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You comply, so I give you what you want. You take me in your hands and I gaze down at you, watching you savor your juices and my own, licking up one side of my length and down the other. Your desire is palpable, your appetite vast; you are a woman who must have what she needs at all costs. As they behold this sight, another excited murmur spreads among the horny people watching.
And here I had all but forgotten our audience was there. I glance back to see whether they’re enjoying the show. One spectator straddles another in one of the small chairs off to the side of the patio, trying to keep the pace with us. There is a woman leaning against one of the tables with her dress up, getting it from behind. Most of the other guests sit in available chairs or stand as they masturbate.
You take me in your mouth and start sucking again, hungry for more. And while I’d love another blowjob right now, I’m not through with your pussy just yet. I pull my cock out of your reach, and before you can pout about it I brush your mouth with my fingers. You lick them softly, then take them in your mouth. You are so seductive. You know how much this turns me on. But right now I just want the moisture.
I turn you over. Now you are kneeling at the edge of the lounge chair, your chest down and your ass up. Your shoulders brace you at the other edge of the chair as your head hangs over the side. I move close so you can feel my cock graze on your pussy lips, and I watch you tremble. You want me inside you as badly as I want to be there. I see no reason to make my whore wait for me again, and I grab your soft ass in both hands and spread you apart. The sight of both of your holes open and ready for me makes me throb. I can see rivulets of cum running out of you, gathering on the lounge chair underneath us, and I can scarcely believe that it is mine. But I only gaze for a second before plunging back inside you.
You gasp as you feel me slide all the way in. At the same time, I begin to rub your unoccupied hole with two wet fingers. You moan, knowing what is in store, and begin to move your hips toward me, meeting every thrust.
“Please.” You speak softly, almost fearfully. Your voice is shaky. “I want it. Please give it to me.”
“Tell me what you want.” My voice is louder, authoritative.
“Please fuck my ass.” The plea is spoken softly, but now your voice is less shaky. There is confidence in your words. All at once I push my finger inside and begin to move it back and forth in sync with my cock. Your moans sound like satisfaction now, and you urge me onward.
I continue pumping my cock into you as deeply as it will reach. At the same time, I continue fingering your greedy ass, first with one finger before introducing a second. You reach back for me, but I’m not close enough for your hand to find me blindly, so I lean over and suck on your neck as I double-fuck you.
“I’m so full,” you manage to say through moans and gasps. Even without looking at you I can see the joy in your eyes. I can hear it in your voice This is what you’ve long desired. You say it again, then ask me if you can play with your clit. When I give you permission, you waste no time before bringing yourself to climax and then, momentarily spent, you move your hand out from underneath your body and let it hang off of the lounge chair where your fingers glance against the cold, hard ground.
“Does my good girl need a rest?” I ask, hoping you’ll say no.
You don’t say no, but I can see you shaking your head. Then, after a moment’s quiet, you finally speak: “Please don’t pull out. Not yet.” Then you reach for the toy bag, unzip it, and pull something out. The shiny metal gleams under the flood light as you reach back to hand it to me. Without any words, I pull my fingers out of your ass and push in the plug. In no time at all the hard metal fills your ass, and my still-hard flesh fills your pussy. You are so slick, so slippery, so full of cum that it feels as though my cock is swimming inside you.
I grip your ass, pulling you back to me with every thrust. I lean forward and whisper in your ear. “This is for me. I don’t mind if you cum, but this is entirely for my pleasure.”
“Yes. Please cum for me. I need more.”
“I love using your holes.”
You correct me: “Your holes. They are just for you.”
“Yes. You are mine, my angel.”
You coo happily as you hear my words, and I lean back and thrust harder. My fingers dig into your ass, the pillowy skin dimpling under the pressure. I move one of my hands to your plug, slip a finger inside the ring, and begin tugging at it. As I move it back and forth your moans rise in intensity. All the while, I continue fucking your pussy. I know how much you love being this full.
I am so focused on manipulating your plug that I don’t notice you digging around in the toy bag. But the crowd starts to cheer, and when I look up I see you deep-throating a particularly large and girthy dildo. I wonder how much of that is you showing off – because your deep-throating skills are truly second to none, and it makes sense that you would want everyone to see – and how much is a genuine need to simply have all of your holes as full as they can be.
As I watch your head bobbing up and down, my cock throbs; when you reach the bottom you hold the toy at the back of your throat, gagging as you instinctively fight for air. I drive my cock into you even deeper and harder than I had before, and at the same time I move your plug in and out of you faster, desperate to help you realize this fantasy. Then when I am buried inside you I grab your hips, pull you onto me, and ask you how it feels to be this full. That’s all it takes to make you cum again.
Your release is long, loud, and explosive. As I feel you squeezing me I know I’m close to cumming as well.
“Are you ready?” I ask. You say nothing; your moans are the only sounds I can hear. But you nod your head emphatically as it hangs over the side of the lounge chair, and your enthusiasm sends me over the edge. All at once I erupt again, gushing with all I have to give, painting the inside of you. My moans give way to a low growl as we both feel me emptying out.
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