A creamy Marissa

Long time no write, I know. Let me cut to the chase, to fill in a little history. Marissa was gone (read it here).

Well... Marissa's back. She sorted some things out, and there was a slightly awkward period of re-acquaintance between us, but now, she is back, brighter and better than ever.

We had been on a little vacation recently, where we played a little game that we sometimes like to play... the one where I meet Marissa all over again, as if she was a stranger, seduce her (which usually doesn't take too long), and then we throw ourselves at each other as if we were discovering a new person for the first time. You know... get in the front door, rip our clothes off when we just can't wait, and then orgasm together in a great primal release on the floor. So hot... that animal passion...

But that's not what I want to write about now. I have something much more fun to share. Involving custard... the runny kind.

One of the days on our vacation, I came back to our apartment with a large plastic bottle of thick, yellow custard. I showed it to Marissa and pressed my lips to the hair over her ear and whispered "I want you to suck this off of my cock... and then I want to pour it over your pussy while I fuck it". It took us about 60 seconds to be naked in the bathroom standing next to the bath tub. Marissa's into recreational activities like that, bless her little white socks.

I already had a large erection, because the idea of playing like this was a massive turn on for me. There's something so wicked about getting food all over your cock... especially if it's thick and runny. And your partner's willing.

I stood in the bathtub, and took the lid off the bottle. I tipped the bottle up and poured some custard onto the top of my cock, which was hard and erect like a flagpole. There was heaps of custard in the bottle, so I gave myself a good coating, letting it run all over my cock and drip through my pubic hair on my balls. It was cold, but felt so beautifully thick running over me, that I growled as it poured over me. Marissa whimpered at the sight of this cream coating me... it looked like I was cumming a massive sweet creamy fountain out of my cock. She instinctively got down on her knees (another thing I love about her), put her hands on the edge of the bathtub and licked the front of my shaft with a long, slow sweep of her tongue, cleaning a path in the custard, which was flowing into her mouth and running over her lips. I growled again, deep in my throat... feeling her tongue through the cold custard, and seeing it running out of her mouth... I willed myself not to cum. I wanted this to last for more than a few minutes.

Marissa closed her mouth over my cockhead, and I could feel her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of my crown. She was scooping the dripping custard up from my balls with her fingertips, handling my balls and smearing the cream back up over my shaft, and rubbing the cream into the patch of skin just under my balls, as she sucked on my cockhead and let saliva and custard run out of her mouth and dribble over my cock. I had to pull away from her, dragging my cock out of her sucking mouth with a wet plop, because I wouldn't have been able to hold on any longer, no matter how hard I tried. Marissa gave a wicked little laugh, and scooped some custard off her chin with her finger and into her mouth, and made a big show of sucking her finger clean... the tease.

I dragged my curled fingers up my shaft, squeezing hard and wiping the remaining custard into a blob in my palm. I reached out and wiped my hands on Marissa's tits, as if I was just cleaning my hands off, wiping the side of my hand up and down between her cleavage. Then I gave her left nipple a slippery little pinch and pulled at it, before letting it slip from my grip. She was starting to rock her hips from side to side, and I could imagine her pussy getting wet, and her lips sliding wetly together...

I sat down in the bathtub, and rested my arms back on the sides of the tub, leaned my head back and told Marissa to fill my mouth with custard, and then use my mouth however she wanted. She said something along the lines of "that sounded like a good idea", and when I opened wide, she took the bottle and poured the creamy custard into my mouth. I kept my throat closed, until a pool of custard was sitting in my mouth, almost running out over my lips. I stuck my bottom lip out a little more... it was a nice thick, yellow pool.

Marissa found a place to put her feet in the tub alongside me, and, leaning down with one hand on the edge of the tub behind me, she lowered her right tit down to my mouth. She squeezed her breast in her other hand and pushed her nipple into the custard pooled in my mouth, making some of it run down the sides of my face. She bit her bottom lip as she felt the cool custard on her tit, and started dragging her hard nipple back and forth over my top and bottom lips. I groaned in my throat at the thought of what this must be feeling like for her. She pushed her squeezed nipple into my mouth again, harder this time, and told me through clenched teeth to "suck it". I closed my lips over her breast, trapping a mouthful of custard, and fondled her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue, swirling the thick cream around it in my mouth, feeling it flicking back and forth against my tongue. Marissa moaned a soft female moan in her neck as she pressed her tit harder against my face, which I sucked at eagerly. She straightened again, resting her arm and her back, before lowering her other tit to my mouth. As her breast approached my face, I pursed my lips and spat a frothy stream of yellow custard onto her tit. "Dirty boy!", she scolded me, and pressed her spattered tit hard into my face. "Clean it up", she told me, as she clutched the back of my head, getting custard in my hair, and pressed my face to her breasts. She turned her chest from side to side, and pressed my head this way and that way, smothering my face between her breasts, smearing custard all over my face, my darting tongue trying to clean it off her skin. Marissa managed to force her nipple between my lips and shove her breast against my face, pushing her nipple in and out of my creamy mouth. "She's fucking my mouth with her tit", I thought, and it was just so damn erotic I took it all, grunting for breath from time to time until she straightened again.

She had custard smeared all over her... but what really caught my eye was that dangerous look on her face. She wanted to do something... whatever she was thinking...it was hers.

Marissa told me to "Get out and lie on the floor". I was going to protest that the tiles didn't look to comfortable, and what about the mess... but thought fuck it, and got down on the floor. "Open your mouth, lover", she said. She took the custard bottle and trailed a generous drizzle of it over my cock, up across my chest, over my chin and filled my mouth again. Standing over me, feet on either side of my head, she poured a gob of custard between her breasts. I looked up and watched the rolling yellow stream slide down her belly, snake its way through her little tuft of hair and drip down her pussy before dripping off of her and landing beside my head on the floor. Marissa ran her index finger up and down the dark groove between her pussy lips, smearing custard into her parting. I almost gurgled into the custard in my mouth... I wanted to scream and groan, but the pool of custard kept me quiet.

Snaking her hips from side to side, Marissa slowly lowered herself down onto her knees over my face. I gurgled a "mmhhmmm" through my custard pool... I was trying to say "Yes! Give it to me!" but didn't want to lose any custard. She lowered her hips down further, almost sitting back on her heels, but keeping her pussy inches above my mouth. Marissa pulled at the hooded skin around her clitoris, stretching herself open and slipping her fingertip into her hole, before circling it around her shining wet button. I gurgled... my cock twitched, feeling the custard on me running down underneath my balls...

Marissa dipped her pussy lightly into the pool of custard in my mouth, and with a sharp inbreath she pressed her pussy down onto my mouth. "Do that thing you did on my tit", she rasped, and I closed my lips around her pussy, trying to seal the custard against her. A low, drawn-out moan started to build in Marissa's throat as she shifted her position, spreading her knees further apart, pressing herself down against my mouth, feeling the custard slopping against her inside my mouth. I dragged the pointed tip of my tongue through the custard, across her open lips (Marissa will tell you that I have a long tongue). Her howl-growl continued as I pushed my tongue up into her opening, pushing creamy custard up into her. The seal of my lips was weakening, and custard started to leak out of the sides of my mouth as Marissa ground her cunt down onto my face. I lapped at her pussy with long strokes of my tongue inside my mouth, dragging it up through her creamy slit and pressing it against her clit, sloshing thick custard over her. She started to fuck my mouth with her pussy, each thrust squelching more custard out of my mouth, until she was cumming on me... grunting with each contraction that shook her body, shuddering at the light touch of my lips as I slid them up and down her. "Oh fuck me, Simon... fuck me... fuck me...", she groaned breathlessly as I pushed her off me to stand up. There is nothing sexier than a woman who only wants one thing... to be fucked.

Oh, I was going to fuck her now alright... nothing else was on the agenda. I was going to fuck that creamy cunt until she screamed. Nothing else mattered.

I told Marissa to get into the tub and get on her knees and elbows... head down, ass up. She moaned something unintelligible and obediently got into position. I made sure she could see my cock as she looked up... veined, straining, and very, very big. I wanted her to have no doubt what was coming. I coated my cock with yellow custard again... throbbing and dripping thickly. Marissa whispered "Fuck me..."

