he heard me scream again.

Twisting his wrist, his fingers corkscrewed into my pussy. Sucking my clit between this teeth and biting lightly until I cried out and sagged into his hand seemed to be what he was building up to. 

His mouth would nurse me through the brunt of my climax before he grabbed my hips and upper back and lowered me to the soft carpet. Tugging my panties over my feet and pushed my thighs wide, it wasn't until my black pumps hit one another that he stopped. He dived between my legs, his stiffened tongue immediately plunging into my pussy, driving deep and hard. 

I could only cry out in ecstasy as another orgasm kicked off and my throat and jaw vibrated with the potent blasts of pleasure coursing through me. He drowned himself in me, filling his mouth with me. My narrow channel was drenched with sweet cream and he ran his finger below his piercing tongue and spread the juices along my perineum. My honey already slicked the crevice of my butt cheeks and the tiny, puckered entrance of my ass.

The change in my whimpers was evident when he pushed the tip of his fingers into that tight opening. For a few seconds, his lust convinced him to ignore the rising tension in my slick body as he gently probed me. I gripped him a smooth, hot clamp. Thank God he could only ignore reality for so long.

I wanted his cock buried in my ass, pleading for his further and harsh possession of me, so that I could feel his power writhing in and out of me once more. He stopped. 

He looked up at me and pulled away. Cold turkey.

What the fuck, I thought.

I took the situation into my own hands. Literally.

My clit burned now. I needed to be sated. If he wasn't going to fuck me, I was at least going to suck this magnificent cock.

I attacked him and pushed him backwards. My body hummed as I stared at the heavy erection which bobbed just before my nose. The head o his cock was fat, fleshy, and smooth. Very clearly defined by a quarter-inch ridge from the stalk. The realization of what he possessed caused a wild hunger to spread from my lower belly in every direction until it left nothing untouched. I pushed my tongue onto the sensitive slit of the steely-hard knob of his penis and made him grunt sharply.

I leaned forward and gave myself over to the sensation of him. My tongue circled the fleshy head curiously, tracing the hard ridge beneath the full circumference one. Then I stiffened my tongue and polished the smooth knob until it was shiny, coating my tongue in the flavor of him-- salty and musky. My eyes fluttered and closed rapturously as I encircled the girth of his cock with my hands and began to slowly pump the steeling, hard, straight flesh of the stalk. My tongue circled, pressed, and fluttered across the head. He felt indescribably good like distilled power, trapped and sheathed in the confinement of taut skin. 

I knew damn well I was teasing him. I sensed the tension in his body, heard his muted grunts. My eyes opened and I glanced up at him for confirmation and yes, his handsome mouth was pulled tight into a feral snarl and it made my clit pinch with excitement.

My tongue was a limber tease, both quick and elusive in one moment, hard, stiff, and pressing the next. When I slapped the straining head rapidly while I licked the stalk with a lose fist, it made his cock bob like a thirsty dog's tongue. He cursed violently and palmed my head.

My tongue pressed up on him as I arrowed his cock into my warm depths. I did so until he was securely lodged against the hard ridge of my upper lip. I applied an eye-crossing suction and he forced his finger to sink down into my soft hair, pressing against my skill as he began to thrust between my lips, subtly at first with little electrical pulsations. My strong suck drew him deeper and he gave himself to me more.

He rocked against me more strong, insisting I take him deeper. When I did, he slid the tip of his cock into my throat. His eyes shot open in ecstasy. He groaned when I slid him out sinuously until the head of his cock was trapped by tight lips but before he could protest, I took him deep again. I repeated the process again and again until he became frantic with mounting need.

His eyes popped open moments later when he felt me move his cock so that I was taking him more shallowly in my mouth. He realized how forcefully he'd been thrusting his cock into me when he saw the tears that wet my cheeks.

It didn't matter. I was so hungry and horny for him. I bobbed my head over him so rapidly and hummed satisfaction in my throat that his cock vibrated clear to the root, making his spine tingle with excitement. I gave the meaty head a healthy slap with my tongue on each out stroke. His hands tore away at my dress as I continued to pleasure him. 

