5 comments/ 50542 views/ 2 favorites Unlocked By: wickedtmptrss I went to bed around midnight, and was in that place where you're almost dreaming, yet still vaguely aware of your surroundings, when I heard the little chirp of my home alarm. I thought I'd imagined or half-dreamed it, but I wanted to check the lock on the door, just to be sure. I was dressed in a little black nightie, which was fine for sleep, but the apartment was cold, so I grabbed a long robe to cover myself. As I reached the door, I put out my hand to check the lock. Suddenly there was a hand covering mine, and another around the back of my neck, and I was pushed against the door. "Do not move or make a sound." My heart and mind began racing-where did this man come from? Why was he in my home? What was he going to do to me? I began to hyperventilate and whispered, "Please don't hurt me." "I've been watching you, and you are going to get what you deserve tonight. You left your door unlocked, so I know you want it." I never leave my door unlocked; it had to be when I brought in my groceries earlier, and I must've forgotten to check it before bed. He spun me around and threw me back against the wall to face him. It was so dark-I couldn't even see his face. The light coming in from outside was so dim that I could only make out shadows. I was only able to tell that he was black, bald, and muscular. He pressed up against me, and had my arms pinned to my sides. "What are you going to do to me?" He leaned to whisper in my ear, and said, "I am going to make you feel EVERYTHING." "No, no, no..." I kept repeating, begging him not to hurt me. Each time he tried to kiss me, I kept turning my head away. He finally used his forearm to hold me back, and the other hand to hold my face in place so that he could kiss me and stick his tongue into my mouth. I wanted to bite it, to hurt him, to make him stop, but I feared that would only hurt me in the long run. He then released his grip on my face and reached down to slide a finger into my pussy. I didn't want him anywhere near there, but then he gripped my pussy hard, and took one of my hands and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his hardness through his jeans, and the size of what I felt with my hand scared me. He told me to keep my hand there, or he would hurt me. He turned me around, and forced me to walk backwards toward my bedroom. He surely must have been watching me before this night, because he knew exactly where to go. For a moment, I lost my grip on his crotch, and he used a free hand to yank my hair until I found it again. When we reached my bedroom, he closed the door and pulled off my robe. He threw it to the side, and then pushed me up against the door. Again, he slid a finger in my pussy, and then tore off my panties with one hand. "You won't be needing these anymore. What's this? You're wet?! You're liking this?! I was right all along: you ARE a slut!" I can't explain it. I was being violated, and yet my pussy was responding in a way that I could not explain. As he fingered me, I could feel my wetness increasing, and my pussy started to tighten around his finger. I was forced down onto my knees, and he held my long hair with one hand. "Open my belt and pull down my zipper, bitch." I did as I was told, still breathing so fast and shallow I thought I might pass out. When his zipper was down, he pulled out his hard cock and shoved it into my mouth. Immediately I began to gag. He laughed at me, and started fucking my face, still gripping my hair tightly. My head was banging against the door behind me, and I know that he liked that, but then he used one hand on the back of my head to force his dick further down into my throat. Again, I wanted to hurt him so that I could get away, but my fear wouldn't allow it. Suddenly, he leaned down and felt my wetness once again, and then pulled me to my feet. "You little slutty bitch. You are about to get what you deserve." He threw me down on the bed, and I cowered in the corner. He took off all of his clothes, and in the dim light coming in from the street, I could see the outline of his body. Perfect, in every way. The kind of body I would love to have on top of me, inside of me. Wait! What was I thinking? He is in my home, and he is forcing himself on me! I was pinned to the bed, with my arms down at my sides. He tried spreading my legs with one of his, but I fought him every step of the way. He grabbed a handful of my hair, and said, "The more you fight, the harder I will fuck you." I wish I could explain why those words got my pussy juices flowing even more. I didn't want him to take me, but something DID want to feel that hardness inside of me. My fear prevailed, and I kicked and fought as much as I could. He leaned down close enough and I bit his bottom lip. That really incensed him, and he swiftly spread my legs and rammed his hard cock inside of me. My head was a mess; I couldn't think clearly at all. In my mind, I knew that what was happening was so very wrong, yet my body was responding as though this was exactly what I wanted. At one point, he released my arms to put my legs up over his shoulders. That would've been the time to try to make a move to get away or try to hurt him, but I didn't. Instead, I clutched the covers, digging my nails into them the way I was wanting to dig my nails into his back. As he continued