you mind if I just give you a massage?' he said.
'Just a massage?' I tried not to sound disappointed.
'Yes, just a massage,' he said. He sounded diffident. I got the sense he wanted to give me more than a massage.
'Can I turn over, then?' I said.
'If you want.'
I rolled over to face him. I was still between his legs, and now I could see his hard-on standing straight out. 'Can you just rub my pussy? Just a little?' I asked. 'I'm incredibly horny.'
'Yes, I can do that,' he said, as though concluding that that act was in the 'Allowed' column of his rule book. He began to finger me gently, first using his whole hand to rub the mound, then moving his fingers inside and out whilst applying pressure to my clit with his thumb.
It felt great, for about five minutes. 'Why won't you fuck me?' I said at last, feeling myself dripping on his hands, my pussy opening up more and more to receive his fingers. 'Is it the condoms?'
'No,' he said. 'It's just that ... it would be cheating on my girlfriend. I can't do that.'
I let his comment go. I wasn't about to get involved in a conversation about the dynamics of his relationship. I just wanted to get off.
Mark's fingers continued dancing around my clit. The endorphins built, built until the desire to feel him inside me was so strong, I knew that his not fucking me wasn't an option. I raised myself up, put my arms around his lower back, and pulled his cock towards me, taking him in my mouth again. He kept his hand on my clit and continued rubbing. I pulled his cock completely into my mouth; I used my tongue to lap at the underside of his shaft, covering it with my saliva. I was lost in the pleasure of feeling his hands probing me and his cock inside my mouth.
Suddenly, Mark pulled me by the back of my hair, pushed me down onto the mat, and climbed on top of me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hard cock just inches away from my pussy. I grabbed his hips and pulled him inside. This time, he did not resist. He plunged into me, filling me up. I gasped.
I felt a rush of endorphins, almost like when I'm about to come, except I wasn't there yet. But it was a moment of such intense pleasure, so intoxicating that an orgasm was beside the point. Mark continued holding me down by my hair. It wasn't violent, it wasn't painful, but somehow it seemed right, given the force of his desire.
He pinned my right arm above my head, and with his free hand reached down for my left hand and locked his fingers around mine. His tongue never left my mouth. We were joined, every twitch of his cock, every thrust, seemed to connect to something inside me. Though we had been in a red room once before, this time was completely different.
He had only been fucking me for about five minutes, but I noticed that his balls had retracted, because they no longer slapped against me. He was getting closer.
'Please. Come inside me,' I said. I wanted him to fill me up, even though I knew it was stupid and reckless.
'Are you sure?'
'Yes. Please.' I arched my back to receive him, to take him in fully. He wasn't huge, but his obvious enjoyment was contagious. And I had wanted this since our last time together. I thought he was so sexy, and his touch so sensual, that for a change size didn't matter.
I felt the twitch that heralds a man's coming orgasm, then the rush of warm spunk inside me. His orgasm seemed to go on for minutes, seemingly as long as we'd been fucking. His body shuddered again and again, and his thrusts got deeper and faster. My pussy pulsated in time with his orgasm, contracting over and over. I was in no rush for him to stop.
When the pulsating finally stopped, we lay still for a while, my right arm still above my head and my left hand still entwined in his.
He kissed me gently, then rose up on his elbows and looked into my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt the need to reassure him that it was OK, that I was clean. 'I was tested recently,' I said. 'And I'm fine.'
'I'm clean too. I had my tests not
'Just a massage?' I tried not to sound disappointed.
'Yes, just a massage,' he said. He sounded diffident. I got the sense he wanted to give me more than a massage.
'Can I turn over, then?' I said.
'If you want.'
I rolled over to face him. I was still between his legs, and now I could see his hard-on standing straight out. 'Can you just rub my pussy? Just a little?' I asked. 'I'm incredibly horny.'
'Yes, I can do that,' he said, as though concluding that that act was in the 'Allowed' column of his rule book. He began to finger me gently, first using his whole hand to rub the mound, then moving his fingers inside and out whilst applying pressure to my clit with his thumb.
It felt great, for about five minutes. 'Why won't you fuck me?' I said at last, feeling myself dripping on his hands, my pussy opening up more and more to receive his fingers. 'Is it the condoms?'
'No,' he said. 'It's just that ... it would be cheating on my girlfriend. I can't do that.'
I let his comment go. I wasn't about to get involved in a conversation about the dynamics of his relationship. I just wanted to get off.
Mark's fingers continued dancing around my clit. The endorphins built, built until the desire to feel him inside me was so strong, I knew that his not fucking me wasn't an option. I raised myself up, put my arms around his lower back, and pulled his cock towards me, taking him in my mouth again. He kept his hand on my clit and continued rubbing. I pulled his cock completely into my mouth; I used my tongue to lap at the underside of his shaft, covering it with my saliva. I was lost in the pleasure of feeling his hands probing me and his cock inside my mouth.
Suddenly, Mark pulled me by the back of my hair, pushed me down onto the mat, and climbed on top of me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hard cock just inches away from my pussy. I grabbed his hips and pulled him inside. This time, he did not resist. He plunged into me, filling me up. I gasped.
I felt a rush of endorphins, almost like when I'm about to come, except I wasn't there yet. But it was a moment of such intense pleasure, so intoxicating that an orgasm was beside the point. Mark continued holding me down by my hair. It wasn't violent, it wasn't painful, but somehow it seemed right, given the force of his desire.
He pinned my right arm above my head, and with his free hand reached down for my left hand and locked his fingers around mine. His tongue never left my mouth. We were joined, every twitch of his cock, every thrust, seemed to connect to something inside me. Though we had been in a red room once before, this time was completely different.
He had only been fucking me for about five minutes, but I noticed that his balls had retracted, because they no longer slapped against me. He was getting closer.
'Please. Come inside me,' I said. I wanted him to fill me up, even though I knew it was stupid and reckless.
'Are you sure?'
'Yes. Please.' I arched my back to receive him, to take him in fully. He wasn't huge, but his obvious enjoyment was contagious. And I had wanted this since our last time together. I thought he was so sexy, and his touch so sensual, that for a change size didn't matter.
I felt the twitch that heralds a man's coming orgasm, then the rush of warm spunk inside me. His orgasm seemed to go on for minutes, seemingly as long as we'd been fucking. His body shuddered again and again, and his thrusts got deeper and faster. My pussy pulsated in time with his orgasm, contracting over and over. I was in no rush for him to stop.
When the pulsating finally stopped, we lay still for a while, my right arm still above my head and my left hand still entwined in his.
He kissed me gently, then rose up on his elbows and looked into my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt the need to reassure him that it was OK, that I was clean. 'I was tested recently,' I said. 'And I'm fine.'
'I'm clean too. I had my tests not
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