Be Careful What You Wish For Part 4

The moment Geoff pulled into my driveway, he stared at me with a stern expression. My entire body vibrated with lust, and the thought of him being domineering with me made my cunt gush.

"Take off your top," he commanded.

I'd asked him to treat me like his fuck toy, so I gladly did as he commanded. Other cars rolled down the street, and the thought that they might see me undressing made my nipples so hard that they tingled. As soon as my tits were exposed, my date shot me an impassioned smile, lust dancing over his features, and he reached out and tugged on my nipple.

"Harder! Treat me like a whore."

Smiling, Geoff obeyed my pleas and ravaged my breasts. His hands worked magic on my flesh, making me pant. His sexual pawing set my flesh on fire, an orgasm building in my core from nipple-play, alone. Far too soon, his hand left my body. My sexy date picked up my discarded top, and he unlaced it. Smiling evilly, he held the laces aloft.

"Arms forward, hands together."

My entire body trembled with lust. I thrust my arms forward, wrists touching. A horny glint in his eye, Geoff expertly bound my wrists in front of my body. Feelings of sexual helplessness consumed my mind. I became his bound captive, "forced" to do his perverted bidding.

"Please, promise me you're going to use me," I whined. "Be nasty and make me your whore."

"I'll do more than that," he laughed.

My new boyfriend shot me an impish wink and reached out with one hand and grabbed my skirt. With a fluid show of strength, he tore the fabric from my body, leaving me nude in his car. I heard the fabric rip.

"Don't worry," he soothed. "I'll buy you another one."

With that, he rolled down his window and threw my mutilated clothes on the ground.

"I know your game," he accused.

His sexy tone made my slit drip volcanic honey, my body shuddering at the charismatic command in his aura.

"Oh you think that you know... oh, fucking fuck."

His fingers shot to my velvety folds, the lubrication of my multiple orgasms and arousal allowing two of his fingers to thrust all the way inside. His hands played my pleasure centers, thrusting gently into my sodden pussy while he expertly strummed my clit.

"You get off on pushing your limits, always wanting to get wilder and crazier. Your kink is going insane."

As he spoke, his hand quickly lifted me to the brink of orgasm. Geoff knew this. I could see it in his eyes. Instead of making me cum, his speed and intensity tapered, holding me at the brink of orgasm.

I could barely talk, only managing to say, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes." Moans escaped my mouth, my body convulsing.

"But what really makes you hot is knowing that others get off on how much a slut you are. You're not just a whore; you're an attention whore. You love it, don't you, you slut?"

"Yes, I love it. Oooh, mmm, aaah. Oh, fuck," was all I could manage.

"Admit that you're a dirty slut who gets off on being wanted, and I'll let you beg to cum."

My teeth bit on my lip, primal growls emitting from my throat. Lusty sweat broke out over my flesh, and my legs heaved along with my aching tits.

"It's true! I'm a fucking dirty whore who needs everyone to fucking want to fuck me. I need it; I want it. I get off knowing how horny I make everyone. I crave it. Please, can I fucking cum."

His fingers played a sonata on my clit, others thrusting inside me. Speed and pressure increased, making my sensitive nub vibrate to the fast pace of my thundering pulse.

Looking me in the eyes, Geoff withdrew his hand from my dripping pussy. I felt my juices dripping out of me, soaking the car's seat. His other hand quickly attacked my needy hole, but that time, one of his fingers penetrated my overheating ass, as well as pounding my cunt.

Geoff's other hand, dripping my nectar, roughly grabbed my face. He gently forced my face to stare at his. My hot fluids dripped down my cheeks.

"Open," he commanded.

I eagerly opened my mouth, my jaw stretching as wide as I could muster. I thought that he was going to force my mouth over his still-hard cock, but instead, his cum-sodden hand left my face, and he plunged his soaked fingers into my mouth. I eagerly sucked my sexual sweetness from his digits, moaning.

Geoff's voice held dominating command and sexiness "If you're as big of a nasty, dirty slut as you claim, cum for me, Amber."

I've fucked an endless parade of lovers in my life, both men and women. Some of them were talented and adept, others, definitely not. I enjoyed each one of them. My boyfriend, however, not only knew and accepted my kinks and burning need to be the sexual center of attention, he was a sexual maestro.

As he told me to cum, something in Geoff's manipulations of my urgent sex changed and shoved me over the edge. When he said, "Cum for me, Amber," his hand thrust into my mouth, simulating oral, and the one fucking my holes and rubbing my clit slammed into my pleasure centers. Even if I had wanted to resist, mastery over my body was no longer mine. Geoff forced me to orgasm harder and longer than I had in a very long time.