pounding into me, he could feel my wetness covering him. All of a sudden, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm building up inside of me. I didn't want to let it happen, but his cock felt so good inside of me that I couldn't stop it. I tried to stifle my scream so he wouldn't know that he made me cum, but the combination of my muscles tightening and contracting around him, together with the flood of my juices, were a dead giveaway. "You little bitch-you came didn't you? I knew you wanted this." He let my legs down, and was right on top of me, his face in front of mine. This time, when he kissed me, I didn't turn away. I responded, kissing him feverishly, and my hips joined into his rhythm. I wrapped my arms and my legs around him, and pulled him deeper inside of me. Our lips, our tongues, our mouths, were everywhere-licking, sucking, and biting as though we were starved for what only the other could give. I dug my nails deep into his back, and he moaned with pleasure. I felt him harden even more, if that were possible, as I also felt the stirrings of another climax building up inside of me. All rational thought was gone at this point. All I knew was that I had to have this man, this intruder who had forced himself upon me and threatened to hurt me. I wanted to have him feel me cum all over him again and again; I needed to feel him cum inside of me. I didn't want this to end. I felt him pump faster and faster, his orgasm building right along with mine. As I cried out, I felt his whole body stiffen, and he let out a primal yell as he unleashed himself into me. I felt wave after wave overtake me, and he collapsed on top of me, both of us spent from the experience. The aggression, the fear, the lust...all combined to make me lose my mind with this stranger. Neither of us spoke as he put his clothes back on. I was at a loss for words. He left without a word, and as I locked the door behind him, I made a mental note to change the locks, just in case... Unlocked My Master has commanded that I should leave my door unlocked so I do. My Master has commanded that I give myself a series of enemas, at least two. So I start by filling a water bottle and add one teaspoon of salt to it while the water still runs. When the 2 quart bag is full, I attach the hose after making sure the clamp is in place. I hang the bottle on the wall of my shower and get down on hands and knees as my Master has taught me. While the water fills me, I lightly stroke my clit with the pad of my middle finger as my Master has commanded but take care not to cum. My Master has not commanded that privilege. The water fills me and a few minutes later my belly begins to cramp. I imagine that my Master is petting my head and whispering to me that I suffer so beautifully for him. When I can no longer hold the solution, I run to the toilet and relieve myself while imagining my Master's words of praise and reassurance. I repeat the process and shower afterward. When it is finished, I am exhausted. But I have no doubt that this is only the beginning of my Master's pleasure, the preparation phase of our evening, for I know my Master well. He has instructed me to slowly drink two four ounce glasses of 2005 Tommassi-Vitticoltori Valpolicella. The wine alone lets me know that tonight will be different. I drink the wine gladly, but with nervousness. Typically my Master forbids alcohol of any type before or during our time together. I would never question Him, for he knows what is best concerning his sweet, obedient slave. But it is Friday night. I am tired but excited and the wine is wonderful. It is rich and mellow. It warms me and I begin to relax even more. I've had the wine in the pantry for over a year; saving it for a special occasion. My Master is very observant to have noticed it. We usually play at His house, but He must have seen it on one of the rare occasions He's been here. My Master has commanded that when the wine is finished, I go urinate then bind myself to the bed, face down with my hips over two pillows covered with a towel. My Master has affixed handcuffs to my bed which I can lock on myself, but not get out of unless Master is there with the key. It took a lot of trust in my Master to lock myself to the bed with the understanding that my only way out was for Master to come and unlock them. But I trust my Master above all others and know that He will always take great care of His property. I place my pillows in the middle of the bed and lay a soft towel over them. I bend over them with my ass in the air. I reach forward and lock myself into the cuffs without hesitation. The enema, hot shower and 2 glasses of wine have completely relaxed me and it's not long before I've dozed off. I'm woken by my master stroking my spine from the back of my neck to my tailbone. I stretch like a cat and I hear my Master chuckle. "You're my good girl, aren't you lewna? You've followed my instructions to the letter. I'm so pleased." My master coos at me. "Yes, Master. I'm glad you're pleased, Master," I answer. And I am in no way being insincere. I am glad that He is pleased. Nothing in this world makes me happier than pleasing this man, my Master. The light is low in the room and Master is still stroking me. He tells me again what a good girl I am and then asks, "You know what I do to good girls, don't you, lewna?" I tremble because