I got into the tub, kneeling behind her, letting my cock just brush against the top of her butt. I took the custard bottle... almost empty... leaned forward so that my cock pressed a little harder against her... and poured a little custard onto her hair and the side of her face, watching it running down over her skin. She licked her lips. I lingered... I wanted her to feel like... my female pet... to be fucked in a bath covered in custard... I poured some more custard onto her ass, so that some rolled down the small of her back, and some ran down between her legs, around the side of her pussy. I smacked her ass, splatting custard against the wall, and smeared it round and round the toop of her cheeks with my hands. I poured some custard into my cupped hand, and placed it over her pussy between her legs, pressing wads of custard onto her, rubbing it in a little. Letting her feel me rubbing her pussy. Sticky and sweet... hot and wet...

Marissa sighed a "ohhh" and tried to open her legs wider, but couldn't in the confines of the bath. I knew that this was going to be tight... I took my cock in my hand and dragged the head up between Marissa's lips. She pushed her ass back towards me and barked almost like a dog, involuntarily. An animal sound... so I pushed my cock into her opening and felt it sink into the heat inside her body. She was tight, but I slid into her so easily, her tight rim squeezing the custard back into a blob at the base of my shaft, where it ran down onto my balls. Marissa squealed as I filled her with my hot meat, her pussy stretching to accommodate me. I rocked back and forth... slowly... dragging my flared crown back and forth through her tight passage. She was wet and slick... a vein bulged in my forehead and my breaths became very shallow. I picked up the custard bottle and nearly dropped it with my slippery grip. It was nearly empty... time to use it up. As I fucked her slowly, I poured the last custard onto the top of her pussy, and onto my cock, and kept pouring it until it ran down her legs, down the inside of her thigh, dripping off of us... and then I kind of lost it. I grabbed her hips, slippery with custard, and fucked her very hard. I groaned continuously, starting low, rising in intensity as I felt closer and closer to coming, slamming my cock into her, wobbling her and nudging her cervix with every push. She was making this beautiful "uhh-uhh-uhh" noise as I pulled her hips back against my thrusts, until I came with a loud shout as I pushed my spurting cock deep into her. Another loud "Aahhhhh" and another deep push and another shot of sperm. Marissa pushed her hips back at me, hard and fast, cumming moments after me as I went rigid, every muscle tense, hand curling into a fist as I felt my gorgeous woman having such an intense climax on my cock. I groaned "nnnhhhh" as my cock flared huge inside her, feeling her walls squeezing me tightly, locked inside her. God, what an orgasm. The intensity... the smell of custard and sex was thick in my nostrils and my heartbeat was pounding in my ears and behind my eyes. Slowly drawing my cock out of her, dripping with juicy custard and semen....

Standing in the bathroom together... on wobbly legs... trying not to slip on the custard everywhere... thoroughly, thoroughly fucked... a memory of a lifetime.

And in closing... here's a handy hint: you have to clean the custard up straight away. You can't leave it until tomorrow.

But cleaning each other up aftwards in the shower is a lot of fun.

Marissa

Marissa...

Marissa... is gone. Just like that. She has some personal business to attend to, she said, and I know she’s right. Maybe it’s goodbye, maybe it’s au revoir. Time will tell.

So...

Am I dripping tears on the page as I write? Well... no. Because I know something. I know that once something is true, it is always true. Some things will never change. They might be in the past, they might be in the future, but once they are true, they never change. The look in her eyes, her warm hand on my stomach, her breath in my ear... these things are true. Some things change... and some things never change. And the things that don’t change are really the only things that count.

a visit from Kendall

Marissa had sent Kendall to me while she was out of town. A night at the inn.

Here's what happened:

I’d been waiting to hear from Kendall. Marissa had told me to expect a visit from her. I wondered if Marissa just wanted me to tell her about what Kendall and I got up to. Maybe I’ll take some photos. Marissa was pretty visual. She’d probably appreciate some photos. Seeing through my eyes, so to speak.

I looked across at Kendall on the sofa. She smiled at me. We never seemed to say too much to each other. I always looked thoughtful, while I pondered what to do with her. At first, that had made her nervous, but the current smile on her face showed traces of the memories of what had already passed between us.

Her pale blouse was unbuttoned fairly low and hanging loosely open. Yes, I was aware of the smooth skin at the top of her breasts. Yes, I was aware of the soft line of her neck cradled by her blonde hair. Yes, I was aware that she was a model and oh so vain. If you’ve got it, flaunt it, hey? I looked at her. I think, tonight, I was more interested in playing with her mind than her body. I will get into her mind through her body, and teach her that they are two different things, and one can let the other free.

Enough thinking... her smile is wearing a little thin. Time for action.

“Kendall, please get undressed.”, I told her.

She knew by now to do what I asked. It was all part of the game. She stood up in front of me and looked down at her blouse as she unbuttoned it entirely. Looking up at me, she swept her blouse open, letting me see her breasts and her little pink nipples. “Nice pose”, I thought sarcastically, but just smiled. Now the skirt was sliding down her legs, revealing a white, lacy thong only just covering her neatly trimmed pussy. “Trimmed to look good in shots, or to give better access to an eager tongue?”, I wondered. White high heels, white thong, white blouse... I spread my legs a little wider apart as I sat on the sofa, drawing Kendall’s gaze to the rising bulge in my jeans.

Kendall shrugged her blouse down over her shoulders and let it slip off behind her back to the floor. She swivelled around on her heels and turned away from me, showing me the firm mound of her ass. Looking fine... Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her thong, she bent over at the waist as she peeled the thong down her thighs, and I involuntarily sucked in some air between my teeth as she thrust her pussy out towards me under her sweet ass. She stepped out of her thong and slowly rose upright again and turned to face me, with her hands resting on her thighs and with a little tilt of her hips. I was half expecting her to flick her hair back off her face, but she just stood there looking at me. Her lips were glistening.

“Shoes too”.
Off came the shoes.

I stood up off the sofa, my cock bulging unashamedly in my jeans. I ran my hand once over my lengthened shaft... I liked feeling my hard length. Kendall stood still as a statue as I walked slowly around her, inspecting her wares.

I returned to stand in front of her.

“You’re utterly beautiful”, I told her.
“Thank you”, she said with a smile. Probably an automatic canned response to something she had heard a million times before.
“Do you know why you’re beautiful?”.
“Ummm....”
“You’re beautiful to make men want to fuck you”.
“Oh”. She sounded a little disappointed.
“You make me want to fuck you”, I said. “Look at my cock. See how it’s long and thick? I can’t help it when I look at you. My body is telling me it wants to fuck you. My cock wants to cum, because I can see a smooth, firm body with some soft, wet openings that would feel so good wrapped around my cock. Wetly gripping and sucking at me just to make me cum. Just like my body needs to fuck you, yours needs to be fucked. It’s calling me.”

I think Kendall shivered a bit.

“Come with me to the bedroom”, I told her.

* * *

Kendall lay on her back on my bed. Her wrists were bound together and tied to the bedhead, directly behind her head, pulling her arms up over her head. Exposing her sensitive armpits. She had soft material cuffs with ties around her thighs just above her knees, which were also tied to the ends of the bedhead, drawing her knees up and apart. Her ankles were also softly cuffed and tied tightly to the posts at the bottom corners of the bed. She was nicely trussed, and couldn’t move. She had a pillow behind her head, and a thin cushion beneath her, supporting the curve in her lower back. I wanted her to be comfortable.

Oh, and she was also blindfolded.

“Look at you”, I said. “Look at your pussy.” I know she was blindfolded... I wanted her to feel me looking at her. “Look at those lips covering the entrance to your vagina”. I reached down and peeled her pussy open, pulling her lips wide apart and holding them there a moment until they stayed open when I took my hands away. “Look at that tight little hole... the perfect place for me to shoot my load”. I watched Kendall’s chest rising and falling with her breath, and I could see her pulse throbbing at the base of her throat.

“Do you know why you orgasm?”, I asked Kendall.
“No”, she said in a weak little voice.
“It makes your cervix pulse and contract and dip into the pool of cum that I inject into you. Your body wants my seed.”
Kendall gulped. I watched the ripple in her throat.

