Long Distance Pt. 03

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The room is circular, with a dome-shaped ceiling and no windows. The walls are concrete, painted white. It’s pleasantly illuminated, the light sources hidden in crevices inside the walls. A row of large metal hooks circle the room about eight feet above the floor, and a metal cot is hanging in four chains across from me. The cot is merely a metal frame around a wire mesh, all painted white like the room.

You are almost, but not quite, completely naked. I silently take in the beautiful sight of your body: Your pretty face, your long hair, your shapely breasts, the elegant curvature of your waist and hips, your triangle of neatly trimmed pubes, your long, slender legs. And on your feet, your favorite pair of red stilettos — the ones I bought for your recent birthday. I begin to walk slowly around you. I love the posture of a naked woman in heels — showing off breasts as well as buttocks in the most flattering way.

Your eyes follow me, but you do not say a word. Your expression is uncertain, expectant. I walk all the way around you, my cock swelling, lusting after you. Suddenly, I reach out and grab your breast, squeezing it hard. You gasp.

“Yes,” I whisper.

My voice sounds ominous in the strange room.

“On your knees!” I say.

Obediently, you kneel down. As I stand in front of you, you even open your mouth. You know what I want. I zip down and produce my swelling cock. It’s still rather soft, but has already grown fat with anticipation. I push it in between your red lips and feel your warm mouth closing around it.

“Ahhh…” I sigh.

Your mouth. I feel my shaft resting on your soft, wet tongue, your lips closing around the root of my cock, and the stimulation as you gently begin to suck. Within seconds, I’m sporting a full, bone-hard erection. I grab a handful of your hair and begin thrusting my hips back and forth — fucking your mouth. You slurp and gag around my shaft. I increase the motions, forcing my fat cock all the way into your throat with savage energy.

Sensations of pleasure surge through my body, making me breathe heavily with a loud, rasping sound. This feels so good. I could let myself come in your mouth. Or pull out and ejaculate all over your lovely breasts, covering you in my hot spunk.

I pull back, slipping my cock from your mouth. It stands out horizontally, quivering with stiffness.

“Stick out your tongue,” I say. “And lick it.”

Your hand grabs the root of my shaft. And then you stick out your wet, pink tongue and begin to lick around the swollen head.

“Mmm…” I growl.

Vigorously you move your tongue up and down the underside of my cock, and then back up around the head. You salivate all over it, drops of spittle dripping down onto the concrete floor.

I pull away and grab your throat with my hand, pulling you up off the floor. You get to your feet unsteadily. Then I kiss you — a wet, greedy kiss. Your tongue plays with mine as enthusiastically as it played with my cock. I feel your soft breasts rising and falling against my chest as your breathing grows faster. You are as aroused as I am.

I let go of your mouth and look straight into your beautiful green eyes.

“Do you want it?” I whisper.

You nod eagerly.

“Yes,” you reply hoarsely. “Please.”

Still fully dressed, only my erect cock jutting out, I undo my black leather belt and pull it out. I grab your wrist.

“Come here!” I say.

I pull you across the room and push you up against the wall. You shiver as your naked back touches the cold concrete. I tie my belt around your wrists and loop it around one of the metal hooks. When I pull it tight, it stretches your arms over your head until you’re standing on tiptoe. I place my hand on your bush and let my finger explore your labia. You are already dripping wet. I slip one Keçiören Escort finger inside your cunt, then another.

“Mmm!” you whimper.

“Yeah?” I whisper into your ear. “You like that?”

Without warning, I begin thrusting my fingers in and out of your wet flesh in a hard, fast rhythm.

“Aaah!” you cry, writhing with pleasure.

I grit my teeth as my long, stiff fingers plunge in and out of your cunt, making it dribble and slurp. I twist and turn them around inside you, exploring every inch of your soft, wet crevice, knowing that soon my excited cock will explore it as well. You begin moving your hips up and down, working with me to enhance your pleasure.

“Ohmigod!” you cry. “Ohmigod! Aaah!”

A long, powerful spray of juice shoots from your cunt as you orgasm. You cry out in ecstasy, your entire body trembling uncontrollably, your slender arms pulling at the strong leather belt. I pull my fingers from your cunt and force them into your mouth.

“Suck them!” I order.

And obediently, you lap up your wetness, drinking it down. Knowing that you’re now tasting your own sweet and spicy juices turns me on. My cock jumps with excitement. I bury my fingers inside you again and lick them off myself, looking into your eyes as I do so.

“Mmm,” I say.

And again I push them inside you, making you moan and squirm. And again I make you lick your own juices of them. I could do this all day. But now I want to fuck.