I do know what Master does to good girls. "That's right, my sweet little slut. I make good girls cum, don't I?" I keen and am on the verge of orgasm and Master has not touched my genitalia yet. He always does this to me. His words completely enthrall me. "I have a treat for both of us tonight, sweet girl," he says. He picks up a shopping bag that He must have set on the floor before I awoke. He sets it next to me on the bed and then pulls out two of the strangest items I can imagine: a rubber glove and a small container of Crisco. I don't understand and Master can tell because he chuckles at me again. "I know you're confused sweet girl, but my intentions will become clear very shortly. You see, I know how much you love for me to fuck your sweet ass, you little slut. I know how you love to suffer through the stretch and discomfort for me." Now He's rubbing His hand down between my ass cheeks and He's rubbing my pussy, collecting my wetness (which is plentiful.) "I know how you love for me to open you for my pleasure; and tonight, I'm going to open you like never before." I tremble again in excitement but maybe a little in fear also. What does this mean? What's he talking about? He ass fucks me whenever it pleases him, which is fairly frequently. And while I haven't always loved it, per say, He's taught me to turn my pain into pleasure; to realize that my discomfort is His ecstasy. Now I relish in the feeling of having his big cock up my tight ass. Then it hits me: The glove... He's planning on stretching my anus with his hand. The whole hand? He's showed me videos of women getting their asses fisted, but they do that stuff for a living. It's hard enough for me to take his cock, much less his whole hand. What if it hurts me? I mean, I know it's going to hurt, but what if he harms me? I'm swamped with doubt and fear and then I hear my Master, "I know you're scared, sweet girl. But you know I'm not going to give you anything you can't take. You trust me. You know it and I know it." He has two fingers in my pussy now and is slowly stroking them in and out of me. He continues, "I'm going to stretch you so good and so slow and your sweet little ass is going to swallow my hand so nicely. Now just relax and let me in." His voice is so smooth and lulling and I don't realize it, but as He is speaking to me, He opens up the Crisco with His free hand. I feel a finger on my anus with a glob of the Crisco. Master's finger circles around the pucker, distributing the grease all around. He withdraws and gets a bigger glob. He rubs in more, further out from my anus on my inner-cheeks. "That's it my sweet slave. Just relax and feel me rub in the grease. You know I can see your little pussy from here. It looks so lonely. I don't think I'm going to touch your little cunt all night." I exhale in disappointment and Master laughs. "Don't worry slut, you're going to cum. You're going to give me the hottest, strongest anal orgasm ever from having my big fist up in your guts." Master's dirty words make me gasp, and as I do he slides 2 fingers into my asshole to the hilt. I exhale quickly and he fucks me with them slowly, but with purpose. After a few minutes, he begins to scissor them in the tight hole, the way he used to when I was new to anal sex. It is obvious that he is stretching me. Just then he withdraws both fingers, but immediately pushes one back into me, with another big glob of the Crisco. I exhale slowly as a second and then third finger enter my swiftly loosening anus. Master slowly and methodically stretches my ass open, seeking room for expansion wherever he can find it. I moan and breathe deeply while he does so, and then he begins to speak to me in the way that only he can. "How do you like me preparing your ass for my fist, slave? I know you're horny for it you little whore. I know you like for your master to use you for his pleasure. That's why I'm here, baby. I know what you need. No one can do for you what I do for you. Who else knows that you not only want, but need to have your tight little asshole stretched, and then fisted by your Master?" I groan at Master's dirty words, but he doesn't stop there. "That's it sweet girl, Master feels you loosening up. Guess what? I've got another finger for you. Are you ready for it?" I know he's not really looking for an answer because with that he withdraws all of his fingers, dips his hand back into the Crisco, then reapplies the tips of his four fingers to my ass. I become nervous, but Master's words continue to focus me. "Open now, sweet girl. Open for Master... Open, open, open... Oh yeah..." With that he slides all four into me. I struggle a little. I am trying to relax, but I am finding it difficult. That's when Master says, "You know what my little lewna? You're being such a good girl, I think I will rub your little clit. But you have to promise that you're going to relax and let me in. Are you going to relax, lewna? Are you going to let Master's whole fist into your slutty little rectum? Answer me!" "Yes, Master!" I pant out. "Yes, Master what?" He asks calmly. "Yes Master, I'll open and let your fist into my sl-slutty little rec-rectum." I breathe out. He fucks all four fingers into my ass over and over. Then he begins the stretch. He spreads his fingers as much as possible while gently rubbing my clitoris. My eyes roll back in my head while my