My hand caressed his inner thigh and then I cupped a testicle, massaging him gently. He had reached his limit. He immobilized my head with his hands and began to pump between my straining lips, deeper and deeper with each stroke. 

Tendrils of joy rippled my lower body making my clit burn. My nipples tightened painfully. I was completely turned on and a victim, once more, to the lust I had allowed to consume me. I attacked him to ultimately get what I wanted, now I could taste that I was about to receive my reward. 

He began to buck wildly into my mouth, the head of his cock massaging my throat. I gripped his ass with one hand, enthralled by the density of the large, tensing muscle as he fucked my mouth furiously. I knew that he wouldn't let go of my head until he shot off into my mouth. I wouldn't want him to.

I love it when sex was like this; wild and unrestrained... completely raw. I felt his penis swell in my mouth. He clutched my head and kept me in place as his body shuddered violently. He muttered something incoherently and began to fill my mouth and throat with his creamy, musky cum. I continued to suck and lick him long after the last burst of semen spilled onto my tongue. His taste had excited me to a fever pitch.

He opened his eyes. His cock was still stiff in my mouth. I looked at him and he smiled. For a moment, I could see that he was seriously considering letting me suck him off all over again. AS quickly as I saw the thought, it was gone. He drew the partial erection of out of my moist mouth and grimacing in agonizing pleasure when he heard the moist popping noise his cock made when the thick rim cleared my tight lips. He put his hands on my shoulders and raised me to my feet. 

"Get undressed," he muttered gruffly but before I did anything else I leaned in and moaned softly into his mouth and gave him a slow hot, open-mouthed kiss. His fingers came to pluck and pinch my right nipple. His other hand lightly skimmed the bare skin at my waist, causing me to shiver. 

He released my erect nipple, determined to make love to me once we were completely naked. Brushing a tendril of silky hair from my cheek, I didn't have the slightest interest in playing the bedroom sophisticate but I was determined to either seduce him constantly with my desire-ridden eyes and my scorching hot looks.

I looked at him with stone cold desire, reaching for his jeans and unsnapped them and forced the zipper down and slithered down his body to pull them down his legs. When I stood up, I reached for the zipper of my cocktail dress and unzipped, allowing it to shimmy down my body. Stepping out of the pool of clothing at my feet, I decided to give him a nice show.

Knowing I had his attention, I inserted two fingers under my panties and worked them between my labia, rubbing myself sensually and quite unashamedly. His breath stuck in his lungs when I deliberately pulled aside the satin and exposed my pink, glistening folds to him. My hips rolled against the pressure of my rubbing fingers subtlety. He stared, hopefully recalling the sensation of my plump, juicy lips against his own fingers and tongue. After a moment he peeled his eyes away and met my gaze. His nostrils flared when he saw me smile.

"Get your ass over here," he muttered darkly.

There was a wave of anxiety that leapt into my body and piqued my arousal. He waited tensely as I slid down and approached him. As I neared him, he reached up and drew me down to him. He grabbed my wrists and shoved both of my fingers into his mouth. He sucked and ran his tongue between them, greedy for my sweet cream. I yelped in delight a few moments later when he hauled me over his lap. 

He spanked me. I struggled in his lap, but he held me down tightly with his left arm at my back. I twisted, not desperate but not altogether ready to give up my aggressive advantage. Shifting my hips, I gave him a moving target. I also was able to brush the head of his cock a few times and teased it as much as he was teasing me with the smacks to my ass.

I squirmed beneath him abut he took his time to begin palming and squeezing my bottom. Removing the arms from my back, the edge of his cock brushed against my ass and then my labia, reminding me of his potency. My clit throbbed unbearably as he pulled me up as I straddled his lap. He had already torn the foil off a condom and was in the process of sliding it down his considerable length. My pussy sizzled at the erotic sight and forced myself to frown when he met my eyes. His lips turned into a naughty, sexy grin and I didn't utter a word of protest. My body moved in synchronization with his as his left arm encircled my waists and he held up his cock. I gasped when he lowered me slowly, skewering me with his steely hard flesh.

His grin faded the moment my clasping vagina enfolded the first several inches of his cock. He pumped up with his hips while he held me steady for his thrust. A grunt of savage satisfaction vibrated his throat when he slipped into my tight, slippery sheath another few inches. I trembled in his hands. His eyes leapt to my face. My vaginal muscles tightened and drew him inward and I knew that he wouldn't be able to find the resolve to back out of me.