As I lift up your left leg, you look at me, mouth slightly agape. You know what is coming. My cock juts out of my pants — long, hard and thick. As I guide it towards your pussy, you look down at it, biting your lip. Your body will always be the object of my desire. But I’m pretty proud of my cock, too. It’s a fine specimen with its long, veined shaft and rounded, bulbous head. And I know you agree.

“Okay, honey.” I gasp. “This is it.”

With one powerful thrust, I bury the entire length of my shaft inside your cunt.

“Aaah!” you cry.

I grab your hips and start pumping immediately. I fuck you with furious energy, your body dangling helplessly, hanging from my leather belt. Your soft flesh yields to my strokes, yet clenches around my erect pole like a hungry mouth sucking at my erection. I kiss you again — a wet, greedy kiss. I lick your face and bite your lips and your chin. We’re both gasping loudly from the strain. I’m determined to fuck you like I have never fucked you before.

I feel you quivering in that particular way. I know you so well by now, I can gauge your every reaction — and know when you’re about to come.

“Oh, yes!” you gasp loudly. “Oh, yes! Don’t stop! Please! Ah!”

I wouldn’t dream of stopping. This is what I love the most: The intense sensations of pleasure as I feel my cock hammering in and out of your slippery cunt — knowing that every thrust is also providing you with the most exquisite ecstasy. I grab your hips harder and thrust deep into you again and again, until I hear you coming:

“Aaah! Aaah!”

Juices gush from your flesh, covering my shaft as I keep fucking. You writhe in ecstasy, a powerful orgasm surging through your body. You have never been more beautiful, more irresistible. I thrust a few more times, until I feel my cock tensing up — almost painfully, as in a cramp. I hold still, as my erect member convulses inside you in powerful contractions – in the rhythm I know so well.

“Huhhh!” I groan.

Am I coming? I’m not sure. It feels exactly like an orgasm, but I feel no semen being released. I throw my arms around you, licking the sweat from your face as my cock jumps and jerks inside you. My labored breathing echoes in the concrete room.

My cock is still fully erect. Perhaps it was some kind of semi-orgasm? You Etimesgut Escort widen your eyes as I pull out and present my hard-on to you. You probably thought we were finished. But no. I’m not done with you yet. I begin to undress, letting you watch. Soon, I’m standing stark naked on the concrete floor, my clothes in a pile on the floor, my erect cock still dripping from your juices. I reach up and untie the leather belt, freeing you. Then I grab your upper arm hard.

“Look at me!” I say. “Look what you’ve done to me. With those dirty little photos and videos. Getting me all worked up. And you know what’s going to happen now, don’t you?”

You nod slowly.

“That’s right – I’m going to make you pay. Come here.”

I yank at your arm, making you squeal. Then I pull you towards the metal cot and point to it.

“Lie down!” I order.

Hesitantly, you lie on the cold metal mesh. I pull your legs towards me, until your ass is resting on the edge of the cot. Its chains are squeaking. You look worried. I laugh it off.

“Don’t worry, honey,” I say. “It’ll hold. After all, I’m only going to fuck your brains out.”

I grab my swollen cock in my fist and give it a few quick strokes. Clear fluid oozes from its tip, dripping onto the concrete floor. I force your thighs apart with both hands and assume the position between your legs.

My cock is stiffer and fatter than ever before. I feel myself almost drooling with lust as I grab it at the root, guiding it towards your glistening, pink slit. Your eyes are open wide, focused on the point of entry. Grunting with pleasure, I slowly sink my shaft into your cunt. I want to feel every inch of your soft flesh as it yields to my swollen cock.

“Uhhh…” I grunt as I penetrate you.

I hold on to the metal chains from which the cot hangs. As I look at you lying there, beautiful, naked and sweaty, I feel an insatiable, animal lust growing inside me. And then I begin to thrust. Deep, hard strokes, making you whimper helplessly. The chains of the cot swing and squeak.

“Yes!” I gasp. “Feel my cock! You dirty slut!”

Snap! The chain by your left shoulder breaks, leaving the cot hanging at a crooked angle.

“Ah!” you cry.

But I keep fucking. There’s no stopping me now. Your lovely face is lit up by the glow of sexual ecstasy — eyes glazed over, lips quivering. I stare at you, wanting to feel your pleasure as well. I want our sensations to meld, heightening our arousal until we both explode in a superhuman climax. As I keep thrusting, sweat drips from my body onto your trembling skin.

“Unh!” I grunt. “You fucking whore! Take it! Take it all!”

