19-05-2021, 08:14 PM
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Episode 1.
She runs her delicate fingers over his sweat drenched body. He was still breathing hard after his exertion of the past twenty minutes or so. She never ceased to be amazed by his body. Not because of the toned, hard muscled body .. the body that had so attracted her so much but rather because of the many scars that adorned that body. Can one man have these many scars on him? One circular wound on the left rib cage. He had told her that a bullet had gone clean through, fortuitously missing even his ribs and going clean through causing only a flesh wound. The person who did that was not so lucky. He died, a bullet through his throat and choking on his own blood filling his lungs. There were other scars too, a knife wound here, permanent discoloured flesh caused by heavy bruises. All these had intrigued her the first time these very same fingers of hers had explored his body. However, there were other marks too that had caught her eye. Teeth marks, scratch marks .. some faint and some fairly fresh. These were not marks that were caused by rivals in acts of violence but rather marks caused by paramours’ acts of lust. He bore both sets of marks with equal pride for they were both testament to his masculinity. Now her fingers went soothingly over the very fresh marks that she had just caused. She knew she had no hold on him or that he had any obligation towards her. Their intimate liaison was for mutual satisfaction. Yet she felt a tinge of jealousy every time she saw marks caused by her rivals for his sexual favour.
“Don’t be foolish,” she admonished herself,” he is a wild beast, not to be tamed by anyone but to be enjoyed just as the free spirit that he was.”
She also knew that as a tamed creature he would not fascinate her as much as he did now. Her exploring fingers traced down his hard body reaching his spent weapon. Even in this flaccid state it still felt formidable. This was another reason she adored him .. no, no, that’s not the right word .. she lusted for him. His love pole was a perfect match to his hard body and rugged good looks. She took his big gun in her elegant fingers. The flesh was soft. Its ammo spent into her moist receptacle. She had to get it hard again and quickly. Once with him was never going to be enough for her. Opportune time like this does not happen often. He was not the type of person who can be contacted or met with easily or in the open. Moreover, this sexual liaison had to be carried out surreptitiously. She couldn’t afford any suspicion to arise in her own home or society. There was too much at stake. The time they can spend together was as always limited. Once he has his fill of a woman his interest in her wanes as quickly as his lust. It would be awhile before his desire for that woman rekindles. Unlike him, her desire and lust for him never abates as every moment spent with him is immensely satisfying for her. She was gratified to feel the flaccid flesh stir in her fingers. She knew of his appetite. Just like her, for him romping in bed just once was not enough. She knew his rigid pole would plough her quim once more if he is sated for the time being.
She kissed his chest, taking the salty taste of his sweat on her lips. His manhood stirred some more in her fingers. Her teeth nibbled on his nipple gently .. the tubular flesh in her hand rapidly filled out and became firmer. Her nibble turned to noisy suckling and his manhood almost reached its full magnificent state. Her fingers squeezed the warm flesh in her hands. It still felt sticky, a result of their first bout of wild mating concluded just a few minutes ago. Their mingled love fluids made it easier for her fingers to run up and down his not inconsiderable length. He grabbed her hair and pulled up her head. His lips pressed hard against her soft red lips his tongue insistent to gain entrance into her sweet mouth. The kiss was as fierce as was the man. There was never going to be any gentleness in him. Yet she welcomed that. This unbridled voracious lust was what she craved for .. what she needed. She had grown weary of gentleness. She needed this rampant passion to trigger her own wantonness. She kissed back with equal fervour sucking on his probing tongue. Her fingers grabbing his chest, her fingernail digging into his flesh but he seemed imperious to any pain. His fingers grabbed her tit squeezing it hard, her stiff nipple mashed hard against his palm. He had been surprised the first time he had experienced this behaviour of hers when she was in the throes of lust. He realised then that there can be unbridled sluttiness even among the seemingly staid high society women, it just needed the right man to arouse it in them. In fact, he had come to the conclusion that it was just a front they put up before their men. It pleased him when these, so called high class, women fornicated with unrestrained lust just like any common bitch in heat would. What would the fathers or husbands say if they could see the whorish behaviour of the women of their house-hold.
He pulled her head back by her hair and said,” enough bitch, now suck my cock.”