The sent the thumb of the hand that cradled me between the flush, swollen folds of my labia. I quivered and flexed around his cock as he began to stimulate my clit. My eyes fluttered as he plucked and pressed my little button. His teeth clenched tight in restraint when I began to make tiny, circular undulations with my hips and stroked his cock.

Putting my hands on his shoulders, I bucked forward with my hips and got direct pressure when I needed to come. 

He cried as he watched me do a subtle little dance on the end of his cock. When he held my heat flood around him and heard my sexy whimpers, my walls massaged him, and he growled like a caged animal. 

He grabbed my hips and thrust up until his aching balls pressed snugly to my wet, delicate tissues. I cried out sharply. my body began to shudder more violently in orgasm. I pressed my face to his neck and whimpered mindlessly as pleasure crashed through me.

His eyes remained shut. The combination of holding me while I shuddered in climax and being buried in the epicenter of it all had to be indescribably arousing. He hung on desperately for control as I trembled and milked the fuck out of his cock like a silken fist. When my spasm finally waned, he took a few moments to gather himself and I had to give him credit for not blowing his load before now.

My eyes widened hen I felt his big hands along my hips, sinking my fingers into my buttock. I moaned uncontrollably when he began to slowly rock me up and down and around on his cock. I was dazed with lust and desire , fuck, from the moment he first pierced my body with his cock I was lost to desire. He was filling me to the point of unbearable tightness. As the hard, smooth knob of his penis slowly massaged some supersensitive place deep inside of me I had to face lust and its frantic and undeniable effect on me.

I cried out yes in gloriously victory and my hips began to join in the pleasurable rhythm of our mating. I watched as his eyes fixed on the hard berries of my nipples as I moved on top of him like a sleek, sinuous cat. I held onto his shoulders and started to wildly buck up and down on his cock. He spanked my bottom lightly, further driving me into a frenzied state.

"Hold still a minute." He ordered, his eye flashing up to my sweat-glazed face. He willed his hips to stay still even though he was still sheathed in a wet, warm pussy that was both about a good two sizes too small for his cock.




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I stared down at him, panting heavily as he secured my hip with one hand while the other trailed gently up the senstive side of my torso. Biting my lip, I tried to restrain a loud moan. There was something about the hardness and relentlessness about sex with him that excited me unbearably.

I entreated huskily as his hand swept beneath my armpit and he cradled a breast from below. I squirmed in his lap in intense arousal when he stared at me for a few second. He smacked my bottom once to still and then leaned forward as though he had all the time in the world and flicked my nipple with his tongue. 

My vagina flexed inward in excrutiating arousal as I watched him lick and lave the senstitive kernel of flesh. The next thing I knew he'd flung his arm over my shoulder and gripped my hip and ass tightly completely immobilizing me on his lap. 

Taking a large portion of my breast into his warm mouth, he began to agitate and torture the captive nipple. I moaned and bucked as he lashed at my sensitive flesh with his tongue and he bit me between his front teeth. I felt his cock surge and swell inside of my body at the time that he held my nipple still with his teeth and rubbed tightly against it with his stiffened tongue. 

I exploded again. He forced me to be immobile and the orgasm was a tight, concentrated one that bordered on pain.

He growled at the sensation of liquid heat gushing around his cock. He leaned back and dug his finger into me and began to lift me up and down on him at the same time that he pumped and withdrew in short strokes. He moved me over him in a tight, sinuous, circular rhythm, rocking my hips back and forth to massage and suck his cock inward as I came. I was so lightheaded that he left me with ease before plunging me back down serving my sleek body to his straining cock. 

I felt him cresting, lifting me high off his penis and rocketing me into four long, furiously hammering strikes. To my surprise, a scream of renewed orgasm escaped my lips and ignited him further.. 

He grew still and rigid as orgasm crashed through him, it was as though it has temporarily paralyzed him. He held onto me desperately and pressed his face to my soft breast and he shook as he poured himself deep inside of me.

