5 comments/ 22357 views/ 1 favorites Polish Delight Ch. 01 By: Deimos1 Shortly after I finished graduate school, I decided to expand my horizons and travel. Since I had neither job nor family, there was little to tie me down and Ryan, a close friend of mine, kept writing to tell me to come to Poland. He was working as an English teacher in a small town in the country's southwestern corner and often wrote to tell me how much I would enjoy life in central Europe. Ryan's e mails always included details about much fun he was having and how beautiful Polish women were. He told me that he had a spare room and, once I was there, finding a job would be easy. So I packed some clothes and some books in an army surplus duffle bag and set off for Europe. I arrived in Poland tired and hungry and after eating a quick dinner and talking to Ryan for a bit, I hastily fell asleep in my new bed. Because of my exhaustion after the long flight I slept like the proverbial baby and did not rouse even when Ryan left to go to work the next morning. I awoke in Poland groggy, jet lagged, and to an unidentifiable loud metallic buzzing sound. I was momentarily confused and quickly took stock of my surroundings in order to remember where I was and how I had gotten here. I checked my watch and discovered that it was 9am and I had slept nearly 12 hours before awakening. I arose from the disheveled bed and lumbered towards the bathroom where I hoped to relieve myself before finding something to eat. As I ambled closer to the apartment's facilities, I noticed that the buzzing sound was growing louder, but my hazy state and need for urinary relief forced me to push such thoughts into my mind's deeper recesses. I quickly used the bathroom, washed my hands, and started to make my way towards the kitchen. After exiting the bathroom, I turned the hallway corner and was immediately startled as I came face to face with a diminutive young woman who was vacuuming the carpet. The unexplained buzzing sound now made sense, but the tiny vacuum operator's presence did not. I looked down at the arresting young lady and estimated that she was about 5'2 and maybe 100 pounds with striking red hair and sensually pale skin. At 6'1 and 175 pounds, I felt like I towered over her and could not help but stare at her small sexy body. She was dressed in a tight grey tank top that nicely displayed her highly toned physique. Her small breasts sensually pressed again the shirt's fabric and her pale eyes and even paler skin were so mesmerizing that I had difficulty focusing on the situation at hand. Social conventions dictated that I introduce myself, find out who she was, and engage her in conversation, but a combination of surprise and lust has rendered my higher level cognitive abilities nearly useless. Fortunately, she apparently did not suffer the same malady and abruptly inquired, "Who are you?" I stared at her pouty lips as she voiced the question. Her words were deeply accented, aggressive, and sharp and her voice was surprisingly authoritative for someone so small, fragile-looking, and beautiful. I could already tell that her jagged words could quickly become weapons with even a hint of provocation. Regaining my faculties, I replied, "I'm Steven. I'm living here with Ryan now and you are?" "I am Magda. I clean apartment," she answered while blatantly looking me over. Her penetrating stare appeared to be almost territorial and her face revealed no hint of affability. "I just got here from the U.S. and you are the first Polish person I've met," I ventured, hoping to turn the conversation into a pleasant direction. She looked at me with seemingly little interest and replied, "Ok, I finishing cleaning." She then turned around and continued vacuuming the rug. I stared at her back for a moment as I tried to reconcile my feelings of bewilderment and slight anger. Did she really have no interest in speaking to me whatsoever? How could I have failed to make even the smallest impression on her and why did it bother me? I had just met her but I wanted to know her. Rarely does one awaken to a beautiful young stranger in his apartment and I was determined to take advantage of this situation. So, I helped her finish cleaning the apartment and used the opportunity to make small talk and learn about her. I found out that she was 18 years old and a senior in high school. (I was 31 and had attended my ten year high school reunion when she was 15.) She was hoping to go to college in Krakow and wanted to travel the world. We talked about her taste in music, films, and books, as I took every possible opportunity to flirt. Magda had a boyfriend who had left the previous year to attend a university in Warsaw; the distance had cooled the relationship and was making her rethink what she wanted. The stunning young beauty was cleaning