Anything For Him. Lily Harlem
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huge glut of pleasure soaked through me. I wasn’t proud of the fact that blindfolded, bent double and getting tied to a table by a stranger was one of the sexiest things that had ever happened to me, but it was. There was no denying the overwhelming thrill bubbling in my guts at being prepared for a good fucking. It was off-the-scale horny.
Liuz stepped away. I twisted my head as if following his movements but could see nothing.
He was back, between my legs. I wriggled my ass and groaned in desperation as he shoved my skirt upwards, around my waist. His fingers, his cock, his mouth, anything would do.
‘Keep still,’ he said, yanking down my thong, partway to my knees, until it dug in and could go no further. ‘Keep still. It’s been a while since I’ve had a pussy to play with. I’m going to take my time.’
I rested my forehead on the table and shoved my bared bottom towards him; my action scraped the legs of the table on the floor. ‘Please, Liuz, I –’
A sudden, sharp slap stung across my left buttock.
‘Ow!’
‘I said keep still.’
I bit down on my bottom lip as the pain streaked across my skin then bloomed to the surface, heating my flesh.
‘Ah, Aniolku, you know I will give you what you need, so be a good girl for me. Be a good little slut.’ His breath washed over my stinging ass – he was face-level with my throbbing clit and spread labial lips. I could only imagine the view he had of my asshole and my pussy, not to mention the ripe scent of my arousal that was wafting up to my own nose.
Finally he touched me, smoothed the tip of his finger through my folds, sought out my entrance and slid in.
I clenched around him and moaned appreciatively when he added another long finger.
‘Ah, yes, so slutty and wet, you are such a rude girl, begging for my fingers. Well here, take more.’
The stretching increased significantly and his knuckles pressed up against my soft lips. He’d filled me quickly and I loved it. He began to wriggle inside me, industriously stroking over my sensitive spot then setting up a pumping in-and-out motion. Small sucking noises filled the air as I squelched around his digits.
‘Ah, ah, ah.’ I panted, reaching down and searching out my clit. I wanted to come, I wanted to come now, hard and fast, get the first one out the way so I could have more. I was greedy, greedy and needy.
‘No,’ he snapped. Another burning lick of pain scorched my buttock as he slapped me again. ‘No, don’t touch yourself. Keep fucking still.’
This time as the pain blossomed it settled in my abandoned clit, a hot fuzz of sensation that stimulated the nerves afresh.
He withdrew his fingers and in their place something cool nudged into me, just an inch. Not his cock, I didn’t think.
‘Condom,’ I gasped.
He gave a snort of laughter. ‘I don’t think it’s necessary just yet.’ His voice came from above me – he was standing again.
Whatever he was inserting gained another inch. It had a generous girth, enough to fill my gaping, aching pussy quite nicely. I arched my back and relaxed my internal walls, keen to please him. Keen to take as much as I could.
‘Ah, yes,’ he said. ‘That’s it. Let it in.’
The insertion continued. The surface was smooth, and finally, when I couldn’t accommodate any more, when the penetrating object hit my cervix, a long, low moan rumbled up from my chest and he stopped pressing it in.
‘Yes, yes, tak, tak,’ he said, ‘Now you must stay like that.’
I lifted my head, my world still black, and clenched my full and fluttering pussy muscles.
‘Now open your mouth.’ He was in front of me.
I did as he asked.
As the scent of turned-on man, raw and heated, hit my nostrils, the smooth head of a cock brushed my lips. I chased for it, saliva pooling on my tongue. Oh, how I’d dreamed of tasting him. Night after night I’d imagined his flavour, his texture, the way he would fill every orifice I had.
‘No, keep still.’ He captured my head in his hands and held me firm. ‘Open wide and take a deep breath. You said you wanted me to imagine your mouth was my hand and now that’s going to be your reality.’
In one harsh thrust his meaty cock stuffed between my lips. The wide head slipped over my tongue to the back of my throat, and the thick shaft bulged my cheeks and pressed up onto my palate.
‘Oh, fuck,’ he groaned. His fingers tightened in my newly shortened hair, and he dug his nails into my scalp. ‘You’re gonna get it so good, so fucking good.’
He pulled out, then rammed back in. There was no finesse to his movements, no tenderness. He just set about fucking my mouth hard and fast and holding my head just where he wanted it.
‘Yeah, I’m just using you to get off,’ he gasped. ‘So fucking slutty you don’t even care, do you? You just want cock anyway you can get it. Cock in your mouth, your pussy, up your ass.’
I couldn’t answer. My mouth was full, so was my pussy. As his cock hardened and drips of pre-cum lined my tongue, my cunt contracted. Whatever was in me was hard and cold and I would have done anything to have it pumping in and out the way his cock was pistoning into my mouth.
My jaw was so stretched it ached, and my breaths were hard to snatch around his thrusts. I didn’t care. This was what I wanted.
‘Tak, oh fuck, get ready for my spunk,’ he groaned. ‘No need for tissues, I’m going to flood your throat. Get ready to swallow, every last fucking drop until I tell you to stop, ah … ah … ah, yes.’
A guttural groan filled the room as his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, gulping it down, hungry for more and sucking wildly. I wrapped my tongue around his pumping shaft and drew his glans as far down my throat as my gag reflex would allow.
‘Ah, yes, tak cholernie dobry. Keep doing that, keep … doing … that.’
He rammed into me, his balls pressed against my chin and my nose buried in wiry pubic hair. More cum spurted into my mouth. I gagged, swallowed, gagged again. My heart was racing, my pussy contracting. I was so close to coming. Fellating Liuz was so damn exhilarating, and hearing his shouts of pleasure were such a colossal aphrodisiac that any discomfort I was feeling paled into insignificance.
‘Yes, oh God, yes,’ he said, finally loosening his grip on my hair. ‘Stop now, stop sucking now.’
He withdrew and I pulled in much-needed oxygen. I was dizzy. Lights flashed behind my eyelids and my body felt floppy. But still my pussy hummed and my engorged clit throbbed.
‘You suck dick well,’ he said. I sensed him moving away from me, his body heat disappearing. ‘I’m sure I will want to do that again, several times.’
‘Yes,’ I panted, ‘but please.’
‘You want to come too, don’t you, my greedy little Aniolku?’
‘Yes, I do. Now.’
‘When I say.’
He was still breathless and I was aware of the foreign object inside me shifting. He gave it a few languid shunts that made me gasp then pulled it out.
‘Here, open,’ he said, pressing something against my mouth.
Was his cock hard again already?
‘Eat.’
I let a cool, wet chunk of slipperiness into my mouth. It was definitely food. I bit into it and took a second to recognise the flavour of cucumber.
‘More,’ he said, pushing another segment into my mouth. He sounded like he, too, was munching.