whew.
as you may have already read at http://twitter.com/thearchedback, i’ve found the perfect activity to engage in while watching the democratic national convention. and if you don’t know what that is, you haven’t been reading this blog long enough.
my man had a talk at 8pm last night, so he did me the kindness of picking me up from work at 6 to bring me back to my place for a ravaging. we were both hot and impatient, having waited all fucking day to fuck. we got in and settled quickly, and my undressed one piece at a time, carefully showing off his chiseled, gorgeous body. he walked over to me and seductively peeled each piece of clothing off my body, then pressed his hard dick against my cunt and said it was time to go to bed. he was so hungry he practically dragged me by my cunt so we could get down to business. we got under the covers and immediately intertwined our bodies from head to toe – i must say, the way we screw is fucking beautiful. we would make incredible porn stars – with that dick of his and with my tits, i’d say we could sell a video or two.
i started stroking his cock, playing with his pre-cum while he played with my tits. he was so hungry for pussy his fingers quivered a little as he cupped me, and i soon remembered the delicious morning i had with him this week when he kneeled in front of me, roughly grabbed me by the legs (as i sat in this very desk chair), pulled my cunt towards him, and started eating me out slow and deep, getting me so close to coming and then stopping to take me to work. i’m fucking sick and tired of all this day job bullshit. just as my man said earlier this week while complaining about his job, “it’s screwing with my screwing.” you’re damn right it is. and thinking of that morning made foreplay borderline intolerable – i needed that dick shoved my cunt so badly my body shook in anticipation. but he had a promise to fulfill: he said he’d make me pass out later. what do you think, loyal readers? did he succeed?
but i still had to wait. he wasn’t done treating my body like his little plaything. he growled, “give me some of those tits,” slowly sucking on my left one while fingering me at the same time, just like the other day. “god i missed your pussy,” he said as he stroked my wet clit. and damn how i missed how his fingers.
but fingers would be enough for long. “spread those fucking legs,” he ordered, pushing my legs apart wit his and positioning his dick to go up my cunt. as he lowered himself on me he started to push deep inside me, moaning in pleasure because of how wet and tight i was. we were still under the covers, and my man ordered me to keep him covered and to hold him tight so that the only thing moving between our two bodies were his hips thrusting his big dick into my cunt.
because of the length of that evening’s talk in particular, my man told me with delight that he’d have time to fuck me before AND after. as he pumped he told me about how i was going to get fucked hard after his talk too, and that in the future, he was going to get anal from me before i talk i’d attend so he could relish the sight of seeing me try to walk into the room.
he started pumping faster, holding me down by my hair, muffling me against his chest, barely letting me breathe and bringing me practically to tears by how fast he pounded me. he kept moaning, “you fucking bitch. you feel so good you whore,” then whispered into my ear, “i’m going to dump my cum in you.” i shuddered and asked incredulously, “you’re going to fill me up?” a surprise since his loads are so big that they drip out of me into my panties for hours after he blows a load inside me. “oh yeah,” he said, not a hint of doubt in his voice, and – as he pumped – he then said, “but first you’re going to come for me, you little bitch.”
he forced my hands down on myself and made me stroke my clit, and as i started to tighten he put his full body weight on me, moaning every time i squeezed him. he said, “you’re going to come for me. it’s going to be huge. that’s right you whore – it’s going to be huge.” i got worked up and shot off hard, so hard that the small of back ached from arching so strongly. amidst my screams i heard my man say, “yeah..” then before i finished coming, he started pumping me so hard that it hurt. i pleaded no, and he said, “oh? does that hurt? are you in pain?” i screamed yes, begging him to stop, and he said, “good,” pounding as hard as he fucking wanted and then some. he growled, “yeah, that hurts, doesn’t it?” i screamed and fought, and then suddenly, he stopped and pulled out. i raised my head to look at him, and then saw that he was getting on the floor to kneel next to the bed. he did so and then grabbed me by the legs, pulling my cunt towards his face, and as soon as i realized what he was going to do i tried in vain to get away and begged him no. i told him my clit was far too sensitive to get eaten out, and to please not do it this time, but he went at me, eating me voraciously like a predator feasting on prey and didn’t stop until i passed out. so, did he succeed? fuck yes he did.
i woke up to his dick getting pushed back inside my tight pussy, and i screamed and begged him to wait. he pulled out for a second, but only to position me on the bed in a way he liked to annihilate me. he then put his legs on the outside of mine and started pounding my cunt while my legs were so close together they were virtually closed, going at me so hard and fast that he built up steam and exploded inside me. and i mean EXPLODED. he poured out a huge load into my cunt, so huge that when he pulled out half covered the sheets and my pussy was still filled to the brim. i held him tight and squeezed his dick with my PC muscles as he came, and he moaned and thrashed – except this time, HE was the one that couldn’t move while coming. i think it went over well. “god that was so damn good. that was so good,” he kept gasping, right up to when we started getting dressed to leave for his gig.
and that was just the first fuck.
the talk was sexy – i sat within a few feet of him and it was clear that others noticed our chemistry. afterwards we were all over each other before we even got in the car to go fuck again at my place. i turned the tv on for some background noise, we stripped down urgently and fucked hard, with him strangling me and pulling my hair so hard he brought me to tears. he got on his knees and teased me by getting on his knees, fucking me perpendicular, and stroking my clit to get me there. then he stopped, pushed his body weight on me and forced me to do myself instead. i whimpered and said no but he ignored every word of protest, and as i shot off – a second time for the evening – he pumped hard at me for ages until my pussy felt completely and utterly destroyed.
was that the end of it, you ask? fuck no. of course it wasn’t – he didn’t come a second time yet, after all. and he hadn’t objectified me enough so he decided to fuck my supple titties instead. he pushed against me so hard i couldn’t breathe, which was even more difficult right after coming myself, and told me about how much he loved treating me like a piece of shit. he went at me so hard i nearly became delirious, and after a while he poured out all over my tits, coming strong and loud. i pumped his dick as he came, getting every drop of that sweet cum out, surprising even him by how much there was left. he collapsed next to me, and as we both eased our sweaty bodies and caught our breath, we glanced at the tv and saw that obama was delivering his acceptance speech for the democratic nomination. god bless america!
i’m digging this whole fuck-talk-fuck again model. i think i’ll go to my man’s talks more often.