Ryan's apartment because she needed the money to travel to Croatia for a summer vacation. It quickly became clear that she was enjoying the attention that I was lavishing on her and I realized that her former fierceness was a defense mechanism that she used to hide her true shy and submissive nature. Her increased submissiveness excited me and made me more aggressive as I began to test her limits. Her tiny sensual body and her standoffish yet submissive manner had caused my cock to quickly stiffen and I could think of little else besides exploring her wondrous body. As we cleaned the tiny cramped kitchen I carried a small bag of trash to the door and purposely brushed past and rubbed against her, causing my erect cock to press against her small tight ass. She was standing in front of the sink washing dishes and I lingered for a moment to make it clear that this was no accident. I heard her breath catch and watched her pale skin flush, which only served to embolden me. After setting the trash bag in the hall and I turned around and saw that she was no longer washing dishes but rather was looking at me. Magda's skin was flush with excitement and her nipples were erectly poking through her shirt's thin fabric. I reached down and pushed her ginger hair behind her ear as I rubbed my hand against her delicate fair skin. She shivered with excitement as I touched her and I looked into her soft blue eyes. I took her head into my hands and kissed her deeply, as I bowed my head to allow my lips to reach hers. In an instant I was lost. The world became a blur of heightened senses and overly defined moments. Her mouth was soft and yielding, as my tongue explored and my hands flowed through her hair. She smelled like a combination of sweat and lilacs; an amalgamation that rivaled the best Parisian fragrance. I quickly learned that her ears were overly sensitive as I nipped at and sucked her lobes and took pleasure in slowly running my tongue around her ear's ridges, whispering to her how beautiful and exciting she was. I lifted her up and placed her on the countertop, so that she was at eye level, which provided easier access to her remarkable body. My hands pushed under her tank top and I cupped her soft breasts as I kissed and bit the side and back of her neck. I palmed and rubbed her breasts so that her hard nipples flowed between my long fingers, creating delicately sensuous friction. I then ran my teeth across the back of her sweet neck after alternating between kissing and biting her soft skin. My mouth returned to hers, as I lifted her shirt to expose her breasts to the morning air and begin softly pinching and tugging her erect nipples. She moaned into my mouth and bit my bottom lip, as I twisted her stony nipples, which only served to excite both her and me more. Something inside of her snapped as she quickly began fiercely biting my lips and tongue, while pushing her hands under my shirt and clawing my chest with her short nails. Our coupling soon turned into a virtual melee of kissing, biting, licking, scratching, and pinching. Our base needs overtook us and pushed us towards a union that was intensely and unyieldingly animalistic. At that moment, only her body and mine existed. Nothing mattered except my uncontrollable need to have her. I wanted nothing less than to take every part of her. Magda and I had worked ourselves into a sexual frenzy that threatened to consume us both. After pushing her against the wall behind the counter, I pulled myself away. I then briefly stared at her lust filled face and then quickly yanked her small tank top over her head and threw it to the floor. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me while simultaneously lowering my mouth to her beautiful breasts. Slowly regaining part of my composure, I began licking and sucking her hard nipples. Pressing my tongue flat against her stony nipples, I licked long slow strokes and then short quick circles. I placed her nipples between my lips and licked and sucked them feverishly, ultimately biting them when I could no longer control myself. As I alternated between breasts, Magda moaned and ran her hands through my hair enjoying the attention that I was paying her beautiful body. I licked and sucked and bit as I again lost myself in her essence. She moaned and cursed at me with jagged sounding Polish words that for me held no meaning but propelled me forward nonetheless. Her small pale breasts were pert and smooth in my hands and her rosy nipples were stiff and sensitive between my lips and teeth. The more feverishly I overtook her, the more she yielded and submitted to me. I licked down her body, kissing and sucking her intoxicatingly smooth skin and continuing to caress her naked breasts. As I kissed her stomach and slid my tongue across her navel, my hands glided down her