My entire body collapsed, no longer strong enough to hold me upright. My legs shuddered in convulsions as my arms flailed about, making the laces binding my hands together cut into my flesh. I was so turned on that the pain forced my mind-melting cum to greater heights. I couldn't speak, only wail in pleasure as I flopped around. My orgasm was so intense that my writhing made his SUV rock.

I ended up lying on the seat, my head in his lap. His hard cock pressed against my cheek, and I smiled, mewling in a satisfied post-orgasmic glow.

"Good girl," Geoff told me.

I laughed, meekly getting up to my knees. "I'm not your good girl," I playfully retorted. Raw passion crossed over my features. My boyfriend knew how to make me need more and more, and I loved it. My tongue snaked out, licking the residual vestiges of my nectar from my lips. "I'm your dirty whore."

I noted his amused grin but ignored it and plunged my mouth over his hardness. I forced my head as far down the shaft as I could. I can easily deep-throat most men, but his girth, alone, made that impossible. The fact that he was also very long prevented me from getting my lips down to his balls. The length and girth combined only made me need his hard cock all the more.

No longer taking my time and teasing his beautiful cock like I did on the ride over, I pounded my mouth up and down, sucking as hard as I could while my tongue whirled around the head and shaft. I'd earned his cum, and determination to feel it shoot down my throat filled me.

"Huh? Why'd you pull my head away? Give me your cum! I'll do anything. Don't you want to shoot your jizz down my throat?." I paused and smiled. "I know. You want to cum all over my face, don't you? I love that!"

Geoff chuckled. "Maybe, later," he said, stunning me.

To my dismay, he forced me up and tenderly held my head. My lips parted on instinct, and we kissed. It was a torrid, sexual one that reignited my passion. Always dripping horny and ready to fuck, suck, or tease, I savored the effect Geoff had on me. For three dates, he'd fanned the flames of my passion, and I hoped that the payoff would be worth my while. He exceeded my wildest dreams.

I reached out with my bound hands, trying to stroke his cock, but my date broke our kiss and opened his door. His impressive cock still out, he walked to the passenger side and opened the door. I quickly turned to face him, smiling. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me out of his car. Geoff's touches showed me manly strength, but his grip was gentle and comforting. I giggled when he tied the laces around his cock, binding me to that huge hunk of flesh I was so eager to stuff inside my aching hole.

Geoff reached into the car and pulled out the bag of booze, one of his feet kicking the door closed. Wanting to show him that I willingly participated, I dropped to me knees in my front lawn and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Even though my hands were tied around the fleshy spear, there was plenty of cock left for me to suck on.

"Still want to hear all my slutty adventures?" I asked, my mouth returning to service.

Feeling inspired and wanting to know, I looked up again.

"More than you could imagine. I get off on watching as much as you do showing off, and one of my kinks is sexy women's dirty confessions, especially when they turn her on."

I briefly contemplated asking him to marry me, right then and there. Instead, I asked.

"Do you want me to walk inside or crawl? I look good on my hands and knees, especially if you like sexy asses."

Geoff only growled. Instead of answering, he picked me up, using only one arm, and slung me over his shoulder. Balancing me as if I were weightless, he held me in place, his hand playing in my wetness as he walked.

"The lock and alarm code is 696977," I moaned.

"77?"

"Like another sixty-nine, except you get eight more." I paused. "Ate more! Get it?"

His had left my smoldering butt and spanked me. I moaned at the slap, feeling my juices drench his shirt. "You're the one who's going to get it."

"Please, please, please."

Inside, he gently lowered me to my feet and untied me.

"You get comfy, as in get those fucking pants off, and I'll mix us some drinks. Want some edibles, now?"

"I have to warn you," he guffawed. "If you get me stoned, I'll get so horny that you won't get a single second of sleep. I'll want to fuck you all night long."

"Then, I'll get you a lot of them."

I trotted into my kitchen, hoping he wasn't put off by the multitude of games that occupied the shelves lining my living room. Sex toys of every type and size, some of them modeled after science fiction and fantasy items, sat between my games and novels.

I quickly poured some tequila shooters and rum and colas, grabbed a fresh bag of aphrodisiac edibles, and strutted back out. Geoff's pants were neatly folded on an end table, his shirt on top of them. I sat beside him, dripping with anticipation. To my joyous shock, he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. Other than us being nude and my body drenched with the heat of passion, it was a romantic moment.

