I saw her eyes squeeze shut as I finished my deposit, and her whole body began to spasm. Damn, she was suffocating, and I was still holding her face in my crotch by her hair. I yanked her face off my tool, and she fell backward on the carpet taking deep exaggerated breaths. Her whole body was shaking uncontrollably and I thought I really hurt her.
“Oh shit, oh God, fuck meeeeeeeee!” She screamed, her eyes squeezed tight as the hand between her legs accelerated, stopped, then accelerated again in time with her body tremors. My God, she was getting off on me treating her like shit. Her hips began to buck up and down as she hit her crescendo. Her cunt was visibly soaked and dripping moisture down her thighs and ass.
Her fingers began to slow and rub more passionately with only minor tremors as she came down from her climax. I realized I had been watching the solo show for over a minute, the whole time stroking my rod. I was amazed I was still hard. I knew I was headed for a heart attack, but I didn’t care.
“You are such a cum slut. Getting off on giving me a blow job. Now look at the mess you made of your cunt.” I knelt down and grabbed her soaked hand. She was still a little delirious from her orgasm as she watched me take each finger and slowly suck the juices off, one at a time, with affection. She smiled in the satisfaction of the afterglow. I grinned mischievously. “You know, Lucy, I kind of skipped breakfast and you taste delicious.” I was eyeing her pretty pussy with evil intent.
“Rick, no, it’s too sensitive right now. Give me a minute and I will be ready.” She tried to scoot back.
Rick is such a jerk, “Like I give a fuck! If I want to eat pussy, you spread your legs, whore!”
I may talk the shit, but I wasn’t into torture. I had been married long enough to know when to stay away from a sensitive clit. I grabbed her legs behind the knees, pushed them to her tits and spread them wide. There was real panic in her eyes that Rick relished. I slowly dropped my head toward her pussy while keeping my eyes glued to hers to intensify the expected agony. I slowly ran my tongue from the bottom of her dripping snatch toward her love button. As I neared her over-sensitive pleasure center, I felt her legs tense up and heard a quick intake of breath through gritted teeth. I came exquisitely close to her nub then trailed off the right.
“Oh, God,” she sighed.
I repeated the painfully slow process, but peeled off to the left. I was always a symmetrical lover. It elicited the exact same response from her. Her button was still on fire from her fingers. I knew that if I attacked her clit directly, I was likely to get an involuntary knee to the face. So I did something completely unexpected.
I gave her the most concentrated and grim expression I could put together, moved my eyes directly to her bright red hooded clit, and moved in for the kill. She fell for it and I felt her legs tighten and attempt to push me back, but I countered with my hands.
“Rick, Rick… Chuck,” she stammered, while sucking in air.
I felt the panic in her body as I plunged forward, quickly changed targets and crammed my tongue into her oiled rose bud. Her body went limp as she realized I had only been teasing her and pleasure took hold.
“Oh GOD, Rick, you animal.” Her smile had returned with a vengeance. I had never rimmed anyone before. It was exciting watching her reaction and delight. It also wasn’t as gross as I would have imagined. I felt in control, powerful and very generous. I went at it like a starving dog.
“That is so nice, keep doing it like that. Ooohh, please don’t stop,” she ranted, while slowly rotating her hips.
With thirty years of sex under my belt, I knew that over stimulating another portion of a woman’s body would relieve the pressure on her love button. I keep at her ass for a good long time, listening to her describing my virtues with her head thrown back. Rick is such a stud. I sensed the time was right, released one of her legs, and let it straighten over my shoulder. I kept the other leg pushed back to make sure she remained open to me. I slowly dropped a finger from my free hand down to her pussy lips and lubricated it in her juices. She was blissfully unaware of my ministrations and kept whispering Rick’s name. With my fingered well lubed, I moved it to just above the hood of her clit and very lightly massaged the hood, almost tickling it.
She was in heaven and I only heard moans. It was time. I moved my finger to the clit itself and lightly began drawing quick little circles. Her eyes popped open. I lost the grip on her leg as her whole body went instantly rigid. Maybe it wasn’t quite time yet. Her thighs were squeezing my head so tight I lost my connection to her anal cavity. “Ooooo.. Auugggg.. Shittttttttt.” She screamed as she tensed up so hard that only her shoulders and head were on the floor. I thought she might rub my ears off with her rock hard thigh muscles. Then came a flood of warm, clear liquid that just seemed to appear above around my nose and upper lip. I knew then that she was having a tremendous orgasm. Yep, I did that bitch. I would have lapped up the nectar if my jaw was capable of moving in those vise grip thighs. My finger slowed its circles as I attempted to time the end with the relaxation of her muscles.
