“Oh this is silly— that dumb th-th-thing. Ahhh, Gunnar, why? Ohhhhh.”
“I worshipped you, punk kid that I was. I hardly dared think of you as having a cunt and an animal body. It pleases me to see your highness fuck a piece of plastic with a battery in it.”
She went dizzy. She got hotter. She wailed and bucked and begged for mercy and fucked avidly on the vibrator as he continued to drive her up the wall with pleasure from it. There was simply no resisting that man-made prick. A pleasing slick of moisture covered her lovely, nude body while her platinum hair fluffed and floated in beautiful disarray. Finally the ecstasy was too much for her.
“Gunnar— I — I -have to — toooooo…” she sang.
“Give it up, bitch. Let’s see your hot little belly waste itself on plastic.”
She grunted and dug in her heels. She twisted against her tied wrists, lifted her butt, and paid off for him. She felt her cunt throbs strong and powerful on the vibrator. It was humiliating to be used this way, but she had to give up long, luscious throbs of excited girlhood in tribute. She finally tapered and fell back in relief.
“So I— I’m human, Gunnar. Now may I be untied?”
“Soon… soon…”
Through all of this exercise his hazel eyes had gotten a dreamy, faraway look. He planted two powerful thighs under her armpits and brought his cock in front of her face.
“Little girl want a lollipop?”
It was eerie and highly sexual to see the big prick loom, to feel her chin grasped, and then to taste the cock meat of that huge blade. It was dark and powerful looking. He had dark good looks and his stiff prodder was as menacing as a blade of steel, a dagger, might’ve been. She sucked. His powerful body shuddered in exquisite delight.
Her thoughts followed his… Way back then, at WestAir, and later in prison, how often must he have dreamed of forcing his thick cock into her curving curling lips. Well, he had it now! Her spirits had revived. If she wasn’t to be thrown to the police she still might save herself. She might be able to use her strong and beautiful body to burn the sex out of him and escape somehow. She was as smart as he — if she kept her head she could escape, find other cities…
He took his cock out of her mouth. It was covered with her silken saliva. He carefully rubbed the soft gloss on each of her cheeks and his cock felt like a flaming baton, he was so hot. His rod throbbed in pre-orgasmic ecstasy and he moaned.
“I don’t know whether to fuck in your mouth or squirt it all over that beautiful face, the soft skin, those smooth shoulders,” he told her.
She didn’t care. She was getting hot again. It was a powerful cock, loaded for action, and her first orgasm made her hotter.
He pulled her up so he could reach down and palm her big tits as he fucked into her mouth. She felt his heat, smelled him, tasted his fierce cock bunting in her mouth a mile a minute. She could tell by his almost continuous throbs of pleasure that he relived a dream he’d had a thousand times.
“Oh, baby, you are sucking, sucking…”
She began to moan and keen, helping him get it off, aware of the fierce pressure in his groin. He came so fast it caught her by surprise.
“Oh… now… princess!” he cried softly.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, red and gleaming, the dark prick hole expanding. Suddenly it blossomed white and his body hot jissum exploded in her face, simmering cum on her nose, lips, eyes, and in her hair.
On instinct she opened her mouth and swallowed the jerking, spurting prick, which acted like a live animal with a life of its own. He gave huge groans of pleasure and seeded her mouth and throat, jerking and keening.
“Right in your mouth, Crystal. Take it… drink it.”
“Mmmmmmmm.”
She felt his hot, creamy butter slide down her throat, coating it with his manhood. She could almost chew the powerful sperm-loaded semen. She’d never tasted such virile sperm. It set her cunt on fire. He held her head, strained happily, and shot it all off in gush after gush. She felt a tiny surge of triumph. He had not really wanted to spurt in her mouth. He was a perverse man who took pride in acting different from others. He would’ve preferred to wash her face in it.
She thought they would rest then, perhaps even talk. But he picked up the vibrator and used her cunt again, slowly, maliciously, crooning. No one had ever laid such a sex trip on her body. He seemed to know exactly what to do to bring her right up to her peak where her crazed belly died for relief of orgasm and then drop her back, only to tease and thrill her up to pre-orgasm once again.
At last she could stand it no longer.
“Please— let me cum. Oh, please, puh-leeze!” she begged. She was so hot that she wanted to fill her lungs with air and scream in hot-bellied frustration.
He suddenly shoved his head between her legs and gave her a furious bite right on her cunt, then jabbed his tongue on her clit.
“Yeeeeeeeeee!” she screamed and thrust her belly up and exploded with incredible fervor, throbbing, gasping, slobbering, twisting, a half-mad creature of turned-on sexuality who could hardly stand the sweet stabs of ecstasy that burned in her as she gave up powerful cunt spasms.
“Ah, oh, ah, ah, ah,” she moaned, and reached total surrender.
He started on her breasts that he’d all but ignored up until now.
“Don’t do that. Now, Gunnar, don’t,” she insisted.
She was all but fucked out, yet the continuous sex merely made her hotter and more sensitive. Her tits, her nipples, were virgin grounds. He wisely knew that some women could orgasm from breast stimulation alone, if their bodies were already hotly sexed up. Some women could glow and burn for hours, to exhaustion, and she was one of them.
He was too smart to overload her exquisitely sensitive beauties. He gave her the gentlest of tongue play, the most insidious of teeth-nibbling, and used his saliva as a silken, slightly stinging honey to keep her nipples bathed, and stroked until they almost literally throbbed.
Down he would reach to give her clit a few strokes. She was cuntsore now, and yet her clitoris was swollen with rich feeling from his total sex use of her.
“Ha. Hee. What are you doing to me? This is ridiculous. I won’t… oh, I won’t… ahhh. Oh, No, No, No,” she went, moaning, tossing her head in her distress at the pleasure.
Her body now felt like one massive and aching clit, white hot, incredibly tender, fully open and crammed with girl juices to be harvested. When he pressed the vibrator, slick with her own cunt juices, into her mouth, she mumbled and sucked it just like it was a prick. Anything… anything to relieve that damnable, extraordinary pressure-pleasure on her stiff, sucked nipples.
When she thought she was surely going to faint dead away into a final orgasm as irritating to the over-used tissues as it was eager, he spread her legs and finally— oh, finally — fucked his big cock into her.
“Yeeee. Fuck me! Fuck me!” she begged.
If she could only die for him once more and be done with it. She felt they’d used up all the pleasure there was left in the world.
In and out, his big cock at last rocked into its ultimate target, bringing her so much satisfaction that she was sure he was boring a hole right up her backbone. Her slippery cunt began to cum almost from his first grunt-thrusts.
“Uh, uh, uh, fucking you, doll.”
“I— there!” she gasped in gratitude.
Her cunt gloved on his cock, squeezing it, and she went dizzy and faint with orgasmic pleasure. She forgot who she was or where she was and gave up spasms of glorious pleasure as she felt a big, tight prick reaming her belly to happiness.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned.
She finished her orgasm run and hung under him in a strange, new erotic place. Her belly was totally used up from all the action, and yet it would not quit. No sooner had she finished than she felt a new thrill building behind the ones that had gone before.