“I have a surprise for you when we get back,” Santiago said, taking a sip from his wine glass. He always had the best surprises for me. Once, when we were first dating, he took me to a skin flick and fingered me in the front row. I could feel everyone’s eyes on my back as I came in my seat. Tonight was his birthday, and he always got me something we could share instead of asking for a gift. We drank our wine and settled into a light buzz while we ate. My small frame made me a lightweight, and I never drank that much to begin with. I had done my dirty blonde hair up the way Santiago liked for tonight, and wore a tight black dress, as Santiago liked to appreciate my figure. I had strict instructions that I could not wear underwear when we went out, so my nipples poked through the thin fabric of the dress, visible to anyone who cared to look. After dinner Santiago drove us home, his fingers tracing lines lightly up and down my thigh.
“Let me touch your leg,” he said. I hiked the hem of my dress up to bare my thighs, which had darkened in the summer sun. He resumed his light tracing for the rest of the ride. His fingers felt hot, like sparks jumped from the tips. My dress began to dampen beneath me. We parked in the driveway and he pulled me into a deep kiss, his tongue parting my lips and interlocking with my own. His hand rested on the back of my head as we tasted each other. I reached down and felt his stiffening member in his pants, and began to rub and squeeze him slowly. His fingers ran down my back, sending small shockwaves to my damp slit. I unzipped his pants slowly, sliding my hand inside, continuing my groping of his now fully erect penis. I freed it from its prison, and it sprang straight up, hard as steel. Santiago slid my dress down from my shoulders and took my nipple in his mouth. I told him jokingly on our first date how I liked my nipples chewed on, and he never forgot. He bit and tugged gently on the little dots, which had been hard since dinner, and I moaned softly. I rubbed the tip of his hard penis, spreading his precum around, slipping down the underside of his shaft to massage his heavy balls. He moaned around my nipple and took my other breast into his hand, massaging it firmly while he bit and tugged with his teeth. I ran my free hand through his hair, pulling his head close to me while his mouth worked.
“Do you want me to jerk your cock, baby?” I asked, my voice soft.
“God, yes, Ava, I’m so hard. Please stroke me,” he replied, before landing his mouth on my other nipple and going to work. I spit in my hand and lathered my saliva onto his stiff cock, gently gripping him and stroking his considerable length.
“Fuck,” he moaned into my chest, “fuck that feels so good.”
He bit hard on my nipple and I winced, my breath catching in my chest as my slit dripped on the seat below me. I liked it when he hurt my breasts. my clit tingled, begging to be touched.
“Put your finger in me, love,” I whispered in his ear. His cock jerked in my hand as he abandoned my breast and slid his fingers up my thigh. He ran his finger the length of my slit, coating it in my juices, before landing on my hardened clit. I tensed as he rubbed at my ache.
“Oh, fuck baby, just like that,” I said softly, gripping his cock tighter and jerking it faster. Precum leaked from his big cock head, lubricating his shaft even more. My hand glided up and down, his balls tensing and releasing more and more lubricant. “You can’t cum yet baby,” I said in his ear as he whimpered, “I haven’t even tasted you tonight.” His prick jerked in my hand and I released my grip, drawing a distressed moan from his mouth, vibrating my sore nipple.
He slid his finger in my wet hole and started to fuck me slowly with it. A moan escaped my lips and I gripped his shaft again before grabbing his big balls and squeezing. He moaned and bit my nipple hard, forcing my whole body to tense and sending a shock to my hard clit. My cunt gripped his finger tightly. He slowly worked another finger into me, caressing my insides, making my heart pound.
“You like that, baby? You like my fingers fucking your hole?” He asked, accentuating his point by quickening his pace. “Are you gonna cum on my fingers like a good girl?” My head rolled back as my hips lifted from the seat, letting his fingers penetrate my horny slit deeper. I stroked his shaft hard and fast, feeling it jerk in my hand.
“Fuck, Ti, I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.” I grabbed a handful of his hair as my back arched in the seat, my pussy was on fire, and I felt myself slipping over the edge. “Oh shit, fuck I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming Ti,” I screamed. He slid his hand from my cunt just before I reached my climax, and I looked at him in despair.
