Barging through the door the instant I opened it, I don’t even want to fucking bother asking how she found out which room I was staying in. Cunning never seemed to be lost on her. After taking a few good steps inside she turns around, and I’m planted holding the door open, looking at her incredulously, her appearance here obviously unwelcome and not even worth lending voice to.
“You have *no* fucking idea,” Donna’s voice softly, confidence in each word, “just how mistaken you are.”
“*No*, I’m not. And if you think so, then why didn’t you just tell me this a moment ago on the phone?”
“I couldn’t tell you what I needed to tell you on a cell…”
“Well… whatever you need to tell me, I’m already telling you the same thing; Trish and I have gotten serious now.” The words don’t seem to affect her like I thought they would. They don’t seem to affect her at all, really… “It was…” my thought left trailing as I struggle to find what she’d like to hear.
“What… ‘Amaazing?'” Ouch. “And you want to just tell me, ‘Whatever, move on?'” she snides. “I know what Trish is like, I know she’s a nice girl, but you really don’t realize what you’re doing right now.”
“You should know that I’ll be fine, then. Stop acting like you’re the one worried for me.”
“*No*. Again… no, you won’t. You’re the one that should be worried about yourself.” she laughs. “How long have you thought about this?”
“Long enough, you-”
“Jesus. Look- fuck. Listen. I don’t think you realize what you think you think you can escape from, but you’re wron-”
“Wait, what?” A laugh bursts out of me, though I already regret it, because now I can’t help but pity her as I come to understand. “I *don’t* think I could have made it more clear,” my hands clapping together, nodding, “what you were for to me. Donna, I’m sorr-”
“Oh, ‘Haaaa, haaa,'” Donna mocks at my laugh, “Save your fucking pity before you embarrass yourself further.”
*…What?* What, the fuck, is going on in this woman’s head right now.
“Trish isn’t like me because no woman is like me. I spent so much time cultivating you, taking on the role of just another girl of yours, but if I was just another then why didn’t you find a different whore after me?”
“I…” trying to fill the void that is the silence of my disoriented thoughts.
“*-I-* don’t have the time, or ***nearly***, nearly the patience to find and grow another man into the role you played, but *trust* me, please, when I fucking say: I wouldn’t be here if I thought you could actually go on without me.” Donna unbuttons her long jacket, pulling it back over her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. “Look at me. *Look* at this.” My jaw tightens. Dark red ribbons crossed all over her body. Around her breasts they danced and encircled, letting her tits cascade out. Long, thin chains of gold dripped from her neck, down her chest, catching whatever light this dim room had and turning it into glittering flashes, lace garter belts holding up her stockings, her panties nothing but straps around her exposed pussy, a thin strip of hair tracing down to it. “Think of all of our time you’re going to waste until you inevitably come crawling back.” She begins walking towards me, her hips and breasts swaying with every step. The world becomes pointless around her, as if she is my only purpose, and I hear the door behind me swing closed. Her scent is captivating as she stands inches away, then turns and rubs her supple, thonged ass against my crotch.
“I… don’t know, what you’re…” but I do know, and Donna remains silent as she let’s the gears in my mind turn, swaying her bare ass against me. Reaching around, rubbing my bulging jeans before walking away, her voluptuous thighs swaying as I watched her, a clap of thunder from Venus, a flash of shadow as the room becomes faint. My heartbeat the only thing I can feel still tethering me, almost forgetting to even breathe. As she turns the corner, the expanse of her ass becomes the last thing I see before she disappears around the bend, my steps following the second she’s lost from site. Walking into my suite, I catch Donna getting on the bed on her hands and knees. Everything I told her earlier seeming less and less urgent, my mind struggling to remember what I was even trying to do in the first place.