“I could fuck you right now, whether you like it or not. I could fill your pussy with cum, make my pool of sperm splash up against your cervix.”. I peeled Kendall’s pussy lips open again with my fingers, and pulled her a little wider open, exposing her damp opening. “Cum in here... that’s what it’s for, after all”, I said as I ran my fingertip around the inside of her pussy lips. Kendall squirmed her hips up and down and murmured something I couldn’t quite make out.

“Your pussy’s getting wet. It needs… it wants… to be fucked. You don’t get a say in what your body wants.” I looked at Kendall’s erect little nipples. “Your nipples are stiff…”, I said, as I pinched one of them between my fingertips, making Kendall gasp and arch her back. “Everything’s getting so sensitive… to make your body orgasm and mop up my cum”. I reached across and pulled both of Kendall’s nipples, peaking her breasts. I chewed on my lower lip as I listened to Kendall moan, before I continued. “This is making you wetter… your body is calling out to me… calling for me to give it my cum”. My cock was straining now, and a sticky drip fell from the tip of my cock and left a wet spot on the mattress. “If you want me to cum so badly, I could sit across you and scoop your tits up around my cock with my hands and fuck your tits. Feeling your soft skin sliding back and forth around my cock would make me cum real quick… cum all over your chest and your throat. Or would that be wasteful?” I slowly hissed the last word. I pulled Kendall’s nipples quite hard, and she strained her chest up to relieve the pressure as a small cry escaped from her parted lips. I let go of Kendall’s nipples and moved my hand down between her legs to pull her pussy wide open, my hands resting on either side of her pussy. “Or would my cum be better in here?”, I said in a low voice as I dragged my fingertip across the length of her wet slit. “Ohhhh yessss”, moaned Kendall as her hips tilted back and forth. Her body was in control of her mind now.

I circled my fingertip around her swollen clitoris. “So swollen and sensitive… so wet…”, I pinched her fleshy little nob between my thumb and forefinger and gave her clit a little tug before it slipped wetly from between my fingers. I did it again, and Kendall groaned surprisingly deeply in the back of her throat. I stuck my thumb out over my curled fingers and pushed up and down at the base of her clit, sliding it back and forth under the pad of my thumb, in the rhythm of a slow fuck. “So ready to be filled…”. Kendall’s legs fell wider open, and I saw her arms strain against the restraints at her wrists. Her hips pulsed up and down, and I could hear her heavy breaths.

I slid my two first fingers up and down between her increasingly wet lips, dragging them across her opening. “This pussy… open wide to be filled with cum…” I said quietly as I pushed my two fingers into Kendall’s cunt. Oh fuck yes, she was open alright… and wet and slimy for me. I drew my fingers out of her and looked at the glistening wetness coating them. I wiped them around the outside of her pussy lips, which were starting to look quite engorged, and thrust my fingers back into her pussy, wriggling them around inside her before extracting more of her juices and wiping them over her pussy lips. I ran the tips of my fingers around Kendall’s wet, slippery pussy, smearing her pussy into a wet dripping mess while she strained against her ties and gyrated her hips.

I pushed two fingers deep into her soaked pussy again and pressed my thumb against her clitoris. “Wet… cunt…”, I hissed as I slid my fingers in and out of her tight pussy and massaged her clit with my thumb. “Wet cunt… for me to fuck…”, I grunted out as I fucked Kendall with my fingers. Kendall grunted a “fuck” before I pulled my fingers out and slid them up and down between her asshole and her pussy, smearing her wetness all over her skin, dampening her little pubic hairs and sticking them down. I pushed three bunched fingers back into her pussy, opening her wide, while I riffled the fingers of my other hand back and forth across her hard clit. Kendall cried out and lifted her ass up off the bed and came on my hand with a squeal. I could feel her pussy contracting and gripping my fingers and I stopped rubbing her clit while she came. As her ass shuddered back down onto the bed, I withdrew my fingers and watched fascinated as her pussy contracted in little pulses as it slowly closed. “Yes… cum for me….” I whispered as I lightly rested my fingers on her throbbing pussy.

“Your pussy’s looking for cum… it feeds on it. It needs to be filled with something hotter, and longer… and juicier, doesn’t it?”.
“Fuck me…” pleaded Kendall.
I moved and pressed my mouth to Kendall’s ear.
“What? I can’t hear you…”, I whispered.
“Fuck me…”, moaned Kendall louder.
I toyed with one of her nipples.
“Tell me to fuck your cunt”, I muttered into her ear.
“Fuck my cunt you SON OF A BITCH ASSHOLE PRICK!!”, shouted Kendall and strained against the ties. I smiled to myself. Kendall’s cheeks were flushed.
“What do you need, female?”, I whispered into her hair.
“I need your CUM!!”, called out Kendall, her restrained ankles flailing helplessly.
I reached down and pushed two fingers into her swollen pussy again, making Kendall groan and arch her head back on the pillow. I scooped some sticky, clingy juices onto my fingers.
I traced my wet fingertips around Kendall’s lips, making them shine wetly with her own juices. She opened her mouth and tried to suck at my fingers, but I pulled them away.

“Have you got something wet and slippery that I can fuck?”, I asked her as I slid my sticky fingers around the inside of her lips again. She surrendered to my touch this time without trying to suck my fingers into her mouth. “Any…. wet hole… will do”, I said. “My cock is too hard and too heavy now… too full of cum. I need to cum soon”, I murmured as I felt Kendall’s tongue brushing against my finger. “Maybe I could cum in your pussy… maybe I could cum in your throat…”
Kendall groaned a loud and throaty “Ohhh”, and all of her muscles strained against her restraints.

I walked around to the foot of the bed and rested my hands on the inside of Kendall’s thighs. They were hot. Kendall pushed her thighs open wide and thrust her pussy up and grunted “fuck…. me….”. I bent down and gave her pussy a long lick from bottom to top. “Ohhhh-aaahhhhh” groaned Kendall deep in the back of her throat again. I licked her again, pushing my tongue between her lips and letting the tip flick up over her clit. “Oh noooo”, she groaned deeply, and bucked her hips up at my face. I pulled her pussy open with my hands and licked around the inside of her opening, licking her clit and sucking it between my lips. “Nooooooo”, moaned Kendall again, and rolled her head from side to side. I lapped at her pussy, probed her with my tongue, sucked her into my mouth and drenched her pussy in my saliva. I feasted on her oyster. Thank you Marissa, for that image… groan. She was cumming… I held her bucking hips down onto the bed with my mouth as she ground her cunt against my face and let go. One long moan escaped from her lips as her orgasm rippled through her. I kissed her twitching pussy with my full lips and stood up, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

Kendall hadn’t stopped moaning.

I bent down to lick her thickly again, and she twitched and arched and grunted…. Maybe she came again, I’m not sure.

“Kendall?”, I whispered.
She groaned and shook her head. She was gone.

I climbed on top of her, between her legs, kneeling over her. As she felt my heat over her, she arched her back, then lifted her hips up to me. She need to be fucked so badly…
I lowered my hips and let my heavy cock brush against her pussy. She groaned like an animal and jerked her blindfolded head up, and I had to quickly pull back to avoid her headbutting me.
I lowered my shaft down to press against her pussy under my belly, and dragged it back and forth between her soaked lips… so wet and slippery. She bucked up and down beneath me, trying to tilt her opening towards the head of my cock. I tilted my pelvis and let my cockhead engage into her opening, and she pushed up at me and screamed as I groaned long and deep and pushed the entire length of my cock into her pussy. The heat was overpowering… I jabbed my cock in deep, then slowly withdrew all the way out. Kendall half grunted, half swore and pushed her pussy up at me again. I drove my cock into her in one thick stroke again, and left my weight bearing down on her. Kendall twisted and writhed below me, working her pussy onto my cock, which I jabbed hard into her every few seconds. She swore and moaned and tightened around my cock as she came again, sucking at my cock with her rippling pussy walls. “Oh fuuuck”, I moaned. What a feeling… this pretty girl going completely feral underneath me… but I didn’t allow myself to cum. After a few more slow strokes into her spasming pussy, I withdrew and got off of her. Oh fuck, now my cock was twitching…

I moved around to the side of the bed again, my cock wet and upright. I slipped my hand under Kendall’s head and pulled her blindfold off. The first thing she saw was my hard and wet cock towering over her face. My cockhead was swollen, my veins were bulging… Kendall looked up into my eyes and could see the pain I was in so she turned her head to the side. “I want your cum in my stomach”, she said softly, and opened her mouth, inviting me to feed her my cock. “Oh fuck…” I moaned and pushed my cockhead between her lips. Lifting her head a little, she sucked me into her mouth and worked my cockhead with her tongue, swirling it around the eye of my cock inside her mouth. I was still as she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking on my cock, licking me inside her mouth. As my cockhead swelled, I gently fucked her mouth until I shot large jets of cum onto the back of her throat with a load groan. Kendall kept her lips firmly wrapped around my spasming cock, sucking on me as my bursts of cum shot into her mouth. I could feel the suction as she swallowed my thick cum. She was looking up at the rapture on my face as it was my turn to lose all control.

