My Mouth Feels As Empty Without Your Nipples As Your Cunnie Does Without My Cock.

My mouth feels as empty without your nipples as your cunnie does without my cock.

This story is for someone who hoped that one day I would write one for her. That day has arrived.

COMPROMISE

"No more,  I have a bf."

Every few words coming in few fractured phrases , punctuated by gasps and breath hitched in her chest by each administration of my tongue on her neck and nibble on her ear. She continued to exert the minimal protest to preserve her dignity until she felt my fingers slip under her drenched panties.  At that,  she clamped her thighs together on my hand with vice-like enthusiasm.

She sprang to her elbows. My eyes met hers,  that radiated an ambivalence of loyalty and lust.

"I cannot," she managed to mutter through anxiety-clenched lips.  "I promised him that as long as we are together,  this pussy is his alone."

"Fine," I responded resolutely. With no hesitation,  I lifted her from the bed,  flipped her around with her knees beneath her, and her chest pressed to the bed.  Before she could protest further,  my fingers had slid between her dripping pussy lips. Carrying a load of her juices,  I began to massage my fingers around her alternate hole.

"No wait! I've never had any more than a plug in my..."

The rest of the sentence was swallowed in a whirlwind of pain,  shock,  and pleasure as first one, then two fingers are thrust into her resisting ass. Overwhelmed by the sensations,  her hole yielded as did her will to deny the pleasure of this new experience.  I plunged the fingers of my free hand deep in your wet pussy before lathering her juices over the head of my cock.  When I pushed it inside,  time stood still,  as did her breathing,  as she tried to comprehend what she had allowed to just happen.

A hyperbolic cascade of profanity streamed from her into the mattress.  I could not tell if they were from pain,  pleasure,  or anger as she flailed against the bed,  desperately attempting to seek purchase,  succeeding only with knotted handfuls of sheets and blanket.  I forced her down into a propone position as I continued to pound her ass balls deep. Grasping her neck and pulling her ear to my mouth,  I could finally hear her pleas for more... harder... faster...

Spurred on by her words to an almost feral level, I could no longer maintain the edging that I had engaged in and exploded my load deep inside her. Her legs had been lifted to my side,  encouraging me to remain in her.  When they finally collapsed,  we were both drained. 

Her promise maintained,  she only had one word to speak when she regained enough breath.

"Again."

into race play?🤣

Well, let's see, I've dated Mexican/Peruvian Latinas, a Chinese Spaniard, a black Puertorican, a South Korean, a German, an Australian, and a Cambodian/Chinese.

Raceplay? I wouldn't know where to begin!

Or it felt like physical pain?

(nsfw question) have u ever been so horny u cried

Daddy's Home

Daddy had been away on a business trip for two weeks, but you were too tired to wait for his return. Instead, you had rubbed your little button and fingered your cunny while thinking about him until you passed out. He hadn't tucked you into bed since you were little, but when the front door closed and the hall light shone through the gaped-open bedroom door, you were instantly awake and aware.

“I missed you, Baby Girl. I just came in to give you a hug and goodnight. Sorry that it is so late, my plane was delayed.”

You had long since stopped sleeping in pajamas, choosing only panties and no shirt. You pull the thin sheet up to cover your breasts, anxious that when he hugs you that he will notice that it made your nipples hard. You arch you back away, but his hug is too enthusiastic and he pulls you close so that your body melds to his. He must have noticed because he lingered in the hug, squeezing your tits to his chest. His hot breath is on you neck, making your pussy leak into your panties.

Before he broke the grasp and left the room with a shy and seemingly guilty smile, you had already decided.

Next time....

This story is inspired by a request resulting in my Spring Break story. I felt that background from her perspective added a bit of prologue to the story, so "Anonymous", your request continues to inspire.

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