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I wrapped my fingers through her long, dark hair and guided her downwards, pushing my cock between her lips and deeper into her mouth. I was being rough with her– taking control of her — and I knew that she’d enjoy it. She had told me that she would enjoy it, and the delight with which she now performed for me, with which she now sucked my cock, was confirmation that she hadn’t been lying.
I pushed her down again and she sputtered a long, drawn out ‘gllluccccckkk’ around my cock and spilt a sudden flood of spit into my lap as she fought against her gag reflex.
‘Fuucckkk,’ I moaned, whispering my hissed response into her ear. ‘You’re such a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?’
She redoubled her efforts, pressing herself forwards until I could feel her eyelashes flutter against my stomach. I forced myself to ignore the urge to close my eyes, let my head roll back and simply allow the waves of pleasure emanating from the source of her ministrations to roll over me. Instead, I watched her work.
I wanted to memorise all of this. Every last moment. Each detail. Each sensation.
I wanted to remember the softness of her hair between my fingers, and the lewdness of her lips stretched tightly around my shaft. I wanted to remember the play of the light reflected in the silk ribbon that I had used to tie her hands behind her back, and the wafting scent of her perfume. I wanted to remember the swell of her tits and the curve of her upturned arse. But most of all, I wanted to remember the look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction that she had as I fucked her gorgeous, eager face for the first time.
In that moment — as she knelt in front of me and worshiped my cock — she was my perfect slut. She was my dream. My fantasy. My reverie incarnate.
Until that moment, however, she had been something else entirely. Not a dream, but a fevered nightmare that came to me as I lay alone, insomnia-stricken and writhing. A chimeric succubus that loomed ever present in the shadowed corners of my bedroom as I strived to expunge her image with the affections of other women.
She wasn’t the one who got away. Not quite. She was the one who was always just out of reach.
Always there, but always beyond my reach.
We had been friends since childhood, and when she moved away I realised that I loved her and so did she. We tried to get over each other. We dated other people, and tried to forget. It never worked. We grew apart, then fell back together. Apart then together. Apart then together. Always together, and always apart.
And always I wondered what I had done to deserve this Sisyphian punishment. What had I done to inspire Fate herself to chain me to this woman, and then force herself between us?
Still, I knew her mind as well as my own. Her wants. Her desires. Her needs. adıyaman escort And she knew mine just as well. She told me how much she enjoyed rough, hard sex, and which ties she liked to use. I told her that I had a thing for doing it in public and how much I enjoyed eating arse. I knew that she preferred amateur porn to professional and how one of her boyfriends once told her that she had ‘the mouth of a porn star’.
She knew that I liked to have my balls sucked and that I preferred to jerk off in the morning. I knew that she came hardest when her arse was being filled and that I told her that my favourite position was doggy and that I once had Halloween sex in a graveyard.
She told me that she loved to take facials because it made her feel like a slut and that she loved BDSM, not just because of the roughness but because she wanted obsession, possession, and infatuation.
We masturbated together often, by phone, videocall, and snapchat.
I saw her rub her clit until her pussy soaked the duvet beneath her and her legs tremored with every pass of her fingers. I listened to her panted breaths become soft, urgent moans.
And she watched me too. Watched me as I drank in every curve and line of her body with rapt attention. Watched as I too pleasured myself at the attention that her lithe form was receiving from her own hand. Watched as I sprayed my cum at the sight of tremors becoming convulsions, becoming orgasms.
We sexted often too.
Told the other what we would do for them. With them. To them.
She told me that she’d deepthroat me so well that I’d never want a blowjob from anyone else ever again. And I said to her that if she ever did, I’d cover her face in my cum and claim her as my own little slut. I told her that I would eat her pussy until my tongue was numb and she was overflowing with her own juices. I told her that I wanted to tie her up, and down, and to my bed. That I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk or remember how to say anything but my name. That I wanted to watch her arse cheeks ripple with the rhythm of our sex. That I wanted to watch her body writhe and spasm with pleasure as I took her again and again and again.
I told her that we would fulfil all of her fantasies. How I would tie her wrists to her ankles, plug her arse, and pound her roughly and without mercy. How I would give her slow kisses and tease her clit with my tongue. I told her that I would use her holes to masturbate with, and that I would make gentle love to her beneath a nighttime sky.
In our shared fantasies, she was my cumdump and my queen. Whore and honey. My fleshlight and my lover. My fucktoy and my future.
But that’s all it was — a shared fantasy. I couldn’t reach through the camera and replace her fingers with mine. afşin escort It wasn’t my tongue that explored her cunt. Not her sweat-covered body that tremored beneath mine as I slid deep inside her. I compared them all to her, and each one fell short. Every woman I had, every blowjob I got, every pussy I tasted. All of them had one thing in common in my head: none of them were her.
