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The day I pretended to be a prostitute The day I pretended to be a prostitute · Mature · This story happened about 7 years ago, when I was still married. I was at a bar waiting for a friend. She texted me and apologized because she couldn’t come. So, I just stayed there, alone and sad. I watched all the young and happy people. They were enjoying their lives, while I was stuck in an unhappy marriage. As you probably know from my other stories, I have a thing for much younger men. I kept looking and imagining myself with some of them. I had a few drinks, which perhaps made me a little inattentive of how I was acting. I kept starring and smiling at young men without realizing I was doing it too obvious. I was a fat woman in my late 30s, so that was awkward. Suddenly a young African American man approached me: “So, you are available?” “Huh?” “50 Dollars?” “What?!” “I have a place nearby.” “What are you talking about?!” “Sorry. Never mind.” He went away. I was so distracted that it took me a few seconds to realize what had happened. He had mistaken me for a prostitute! I felt ashamed and noticed that I was acting suggestively without realizing it. All that starring and smiling at much younger men had given him that idea. I was a little ashamed and starred at the table. But I realized there was one good thing about the situation: A young man had found me attractive enough to pay for me. He wasn’t bad looking and reminded me of a good relationship I had with my first boyfriend, who was a nice young African American, in my twenties. I thought about the situation for a few minutes and it became less and less awkward. I was willing to be with him, but not as a prostitute. But I was too shy to simply tell him that. I also had a fantasy about being a sex slave for a strong dominant African American man. I thought perhaps pretending to be a prostitute could create a situation like that. I came to a conclusion: The only way to overcome my shyness and make him act like the man in my fantasy was pretending to be a prostitute! I stood up and went to him: “Okay, let’s go.” “So, you are available?” “Of course.” I was afraid that people may notice what was going on, so I went out of the bar and he followed shortly. “Why did you reject me the first time?” “I was afraid you might be a cop.” He was muscular and had a serious face, so that made sense. We went to his place, which was nearby. I think he realized that I was acting a little strange. I was happy, with a big stupid smile on my face. I haven’t met many prostitutes, but I don’t think they have such a big stupid smile on their faces when they are with their customers. He took me to his bedroom and began undressing. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. Despite not being happy in my marriage, I had never cheated on my husband, but now I was with a young stranger (perhaps 15 years younger than me) and ready to surrender myself to him. I was lost in my thoughts when he brought me back to senses: “What are you waiting for? Undress!” “Yes sir!” I began to take off my clothes. I revealed my body to him little by little. I was fat, and my face was average looking at best. Therefore, his interest in me excited me and made me feel better about myself. We both striped down to our underwear. He waited for me to continue. I opened my bra. I knew men were interested in my breasts more than anything since I was a teenager. I noticed his erection after seeing my breasts. It was comforting to know that my old breasts could still attract young men. I was a little ashamed to take off my panties, but I just forced myself to do it. He took off his underwear as well. His cock was big and fully erected. I really missed the sight of such a cock which I had fantasized about for years. He asked: “Are you okay with kissing? I’ll pay extra.” I was thrilled to hear that. I remembered what a good kisser my first boyfriend was. I was eager to repeat that experience, so I responded positively. We hugged together and started kissing. I locked my arms around his head and he locked his arms around my waist. It wasn’t purely artificial. We kissed like a boyfriend and girlfriend. He moved his hands down and grabbed my butt cheeks hard. It lasted a minute. After that he asked me to sit on the floor. I sat in front of his big erected cock. He grabbed and bundled my hair. It was a little painful, but as I said, I liked him to dominate me. