The slowness, the unreal quality of his teasing tempo, and her velvety muscles massaging his throbbing tool, flamed his mind and brought an agonizing desire to roughly flip her onto her stomach and pound his hardness into her, drive it full length into her perfect ass. His breathing was ragged as he controlled his slow stroking against all his natural instincts. He fought himself with a savage intensity, keeping the pace slow and deliberate even though the first delicate featherings of orgasm danced through his tense balls.
She fought the overriding desire to throw herself back on Tommy's engorged penis each time it found its way into her with delightful slowness. Never before had she experienced an orgasm blossoming so sweetly and gently. Tiny fingers of erotic heaven dabbled teasingly at the core of her being, shooting tiny sparks through her for eternal seconds, gleefully dancing against her tightly shut eyes as if forcing itself to flaming birth despite her unmoving body. A shattering climax was building inside her with an unstoppable determination, frantically stoking the fires of her passion with its demand for fiery life.
"I'm going to come in your hot ass," he whispered.
"Yes," she nodded, concentrating on the blinding throes wrenching through her tightly held stomach, afraid to move, to give herself up to the hammering orgasm and heave wildly against him, to impale herself fully on the divinely torturing tool sliding with delicious slowness along the clutching length of her frenzied anal passage, driving her crazy with exploding desire with his deliberate disregard for her thundering sex, his refusal to slam-stroke her to the pinnacle of trembling orgasm.
His fingers pinched her hip cruelly as he strained the smoky climax up from his scalding balls. "I'm going to come in your sweet ass right now," he choked out between tightly clenched teeth before sinking his teeth into her soft tanned shoulder to keep from crying out as the dam burst and his hot cum raced through his rigid penis with shuddering intensity. And still he slow-stroked her, barely moving, straining and fighting and damning the clamoring dictates of his sex to slam and rip and tear with his mighty organ, maximizing and prolonging the crashing cymbals of Herculean orgasm searing his brain and body with gripping, twisting, hurting climax.
She refused to make a sound, balling her tiny fists and digging her fingernails into her palms, stifling a terrible yell of ecstasy in her breast as she felt the first white-hot burst from his gushing weapon. Her orgasm crept silently through her, exploding and twisting her insides as she milked the gargantuan prick in her ass, squeezing it, loving it, torturing herself and him with wonderful, powerful, conquering slowness, desperately fighting the quivering summons from her tiny clitoris to scream her ultimate joy, her unending gratitude as the roller coaster of her climax peaked and flew unstoppably through a series a vicious hairpin turns, heightening the magnificent physical experience around the throbbing, spurting, hard cock head firing salvo after white-hot salvo far deep into her thankful bowels.
Minutes later, still recovering from the mighty forces of his violent orgasm and limp in her precious ass, he tenderly kissed the angry red teeth marks on her softly tanned shoulder and whispered, "You're great, honey, and I want some more of your fantastic loving, but I have to get to the training camp by one o'clock." He trailed a series of soft kisses along her warm neck. "I'll call you soon."
She nodded in blissful agreement, turning her head back over her shoulder. "O.K.," she said softly, offering her lips to him for a quick kiss.
He let his mouth linger on hers for a brief second before sighing at the demands of his job and slowly pulling his thoroughly fucked cock from her tight ass, feeling her rubbery ring clamp in protest at the exit of his smooth cock head. He winked adoringly at her, gave her shoulder a last kiss and whispered, "I love your sweet ass. I'll call you tonight and we'll set a time for me to fill your hot bottom again." He cupped a silken breast for a moment, smiling his promise to return. "I'm going to take a shower before I go," he added, rolling quietly from the bed and tiptoeing from the bedroom.
Moments later she heard the shower running and let her mind go to imagine his sleek trim body under the spray, picturing his thinly muscular frame, his manly chest, his wonderful strong thighs, and the lovable dangling length of him wet and glistening. Her smile broadened and she sighed with feline contentment as she rested her head on the pillow next to Bobby.
I have it good. I am in earth's heaven, she thought fondly. And it still promises to get better! I have everything I have ever wanted, she mused with silent appreciation, shifting her arm slightly and nestling Bobby's sleeping head more comfortably against her bosom. I have Tommy's huge, unbelievable cock for the precious new hole I discovered last night, the hole he opened so forcefully and thoroughly against my will-bless him-and I have my Bobby, the man who made all this possible, not only gave me a sense of pride in my body, but a confidence I have never had before, a feeling that I can do anything and everything, succeed at whatever I choose.
She smiled with pleasant nostalgia as she remembered her shy bravado before taking the irreversible step into prostitution with Elliot Beaumont, telling Bobby, "I'll turn him every way but loose," and, "he'll be begging for more," when she knew in her young heart that she was scared silly and her knees were shaking and barely able to support her. Her smile crinkled at the corners of her eyes and tugged sensuously at her full lips as a cute smugness, a happiness with life and pride in her ability to please, settled itself prettily on her sharp flawless features.
She suddenly wanted to be among people, to show the world she was alive and blissfully happy, to bounce wonderfully carefree on Bobby's elegant arm; maybe being seated at a fancy restaurant, dining regally under candlelight, fitting into the impeccable mold of the higher class, somewhere people could see her with THE man in her life, the man who gave her a life of meaning and purpose.
Tommy ducked his head in the door and pointed to his watch. He made a disappointed face before touching his fingers to his lips and blowing her a kiss filled with many unspoken promises.
She smiled with a Mona-Lisa-like contentment, mysterious and offering, then winked her perpetual impishness at him before waving an equally disappointed set of fingertips in his direction.
He returned her smile for a moment, feasting on her lovely sprawled nakedness, etching her soft willing form deep in his mind before shrugging helplessly in frustrated desire and tiptoeing down the hall. Moments later she heard the door close quietly behind him.
Yes, I am a very lucky girl, she thought, snuggling close against Bobby's warm body and letting her teasing fingers trail lazy circles over the smooth tanned skin at his side for slow seconds, finally reaching his slender hip and frolicking there for a timeless moment as she deliberated whether to wake him from his sound sleep or to remain cuddled warmly next to him.
She brought her lips forward and lightly kissed his smooth brow, loving the wonderful successful man next to her. The fires of her sex told her she would be good to him, do anything he wanted her to do, anywhere at any time. She was thoroughly his, she told herself, snuggling closer. I will be more than his mistress for his immediate desires. My everything is his to do with as he wishes.
She brushed an errant strand of hair back from his forehead with a delicate finger, marveling at the emotions he evoked in her, especially the blossoming love she bad kept pent-up in her bosom for years as she looked for the person worthy of her total devotion, telling herself she was completely in love with Bobby Fender, wanting to serve him, to cater to his every whim.