We remained clasped like that for several minutes, our breathing at first harsh and ragged, segueing to an agitate pant, and finally smoothing to a shared rhythmic, waving motion. 

He nuzzled my breast, inhaling my scent. My sharp lust, dulled for the moment, found a small level of contentment as he absorbed my fluttering heartbeat into his lips and cheeks until it slowed to a strong, steady beat. In the next moment, the tension of reawakened arousal mixed with his touch and it caused his cock to stir inside of me and to make us both realize that we were going to have to have each other at least one more time. The realization of this made my nipples tighten and I kissed him full on the lips.

I felt him stiffen again, pulsing against the wall of my vagina. As I kissed him feverishly, he reached up and fondled my breasts. He lifted both of them and scrapped his palms across my pert nipples several times and growled in aroused satisfaction as I moaned against his tongue. 

Plucking and pinching my nipples, he caused my lips to fall open at his insistent teasing of my body. He took advantage of my lack of concentration and leaned down and slipped one of my tasty, aroused nipples between his lips and teeth. He consumed me greedily, sucking and nipping at my sensitized flesh. 

I moaned. My hips lifted off of him by pure instinct. His hard suction on my nipple pulled at some invisible cord deep within my pussy, making me long to have his hardened length inside of me again. 

Arching my back and purring with desire, I reached for his head and ran my fingers through his shortly shaved hair, desperate to cling onto him. He sat up slightly and grabbed my wrists. He pinned them over his head with his left hand and returned to feasting on my achy nipple in the matter of a singular second.

Whimpering, I called his name in increasing desire as he held me down and took his time with me. His teasing, sucking, and biting on my nipples was making unbearably ready to explode. A glance down and I could see they were nearly strawberry red because he had drawn so much blood to the surface of my skin with his steady, hot sucking, and he knew exactly how to inflame my nerves with his lashing tongue and pinching fingers.

Turning to my sensitive flanks next, biting, scraping, and licking hotly along the tender skin from just a few inches below my armpit to my waist. I gasped in pleasure as my skin roughened against his tongue. Eventually he let go of my wrists so that hew could run his lips over my stomach and explore me slowly and even eventually dipped his tongue into my bellybutton. I inhaled deeply when a traced a warm, damp trail from the indentation to just above my pubic hair.

The throes of sharp arousal accelerated to agony. I threated my fingers into his hair, then pressed my fingertips to his neck. I want to feel the texture of his entire body and the fire that was burning my entire body. I spread my thighs wide, a silent invitation begging him to put an end to my misery.

A startled sound of protest came from my lips as he shifted me off of him and I was deprived of his elemental heat. He stood up, discarded the condom from earlier and lifted me into his arms.

Laying me down on the bed again, he walked away as I stretched and mewed on the comforter begging him to lay on me. My eyes widened when he came back to me with his belt in his hands. 

Taking one of my hands to the bedpost, I grew anxious as he bound me there. Biting on my lower lip, I hoped he would punish my body and take everything he wanted from me before he relinquished the use of my hands again. As he bound me to the bedpost, my eyes flickered to his jutting cock. I longed for the sensation of it beneath my fingertips. I licked my lips as I thought about his swollen veins and how they ran under his taut, smooth skin. How I hungered for the feeling of his tapered, thick head in my throat...

My eyes stayed fixed on his cock as he lunged toward the bed. It was mere instinct to part my thighs for him as he neared. His nostrils flared like a feral animal's as he neared me. He knelt over and filled his hands with my breasts. With my hands tied over my head and my back arched slightly, they were begging for him to exploit them. Shifting his hips, his cock stroked along the satiny skin of my belly and continued to mold my breasts in his palms and making exquisite love to them.

His eyes met mine as I moaned. My cheeks felt like they were blushing beet red and I knew that my eyes were burning with sheer lust. I panted shallowly through swollen lips.

Running his hands down my thighs, he palmed a slender calf. My skin was awakened by his warm lips when he bent and brushed them against the inside of my knee. Making his way up my thighs, he stroked my contours, all the while kissing and nibbling at my honey colored skim. 

He finally hovered above my pussy, and I began to tremble and produce deep, throaty whimpers in anticipation for his touch. His hands came up to cradle my restless hips, keeping me still for his attack. Flicking his tongue over my swollen labia caused me to erupt and I shattered into a million pieces.