body and pushed under her shorts. My mouth continued its sensual assault on her lower regions and my hand rubbed against her panties, feeling how hot and wet she was. My palm grinded into her panty covered pussy as she pressed back against me. I raised my head and gazed at her lust covered face while she moaned and pushed greedily against my hand. I then quickly pulled her shorts and black bikini panties down and gazed adoringly at her beautiful naked body. My hands ran down her legs and thighs and I relished the moment. Although I ached for Magda, I willed myself to slow down and enjoy the entirety of her. So, I deliberately rubbed my hands against her sexy thighs spreading her legs wider, with my palm and fingers pressed against her soaking pussy and sexy manicured bush. I rubbed and teased her before I slowly lowered my head between her legs and pushed my mouth against her wetness. I buried my face in her sweet pussy and licked and sucked her again and again as she thrashed and moaned while pressing her needy pussy into my face. Her womanly scent overwhelmed and excited me, while her nectar tasted like sexual ambrosia. I slid my longest finger into her as I lapped my tongue against her clit, then gently nibbled her engorged pearl. My finger pushed faster and deeply as I ate her pussy before finally sending her over the edge. Madga soon became so excited that she tightly wrapped her legs around my head while fiercely humping my face. For a moment I thought that I would suffocate before I was able to adjust my mouth enough so that I could breathe while continuing to eat her amazing pussy. She came loudly and with abandon showing my face no mercy as she violently fucked my mouth. I understood none of what she said but under the circumstances no translation was needed. When she finally uncoiled her legs from around my head, I practiced unencumbered breathing and then leaned down to kiss her. "I taste good," she said. Commenting on her pussy juices that now covered my face. "Yes, you do," I agreed, as I ran my hands over her sweaty body; unable to stop myself from touching the smoothness of her skin. "I've never had that before", she purred, still visible enraptured and a little shaken after her orgasm. "My boyfriend thinks it is not clean to put his mouth there." "He's an idiot," I countered with a smile. "If he was smart he would stick his tongue in your pussy every day. You're absolutely divine, I love eating your pussy. You taste so good." "You do not know me enough to say that," she said with a snarl. He post-orgasmic high had receded and her emotional wall of pain and anger had returned. "I do not know why I did this. I do not know you and all you want is to have the sex with me. All any man want is the sex. Now we will have the sex and you will tell me to leave, so that you can go to sleep or watch the television." Magda slumped back on the counter and spread her legs indicating that she would endure me sexually using her, so that she could be finished with me. Although she was still incredibly beautiful, I no longer wanted her; at least not in this way. I didn't want her to agree to have sex with me; I wanted her to need me to fuck her. I wanted her to desire me inside of her so strongly that she couldn't say no. To submit to me, so that I could pleasure her again and again. I wanted to take control of her body and her mind. I wanted her to open herself to me, so that I could explore her in ways that she had never imagined. All she wanted now was to leave and at this point I was willing to let her go. "I don't want to have sex with you today," I answered ignoring my raging erection. She stared at me in surprise. "You need to go home now," I said, looking into her eyes and enjoying the look of bewilderment on her face. "You are saying to me that we will not have the sex now, yes?," she asked, believing that she must have misunderstood the English words. "That's right. We will not have sex today," I reiterated. "I'm not going to have sex with you just because you feel guilty about it or just to be done with it," I said as I looked at her sternly. "But you did not have orgasm," she observed, still trying to fit the pieces together in her mind. "I had orgasm but you did not." "True and it looked like you enjoyed yourself," I ventured, reminding her of how she felt a few moments before. "You're wrong though, I don't want to use you. I want you to need me." "I do not understand," she replied, obviously unprepared for such a turn of events. "Go home and think about it. If you ever want me to touch you again, you will have to ask me. If you want me to fuck you, you will have to beg me." "Women do not beg for the sex. I can have the sex whenever I want," she said angrily. "You can't have it with me," I replied as I picked up her various items of clothing and