IvoryPearls
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She was very naked. The kind of naked that's pink and cream and silver. Sitting in the middle of her bed, she was waiting - not very patiently - for her man. She kept listening for the sound of his car (maybe his bike tonight). As she waited, she idly - almost unaware - started touching herself. She was glad she indulged and had her pussy waxed. He liked that. His tongue could glide over the bare wetness for hours. And then she heard his car. She grabbed a thin silk robe and ran to the door. He was inside before she could get to the door. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him "I'm glad you're here. I've missed you" She had learned he wasn't demonstrative towards her, and she accepted that about him. She hurried to the kitchen and poured his preferred drink. As she brought it to him, he put his hand between her legs and felt her smooth slick cunt. "You've been playing with yourself" he stated. "Good. I'm going to fuck that slit all night long"
He pushed her towards the bedroom with his hand in the small of her back. She knew when he was like this, it was going to be rough. Always a man of few words in bed, tonight was going to be quiet except for the sounds of his grunting and her cries as he made her come time and again. He sat on her bed and faced her away from him. She saw herself in the mirror - flushed with wanting him so badly. He calmly nursed his drink, then told her to untie her robe. As she did, the silk slid askew on her shoulders and her breasts were now naked and exposed. Without thinking, she touched her nipples and felt his eyes burn into her back while she made them hard in her fingers "Drop it". And the robe slithered down her back and to the floor. The ice in his drink rattled as he drained the last of the gin and tonic. Looking in the mirror, she could see him behind her.
He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the bed. He had been an athlete all his life and still had the strong body of someone who played hard. She loved his hairy chest and would burrow into it after sex. His legs were criss-crossed with scars and she traced them sometimes when she would give him a massage. She heard the metallic sound of his zipper opening and knew he'd be naked - powerfully naked - behind her. She drew her breath sharply as she felt his hands - cold from the iced drink - run down her hips and across her ass. She remembered the first time she was naked for him. Scared and nervous and vulnerable. He had been impatiently kind and she knew he admired confidence. She had struggled with it, and he had finally almost angrily demanded she stop doubting herself. At this moment, she felt gloriously naked and utterly wanton for him. She knew he wanted to be there - and wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
Automatically, as his hands ran across the backs of her thighs, her legs parted. Some throwback instinct made her stand on her toes and arch her back at him - presenting her behind to him as a gift of flesh. He reached over her shoulder for the bottle of oil she used when she would give him a massage. He lifted up her hair and kissed the back of her neck. His body leaned onto hers and she felt his thick hard cock - hot against her ass. She couldn't help it - she felt her cunt leak as he kissed down her back. He stood away from her and reached for his drink. Her legs were straining as she stood - still on her toes - in front of the big dresser mirror. She lifted one long leg and stretched it and as she did, he said softly "I see your cunt when you do that" She slowly lowered her leg. After a few seconds (she thought her heart would pound out of her chest) she deliberately lifted her other leg - knowing she was teasing him with another view of her bare pussy.
Without preamble, his large hard hand landed sharply on one of her cream-colored ass cheeks. Hard. Before she could even draw a breath to cry out, the other cheek was struck and soon matched the glowing cherry red color of its twin. Tears ran down her face as he held her neck in his hand and harshly and quietly said "Cock teasing whores generally get what they deserve" As she cried quietly, he uncorked the bottle of oil and dribbled it over her flaming ass flesh. It did nothing to cool the burning. The light oil ran down her thighs and mixed with the juice running from her pussy. Her legs were streaked with the mix. His strong hands - that were just a moment ago slapping fire into her ass - were now sliding all over her silky smooth sex. He didn't have to tell her - she knew instinctively that he would tolerate her tears but she was to otherwise be silent. It was hard not to cry out as he found her tiny clit and twisted it - delicately and insistently. He slipped a thick finger into her slit and she lowered herself onto his hand. She began to fuck his fingers - by this time, two oily fingers were inside if her. They made quick work. In seconds, she cried out and came on the same hand that had hurt her minutes earlier. A thin sheen of sweat shone on her breasts as they shook with her orgasm. Wanting another, she started to buck on his hand again. "Whore", he laughed softly. "You can't even help yourself from doing that" She agreed with his assessment by coming again on his hand. Ready for her third one, she was actually indignant when she felt him remove his hand from her liquid cunt.
She knew he picked up the oil bottle again. There was a moment's pause, and then her nails scratched pale marks into the cherry wood of the dresser as his thick stiff dick popped into her asshole. Her surprised, green eyes met his in the mirror. She felt her ass spasm around his cock as he held her hips and backed her on to the rest of him. She took him. It hurt - the initial sweet violation. She had told him often she loved this, but it had been so long since a lover had given her that base, primitive thing she needed. And so, it hurt. She knew he sensed her pain. Her lover was all man - but he listened. He listened with his ears and with his mind and with his heart and he knew when she needed him to make it good. So for just a moment, he was still. He was panting and she could smell his sweat and their wetness behind her. He was still and let her back onto him so her pleasure overtook the pain. They didn't speak - he rested his rough hands on her shoulders and simply let her. Let her find the combination of pain and passion she wanted. Let her be a whore for him right then. Let her let him take her ass. And she did. She opened up for him and his thick cock was in her fully. She started rocking back on him. He looked at her in the mirror; her face was contorted in a mix of shame and delight. He mimicked her rocking and gradually hastened the rhythm until he was fucking her as though he was in her cunt.
There's a place she goes to when she experiences too much pleasure. She's virtually blind and deaf - and can only feel. Everything is magnified. He brought her to that place. He sensed it - that she was right with him, yet a million miles away. He wanted to go there too, and as the rocking of her tight asshole on his hard dick became almost too much, he poured a load into her as he muttered "Cunt...cunt" into her ear. He kept fucking her as he emptied into her ass. "Cunt". She looked into the mirror and saw he was as far away as she had been and she cried again because she knew she had given him back what he had taken from her.
"Cunt"
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