“No, no don’t fucking stop,” I cried, begging him to push me over the edge. “Make my pussy cum, please baby, fucking please,” I groveled, feeling empty.
“You haven’t let me cum, why should I let you?” He asked, a smirk on his face.
“Please, I’ll do anything, please make me cum. Please keep fucking me!” I begged, but it was no use. Santiago pulled my dress back up over my aching tits and kissed me. He removed my hand from his hard cock and got out of the car , moving around the back to open the door for me. I took his hand and lifted myself from the car, eyeing him angrily, my cunt still on fire.
“You better finish what you started,” I said, turning to collect my purse. Santiago grabbed my hair and pulled me from the car door, leading me around and forcing me face down on the hood of the car.
“Or what?” He whispered in my ear, “or fucking what, Ava.” He ripped the top of my dress down, pushing my warm tits against the cool metal of the car. I couldn’t see, but I knew my pussy was leaking onto the ground. I knew if I challenged him he would get rough, and I loved it when he took control of my body. He kicked my legs apart and lifted the hem of my dress, freeing my ass to the cool air. His hand came down hard on my bare butt, making me wince. Again he slapped my ass. I moaned as another slap came down on my butt. My legs were shaking as the cool air soothed my stinging ass cheeks.
Santiago slipped his fingers back inside me, fingering me roughly and splattering my wetness onto the hood of the car. I felt the heat building in my cunt as he forced me hard against the car and violated my aching hole.
“Fuck,” I said through gritted teeth. “Fuck my dirty cunt.” I tried to hump back at his fingers, but he spanked me hard.
“You stay fucking still,” he ordered, his fingers sliding in and out of me roughly. His pace quickened and I grabbed at his fingers with my pussy, trying to pull him deeper. Drool dripped from my mouth as he pulled my chest off the car. “Squeeze your tits you slut,” he ordered. I complied, kneading and pulling at my breasts, pinching my sore nipples hard while he pounded his hand in and out of my cunt.
“Oh fuck, just like that, Ti,” I moaned as I approached my climax, my pussy dripping down my thighs, “fuck my hole just like that, I’m so fucking close, Ti, make my pussy cum on your fingers.”
“You better not fucking cum, Ava,” Santiago growled at me from behind. I pinched my nipples hard and he shoved me down on the car hood, I stood barely on my tiptoes as he forced his fingers deep.
“Fuck, fuck I can’t stop it. I’m gonna fucking cum,” I screamed, my toes left the ground leaving me kicking the open air as I came, my juices dripping down the car hood. “Oh FUCK, I’M FUCKING CUMMING, keep fucking my little pussy baby oh FUCK DON’T YOU DARE STOP.” My cunt clenched around his fingers, pulling at them as he fucked into me while I writhed on the car, screaming into the cool sheet metal, pinching my nipples so hard they turned blue.
My orgasm subsided and with one movement Santiago lifted me off the car and threw me over his shoulder. He carried me inside and set me down in the bathroom. “Shower, slut. You smell like pussy.” My knees shook as I slid my dress off, looking in the mirror my nipples were bruised, damage I caused to myself. I touched them gently and a low heat shot to my beaten clit. I climbed into the shower and sat down, letting the heat wash over me.
2.
“Turn around, love” he ordered, his voice soft and low. I turned, facing Damien, I felt myself blush as Santiago hooked his thumbs into my waistband and slowly pulled my shorts down. He tapped my thigh and I lifted my leg, his hair brushing my back as he leaned down to remove them from my feet. Damien shifted and for a moment the bulge in his pants revealed itself to me. Santiago tapped my other thigh and I lifted my leg obediently. He pulled my shorts out from under me and folded them, placing them on the coffee table next to the sofa. He held his hand in front of my face
“Spit,” he ordered. I gathered the saliva in my mouth and spit it into his waiting hand. He kicked my ankles farther apart and without hesitation plunged his dampened hand into my already damp panties. His palm slid down my clean-shaven slit, wetting it thoroughly before his calloused fingers slid up either side. Damien eyed me hungrily, massaging himself through his black sweats. Santiago’s fingers brushed my swollen clit barely, making my hips move, in an attempt to force him on target. He adjusted himself accordingly.