ass is split open by Master's four large fingers. Then he pulls them in together and I feel him tuck his thumb and hold it at the gateway of my anus. "Here we go baby", he says, as he pushes forward. At first it isn't much different from the stretch of the four fingers, but shortly thereafter his knuckles reach the gateway and things get... Well tight is the only word I can think of. "Now's the time slave. Now is when you submit yourself to me fully. Open that sweet ass and let your Master in... That's it girl, that's it. Open to Master." He says as he corkscrews his fingers in and out. Then I feel his knuckles pushing against me, attempting to slide in. He is relentless. The pain is acute but splendid and I feel myself exhale a breath I don't know I am holding. As I do, Master inhales and I feel his whole hand slide inside of me. That initial entrance is like nothing I can explain, like taking in the biggest butt plug you can imagine, except that it's pulsing with human life! I expect to pass out from lack of oxygen at any time. "Oh, my lewna! Oh, sweet girl! You have my hand in your ass. Did you know that?" Master asks with a little laugh as I feel my anus close around his wrist. He gives me a few moments of respite but I can feel every slight movement of his hand in my ass. Master continues to rub my clit in slow circles and I feel as if I am watching the whole scene from the other side of the room. Finally Master speaks in a harsh whisper, "You dirty little bitch, your asshole swallowed my hand. Now I'm going to make a fist and fuck you with it." And so he does. I feel his fingers move into a ball in the depths of my rectum, and it stretches open like never before. He slowly pulls back until his big fist is at my sphincter. The stretch hurts, but also feels amazing in ways I can't describe! Then he slowly pushes forward: literally into my guts. Cocks don't go this deep and I feel a little cramping, not to mention more stretching of my sphincter from his now widening forearm! It feels like I am his puppet, he, the ever-controlling puppet master. I let out a little cry from the pressure in my bowels and the stretch of my anus and rectum. Master backs off. He says, "Okay sweet girl, no deeper tonight. I got in halfway to my elbow. Next time, we'll see how much farther I can get!" Then Master really begins to fuck my ass with his fist while he rubs my clit with more pressure. I am gasping for breath, but soaring at the same time. I feel like my insides are going to come out with his fist, but I don't care. Master says, "Are you going to cum, slut? Are you going to cum with my fist fucking your ass? Cum right now! Cum for your Master!" And I do, spectacularly. I hear screaming and realize later that it must be my own. Moments later I want to pass out, but Master begins the process of extracting his hand. I really begin to wish that I will pass out at this point, but an interesting thing happens. As Master backs his way out of my ass, I realize that He is not taking his time as he has for the rest of the evening. This is causing me some discomfort and I begin to pant and groan, but Master doesn't seem to care. As soon as his hand his free of my ass, he unfastens his pants and pulls out his own cock. He gives it a few good tugs then presses the tip to what I now realize is my open anus. After a few more tugs, Master comes in what feels like quarts inside my gaping, abraded asshole. I'm a little shocked, but his delicious cum is so soothing that I simply slump in my bonds and hope that Master will let me pass out. Before I do so, I remember to thank my good Master for the attention he has shown me. "Thank you, Master, for fist fucking my slave ass and letting me have a phenomenal orgasm." I wheeze out to him. Master is breathing hard and bracing himself with one arm on the mattress. He lets out a laugh and says, "You're quite welcome my sweet little slut. I'm so proud of you. You've done such a good job this evening. You've served me so well." I answer, "Thank you, Master," and begin to drift. I am briefly awakened by a warm damp cloth gently wiping over my battered anus, then Master unlocking my handcuffs. He lifts my middle off of the pillows, throws the towel on the floor , replaces the pillows at the head of the bed and positions me with my head on them. I drift off to the feel of Master patting my brow with another clean cloth, taking my pulse, then spooning behind me. That's all I remember of the evening. Unlocked Door Hot water rains down on me from the shower head. I quickly shampoo and rinse and work a thick conditioner through my waist length dark auburn hair. Clipping the slippery mass on top of my head, I notice movement outside the open bathroom door. Through the crack between the glass shower doors I see the figure of a very large man. A thrilled shiver runs down my spine. I've been dropping hints since he moved in down the block but I didn't expect him to just walk in like this. Liking the idea that he is watching me, thinking I am unaware, I decide to put on a little show. I slather my body with a creamy scented body wash, making sure to linger on my large breasts. I moan softly when my fingers slide against my tingling nipples. I shave my legs, underarms, and my pussy. I rinse the cream off and stroke the wet folds wringing another small moan from my throat, knowing that he's watching