“Come on,” Donna said looking back at me, lounging, her face down on the mattress with her ass propped up. “One… *last* kiss?” She presented herself in a way that I honestly didn’t think she had in her… a recurring thought as I flashback to time and time again when Donna was actually the one taking us further… *It’s not all she wants, it’s so obvious*… but I can’t break my eyes away, nor let go of the thought of just one last kiss. I hurt knowing the inevitability of suffering without her. This growing obsession that’s been taking me… but something… so, easy. Right there, a couple meters away, ripe. My pants swelling, the sound of footsteps as she becomes closer and closer. My fingers sinking into her ass cheeks, the thought of one last kiss now undeniable. I press my face between her, my nose rubbing across her asshole, following her as she moves forward and lays on her stomach. Grabbing and sinking my fingers into both glorious cheeks, my lips and tongue find their way. Donna grabs my hands as I caress and squeeze, delicately moaning as I slowly, passionately makeout with her. My tongue draws a halo around Donna’s puckered asshole, cutting across and dipping in when I can’t resist my own tease. Spreading her cheeks apart, and squeezing my face between them as I slowly turning my head from side to side, smothering myself. What I thought might just be a little peck was now gently sucking and devoutly kissing. *Fuck it*. Bearing down my face, Donna pushes back, pressing against me with the same desire, my pants so swollen that my own hips begin grinding down against the mattress. “*More*…” she beckons, “*Kiss her*…” Laying my tongue’s flat surface over my girl’s butthole with big, sloppy licks and deep, loving kisses, my skin heats as every lick only makes me hungrier, and hungrier… the realization making me slow down, and back away.
“Well then…” Donna says looking back at me, one eyebrow cocked, “that was quite a kiss.” Her tone implying scandal, a small laugh crept out of me as I grinned and spread her ass, giving her a little peck.
“The more I talk to Trish,” I say solemnly as I begin standing, unable to even look at Donna in the eyes, “the more I think- …no. The more I know she would be disgusted by the things I’ve said and done to you.”
Donna gets up to sit on the edge of the bed, then reaches somewhere behind her back and lifts something out, a condom she had tucked away, carefully tearing the wrapper open between her teeth, her other hand undoing my belt. Both her hands grab either side of my jeans before she tears them down, my dick bouncing up free as she slides the condom down my cock. Turning around, she lays again on her stomach as she nonchalantly pulls my dick behind her and slides myself in. “Do you remember when we used to fuck like this?” Donna’s pussy pleasantly massaging my wrapped dick as she’s lays there, her legs wrapped around me as she dictates my movement, lazily bouncing me into her. “You were so innocent back then.” She brings me in deep, swaying her ass against my hips, rubbing against the deep niches inside her that yearned for attention. “But I saw you.” Mmm. “What you could become.” Her hand lashes to grab my cock, pulling the condom off as I exit her, and seamlessly enjoined back inside, bare. “Someone who can finally help me.” Donna’s pussy makes a squish as my naked skin glides against hers. *”I need it, baby. I need it still.”* Clear now her of intentions, I suddenly break away, but Donna anticipating it manages to strangle her legs around my torso, her reaction so fast I can hardly believe it human. “*And you need it,*” my hands dart into both sides of Donna’s lower back, clawing deep into her as my biceps strain to force her off. *”I know you need it.”* I feel the first drop of Donna’s wet pussy gliding down the front of my balls, my cock engulfed and burning inside her like taking a hot shower on a freezing day. *”I know you need it…”* Fighting to escape, fighting against each moment I begin thrusting my dick around inside her. *”You’ll never want something more.”* My nails begin to leave red streaks on her sides as I forcefully try to pull my dick out, her every effort to keep me locked inside, all of my genuine strength being used to to break away from her mounting me, and finally freeing myself as I throw Donna’s legs to the side. The momentum only seems to help correct her as she turned over, her body leaning back on her elbows as her legs dangle off the bed. Her pupils dilate, fixated on my glistening cock in the dim light of the room, her gaze unconquerable, my ego filling while it soaks up her hungry stare as she sits up and begins gently running her hands on the side of my ass, then plunging me deep into her mouth and biting down. I can feel the flat of her back teeth as I scream in pleasure, but mostly pain while Donna turns her head, my body at her absolute fucking mercy, falling down onto the bed as she handles and throws me with her mouth. In an instant I’m released and crawling backwards, my movement innate like prey, Donna’s hanging tits swaying and rocking as she’s crawling towards me on all fours, her nipples subtly dancing, thin gold chains dragging along the mattress. Her look isn’t playful, or naughty, but… Serious. Intent. The kind of look I give her when I want her to fear me, but so much more raw, true.
