Double Dare(70)

“Oh baby girl, you’re so fucking tight, you’re so fucking small,” the big man rumbled against my breasts, his hands stroking up and down my waist, kneading my ass, moving up and down my back. “You did so well, let the boss take over now.”

And with that, he began shifting his hips a bit, rocking back and forth, moving slightly within my needy cunt.

“Oh oh oh!” I squeaked. “Oh fuck!”

And the big man just grunted, moving a little more now, shifting my butt back and forth, letting the sensations build.

“That’s right,” he panted against my skin, catching a nipple in his mouth. “Ride it, ride it, use my dick to make yourself feel good.”

And despite the lingering pain, I began to lean into it. Clutching his shoulders, I began moving slowly myself, undulating my hips, cradling his dick in my sweet cunt, letting the pole slide in and out, more and more violently each time, his veiny length dropping out wetly only to push back inside. It was so fucking dirty, there was so much cream, so much jism, that both my ass and his balls and thighs were soaked, the natural lube making our flesh slap together as we moved in tandem.

And soon the pain began to fade and I began to savor the ride, bucking and twisting like a real cowgirl. My nails dug into his shoulders and I screamed as his dick pushed into me, the base of his cock rubbing against my clit.

“Oh oh oh!” I shrieked, tossing my head back. “Oh FUUUUCK!”

And with that, I spasmed hard, my pussy clamping down on the cock inside, coming again and again on his massive pole, milking it for all it was worth. The big man couldn’t hang on any longer either and he too lost it, spurting his semen into my hot depths, stream after stream of hot jism spraying my cunt, coating my walls with his man milk, his balls shaking, trembling as my pussy jerked again and again on his dick, making sure to take every last drop.

And after it was over, I dropped my forehead onto his shoulder, exhausted, limp, like I’d just run a marathon, my body covered in a light coat of perspiration, my huge boobs heaving up and down, pressed against the front of his shirt.

The big man struggled as well, catching his breath, his dick still embedded inside me.

“Fuck,” he growled. “How the fuck were you a virgin still? I can’t believe I popped your cherry, fuck it felt so good.”

And I merely lifted my head to shoot him a lazy smile, my lips brushing lightly against his.

“I’ve never actually used the dildo,” I whispered into his mouth. “I was too scared. But now,” I intimated, wiggling my hips with his cock still inside, “now, I guess I could do it.”

And a low growl rang out in his throat.

“So soon?” he asked. Throwing back his head, he laughed which morphed into a low growl. “Baby girl, you have no idea what you’re getting into. You’re gonna be sore after your first time, my dick is big and your cunt’s small, you’re gonna have trouble walking tomorrow.”

I stretched languorously, arching my back, testing my muscles. It was true, I was already a little achy, pleasantly so right where it counted, my lower body suffused with a slow burn. But I loved it and wanted more.

“How are we going to use my toy then? How are we going to use Mr. Stiffie?”

Nick arched an eyebrow at me.

“Is that what you call him?” he asked amused. “Fuck, you’re a dirty girl, a virgin begging me to fuck her with a dildo. Fuck, how’d I get so lucky?”

And with that his big hands lifted me up, pulling me up and off his cock. It slipped out wetly, making me gasp, the huge shaft stiff coated in our mixed cum, a smear of red on the rod.

“I’m gonna savor that,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m gonna remember the proof of your virginity on my dick forever.”

And I shivered and sighed a little more, the words so deliciously arousing, locking them into my heart.

But Nick wasn’t done with me yet.

“On your hands and knees,” he said, gesturing for me to get down.

“Now?” I asked, my face flaming, the flush running all over my luscious bod, my breasts quivering with shock. “Here?” I’d at least thought he’d give me a few minutes to clean up, maybe sponge myself off in his bathroom. But the big man had other plans.

“You heard me,” he grunted. “Right here, right now.”

And with that, he picked up Mr. Stiffie, wielding the life-like dildo in his hand, testing the rubbery softness, the way it bounced back when he slapped the rubber against his palm.

“I never thought I’d be jealous of a toy, but you know, I kinda am,” he said reflectively. Then he swung his eyes towards me, his blue eyes staking me in the heart. “Down,” he commanded.