me. I unclip my hair and start to rinse the conditioner from my coppery strands. When the water runs clear, I turn off the tap and squeeze the water from my hair. I make sure not to let him know I have seen him and when I open the shower door and grab a big fluffy towel he sinks further back into the shadows in the hallway. I dry my body and gently squeeze the excess water from my hair, again clipping it up on top of my head. Thin tendrils curl damply around my face. I smooth scented lotion all over my body making sure to lean over and give him a good view of my pink pussy. I stand up and quickly apply a small amount of makeup, just liner and shadow in coppery browns to make the green of my eyes sparkle and a little mascara and clear lip balm. He is still watching me and I wonder when he will make his move. I hang the towel to dry and step out into the hallway not surprised that I don't find him waiting for me there. Curious to see how far he will take this, I step into my bedroom and pull a black lacy bra and matching panties from the dresser. Putting them on, I slip on a pair of impossibly high black leather stilettos. I can see a shadow lurking just outside in the hall. I unclip my hair and shake it loose into damp waves and curls, flipping my head upside down to fluff and separate the curls. My curvy ass is pointed directly at the door to give the best possible view and when I stand up I squeal in false surprise to find myself drug roughly up against a hard male body. I struggle a little just to keep up the charade, twisting around to face him. Strong hands grip my upper arms while my much smaller ones press against his thickly muscled chest. The soft cotton of his tee shirt stretches tightly around biceps like tree trunks and tucks into the narrow waist of a pair of well fitted dark denim jeans. He smells so good I want to melt into his body but I hold back. I want to follow his lead. He quickly shoves me up against the wall proving that my instincts to be submissive are correct and his aggression is really turning me on. He drags my hands up above my head and captures both of my wrists in a steely grip while staring hotly into my eyes. I open my mouth to speak, to protest, something, and his lips come down on mine with punishing force. I struggle a little but only enough to press my tingling breasts more tightly against his chest while his free hand slides down my body and grips my ass, pulling me against the obvious bulge in his jeans. I whimper a little and start to kiss him back tentatively, meeting his questing tongue with my own. My compliance seems to turn him on and he growls against my mouth, using his big body to make his strength and control very clear. His free hand strokes up and down my body claiming every inch of me as his. He tilts his head back for a moment, meeting my eyes with his. His hand relaxes slightly on my wrists and I take the opportunity to free them only to slip them around the back of his neck and pull him back down to me for a kiss so electric it almost feels like my hair is standing on end. I slide my hands over his shoulders and down his chest and belly to tug the tee shirt out of the waistband of his jeans. He takes the hint and quickly peels it off over his head. My mouth waters at the sight of the curves and bulges of his torso. I kiss a path down his chest while slowly sinking to my knees. I caress his thick erection through confining denim, kissing my way up and down the length. I can feel the heat radiating from his body. I look up at him with liquid green eyes and when he gently brushes my long hair back from my face it is at direct odds with the dangerous image he presents. He steps back just a bit and reaches for the button on his jeans. I am already wet and the anticipation has me squirming. The zipper comes down and I can see that He's not wearing anything else. When the jeans sag down to his knees his enormous erection springs free and I whimper a little. It is hugely thick and throbbing visibly, a pearl of fluid appearing on the tip has me licking my plump pink lips. I decide to continue with my submissive posture and deliberately clasp my hands behind my back. I lean forward and kiss his upper thigh, trailing my tongue closer and closer to his groin. He gently cups the back of my head guiding my tongue to his testicles. His other hand presses his dick up against his belly so he can watch me lick and gently suck the tender skin. I linger there for several minutes before looking up to catch his eyes, making sure he watches me lick up the underside of his cock. He releases it and tangles his big fingers in my coppery curls while I run my tongue around the head, tasting the precum collecting there. I lick my lips, making them slippery and he slowly thrusts forward, sinking deep into my eager mouth. I can feel him bumping against the entrance to my throat and I've only taken half of him! I make a hungry sound low in my throat and push forward slowly swallowing him deeper until my nose brushes the thatch of hair at the base of his cock. He thrusts slowly but firmly in and out of my throat, pulling back only long enough to allow me to breath. My tongue swirls crazily, wanting to feel and taste every throbbing inch of him. Suddenly he pulls back and lifts me to my feet, kissing me gently. He quickly strips off the jeans, socks, and shoes, in what