A Dance for Him (42 page)

“Tell me a bit more,” I growl insinuatingly, knowing from experience how turned on she gets when she talks dirty to me.

She blushes but complies. “I need you to fuck me, Maestro, I want to feel your big hard cock filling up my virgin pussy,” she purrs breathily as she locks eyes with me. “I’ve been fantasising about you using me, pounding me till I scream. I know you’re so huge that I probably won’t be able to walk properly after this, but if my poor little virgin pussy is going to be wrecked I want it to be wrecked by you, and you alone …”

Fuck, she’s good at this. I can’t wait any longer, I feel like I’ll die if my cock doesn’t get some of that sweet juicy pussy right now …

I flip her over and pull her haunches up so that she’s in a crouching position with her face pressed against the pillows, and then I smack her pretty ass.

“Show me how much you want it, beautiful, spread those legs for me.”

She obeys, and I guide my straining cock into her hot folds. She’s incredibly tight, just as I predicted, but eventually I ease into her. She struggles slightly at first but it doesn’t take long before her body relaxes into the sensation of being speared by my cock, allowing me to plunge all the way in …

CHAPTER TWENTY

Oh my God, he’s inside me now. So this is what it feels like to be taken by a man. I never thought he’d get that massive cock into me but he did.

And it feels
good
. So good. Like being filled up. It hurt a bit at first when he was trying to get into me but now that he’s gotten in it feels like heaven. He started off by holding still while completely sheathed in me, but now that he’s starting to thrust, I feel almost empty when he pulls back, and it’s making me buck my hips into him, wanting to have him fill my pussy up again.

I feel so slutty in this position, my back arched as much as possible for his viewing pleasure, my ass in the air, my legs spread wide, as though I were shamelessly offering myself up to be used by his cock for relief.

So slutty … and so turned on.

I’m resting my cheek on his pillow (which smells of his aftershave) so that I can look at him as he moves in and out of me. He’s so gorgeous I could just stare at him forever. Before today I’d never seen him naked, but he looks even better than I’d imagined, all broad shoulders, firm muscular chest, thick strong forearms.

I mean, he looks incredibly handsome and dashing when dressed, but he probably wouldn’t have time to eat his dinner if more women realised what was beneath his customary tux when he’s on the podium! …

He’s gripping my ass cheeks and alternating between staring at me and staring at my pussy, his eyes dark and predatory, a lustful smile on his face, as though he was pleased by my cries of ecstasy, by my submissive posture.

“Oh, Evie,” he growls. “Your pussy feels incredible. So hot and tight and slippery. I’ve wanted this since I saw you, you know? It feels so good to be finally fucking you the way a beautiful girl like you deserves to be fucked. You like it, don’t you? You’re so wet you’re dripping, you gorgeous little slut.”

I nod, unable to do more than moan as I see him move a hand between my legs, so that I feel him gently pinching my clit, making me scream. He then scoops up some of the wetness between my thighs and brings his finger up to his mouth, so I can see him lick my juices off it.

“Fuck, you taste so good too,” he comments, almost as an aside, before he begins to move in and out of me again, causing my knees to go weak as thrills of pleasure emanate from my core into my legs.

He smirks in his sexy self-assured bad-boy way as I whimper with pleasure - I have the distinct impression he’s pleased to have wound me up again so soon after my last orgasm. “You like having a nice big cock to fill up your pussy, don’t you, beautiful? Because, now that you’ve learnt how good that feels, I think it’s time to take it up a notch and give you the good hard pounding that you deserve for being such a slutty little tease, flashing your tits and ass at me all the time so I can’t think of anything else. What do you think, Evie?”

“Mmmm” is all I can manage to say, as I look at him, my eyes imploring him to go ahead and fuck me as hard as he wants.

But that’s not enough for him.

Instead, he laughs. “You know, Evie, I could take that as a yes, but you know how much I like it when you tell me what you want.”

I know what he means by that, know he wants me to beg for it, especially when he pauses in his thrusting, as if to hold my orgasm hostage till I give him what he wants. There’s a part of me that thinks he’s a bit of a cocky bastard - well, a
very sexy
cocky bastard - and then there’s the other part of me that gets off on the sluttiness of begging this glorious stud for a good hard fucking.

Which, after all, is what I want, and of course he knows that all too well …

“Please fuck me, Maestro,” I purr, giving him my best sultry look. “Fuck me as hard as you want - you know how much I want to be your slut. Wreck my pussy with your massive cock, leave your mark on me, use me like a whore …”

My last word trails off into a moan as he gives me a devilish grin and drives into me - hard.

And again, and again, and again, building up speed, till he’s ramming into me mercilessly, just like I asked for.

I can feel my breasts jiggling with each thrust I absorb, and the effect is only further enhanced by the sound and sensation of his balls slapping against my bare flesh …

It’s intoxicating the way this brilliant and immensely cultured man is rutting into me like an animal, it’s like he wants me so much that he can’t restrain himself from treating me like a sex doll. And it feels so good to have his gigantic cock stretching me out that, well, I can’t say that I mind him treating me like a sex doll, if that’s what that feels like.