And then, one day, she told me that she was coming back to London.
She turned up at my door in a tight, silky, black dress and high heels. We spent the evening together. I took her to my new favourite restaurant, and we shared my favourite dish over a glass of wine and a candlelit table. We walked through the park hand in hand, and made our way back to my flat.
And then she was mine. And I was hers.
I kissed her. Pinned her to the wall. Felt her body grinding against mine, my tongue in her mouth, her hands on my body. My hands on hers. No bra. A thin set of lace underwear beneath her dress. Beneath them, soft thighs and a clean-shaven cunt that dripped with anticipation. Her pussy was already soaking. Soaking through her panties. Soaking into my palm as I slid my fingers through her folds and delved into the wet mess of her heat-filled pussy.
Hot. So hot that it felt like my fingertips were burning as I targeted the hard nub of her clitoris. She tremored at the contact and gasped into my mouth. I dropped to my knees in front of her, pushed her dress from her legs and pulled her panties to the side. I swirled my tongue across her pussy, lapping up her flowing juices whilst she groaned. Her fingers ran through my hair, directing me back towards her clit. I gorged myself on her, sucking, nibbling and licking on her clit as I slid my fingers in and out of her cunt. She squirmed above me, moaning as her pussy began to contract and spasm around my fingers.
Her back arched.
Her gasps became breathy and faltering.
And then she came. She came like I had seen her cum so many times before. She came with her legs tremoring and her knees shaking. With her head thrown back against the wall and her eyes screwed shut, whimpering as she came in my mouth and over my chin.
I rose to my feet and tugged her belt from around her waist, pushing her dress from her shoulders to let it cascade to the ground. The dim, golden light of the city poured through my window and fell against her skin.
God she was beautiful.
Her deep, brown eyes were as focused on me as mine were on her: on the swell of her breasts and the curve of her arse. On the damp, red material that plunged between her legs and wrapped around her hips. I spun her around and pinned her back against the wall again, pushing her legs apart with my foot. My hips pressed against hers. Her arse against afyon escort my crotch. She reached back with both hands, fiddling with my belt until she tugged my zip down and pulled my cock free of my pants. The only thing that remained between her and me – the only thing that was stopping me from burying my cock into her pussy right then and there – was the lace fabric of her underwear and my own self-control.
Instead, I traced my lips across her skin, sucking her neck and kissing her shoulders. I slid my hands up her body and across her ribs until I found her breasts. I grasped them in both hands, massaging her taught flesh and rolling her hard, rosebud nipples between my fingertips as she began to caress my cock. I let myself enjoy the moment. The sensation of my best friends hands wrapped around my shaft, masturbating me slowly. Of grinding my cock against her arse. Of her tits filling my hands.
But I wanted more. I wanted all of her.
I pulled myself away from her for a second, retrieved her silk belt from the floor and wrapped it slowly around her wrists, binding them together with a tight, familiar knot. I turned her round again, and pushed her gently to her knees in front of me. My cock lay across her face, her eyes fixated on it. I felt her breath on the underside of my shaft. Then the heat of her tongue lapping at my balls and sliding along my shaft. I felt her kissing my testicles, then taking them into her mouth. She sucked slowly and bathed them with warm, wet caresses.
I pulled myself free of her mouth with a lewd pop before lining my cockhead up with her mouth.
‘Suck my cock honey,’ I murmured to her pressing myself forwards into her. ‘Suck my cock like a good little slut.’
I wrapped my fingers through her long, dark hair and guided her downwards, pushing my cock between her lips and deeper into her mouth. I was being rough with her– taking control of her — and I knew that she’d enjoy it. She had told me that she would enjoy it, and the delight with which she now performed for me, with which she now sucked my cock, was confirmation that she hadn’t been lying.
I pushed her down again and she sputtered a long, drawn out ‘gllluccccckkk’ around my cock and spilt a sudden flood of spit into my lap as she fought against her gag reflex.
‘Fuucckkk,’ I moaned, whispering my hissed response into her ear. ‘You’re such a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?’
She redoubled her efforts, pressing herself forwards until I could feel her eyelashes flutter against my stomach and I threw my head back with another groan. ‘When I’m finished with you,’ I murmured, I’m going to cover that pretty little face of yours with my cum…’
I was giving her a moment to adjust to the presence of my cock in her throat, but I knew what I wanted to do with her.
‘until then,’ I continued, ‘I’m going to fuck you like the slut that you are.’
Withdrawing until only the tip of my cockhead remained nestled between her lips and then sliding forward until I was buried balls deep in her throat, I began to fuck my best friend’s gorgeous face.
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