Her body finally went limp and fell back to the carpet. My head was released, so I sat up on my haunches, watching the euphoric expression on her face. I felt like super stud.
“That was incredible. You are such a fucking stud, Rick!” she said with her eyes still dreamily closed. Yes, it has been verified. When her eyes slowly opened, her expression became one of humorous concern. “Ah Rick honey, what did I do to you? Your face is so red and you are positively soaked.” Being a stud is hard on the body. She quickly sat up, smoothed my matted hair back behind my ear and kissed me deeply on my soaked lips, sharing her juices. The kiss was extremely passionate, very long and highly enjoyable. Rick was losing control of the situation and that just wouldn’t do. I broke the kiss and stood up looking down over my rock hard cock. “Look what you did to me, whore. You leaked all over my face and I didn’t even hear an apology,” I said as sternly as possible.
“I am so sorry, Rick. I didn’t mean it.” She was trying really hard not to laugh, “I couldn’t help it. It was the strongest orgasm I have ever had.” That did seem sincere. “I tried to hold back, but you were just too good.” My false ego was getting planetary in size.
“Well, payback is a bitch, slut. You messed up my face so I’m going I mess up yours. Lay back!” That sounded a little more ominous than I intended.
“I am sorry, Rick, I guess I deserve this,” she said meekly as she followed my instructions. I mounted her stomach and my dick fell right between her beautiful tits. Rick surely wasn’t going to do all the work.
“Make me a tit pussy, Hon. I got some fucking to do.” Tit pussy? Where did I come up with these things?
Lucy smiled then pursed her lips, lifted her head and spat all over my cock. She had done this before. I haven’t. She grabbed the sides of her breasts and alternately massaged them back and forth to disperse the lubricant. She then lifted them away and spat a few more times. Satisfied with her efforts, she squeezed her tits together around my rod and looked me straight in the eye.
“Punish my tits for being such a selfish bitch.” She didn’t have to ask me twice. I placed my hands on the floor above her shoulder to give me leverage, pulled my hips back, and plowed my cock into her tight cleavage. I watched my cock saw in and out of her tits, the head poking at her chin on every down stroke. This was wonderful. I felt a huge sense of power and my dick loved the sensations.
“You’re going to take it bitch. All of it, AND like it.” I grunted with my efforts.
“Give it to me. I deserve no less. Fuck my tit pussy and use my face as your cum rag.” The idea of blowing my load in Lucy’s face was hitting home. I wasn’t going to last long. She knew it and kept up the rhetoric.
“My tits are yours to use. They were born to wrap your cock. Such a magnificent tool demands my cunt pillows.” Where did she get this stuff? “Ruin my face. I want to taste a huge load.” She was going to get a big one. “Come for me baby. Come for Lucy.” I replaced her hands on the sides of her tits to give me more control, as I pumped with abandon under the onslaught of her dirty talk. I was very close and she knew it.
With her free hands she did something I didn’t expect. I guess it was payback for my little anal escapade a few minutes earlier. Smiling evilly, she stuck her ring finger into her mouth and drew it out soaking wet. She reached around my ass and said in a sultry tone “Now baby,” and worked her wet finger into my ass. That did it.
“You bitch!” I shouted and released her tits, grabbed my shaft and began to unload on her face. She was laughing while my spew crisscrossed her face. Some went into her mouth and some shot far enough to flop into her hair. God it felt good. I let loose a fire hose of sperm on her face. Boy was my cock happy.
She popped her finger out of my ass, giggling the whole time. She controlled the when of my orgasm and she seemed rather proud of herself. Rick didn’t find self esteem an attractive quality in women. Something had to be done about this. She smiled as she pushed the offending finger between her lips and sucked off my ass juice. God, this woman had no limits.
“Mmmm, your ass tastes sweet. I think you kind of like things stuck in there.” She goaded me by emphasizing the word “things.” She was right – I did love having her finger stuck up my ass. But she was wrong to think Rick would allow a veiled attack on his masculinity.