As soon as I closed the door I think she knew she was in trouble.
I was still wearing my mask, but it wasn’t like she thought I was some fucking home invader, though I kinda was in a sense, given the mood I was in.
She looked at me over her shoulder, then kinda gave an expression like she wanted to say, “Why the mask?”
I’d tell her why later.
*
She was cutting veggies, prepping for dinner.
I stepped toward her fast, almost running, before she could even turn around. I slammed myself against her back and I reached for each of her wrists. I pinned her against the counter. Grabbing her hands forced her to drop whatever was in her left hand, and the knife in her right, which was my intent. My other intent was for this entire process to piss her off as much as possible.
I let go of her hands and quickly swept everything on the counter off the other side, throwing it onto the floor and just ruining her work and wasting it all – compounding the sins that were to occur.
She started to protest but I brought my hand up over her mouth. I covered her lips with my palm and squeezed her cheeks between my fingers and thumb. I loved just, taking her.
My other hand pushed down between her and the counter. I fiddled with her belt buckle and button and fly on her jeans and had them all undone in no time. Then I forced her jeans down and over her hips and ass and made sure my fingers caught the elastic of her panties and that they were peeled off too.
Soon her ass and pussy were exposed to me. I’m sure she felt my jeans against her soft skin, I hope she also felt the bulge inside them trying to reach her.
I used the hand that had unclothed her to do the same to my jeans, just pulling them down enough to release my cock. I let it press between her ass cheeks where I knew it belonged.
*
I gripped her face a little tighter and whispered in her ear. I was careful to keep my mask just away from her. I was smarter than to expose her to anything that may be on it, but I wanted to keep experiencing what was inside it…
I spoke through the material, so close to her, yet that part of me so far – “Do you know why I’m so hard already, do you know why I needed your cunt before I even said hello? Breath it in with your nose, can you smell it, the musk of your pussy, your unmistakeable sweet odor… does it escape my mask?”
And as I spoke, my free hand had snaked between us. It sat lower than my balls, it really just parted the bottoms of her ass cheeks so my finger tips could curl up under her, so the tip of a finger or two could dip into her juicy little hole. The one where the smell originated from.
“Maybe you can’t, but I sure fucking can. I could taste it all morning you little slut. I could taste you and smell you. I guess I got you on my beard…”
And I pushed the fingers into her now. Up into her. Two of them, up into her depths, curling right for her g-spot. I did’t want to fuck around, I just wanted to start the flow inside her so my cock would face no resistance. But she was already hot, already filthy for any part of my body that would invade that pussy. She always wanted it, even like this, with no warning. She was always ready for me.
“When I ate your pussy this morning to wake you up… when I pushed my tongue between your little folds, when I explored you…”
And I curled my fingers and hit the g-spot. I felt her moan into the palm of my other hand, and I felt more air escape her nose, I felt her draw the air back in and struggle to take enough. I didn’t choke her but I didn’t help her. She would be intoxicated by my motions, and by the demands of her own lust. She’d be light headed, she would cum hard before I even fucked her and filled her with my cum.
“When you came all over my fucking face this morning, when you soaked me with your pussy juice, well I fucking smelt that all morning in my mask. I was trapped with it. I can, still, fucking taste you for what it’s worth. You’re fucking inside my mask and your pussy has been inside my brain all day…”
And I started dry humping her ass groove. And really curling my fingers and now fucking them in and our of her hole. It was awkward and weird and all at once I just wanted what I wanted. I pulled the hand from her cunt, I let my hips push off of her for a second, I grabbed my cock and aimed the tip for her opening.
*
I put all my weight behind the first penetration and smashed myself into her with as much force as my body as capable of.
I pinned her hips against the edge of the counter, and jammed my hard cock as deeply into her as I could. And then I pulled it out just an inch or two before pressing it all back in.
I sort of, half stepped back now before driving back in each time. Every thrust was slow but long, a real wind up before the next explosive drive. No thrust was a throw away, every single inch of penetration was meant to take everything her body could offer – warmth, pressure, tightness… pain.
I finally removed my hand from her mouth and put it on the back of her neck, and I pushed her head, and her entire upper body, down onto the cold marble counter top. I pressed her cheek to it so at least some of her flesh could experience the cold. My fingers were tangled in her hair as they always were, to hold here in place, to extend my control over her, to every part of her possible.
The other hand I now scratched up and down her spine. I let what nails I had dig into her flesh and I felt here squirm under it. And I heard at least gasps if not cries escape her mouth. But still the main attraction was her pussy, which I pounded relentlessly.
*
I still had the stupid mask on, and it drove me crazy too, it made it hard to breath but made every breath tasted of her. She filled my lungs like I filled her cunt. She surrounded my cock like her musk surrounded my mouth and nose. I wanted more. The harder I fucked her, the more I panted, and the more of her I consumed in every way.
My nails were now leaving marks. Her crying was undeniable, and I hoped the pain really was pushing her pleasure more. Her cunt seemed to be saying so, grabbing my cock as it tried to leave before each jump back inside. As if her body worried I’d leave her and never come back. But there was no way I was leaving that pussy till long after I’d filled it. She needed to soak up my cum like my facial hair had soaked up her’s this morning. Truth is, I knew I could have had a shower and gotten rid of the smell. But I wanted to carry her lust with me through the morning. I wanted to bait myself into losing my mind and fucking her mindlessly at some point. I had succeeded.
I knew how I wanted to cum. I took the hand that scratched her, and placed it on her lower back, and pressed the palm down. In a way, lifting myself onto her. And I basically climbed to my tippy toes behind her, a bit, over her. And I started fucking as downward as I could. Pulling myself upward, then slamming back down. My cock was bent by her, the inner wall of the front of her pussy held the tip just inside as it fought to be free, so pushing down just caused it to run along her wall, to brush her g-spot repeatedly. It was a tight angle for my cock too, it made her pussy squeeze me, milk me. It wasn’t just about her, it was about me, and it was always about me her orgasms were just a by-product.
And there was an orgasm pretty soon after the position change.
I felt her muscles spasm, I heard her chanting for more. And I gave her more.
The hand that had held her hair no longer did, it joined my other hand at the small of her back. I didn’t care about crushing her under my weight, and as she gushed around me I knew she didn’t care about it either, maybe she even liked it. I just watched myself disappear into her cunt. I pushed my body up with my arms then let gravity drill me back into her. It was like the more perverted and satisfying workout of my life.
*
Above the sight of our fucking, I watched her little asshole. I thought about making it next but I knew I could never last past this. Maybe I’d fuck it later, or tomorrow, but I knew, I would fuck it whenever I felt like it next. It was my privilege, and my secret joy to know this lady was happy to be just a piece of meat whenever I felt like flipping that switch.
But her ass did look like it was asking for something. It was noticeably tightening in time with my thrusts. It was asking for something. If it couldn’t be my cock…
My thumb pressed on the pucker below me, and the sounds of her moaning increased. I didn’t know if she said “yes” or “no” and truly, I couldn’t tell you which would have been more likely to cause me to drive my thumb full up into her back-side, but neither did. I did as I wanted, and that was what she enjoyed most I think. I drove only the tip of my thumb into her ass, and pushed that in and out in time with my cock. In time with my thrusts.
I asked if she wanted my cum and before I even finished the question she just moaned yes. And I moaned back that I was.
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