She would not have tolerated this if any other man had addressed her like that but with him she took no offence. She was eager to do his bidding. She bit, licked and kissed his body as she made her way towards his raging manhood. She looked at his thick rod in her grasp with smouldering eyes. There was a fair bit of his stalk protruding beyond her holding fist. She had pulled down his foreskin exposing his sensitive bud. His orifice was oozing his pre-cum in anticipation of the pleasures ahead. She did not mind that, in fact she reveled in its taste. Truth be said she didn’t even mind the remnants of her own love juice still stuck on his stem. Her tongue flicked out like that of a serpent scooping in his oozing lust with its tip. Soon her tongue was making broad swathes over the head of his cock. This wasn’t enough for him. He impatiently pushed down her head. He needed his warm flesh in her wet mouth. In spite of his heated state he could feel the warmth of her breath on his flesh. She was in much of a carnal state as she was. He looked with half closed eyelids as her mouth engulfed his cockhead.
“Suck it you slut .. suck it hard. Deepthroat it like the whore you are.”
He knew that she would struggle to do it. He was too large for that but he also knew that she would try her utmost. He knew from his experience that all these bitches wanted to prove themselves with him. They wanted to be the best fuck he had ever had. They want to be able to tame him, be there to do their bidding but he was no one’s lapdog. These high-class bitches have an inborn haughtiness. They wanted to dominate their boyfriends or their husbands as the case may be. With him however they surrender to his masculinity. With him however the pleasure that engulfs them, as his large hard flesh pumps in their tight feminine treasure, more than makes up for their bruised ego. She started from the bulbous head of his pole, moving her head up and down, just taking in only his head in her mouth. As the rapidity of her movement increasing gradually she took more and more of him in her mouth. Even then when she took only half of his stem in her mouth she felt his cockhead hit the entrance of her throat. She held his stalk in her mouth as she ran her tongue all along the underside of his cock. She could feel his blood engorged hard flesh throb as her tongue teased the sensitive skin. He was now at his full stretched length. More of his pre fornication fluid oozed onto her tongue. That masculine taste was not distasteful for her, rather it was invigorating. Her feminine channel oozed in response to this. She relaxed her throat so as to try and take more of him in but she could not take in more than another inch or so. She chose instead to bring him towards the brink of release by rapidity of her sucking. Both her hands were busy as she suckled on his cock. One hand was stroking him in sync with the movement of her head while with the palm of her other hand she was twirling the heavy sacs hanging below his manhood. While doing that she would gently scratch the sensitive skin below his sacs with her long nails. She knew that this would increase his pleasure. She was rewarded for her efforts by the jerking of his phallus in her mouth.
“That’s it baby, play with my balls as you suck… you’re really good at this you slut. You know you should do this for money. You sure can name your price.”
He had literally told her that she would make a great prostitute but she took no offense at it. In fact, she was pleased that she was pleasing him. Her response to his insult was to run her nails right down to his anus. She scratched that to make him drool even more pre-cum. She took his cock out from her mouth and moved her lips to below his heavy nuts. She stroked his cock as she sucked on the extension of stem she could feel below his covering skin. His dribbling was now completely wetting her fingers. He let out a little moan. She was making him squirm in rapture. He enjoyed the pleasure she gave him for a few minutes before moving to the next point. He pulled her up roughly and lay her on to her back on the bed. He looked at the full fleshed voluptuous housewife longing for him to take her. Her hair disheveled, faint traces of smeared lipstick on her soft lips, eyes reddened in passion, heaving heavy breasts, soft smooth slightly fleshy stomach and quivering pussy lips visible from the very short neatly trimmed black hair surrounding her pleasure gate. She lay there long smooth legs spread apart waiting to take his manhood inside her. He was not ready to take her yet though. He thrust two fingers in her wet quim. She gasped as his fingers entered wet tunnel. He finger-fucked her, his fingers expertly teasing the wet upper walls of her slit. Through his dalliance with many women he knew the key spots that would trigger the passion of his lovers. Her gasps changed to whimpers of pleasure. Her head stretched back, her neck along with it, her half-closed eyes were staring, unseeing at the ceiling. Her own hands were kneading her thrust up breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples. He smiled wickedly as he saw the squirming body in front of him. Her hips moved up wanting in return to fuck back the fingers that were fucking her. Her whimpers became throaty groans.