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock in it. That was the biggest cock I ever had in my mouth, which scared me a little. I think my eyes widened which probably made my face looked scared and funny. He laughed at me as a result. I started sucking. It was good – both the taste and the feeling. I had not done something like this for so long that I had forgotten how it’s like. In my thoughts, I looked back at my life for a second and regretted that I had deprived myself and the others from such a pleasure. Such a regret gave me even more motivation for making the most out of this situation. I raised my hands and grabbed his butt cheeks, showing my eagerness in sucking his cock. He noticed my eagerness and encouraged me with his words: “That’s it bitch! You should be paying me, not the other way around! Suck that cock! Suck it hard!” He began pumping his cock in my mount as he was talking. He also forced me to move my head back and forward by dragging the bundle of my hair he had in his hand. Sucking turned into throat fucking. This was the first time I was doing it. It was hard but I managed to last. He cummed in my mouth. There was so much cum. I swallowed all of it. I was so distracted that I had even forgot to ask him to wear a condom. But I didn’t care anymore. He asked: “Did you like it?” “Yes.” “Such a horny bitch! I bet you would have followed me without needing any money.” “I would, probably!” “Come here!” He stood me up, turned me around and grabbed me hard from behind. He held me firmly, his left hand grabbed my breast and his right hand went for my pussy. He began fondling my pussy and squeezing my breasts as he kept kissing my neck from behind. He knew exactly how to play with my pussy, even better than myself! I moaned, and my moaning became louder as he increased the speed of his fingers. It had been years since I had such a pleasure. After a few minutes, I reached an orgasm, which came with a scream-like moan. He turned me around and we kissed again, this time it lasted much longer. If someone could see us like that, he probably would have thought that we were a happy couple, and certainly not a prostitute and her customer! He asked me to lay on the bed and began playing with my breasts. He kept squeezing them and sucked my nipples. After a few minutes of playing like that, he put his cock between my breasts and pushed them together, locking his cock in the middle. He started pumping. For me this was more funny than sexual. I laughed a little. He noticed it and said: “Is that funny bitch? Wait till my cock is up again. We’ll see who will be laughing then!” His cock wasn’t fully erected after his first orgasm, but it was getting there, little by little. He sat me on the ground again, threw a condom at me and said: “Hurry up! That’s your job, unless you want me to fuck you bare!” I opened the condom, sucked his cock a little until it was fully erected again, and put the condom on it. He asked me to lay down on the bed while he was standing next to it. He put a pillow behind me, so I could be positioned right. After that, he put my legs on his shoulders and tried to penetrate me. That was certainly the biggest cock I had until then. It was painful. He was probably expecting the widened vagina of an old prostitute, but I was too tight. “Damn! You are too tight. Don’t get many customers?” “Ahhh! I can’t take it!” To his surprise, he noticed that I really couldn’t take it like that. He went to his kitchen, soaked a paper towel with cooking oil and rubbed his cock with it in order to lubricate it. We tried for the second time. This time I was determined to do it. He put the tip of his huge cock on the entrance of my pussy, then slowly pushed it inside. It was still painful, but pleasing for me. He moved it back and forward slowly in order to familiarize himself with my insides and prepare me for pumping. My legs were up on his shoulders and he was squeezing my breasts with his hands. That excited me and I felt my pussy leaking juice, which could have eased things further by lubricating the way for his cock. He slowly increased the speed of his pumping. It was still a little painful but the pleasure was so great that I could hardly feel it. “Yeah! You like my black cock in that tight pussy bitch? I bet you never had anything like it!” “Oooh! It’s great! Fuck me!” “I’m gonna fuck your brains out! I’ll tear that pussy apart!” He was now doing it so fast and powerful that it felt like I’m being fucked by a fuck machine! I started to moan loudly. This was the kind of sex I wanted and had fantasized about it for years. He kept fucking me until I reached my second orgasm and he cummed shortly after. We were both very tired and sweating bad. We fell next to each other. He told me that I was the best whore he had in his life. I asked him why he picked me when he could have picked a young and prettier girl, and more importantly, he was handsome and didn’t need prostitutes for sex at all. He responded that he had a thing for fat white MILFs and I fit perfectly in that category! I admitted that I’m not a prostitute and explained why I had to act like one. We both laughed at the situation. He regretted that he had no energy left for my ass. I told him that I was anally virgin. He insisted on taking that virginity, and I was eager to complete my experiences that night, so I suggested doing it with a cucumber. He soaked a cucumber in cooking oil and fucked my ass with it. I was never a big fan of anal sex, but I enjoyed letting him take my virginity and at least got