I whimpered as his hand landed sharply on my bare butt. “Stay still,” he ordered, his voice rough. I complied, whimpering as he edged my starving clitoris. I made eye contact with Damien and he stood, his hard cock stretching his sweats. I could just make out his swollen tip in the light. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, the rim of his circumcised penis showed through the fabric. “Ask him to take it out,” Santiago whispered in my ear, his warm breath on my ear drawing more heat to my aching clit.
“Damien,” I breathed raggedly, “please show me your cock.”
“Good girl,” Santiago whispered, slipping his middle finger into me. My knees weakened as he pushed deeper. Damien untied his sweats and pulled them down, releasing his previously trapped manhood from its confinement. He rubbed his hand down its length, a drop of precum emerged from his tip and dripped to the floor, leaving a thin string hanging from the end of his prick.
Santiago slid his fingers out of my hole and licked my juices from his hand. He sat on the sofa and pulled my panties down, baring my wet pussy to the cold air in the room. I stepped out of them.
“Pick them up,” he ordered. I obliged, bending over, my pussy an inch from his face. I grabbed my soaked panties from the floor just as I felt his tongue envelop my clit. He lapped at my clit several times before his tongue firmed and ran itself up the length of my slit, prodding my waiting hole on the way. His tongue slipped itself to my bare anus, sliding in deep before leaving me to stand. I lifted myself up, my clit throbbing, my legs quivering from Santiago’s stimulation. Holding them in my hand I looked over my shoulder to Santiago, his eyes were hungry and his cock glistened, the tip glossy, a large drop of precum dripped down his shaft.
“Look Damien in the eyes and ask him to jerk himself,” Santiago said to me, his eyes locked with mine. I broke his gaze and looked at Damien, only a stranger an hour ago. His cock had a steady stream of clear fluid dripping and his balls hung heavily under his thickness.
“Damien, please stroke your cock for me,” I said nervously. He held his hand under my mouth and I spit into it. He worked my saliva over his shaft, making it glisten in the low light. The first pump of his hand let another large stream of precum free from the tip of his throbbing penis. Santiago pinched my rock-hard nipples, and I let out a moan. My head rolled back as he massaged my breasts. He pinched me hard. “Head up, darling, watch Damien.” My eyes locked on Damien’s hard cock, shining with my spit. Santiago returned his focus to massaging my breasts. I felt my pussy dripping down my thighs. A white heat burned deep inside me. Damien’s pumping hand moved faster, his balls, overflowing with cum, swayed with each stroke. His toes curled on the floor, and I knew he would cum soon.
“Cum for me, baby,” I whispered under my breath. God, I wanted to taste his bulging prick. Santiago slid his fingers inside me from behind, and my knees buckled.
“On the floor,” he demanded. I wasn’t listening, my ears were pounding watching Damian work his rod. Santiago slapped me hard on my ass. “On the floor, I said, don’t make me say it again,” Santiago commanded me sternly. I got on my knees, his fingers still probing deeply inside me. His fingertips grazed my cervix with every stroke, and my moans rose in volume.
“Baby I’m gonna cum,” I moaned to Santiago. He removed his fingers and grabbed my hair.
“Open your mouth for Damien’s balls,” he said, slapping me lightly on the cheek. I opened. Damien came forward and I took his balls into my waiting mouth. I sucked at them eagerly, his thick cock resting on my face. I took one then the other, his cock throbbed, batting my nose gently. I licked up his shaft, engulfing his tip softly. My tongue worked its way around his head. I massaged his tip, hoping he would fill my mouth with the hot, thick sperm I felt weighing his balls down. I looked up at him, his eyes met mine and I felt his cock tense. I heard my pussy drip on the floor while I milked him.
Santiago came around my side. He cupped Damien’s balls and squeezed them hard.
“Thank you, sir,” Damien moaned. Santiago took hold of his shaft and pushed more of it into my sucking lips. My mouth stretched wide, my tongue still working furiously. Santiago slapped Damien’s heavy sack. A string of precum leaked into my tongue and I swallowed it hungrily. Santiago stroked Damien’s rod into my mouth, smacking his balls and jerking him softly. I felt him swell in my mouth and saliva dripped from my chin. My eyes closed as I fucked him with my mouth.
“Ava, He’s going to fill your little mouth. Are you going to be a good girl and swallow all his cum?” He asked me. I nodded. “Good, because if you spill so much as a drop, you’ll be sorry.”
