My desire and lust for Mina rages for her constantly, she knows that. My cock aches for her in shades of flushing red and darkest blue. I told her, I would be here tonight; I've enjoyed the ballet. She half hoped I wouldn't be there. But I was. She wondered, do you mean your lust led you here (and tell the truth, you didn't put up much of a fight did you?) or do you mean only your death could have prevented your presence tonight? She wondered. We are seated in our private box in the balcony area of the theater. I lean over to kiss her, she turns away from me, my breath is on her neck now, and she shuns me.
In the interval she made no move to pull me away, no, then I gripped her arm, too tight, hurting her, and pulled her into the small bathroom at the back of the box. Once inside, I don't touch her, I deliberately don't touch her, She knows the effect of my energy, my body heat, has on her; I simply walk forward, slowly, forcing her to back up until she is pressed against the large mirror, cold glass a cruel antidote to my hot breath.
She can't fight, and she wouldn't want to. She unzips her dress of her own accord. It falls to the floor. She is wearing a black lace lace-up bodice, thigh-high hold-up stockings complete with Cuban heels. I bend, kneeling before her. My fingers trace a path up the backs of her legs, along the seam of her stockings, my mouth searing a secondary path upwards along the inside of her thigh as her legs open for me.
My mouth arrives at her wet pussy and her fingers dig into my shoulders, wanting to guide me forward, but I don't move. My breath is like a fire that moves inside of her, consuming her in waves of pleasure and torturous anticipation. I stand up, leaving her breathing ragged, her heart beat erratic, her pussy burning for me.
I turn her around, my fingers finding the laces of her bodice. At first I pull the laces out of their holes slowly, so slowly, but she pushs back into me, grinding herself into me, the crack of her ass finding my hard bulge, desperately needing me inside her, and then I'm ripping her constraints away. It drops to the floor, and her modesty with it, and I whirl her around and push her back so roughly the glass almost breaks. My hands are on her hips, my mouth on her neck.
I kiss her roughly so all the breath is stolen out of her. She kisses back, hungry, needing everything. She growls, low in her throat " gggggrrrrrr..gggggrrrrr," and my reply splits
her lip, her blood spilling willing over my mouth, which quests downwards, the graze of teeth bringing her desire to a sharp point. She gasps " OOOHHH," pushing her head back in ecstasy.
My hungry mouth finds her nipple and the pressure of my lips, the sting of my teeth, is too much. She is wetter than she has ever been. My mouth trails a descent over her belly but
she pushs me back. I need to feel what she is feeling, I need to be naked and vulnerable, and she will make me feel it. She needs all of me, she will have me.
She tears off my silk dress shirt, and when my chest is bare she is not satisfied, not even close. Despite the raw perfection of my bare skin, and my muscles , despite this, it's not enough. I know it as much as she, for it is my hands that remove everything else, not hers. She wants me to possess her. She lifts one of her legs to hook it over my hip, cast out her line and reel me in. My hard cock rubs up against her pussy as we both move our hips and push relentlessly against each other. I'm hard against her straining softness and she rubs against me again and again, circling her hips, moaning and crying out in pleasure. " oooohhhh.. ooooohhhhh..mmmmm.. OMG..AAAAAHHHHH." She cums over me.
I begin to moan " uuuuuhhhhh " as my cock is engorged with blood, and she continues to thrust her hips against me. I bite at her neck, the friction pushing me into madness as she moans my name. " john..fuck me..john." I pull back and thrust into her. Her pussy opens and lubricates itself to accept me, and the hard rough penetration is a moment of crazed deliciousness, as she screams " OMG..YOUR HURTING ME " and drapes herself over my shoulder. I pull back and thrust, pull back and thrust, harder, deeper and faster, and with each thrust into her depths she screams " fuucckk…fuuuccck…Oh fuck….please John…..ohhhh…mmmmm…OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO….please stop John…..oh shit….” She was mumbling through her gasping. “ I can’t ….fuck fuck fuck….I can’t take it any more…Ohhh. Ohhh. Uuhhh. Uuhhh. Ohhh! OHHH! UUHHH! UUHHH! MMMMMMM! pleeeeeeeaaaaaasssssee…” she begged.