When I was empty, I pulled back and let Kendall look at me, shining with a thin film of sweat and my cock glistening and twitching. Kendall purred a “mmmm” and then asked “What were you saying about my mind and my body?”
“I…. huh? Oh, never mind”, I stammered. All I know is that felt fucking unbelievable.

I untied Kendall… we washed each other in the shower… I let Kendall stay the night, asleep in my arms. But I fell asleep first. Hey, it’s the way we’re wired. Go sue God if you don’t like it. :-)

A Fine Meal

Marissa and I had been dining at one of the best restaurants in town, with a hot-shot guy from her work that she wanted to get in good with, in case he turned out to be useful one day. I was along for the ride, letting Marissa do most of the talking, but being socially pleasant enough myself. I think I was there mostly to show the other guy that this was a business dinner... nothing too flirty on Marissa's behalf. The night went well... I think Marissa's work colleague was impressed with her. Why wouldn't he be? She made him laugh at the right times, and she looked stunning in her black dress, pearl necklace and matching earrings. He laughed and smiled a little too eagerly sometimes, I thought. I looked at him, smiling, thinking smugly to myself that I was the one taking Marissa up to spend the night in a plush room in the hotel. I shouldn't gloat... but I already had a pretty good idea what I'll be doing while he's out arguing with a taxi driver somewhere.

That was earlier in the evening.

Now, I was sitting in an armchair in the room, tie loosened around my neck, looking at Marissa standing in front of me. She was swaying in her heels just a tiny amount... too much wine. I almost laughed... thinking the wine would make Marissa more uninhibited. More uninhibited.

I slipped the tie out from my collar and undid a couple of shirt buttons and just sat there, staring at Marissa. She could tell that I wasn't going to move, so she reached behind herself to pull the zip at the back of her dress. When the zip was down, she slowly peeled the strap of her black dress down off one shoulder, and then the other, and with a little wiggle she tugged the dress down around her waist, over her hips and let it drop to her ankles. She stepped out of her dress, one foot at a time, and stood there, hands by her sides, watching me looking at her.

Assessing her.

Approving her.

Her black hair spilled onto her shoulders. She wore a lacy black bra and a small black thong. Black heels and pearls. I felt a growing tightness in my trousers as I looked her up and down. She must have seen a certain look pass over my face, because her lips parted slightly and she sank down to sit back on her heels, ankles together and knees wide apart. She reached her hands behind her back and slid her wrists under the waistband of her thong, resting her open hands on her butt. This pose was so... submissive of her. It aroused all sorts of flames inside me, and when I pictured the wet and slippery oysters that she had eaten earlier in the evening sliding down her throat, my cock filled to strain against my trousers. I could feel a cold, sticky spot building at my tip.

I stood up and manhandled my cock into a slightly more comfortable position in my trousers.

Marissa looked up at me, lips parted, and I knew that look in her eyes only too well. It was the look that slayed me every time... the look that simply said "use me".

Use me.

She knew I loved her. She knew I respected and admired her. And when she offered herself to me to be used, I knew that my passionate arousal would send her high as well. So I unzipped my trousers and pulled my erect cock out of my fly and walked around behind Marissa.

Now I could see her hands spread out on her ass. She was pulling her ass cheeks apart with her hands, letting her thong ride up tightly between her legs. Here was the woman who was dazzling Mr. Hot Shot with her charms and wit over a cheese platter only half an hour ago, spreading herself open as she knelt in front of my cock.

From Princess to Whore, and every kind of woman in between.

I reached down and swept the hair away from the side of Marissa's neck, exposing her smooth skin. With my hand, I pressed my stiff cock against the side of Marissa's neck and slid it up and down against her skin. She tilted her head against me slightly, feeling the warmth of my cock on her neck. Her hands gripped her ass a little more tightly. I pushed the tip of my cock into the little hollow behind her earlobe, spotting a little sticky pre-cum behind her ear. I could feel the clasp of her earring pricking my cock, but rather than it hurting me, I found myself liking the sensation.

Holding my cock tightly in my hand, and resting my free hand on the side of Marissa's head, I dragged my sticky tip down the edge of her ear. She could feel the smooth skin of my cockhead sliding over her ear... feel the damp traces I was leaving on her... and she could smell my male scent next to her head. She turned her face towards my cock, looking back over her shoulder, and pressed her wet lips against my shaft. With one hand bracing the back of her head, I pushed my cock into her open mouth with my other hand. The way she searched for my cock with her mouth drove me crazy. Her lips tried to close around me, but my cock pulled wetly from her mouth, and I pressed the underside of my shaft against her cheek, my hot meat burning against her smooth face. I pressed my cock against her cheek with my open palm, and with a flex of my hips, I thrust my cock back and forth against her face. Marissa closed her eyes and just let me rub myself against her pretty face. She could feel how much I was enjoying it, and she just wanted me to do what I wanted to her, as if she fed off my own pleasure.

I moved around in front of Marissa and slipped my trousers off, losing my underwear, leaving my half unbuttoned shirt on. My cock was rather large now, standing tall in front of her face from underneath my shirt. She opened her mouth wide and leaned her head back... I could see right down her throat. She was silently pleading me for me to use her throat... oh fuck, what a turn on. I took my cock in my hand and I slapped it against her bottom lip with a soft, thick thud. I grunted under my breath - uhhhh - as I slapped her lips with my meaty cock again. My own mouth was hanging agape now, and little "Uhhhh"s were escaping under my breath as Marissa poked her tongue out of her mouth and I slapped my cock wetly against it.

Fuck....

I was losing it.

I reached under Marissa's armpits and hauled her to her feet, sliding her hands out from under her thong. I physically threw her onto her side onto the crisp white sheets of the bed, where she landed with a bounce before I leapt on top of her, pinning her down before she could move. With her bottom leg stretched out straight, I pulled her top thigh up to her chest with one hand behind her knee. I grabbed the back of her thong in my two hands, and with a yank, snapped the material and peeled it away from her pussy. Biting my bottom lip hard, I slid my palm down the underside of her ass to her pussy as she lay on her side, and when my fingertips reached her pussy I pulled her lips open by tugging upwards. I grunted a mmmhhhh when I felt how wet the gap between her lips was and straddled her lower leg, sitting on it with my knees spread apart and pushed my cock down to that sweet and wet little hole.

I entered her.

A moment of pure bliss... as I felt my cock sinking into her hot, tight and wet passage. I gasped at the sensation... Marissa growled at the feeling of being opened so widely and simultaneosuly being filled with my hot length.

I groaned.... uuuuuhhhhhhhh
and started fucking her pussy.
hands on her hip
lips pulled back around my teeth
slamming my cock into her
balls squeezing against her leg
muscles around the base of my shaft slamming against her pussy lips
her body shuddering with every impact into her core.... ass shaking, tits wobbling...

faster
unintelligible ahhh-uhhh-uhhhh coming from her throat as her head bounces back and forth on her bed
her cervix opening and closing against my swollen cockhead as it pummels her
she's coming...
my fucking whore princess is cumming on my cock
oh fuck
now...

