True Confessions Heard by a Priest Ch. 05
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' "Big." He was shorter than she was in heels...150 lbs at best, but tight, o so tight... "Big," yesssssssss. Exactly where she needed him to be.'
Backing to the bed, she asked again, 'How you want me, Daddi?' 'Nasty,' he answered. 'O, I could love this big-dicked muthafucka,' she thought. She stared straight into his eyes, turned on him and clambered onto the bed on all fours, her ass arched high and puckered; her cock and balls swaying an invitation. She glanced over her shoulder at him. 'Cum get it, Daddi. Make it yours...'
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Before he could get to the bed, she reached to the nite-stand and pulled out a tube of lipstick. As he approached, she creamed her lips; a deep, thick, bright, violent red. 'You need to fuck these first, Papi...' she said. 'I need to get you too hard. Want you to be able to spear my hot asshole. Don't care if you cum soon as you touch me...I've got the mouth of a goddess, Babi. I'll bring you back to life...Feed me, Daddi. Feed Mami. Feed your sweet bitch...'
Sydian/Chapter 7/They Were Plush
They were plush; plush and hot, and full of promise. She licked them as if her tongue could give more gloss, and smoothness—more flavor—to her slick, red lips. Slick red against the polished black luster of her face. Not a word passed between them as she ovalled her lips and tightened them, making him force his way to pleasure. He wasted no time. Rhythmically he rode her mouth; but she controlled all that cock, sucking and whipping her tongue around it; feeling him swell to proportions that she wondered if even she could take...
He was big—big—huge...Damn! Here was a cock that frightened even her...Damn, she needed this piece...she pulled back from his mouth-fucking, clamped the base of his cock with thumb and forefinger, and smiled as she wiped a rope of spit and precum from her chin and worked it into the head of his cock. Still holding onto him, she turned and presented her ass. With her other hand, leaning forward with a shoulder on the bed, she spread the cheeks of her ass and revealed the perfect bud of her asshole...By the look on his face, she knew he could hardly believe it: it was perfect—she had had the asshole of a virgin—damn, she had worked hard at it! She had mastered the exercises that kept her asshole tight and even attractive, if that were at all possible... 'So fuckin' vain...,' she laughed o herself...
The ass, itself, was beautiful enough, and she shifted just so slightly to put him on task again...Her move was to have the desired effect: she wanted the first thrust, at least, to be painful—to burn her; to sear her asshole and love tunnel. She wanted him to then hump her hard—bone-jarring pelvic shots—for as long as possible. She knew, no matter how perfect his body; no matter the extent of his stamina, he couldn't bang her forever...So she had to calculate the first shots of this fuck...Save the 'love-making' for later—if there was to be any—she wanted a hard, nasty ass-fucking now! She wanted to remember him. How else?
His cock rested against the tight outside ring of her ass for only a second or so...Then, in what seemed to be slow motion, he rose on his toes, splayed the cheeks of her ass wide with both strong hands, arched his back away from her, and slammed home...The pain was incredible...just what she needed—what she hoped for. With her asshole on fire she screamed. Her decibels filled the room, shook the floor-to-ceiling panes...
'Oooooooooooo,' she wailed, YOU'RE HURTING ME! YOU'RE HURTING MEEEeeeeeeee...' 'Stop! Stop! O please, STOPPPPP!' It was only his first thrust. He had hit bottom with a bang. When the head of his cock collided with the bottom of her shit-slide, her balls and cock shook...then her cock began to grow and thicken and lengthen with every hot, raw stroke he gave her. She was crying so much—she was so loud—that he eased for a moment—only to have her give him a snarling look that told him that she expected him to fuck to shit out of her...
'O, Daddi...don't you dare!' 'Hurt the Bitch! Hurt the Bitch!...Yessssssss, hurt the Bitch! Claim me Daddi! Claim me—claim this ass! Make me your bitch! Please Daddi, please...See how good it is when you hurt me good; when you hurt the Bitch good?' On his backstroke he glanced between her thighs and saw her meaning. Her cock was bloated a full, hard, ten inches. Precum was puddling the sheet as it stretched from the slit of her dickhead like a thick shaft of liquid crystal.
His hands slipped from her sweaty haunches. One found one of her fat, thick nipples; the thumb and forefinger twisted it sharply. She squealed; rocked back against him...sending his cock even deeper. The other hand found her big, pretty black cock.
He began to stroke it in rhythm to his pumping of her ass...Syddd's head lolled from side to side in the pillows...she was in heaven—or, at least, it was up her ass...
Sydian/Chapter 8/The Presence of Mind/Finis
The presence of mind...the presence of mind. Sydd drifted back from the fog of pleasure that had engulfed her. Then it dawned on her, as he worked her nipple and the head of her cock. She wanted more. She didn't want this to end just yet; and not quite like this: her submissive and prostrate; ass up and filled. Well, the latter was exactly what she wanted, but she also need to be more active—she needed to impart a little pleasure of her own—it was a matter of pride—if nothing else. She needed to hear this pretty, big, black cocked muthafucka at least call her name.
She struggled to put her arms out in front of her. He still hammered her asshole like a tight drum, but he was conserving energy. He was, after all, she smiled, 'human.' But O!, was this fucka good! She pushed up onto her elbows; then straightened her arms and pushed her self back onto his lap deeply. He moaned. 'Good,' she thought...
Her move forced him to sit back on his haunches, and now she settled deeply into his lap, her thighs flanking his. Now she began to grind with all that cock up her ass...it would be the nastiest lap dance he'd ever have. In a flurry, his hands were everywhere. They felt so good, she almost lost concentration,. They slipped from her cock to the flat of her belly, and then came to rest just above her hips. For a moment...or two...he lifted her thrusts on his cock... 'O Babi, Babi...,' dripped from her lips. The hands swept back to her belly and then smoothed the skin between her belly and breasts. When they got to those two creations, the tactile assault was merciless. He caught them and her on the upstroke; cupping them underneath, he managed her pumping of his cock... 'Jeeezuz! This man is ggggoood...'
An instant later, they were back on the 'prize.' This time, he took two handfuls of her cock and began to pump in time to her thrusts against him. She passed her arms back through his, locking them behind his back. The silhouette in the mirrors was breath taking. Her beautiful, full, hard tits arched upward and all that hard cock jutting away from her body as she rode him. Now her fetish kicked in. she was mesmerized by her own carnal vision. She loved the sight of her fucking; her sexing. And he was doing it for her and to her.
She leaned back against him, into him. 'Daddi?' 'Hmmm?' 'Daddi, it's too good...you gonna havta give me that nut soon...real soon, Daddi...cuz I can't hold much longer.' Amazing how years of education and breeding can slip away just like that in the act of fucking...
She felt him get larger in her asshole...she tightened her grip round his back, tried to get deeper into his lap. She arched back against him, let her head slide to his shoulder, gently breathed/kissed against his neck, knowing that neither of them could contain the heat. He worked her thick swollen cock, again making her cream churn to the surface in competition with a moan that could not escape her lips and whose pressure almost blocked her ears...
As her hot, hot cum erupted and splattered up between her breasts, she felt him burst in her ass-canal. She jerked and twitched on his cock. The sensation, she thought for the moment, was unbelievable—then she quickly thought better of herself, almost missing, in the exchange, a tight, muffled 'Sssssyddd...uhhhhh...Sssyddd-jiaan...Sydian...'
They collapsed sideways onto the sheets. She smiled softly as fatigued closed her eyes... 'Gotcha, didn't I?!!!...'
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