Chapitre 11: 11 Masquerade 4
I breathed in deeply as the flogger began to connect with my sensitive and welted skin. My hot ass covered in red hand prints was now being pelted with the knotted leather strips as he brought it down firmly across both cheeks.
"Aiy!" I cried out as he struck my ass again, and again.
"Fuck me!" I groaned as some of the strips smacked my pussy, because it hurt so good....
"Oh, you like having your pussy hit.." You could hear the smile in his voice as he began to lightly smack my pussy with the flogger.
"Yes..Yes.." I moan wiggling my ass as he continues to smack the flogger against my flesh the sting and bite making me drip and moan, once again getting closer to cumming.
"Fuck, Tiger... Please don't stop." I moan out as he smacks his hand against my pussy. He alternates between his hand on my pussy and the flogger on my ass.
"Harder!" I cry out spreading my legs farther apart for him to really get a good shot on my pussy.
"FUCK!" He did as I commanded and did not disappoint. I'm barely able to keep my legs holding me up with that last pass with the flogger, and I feel the tightening in my core.
His hand connects with my pussy and I whimper as I feel right there on the edge. The flogger comes down again and I almost collapse onto the bed, but his hand drops the flogger and grabs my hips, sliding his cock quickly into my pussy, making me cum instantly on his cock as he shoved it in to my wet tight hole.
"FUCK YES!" I screamed out feeling his cock stretching my inner walls out around him as they pulsed and fluttered, making it difficult for him to completely thrust inside of me.
"Fuck yes, Vixen...." He moaned out feeling my orgasm all over his cock. He kept thrusting into me holding my ass up for him to just smash his cock into.
I'm like putty in his hands, feeling absolutely useless after that mind blowing orgasm. I regain my senses enough to prop myself back up and start pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts, crying out in delight.
"Yes Tiger! Fuck that pussy!" I cry out as he works his hand into my hair and pulls me back against his cock.
"Yeah, I know you fucking like my cock, deep inside you."
I feel another orgasm already building again and he senses it too.
"No you don't." He pulls his cock out and leaves me panting and wanting.
He turns me back over on to my back and pulls out some lube I had in my bag still on the bed. It's a spermicidal lube and he lathers it all over his cock and before he puts it on my pussy, he bends down and licks me from my hole to my clit and back down, never moving his gaze from mine.
fuck that's so damn hot...
He applies the lube and slides his cock in and pulls it back out to apply more lube and sticks it back into my cunt.
"Damn Tiger, have I told you how fucking sexy you are yet?" I ask as he holds my gaze as he sticks his cock further in to me.
"It's Wyatt." He says nonchalantly.
"Wyatt?" I say having the name ring a bell, but from where I don't recall.
"Yes, I want you to be screaming my real name when I cum deep inside that fucking delicious pussy." He leans over me and crashes his lips on mine swallowing me in his deep kiss as he slams his cock deep into my sex.
I'm lost in the twining of our tongues the push and pull of our bodies, his moans and my cries, the feel of his skin as I cling to him, so close trying to hold back my orgasm a little while longer. Tears have formed in my eyes, it's building up inside me like none other, I really feel like I can't handle much more of this and I may actually explode.
"Wyatt, Wyatt," I call out desperately.
He rams himself to the hilt and whispers huskily in my ear, "I'm going to cum, fucking scream my name if you want to cum."
His words set off the chain reaction of my pussy clamping down on his dick, making it impossible for him to thrust as my body explodes from the most intense orgasm I have ever felt.
I couldn't hear, see, taste, or smell anything except blinding pleasure as it came over me in waves, I screamed out Wyatt's name... I think....
The ringing in my ears came back as my vision refocused on the set of eyes staring at my own, his brows furrowed as if in pain, his mouth open in shocked euphoria, feeling my intense orgasm still pulsating on his cock that I could feel was milking his hot cum into my pussy.
I was fucking wrecked... I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, nothing. We just laid there panting trying to regain our control over the waves of aftershocks our bodies were doing to each other.
"Wyatt, how long are you in town?" I ask as he pulls his cock out of me and falls down on the bed next to me still panting.
"A while, I have to meet with the real estate owner my company is purchasing the land from. A Ms. Vivian Dea. She's supposed to be a recluse from what I've gathered so this should be an interesting meeting." He says and I laugh.
"Interesting, yes I would have to agree." I say with an ironic laugh as I get up from the bed and head to the shower. Wyatt is quick to follow and we wash each other off this time.
"So why did you want to know?" Wyatt asks with a smug look on his face.
"So I know if I have time to ride that cock again before you leave town." I tell him before handing him his clothes and putting my own back on.
"You should go home and get some sleep, Wyatt. I still have to go handle things for my friends party. I've already spent too long away from it." I inform him.
"How do I get in touch with you?" He asks me.
"Let's see if fate may bring us back together first. If anything, you know to come here to find someone who may be able to find me.." I grin deviously and send him on his way, confused but hopeful.
***** 2 days later*****
I'm sitting with my realtor and lawyer, in my realtors large meeting room with a giant table and big comfy reclining chairs. I spin to face away from the door, to look out over the skyline of the city.
"Ah Mr. Pulcher! Welcome! Come in!" My realtor stands as the door can be heard opening and footsteps heard across the carpet.
"Please call me Wyatt." A familiar voice sounds, making me grin and slowly spin the chair around.
"Why hello, Wyatt." I stand taking in his shocked but pleasantly surprised grin the grows further, "I'm Ms. Vivian Dea. You can call me Vixen though tiger." I mention shaking his hand in a formal manner, unable to hide the smirk that catches the corner of my lips.
"Vixen, indeed...."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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