“Arrg.. Arrghh.. god … you’re killing me you bastard.”
Her lust fluid had now thoroughly coated his fingers and there was a squishy sound as his fingers went in and out. He would now and then rub the tip of his wet fingers over her swollen clit. Pleasure rapidly built in her. She was racing towards her release as his fingers expertly played her body as if she was a musical instrument. Her incoherent moans, was the music that was produced by his fiddling.
“Fuck me…I want your big cock inside .. fuck me please….”
He felt immense pride when these high-class bitches pleaded for his cock. It gave an overwhelming sense of superiority over the men who were considered the leading lights of society. Nothing can match the feeling of joy he felt in having their women begging to be screwed by him like common whores. He ignored her plea as he continued to finger her. From experience he knew when she would lose her complete control, but the time was not yet now. He licked her calf moving up to her thigh as he continued the pleasurable torture of her body. He could see and hear her breathing becoming faster, heavier .. her moans turning to cries. He had a sardonic smile on his face as he saw her writhe in rapture. Her sudden small shivers that was raking her body indicated to him that she would soon be reaching the point of no return. He grabbed her by her buttocks and pulled her body up. His mouth latched on to her pussy. Only her shoulder was on the bed. Her legs were hanging loose from either side of his hands that was holding her up by the fleshy globes of her buttocks. He alternately sucked on the labia encircling her clitoris and stuck his tongue in probing her wet chamber. She reached her breaking point.
“Ohh.. Ohh.. Ohh.. ,” she groaned as she rode the crest of pleasure.
Her feminine fluid welled up in her pussy. He partook in the intoxicating sticky liquid that gushed up. He let her shudder till the waves of delight that washed over her body slowly subsided. He lay her body on the bed. She lay there with closed eyes, her body limp but sated. However, he was just getting started. This debauchery would only cease when he had filled her with his seed. He held his thick phallus in his fingers as he rubbed it all over the entrance to her pleasure pit. The head of his cock would prise open her delightful lips as it explored her readiness to receive him. There was a generous amount of sticky viscous fluid ready to ease the path for his sizeable tool. She was still in the after glow of her orgasm to react to his taunting with his rod. He needed her to beg him to shove his mega member into her narrow love passage. As he rubbed his cock over her slit, he started licking her toes before sucking them one by one. He knew that this would get her going again.
“Mmm.. mmm….,” soft moans started escaping her lips again but she still had her eyelids closed as she still savoured the rapture she had experienced.
He just put only his cockhead inside and did minute fucking motion as his fingers teased her clitoris. His other hand was slowly stroking her inner thigh.
“sss… yes… put it in…”
“What?? I didn’t hear you.”
Her eyes sprung open, there was yearning in those eyes. “Enough .. don’t tease … put it in… please.”
He pushed his cock another inch inside but did not go all the way in. Her cunt lips were fully stretched by his girth, practically in an oval shape.
“God .. your so big… come inside me baby .. I need you.”
“Do you want to be fucked? Hmm .. is your cunt itchy for my cock.”
“Yes you bastard .. I want this magnificent thing fully inside.”
Without warning his full pole slid in forcefully to be fully lodged inside her.
“Aww sss…ohh… you oaf .. slowly you’re killing me.”
He laughed without displaying any sympathy. “Well you wanted it in .. you asked for it.”
“Even then, must you be so rough you ruffian.”
“Don’t put up an act you tramp .. I know you want it rough.”
He was the only one who would address her so degradingly but this degradation only acted as a stimulant for her lust.
“Yes you brute, fuck me .. show me what you have got,” she challenged him. She knew this challenge would provoke what she desired. A vigorous and thorough fucking.
