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orgasm.
Your mouth is on my clit, sucking, thrashing . Your tongue energetically whipping me into a desperate frenzy.
    I know you’re not
going to stop. But you’ll have to when I come; you
know it’s too much if you to carry on like this when I do. The sweet pleasure
turns to torment.
    And I’m going to,
it’s so near. My arms. I forgot they were suspended to the side of me. Damn, I’m restless, my skin feverish. You’re holding me so open,
so tight, one hand manacled around my right thigh—there’ll be bruises tomorrow.
Good bruises. My pussy will be bruised too, and swollen .
Yes, oh yes, you’ve never gone for it like this before.
Painful it might be, but in a good way. This is a deep filling, frenetic ride
to bliss. And I’m all yours, sacrificial.
    I’ve curled my
toes, and my fingers I’ve clenched into nail-breaking fists. The climb to the
wonderful crescendo has begun. I’m thrashing this way
and that, my whole body lifting and dropping. But you own my pussy and you
follow my jerking hips, greedily enjoying my imprisoned state. Have you dreamed
of doing it this way? Of taking what you wanted
without worrying about bedroom manners?
    Yes, keep going. But please, oh, I need you
to hold me together, this is so big. I’m going to…
    Why the hell have you
stopped?

 
    Him

 
    I can’t hold off any
longer. I have to be inside you. I have to ram in, pump hard, and keep going
until I come and you come and we’re a panting mess
afterwards. Can you imagine that? Us breathless, hot,
and so fucking…free. Yeah, that’s the word. We’re freeing ourselves by doing this, going to the next
level.
    You were close, weren’t you, just about ready to come, bucking against my mouth. But you just take a
minute to calm down. That’s it, breathe nice and
steady, take your mind away from what’s raging through your aching clit. And it
is aching, I’d bet, just like my cock.
    Look at it. You see how hard I am? Do you
like the way I’m holding it, offering it towards you
yet denying you being able to touch and lick it? I know you’re greedy for it, I can see it in your eyes. They’re wide, where you’re taking it all in. Are you thinking about what you want to do
with it? Where you want it to be? I want it inside your pussy, because fuck,
your hole is wet, open for me, ready for me to plunge the hell in and shag you
ragged. Ah, you widened your eyes a bit more then. My dirty talk is getting to
you, isn’t it?
    Oh, yeah, skin on skin is so good, your tits
squashed against my chest like that. You feel me there? Feel my cock against
your slit, the head pressing into your clit? Soaked, you’re so damn soaked. I’m moving, humping, getting you going
again. Christ, that feels good.
    You want a kiss? No, you’re not going to get one. If you want to feel like a used whore, then remember
whores don’t get kissed. They take what they’re given, what they’re paid to do, and if you really
want authenticity, I’ll leave you some money when I walk out of here after I’m
done. That got you, didn’t it, got your attention.
Yeah, you like that idea. Every time we do it like this, I’ll give you cash so you can replace the clothes I’ll have ripped or ruined. Maybe
next time I’ll bring you a gift as well—shoes to wear
while we fuck, or a corset, a pair of stockings. And won’t they sound nice when I dig my fingers through the nylon and pull? That tearing
sound, can you imagine it? Feel the slide as I drag them down your legs.
    No, you don’t get to
tell me to hurry up. You don’t tell me how much you
want it, need it. I’m the customer, and the customer
is always right. So, while I’m grinding, you trying to
move into position so my cock just happens to slide into you, remember that
you’re a slut who doesn’t get to call the shots. Remember your place.
    The way you’re panting and moaning—that’s turning me on. You’re testing my patience, my self-control. The sound your pussy’s making under my cock