a general idea of how it’s like. He also spanked me a little before penetrating me with the cucumber. I slept with him that night. We made an arrangement to see each other again. We kept seeing each other for some time and had sex pretty much the same way we had the first time. The sex was great and made me realize what I had missed in my life sexually (not to mention the other and more important aspects of life) and encouraged me to free myself from my miserable marriage, which I did eventually. What started as something like a prostitute - customer relation turned into a wonderful and life changing experience for me and my “customer”. I know I materialized his fantasies and he eventually moved to more serious relationships and got married to a nice girl. I freed myself from my past too and started a new and happy life. Looking for nsa meetups with girls that are dtf Orange County, CA (USA) · Casual Sex · Hi, I am a white male residing in Fullerton, CA and am looking for no strings attached meetups. Pleas no prostitutes. If your horny and dtf then hit me up. P.S. I am looking for girls that are thin to average in body size. mazorca26 Male · alabaster, United States of America. This is the member profile for mazorca26 realandready Male · alabaster, United States of America. just ask me‚ im not here to write a book. And i know that sounds cliche but oh well Cockzilla48 Male · Alabaster, United States of America. 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The lightness of her near see through summer dress hanging beautifully from the apex of her curves. The lack of visible bra strap sparks memory of her disliking panties too. Before I can speak she smirks, pushes off the island, upright to stride in one seamless motion. The heals of her fashionably worn boots tapping out a cadence nearly as quick as my heart beat's pace. A pace that skipped a beat then doubled it's speed the moment I saw her face. She brushed by me as if I was any of a hundred potential buyers. Immediately starting her shpeil, "The house was built in blah blah blah. It has yada yada bedrooms and blah bathrooms, the school district is..." who cares. "The neighbors are..." whatever. I'm not listening as she strolls into the living room. Slightly distracted by the sound of her heels echoing through the empty room. She's describing the Craftsmanship and origins of the bold, room dominating, 10 ft tall rock and timber fireplace as I catch up and take her hand. Pulling it back then up. With hand over her head I spin her 540°. Using the first full spin to take her in. Stealing a moment to admire the bits of visible thighs briefly exposed as her dress's hem caught lift from a centrifically created updraft. Using the final half turn to position her, face and front side to fossilized fireplace, back side and ass to beloved blast from the past. Grasping her other hand, stacking them palm to back and interlacing her fingers, I place her soft manicured hands directly above her head as high as upstretched arms will reach. I start to slide my fingertips first over wrist, past forearm over... Her hands begin to lower. With both my hands I grab hers stretching her arms skyward again, pressing my chest to shoulder blades, backed by an ample amount of body wieght. I lean lips towards lobes and calmly but with enough conviction in my tone to convey my seriousness, "Leave. Them. There." I say no more. Again my hands begin to decend, callused palms inverted to feminine flesh, fingernails slowly sliding, starting at wrists, down forearms, over elbows, following tensed triceps downward, ever so softly grazing the tender back side of her underarms. Turning hands over and opting to trace inside of dresses neckline around to her front. Confirming no bra. Nervous knuckles barely reaching cleavage when, with wandering finger tips gripping both sides of necklines deepest dip. Suddenly a swift, powerful, fist separating pull... Loud and crisp is the echoing of bouncing buttons. A sharp audible inhale follows, both sounds raucously ricochet around the naked room. Unintentional auditory outburst instantly putting her shock on display. Simultaneously exciting me in an old familiar way. The reverb of that reactionary breathe detracting from the sound of flower printed fabric fracturing. Exposing alabaster breast as tantalizing tear plunges towards waistline. Retracting fisted fabric around ribs cage to spine and pressing bare chest heavily, harshly to cold multi textured stones. A wince and flinch, reaction to pain felt from jagged edge nearly piercing breast's flesh near left nipple's crest. Soothing coolness felt from, smooth, glass like surface of rounded stone nestled beneath right breast. Just to name a few nipple hardening, sentually maddening sensations felt by her nearly sensory overloaded torso. Though Mostly it's her titties that, with my left hand continuing to apply pressure, will continue to experience the full measure of the fireplaces titillating textures. Leaning in, adding an almost