He proceeded to show her exactly what he had. Her wet folds of flesh welcomed his invading hard flesh holding it in its warm embrace. Every time it ploughed in and out her muscles tried as much as it could to grip and hold it inside of her. It failed every time in holding him tightly in but this failure .. the forcible rubbing of hard tubular flesh against the wet gripping walls was the success that took them to their bliss. His hard flesh slid up almost till it was out before forcefully thrusting back in fully. Every time it slid back in a surge of pleasure would run through her body. She held him tightly against her body. Only his hips and buttocks would move undulatingly up and down. Her calves were twined and pressing down hard over his muscular thighs. Her hands were out of control on his broad back. Her fingernails were making haphazard strokes over his back … sometimes embedding in his flesh, sometimes drawing lines over his flesh. Slowly their sweat greased bodies thudded wetly against each other. Their sometimes, accidental brushing of nipples against each other would spark an added bit of bliss in their bodies.
“You son of a whore aang… aang… fuck me hard … hhaa.. hhaa.. shove your cock deep inside my pussy you dog.”
“I’ll tear your filthy pussy you dirty bitch.”
“aang… sss… arrgh…” Her moans were getting louder and louder.
She enjoyed the rough barreling of his huge cock but she also knew how tender and sore her pussy would feel afterwards but it was all worth it for the ecstasy that engulfed her body now. She started feeling lightheaded, her nerves started tightening. She knew she was on the verge of heavenly bliss. She grabbed his head seeking his lips with her own. Their entwined bodies continued this dance of lust for almost half an hour. She had a number of mini orgasms all building towards a crescendo. Her pussy muscles began to spasm as she reached a tremendous orgasm. As waves of pleasure surged through her body in ecstatic release she sucked on his lips, muffling her joyous whelps. He continued to bang her till he reached his own climax. His thick hot hard flesh throbbed and jerked as his seed gushed in spurts into her welcoming pussy. This triggered her once more and she too came in another rapturous release.
As he roared away on his motorbike his mind was still on the lascivious woman whom he had left sprawled naked on the bed. The bedraggled state of the bed was a testament to their vigorous copulation. She was a full-bodied woman, fleshy but in the right places. Naturally one cannot expect her to have the svelte, sinuous body of youth. Especially for a woman who had just touched the thirties and that too being a mother of two kids. She could be described as being a bit more than voluptuous but not even borderline heavyset yet. Given a few more years she would most probably become matronly but she was still in her prime of sexuality at present. She also had a few other plus points going for her. She had a quite attractive face, fair skinned, not overly large and firm breasts and she was quite tall. Most important of all was her enthusiasm and horniness. She would ardently participate in all lewd acts of lust. That was why she was one of his favourite fuck dolls. She had been especially passionate today. It was one of the best fuck sessions he had. He was pre-occupied with thoughts of her and the pleasures he had just immersed in. He who had been always careful and alert and aware of the situation around him had become careless. That was a fatal mistake. The road he was going in was lonely. That this place had very sparse traffic was one of the essential elements for him to have his illicit sexual dalliance here. But this very fact was also the reason for the horror that was to befall him. As he rode fast down the road something cut into his throat and he was lifted and thrown from his motorbike on the tar road. His motorbike went skidding off about twenty to thirty meters away before it came to a stop. The full, face covering helmet he wore protected his head as it slammed back on the hard tar road, but that was not where the danger was. He had a deep cut in his throat from a thin steel wire embedded in. Instinctively, in act of self-preservation his hand had grabbed the wire and pulled it off. As he did so the wire cut into his hand too. As he pulled it off from his throat blood welled out from the deep wound it had caused. He tried to get up but extreme pain shot up from his right leg. It must have been broken as he fell he thought. Even in that wounded state with him becoming weaker every second with the copious amount of blood he was losing his mind was still clear. He had been in too many violent and life-threatening situation for him to be befuddled now. He pressed his palm into his throat in an attempt to stem the flow of blood. His other hand searched for the handgun he always had in his back waist. It was not there. It too must have fallen off when he fell down. There were a few men running towards him from both sides of the road. He knew straightaway that these were not men who were coming to his aid but were those who were hell-bound on taking his life. He was well aware that something like this happening to him was a very real possibility because of the life he led. When he himself had taken a number of lives he knew that it could also happen to him one day but he never expected that this day would be that day. Knowing that death could come any time in his life he had lived his life hard, having no sympathy, giving no mercy and expecting none in return. He took what he wanted having no moral compunction or care about who would get hurt by his actions. For the first time in his life panic set in. He desperately looked around for his gun with rapidly blurring eyes.
