Your cock is beautiful – 28

She suddenly took my mostly limp cock into her mouth, and into her throat. I couldn’t tell if I’d be able to get it up again, and because of the sensitivity there was almost as much exhausted pain as there was pleasure at this point, but she seemed determined to coax me back to life.

“Two whole times!”, she exclaimed after my cock slid from her mouth, “And everyone seemed so impressed! I had to stop myself from telling them I know a guy who doesn’t even get soft after the first one!”

She kept up her work, licking and sucking and stroking me, and I felt myself stiffen ever so slightly more.

She laughed lightly, eyes fixed on my cock.

“I thought it was so weird how you didn’t go soft the first time you used my mouth, that first night.” she said, “Mike could never even dream of getting hard a second time. One time after a 30 second hand job, he spent two minutes jerking the little thing, trying to get it up again. I didn’t really think anything of it at the time… but it was pretty pathetic now that I think about it. You know, in comparison.”

I felt my cock twitch again at her words, and she noticed.

“Oh?” she said looking up at me, “Did you like that? Did you…did you like hearing about how much of a man you are compared to Mike?”

She kissed my cock head, and I felt myself stiffen further. She let out an excited yelp.

“Do you want me to tell you how small he is again, Sir?” she said excitedly, as if she’d discovered some great secret. “About how your limp cock is still twice the size of his hard one?”

There was something about being compared to him like this that turned me on. It was such an obvious and direct measurement of masculinity, of superiority. I was actually embarrassed at the intense effect it was having on me, and somehow I knew if she kept it up I’d be hard soon.

And apparently so did she.

“You’re so fucking huge, Sir, so much bigger and better than that pathetic little faggot.” she said.

She was getting more and more excited too.

“Even these!” she said, cupping my sack again, “You could fit his whole sack into either one of your balls. Compared to you, it’s like he’s not even a man. He’s like a little boy, with a sad little boy-dick.”

I grunted with lust as my well used cock filled once again with blood, and jutted out from my body straight and hard.

“Oh…fuck.” I grunted.

She wrapped her both hands around my shaft and licked the remaining few inches that were uncovered, staring into my eyes.

I’d never been able to get this hard so many times alone. Three had always been my limit, and even that was rare. My cock looked an angry shade of red, and the thick veins that kept it alive seemed to be even more prominent. I imagined I could almost see them visibly pumping with blood in time with my pounding heart.

I was sore, and tired, but it was hard.

In an instant the wonderful tranquility was gone, replaced with a surprising and powerful lust. My cock needed to be pleasured, right that second.

I Stella up to my knees and forced my cock into her mouth, barely pausing to thrust downwards against her tongue before carrying on into her waiting throat.

“Fuck.” was all I could say as the pleasure filled my mind. It was so intense, I was so sensitive. But it wasn’t enough.

I started to fuck her throat fast and hard, harder than I ever had. She began to moan with lust, but I barely heard her. I just pumped my hard shaft into her over and over, losing myself in the mindless pursuit of my pleasure. I could feel her saliva coating my balls, and where I was holding her face I could feel more of her tears of discomfort.

I closed my eyes and grimaced as I felt an unusual frustration. I grabbed her hair hard and began to really pound into her, grunting with exertion at every thrust. My balls were colliding with her chin so rapidly that it almost hurt, but it still wasn’t enough.

I needed her pussy.

I quickly pulled out of her mouth, causing her to inhale too sharply and begin to cough. With the grip I still had on her hair, I dragged her forwards and pressed her face against the bed, maintaining my grip as I lined my cock up with her pussy, and plunged into her.

She felt so incredible, so perfectly tight. I began to fuck her as hard as I could from behind, needing the pleasure her body gave. She let out a cry of pleasure, or perhaps pain, but I ignored her. Nothing mattered in that moment except my own satisfaction. I leaned forward and raised myself up, using the weight of my body to slam my full length into her as speedily as I could.

“Sir!” she suddenly said, “I’m…hhh nnn… I’m going to…!”

I cut her off by clamping my hand over her mouth. She was so loud.

“Cum if you want.” I grunted.

Those were all the words I could spare. It felt like my sanity was slipping away. I’d never needed pleasure like this before, never been so completely overwhelmed by my lust. I doubt a heart attack would have stopped me right then.

Mia let out a frantic moan, and I could feel her orgasm through her convulsing pussy.

“Ung, that’s good.” I grunted, enjoying the increase in sensation.

I smirked, realizing that the uncaring act I’d played out earlier with her was now real; her pleasure only mattered to me because of the effect it had on my cock.

I impulsively slapped her ass with my free hand, and it made her pussy twitch. I seized this opportunity for more pleasure and rained blows down against her ass, spanking her brutally hard over and over again, ignoring the pain in my hand. This caused another orgasm to build up inside her and quickly explode outwards, the extra pain making her pleasure so intense that I could actually feel her pussy juices squirting out against my legs.

She seemed to be having a lot more fun than I was.

“Fuck this.” I grunted, sliding my cock from her shivering pussy.

I threw her from her knees onto her side, then shoved her legs up against her chest, putting her in a fetal position and exposing her dripping slit. I thrust into her again, reveling in how tight the pressure of her body made her pussy feel. It was almost choking the blood off from the base of my cock.

I fucked her like this for God knows how long, feeling like I was forcing my way into every single inch of her pussy over, and over, and over. Her orgasms continued, but I barely noticed any more. To me they were just momentary increases in pressure accompanied by frantic whimpers and moans against my palm. I was still holding her mouth, but the strength of my grip was now in my other hand, twisted in her hair.

I gritted my teeth and let out a grunt of frustration. This was maddening. The pleasure was so incredibly intense, but it was never enough. No matter how hard I used her, my orgasm was still just out of reach. I released her hair and pushed down on her hip, using my weight to try and make her pussy even tighter. I wasn’t aware of any huge difference, but I kept it up.

Suddenly I was aware of us both in a way I’d never felt before. It was like a complete clarity of thought. There was no doubt in my mind, no other thought in that second except for the absolute certainty that I owned her. Her body was simply mine, her tight, convulsing pussy was nothing more than a wet hole which only existed to pleasure me.

It was the absolute peak of Dominance, the total knowledge of how completely and entirely she belonged to me.

And then I came.

It was like nothing I’d ever felt. The pleasure erupted forcefully, numbing my mind and stopping my breath. It burned through me like fire, leaving an aching glow in its wake. I continued to thrust long after my orgasm had started, and quite a while after I’d finished, by cock stubbornly refusing to surrender its life.

And then, like flicking a switch, everything faded. I collapsed on top of her, utterly exhausted.

I blinked a few times, laid out on her body, not entirely sure if I’d been conscious this whole time. I’d finally had my release, and it was like waking up from a trance. I slowly shifted back onto my knees and tried to get a grasp of my situation. The emotion had vanished as suddenly as it had come, leaving only cold, tired logic behind.

I was panting, I realized. Almost hyperventilating, in fact. My whole torso was shaking with every breath. I hadn’t been this physically exhausted since… I couldn’t even remember. Vague images of a particularly brutal gym class as a kid sprang to mind, although the details evaded me. I ran my fingers through my hair, realizing that I was sweating too. I was drenched with my own sweat and barely able to breath.

It goes without saying that my cock was engulfed in a constant, dull ache, and was hanging limp and utterly lifeless.

I looked at Mia. She was in a similar state to me, seeming completely exhausted, her hair a complete mess and her body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“Mia.” I croaked.

I cleared my throat and reached out to her.

“Mia.” I said, louder.

I touched her shoulder and she turned towards me. She stared at me with glazed, unfocused eyes. I knew that look.