On the contrary, I’m actually bucking my hips just so he can slam even deeper into me as the heat in my centre spreads to my limbs, and I start to feel increasingly light-headed - a sensation that only intensifies when he begins to play with my clit.

Soon after I come, with a scream, as my inner walls convulse around his thick shaft, milking it …

Or rather, attempting to milk it. He remains still while buried inside me as I come, but he pulls out after my last contraction.

His face is flushed, possibly from the exertion of keeping himself from coming, and his magnificent cock is dripping with my juices.

“You wanted to suck my cock, Evie?” he says, his voice hoarse with desire.

I’m still half-dazed from my orgasm, but I nod.

“Well, here’s your chance,” he continues. “Come and lick your cunt juices off my cock. You’re going to suck it, and then I’m going to fuck your lovely innocent schoolgirl face until I come. Because this time I want to come in your sweet mouth, and I want you to swallow every drop of it …”

“Yes, Maestro,” I mewl seductively as I slide off the bed and kneel by it, looking at him seductively.

He gets off the bed as well and stands up in front of me, perhaps remembering what I’d told him earlier about wanting to service him on my knees. I don’t know why the idea excites me so much, but it does. It just seems like the epitome of submission, and I can’t imagine how anyone wouldn’t want to submit to this strong, perfect alpha male with the hypnotic gaze …

Besides, he’s utterly
beautiful
, so tall and handsome and perfectly built. His thighs are so impossibly muscular I can’t help but run my hands over them.

And then there’s that huge, proudly erect cock of his, easily comparable to anything I’ve ever seen in online video clips …

It’s now glistening with my juices and my pussy’s definitely feeling more than a little sore, but even then I can’t help but wonder how I could ever have managed to accommodate it!

I take his thick shaft in my hand and begin licking it slowly from one end to the other, taking the time to savor the taste of my nectar mingled with that of his cock.

His breath catches, and I look up at him, playfully, sensually, adoringly.

He looks so
happy
somehow, a roguish grin on his face, his dark eyes sparkling … He must like the eye contact, because after I lick the last of my juices off him he wraps his fist in my hair and roughly tilts my head back at such an angle that I have no choice but to return his gaze as I begin massaging his rod and sucking on its swollen, pre-cum-leaking tip.

For some reason, I don’t know what, as I look at him I realise that all I want is to be bent to his will, to have him as my master …

I slowly move my lips down his juicy shaft, taking more and more of it into my mouth until its head is jammed down my throat and my lips are pressed to his crotch.

He groans as I swallow and my throat muscles contract around his cock.

It’s a strange feeling of power, being able to induce a reaction in this gorgeous man, even if I am on my knees, even if he’s pulling my hair, even if he’s got his cock down my throat …

I deep throat him for as long as I can, then move up again, pausing every so often to swirl my tongue around his shaft and suck on it as though it were a popsicle, then start sliding up and down on it, savoring its taste and texture as I massage his balls with one hand.

He’s looking at me, rapt, and it’s just the hottest thing ever being stared at by him while I’m impaled on his cock, knowing that he’s probably not just getting off on the sensations I’m giving him, but also on the sight of my lips wrapped around his huge member …

And then he ups the ante. “Now, Evie,” he says. “I want you to keep my dick in your mouth, but put your hands behind your back.”

I smile, remembering his remark about wanting to face-fuck me - or at least I would smile if my mouth weren’t full of cock right now.

And then I comply.

He’s still got one hand wrapped in my hair as he begins thrusting into me, first slowly, though deeply enough to make me gag slightly, and then faster as I begin to get used to the sensation. Before I know it he’s alternately forcing his cock down my throat and pounding my mouth the way he did my pussy. It’s a strange feeling, and very titillating - it’s like I don’t have to be Eva Courtenay any more, I can be just a vessel for his satisfaction.

His sex slave …

It doesn’t take long before he comes with a roar like the one I overheard the other night, and I feel him spurting into my mouth …

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

So it’s done, I’ve fucked her, taken her virginity, come inside of her.

She smiles and opens her mouth for me, so that I can see it full of cum, and then she swallows the whole lot, just as I ordered.

I pull her up to kiss her, and we collapse onto the bed in each other’s arms.

She’s so soft and warm and yielding, and she’s looking at me, her eyes wide with a heart-melting tenderness that I don’t think I’ve ever come across with any of my casual flings.

But then she’s not a casual fling - at least, I hope not.

And yet …

I mean, she’s so young. So beautiful. She’s undoubtedly got a brilliant career in front of her. She can’t possibly want to just hitch her wagon to my star, when she could probably do perfectly well on her own, in her own right. It was reckless of me to fuck her without a condom, even if I didn’t come in her pussy. Especially when I had a whole pack of rubbers that I’d bought the other day before we went out to dinner.