She runs her delicate fingers over his sweat drenched body. He was still breathing hard after his exertion of the past twenty minutes or so. She never ceased to be amazed by his body. Not because of the toned, hard muscled body .. the body that had so attracted her so much but rather because of the many scars that adorned that body. Can one man have these many scars on him? One circular wound on the left rib cage. He had told her that a bullet had gone clean through, fortuitously missing even his ribs and going clean through causing only a flesh wound. The person who did that was not so lucky. He died, a bullet through his throat and choking on his own blood filling his lungs. There were other scars too, a knife wound here, permanent discoloured flesh caused by heavy bruises. All these had intrigued her the first time these very same fingers of hers had explored his body. However, there were other marks too that had caught her eye. Teeth marks, scratch marks .. some faint and some fairly fresh. These were not marks that were caused by rivals in acts of violence but rather marks caused by paramours’ acts of lust. He bore both sets of marks with equal pride for they were both testament to his masculinity. Now her fingers went soothingly over the very fresh marks that she had just caused. She knew she had no hold on him or that he had any obligation towards her. Their intimate liaison was for mutual satisfaction. Yet she felt a tinge of jealousy every time she saw marks caused by her rivals for his sexual favour.
“Don’t be foolish,” she admonished herself,” he is a wild beast, not to be tamed by anyone but to be enjoyed just as the free spirit that he was.”
She also knew that as a tamed creature he would not fascinate her as much as he did now. Her exploring fingers traced down his hard body reaching his spent weapon. Even in this flaccid state it still felt formidable. This was another reason she adored him .. no, no, that’s not the right word .. she lusted for him. His love pole was a perfect match to his hard body and rugged good looks. She took his big gun in her elegant fingers. The flesh was soft. Its ammo spent into her moist receptacle. She had to get it hard again and quickly. Once with him was never going to be enough for her. Opportune time like this does not happen often. He was not the type of person who can be contacted or met with easily or in the open. Moreover, this sexual liaison had to be carried out surreptitiously. She couldn’t afford any suspicion to arise in her own home or society. There was too much at stake. The time they can spend together was as always limited. Once he has his fill of a woman his interest in her wanes as quickly as his lust. It would be awhile before his desire for that woman rekindles. Unlike him, her desire and lust for him never abates as every moment spent with him is immensely satisfying for her. She was gratified to feel the flaccid flesh stir in her fingers. She knew of his appetite. Just like her, for him romping in bed just once was not enough. She knew his rigid pole would plough her quim once more if he is sated for the time being.
She kissed his chest, taking the salty taste of his sweat on her lips. His manhood stirred some more in her fingers. Her teeth nibbled on his nipple gently .. the tubular flesh in her hand rapidly filled out and became firmer. Her nibble turned to noisy suckling and his manhood almost reached its full magnificent state. Her fingers squeezed the warm flesh in her hands. It still felt sticky, a result of their first bout of wild mating concluded just a few minutes ago. Their mingled love fluids made it easier for her fingers to run up and down his not inconsiderable length. He grabbed her hair and pulled up her head. His lips pressed hard against her soft red lips his tongue insistent to gain entrance into her sweet mouth. The kiss was as fierce as was the man. There was never going to be any gentleness in him. Yet she welcomed that. This unbridled voracious lust was what she craved for .. what she needed. She had grown weary of gentleness. She needed this rampant passion to trigger her own wantonness. She kissed back with equal fervour sucking on his probing tongue. Her fingers grabbing his chest, her fingernail digging into his flesh but he seemed imperious to any pain. His fingers grabbed her tit squeezing it hard, her stiff nipple mashed hard against his palm. He had been surprised the first time he had experienced this behaviour of hers when she was in the throes of lust. He realised then that there can be unbridled sluttiness even among the seemingly staid high society women, it just needed the right man to arouse it in them. In fact, he had come to the conclusion that it was just a front they put up before their men. It pleased him when these, so called high class, women fornicated with unrestrained lust just like any common bitch in heat would. What would the fathers or husbands say if they could see the whorish behaviour of the women of their house-hold.
He pulled her head back by her hair and said,” enough bitch, now suck my cock.”