I leap off her
throw both her arms above her head and pin them with my hands

and push my cock into her mouth

my ass cheeks flex and clench above her face as I thrust my cock deeper into her slobbering mouth, my thighs on her shoulders

and uuuhhhhhhhh ... UUHHHHHH

I cum... and cum... and cum
And my cum shoots into her throat while I roar at the release...
Wake the neighbours rattle the mirrors
Screaming
Marissa pushes at my hips with her hands
I lift off of her and she coughs with a sticky gurgle.
A deflating groan-sigh-moan trickles from my lips

"Turn around", she says in a voice I barely recognise as hers. She is... somewhere where she only exists to please me.

I spin around to face her feet, and her hands pull me back on top of her. She arches her head back, lengthening her neck, and takes my cock in her hand and feeds it into her mouth. I feel her hands on my ass cheeks... I feel her tight throat opening... her hands push down on my ass, sliding my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, my cockhead sliding down her throat... her tongue is pressing flat against the base of my shaft while her throat is contracting tightly around my crown. I am moaning continuously by this stage... not thrusting... but my cock is twitching and shuddering in Marissa's throat as she slowly tilts her head back and forth beneath me.

Marissa's fingers.... roaming... tracing around my asshole.... fondling my balls resting on her face... keeping my cock held firmly in her relaxed throat... a tear forms at the corner of my eye as she urges me to fuck her throat gently with a movement of her hands....
With a sharp little "Oh!" I let myself slide my cock gently in and out of Marissa's throat, and abruptly I tense and cum again, shooting more cream down past her tonsils, making her knees kick up off the bed.

With a weak groan, I slide my cock out of Marissa's throat and turn to lie next to her. She reaches across me and pulls me tightly to her, enfolding herself in my arms and burying her face against my shoulder. "Tomorrow morning...", I murmer hoarsely, "Tomorrow morning, I'm yours..." I feel her nodding weakly against my shoulder before I feel her lips kissing my skin. I kiss the top of her head and hold her tight.

Collared

Marissa and Kendall stood in front of me, while I turned the little pink collar in my hands, looking at it. I didn't say anything while I ran my finger over the little rhinestones embedded in the leather. Marissa and Kendall looked at me, then looked at each other. Kendall was slowly becoming more relaxed in our company, but she still looked a little uneasy at times. Like now.

Marissa fidgeted. As she reached out to brush the hair back over Kendall's ear, I suddenly said "Get undressed. Both of you.".
Marissa laughed and said "Yes sir!" and gave me a mock salute. But I wasn't smiling. Marissa and Kendall looked at each other again and started to slip out of their clothes.

I watched this beautiful pair strip down to stand naked in front of me. Marissa's gaze travelled up and down Kendall's body, lingering on her soft curves. Kendall's eyes stayed locked on mine, and she reached her hand out to hold Marissa's. "Nice", I thought. Just the right level of apprehension was building in the air.

I walked around behind them, holding the collar in my hand and swinging the leash around. What a pair of butts. Hot and sweet. I got undressed behind them, looking at Marissa's black hair hanging down her back. I dropped my clothes noisily on the floor. I wanted the girls to know I was naked.

I reached out and ran my fingers down Marissa's back, starting just below her hair. She jumped a little at my first touch, but started to sway sensuously from side to side as my fingers trailed down to her lower back. I loved the way she moved. I could have felt her swaying under my fingers all night...

I moved over behind Kendall and lightly kissed the back of her shoulder.

I unbuckled the collar.

And put it around Marissa's neck.

I knew I had surprised her. She tried to turn around to face me but I was already buckling the collar and testing it's tightness. She spun around and felt the collar around her neck with her fingers. I pulled the leash, pulling her face closer to me. I tilted my head and looked at her with a little smile. I loved the way her eyes flashed at me when things weren't going quite the way she expected.

"Marissa, get down on your hands and knees", I commanded. There was no "Yes sir", this time. She just got down onto her knees and then leaned forward onto her hands, the leash trailing on the floor in front of her. I put my foot down on the leash close to her so that Marissa couldn't get up. My cock was filling and rising as I looked down at my hot mate, held down. I wanted to move around behind her and salivate over her pussy pushing up at me. Instead, I reached my hand out take Kendall's in mine and placed her hand on my cock, curling her fingers around my shaft. I held her hand in mine as I started to slide my cock through her fingers, right in front of Marissa's face. After moments, my cock became fully erect, hot in Kendall's hand. She was squeezing my thick cock enthusiastically now, stroking me in time with my thrusts.

When I was as hard as I could be, I ordered Kendall to kneel in front of me and lick my cock. Her face bobbed up and down in front of me, her tongue lapping up and down the underside of my shaft, running over the bundle of nerves at the base of my crown. Marissa could only watch, her head held down by the leash under my foot. She turned her face up, watching my balls lift up and down as Kendall's lips slid over my cock, pulling at my skin. The muscles at the top of my quads were tightening... Kendall's wet tongue was starting to make me feel a little too good, so I pulled away from her mouth. Reluctantly.

I put my hand on the top of Kendall's head and pushed it next to Marissa's and held it there.
"Open your mouth, Kendall, and stick your tongue out flat".
I was enjoying ordering them both to do my bidding. And enjoying that fact that they were obeying me even more. Kendall stuck her pink tongue out.

I took my cock in my hand and pressed it against Kendall's tongue. Slowly, I slid the underside of my crown up and down her wet tongue, my eye glistening with sticky dew. I could feel Kendall's breath on my cock. The top of my helmet nudged against Kendall's top teeth before sliding back down her tongue. Marissa instinctively opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out too, pressing it alongside Kendall's. Tongue to tongue. "Oh fuck... don't come now... don't come now...." I thought. It was going to be difficult.

I continued to slide my cockhead up and down Kendall's keen tongue. Marissa started to wriggle her tongue against Kendall's, licking against the side of my cock. I groaned... it was too good. Oh fuck... I had to come... I started breathing loudly and flexing my ass cheeks, and both girls, sensing I was so close, moved their faces a little closer to me and starting licking the sides of my shaft. My cock was swollen and darkening, starting to twitch... and then a stream of white cum flew out the tip of my cock, landing on Marissa's shoulder. Marissa closed her lips around the end of my erupting cock and sucked hard on me as I shot another load into the back of her throat. I was groaning like an animal... groaning as the cum shot up out of me into Marissa's mouth. Marissa slid her lips off of the end of my cock, trailing a thin ribbon of spit. Kendall sucked greedily at the tip of my cock, taking her share of my cream while Marissa swallowed my seed.

I eagerly drained my cum into Kendall's mouth, in ecstasy but a little annoyed that I had come too quickly. Without really putting the collar to good use.

I lifted my foot off Marissa's leash and sank down to sit on my heels, my cock throbbing and twitching. Marissa grabbed Kendall's face in her hands and squeezed her lips to Kendall's mouth, sucking at her creamy tongue. I watched the passion in Marissa's kiss in a spent daze. I think she was thanking Kendall for making her lover feel so good.

Marissa had to come now (if she hadn't already). She had to. I wanted to watch her orgasm. I was next to useless now in my drained state.

I took the collar off Marissa. She rubbed her throat and watched me fasten it around Kendall's neck. Kendall smiled at me. She almost looked glad that it was her turn. "Wait here", I told her, and pulled Marissa up by the hand. She had left a little wet spot on the floor. Damn, she was soaking wet. My baby... so wet, she drove me nuts.
I had to do something about that.

I grabbed the velcro ties and lead Marissa to the bedroom. Fastening a tie securely around each ankle and wrist, I got Marissa to lie spreadeagled on the bed, on her back, and secured her ankles and wrists to the four corner posts of the bed. Marissa tested her bonds... they stayed firm.

"You look beautiful... good enough to eat", I said with a smile, and bent down to kiss Marissa's stomach before turning to leave the room. "Noooooo... stay and eat me...." pleaded Marissa, lifting her hips up and down on the bed, but I only called out "I'll be back" from around the doorway.

After a few moments (and after a brief talk with Kendall), I re-appeared in the doorway, holding the leash. I walked into the bedroom and yanked on the leash, tugging Kendall into the room. I lead her over to the bed on a short leash, where she looked down at the immobilised Marissa.