unbearable amount of body weight to her beautifully bulbous backside. I whisper "Leave them there." Giving a little nudge to shoulder blades opposite boulder bound breasts, confirming breasts were to stay put. Mouth so tight to ear, lower lip drug lobes edge while instructions were delivered. Again, my hands decend slipping over hipbone front to back then delicately down outer thighs. Finger's tips collect behind each knee before climbing steadily up each legs back side, hooking dresses hem, lifting it past waist around hips to a tucked resting place between pelvis and fireplace rock. Chalky white ass fully exposed I give into the urge, slapping first left cheek *Smack* then right *Smack* momentarily leaving me motionless, mesmerized by rippling rump's firm resistance to jiggling. Too toned in fact, *Smack* I giggled, I did. *Smack* such an uncontrolled response was that. I then grab tattered dress at the peak from which it hangs between necks base and shoulders edge, rough and carelessly tugging it past waist til just over hips the fractured floral fabric flounders to the floor. I place hands on shoulder blades, thumbs tight to spine's sides. Smoothly, slowly my hands glide almost frictionless down back, cruise convex curves two thirds down ass. Slipping thumbs in crack as if peeling an orange I seperate the two beautifully toned parabolus that together are her near perfect ass. Slowly I start to squat then kneel there behind her, taking time to breath long deliberate breathes of warm lust down her slightly goosebumped spine. Dragging first my lower lip, then my up a short distance and just one time. Stopping at tail bone and ass cracks rendezvous point, I lead with wet tongue's tip follow that with puckered lips ending in a momentary french kiss With puddled saliva mid tongue I again place tongue's tip this time on edge of starfish pressing tongue to flat. Pursed flesh is instantly saliva soaked. My tongue traces a few clockwise laps around the circumference of slightly clenched orifice before wetting tongue and starting at taint climbing crack providing pressure just short of penetration. Reaching ass's pinnacle celebrated with a playful bite from each side of apple bottom's top before tongue dives again this time counter clockwise laps, faster, sloppier tongue occasionally plunging into starfish. Apparently taking things beyond the tossing of salad and now straight eating ass and doing so till plenty of time had passed. Standing tall again i take hold of her hands and again lead her through a spin. Pirouette concluded with her headed through kitchen door me at her heals. Carelessly I push her into newly updated kitchen's island. The momentum bending her slightly forward at the waist, without time to get straight I force face, chest and navel flush to island's top. Standing back to unbuckle belt and again admiring that phat ass. I pull belt trough loops and quickly strike that ass. She starts to pick up torso and turn, with just a bit of aggression in my tone quickly I bark, "Don't you fucking move!" Now with accelerated pace I unbutton, unzip, drop trough, thrust dick between wet lips till a touch past balls deep. Start with drawn out slow pace, shifting to longer, well longer than most, strokes every inch pulled out and every inch thrust in with steadily quickening speed and equally increasing force. Till, after some time and a considerable amount of incomprehensible moans, ass cheek claps and a little bit of pleasure filled laugh from me. I inquire through shortening breathes, "Baby will you come with me?" I pause and offer a sensual taunt, " Please, baby, please cum with me. That pussy's so good...I'm close, I really wish you would." Taking a few breathes but offering no respite steady pounding that red and rippling ass. With the sharp swift *Slap* of leather belt connecting with ass I grip hip bones harsly and in a demanding and forceful voice I say, "God damn it, I said Cum. That means..." belt cracks other cheek, " you cum and you cum now!" I pull her head back twisting it hard in attempt at making eye contact. Again barking orders, "You Filthy little whore, fuck you then I'm about to come and I swear to christ you better not fucking cum." I pullout and with a couple swift strokes my load is lauched, residing across ass and lower back. *Smack**smack* Twice more I selfishly slap ass, each cheek recieving hands grace independently. Red handed silhouette staying in place. Stepping back I squaltch my satisfied smirk and, " House is nice but, I don't want a fireplace." I said heading for the door buttoning my pants, belt around neck. "Let me know if you find another place to show me!" I yell stepping through the doorway, "No fireplace, K? Nice seeing you again." I said quickly as the door closed. Hope This is OK... Hope This is OK... · Erotic Couplings · I work 3rd shift, she thinks I'm staying over tonight, working a 12hr. shift. Truth is, I left early. It's about :20 after 2 am. I'm parked on the street, not in front of our house