"Oh you big softie," I smiled. My hand grabbed his cock. "Really big."

"Nice place," he observed, looking around.

Up to that point, Geoff had only gone as far as the front stoop, never entering.

"I gave you the code, so you can come by any time you want and fuck me."

"What if you're with somebody else?"

"Then you can watch or join in, if you want. I'd cum my brains out if you caught me being a slut and joined."

We clinked glasses and fed one another edibles. For a short while, we conversed about our mutually shared hobbies, gaming, computers, and other things. My hand never strayed from his cock, and my free hand dipped into my wet treasure box more than once. I moistened the rim of his glass with my liquid heat, sometimes licking my fingers clean.

"What do you want to know, first?" I finally asked.

"Um," he teased, running his fingers through that pussy-drenching hair of his. "Your love of exhibitionism."

"Oh," I mused, leaning back and spreading my legs. "Wait a second."

I sprung up and ran to one of my toy boxes. I pulled out a firm, slender tentacle dildo. I liked the way the suction cups caressed the walls of my pussy when I fucked myself with it. I sat and drained my drink, smiling in horny abandon.

"That would be Dave's and his son, Danny's fault." I paused. "Now, remember, I told you total and complete honesty. This is a bit too taboo for some guys."

Geoff nodded, sipping his drink. "No problems. And, like you said, if it's too much for me--which I doubt--I'll walk. No drama, no worries."

"You don't walk until you fuck me with that huge cock of yours, mister!" I paused, enjoying his impish chuckle. "Well, Dave was kind of my stepfather, which made Dan a sort of step brother."

"You and your 'sort ofs.' Tell me."

"My real dad was in the military and died when I was a baby--nothing dramatic, just a training accident or something. Mom was always pretty wild, and objectively hot, so there was always a rotating menu of men in our lives, mostly hers. Women, too. Now yo know where I get my libido from."

"I'm sorry to hear that." His hand caressed my bare leg, sending electric jolts of arousal all over my body. "Not having a father must have been difficult."

"It's cool," I admitted. "Well, when I a senior in high school, she started dating Dave. He was awesome and never tried to be my father. Luckily, it worked out, although they never married, hence the sort of. The night of my eighteenth birthday, Dave and mom sat me down before cake and presents and asked me if it was cool if he moved in."

"Good for them."

"Good for us! He was super-cool, and I really liked him. Plus, Dave was super fucking hot, not to mention sweet. Just looking at the man made my cunt gush. He was a fucking horn-dog, though. They got into partying it up, always sharing, and swinging, all sorts of kinks. Mom was a dirty-talking screamer, so you have her to thank for me inheriting her dirty mouth."

"I'll send the woman a thank you card."

I play-punched him. "Shut up! Well, I was a legal adult and figuring out what I liked, sexually. As you know, it's pretty much all of it. I dressed like a slutty whore around Dave all the time. He'd try to play it cool, but I'd make him so hard. It turned me on so much that I'd tease him endlessly, then masturbate for hours on end. I always made sure to make lots of noise. I knew he listened, and I fantasized about him stroking himself to me."

"You, my dear, are a cruel and sadistic tease. I like that."

"Oh, it gets worse," I replied.

I smiled broadly, moaning as I ran the bulbous shaft of my dildo over my soaked pussy. The texture hit all the right nerves, and my body shivered.

"So, I got use to wearing see-through tops and short shorts, miniskirts, things like that. Since I had to do my own laundry, which I loathe, I stopped wearing bras and panties. That just made him drool all the more. After a few weeks, there wasn't a single night that I didn't make him hard for me."

"You are a dirty slut," Geoff smiled, standing up.

"Where are you going?" My mood crashed. "Offended?"

He shook his head to the negative and pointed at the cock. "Exact opposite. Your drink is empty, unless you don't want another one."

"Oh." I giggled, then moaned as I thrust the fantasy dildo deep inside my pussy. My wetness flowed so much that it made squelching sounds as I fucked myself. "I'm sorry. I get so fucking horny thinking about it."

He nodded. "You definitely didn't lie. Just thinking about sex makes you want it."

"Hurry back."

He did.

I continued. "For about a month, things went on that way." I grabbed the tentacle toy with both hands, violently cramming it into my aching snatch. "I looked forward to teasing him. When I woke up, I'd finger myself thinking about how I was going to tease him. Then two things happened." I paused, moaning. "Oh, fuck, that feels so good. Stroke your cock to me. Show me how hot I make you."