"Now listen to me", I said to Kendall. "You are going to lick my woman until she orgasms in your mouth".
"No!" cried out Kendall. "I don't want to kiss a girl!"
"You don't have a choice", I snapped. "Fucking do it!", and yanked on the leash. Grabbing the leash in my fist, I lowered my arm and pulled her head down to Marissa's chest by the collar. "Suck her nipples", I commanded, and pushed her onto Marissa, who let out an "oof" as Kendall's body fell on top of her. I cupped Marissa's tit into a mound and barked at Kendall "Suck!", and pushed Kendall's face down onto Marissa's breast.

Marissa flexed her shoulders and arched her back, thrusting her breast up into Kendall's reluctant mouth which slowly opened against the urging of Marissa's erect nipple.

I turned the finger vibrator on and thrust my finger between Kendall's legs. The vibration against her pussy perked her up, and I watched her ass cheeks clench. My cock started to rise again at the sight. I removed my finger. "Do it well and there'll be more of that", I said. Kendall returned her mouth to Marissa's large nipple, and sucked and pulled at it with her red lips, smearing lipstick around Marissa's nipple.

Kendall paused, waiting for her reward, but I only said "And the other one", as Marissa slid around on the bed below Kendall. Kendall turned her attention to the other nipple, working it into a long and hard peak with her slippery tongue, making Marissa moan gently. "Keep going", I said, as I shoved my finger with the vibrator into Kendall's cunt again. Kendall moaned and hummed onto Marissa's swollen nipple, licking it, wiping it around her lips before sucking it into her mouth again. "Good girl", I said, and removed the vibrator.

"Now... lick my woman's cunt".
"Ewwww... no way", came the retort.
"You've got be fucking joking", I said, and pulled on the leash, lifting Kendall's sweet face up from Marissa's tit. I pulled a little harder, making the leash dig in tighter into Kendall's neck.
"Lick her...make her cum in your mouth", and jerked the leash. I gave her no choice but to slide down Marissa's body to put some slack in the leash. I continued pulling until Kendall's face was over Marissa's pussy, which she was lifting up and down in a slow "fuck me" rhythm. Oh fuck what a sight... my cock was full and tall again.

I fed the leash under Marissa's ass, below her on the bed. Reaching under Marissa's writhing body, I pulled the leash along under her until it came out behind her shoulder. I pulled it, tightening the slack around Kendall's neck.

"Look at Marissa... she can't hold on, can you baby?"
"Oh no....", murmured Marissa darkly. "Kendall, honey, fuck me with your tongue... ohhhhhhh", and thrust her hips up towards Kendall's face.

I pulled the leash, sliding it under Marissa's ass and drawing Kendall's face lower towards Marissa's dripping pussy. Kendall started to struggle, and pushed bak against the bed with her arms, but every time Marissa lifted her ass off the bed, I pulled Kendall's face lower with the leash.

I looped the end of the leash around the bed post by Marissa's wrist, and walked over to Kendall. I pulled her arms behind her back and bound her wrists together with a velcro tie. No struggling now....

I returned to the leash, and pulled it as tight as it would go, pulling Kendall's face right down to press against Marissa's sopping wet pussy, her chin tucked down between Marissa's ass and pussy. I tied the leash off on the post, nice and tight. Marissa was lifting her pussy up to smear it against Kendall's mouth, the leash keeping her in place.

I placed my hands on either side of Marissa's swollen pussy and pulled her lips wide open, around Kendall's mouth. "Tongue her!!" I shouted, and Kendall's tongue flicked out against Marissa's wet pink skin.
"Yes!! Yes!!" shouted out Marissa as I put my hand on the back of Kendall's head and shoved her against Marissa's open pussy. "Lick!!", I commanded, and Kendall pushed her tongue into Marissa's slick opening.

I took my hand with the finger vibrator, and rested it on Marissa's stomach, finger resting on the top of her pussy. "Push your tongue into her pussy, Kendall. Let's make her cum so hard...". Kendall forgot all pretence of distaste and thrust her sweetly throbbing tongue between Marissa's lips, licking at her creamy skin. I rested my vibrating finger on Marissa's clitoris while Kendall supped below. Marissa howled as her pussy started contracting in slow pulses against Kendall's soft lips.
"Fuck me", I growled under my breath as Marissa heaved below Kendall's face, almost squirting with the intensity of her orgasm.
"Oh shit", I grunted and jerked my cock off in my fist until I came on Marissa's face, my hot cum splashing onto her lips and cheek. With a squeeze of my fist and a shuddering grunt, I shook the last drop of cum onto the side of Marissa's nose.

Shaking, I unbuckled the collar from Kendall's neck and pushed her towards Marissa's face. "Kendall... Kendall... push my cum into Marissa's mouth with your tongue..."
Kendall moaned like an animal and lowered her mouth to Marissa's face. With long, slow licks, she slid my cum across Marissa's skin towards her mouth, where Marissa licked at it with her own tongue. Kendall knelt over Marissa on all fours, licking Marissa's lips with her creamy tongue. Marissa sucked Kendall's tongue into her mouth, tasting my sperm, and at that moment I slid two fingers into Kendall's little pussy and rolled my finger vibrator around her hard clit. Kendall screamed against Marissa's mouth, their lips pressed together and her tongue being caressed by Marissa's. I probed Kendall's wet opening with my fingers and drove her pussy into shuddering spasms with the vibrator buzzing on her clit, while Marissa sucked her tongue and felt her animal arousal washing through her body and into Marissa's througher mouth. I withdrew the vibrator and rolled Kendall's throbbing clit around with my finger while she melted into Marissa's mouth.

Finally Kendall collapsed on one side of Marissa, kissing her cheek. I undid the wrist ties and then collapsed on the other side of Marissa, also kissing her face. The three of us lay there, kissing each other, not wanting to move...

It was heaven.

Broken In

Marissa's well connected. Through her work, she meets a few models. She had shown me some recent shots she had taken of one blonde model, and when she saw me taking more than just a polite interest in the photos she had asked me if I wanted to meet the model. Knowing Marissa, I knew there was always more to the story than meets the eye. So I said sure. This model looked like a tasty piece of ass, so how could I possibly say no?

That was a few weeks ago. And now, Marissa and Kendall were sitting on my sofa. Marissa had her hand on Kendall's knee, and I just watched them both, listening to their quiet chatting. Marissa and I had actually met Kendall on one occasion before tonight. Broken her in, would be more accurate. I can't believe she came back. She must have enjoyed it, although it was hard to tell at the time.

I looked at her. She was listening to Marissa, but glanced over at me a few times. I think she was scared of me a little. I wasn't saying much, deliberately remaining a closed book. I wanted Kendall to be scared of me. Now, I would never hurt anyone, but with Kendall... she was mine to use like a piece of meat. I had to try to shut out any kind of emotional attachment, and just use her for my own gratification. How had I described her to Marissa? As my cum bucket. Marissa had liked that. Because this was as exciting for her as it was for me.

I stared at Kendall. She was uneasy. I wonder if she could see on my face that I was picturing using her tight little cunt to soak up my cum with. Or wondering how far down her throat my cock would go. Maybe I would stretch her ass open with my cock before creaming it. Maybe she could already see the lengthening bulge in my jeans and was remembering the first time I had forced myself on her.

No wonder Kendall's body language was all aimed towards Marissa. She must have in her mind the memory of Marissa's wet pussy grinding down on her erect nipple. Look at Kendall... she's too shy to ask for what she really wants. Because Lord knows she wants something... or she wouldn't be here again.

I smiled at Marissa when she leaned forward and slipped her hand inside Kendall's top, feeling for her nipple. She really did have a thing for those small but firm nipples. How cute... Kendall's blushing. My, she really is shy. You'd think a model would be more... out there. Although... her shots were sexy... but tame, if you know what I mean. This was probably all new to her.

Marissa got her camera. Kendall wore a yellow top which was quite open at the neck, and Marissa had tugged it down to reveal Kendall's firm little breast. She directed Kendall to squeeze her tit in her hands, as if she was offering her breast to the camera. Mouth open. Nice one Marissa. Damn, she was good. Both of them were good. Marissa turned Kendall to the side, in profile, and got her to pull her nipple long between her fingers while she licked the tip of her other finger with her long tongue. Oh, great shot. It was making me get nice and hard, and I bet Marissa's soaking her panties right now too.