but down the way just a few driveways from ours. Currently I'm pondering what it is I'm about to do. I'm either a deviant genius or demented derelict fool. See, yesterday while she shopped, I made preparations. I left a basement window unlocked and barely open. On the window's frame a few dog treats rest. Intended to quickly quiet the beast, he's also the reason I parked down the street. I also prepped the bed, using a Figure-of-Eight Hitch knot, I secured one end of a roughly 4' length of 18mm 3 strand spun polyester rope to each of the bed frame's feet. I then tied a Multiple Scaffold Knot in each remaining end which should quickly and tightly secure wrists and ankles. The length of each anchoring line should provide slack enough to toss, turn and writhe about, while lacking only inches from being necessary length to free one's self. The last trick which I literally have up my sleeve. Is a beautifully constructed silken sack the darkest of dark blue just thick enough to ensure only darkness is seen through with a nice little spring loaded clip to lock the drawstrings good and tight. I think as blinding hood, it will be just right. Ok, made it through the window stealthy as I could the dog barely growled before frantically snatching the treats I tossed all at once, then recognizing me. I tip toe up the stairs to the kitchen and make my way toward the second stairway the one that leads to the second floor. Careful to skip the squeaky 2nd, 5th and top steps then, sticking to the far left side of the hall, again avoiding known faults in the floor. I now stand at the foot of the bed taking in the curves of her body's silhouette, I love her so. Her shapely form turned shadow by the faint blue glow eminating from the television, the title screen to the music channel she's left on to drown out the nightly noises of our quaint little town. Quietly, methodically I get to work, slowly sliding one Scaffold knot over her hand and drawing it tight but, not too tight. Her terrified tugging will cinch it fully. Like a hangman's noose constricts around a condemned neck. I work my way from corner to corner positioning each limb with 1/4" movements as not to wake her. The process goes quicker and easier than I had hoped. Now for the final step of prep and the first step of either an extraordinarily erotic experience or an utterly epic fail. Silk pouch scrunched and held widely open I quickly, and to my surprise, smoothly slide it over her head tighten drawstrings and secure with clip. I promptly step back. Her reaction is slow, much slower than I had imagined, she reaches to remove the hood and realizes she's bound she pick's up one leg then the other after which she lies motionless for a long 5 seconds. Then, all at once flails and starts screaming. Shit, the screaming I had not counted on. Fast as I could I grabbed the T.V.'s remote turned the music channel to Metal, increased the volume to match that of her hollering and plop my ass in the chair that's always half covered with clothes, sitting there beside the dresser. My actions cause her to freeze, then slowly turn her head. She's scanning the room for sounds of a person or person's I deduce. Then, more flailing, this time no screaming so I lower the volume. Again she takes an audible scan of the room. I'm watching intently, my pulse and mind racing. Vividly imagining the potential steps to follow. She attempts to sit up. I'm actually a little surprised at how close she gets. She rolls right, then left, both attempts she nearly reaches stomach and face down position but only with one arm awkwardly stretched across her back and her legs crossed. With the animation of a child's temper tantrum she slams all for limbs to the bed and loudly huffs. Again, she's still. I think the panic is giving way to reasoning and troubling thought. She is wearing a nearly see through night gown I bought at Vicky C's her last birthday. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't erect. I stand up slowly, grabbing the scissors from atop the dresser as I do. Her head pops up turns to face me and for a sec I swear she's looking right at me. I say nothing. Her legs are closed tightly her head still lifted off the bed and in a nervous and obviously scared voice she says,"Who's there? Untie me you Cocksucker!." Again flailing then hollering, " God damn it you let me go! Who are you? What the fuck do you think your gonna do?" I step to bedside, her hooded head tracks me. Swiftly, harshly, I place my hand over her mouth, she half ass kicks and tries to swing fists. I shake her head a little and place scissor's edge at her throat's base. She stops fighting. Calmly I let out a long exaggerated "Shhhhhhhhhh", then step to the foot of the bed, admiring how fucking sexy the scene is for a moment. Then I quickly get on the bed straddling her legs just below her knees and coincidentally the hem of her nighty. She squirms and twists but her legs are locked there below my cock. She cusses me," You son of bitch get off me! Get