Geoff nodded, slowly stroking himself as his eyes devoured me. He reached out, soaking his finger with my cum, and stuck his finger back into my mouth.

"What happened?"

"Fuck, I'm cumming, again! Shove you cock in my mouth and fuck my face until the spasms stop. Face-fuck your dirty whore. Oh, shit, shit, fuck."

The ecstatic tremors of another orgasm tore through my body, and I heaved, writhing and moaning, as wave after wave of pleasure drowned me in lusty bliss. His hardness hovered in front of my face, and my mouth clamped over the head, sucking it into my mouth until my screams were muffled. My convulsions propelled my head back and forth, my release pumping my mouth over his hard flesh.

"Whew," I sighed. "I know that I'm a horny nympho, and I'll never change, but you bring out the hottest, horniest bits of me."

My boyfriend smiled at me, his hard cock twitching in front of my eyes. He reached between my legs and pulled the dildo from my quivering slit. Raising it to his mouth, he slowly licked it, then set it on my coffee table.

"You said two things happened," he reminded.

"Oh, hell, yes."

I settled back onto the couch and spread my legs. My fingers stroked my clit as I continued. "The first thing that happened was that his son, Danny, moved in."

I plunged two fingers into my hole to wet them, then stuck one up my asshole as I remembered the day Dan moved in. I alternated between finger-fucking my pussy and fingering my ass. Geoff watched, a raw lust-filled hunger on his face.

"He was a little older than me by a few months and started going to one of the colleges in town. Danny's pussy-drenching fucking hot. We once went swimming on one of the weekends Dave had him, and his bulge made me so wet. He's big--not godlike hung, like you, but nice."

"So you teased him too?"

I moaned, stopping the assault on my clit to play with my breasts and tug on my tingling nipples.

"I did more than that." I sent one of my hands down to fuck myself, leaving the other to give my tits their much-needed attention. My words started coming in moaning, staccato heaves. "There was a hole in the wall between our two bedrooms. I really slutted it up for him. For fun, at first, but Danny was so sexy and sweet that I needed him to want me."

"And the other thing?"

"You really know how to get me all worked up, don't you?" I fed him my cum-covered hand, sighing at the way he sucked my juices off my fingers. "Mom got transferred to the night shift, which left me and Dave alone, most nights. That was also when he started hosting his Friday night poker parties with his friends. That gave me a whole group of horny dad types to tease."

My date stared at me with a huge, impassioned smile. He stroked that massive cock faster.

"Try not to cum just yet. I want it on me and in me, not my couch. Don't worry, I'm disease-free and barren. I can't get pregnant. I hope that's not a deal-breaker."

"Not at all," Geoff assured. "Go on."

"I wore skimpier and sluttier clothing, bending over in front of them, showing way too much, things like that. I got to be so wet that I couldn't wear shorts or pants, because my wetness soaked through. One night, Danny and me were playing video games, and I had him hard for hours on end. When we were done, I told him that I needed a shower, but 'accidentally' left the bathroom door open a little bit."

"How long after he moved in was this?"

"A couple of weeks or so, I move fast." The reverie had me in a sexual stupor, and the new consumption of edibles kicked in. I stopped and fingered myself to the brink of orgasm, edging. "Of course, I saw him spying and I put on a show. As soon as I was done, I heard him shout, 'Good night.' and storm into his room. I ran into my room, leaving the lights off, and spied on him jerking off. It was so hot that I fingered myself to orgasm right there, but it wasn't enough. I needed to cum at least four or five more times."

"So, nothing much has changed," he chided.

I laughed and jammed two fingers up my most forbidden of holes. My legs shook as I moaned in pleasure.

"Feeling inspired, I lit some candles, knowing he'd see the light. I bounced on my bed, making as much noise as I could and pointed my dripping cunt at the hole and finger-fucked myself, moaning and cursing, until I saw the hole get really dark. I knew that he was watching me."

"You are dirty slut showoff, aren't you?"

"Wait until your friends come over. I'll show you what a showoff I am."

"Back to Danny."

"It became an every night thing. I'd tease him like crazy, then go into my room and fuck myself silly while he watched. We never mentioned it, but he grew more sexual and forward, and I fucking loved it. Every Friday, Dave would have his buddies over, and I'd serve them booze, share their weed with them, and wear skanky clothes. Those were all-night masturbation sessions."

"Now, I see why you love being watched so much."

"Does it bother you that I still need to be like that?"