My body rose over the crest of orgasm as I watched his tongue flick ever so slightly against the sensitive folds my outer sex. I tried to raise my hips to press myself against that elusive, thrashing tongue but he held me steady. A plea rose in my throat but before I could release it, he plunged his stiffened tongue between my sensitive labia and licked everywhere. My agitated clit was being attacked without mercy and I screamed as he provoked yet another orgasm from my body. My wrists pulled at their restraints but there was nothing I could do to find reprieve from his mouth. He continued to eat me, moving his jaws in a relentless rhythm and sucked my clit between his teeth and abusing the most sensitive of my tissues.

I loved it.

I writhed in pure pleasure. After I could utter no further sound, he looked up, forcing himself to pull his tongue out from between my swollen and battered lips. He slapped my inner thigh as he loomed over me.

He rasped my name and grunted as he forced open my thighs. I looked down to see the aftermath of what he had done to me. The lips of my pussy were swollen, parted, and a dark reddish-purple. He somehow manufactured a condom out of pure air and knelt in front of me and lifted me up over his knee. He held onto my hips with one hand while the other narrowed his cock into my welcoming channel. Our shouts entwined as pleasure jolted through both of us when he flexed his hips and plunged his cock into me.

My body took the full force of his initial ramming and he began to thrusts in and out of me, keeping my thighs spread wide in the air. His pelvis smacked loudly and rapidly against my completely exposed pussy and thighs. Every inch of my being was on overload as the well-defined hard knob of his cock crashed against the sweet spot deep within my body, His heavy balls slapped against my pussy and his pelvis collided with my tender lips and clit.

I called his name and told him to fuck me harder. His eyes glowed with manic lust. He pushed my legs back and I screamed as he fixed my feet beneath the horizontal iron post of the bed. 

Rising over me, he supported his body on the bed post and pounded into me. The angle of the position he had forced me into was a uncompromising as it was wickedly arousing. I saw his orgasm looming and knew I had to take the pain and glory as much as I could in case it stopped in the next few minutes.

Hammering into me, he stopped mere seconds before he was going to explode. My expressive face stopped on a dime and I looked into his eyes. His expression was one of passionate hunger as if I had just teased a starving lion. I was amazed at how close he was to ejaculating but stopped. Not only stopped but seemed to turn that switch off.

Pulling out of me, he shifted my back higher and pulled me away from the bedpost as far as was possible so I was dangling in the air with him the only thing holding me from falling down. 

The next thing I knew, he was flipping me over. My arms crossed over and because of how tight the restraint was on my wrists, I could not move them or keep them from trapping my arms in place.

His hand spread across my hip and ass cheek, parting my thighs for him once more. He guided himself to the entrance of my ass. My lungs wanted to burst in the anticipation of what he was about to do to me. The angle was nearly perfect and my legs kicked and fought to possess him and guide him into me.

I inhaled with a hissing noise as he pushed the plum-sized head of his cock within me and he was greeted by my warm heat. I moaned shakily, both because of the sensation he provoked as well as the current state of my body. His hands rose to my hips and glided across the silky skin of my ass.

In the next moment, he thrusted his hips hard into me completely and forced me to take all of his length. I cried out in both exquisite pain and delight as he repeated it, withdrawing almost completely before filling my portal with his abusive cock. I struggled to find balance and as he neared my body a third time was able to wrap my thighs and knees around him to better support me. 

I was being driven crazy as he flat out tore into me. His cock, moistened the juices of my pussy, punished my ass and I fucking loved it. The wet sucking sound that the rim of his penis made every time he drew out of me made me want him to just skewer my body and finish me right there. He pulsed in and out of me, building a steady rhythm and I could begin to feel his cock pulse and throb within me with every movement of his hips. 

I moaned his name and tensed my thighs, finding a way to force his cock another inch into my clinging flesh. The bastard began to alternate a good, hard pump that pushed his cock so far into me that I felt I was going to burst with several quick, shallow ones that served to build me up and let me down as a torrid pitch was building within me. With every thrust of his cock within my ass, I forced myself to tighten the walls of my pussy and I could almost feel his cock beginning to bombard that narrow channel as well.