off! To which I reply with loud aggressive "Shhh!!" I place the scissors on her knee delicate fabric between blades I cut *snip* and advance onto her thigh, *snip* and a shrap nervous inhale from her, *snip*snip* now half way up thick, creamy white thigh she writhes frantically, with fear and anger in her voice she orders me, "Stop, Stop right now! Damn it!" I say nothing. I make no noise at all, I simply place the scissors on the other knee *snip*she's thrashing wildly, grunting and moaning as she does. *Snip*snip* her struggling continues. I place the scissors in my back pocket. I grip the nighty on either side of the left slit and *r-i-p* the shock halts her tantrum. The reality of now being fully exposed sets in instantly. Also changing her hostility to humbled begging , "Please, please don't do this." I couldn't be any harder. I grab opposite slit and *r-i-p* simultaneously slippin my straddle over her knees pinning now trembling thighs. She's scared, badly. I'm a bit scared too, because I'm so turned on and she's so fucking hot, I might need to stop before irreparable damage is done while my sick ass is having fun. I hop of the bed she tracks my moves this time with an unlifted roll of her head. Again, I take a few long seconds to admire my work, her body and the fantasy we're now in. I sit back in the chair and begin untying my boots. With a shakey voice she ask,"what's going on? What are you doing?" I make no sound but toss my first boot as to bounce it off her thigh, she quiets. The second boot I toss towards her cooch. It lands decent, toe down heel up the outer nubs of the aggressive treads found at boots heel hanging off bald lips, applying slight pressure, a discomfort to which her response is a sexy, swift inhale through closed teeth. I undo my belts buckle and begin pulling it loop by loop off my waist. The sound gives way to her head lifting and tipping as she strains to identify any and all noises that pass her lobes. Folding belt buckle to tip I swing it through the air gently and clap belts loop across supple, sensuous breast's. She barely flinches and remains sillent. I do it again, with slightly more speed, straight across little pink nipples, her alabaster skin rapidly reddening two belt width stripes across her lovely, lovely chest. Quiet, motionless I chuckle a bit internally as I realize this is her protest, play dead and offer me none of the usual pleasure inducing struggle. We'll see... Sliding pants and boxer briefs past knees to floor and after shirt is pulled overhead I stand at the ready. I cup her beautiful, bald pussy as a baseball player might adjust his cup slider to steal a base. Then, keeping hand cupped I mildly slap that clam first twice, then twice again, then with a little more velocity and force I slap that bald cunt once...twice she hollers I instantly cover here mouth and continue slapping that box 3...4..5.6mid swing of the 7th I bend two middle fingers at first knuckle planning to rub lips and clit and maybe excite her pussy enough get wet. Shit, bet its already wet and my two fingers have already started the: plunge in, curl upwards, retreat then rapidly repeat cycles they like so well. Removing my mouth covering hand, reacquiring belt and the finger fucking now halted. *slap*slap* Belt graces each thigh seperatly. Stepping to the foot of the bed I rest folded belt vertically down center of her chest, buckledropping towards taint as if, it too has longed to cup that shaved wet pussy for days, weeks, even months maybe. I grip her ankles and pull. She slides till arms are lightly pulled against by taunt ropes. The adjustment leaves her knees skyward, heels dug into matresses end while her taint and it's two fuckable neighbors sit maybe 10 inches from the beds edge. Sliding the chair to a position directly parallel to that tantalizing twot. I have a seat, place hands on inner thighs with my thumbs I open pussy lips wide and pin them to her thighs My first thought was to penetrate and tongue fuck her. But, instead I gently made out with her rather large and sensitive clit. Tonguing it, sucking it, licking it till I noticed how wet my face had become. Damn she came. I slap that pussy one mercilessly hard time. She squeels in a pitch that's new to me. Climbing on to the bed, then on to her I quickly, forcefully slap each of tits 4 or 5 times she's wimpering a bit but definitely submissive at this point. Now I sit straddling her hips my dick flopped on her stomach just below her tits. If not for the slight trembling of her shoulders, telling me she's crying, she'd be motionless. Her head is sharply twisted to the right, that is til I take hold and guide her chin, positioning it at center. She starts to twist right, I slap left cheek, she twists left, I slap right cheek. Again I grab chin and center it. She appears to get the point and holds head steady. Her whimper has turned more to light panting then anything. I take a moment to admire her slightly heaving bosom. Noting that hood is kind of sexy with