She would not have tolerated this if any other man had addressed her like that but with him she took no offence. She was eager to do his bidding. She bit, licked and kissed his body as she made her way towards his raging manhood. She looked at his thick rod in her grasp with smouldering eyes. There was a fair bit of his stalk protruding beyond her holding fist. She had pulled down his foreskin exposing his sensitive bud. His orifice was oozing his pre-cum in anticipation of the pleasures ahead. She did not mind that, in fact she reveled in its taste. Truth be said she didn’t even mind the remnants of her own love juice still stuck on his stem. Her tongue flicked out like that of a serpent scooping in his oozing lust with its tip. Soon her tongue was making broad swathes over the head of his cock. This wasn’t enough for him. He impatiently pushed down her head. He needed his warm flesh in her wet mouth. In spite of his heated state he could feel the warmth of her breath on his flesh. She was in much of a carnal state as she was. He looked with half closed eyelids as her mouth engulfed his cockhead.
“Suck it you slut .. suck it hard. Deepthroat it like the whore you are.”
He knew that she would struggle to do it. He was too large for that but he also knew that she would try her utmost. He knew from his experience that all these bitches wanted to prove themselves with him. They wanted to be the best fuck he had ever had. They want to be able to tame him, be there to do their bidding but he was no one’s lapdog. These high-class bitches have an inborn haughtiness. They wanted to dominate their boyfriends or their husbands as the case may be. With him however they surrender to his masculinity. With him however the pleasure that engulfs them, as his large hard flesh pumps in their tight feminine treasure, more than makes up for their bruised ego. She started from the bulbous head of his pole, moving her head up and down, just taking in only his head in her mouth. As the rapidity of her movement increasing gradually she took more and more of him in her mouth. Even then when she took only half of his stem in her mouth she felt his cockhead hit the entrance of her throat. She held his stalk in her mouth as she ran her tongue all along the underside of his cock. She could feel his blood engorged hard flesh throb as her tongue teased the sensitive skin. He was now at his full stretched length. More of his pre fornication fluid oozed onto her tongue. That masculine taste was not distasteful for her, rather it was invigorating. Her feminine channel oozed in response to this. She relaxed her throat so as to try and take more of him in but she could not take in more than another inch or so. She chose instead to bring him towards the brink of release by rapidity of her sucking. Both her hands were busy as she suckled on his cock. One hand was stroking him in sync with the movement of her head while with the palm of her other hand she was twirling the heavy sacs hanging below his manhood. While doing that she would gently scratch the sensitive skin below his sacs with her long nails. She knew that this would increase his pleasure. She was rewarded for her efforts by the jerking of his phallus in her mouth.
“That’s it baby, play with my balls as you suck… you’re really good at this you slut. You know you should do this for money. You sure can name your price.”
He had literally told her that she would make a great prostitute but she took no offense at it. In fact, she was pleased that she was pleasing him. Her response to his insult was to run her nails right down to his anus. She scratched that to make him drool even more pre-cum. She took his cock out from her mouth and moved her lips to below his heavy nuts. She stroked his cock as she sucked on the extension of stem she could feel below his covering skin. His dribbling was now completely wetting her fingers. He let out a little moan. She was making him squirm in rapture. He enjoyed the pleasure she gave him for a few minutes before moving to the next point. He pulled her up roughly and lay her on to her back on the bed. He looked at the full fleshed voluptuous housewife longing for him to take her. Her hair disheveled, faint traces of smeared lipstick on her soft lips, eyes reddened in passion, heaving heavy breasts, soft smooth slightly fleshy stomach and quivering pussy lips visible from the very short neatly trimmed black hair surrounding her pleasure gate. She lay there long smooth legs spread apart waiting to take his manhood inside her. He was not ready to take her yet though. He thrust two fingers in her wet quim. She gasped as his fingers entered wet tunnel. He finger-fucked her, his fingers expertly teasing the wet upper walls of her slit. Through his dalliance with many women he knew the key spots that would trigger the passion of his lovers. Her gasps changed to whimpers of pleasure. Her head stretched back, her neck along with it, her half-closed eyes were staring, unseeing at the ceiling. Her own hands were kneading her thrust up breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples. He smiled wickedly as he saw the squirming body in front of him. Her hips moved up wanting in return to fuck back the fingers that were fucking her. Her whimpers became throaty groans.