Raw desire has taken control over me. I’m no longer your mild-mannered boyfriend. I have become a monster of lust — my only thought to keep driving my fat, swollen cock into your cunt again and again. I want to ravage your enticing body — do unspeakable things to you. And I see in your eyes that the same urge has overtaken you: Without a word, your gaze is begging me to keep going — to fuck you ever harder and more brutally.

Snap! The second chain — the one by your right shoulder — breaks. You gasp in shock as the far end of the cot hits the floor with a clanging sound. You’re now hanging at an angle — your head close to the floor, but your pelvis still at a level with my relentlessly thrusting cock, your legs dangling off the end of the cot.

The breakage excites me further. We’re fucking so vigorously, we’re wrecking this place! I increase my thrusts, making you cry out:

“Aaah! Aaah!”

Your squeals of ecstasy are music to my ears — a music that urges me to fuck even more vigorously. I grab your hips harder and penetrate you again and again, growling like a beast:

“Hunh! Hunh!”

Snap! Demetevler Escort Snap! The last two chains break, sending the cot crashing to the floor, me on top of you, my cock still thrusting into your gushing cunt. I don’t miss a beat.

“Oooh!” you cry.

“Ahhh!” I reply.

We lie on the broken cot on the floor as I keep fucking, guttural sounds emanating from my throat. I feel the pressure building inside my shaft. I’m about to explode.

“Yeah!” I manage to say. “I’m coming!”

“Oh!” you reply. “Let me watch. Come all over me. Please!”

I pull out, my cock bulging and twitching, ready to fire.

“Yes,” I gasp. “You filthy slut. Here it comes. Oh! Oh!”

My hard member contracts violently — and contracts again. I grit my teeth from the strain. And then — finally — I start to ejaculate.

“Ohhh!” I yell. “Ohhh!”

My cries echo in the concrete room as spurt after spurt of semen shoots from my bouncing cock. We both watch, fascinated, as long jets of white spunk fly through the air, landing on your belly, your breasts, your chin. I roar with ecstasy as I relieve the pressure, emptying myself of an excess of creamy sperm.

I grab my cock in my fist and masturbate, squeezing out a few more drops. Then I brutally force the still hard shaft back into your cunt and begin to thrust. Your eyes widen. I know my erection will eventually subside, but I keep fucking, hard and fast — and eventually I succeed: I’ve driven you to one final orgasm.

“Aaah!” you cry. “Aaah!”

You didn’t expect that. And neither did I, to be honest. I feel all strength leaving my body. I lie on top of you, gasping for breath as my cock slowly grows soft inside your. Our sweaty faces meet, and we kiss again. My tongue can’t get enough of your mouth. I finally let go and quietly say:

“So this is what you planned?”

You nod eagerly.

“Mm-hm,” you reply.

I smile.

“And those guys,” I say. “From Protecticor? You hired them?”

“Yup,” you say. “Hope they didn’t scare you too much.”

I shrug.

“I was a bit, you know — spooked at some point,” I admit. “But afterwards, it sort of… turned me on, I guess.”

“It sure felt that way,” you say. “This was one hell of a fuck.”

“You can say that again,” I say.

My cock has slipped from your pussy. I slowly stand up, pick my clothes up off the floor and begin to get dressed.

“But you must have flown out here straight after I left,” I say.

You nod and reply:

“Daddy has a private jet, you know.”

“So that photo and those videos…?” I say. “You mean — you made them in advance?”

You giggle joyously.

“Bingo!” you say. “I wasn’t live streaming. But I guess you were too horny to notice.”

I laugh.

“I guess,” I say. “But wow — you really put some work into this.”

“And it paid off,” you reply.

Fully dressed, I look over at you, sitting naked on the broken cot. Your clothes are nowhere to be found.

“Your…” I begin.

“Oh, the guys have my clothes,” you explain. “They’re waiting outside. Just knock on the door.”

I bang twice on the huge metal door. A lever turns, and the door opens a few inches. An arm holding a white bathrobe appears.

“Here,” a voice says.

I take the bathrobe and pass it to you. You swiftly stand up and put it on.

“Impressive service,” I say.

Seconds later, the door opens completely to reveal the two Protecticor employees outside.

“Has everything been satisfactory?” one of them asks.

“Very satisfactory, indeed.”

“If you follow us,” the employee goes on. “We have your limousine waiting outside.”

“Limousine?” I ask.

“To take you to the five-star hotel,” he replies.

I look at you.

“No need to stay in that lousy motel,” you say, “when you can spend the night with me instead.”

I throw my arms around you and kiss you greedily.

“Thank you, honey,” I say. “But I have to warn you: It might get rough.”

You smile your cheekiest smile.

“Don’t worry,” you reply. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

And hand in hand, we follow the two men up the stairs to the waiting limousine.

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