Wood knocks as I collide against the headboard, my thighs sinking into the cushion as Donna sits on my lap, facing me. “Grab my soft big tits.” she commands easily. And I do, the touch of them a feeling my hands were made for.”*Squeeze* *them.*” My fingers begin to disappear, sinking into her flesh as I caress her breasts and squeeze them into each other. “*Press your face into them,*” Standing in the middle of the woods, I walk towards the open, aged gates, and from here there’s nothing but light on the other side. Then darkness, and silken warmth. I bathe in her, every whipped scar on my back fading and erasing from existence. My heart a two-handed sledgehammer fighting the weight of the world as it slowly rises, crashing down against the anvil and sending an echo throughout the valley. Scandalous because I need it to feel wrong, inappropriate. The way I swim in her, others will never know. “*Suck on them.*” My hands move to reveal her nipples, areolas begging for affection, affection my entire life begs to give. Her nipple tastes like a warm, cloudless spring day after a harsh winter, my lungs inhaling the smell of fresh flowers and leaves that I had forgotten about; A warm sun after I’ve spent too long under the shadow of a tree. “*Harder*….” I pinch her nipple between my teeth and stretch it back until she resists and it snaps away, my hands then grabbing and fondling Donna’s titties as I pinch the tips of her nipple between my thumbs and palms, then pressing my face into her other breast, turned slightly so my canine could get a better grip. The texture of her nipples on my tongue is the first taste of chocolate I have ever had, the very first time, every time. Every second. “*Look at what’s free for you.*” Having this moment is all I’m created for. “*Look at how easy I’ll always be for you.*” There’s never a minute I don’t want it, each passing around the sun. “*How could there ever be anything…*” my hips move to massage the bottom of my shaft along Donna’s pussy lips, my dick pinned between myself and her pussy’s kiss, “*…that you want more?*” She starts rubbing her pussy against me, too. Our mouths open against one another, our tongues lost lovers, Donna gently shifts to my right side, her lips dragging down my neck, her face brushing down against my shirt, the first feeling as the head of my cock becomes warm and covered, the tip of her tongue just barely flicking, her mouth going a little deeper, a little deeper, my cock becoming a little warmer, a little wetter. Long traces of her hair through my fingers feel sacrilegious, a forbidden sin washing through my hands as Donna’s head bobs lower still. Tender scraping of her teeth against my raw skin, Donna’s tongue sticking out and licking side to side, she restlessly dives herself onto me, surrounding me, my every part exposed inside her. My cock swells more and more, hard and absolute inside her throat while the rest of me weakens. Longingly she starts to bob up and down, slowly, desperately rocking her head from side to side whenever her throat gets the satisfaction of gluttoning on my flush flesh. Teeth softly grazing up, her lips closing to a kiss and leaving, Donna looks at me while slowly stroking. “Do it…” My hesitation begins turning into a moment. Never has she asked me, because she never needed to.
*No… we can’t… it would be… too much. It’s already too much.*
A slight scoff was all I could come up with, but she sees clear as ever the fakeness of it, and throws back her own look of sarcastic belief. “This can’t go on forever. It will only get harder and harder for us…” my words so hollow Donna can sense my own fear of what could be true. Her head begins to move, and I lay mine back and close my eyes. Her hair pouring between my fingers, my hands follow her lead as I feel the warmth of being inside her again. My dick lost to her as she suckles, and I can feel and hear my slut choke herself. With a cough from her while down her throat, I release a moan that was hiding within, a spirit I can never sense or control. Mmmm. I hear a *pop* as her lips leave my cock again as she pulls it against her, slowly, vigorously rubbing my dick across her lips, nose, cheeks. Her running her tongue up and down my shaft, slapping it against her precious face, “*Do it…*” I hear, and my hands begin to grip her hair tighter. Not just seduced, I fall more and more into her idea of truth- that there is no escaping this.
“Trish will never approve…” the sound of my words unchanging to my dick’s worshiping.