"Bother me? You're my wildest dream, and fun and cool."

"You don't have to pour the compliments on me, anymore. I'm fucking you, remember?"

"That's not an act to get you in bed. It's how I really feel about you. You being so wild is just a bonus."

I smiled, so touched that I stopped masturbating for a moment. "Where have you been all my life?"

"Spying on you."

"Oh, Geoff. You're going to make me cum, again." My fingers went back to stimulating my sex holes with renewed vigor. "You're going to love this next part."

"I bet you're right."

"Not long after that, I started acting like that in public. It took awhile to select proper voyeurs, which is why I always get consent, now, but that thrill took my teasing games to a new level. I'd get myself worked up, come home and tease the guys, and get off on their reactions until I exhausted myself. One Thursday night, though, Dave spied on me in the shower when I thought it was Danny."

"I knew it! What did you do?"

I jumped up and went to a shelf by my big-screen TV and grabbed a small vibrator. I turned it on high, laid back down, and buzzed myself as I continued my narrative.

"I was all excited, because I bought one of those Catholic girl miniskirts, and I planned on wearing it on Friday to serve drinks at the poker party. Danny and I were watching a movie that night, and I wore a white T-shirt that was almost see-through and made sure to flash him my pussy by wearing a tube top as a skirt."

"You teasing slut. I love how free you are."

My hips humped against the toy as it buzzed my tingling clit into over drive.

"That night, I left the door to the bathroom halfway open when I took my shower. I used the massaging shower head on my cunt, and saw the shadow of somebody watching me."

"You love it, you horny slut."

I moaned, my legs shaking in pleasure. "You know I do. I couldn't take it any longer, and the running joke was that Danny and me were step-siblings." I stopped for moment and wiped the nectar flowing from me like a waterfall away, lapping it all up. "The taboo of getting sexual with my stepbrother--although he wasn't--drove me crazy. I wanted to try that kink. It made me feel so slutty and degraded, thinking of him that way. I even started calling him 'step bro' just for the thrill of it."

"You are one kinky woman."

"Not a woman! I'm your whore. Anyway, I couldn't stand it any longer, so I turned around and faced the door and said, 'If you stop spying and come in here, I'll suck your cock.' I was shocked as hell when I saw that it was Dave, not Danny."

Geoff laughed, and I found myself laughing along with him.

"Did you get into trouble?"

"What I got was a hard cock in my mouth and a load of cum down throat."

"Did your mother ever find out?"

"I don't know," I confessed. "I never told her, but she was a fucking whore, just like me. She'd gang-banged Dave and his friends more than once. They joked about it being a 'poke her' party."

"What about Danny?"

"I never told him, but that night when Danny spied on me, I jumped out of bed and walked over to the hole in our walls. By the time I got to it, he'd retreated to his bed and was pretending to sleep. I told him to come into my room, and I'd let him eat my pussy."

"Did he?"

"Of course. After that, I had them wrapped around my little finger. If I wanted to go out late and fuck my brains out, I just needed to suck off Dave, and the car was mine. When I begged Dave to cum on my face, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for me. Danny became my sex slave, doing anything I told him for the privilege of eating me out."

"What do I need to do to earn that same honor?"

"Fuck that, Geoff. After the way you made me cum in the club's parking lot, I'll fucking beg for you to lick my cunt."

"Did you ever fuck your pseudo-stepbrother?"

"Hell, yeah, I did. He was the firs tone I let fuck my ass. Now, I crave it. In fact, we hooked up just last week. He's married now, but still my little bitch."

"You let him cheat on his wife with you? You naughty whore."

I looked at Geoff, worried. His jovial expression put me at ease.

"Oh, she watched that time. We fuck, too. She's a squirter. I love it."

My date laughed. "What about Dave?"

"He and mom still live together. I guess they're made for each other. We don't fool around anymore, but I still tease him until he's about to cum in his pants."

"Thank you for telling me all that. Not only do I appreciate your candor, but hearing your slutty antics is one of my kinks."

The buzzing toy worked its magic.

"Fuck me! I'm going to cum again. Fucking, fuck, it feels so good. Please fuck me. Fuck my slutty cunt. I need your cock. Please."

Treating me exactly how I asked--like a slutty fuck toy--Geoff roughly grabbed me as my orgasm overtook my senses, and pulled me off the couch. I wanted to be man-handled, and his behavior sent another orgasm skyrocketing off the tremors of that one. He turned me over, and pulled my waist up as he knelt behind me. In the middle of cumming, he placed his mammoth cock at my pulsing hole. I felt it probing my sex's opening and thrust my hips back, feeling his cock impale me.