Fuck this... I'm out of patience. I just stood up and yanked my clothes off and stood there in front of the girls, my big cock full and standing upright. Marissa laughed; Kendall gulped. While Kendall was still staring at my erection (yes, honey, this does fit inside you... we all know it does) Marissa leaned forward and grabbed the neck of Kendall's top and pulled at it with her two strong hands, ripping it right down the front and tugging it down lower. Kendall spun around to face Marissa, who cut her off before she could speak. "Relax, I'll buy you another top. I want some photos of you and Simon together." God bless you Marissa, you mind reader. "Kneel on the rug". Marissa gave Kendall a little push towards the floor. Kendall knelt. Good girl.

"You do what you want, Simon. I'll just shoot.", said Marissa.
"Fine by me", I said, and stood next to Kendall.

I put my hand on top of Kendall's head, and messed her hair a little. With my hand still on top of her head, I pushed the side of Kendall's face against my stomach and held it there in profile against me. With my other hand, I pushed my stiff cock up against my stomach and pushed it sideways against Kendall's face, with my crown pushing against her closed eye. "Close crop", I said, and Marissa, kneeling in front of us, knew just what I meant and fired off a few shots. "Pull her hair", said Marissa. "Yeah", I replied, and pulled at the back of Kendall's hair, tilting her head back and shoving my cock against her face. I wanted to get a sense of my size next to Kendall's pretty little face. I knew Marissa would get some good shots from this.

I pulled down harder on Kendall's hair, and tilted her chin up with my other hand, so that her throat was long and exposed. Then I turned side on and pressed the hot length of my cock up against her long neck, my crown pressing against the underside of her chin. This shot implied my cock filling her throat. I wondered if Kendall got a sense of that. Just to remind her, I pressed my cock a little harder against her throat and rubbed it up and down with little pulses of my hips. Oh fuck, that felt good. I pictured rubbing myself into a cum geyser splashing up onto her lips. Maybe I was pressing a little too hard against her throat. She was trying to pull away, but I kept pushing her against me with my hand on the back of her head. I noticed Marissa wasn't shooting any more. She had put her camera down and was fingering herself.

Marissa lifted her fingers and showed me the stringy wetness on her fingers. Oh fuck... I love it when Marissa gets all stringy like that. That means she is deeply aroused. I better let her play too... it's only fair, right?

But first...

I moved around in front of Kendall and grabbed her head by two handfuls of hair and pulled her face roughly against my cock. Holding her head against me, I thrust my cock up and down over her face, rubbing my dick against her nose and cheek, squeezing my balls against her chin. She groaned, her lips dragging wetly up and down the base of my shaft while I fucked her face. The tip of my cock was getting all juicy... Oh fuck... Marissa had her jeans off and was shoving a bunch of fingers into her pussy. Oh fuck.... I was torn between a desire to cum on this little beauty's face and grabbing Marissa and giving that hot cunt of hers a pounding.

I pushed Kendall roughly onto her back on the rug. You could see in her wild eyes she didn't know what was going to happen next. Part of the excitement for her, I suppose. She was starting to look as if she liked being used as a fuck rag.

"Marissa, come here", I said. "These pouty little lips need a really wet pussy grinding down on them". The girls groaned in unison. What music to my ears. Marissa didn't need to be asked twice. She squatted and lowered herself down on Kendall's face and started tilting her pelvis back and forth, smearing her dripping pussy over Kendall's mouth, nose and chin. Marissa groaned... or was it growled?... like a bitch vampire... so fucking hot.... squirming her oyster down on our pretty model's soft face, pressing her pearl against those pouty lips...

Marissa pulled at Kendall's nipples between her fingers, stretching them long, as she swung her hips round and around, moaning and moaning. I hope Kendall was putting her long tongue to good use down there... I think Marissa's going to cum... I went and stood over Kendall's writhing legs, facing Marissa, and stroked and handled myself, smearing the sticky precum from my cock's eye all over my head. Just out of Marissa's reach.

Marissa made some kind of noise in the back of her throat and her eyes rolled back in her head as her back arched. Oh yes, my baby was cumming, and cumming hard... probably drenching Kendall's face with her juice. OK.. fuck... now, the time is right... I went behind Marissa and pushed her gently forward, until she came to rest on her arms, lifting her pussy slightly from Kendall's face. Kendall gasped for air, her hair plastered against her face... fuck... look at Marissa's white cream all over her face. Wow, she got it good.

I spread my knees wide and squatted behind Marissa, hanging my balls down onto Kendall's forehead. Pushing my cock down lower with my hand, I eased it between Marissa's swollen pussy lips and pushed it into her wet opening. Marissa screamed as I drove my meat deep into her spasming cunt, and Kendall made a muffled sound down beneath my balls. I grunted and grit my teeth as I grabbed Marissa's hips and starting pumping at her. Fuck... sweat prickled on my brow and on my chest. We smothered Kendall with Marissa's fucked pussy, and she responded by pressing her tongue up against Marissa's hard clitoris as we fucked. Marissa howled and bucked her hips hard in my grip and that really set me off...my fingernails dug into her bucking hips as I pumped gobs of my cum into her... teeth bared and grunting loudly. Kendall's arms flailed helplessly around my legs as I flooded Marissa with my cream above her face.

When I felt like my shuddering jabs weren't producing any more cum, I slowly extracted my cock from Marissa's creamy pussy. I pushed Marissa's ass up off of Kendall's face, letting her breathe again. Oh she looked like an animal... she was gone. She wasn't even human any more... and I think she liked the total abandon.

Yes! Here it comes... my cum dribbled out of Marissa's contracting pussy and dripped onto Kendall's chin. Kendall turned her head to the side, but I held her head in my hands and straightened it upwards again. I bent low to kiss Kendall's sweaty forehead, and whispered "You clean my woman's pussy, and clean it properly", and pushed Marissa down onto Kendall's face again. Marissa rotated her hips and ground her cummy pussy down onto those red pouty lips once more, and I rushed around in front of Marissa and fed my glistening cock between her lips. I held Marissa's head in my hands and pumped my cock into her mouth, feeling her tongue cleaning me off inside. Marissa could feel my thick cum slipping out of her and mixing into a sloppy mess of cum, stringy juices and saliva all over her pussy, being mixed and lathered by Kendall's soft, fleshy lips. And then... she came like I've never seen her come before. She lifted her hips up and down, slamming them down onto Kendall's face over and over, and tried to shake her hair from side to side but I held her head firmly on my cock. She was screaming something unintelligible with my cock thrusting into her mouth and scratched my ass with her white fingernails. I nearly lost my balance as I restrained her bucking body, and grunted as I dry came in her mouth. My cock was heaving but only producing a few drops... I was drained.

I let go of Marissa's swaying head and let her fall to her side on the floor, sliding off of Kendall. Marissa rolled onto her back, moaning low and dark, her head rolling from side to side. I hauled Kendall up into a sitting position, and held her in my arms. She had had enough. I held her so that she could see Marissa writhing on the ground, out of her mind. I kissed the back of Kendall's neck and whispered "You did that". I wanted Kendall to feel the power. She shivered in my arms and I kissed the back of her head.

Marissa had reached her hands down onto her pussy and pulled it wide open for us to see her swollen flesh, making herself feel totally open and exposed as her legs rolled from side to side. I pushed my hand down into Kendall's soaked panties as she sat in my arms, to find her wet little hole. I slid my fingertips up and down over her hooded clit, feeling it swelling at my touch, and dipped my fingers down between her creamy lips. I pushed my fingers into her, sliding past her pussy walls, feeling her folds and sensitive spots inside her as my palm rubbed her damp clit. I pressed my mouth to her ear and whispered "Let yourself go..." and kissed her earlobe. And she trembled and came on my hand. Marissa idly played with her nipples as she watched Kendall's breast heaving, her back arching against my chest. I caught Marissa's eye and smiled at her, and she smiled back at me. I kissed the side of Kendall's head again, never taking my eyes from Marissa's. We had feasted together... We both knew we had made a friend here, and we had more in store for her.... our broken in little pony.