“Trish,” Donna’s voice says simply, pecking at the tip and bottom of my dick with her puckered lips, “will,” her tongue licks up and down, “never,” I feel my dick pump her throat, twice, “…know.” She grabs my slobbered cock and beats it as both my balls are trying to be sucked into her mouth, her eyes staring into mine. “*Ple-heese,*” she softly cries, cutely smooching and sucking on my smooth nuts; her puppeteer strings drawing me. “*You need it.*” Squeezing my dick in her palm, harder and harder, her lips pouting with a look of contrived girly innocence.
I’m taken as Donna starts moving back towards my screaming, begging cock, my own hands guiding her there. Donna thrusts myself deep into her mouth, and I pull her back up. “*Stop*.” I plead, but she responds with another cute display of disappointment, *hmph!* My dick gets swallowed into her throat, resting it there as I feel her tenderly suckling. “*Just*…” I say as I tug her head off my dick by her hair, “…*leave*.” But the instant her lips sealed after escaping, Donna forced her way back down, murmuring an *Mmm, mmm!* ‘no’ in defiance. Licking my balls while my cock is shoved down her mouth I can feel myself right about to drop back below the surface, “*Please*…” her lips gliding back up my shaft as I pull her. Kisses start fluttering on the tip of my dick, one after the other, Donna barely sticks the tip in her mouth, sucking and circling with her tongue, she goes a little deeper, her tongue worshiping and licking my dick like a lollipop. My cock in chaos and tranquility, the warmth and wetness of her mouth, then throat, she coughs again and I can see the surface above me. I tug her back off my dick, strands of spit hanging between her lips and my cock… then I rest my head back, close my eyes, and slowly begin to force her mouth down on me. My dick pulses in her, as pull her up, and press her back down. “*I need it,*” I confess aloud, my slobbered dick in the ecstasy of slowly and deeply fucking Donna’s mouth and throat, a pleasure so true that I knew was an addiction, and one she knows I dream about far too often. I’m nowhere and nothing but here and now, lost in scandalous ecstasy as Donna resists my pull, choking and forcing herself down as deep as she can. “*I..*” her hair is straining as I muscle her up, only so I can press her back down. She let’s out a cry of desire as I lift her, “…*fucking*…” I press Donna down my dick and pull her up, “…*need it.*” Again and again I use her, getting what I so desperately crave. “*I fucking need it,*” the friction up and down every sensitive inch of my enraged flesh, it’s everything I’ll ever really need. It’s the only thing. “*I fucking need it,*” I keep confessing as I moan and pump her. “*I need it, Donna.*” Gag after gag as her open throat invites me, “*I need it…*” Donna’s gulps becoming loud and hungry, “*I need it so fucking bad.*”
Enthralled by my glorious slut, my gift of heaven. My gift from Satan.”*Tell me-,*” she cries as she breaks away for a moment. Saliva trickling down my balls, driving Donna’s luscious lips top to bottom until she’s able to barely free herself one more time, “*Say it-*mmph” she pleads, interrupted with the force of my arms giving her mouthful of my long, engorged manhood. “*Plea-mmmm-mmm.*” Donna’s teeth scraping up and down against my cock, and I can’t fucking deny it.
“*You’re my dirty slut,*” I finally fucking profess to her, my eyes still closed as I hear the disgustingly beautiful sounds of my pleasure. “*You’re my dirty whore,*” I can hear Donna gagging as my arms work her. She spits on my dick, and I shove her down again as she begins to whimper. “*You’re my dirty fucking slut,*” I make her devour me, facefucking my girl like I hate her. “*You’re my dirty fucking whore,*” her whimpers become more apparent as she moans on my dick. “*I’m gonna make you swallow my cum,*” up and down my dick I take her, “*over*,” my hands grip her hair tighter as I press her down faster, “*and over*” we enter a rhythm of my cock thrusting into her throat, “*and over*” *yes, yes, oh my fucking god yes,* “*and over…*”
“*Oh my god,*” I faintly utter, music gently making its way to my ears, the sounds I hear so intoxicating they keep me restless some nights. Until now I never could even consider that I was wrong, when it just seemed so fucking obvious that I was the one abusing her… but it’s me. I’m the one in peril. It’s me that’s being violated- by her. Some things feel too good. Some things, there’s no coming back from. They give you a taste of light, and soon anything lesser looks like ash. Drinking from her, the Rubicon behind me.
