Your cock is beautiful – 7

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-7

Her eyes widened. She began to show signs of normality, as her body began to fidget and squirm.

“Yesss…please yes, I need it, please…” she whimpered.

“Go lie down on the bed.” I said.

She let out a little squeal of delight and walked to the bed, suddenly animated with joy, bouncing happily as she moved. She pulled the covers all the way back and lay down.

I stood up and undressed fully. My cock was rock hard again, and as I walked over to her it swayed back and forth with my steps. She stared at it, as if imagining what it would feel like inside her.

“There…there are condoms, in the bottom drawer…I’m…I’m on the pill, but if you want…” she said, gesturing to where she’d pulled the cucumber from.

I walked around and opened the drawer. I reached into a pile of her panties, and found a small box at the bottom. I took them out and chuckled to myself. These must have been her ex’s. They weren’t any brand I recognised. He must have had to buy them online, or something.

I pulled one out of the box and threw it to her. She jumped up immediately and started to unwrap it. I climbed onto the bed, and she tried to push it around my cock. She stretched it hard, trying to fit it around my girth. She just about managed, but it was incredibly tight and uncomfortable. She unrolled it just a few inches before it tore at the top and split down the side.

She let out a little squeal of surprise as the condom broke, and I felt the same way. Even regular sized condoms were supposed to be stretchy enough for almost any size, but then I remembered that these probably weren’t regular condoms. Her ex probably had to buy a special size to fit him without being too loose, meaning even though they stretched, they were still far too small for me.

She stared at the shredded latex draped across the top of my dick. She seemed hypnotized by it. I took her gently under the chin, and turned face up towards mine.

“I don’t think those are big enough, Mia.” I said softly.

She sighed slightly and bit her lip, seeming to look at me with a new found level of arousal. It was the ultimate comparison between the tiny penis that she was used to, and the giant cock she was about to get.

She moved quickly away from me as I removed the torn rubber. She lay back down and stared at me. She had one finger in her mouth, and was sucking on it absent-mindedly, playing with her lips.

We got into position, her on her back and me on top. I wanted to take a little while to appreciate the scene first. She really was beautiful. I reached down and cupped her right breast, massaging it. She moaned slightly. I enjoyed the feel of it, so soft and firm.

I looked down at her pussy. The sheet below her was already soaked in her juices. I knew she was ready, but she suddenly looked so small.

“Is this really what you want?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, please…” she whimpered.

I pushed the head of my cock gently against the folds of her pussy, but went no further. She closed her eyes, and bit her lip hard.

“It’s going to hurt, you know.” I said.

She looked up at me.

“I like it when you hurt me.” she said.

“You do?” I asked.

I was genuinely surprised, and curious.

“Yeah…when you pull my hair, or hurt my nipples…it feels good…I like it.” she said slowly.

“You mean like this?”

I quickly grabbed the nipple of her right breast and squeezed it hard, twisting it. She cried out and arched her back.

“Yesssss…” she hissed.

I released her.

“I like it…” she whimpered, her breath heavy, “I like it when you hurt me. I like the pain.”

I really hadn’t expected her masochistic side to be so strong.

“It reminds me that I’m yours…that I’m your slut…” she said.

“You like being my slut, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, I’m your slut, I’m yours…” she said.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself close to me, nuzzling her face against my neck.

“I want to be yours, I’m yours…” she said.

She seemed to have a tendency to babble when I prompted her to talk like this. I pushed her roughly away from me and clamped my hand down over her mouth. She whimpered softly into it.

“Look at yourself.” I said calmly, “All that attitude. All that arrogance. And now you’re mine? Just like that? Is a big cock all it takes to own you?” I asked.

She moaned loudly and tried to move her head against my grip. I tightened my fingers and pushed her harder into the mattress. I held her there, and just watched her staring into my eyes, unable to speak.

I pulled my hand away.

Your cock is beautiful – 7 will continue on the next stage