I’m not sure how the mood turned but it did. The smell of sex permeated in minutes.
I sucked his cock after permission was given. My tongue, my throat, his silky hard cock. I was entranced. I savored every lick, the stretch of my throat, my restricted breathing.
“On your belly, baby girl.” I felt languid from touching him. I rolled over presenting him my ass, thighs, back. His hands caressed, his eyes ravished. I breathed in his pheromones.
The vibe materialized under me. Pushed up between my thighs. It coaxed and cajoled my sex. But his words, oh his words, those seduced my mind. “Are you my whore? Yes, you are. That’s a good whore. You’re going to be my good little cum whore and give me what I want.”
His fingers curled into the close hairs at the nape of my neck and pulled my head up. His teeth grazing the side of my neck as venom dripped from his lips. “My good slut, feel it, take it. Give me what I want. You want to, I know.”
His hand released the adder’s grip from my neck and pushed my face into the sheets. His face pushed between my ass cheeks, his tongue assaulted my asshole. My back arched on its own, opening me to him while vibrations continued their relentless affair under me.
“I should just fuck your ass right now, no warm up, and listen to you whimper.” His finger slid into my tight hole. He knew how that threat would scare me, excite me. I feared him tearing me, but I ached for him stretching me wide. Oh, the dichotomy. My pussy spasmed with every threat.
His finger fucked my ass. The intense sensations from ass to clit were turning my soul. Rolling her like swine in slop. “Dirty girl, you’d like me to take your ass. You want to be my dirty whore. Such a good little dirty whore you are.”
He pushed the vibrator up high and tight on my throbbing clit. I would not take long, I was gone. Only a dirty slut remained pinned under him. I responded to him now, the frenzy was upon me. “Yes Daddy, I’m your dirty girl, dirty girl. Wicked dirty girl.” I spoke in tongues to my Devil, my captor.
“Yes, my little cum whore, you want to give me your come don’t you?” He spanked me hard, once, twice, thrice, in staccato succession. “Give it to me.”
My body convulsed, I continued to spew filth as the orgasm tore through my body and mind. Hot sticky glorious waves of pleasure. He pushed me down on the vibe knowing I’d want it gone now. “No, take it, ride it.” Fuck! Please let it stop, I can’t take it.
I kept coming with his hand pressing me down. I rode the storm. My mental ship and all her crew tossed on the churning, roiling tide. The vibe stopped, it must have. Breathing became my world. His warmth and caress my heaven.
“That’s right. Good girl. You did very well. Such a good girl.” I wrapped myself in him. His love, his approval. My bliss.