“Arrg.. Arrghh.. god … you’re killing me you bastard.”
Her lust fluid had now thoroughly coated his fingers and there was a squishy sound as his fingers went in and out. He would now and then rub the tip of his wet fingers over her swollen clit. Pleasure rapidly built in her. She was racing towards her release as his fingers expertly played her body as if she was a musical instrument. Her incoherent moans, was the music that was produced by his fiddling.
“Fuck me…I want your big cock inside .. fuck me please….”
He felt immense pride when these high-class bitches pleaded for his cock. It gave an overwhelming sense of superiority over the men who were considered the leading lights of society. Nothing can match the feeling of joy he felt in having their women begging to be screwed by him like common whores. He ignored her plea as he continued to finger her. From experience he knew when she would lose her complete control, but the time was not yet now. He licked her calf moving up to her thigh as he continued the pleasurable torture of her body. He could see and hear her breathing becoming faster, heavier .. her moans turning to cries. He had a sardonic smile on his face as he saw her writhe in rapture. Her sudden small shivers that was raking her body indicated to him that she would soon be reaching the point of no return. He grabbed her by her buttocks and pulled her body up. His mouth latched on to her pussy. Only her shoulder was on the bed. Her legs were hanging loose from either side of his hands that was holding her up by the fleshy globes of her buttocks. He alternately sucked on the labia encircling her clitoris and stuck his tongue in probing her wet chamber. She reached her breaking point.
“Ohh.. Ohh.. Ohh.. ,” she groaned as she rode the crest of pleasure.
Her feminine fluid welled up in her pussy. He partook in the intoxicating sticky liquid that gushed up. He let her shudder till the waves of delight that washed over her body slowly subsided. He lay her body on the bed. She lay there with closed eyes, her body limp but sated. However, he was just getting started. This debauchery would only cease when he had filled her with his seed. He held his thick phallus in his fingers as he rubbed it all over the entrance to her pleasure pit. The head of his cock would prise open her delightful lips as it explored her readiness to receive him. There was a generous amount of sticky viscous fluid ready to ease the path for his sizeable tool. She was still in the after glow of her orgasm to react to his taunting with his rod. He needed her to beg him to shove his mega member into her narrow love passage. As he rubbed his cock over her slit, he started licking her toes before sucking them one by one. He knew that this would get her going again.
“Mmm.. mmm….,” soft moans started escaping her lips again but she still had her eyelids closed as she still savoured the rapture she had experienced.
He just put only his cockhead inside and did minute fucking motion as his fingers teased her clitoris. His other hand was slowly stroking her inner thigh.
“sss… yes… put it in…”
“What?? I didn’t hear you.”
Her eyes sprung open, there was yearning in those eyes. “Enough .. don’t tease … put it in… please.”
He pushed his cock another inch inside but did not go all the way in. Her cunt lips were fully stretched by his girth, practically in an oval shape.
“God .. your so big… come inside me baby .. I need you.”
“Do you want to be fucked? Hmm .. is your cunt itchy for my cock.”
“Yes you bastard .. I want this magnificent thing fully inside.”
Without warning his full pole slid in forcefully to be fully lodged inside her.
“Aww sss…ohh… you oaf .. slowly you’re killing me.”
He laughed without displaying any sympathy. “Well you wanted it in .. you asked for it.”
“Even then, must you be so rough you ruffian.”
“Don’t put up an act you tramp .. I know you want it rough.”
He was the only one who would address her so degradingly but this degradation only acted as a stimulant for her lust.
“Yes you brute, fuck me .. show me what you have got,” she challenged him. She knew this challenge would provoke what she desired. A vigorous and thorough fucking.
