The water drips down from my body while I wait as for you. I can't believe I actually gave you oral in the shower. I look at myself in the mirror and see the same familiar features, nothing's changed. But that's not entirely true. You are changing me on the inside. I still don't know whether this is good or bad.
Before I have time to contemplate any further, you wrap me in a towel and pat me dry. You do it with a gentleness that surprises me. It makes it harder for me pin you - the beast or the gentleman.
You lead me back to the bed, the towel wrapped lightly around me. It provides me a sense of safety; safe from you. I can't place the exact feeling. How can you frighten and entice me, both at the same time? What are you doing to my mind?
Unanswered questions flit through my head when I'm brought back to reality with a jolt. You've removed the towel. I'm naked again, but it's consoling, that so are you.
You face me towards the bed while you stand behind me. Then it comes, after what seems like an eon of silence, the single command, "Bend forward."
You emphasise it with a slight push to the middle of my back. I lean forward till I'm resting my palms on the mattress. I crane my neck back to see what you are up to. Your eyes are focused on my bottom. I turn my head away, the intensity of your stare burns me.
You widen my stance, giving you an unrestricted view at my unguarded, naked pussy in the bright light. The air is cool as it caresses the most intimate part of me. I can sense you take it all in, every fold, every puckered bit, every little goosebump. I try to stay still and hide my feelings. I don't even know what I'm trying to hide. I hope that the impassive look on my face is mirrored all over my body, but I'm wrong. My pussy pulses with a life of its own. I am betrayed by my own body - my greedy pussy has revealed my own wantonness.
I flush all over. Was that embarrassment or arousal? Then suddenly the air around my pussy changes. It's warm. Your fingers peel apart my nether lips even further. I can feel you looking right inside me, all pink and wet and inviting. My heart's thumping inside my chest, but the throbbing pulse is everywhere.
Then you invade. I shy away from it, shocked by the soft, hot, and wet touch. But you grab my hips and keep me closer while your tongue flicks at my entrance. Your nose is nudging against my other hole, I definitely need to get away. But it's futile to struggle against your herculean strength. Maybe it's just me who isn't trying hard enough. Your violation, while it scares me, it also feeds my ego. The idea that someone could worship even that part me sends a thrill rush through my body.
I know I'm gushing. It can't all be your saliva that's trickling down my thighs. You continue to tease me with that wicked tongue of yours. All I can do is try to clench you tongue each time it penetrates me. My knees and elbows threaten to buckle as I lose every other sensation save the ones at my core.
You withdraw. The cool air fills the spot you just vacated. And without any warning you enter me, harder and possibly even bigger. The easy of your entrance is a testament to my arousal, my desire. You hold yourself in position by placing your hands on my hips, grabbing none too gently the soft flesh there. When you start to move it's not gentle either, it's not even remotely polite. You are using me, plain and simple. The angle of your penetration affords me little pleasure, so I bring down my hand to play with my clit. You don't approve. You pin the offending hand behind my back and continue pounding into me.
My other hand slips and I'm slumped onto the bed. Now the angle is ungainly for both of us. Yet you don't skip a beat as you just reach forward and yank my hair back, forcing my torso up. It smarts. I am essentially being raped, my brain tells me. But there's something else, or the lack of it. I'm under no pressure to please you. Your pleasure is your prerogative now, and I'm released from the burden of having to cater to it. All that's required of me now is this submission.
I'm nowhere near an orgasm but I've never been so aroused or even this wanton ever. I sink into my role as you toy. A sharp sting on my bottom punctuates the teasing pleasure. I clench instinctively. Sensing that it was just the one I relax and I'm immediately treated to a second slap on the ass cheek, and more clenching on my part. You caress the sensitive skin that you just hit, it tickles. The immediate sting is replaced by pleasure instead. It lulls me into relaxation, big mistake. I scream when the blow lands; tears well up in my eyes.
Before I can get over the pain, you come inside me. The hot spurts coat my insides, suffusing me with liquid warmth. You go slack against my back. The thundering of your heart rocks through me, and you are breathing just as hard as I am. I haven't come yet but I'm exhausted. How, I do not understand. You have exhausted me. I sink into to the mattress, and you fall on top of me.
I couldn't believe that I had let you use me. The sting of that final slap still hurts but it's dulled down, sending a prickly sensation down my legs and up my spine. The tiredness claims what little thought I have and soothe me into a deep sleep.
(to be cont...)
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