handed them to her. Unable to comprehend the situation and sure what else to do, she got dressed and walked towards the door. "I'll see you the next time you come back to clean," I said as I opened the front door. "Let me know if you want to see me sooner." As Magda angrily peered back at me, I slowly shut the door and headed towards the shower. The seeds had been planted and now I would have to wait and see if they bore fruit. To be continued Please, let me know if you would like to read further stories about Magda. Polish Delight Ch. 02 After Magda left, I took a long shower and then wandered my new apartment in irritated silence. Just a short time before, my face had been buried deep in her enchanting pussy. I could still smell her musk and remembered the feel of her silken skin as I silently cursed myself for being so strong headed. I knew I was right though and that the only way I would be happy is if Magda submitted to me willingly. I did not want to quickly fuck her and never see her again. Rather, I wanted to explore her desires and introduce her to new pleasures and perversions. The notion of seducing and molding such a beautiful exotic young woman deeply excited me. Although I wanted to chase after her and tell her that she needed to be with me, I knew that such actions would be counterproductive. Young men had chased Magda for years and these clumsy attempts at seduction had convinced her that she was an object of desire that men valued only for her looks and her sexual abilities. Most likely, no man had ever told her that he prized her mind and her body and she would not believe it if I expressed such sentiments. What Magda needed was time to think about today's events and space to consider what she needed and desired. The truth is that I did not know Magda and I was only guessing about all that I thought I knew. There was an undeniably strong attraction between us though, and I wagered that she would not be able to forget what we had done. There was a chance that I would never touch her again, but it was not a risk because I could not accept half measures. So, I tried to push Magda from my mind and focus on my new adjustment to life in Poland. While I often looked for her on the street and masturbated while thinking of my tongue buried in Magda's pussy, I found other things to occupy my mind. In my first few week as an expat I had found a job teaching English, was dating another local English school's secretary, and was thoroughly enjoyed the local nightlife. Although I was living in a small town, the clubs were fun, the beer and vodka was good, and the women were beautiful. What more could I ask for? I was soon making a new circle of friends and was deeply enjoying my life. It came as a surprise when I one day again awoke to the shrill sound of the vacuum cleaner. I knew that Magda came to clean the apartment every three or four weeks, but Ryan had no idea which day it was and I had been out late the night before. The buzzing vacuum jolted me from my slumber though and immediately focused my mind on Magda. Amusingly, the vacuum's noise now seemed to hold an erotic connotation as my cock became instantly erect. One brief interlude with the vacuuming Polish beauty had created a Pavlovian response that was certainly more fulfilling than salivating. I mused that I was now classical conditioned whether I liked it or not and I wondered if I should rename her pussy the "Skinner box." After momentarily checking my hair in the mirror, I quickly dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and tried my best to hide my now fully formed erection. I reminded myself to be patient and walked down the hall towards the bathroom. Although my body urged me to rush to the young Polish beauty, I willed myself to slowly go about my morning ritual of showering, shaving, and brushing my teeth. Following my ablution and other grooming I exited the bathroom and deliberately walked to the kitchen. I noticed that Magda had not begun work on the kitchen and surmised by the vacuum's sounds that she was still straightening up Ryan's room. Needing something to occupy my time and fill my stomach, I began scrambling eggs, frying bacon, and making toast. I prepared an extra portion of each, in order to have something to offer Magda when she arrived in the kitchen. I placed her food on a plate on the stovetop next to me and leaned against the counter as I ate. Before long the vacuuming ceased and Magda entered the room pretending to be surprised to see me. She wasn't a very good actress though and it was clear that she had heard me making breakfast and knew that I was awaiting her in the kitchen. "Good morning," I said with a smile as I watched her enter the room. Much like the last time I saw her, she was wearing small black nylon shorts and a gray tank top, which