Misc. Erotica Young Journalist & The Handsome Politician

[manigopal]

 

“Sss.....Aaahh....yeaahh....” I screamed as the orgasm hit me. My head was banging against the headboard hard with his each hard, forceful stroke.
 
“Yeahhh...Yeahhh...take it....yeaahhh.” He grunted as he realised that I had orgasmed and that provoked him to stroke harder. For a man his age, he was surprisingly virile and strong.
 
“Ohhhaaa....yeaaahhhhh.” I screamed as my pussy spasmed and clenched hard from the orgasm.
 
“Aaaahhh...yeahhhh....that's it bitch..yeah...” He moaned as my pussy tightened around his cock.
 
My screams, his grunts, the loud thuds of my head hitting against the headboard, the slapping sounds of his balls against my pussy and the squishy sound of our squeezing and convulsing genitals filled the room, creating a vulgar melody of lust. The smell of sex difused across the room and filed it soon.
 
The windows were closed, the curtains drawn, the air condition wasn't switched on and neither was the ceiling fan which made the stench of sex even more pungent and prominent. The first rays of dawn were piercing through the curtains and in between the grunts, moans and the bangs, I could hear birds chirping as the day began. It was still dark inside the room, the night lamp next to the bed shone on our humping naked bodies but the farthest corners stayed in the dark.
 
Lying on my back, I could see his sweating, wincing face and grinding teeth a feet above mine; his stomach tightening and loosening with each hard thrust. His eyes were open and staring deep into mine; his eyes were filed with lust and I could also sense some anger and frustration in those eyes. I could sense how he was enjoying each and every stroke not just physically but also mentally as if drawing vulgar vengence.
 
My legs were in the air, pointing straight upwards, my toes curled, my eyes wide open in sheer lust, pleasure and some shock. His salt and pepper hair which had been neetly oiled and combed minutes ago were now dishelved. His upper lip and forehead was covered with beads of sweat which occasionally would trickle down and fall on my face and lips, which I like a wanton slut would lick and relish.
 
The bed shook violently accompanied by the loud creeking as its joints quaked and its legs screeched against the floor. I pushed my palms against the head rest, resting them flat on it to prevent my head from hiting them. My body stretched as a result and my back arched, making my supple breasts and the crowing, hard, brown nipples shoot upward.
 
He lowered his head and latched his mouth to my nipple, biting and sucking my nipple hard, making me squeal louder. I locked my feet on his lower back, just above his butt, pulling him closer and deeper inside me. This wasn't love making but everything apart from it. This was a business transaction and the currency of exchange was lust. I was a somewhat unwilling party to the transaction but just minutes into it I was far from being unwilling.
 
He lowered himself, bringing his face close to mine and kept staring at me, his body moving foward and backward as he pummled my soaking cunt but his eyes never broke contact with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
Our lips locked, frantically opening and closing on each other, tongues clashing and slithering around each other. His body stretched as he lowered himself and as his hip lowered onto mine, my ass rose a little in the air, allowing him to go deeper and hit the right spots.
 
Above, we were kissing madly, but below, our hands were inching lower and lower. He slipped his hands under my back and grabbed my butt, pulling my hip closer to his and I too grabbed his butt, pushing it down into me.
 
“Yeahhh...Yeaahhhhh....Fuck me...Fuck me...Fuckkkkk....” I screamed as another massive orgasm hit me, harder and longer than the previous one. My mind went blank but my body just didn't stop, continuing to match his violent thrusts, making my orgasm far more intense and better.
 
“Haaa...” He sighed as he slowed down before stopping. I opened my eyes and looked at him. I thought he was done and would pull out now but he kept looking at me, his cheast rising and falling with each deep breath. I stared back at him blankly, waiting for him to pull out. My freshly orgasmed pussy was numb and I could barely feel him inside me.
 
“If you're done, can you get off me?” I asked him as a minute of inactivity passed by.
 
“Who said I am done?” He looked at me, smiling devilshly.
 
I stared at him in shock and disbelief but in my mind I was suprised and frankly, impressed. He sat up and pulled out his cock and placed it on my abdomen, just above my pussy. He was right, he wasn't done.
 
His cock was as erect as it was minutes ago, glistening from our juices smeared over it, occasionally twitching up and down. It's piss slit was big and spewed drops of pre cum which trickled down to my stomach. His cock was resting on my stomach, stretching from my pussy almost to my navel. Fuck....that is big, I thought, impressed not just at his size but also my ability to take such a monster inside me.