Story 34 #3
The kiss was that deep and that fiery. It was the kiss to end all kisses. It was the kind of kiss that all legendary love stories wove into their romantic plots. It ignited a fire that traveled all through my body adding to the heat that Mr. Ellis had already so expertly stirred up.
My loins required no further provocation. Mr. Ellis had already
worked them up to a frenzy but he still was not finished with his formidable foreplay. He coasted his tongue back down to my breasts for
a brief reunion before introducing it to my engorged clit. My kitty purred in delight as his lips carefully caressed it; gently pinching it in between his teeth.
He finally let his tongue loose to wail against my luscious pussy lips. It thrashed around my layered labia, meandering here and there as my hips began to react to the gentle yet torrid storm of his tongue lashing. He tasted the rim of my twat and then plunged his tongue inside; trouncing me in all directions.
It was like he suddenly had ten tongues and those ten tongues were playing a serious game of tag with my pussy. His tongue flew everywhere; walloping my wet wonder cave with endless doses of ecstasy. He was beating my cunt with his tumultuous tongue just as he had beat my pussy with his menacing manhood.
I grabbed him by the back of his head and buried it into my insatiable snatch. I threw my legs over his shoulders and pushed my soaked snatch into his face. I rode his face like I was riding a rollercoaster; holding on to him as my crotch rose and dipped in alignment with the awesome turbulence caused by his all-pleasing tongue.
“Oh, Mr. Ellis! My pussy! Please don't stop!” I begged as I placated him with the use of his name calling preferences. “Eat that kitty! It feels so damn good,” I yelped as my encouragement pushed his cunt eating to euphoric extremes. I arched my pussy towards the source of its pleasure; greedy for more.
I was ignited and about to burst. The electricity coursed through my body; finally culminating in a rich release of my nice and nasty cunt cream. He soaked it up like a starving man soaking up the last morsels of a delicious meal. I lay there shaking from the explosion. He sensuously tickled my tummy as he observed the results of his grand work.
“I see you liked that, Zoey. I liked it too. Your pussy is delicious. I'm ready to stick my cock in it when you're ready.” Oh, the way he spoke to me. His words alone were enough to cause a spark. His coinciding confidence was enough to engulf me in flames. I was willing to do almost anything he asked as long as he spoke to me in that manner.
He loved that I was woman enough to surrender to him. I had no qualms about submitting when I knew that my submission was going to lead to such mind bending orgasms. He had me wrapped around his finger and I knew he wanted to wrap me around his prick for another round of pussy pounding.
“Yes, I'll do whatever you want me to do, Mr. Ellis. You're the boss. Your wish is my command.”
I know he loved that shit. He smiled from ear to ear. “That's what I like to hear, Zoey. Thank you for playing to my whims. I'm going to reward you now. I'm going to give you a big raise. This big raise,” he said as he stroked his stone-hard missile in my direction.
“Would you like a big raise?”
“Yes!” I played along.
“Can you handle the big job?”
“Oh, yes!”
“Ride my cock then, Baby! Ride it good!”
He laid flat on his back. His large beast stood straight in the air like a roaring bear standing on its hind legs. I was about to conquer the wild animal. It wasn't going to devour me. I was going to devour it.
I swung myself on top of his groin and straddled my legs around his hips. I secured myself in for the bumpy ride. He held his man part in place as I slid my silken pussy down it. I slid down his proud pole like I was a firefighter sliding down a steel pole on the way to a five-alarm fire. I dropped all the way to the bottom.
He kissed my hands before planting them on his chest. He grabbed me by my waist and tossed me up and down his rock hard pecker. I struggled to hold on as my body bounced in the air, landing keenly on his pulsating wonder stick. I rocked back and forth on the steely rod as he directed me with the unrelenting grip of his clasped hands.
He swished his cock up into me. I swooned as he chugged and churned it into my dripping wet cunt. The sounds of him penetrating my slushy slot filled the air along with our moans and groans. I leaned back to press the full weight of my crotch onto his massive mountain of meat. I rode his cock like a world class equestrian who was determined to take first place.
“Mmm, that's good,” he belted out. “That's damn good, Zoey.”
“Do you like it, Mr. Ellis?”
“I love it, Babe!”