deliciously hugged her beautiful body. "Good morning," she replied, taking note of how my cock pressed against my shorts, causing her nipples to visibly harden. Dedicated to taking control of the situation, she quickly added, "Will you soon be finished. I must clean kitchen." "Why don't you have some eggs and bacon first," I asked, as I handed her the still warm plate of food. "Afterwards I can help you clean the kitchen again, like last week." She sternly stared at the food-filled plate extended from my outstretched hand and then into my eyes. She didn't speak but instead peered at me as if trying to solve a riddle. Her beautiful eyes belied no sense of tenderness and her striking face was a non-descript mask that successfully hid any hint of emotion. "If you don't take it then it's going to get cold and that would just be a waste," I explained, setting the plate down on the counter near her and walking over to the refrigerator to get a glass of water. Appearing to violate her better judgment, Magda picked up the plate of food and at sat down at the small corner table. She slowly and silently consumed the meal, while peering across the room at me. As I watched her eat, I again noted how aggressive she was in form and action. This angelic beauty worked hard to project only strength and hostility. Everything from her posture to her tone of voice screamed that she was not to be trifled with. Her outward manner screamed to leave her alone and not to even look at her. Naturally, Magda's belligerence only made her more appealing to me. After finishing the last of her food, Magda stood up and placed her plate in the sink along with the other dishes. I quietly enjoyed the stunning view of her tight beautiful ass as she leaned against the sink and her small pert breasts pressed against her shirt when she turned around. I was lost in carnal thoughts and visions when she locked her eyes on mine and challenged, "You think you give me the food and I will give you the sex?" "I didn't have to make you food this morning you would have let me do anything I wanted, the last time I saw you and I didn't give you anything," I countered with a cocky smile that I knew would infuriate her. "The last time I was not strong. My mind was not strong and I was not the hunter," she said in the cryptic manner of someone speaking a foreign language. "Are you usually the strong hunter?" I asked, gazing down at this delicate young woman who worked so hard to be fierce. At this moment everything about her excited me. I wanted nothing more than to have all of her. I knew that her aggressive posturing was merely a thin layer of whitewash over her true submissive nature and that she was, in reality, a scared young girl trying to act as if she was in control. "I am always strong and the hunter," she spat, as she looked at me with contempt, knowing that I was toying with her. "You weren't too strong when I had my tongue in your pussy and you were cumming all over my face," I offered, remembering the feeling of eating her pussy as she orgasmed. "I was in control of you and you would have done anything that I wanted." Magda looked at me angrily for several moments and then surprisingly her expression softened, as she seemingly also remembered our previous meeting. "That was no good. You did not keep rules and I was much surprised. It was not just." "What are the rules and how am I being unjust?" I asked, honestly taken aback at how quickly the conversation had changed. I had hoped to seduce her but I did not expect Magda to be so honest and forthcoming. I knew her bravado was a protective emotional barrier and was surprised when she allowed me to peer behind the wall. It reminded me how young she really was. A better man probably would have felt some sense of valor or paternal instinct towards her. I only wanted to be inside of her. "You know rules. Do not pretend to be child," she answered blankly, obviously trying to gain the upper hand. "You could have the sex but you want something not clean and not have the sex." "You didn't like it when I licked your pussy?" I questioned, changing the conversation's direction to better fit my priorities. I was immensely enjoying myself at this moment; knowing that I was shaping the verbal boundaries of a discussion/ argument that she could not hope to control/win. I was beginning to take control of her and the idea was excessively exciting. I was planning to take her body soon, but now I was beginning to fuck her mind. "You know I like," she quickly and embarrassedly replied with a sigh. "How could I not like? But it is not just for you to do that." "Why?," I quickly retorted seizing the offensive and attempting to not allow her time to think. I wanted to pressure her to respond without time to weigh and censor her words. Rather, I needed to force her to exist as a stream of consciousness reactor, rather than a self reflective thinker. "It is not clean and you saw me too much," she answered much too fast and then visible wished she had not. "What did I see that I shouldn't have?" I pressed, already knowing the real answer. "You do not know me. You must not see inside me," she explained, sounding deeply philosophical and vulnerable. "But I did see inside of you and you liked it," I lectured, leading her closer to where I wanted her to be. "I already said I like. Why do you want me to say again?," she said, obviously frustrated. Thoughts of our tryst were making her perceptibly excited and irritated. 