I tried to push back and found I was helpless to do anything but be his bitch, for lack of a better term. I figured out some time ago how to move my hips in this particular position and began to do so. The muscles were a little out of shape but my God the effort was totally worth it.

He now took one hand and reached around me, pinching the bottom of my swollen labia. Pulling and tugging on me, he fought through the lips and used his thumb to build a rhythm on my clit while two fingers began to pump in and out of my vagina.

His cock continued to jerk viciously within me and every time I felt him push forward, the feel of that muscle and his fingers became just that much more unbearable. I came. 

The orgasm was hard and fast. It had barely washed over me when another rose up to replacement and this one lingered, long and hard and completely took over my senses. I was crazed now and did everything I could to fight against him yet still have him possess me. His other hand reached for the back of my head and pulled on my hair.

Unable to keep a consistent grasp on me, his hand moved to possess the back of my neck. I loved the way his fingers clenched me so firmly and possessively. He pulled me closer to him, causing the leather of his belt to chaff at my wrists. I could barely keep my eyes opened at this point but with every open blink I saw my wrists bunched up and red from torment. It didn't feel like pain though. It was bliss.

A wail escaped my lips and I nearly sung out his praises as a third orgasm came crashing down around his massive cock. I was so involved in the alternating sensations of numbness and heat that I was feeling that I was almost caught unawares of his orgasm. I felt heat pulsing in my ass. It was fast and contained and made me want to feel his liquid desire wash inside of me unrestricted. The thought of his semen doing so brought me much pleasure as I fantasized about him shooting off inside of me. 

I heard him roar as the orgasm continued to surge out of his body and into mine. His body shuddered in the throes of this violent release and I tensed mine to enjoy his gift.

The moment he finished coming, he smacked my ass hard and withdrew from me. I heard the suction of the condom as it was stripped from his body and suddenly felt the heat of it on my skin. It washed over my lower back and ass and I loved it. I wanted to taste it but he wasn't going to let me. Instead, he found another condom, placed it on his still raging cock and fucked my pussy.

Dear Lord, we fucked all night and into the morning. There was no sleep.

In fact, we took a shower around noon and fucked there too. He took me out to lunch and drove me to Hank's to pick up my stuff. Luckily, Jason was my bodyguard because Hank was there and was unfortunately being a dick. 

Lucky me, I got the dick I wanted after I got back to Jason's place and he made the rest of my week very nice indeed.



My Big Bad Voodoo Daddy



He started to tug at my lips, desperate to feel more. One of my breasts was very near his head and he savaged it with his mouth; yanking and tugging on it with his lips and teeth hard enough to make me cry out in painful pleasure. I shifted myself and offered my other breast to him. He feasted on me, laving my tender breasts with his sinful tongue; giving both equal attention. His lips trailed down between my aching peaks, and he carefully put me down so that he could run open-mouthed kisses further down.

"Smooth," he mumbled, rubbing his cheek against my flat stomach. That tender caress sparked something wild in me, and, with an impatient moan, I pushed him down. He lifted my leg over his shoulder, and, starting at my knee, ran a line of kisses up the inside of my leg. I could feel the ball of heat in my stomach burning for more; to touch me more; to make me feel more.

And then he was there, running that delicious tongue between the lips of my femininity, to find the little nub that demanded his attention. When he took it between his lips, I screamed. When Jp began to suck on it, I felt like I was going to die from the sensations that were battering me.

Delving into my heat with his mouth; sucking and pulling on me until I was thrusting my hips in an unmistakable rhythm that demanded more from him. As he worked my throbbing clit between his teeth and tongue, Jp thrust a finger into my moist pussy.

One of my hands was clenched painfully in his hair, the other fondled a breast. Jp watched as I rubbed myself with a palm, and when I took my nipple between my fingers to pinch and twist, he closed his eyes, groaning.

As I panted harder and harder from his relentless assault on my senses, I could feel his desire mounting, yet he held it still in check. I laughed deliriously at his endurance. He pounded his fingers deeper into me instead.

I screamed as orgasm hit, and he could feel my body clench around his fingers as my body shuddered. I sagged against the bed, drained of the painful heat that he stirred in me.