"Fucking fuck me harder. I'm your slut. I'm a fucking whore. Brutalize me. Spank my ass. finger it! Harder, deeper, please, please, please fuck me."

Insane with desire, I slammed my head to the floor, reaching back with both hands to grab his tight ass, and pulled him into me deep and hard. Every hard, deep stroke was orgasmic. He filled my aching pussy like few others ever had, and I screamed my head off, begging him to use and abuse me. Once he got the idea that I needed it fast and rough, Geoff plunged into me so hard that we scooted across the floor.

My toy lay on the rug, dropped when I came the last time. I grabbed it and turned it on, applying the vibrator to my clit as he pounded me into oblivion.

"What are you?" he demanded, his hand slapping my ass.

"I'm your slut, your whore. I'm your fucking plaything, just please fuck me like this all the time." Yes, it was that good.

"What will you do for my cock?"

Geoff certainly understood what I meant about being treated like his personal toy.

"Anything. I need your cock. Please never stop fucking me. If we break up, come over and fucking hate fuck me. So good. So fucking good. Harder. I'm cumming."

That monster cock fucked me senseless. My entire body gave out, spams and convulsions making me flail about. Geoff pounded my greedy hole through a soul-wrenching orgasm and kept on hammering me.

"Don't stop. Please, don't stop. Fucking fuck your slutty whore. Fuck me, please. Fucking fuck me!"

The entire universe melted away, leaving only the waves of pleasure drowning my soul and that huge member slamming inside of me so deep that I swore I could feel it in my throat. Another orgasm crested, followed by another, and his hands grabbed, stroked, and fondled every inch my heaving flesh.

"Pull it out and let me suck my cum off your cock. Fuck my face."

I didn't wait for an answer, spinning around to devour his manhood. My pussy dripped and my juices glistened on his cock. Licking up and down the shaft, I plunged my eager mouth over the head, tasting my heat.

His cock clean, my fantastic lover shoved me down onto the floor. I lay on my back, fingering my aching hole and gasping in passion. My legs spread, beckoning him to me.

"My love of flashing grew from getting off on Danny, Dave, and his friends lusting over me. Now I dress to tease."

"You're not a tease."

"What? Yes I am. Oh, fuck yes. Don't be gentle. Take me! Fucking own my slutty cunt." He slammed his meat back inside my wet hole, stretching me into blissful oblivion.

"Teases only tease. You're a fucking slut, because you'll fuck anyone."

"Who says I will?"

"I do, you little fuck toy. You'll do anything I say and fuck anybody I point to, won't you?"

"Fuck, yes, Geoff. Fucking command me. I'll do anything, just keep fucking me."

"Tell me what you want, slut."

"I want you to use me. Harder! Fuck me harder! Use me, cum on my face, and make me wear your spunk all night."

My date wasn't satisfied with only fulfilling my kinky desires. He took me, owned me, hammering into me hard, deep, and fast. His endurance impressed me, and I found myself begging for his cum."

"Please cum on my face. I want your cum. Give it to your whore. Cum on this slut's fucking face. Please, please, please."

After a small eternity, me loving every second, he pulled his cock out of my dripping snatch. I'd lost count of my orgasms. His fingers and mouth had been everywhere, always pushing me further into the void of carnal abandon. He railed me for so long, and so hard, that my body grew weak but sated.

"Still want it on your face?"

"Yes! Fuck. Paint my slutty face with your cum. Give it to me."

I quickly got up to my knees, fingering my clit as he stroked his pulsating member in front of my eyes. I moaned when the first spray hit my cheek. His cum was so hot that it felt like sensual fire. I moaned, catching some of his spunk in my mouth, as my fingers attacked my still-throbbing clit. Another orgasm tore through my body. The world went black for a moment, and I fell to the carpet, moaning and heaving. My fingers flew to my face, and a played in his jizz, cooing in delight.

"That was fucking intense." I sighed. "I wish I hadn't waited. Just so you know, I'm going to want more of that very soon."

"What do you want to do until then."

"Let's watch porn until you get it up again. Then take me to my bedroom and rail me like a whore. Do me a favor though."

"What's that?"

"If you wake up before me, tomorrow morning. Fucking fuck me awake."

"Are you sure? That's not exactly consent."

"Consider it a request. I think I'm already addicted to your fucking magic cock."

To Be continued...