'You did things to me and then made me leave. You did not want the sex. Why did you not want the sex?" "So, you're angry because you think I do not want to have sex with you?," I translated, knowing that there could be nothing further from the truth. "No, I know you want the sex. I see your large chuj and know that you only want the sex," she fired back, looking down at my erection pressed again my shorts and knowing that I could not deny how hard my cock was for her. "No, you are not just. You do not make the sex with me when you want. You know that if you not make the sex you will be strong and I will be weak. You are not just." I looked at her for a moment and was amazed. She understood this game better than I could have ever imagined she would. Not only was she beautiful, sexy, challenging, and secretly submissive, she also was extremely bright and capable. I suddenly was even more deeply attracted to her, which only a few moments before I would have sworn was impossible. "Maybe you should let me be strong. Maybe it excites you more than you want to admit," I ventured, enraptured as I quickly began to penetrate Magda's defenses. "If you are strong then I am weak. If I am weak then I will feel pain," Magda explained more honest than I could have anticipated. "I won't hurt you. I will only do the things you want. The things that you cannot stop thinking about," I answered, as I looked into her suddenly vulnerable eyes. "I do not know you," she offered as one last hint of resistance and then lowered her gaze to the floor in an act of submissiveness and defeat. Her young body and deep desires had become too much for her and she no longer could fight herself. "Now is the perfect time to start," I opined, as I pulled her towards me and softly kissed her delicate lips. My hands caressed her face as we kissed. Time slowed as my tongue conquered her mouth and my hands explored her body. I relished the feel of her pert breasts, smooth stomach, and rounded hips and allowed myself to be briefly lost in the moment. I was entranced by her beguiling mixture of strength and weakness and needing to make her mine. My hand slid down her tight short and under the elastic waistband of her panties until my fingers and palm were rubbing against her soaking pussy. "Why are you so wet?," I asked with a cocky smile. "Do not play game," she spat, her defensive coping mechanism briefly returning. "You know that I want this. Do not treat me like child." "I know what you want but I also want to hear you say it. The last time I saw you I told you that you had to beg me to take you. I am going to keep my word." For a moment Magda thought of protesting. It was apparent in the way that she moved, almost like a vestigial action that betrayed her years of building emotional walls against anything and everyone. This faded quickly though because she no longer had the will or the desire to fight the intense sexual desire that coursed her body. "I want you to make me feel better," she finally voiced softly, lowering her head unable to come to come to terms with her submissiveness. Under normal circumstances she would never have uttered such a sentence but our previous meeting, coupled with her fantasizes in the interim, and her strong sexual needs had overloaded all reason and former training. She had never wanted anything so badly and now was experiencing the unsettling consequences of her new found sexuality. "I will make you feel much better," I said as my palm continued to grind into her ever wettening pussy. "Now tell me that you need me to fuck you," I commanded, while raising her chin so I could stare directly into her eyes. "Fuck me," she answered quietly as my fingers teased he engorged clit. "Please, fuck me." "How bad do you want me to fuck you?" I continued, loving the way that the word "fuck" sounded in her strong Polish accent. Hearing this formerly hostile sexy young thing reduced to begging me to fuck her exciting me beyond belief. "I have strong desire for you," she confessed, no able to hold back her thoughts and feelings. "I think about you since I saw you last." "Take off your clothes for me, so I can see your body," I ordered, unable