She wraps her long thighs around me and pull me in with all her strength. My moans meet hers " UUUUHHHH..UUUUUHHHHH...OH MINA..MINA," in a verbal surrender to passion as she crys, " Take me now," and my fingernails sink into her buttocks, the pain mingling exquisitely with pleasure. .Within a few minutes Mina is exploding in orgasms over my cock, screaming " OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Her pussy clamping down like the jaws of a pit bull, refusing to let go. It was the tightest fuck I had since last night. I was glad I had cum so hard earlier, because I was able to fuck this sweet babe with everything I had. As her orgasms continued ripping through her body, Mina bit into my chest hard and violently. I could feel the pain transfer into pleasure by the time it reached my cock. As she threw her head back to the mirror, I returned the favor; my mouth locked tight to one of her engorged tits, and I dug my teeth deep into them. She flailed around on my cock grunting a variety of obscenities, " FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK! OMG! YOU FFFUUUCCCKKKING BASTARD! as her orgasms took over. Her pussy was getting tighter and tighter on my cock with each spasm, and I knew I couldn’t take much more.
I feel my orgasm approaching and started slamming harder, wanting to pound the fuck out of her pussy, she screamed "OOOOOOHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHH! OOOOOHHHH!" I let out a loud groan " uuuuhhhh " as my orgasm exploded, and I drove in, holding there as I pumped my semen into her. I held my cock there for a few minutes, feeling her pussy spasming then struggling to expel me. After a few minutes of this I pulled it out and looked at the cum on it, and the sperm dripping out of her split open pussy, as it still twitched from the trauma it had just endured
She kneels before me, taking my cock gently in her hands, and begins to lick it, tracing a line under my shaft with her tongue, pulling in long strokes. I moan " uuuuhhhh..aaaahhhh," gripping the back of her neck with my strong fingers, as she takes me into her mouth, relishing me. I guide her down, and she takes me deep into her throat, feeling her pussy getting wet again, and as she pulls back she sucks, and swallows my cum in delight. I groan " uuuhhhh..uuuhhhhh "and beg her to stop, I again begins licking me, this time just lightly flicking her tongue across my head and she rolls my balls in her fingers, occasionally taking half of me into her mouth, never fully.
My moans are like a man in pain, or driven mad " AAAAHHHH..AAAAAHHHH " and now I tell her not to stop, and begin moving my hips back and forth, my hands clasping her head, thrusting deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat, fucking her mouth. Just as I cry out and come " UUUUUHHHH..AAAAAAHHHHH," she pulls back, letting my cum spill over her face and neck, licking what's left off my cock, and stands up, my cum all over her.
" Lick it off," she commands me, and I pull her to me, so tight she can hardly breathe, and I lick all my cum off her, my tongue running rough and hungry over her lips, her cheeks, the hollow of her throat. Then I throw her to the floor, roughly spread her legs and dive into her sopping wet pussy like a starving man. My skilled tongue easily parts her folds, and my tongue enters her, licking her out as she cums into my mouth over and over, writhing on the floor, moaning and screaming, " Able in my ecstasy-addled state to scream only one word: yes.
My tongue bends upwards, like a hunter who knows their mark, and I ignite the hot embers inside her that makes her explode. She screams, wordlessly, and bucks her hips up into my face as her juicies flows freely, filling my mouth in endless waves. I pull back and kiss her, my mouth full of her, and she clings to me and drinks her own cum. On the cold hard floor, I move on top of her, pressing down on her with my weight, my solidness, fans the flames of intense desire in her. I raise my hips plunging into her with abandonment. Slamming my hips into hers, slamming her into the cold concrete, but the pain only makes her want more. As I thrust into her, she pushs upwards, our hips colliding violently I'm sure we will break each other's skin and become one, and not be tortured by this ache anymore. The ache explodes into ecstasy as I thrust into her one last time, she screams my name " JOHN..JOHN..JOHN," as I moan in pain " uuuuhhh," collapsing onto her, shivering, my eyes not seeing, and her half closed, rolled back towards the ceiling.
Ten minutes later, it is as if this never happened. We are both standing, dressed, elegant, looking just the same as when we first entered the room, if a little more rosy-cheeked. She looks at me, preparing to leave, then I pull her slowly to me, pulling her dress up to her hips, sliding my fingers inside the lace top of her stocking, stroking her thigh. " I want you," I say, my eyes burning with fire, she wants me and she is afraid.
" You just had me," She says, stepping closer, the fire spreading through her. I pull her closer, so we are chest to chest, and she can feel me pressed into her hips. " It's not enough," I whisper. " It's never enough for you, John." She whispers.
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