He rose to meet me, my breasts pressed against his chest. I threw my legs around him to hook him in. His thrusts were of the lovemaking sort just like the kisses he began to embellish me with. He seized me by my hair, pulling it back to expose my neck which he immediately lunged upon. The passion was super intense. This was the lovemaking side of himself that he spoke of.
Mr. Ellis was not rationing out his moves. He was showing me all parts of himself and I was enjoying being the audience of this interactive, erotic exhibit. Again my lips became jealous of the attention he was giving to my body, in particular my long, soft neck. I wanted to lock lips with him again as I rode him. I wanted our tongues to be just as intertwined as our bodies.
We were wrapped in each other, a full-on body embrace. We were fully united in our quest for sexual satisfaction. His throbbing meat rod stretched the insides of my tight, young twat. My tight, young twat hugged the tremendous amount of meat that was stuffed inside.
I coasted up and down his pole as he continued to slowly and softly thrust up into me. He read my mind and met my lips with his. They locked as our wandering tongues found one another. Our lip embrace grew more intense as did my bouncing on his dick. The lovemaking portion of our rendezvous was coming to an end.
He was about to fuck the shit out of me again and as his dutiful employee, I was going to submit once more. He laid me on my back on the floor. He mounted himself over me and started slamming his vicious rod high and low into my gushy gash. I stretched my legs wide open to give him room to handle his beastly business.
I was craving the wild fuck he had treated me to earlier. I wanted him to take charge again and plow the shit out of my gluttonous glory hole. Like my mind, he read my body with absolute clarity. He slung his pecker in me from every angle. He wove and ground the mighty sword methodically into my smooth, suede slit.
He unleashed a full force and unbridled barrage of deep dick diving thrusts into me. He pounded me out like a prizefighter seeking to demolish a worthy opponent. His cock pulled no punches, instead, it landed them with flawless accuracy, knocking the bottom out of my grateful gash. I grasped his arms and stretched my legs even further than they already were.
I wiggled under the enormous pressure of his slamming cock. I rotated my coochie to compliment his mixing and stirring motions as he repeatedly plummeted his large, stiff pecker all about. I had a pussy full of his walloping and wicked dick. His fucking was exponentially marvelous. Every stroke seemed somehow to be even more magnificent than the last.
“Throw that dick, Mr. Ellis!” I managed to shout in between the thumps from his torpedo.
He ravished me. He let his cock do all the talking for him and it spoke loudly and unabashedly. He hit the bottom of my snatch and plunged his rod into my guts. I clenched my tight pussy around his pecker and started rotating my pussy. I wasn't playing docile this time. I wanted to show him I was 110% present and accounted for; that I was willing to fuck his cock back as hard as he was throttling my twat.
“Oh God!” he grunted. “Oh, God!”
He had worked both me and himself up to the point of an imminent orgasm. I thought he was going to split my pussy open with his completely out of control clobbering of my insides. He extended his unit far and wide into my sweet honey pot, trying to unleash my juices along with his. His fucking paid off and together, simultaneously, we both climaxed.
“Sensational!” he yelled as he collapsed beside me. “Oh Jesus, can you handle a dick!”
“Boy, can you throw one!” I returned the compliment.
We had fucked for hours, not even including the brief appetizer we enjoyed in his office earlier that morning. It was time for me to go. I didn't want to chance falling asleep so I gathered my clothes and threw them on my cum stained body. I didn't even care. I could have swum in an ocean of his nut as good as his sex was.
I arrived home utterly intoxicated and exhausted from my day full of fucking. I practiced my facial expressions for work the next day. Deena was already full of suspicion and I didn't want to be the one to confirm them. I showered, ate, and slept the rest of the evening away. I wanted to be fresh for the next day of work just in case it included another roll in the hay.
I waltzed into the office the next morning completely confident that rehearsing my facial expressions the night before would ward off Deena. I strolled to my desk with her eyes following my every step. Mr. Ellis' door was closed and the phone was blinking indicating he was on a call.
“Everything OK with your family?” Deena couldn't even wait until I sat down.
“Just fine, false alarm. Thanks for asking.” There, I diffused the situation immediately. Kudos to me.
The rest of the workday was uneventful. Mr. Ellis spent most of it in his office and Deena spent most of it peering at me. She was definitely upset about something and I had one good guess as to what. She left early as I stayed behind late into the evening to finish the work left from yesterday.