It takes two to wrestle

Marissa has a lot of energy. "No kidding", I hear you say. Well, normally she goes to the gym just about every night to burn off some of that energy.
She's in great shape...
Her ass...

What was I saying?

Oh yeah. One night she had drinks after work - some function or something - and it got too late to get to the gym, so she came home instead. Marissa... too much energy...
Too much alcohol....
Oh boy.

She got changed out of her business clothes (I could look at her in her business suit all day and all night, but it does get uncomfortable, I suppose. LOL... says he lounging around in jeans and an old T shirt). She came out to the sofa where I was watching an old Hitchcock movie and stood directly in front of the TV. She was wearing just a brief white slip, which needless to say distracted me somewhat as I looked up at her, but after a moment I tried to look around her to see the TV again. The movie was just getting interesting...

"I'm bored", she said to me.

"OK.", I replied. "Can you just move..."

Marissa picked up the TV remote from the table and changed the channel.
"What...? Put it back!", I told her, but she laughed and held the remote behind her back. I reach out to grab her arm but she twisted away just out of my reach.

"C'mon Marissa... turn it back", I asked her, lowering my voice just a little.

"Well....", she said with an evil little giggle. "Do you want the remote back?".

"Give me the remote", I said, and held out my hand.

"Take your jeans off and I'll give you the remote."

After my flash of annoyance had passed, I looked at her standing in her slip, legs apart, remote held defiantly behind her back, and thought that this could get interesting. So I unbuckled, unzipped, and pulled my jeans down to my ankles and kicked them off.
"Remote...", I demanded, and held out my hand.

"And the T shirt..." said Marissa.

I glared at her, but pulled my T shirt up over my head, leaving me in only white cotton boxers. I stood up. All 6 foot 4 of me. And do you know what she said? She said "You want the remote? Come and get it".

I laughed at her brazen cheek... her gall... and took one step around the table. Marissa stepped the other way. I took a few more quicker steps, and she circled around the table. Damn, she was serious.

Waving the remote at me...

I grinned. And then I leapt across the table. Marissa shrieked and stumbled backwards onto the sofa, legs going in all directions, her slip riding up over her hips. Don't think I didn't notice. That little flash of pussy was making me feel... warm inside.

I lashed out with my hand and grabbed a flailing ankle. Marissa rolled over to lie on her stomach on the sofa, and pulled her leg downwards, trying to break my grip. Damn, she was strong, and she managed to slip her ankle out of my hand and started to pull her knees up under her, ready to spring off the sofa and make a getaway. I was half a step ahead of her though, and grabbed her from behind, squeezing my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my body as I leaned over the sofa.

Marissa kicked her legs and tried to pull herself away from me by pulling on the sofa's armrest with her hand, the remote dropping forgotten to the floor. But she wasn't going to get out of my bear hug that easily. I yanked her towards me, slipping her off the edge of the sofa and lowered her knees gently to the floor, so that I ended up kneeling behind her. I leaned onto her and pinned her against the sofa, with my hips pressing behind her and my arms still folded around her waist. Marissa twisted and turned to try to wriggle out of my grip, but as long as I had my arms around her waist, she wasn't going anywhere. And I was just going to hold her here for a while, because feeling her wiggling ass pressing against my groin while she was trying to escape was making me grow hard and excited.

"Now I've got you... and you're going to pay...", I puffed, as I loosened my grip around her waist and pulled her slip up over her ass with my free hand. Marissa tried to push her chest up off the sofa by straightening her arms. I didn't want her to get any kind of leverage, so I leaned down hard on her butt, grinding my cock (which was quite long in my boxers by now) against her, and pulled her arms back alongside her body.
"Oh no you don't", I grunted.
She tried to resist, with a gasp of exertion that was muffled by the sofa cushions, but she was in no position to fight back too hard. I pushed her hands under her hips, wedging them between her body and the sofa.

I leaned my chest down on Marissa's back and pressed my mouth to her ear. I straddled her legs with mine, with my knees on either side of hers on the floor.

"Naughty girl... annoying a man like that. You deserve to be... punished!", I said and squeezed my cock hard against her ass. Marissa moaned into the cushions and tried to struggle beneath me, but with me thighs around hers and my weight on her, she was well and truly pinned. Feeling her struggling made my cock grow longer and poke out of the top of my shorts.

I reached one of my hands down between her ass and my stomach. There wasn't much room for my hand, because I wasn't letting up any of my pressure on Marissa, but I managed to push my boxers down enough to free my erection. When I laid the hot length of my shaft against her ass, Marissa pushed her hips back at me, trying to push me off, but succeeding only in making my cock start to weep clear drops of pre-cum onto her ass. Her shoulders were straining as she tried to free her hands from under her hips, and the small of her back was getting shiny with sweat from her exertions and from the heat of my body lying on top of hers.

"Ahhhhh....", I moaned as I held Marissa's struggling body captive. I was starting to slide my erect cock up and down between her sweaty ass cheeks, feeling her pussy getting humid and damp against my shaft. I wasn't sure if she was still struggling to escape, or wilfully bucking her hips back against me now. If I let go of her now, I don't think she'd be running away.

I carefully placed one of my knees between her legs. Then the other. Now I could push her legs open by sliding my knees apart on the floor. She resisted... hard. But not hard enough... because now I had her legs spread apart with my knees. And her pussy was right there, open in front of me... caught and vulnerable... for me to take...

I pressed my lips against the side of Marissa's neck, holding her head down against the sofa cushion with the pressure of my mouth, and let my hot, panting breath wash over her as I reached back with my hand to guide my cock to her pussy entrance. My crown popped inside her, and with little pulsing strokes I eased my thick cock between her legs, groaning long into her ear. Marissa squealed and gasped "fuck!" as she felt my cock forcing its way into her wet but tight pussy, which soon opened further to take my full thickness.

She pushed against the sofa with her knees and lifted her hips an inch or two away from the edge of the sofa, but I bore down on her, pushing her back against the sofa and driving my cock all the way in to my hilt. Oh fuck, I was groaning like an animal... I slid one hand under Marissa's head and held her throat gently in my palm as I started to pump my hips against her ass. Fuck, she was fully wet and receptive now, taking all of my thrusting cock deep inside her, pushing her pelvis back against me and spreading her legs wider apart...

I didn't release her from the pressure of my weight... I held her down, pinned, immobilized... and I fucked her. I fucked her until the only sound coming out of her throat was "ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh" over and over. And when my helmet started to swell inside her, and my balls tightened, when I could feel her orgasm rippling through her walls, drenching me, I let my cum gush into her in waves as I panted her name. I felt her howling "Mmm--nnh--hhhh--mm-ohhhh" vibrating against my hand on her throat. With a final grunted shuddering "fuuuuuck", I was drained.

I lifted my weight from Marissa's sweating back. She pulled her hands out from under her pumelled hips and raised herself up on her elbows. Her black hair spilled down her back, her muscles in her curved back flexing, while she rocked slowly back and forth against my cock. I never saw anything as beautiful... and she was humming a contented "mmmmmmmm".

Who really won here? I wondered to myself.

I eased my flagging cock out of Marissa's pussy and watched her slide down to squat on her ankles. She finally looked worn out. I pushed the table back away from the sofa and lifted her gently to her feet with my hands under her armpits. She had trouble standing... a bit wobbly. I stood at her side and slipped one arm around her waist and bent down to slide my other arm behind her knees, and bracing myself, I lifted her up, hanging in my arms. She instictively draped her arms around my neck as I carried her towards the bedroom, where I laid her gently down on the bed, still unmade from this morning. She smiled up at me as I lay alongside her, leaning over her... was she purring?

I pulled the covers up over us, and I kissed her. A long, slow and gentle kiss, letting my love embrace her through the tender touch of my lips on hers. Marissa leaned her head back, letting her lips fall apart, feeling my gentle kisses and nibbles. I breathed her air and she breathed mine, until she curled up against me and fell asleep in my arms, while I kissed her black curls, and slept with her.