Instead of letting me relax, he held me up. He slipped his tongue delicately around my very sensitive nub, careful not to touch it. My moans began again as his hands slipped in erotic, mindless trails up and down my long, slender legs, and up to my tight ass where he squeezed it gently. Using his hands and his mouth, Jared slowly worked me again into a frenzy. When my hands began to clench impatiently into his shoulder muscles, he pushed my leg down and glared up at my flushed face.

"Do you want more?" he asked. 

I nodded.

He demanded, "What do you want."

My hips moved slightly, showing him what I wanted, but he ignored it. "I want you," I stated, pushing herself off the mattress, "inside of me. Everywhere. Hard and fast. Now."

His growl sent shivers up my spine. Hard and fast. Now. 

I asked, and by the look on his face, I was going to get exactly what I wanted. Slowly, he stood, his large cock jutting out at a proud, arrogant angle. 

He glanced at my bed. His intense gaze went to the head of it. The headboard. Jp grabbed me roughly by the arm, and turned me to face the wall.

He took my hands and placed them on the wall. "Do not move them, or I'll stop. Understand?" When I nodded, he maneuvered my body to suit him: bent over far enough to have my bare ass thrusting eagerly out to him. With a foot, he spread my legs wide. "Ready?"

I hoped my sweet ass shone in the poor lighting, beckoning for him to push himself between the lovely curves. The position, and what he would do to me was purposefully demeaning. It excited me to be taken advantage of.

With my eyes fastened on the wall in front of me , he took his dick in his hand, stroking it as I had done earlier.

Jp could tell I knew what he was doing. My hips and ass moved as if to enchant him closer; sexy little moans escape my throat, begging for him. He moved in behind me, placing the tip of his thick head in the middle of my wet folds, rubbing its honey all over him as he continued to pump. I was becoming desperate, he had to be able to notice by the rigid way my shoulders were set that kept me from turning around.

For a moment, the thought of teasing me a little longer must have crossed Jp's mind, but then, with a quick and brutal thrust, he pushed his way in. My warmth enveloped him, then suddenly, clenched tightly around his dick as an orgasm ripped through my body.

Riding the waves of my pleasure, he began to drive ruthlessly into my soft body. His hands gripped my hips, and he pulled me back to meet each thrust with a resounding smack! Harder and faster he rode me, I loved the way his balls bounced off the back of my thighs. 

"Yes, yes! Harder," I screamed, "Harder!"

Again and again he pummeled his cock deep in my body; knowing that he was hurting me, and also knowing that I wanted it. Knowing that I desired to have her luscious back end bruised by his need. Then suddenly he staggered, beaten down under the weight of his release. He felt my body tighten around his again, and he exploded as my wet heat milked him. He jerked as my aftershocks pushed him over the edge again, pleasure surging through his body and into mine.

Jp laid his head against my back as I leaned against the wall. We were both dripping with sweat and his cum, and little shivers swept though me as my body remembered the breathtakingly sinful act we had just committed. 

His hand tightened on my hips for a moment, then dropped. But he still didn't move, and I was completely happy to have the wall hold us up.

Then I spoke, "You are a great fuck!".

When I laughed, he groaned from the tightening of my muscles. "What now," he asked.

His voice, low and harsh, sent my nerves into a new tumult of desire. I grinded my ass against his body, and delighted as I felt his softening cock instantly harden. "We should take advantage of the tonight and the time we have left." I whispered in his ear. I flicked my tongue out, running it along the curve of his ear.

Jp shuddered as I sucked his lobe in my mouth and teased it with my teeth. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me closer, "I like that."

He arched my back and slid back into my body, both of us working back into what was now a familiar frenzy of passion. I think about what his cock was doing to me and how hard it is. How wet and sensitive I am. 

Oh my God. I sit here fingering myself as I think about Jp and that night. His massive cock brought me endless waves of pleasure well into the wee hours of the morning. What he lacked in style, his body and cock made up for. This encounter was all about getting laid, though. We have hooked up several times since then, but have not seen each other for a good four years. Thanks to MySpace we have recently gotten back in touch and who knows, if our paths cross again, I would love to have that massive cock inside me again.