to continue with our verbal games. As much as I enjoyed the oral sparring, I now needed to have Magda physically and in a much different oral way. Surprisingly, Magda did not argue or even so much as scowl, but rather she looked relieved as she quickly pulled her shirt over her head revealing her beautiful naked breasts. I stared in silence as her shirt fell to the floor and she pushed her shorts down her milky legs and stepped out of them leaving only her small black bikini style panties. Without any prodding or cajoling Magda rapidly removed her panties and stood before me naked. I gazed at her, taking in her beautiful body and creating a mental picture that I could keep in my mind forever. I soon caressed Magda's body, pulling her tightly to me as I rubbed and stroked her beautiful skin. I cupped her taut breasts, teased her erect nipples, stroked her sensual red hair and soft pale neck and ears, and ran my palms across her smooth back and flat stomach. Her body truly was a wonderland and I lifted her onto the countertop in order to have my way with every inch of her. I continued to stroke her wondrous body as I also kissed every part of her. She skin felt, smelled, and tasted so good under my tongue. I spread her legs wide and licked up and down her thighs before my tongue found her warm wet pussy waiting for me. Magda moaned loudly as I licked her, grinding her pussy into my face and using her hands to push my head into her womanhood. With my face buried in her pussy I licked and kissed, sucking on her clit as she humped my mouth harder and harder. I slid my middle finger into her tight warm pussy as she face fucked me and then I used the other hand to slowly slide a finger into her unexpecting ass. The combination of my skilled tongue on her clit, my finger sliding in and out of her pussy, and the shock of my other hand's finger in her ass quickly sent her over the edge, as Magda wrapped her legs around my head and came violently while aggressively screaming several words in Polish. I stroked and caressed her legs and thighs and waited for her body to shop shaking. I then climbed onto the counter and hugged her as she came down from her orgasmic high. I waited to see if after her orgasm she would become belligerent and hostile but no traces of that part of her surfaced. After a few minutes I untangled myself from her and stood up. She gazed up at me as I removed my clothes and soon stood before her naked with a raging erection. My cock felt like it was about to burst and I needed to fuck Magda more than ever. The taste of her pussy still remained on my lips and the smell of her pussy still filled my nose as I braced her against the counter's backsplash, spread her legs, and slowly pushed my cock into her. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us need to. I stared into her eyes as my cock inched into her tight wetness. I heard her groan and watched her face contort as my cock filled her pussy. I settled into her for a moment enjoying the tight heat of her and then I slowly slid in and out of her. Fucking her deeper and harder with every thrust. Her pussy gripped me, as if daring me to fight with her while fucking her. I grabbed her hips and thrust into her, fucking her again and again. She moaned and made erotic noises that have no description, but that excited me nonetheless as I continued to push in and out of her inviting body. Magda clawed my chest and dug her nails deeply into my back feeling as if they were drawing blood. The pain and the pleasure on pushed me to violate her pussy harder and I fucked her with abandon as she panted and squealed. We fucked each other like animals as I pounded my cock in and out of her and she took every opportunity possible to bite and scratch me. Once I lowered myself closer to fuck deeper and she seized the moment to sink her sharp teeth into my exposed shoulder. I yanked her hair in order to force her to unclench her jaw, which invigorated us both, propelling us towards orgasms. We fucked each other savagely, both reveling in the ability to exert ourselves fully without fear of broken boundaries or terrible repercussions. Soon Madga's body began to shake and shudder towards orgasm and as she began to scream, my cock explored I pushed deep inside her and filled her with my cum. Our bodies remained tangled in a sweaty sticky mess for some time while we both processed and adjusted to what had just transpired and gathered our strength. As we lay on the counter I thought of Magda and began to plan the fun that her and I would have together. This was only the beginning, and soon I would have Magda doing things that she never would have dreamed that she would do . Thank you to everyone who provided feedback on the first story. Please let me know if you would like to read more stories about Magda.