You rather resent the bed, the way it dominates the room and hence your options, as being downright quaint, but there seems not much getting around it, so you pull her back onto it while slashing away everything else and making her instantly nude. Truth is, she's some bombshell fantasy of yours made flesh, and the simple fact is that this is going to be one hell of a lot of fun, and you fuck her, at first from behind, with newfound enthusiasm.
Even better, you quickly determine that this female's orgasmic tripwire is a delicate one, easily activated, again and again. It's as if she's incredibly sensitive -- or perhaps simply frustrated, and as you occasionally glance up at your voyeur, you have to give her a lot of credit, she probably deserves a medal for being able to service such a far-gone sugar daddy. You concentrate back on her, as you've always wanted to pleasure the shit out of some latter-day Marilyn, and before you know it one grunting sweating hour has gone by, by the end of which there's no pretense anymore, she has her legs and arms wrapped around you.
"Damn you, damn you, it's so -- good, it's so fucking -- GOOD!" she whispers at you. "Who are you, behind that mask?"
"A life support system for the cock that's fucking you, now shut the fuck up!" You feel genuinely enraged, though you're not sure why.
Somehow the fear you instill in her seems to arouse her even more, and she's mewling and writhing as she hits her biggest orgasm yet. As soon as she's through it, she clings to you urgently and says "Take me with you!"
"What the fuck?" you tell her. You're a bit annoyed.
"I don't know who you are, but I want to live with you. I'll do anything you ask. Anything at all."
You glance back up, and the voyeuristic glee of the man seems to be evaporating. Now he's worrying about genuine betrayal.
"D-Darling!?" he tries to object.
"Shut up, bitch!" she snarls at him suddenly. "I'm talking to a MAN. Which can't have anything to do with YOU."
He looks slapped, horrified. You get back control, clamping your hand over her mouth.
"You made your deal. Live with it." And with that, driven by a kind of spite, you feel yourself pulsing into her at last. Yet even that is not enough, for there is still so much of her to desire, so you insist that she titfucks you and sucks you off to a second ejaculation, and you laugh indulgently as it blasts all over her face and shoulders and huge breasts. it was tempting, for one minute, to run off with this living sex doll, but you like this arrangement just fine. |