I sucked harder at Damien’s throbbing member. He tensed, his cock thickening even more, and suddenly my mouth was filled with his hot sperm. His cum shot to the back of my throat, jet after jet of salty sperm filling me. Tears ran down my face as I choked it down. His cum was fucking delicious, and there was so much of it. I looked at Santiago, who was smiling down at me.
“Good girl,” he said. “Drink his thick load.”
Saliva covered my chest as I swallowed, Santiago squeezed Damien’s balls, wringing them of any leftover sperm, and stroked it into my mouth. I pulled my lips from Damien and stuck my tongue out, showing Santiago how good I’d been. He smiled at me, satisfied that I’d fulfilled his request.
My cunt was on fire, and the puddle beneath me had grown in size while my face was being fucked. “Damien,” Santiago said, turning to the man who had just violated my mouth. “It seems my lover has made a mess, be a good boy and clean it.” Damien got onto the floor and started licking the floor beneath my wet cunt. His hair brushed my thighs as he lapped at the ground.
Santiago’s prick had been steadily leaking since I’d started sucking Damien’s. He stepped closer to me and his precum dripped onto my face. I lapped at the string, beckoning his hard cock into my mouth. I licked the precum from his dripping dick hole, sticking my tongue deep into the tip. The head of Santiago’s cock was, admittedly, more than I could fit into my mouth. It was a problem when we first started fucking. Once or twice he’d been able to shove past my lips and fuck my mouth, and I’d always squeeze his huge balls, draining the cum from them.
I jerked his dick with my hand while I licked at the tip. His cock was as thick as a beer bottle and just about as long. I stroked his length, licking and sucking at his thickness. I was thirsty for his salty sperm to fill my mouth. Damien rolled over below me and opened his mouth for my pussy to drip into. He reached up and massaged my aching nipples gently, shooting sparks down to my fully engorged clit. I sucked Santiago harder, cupping his balls while I stroked him.
“Cum in my mouth baby, please,” I begged between licks.
“You want my cum, slut?” He asked, grabbing a handful of my hair and thrusting his cock at my open mouth.
“Yes sir, give me your hot cum, please, I need your fucking cum sir, shoot it down my throat, please,” I groveled around his cock head.
“Be a good cumslut for master and show me how bad you want it.”
I wrapped my hands around his large shaft and started stroking him hard and fast. His balls tightened in their sack and his cock twitched in my firmly clasped hands.
“Oh shit,” I gasped around Santiago’s cock. Damien’s fingers entered my dripping slit. I humped back at his hand greedily, needing to be more full. His fingers reached deep inside me, twisting as he fucked them in and out. My cunt lips clenched down on him, and he fucked me faster in response. Santiago reached down and pinched my nipple hard, and my orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. I felt my pussy drip, leaking around Damien’s thick fingers as I fucked my hips back at him mindlessly. My cunt sucked and gripped at his hand, desperately trying to fit him deeper as I shook around him. The juices from my slit dripped from his hand onto his face and tongue, and for a moment I took my mouth from Ti’s engorged prick, hanging from it with both hands as I tried to stay upright.
Ti grabbed a handful of my hair and held me up, tilting my head toward him, and looked in my eyes as my cunt throbbed. I opened my mouth and returned his prick to my lips. He lurched in my mouth, his balls tensing as a hot stream of cum shot from the throbbing rod. He pushed my head down hard on his swollen head and began to fill my mouth. I sucked and licked, milking his length, squeezing the cum from his heavy nuts. I swallowed greedily at the thick sperm, sucking at his cock-slit, pulling every drop from the pulsating shaft as Damien’s tongue went to work cleaning my wet slit. I moaned, Ti’s cum leaked from my lips and dripped down my chin.
Santiago stepped back, the last drop of his cum falling to the floor as he turned. I waited on my knees, the taste of his sperm still heavy on my tongue. Damien lifted himself from the floor and sat on the couch behind me. Ti returned, a leather strap in his hand. My nipples ached from arousal and my cunt was still thrumming from the intensity of my orgasm.
“Now, that’s enough foreplay. ” He wrapped the collar around my throat and buckled it at the back of my neck. “Let’s get started.”
-Myistek
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