She pulls herself up and pins me against the headboard as she brushes her tongue over my mouth, and I find out why… Her pussy is so soaked that I glide right in between her tight lips. She pulls her head back an inch away from my face, her eyes narrow, her mouth agape with lust as we fuck, and a siren song bursts out of her in a moan of indulgence. My hands abusing her breasts. Squeezing her big, fat, juicy fucking titties. Wet pussy eating me as I begin to slap them with force left and right, I cup and lift her breasts into my face as I squeeze them together. The touch of her soft, smooth titties rubbing against me, enveloping me… I can”t resist a second longer, and turn towards her right nipple, pressing my face against her breast as I suck it in, pulling my head back as her breast follows, sucking as hard as I can, pulling further and further until *pop.* I press my face against Donna’s left breast, my mouth open wide and my lips puckered, sucking in as much of her tit into my mouth as I can as I pull back and another, more wet *pop.* Donna’s serenely smooth skin on my hands send frisson through my body, tiny hairs erect, a short shiver, as I slide them down her sides, caressing her back and all the straps wrapped around her, and clutching to the glory of her illustrious ass as gushing sounds echo soft in the distance. Nipple in my mouth, suckling, pinching between my teeth, nastily licking, I want every fucking ounce of my whore as my raw cock penetrates her, jiggling her ass in my palms, ravaging her every curve for my breathless, insatiable desire. Control begins to fade as I lose myself to her. Nails begin scraping up my balls repeatedly as Donna reaches around to maliciously pet and attend. *Get it, please…* I want to quench her, primal urges and all her spirits of lust. *Take it from me…* I want her silken pussy to weep and cream over me. Use me… Her moaning becomes untethered, a different language, one of Gaia and pure.
“*Please fill me up,*” Donna’s begging sounding desperate like I’ve never heard, “*…please. You have to.*” All those times she insisted. “*I need you to.*” All those times she refused to let me cum anywhere else. “*I need so much of it.*” My filthy slut’s pussy whoring for me, milking my dick shamefully. “*I need it so much.*” An animal becoming more and more revealed as she becomes angrier, our thrusts into each other rising in force. “*I know you might not understand,*” her whispers plead, a sincerity of her suffering and torment on each word, “*but please. This is what… I need.*”
Her rhythm now violent, repeatedly slamming down as the bed begins to quake, “I’m-” the word barely able to escape from Donna’s lips, and I clutch handfuls deep within her hair, pulling so hard her head tilts back, cum spewing inside her plump pussy, “*…Ohh…*” she groans visceral and deep, the sound of a creature dark and wild as I thrust back. Squirts of her sweet nectar spout out around my dick, and I pulse into her with another stream. Intensity overwhelms, I pull her in and squeeze her, biting down on her inner shoulder. “Fill…” Donna’s pussy gulping me as she drives back and forth, “*mee…*” she whimpers as her pussy creams, my cock contracting and spraying another load inside her as our hips break away by what seems a millimeter before we’re both desperate to be as absolutely and deeply entwined with one another as possible. Every new pulse begins spurting out as her pussy begins to overflow, her own juices continuously gushing, her raspy moaning into my ear empowering my every new load. Streaks drip down Donna’s thighs, coating and crawling like rain on glass. My hands fall down to grasp her divine cheeks as I pull her into each throbbing pulse. Whispering in my ear as she milks me, “*Don’t stop…*” a voice so soft it can barely be heard, another pulse of rapture. “*Fill me.*” Another pulse of my hot cum overflowing and bursting out of her plump pussy, satiating into her like never before. Another, and her hip jolts…… Another, her moans now an endless exhale…………… Another.
For a moment, the only movements in the room are the thick white streams creeping slowly down Her legs. We look for each other in dark and silence, our cheeks rubbing and turning until our noses flick and our lips meet. Pressed together, not kissing, we slowly continue to fuck one another, the last drop within me being drained out by her.
I can never part. Venus.
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