it nearly black silky sheen contrasting her ivory white skin. I then firmly place cupped hand over nose and mouth she pauses as if accepting it for a brief moment. Then, the struggle ensues. She thrashes about, to no avail. I'm planted squarely over her hips, the ropes are doin there job splendidly, hand still firmly on face I lean towards ear and calmy,"SHhhhh, shhh Shhh". She's out. She lies there... still... peaceful. Placing ear to chest, heartbeat's slow, but there. Removing hand reveals shallow but steady breathing rate. Wasting no time I slide my hips between milky thighs, my cock penetrates her still wet pussy and takes a couple slow deliberate strokes, as if lining up a billiards shot pulling the third stroke back till dick's tip is out but softly kissing lips. Then with all the drive i can muster I ram hard throbbing cock to pussy like I'm trying to pierce steel. The moment pelvic bone collides with the back if those ample thighs, a gasping inhale of breath and she's back. She's groggy at first, I haven't let up, I make every stroke as long and as hard as I can leaving no gap of time between times in an out that gap. A dozen or so hate fuck style thrusts and she's alert, squirming and trying to counter the thrusts but, I'm on her like a bull rider. Her movements are limited by the ropes so they become predictable and I easily continue my pelvic assault much to her frustration. I slow my attack. She slows her defense. I sense it's a break needed by both. I'm leaned back now, wieght on knees, I press thumb to clit. She shivers a bit, in a counter clockwise motion I circle it. Using force but just enough, careful not to over due it. Occasionally I slip thumb straight over the top of now swollen and hard clit. She's silently undulating her hips. Then, as if realizing she had succumb, she's pissed! "Get the fuck off me, you piece of shit! I'll fucking kill you! Untie me mother fuc-KER!" The last syllable sounding unnatural. Shit, if we're being honest a bit demonic. My response, slap tit... hard, as if bruising was my intent. Then, I grab hold of throat not bothering to center head, not necessary, my grip is good she's gasping already. I'm repositioning already too. I've released my grasp of her throat on the verge of pass out and rolled her over to her right. Which realy do the restraints means I've twisted her a bit. Her shoulders lack the slack to roll even a little. Her belly button has made to about the 3 o'clock position. Her hips just make it to verticle and do to the twisted crossing of her legs. I had to slide my outstretched first foot and leg through her legs like stepping through a vertical hole in a chainlink fence. I'm there now, pretty dick in prettier pussy. Straddling left thigh, her whimpering again I slap her tit then one after the other I pinch her nipples...hard and pull...hard then, slap the top of the two tittie stack hard, more whimpering, again harder, sniffling alittle coughing, again hard af I throw a quick palm across her cheek, for good measure, on my return swing. Crying now. I give her thick ass a hard slap too. Then start pounding the fuck out of her like before strokes as long and as hard as possible with jack rabbit speed and a firm grip on both her shoulder and that top tit. Pulling as much as my cock is drilling. For whatever reason I'm suddenly aware of the animalistic, primal and somehow sexy sounds filling the room. A chaotic mix of cries, booty clapping, heavy breathing, bed spring creeking, palm slapping flesh cleanly. Totally fucking hot.... Maybe ya had to be there. Unintentionally and out of pure pleasure driven passion I blurt out, "mmmm D, Fuck! I'm gonna cum!." Her body quickly tightens and freezes. I imagine her brain is recoiling, suddenly faced with the notion it's me and has been me all along. I'd guess her mind is trying to systematically change every second of still freshly traumatizing experience into something acceptable. I've slowed my pace but, still fucking giving it to her good. I lean forward, loosen The spring loaded drawstring lock and pull hood just high enough to reveal those lucious lips then, kiss her. She's tentative at first. In fractions of a second though, she's convinced and kisses me more passionately, feverishly than ever before. I pull away from the kiss, "I'm gonna cum D!" I shout through now labored breathe as I remove the hood she blinks a time or two, eyes wide her mouth lunges and locks on mine. "Oh, shit" I say internally as I feel her Kiegel muscle grip my dick like a python constricting on prey. I hold my cock balls deep. I'm one twitch from cumming when she grabs my bottom lip between her now clenched teeth. Incredible pain as we simultaneously release our lustfull loads. Both our eyes seem to be reflected images of our lover's eyes rolled back in thier head. With a mandatory couple slight tugs from her muscular little cunt and few involuntary twitches of my hips. She releases my now bleeding lip. 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