seems like one single motion. I stand there quietly, waiting for him to make the next move. Just watching the play of muscle under his skin and the feral grace of his large body makes me intensely excited. He moves toward the bed, never breaking eye contact. Slowly, I do the same, sliding the straps of my bra down over my shoulders. I stop just within arm's reach of him and unclasp the bra, letting it fall to the floor. His low growl thrills me and I step past him to climb onto the bed on hands and knees. Thinking he will follow me onto the bed I begin to turn only to feel strong hands grip my hips to hold me in place. He strips the panties down my thighs and I lift my knees so he can whisk them completely off. Strong fingers caress the rounded cheeks of my ass, stroking and kneading them before sliding down to pull my thighs far apart. I lean forward, letting my upper body rest on the bed. Callused hands travel over my creamy pale skin in firm strokes, making it clear who is in control and that thrills me even more. I am so open and exposed in this position. Finally he reaches the spot I have been desperate to feel his touch. He parts my folds and finds the hard little bud of my clit first with his finger and then with his tongue. I moan softly, the sensations both gentle and intense. I can't believe how close I am to an orgasm and he has barely touched me. He continues to attack my clit with furious strokes of his tongue, sliding first one thick finger and then two into my dripping wet opening. After a moment he changes the angle of his thrusts pressing firmly against my g-spot with every stroke. Not every guy knows that trick and that's a shame because just a few strokes later I cum hard; hot fluid wetting my inner thighs. The pleasure is so intense that my whole body shudders with every gentle lap of his tongue against my clit. Aftershocks are still wracking my body when he climbs onto the bed, pulling me down onto my back to lie beside him. His scorching kiss makes me shiver and I can taste myself on his lips. My slender fingers stroke his shoulders and I drop kisses on his cheeks and chin and down the thick column of his throat. I feel him turn my hips toward him and lift my leg high up over his rib cage. He guides the broad mushroom shaped head of his erection to my pussy, slowly entering me. I bite down gently on the corded muscle between his neck and shoulder as he fills me; so thick and so deep. Our bodies press tightly against each other and our mouths fuse together as if to share souls. I squeal softly when he grips my hips roughly and pulls me upright on top of him. I rise up to my knees and ride up and down grinding my clit hard against his pubic bone. His large hands slide up my ribs to my big breasts and tight tingling nipples. He guides one to his lips, kissing it gently and licking the hard peaked tip before sucking it hard into his mouth. My hips buck wildly as my climax approaches and my moans rise in pitch along with the intensity of the pleasure until I shatter on a silent scream with my head thrown back and my back arched. He grips my hips hard and thrusts up into me roughly, my internal muscles clenching tightly, rippling up and down his shaft. Finally my body quiets and he gently rolls with me, again pressing me into the mattress on my back. He kisses me softly and pulls out of my body. I know he hasn't cum yet and I wonder what he is doing but my questions are soon answered when he presses his hard cock, still wet from my pussy, against my tiny asshole. I pull his lips down to mine and raise my thighs high up on his torso to give him easier access to my ass. He is so thick that I wonder if I will be able to accept him. He pushes harder and the muscular ring of my anus slowly opens to allow him inside. I shudder and pant, and finally feel his pubic bone come to rest against my pussy. My hands grip his massive shoulders and I whimper softly when he starts moving slowly, long strokes deep into my unbelievably tightly stretched ass. It feels so good. I move with him pressing up onto his impaling member, clinging to his shoulders. He growls against my neck and suddenly I find wrists pinned to the mattress on either side of my head. He stares into my eyes, letting me know who is in charge even as his thrusts become faster and rougher. With every demanding thrust, he grinds hard against my pussy, against my throbbing clit. He can tell I'm very close to cumming again so he moves even faster, his whispers telling me to let go, to cum on his cock, to cum for him. His words set off the fireworks and my cries ring off the walls as I climax, so wet, my back arching and my vision going gray at the edges. I shudder uncontrollably and every hard deep stroke draws another gush of hot fluid from my dripping pussy. Finally I feel him tense above me and with a low groan He fills my ass with thick hot jets of cum. Our bodies slow and eventually come to a stop, still joined together. He rolls to his side, pulling me close, sliding out of my ass but remaining pressed close against me. His arms wrap around me tightly and I giggle to myself when I realize that he is dozing. Suddenly feeling absolutely exhausted myself; I cuddle up even closer to his warm chest and flip the sheet over us. I'm not sure where this will go but at the moment I am feeling extremely relaxed and pleasantly drained.