He proceeded to show her exactly what he had. Her wet folds of flesh welcomed his invading hard flesh holding it in its warm embrace. Every time it ploughed in and out her muscles tried as much as it could to grip and hold it inside of her. It failed every time in holding him tightly in but this failure .. the forcible rubbing of hard tubular flesh against the wet gripping walls was the success that took them to their bliss. His hard flesh slid up almost till it was out before forcefully thrusting back in fully. Every time it slid back in a surge of pleasure would run through her body. She held him tightly against her body. Only his hips and buttocks would move undulatingly up and down. Her calves were twined and pressing down hard over his muscular thighs. Her hands were out of control on his broad back. Her fingernails were making haphazard strokes over his back … sometimes embedding in his flesh, sometimes drawing lines over his flesh. Slowly their sweat greased bodies thudded wetly against each other. Their sometimes, accidental brushing of nipples against each other would spark an added bit of bliss in their bodies.
“You son of a whore aang… aang… fuck me hard … hhaa.. hhaa.. shove your cock deep inside my pussy you dog.”
“I’ll tear your filthy pussy you dirty bitch.”
“aang… sss… arrgh…” Her moans were getting louder and louder.
She enjoyed the rough barreling of his huge cock but she also knew how tender and sore her pussy would feel afterwards but it was all worth it for the ecstasy that engulfed her body now. She started feeling lightheaded, her nerves started tightening. She knew she was on the verge of heavenly bliss. She grabbed his head seeking his lips with her own. Their entwined bodies continued this dance of lust for almost half an hour. She had a number of mini orgasms all building towards a crescendo. Her pussy muscles began to spasm as she reached a tremendous orgasm. As waves of pleasure surged through her body in ecstatic release she sucked on his lips, muffling her joyous whelps. He continued to bang her till he reached his own climax. His thick hot hard flesh throbbed and jerked as his seed gushed in spurts into her welcoming pussy. This triggered her once more and she too came in another rapturous release.
As he roared away on his motorbike his mind was still on the lascivious woman whom he had left sprawled naked on the bed. The bedraggled state of the bed was a testament to their vigorous copulation. She was a full-bodied woman, fleshy but in the right places. Naturally one cannot expect her to have the svelte, sinuous body of youth. Especially for a woman who had just touched the thirties and that too being a mother of two kids. She could be described as being a bit more than voluptuous but not even borderline heavyset yet. Given a few more years she would most probably become matronly but she was still in her prime of sexuality at present. She also had a few other plus points going for her. She had a quite attractive face, fair skinned, not overly large and firm breasts and she was quite tall. Most important of all was her enthusiasm and horniness. She would ardently participate in all lewd acts of lust. That was why she was one of his favourite fuck dolls. She had been especially passionate today. It was one of the best fuck sessions he had. He was pre-occupied with thoughts of her and the pleasures he had just immersed in. He who had been always careful and alert and aware of the situation around him had become careless. That was a fatal mistake. The road he was going in was lonely. That this place had very sparse traffic was one of the essential elements for him to have his illicit sexual dalliance here. But this very fact was also the reason for the horror that was to befall him. As he rode fast down the road something cut into his throat and he was lifted and thrown from his motorbike on the tar road. His motorbike went skidding off about twenty to thirty meters away before it came to a stop. The full, face covering helmet he wore protected his head as it slammed back on the hard tar road, but that was not where the danger was. He had a deep cut in his throat from a thin steel wire embedded in. Instinctively, in act of self-preservation his hand had grabbed the wire and pulled it off. As he did so the wire cut into his hand too. As he pulled it off from his throat blood welled out from the deep wound it had caused. He tried to get up but extreme pain shot up from his right leg. It must have been broken as he fell he thought. Even in that wounded state with him becoming weaker every second with the copious amount of blood he was losing his mind was still clear. He had been in too many violent and life-threatening situation for him to be befuddled now. He pressed his palm into his throat in an attempt to stem the flow of blood. His other hand searched for the handgun he always had in his back waist. It was not there. It too must have fallen off when he fell down. There were a few men running towards him from both sides of the road. He knew straightaway that these were not men who were coming to his aid but were those who were hell-bound on taking his life. He was well aware that something like this happening to him was a very real possibility because of the life he led. When he himself had taken a number of lives he knew that it could also happen to him one day but he never expected that this day would be that day. Knowing that death could come any time in his life he had lived his life hard, having no sympathy, giving no mercy and expecting none in return. He took what he wanted having no moral compunction or care about who would get hurt by his actions. For the first time in his life panic set in. He desperately looked around for his gun with rapidly blurring eyes.
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