Carrie took a step forward, already feeling her mouth generating the extra saliva needed as she was about to dive into her favorite meal. Her womanliness was staying true to form and she could feel the warmth pulsating deep inside her. She reached out for him, wanting to touch his manhood once again in her hands, but as she was a few inches away from gripping, he swiped at her hands. With a stern voice he commanded, “Mouth only.”
She smiled at him with her bright crystal eyes, the trashy makeup and outfit with the whole scenario turned her nipples rock hard, she couldn’t wait to have him in her mouth again. The time from when Marc told her to use her mouth to the time it was going to begin was clearly not quick enough. He put his hands on her bare shoulders next to the straps that held up her black dress, pushing her quickly down to her knees, making a loud thud as they hit on the hardwood floor.
Carrie felt the initial sting on her legs as bone made contact with the hardwood floor as it coursed through her entire body. She didn’t make much out of it, thinking he was extremely horny from their last encounter and the virtual playtime they shared while he was in the hotel. She opened her mouth, extending her wet shiny tongue to touch the head of his cock, and lifted it up until she guided him into her tight oral home. Rocking her head back and forth she felt him begin to grow quickly in her mouth, causing her to get more excited now that the three day hiatus had concluded.
Wanting nothing more than to taste him oozing into her mouth, to feel his body pinning her down while inside her, or feel his tongue exploring her body, she began to suck faster. Marc was looking down, only seeing the top of her head swallowing him. From the view above, he saw her heel points sticking out past her ass, the glitter lotion shining on her arms, and the fragrant smell of whatever concoction she put on her body. He had to ask her, “How much time do we have?”
Carrie pulled back, bringing the soft edge of him just outside her lips but not breaking contact, and not looking away from his dripping cock she said, “We have all day.”
Marc forced himself back inside her mouth without warning, nearly knocking her off balance, “I didn’t say stop sucking, now tell me again, how much time do we have?” He shoved himself back in, testing the limits of her skills.
Carrie mumbled the barely audible statement over his dick, “We…hve…ll….day.” The vibrations of her trying to speak a coherent reply felt amazing to him. With his legs, he began to slide her along the floor, aiding her movement with his hands under her arms until her back rested against the bed. Marc began thrusting his hips into her mouth, leaning back slightly to see himself disappear and reappear past her nose and upper lip. The lip gloss was beginning to leave her lips and join the rock hard skin extending fully out of him.
Increasing the pace more and more, Carrie could feel the muscles in her stomach every time he got close to her limit, holding back her gagging. He fully extended his reach, pushing everything he had into her mouth, and for the first time she coughed, unable to control the thick length as it passed deep into her. She pulled her head back to catch her breath as a mouthful of spit slowly dribbled down to her chin. When she tried to wipe it away, Marc pushed her hands away and grabbed her shoulders to stand her up.
Once again Marc took a step back to take the amazing body in as he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side. His hairy and manly chest now exposed and Carrie wanted to sink her mouth into it. Now standing with his cock between his pants opening, he kicked off his shoes and unfolded his belt, pulling it out of the loops in one motion like starting a lawnmower. He tossed it on the bed before finally removing the rest of his clothes.
Marc made a motion with his two hands simulating dropping the sexy black dress, “On the floor.” Carrie slid each strap off her shoulders as she continued to stare into his gaze, letting it methodically slide down to her ankles, finally stepping out of it with her heels still on. He could see the remnants of the mark he left on her nipple and approached her. Carrie watched as he lowered his mouth to her breast, opening to take it in again, furiously sucking the supple light skin until it grew in length, repeating the same with the other side, and letting it go with a snappy sucking sound. He noticed she had put a few toys on the bed and reached down for the nipple clamps.
“You like these huh,” he asked.
Carrie looked over as he picked them off the freshly made bed, already anticipating their arrival on her chest. Knowing where everything was headed she simply nodded her head and told him, “Yes sir.”
Without another word, he took one side of the toy and connected one of the crocodile clamps to her right nipple, securing it in place with the tightening screw. He tugged down on the chrome chain as Marc made his way to the other side, picking up the clamp and locking it down on the other side. He pulled down on the middle of the chain resting at the middle of her stomach, sending her small tits pointing straight down to the floor, the feeling was super intense. Carrie loved that someone besides herself was taking the initiative to use them on her. After another half turn of the screws, he turned her body around and guided her on her hands and knees to the bed, her legs dangling off the sides midway down her shin.
He forced her legs open more with his bear claw sized hands, seeing the shiny liquid already visible, inviting him in for a lick. Battling with his own desire for that incredible taste, Marc simply rubbed the backs of her legs, feeling the silky red nylon against his hands. Her perfect little ass was pointed straight towards him, he swiped down with his hand, smacking her right cheek.
She jiggled side to side at the stinging sensation, “Mmm yes, not too hard, we don’t want any marks back there.”
Marc alternated to her other cheek, slapping down in the same manner, “Who’s ass is this Carrie?”
Knowing that those were not going to be the last two times she got spanked today, the thought of possible handprints on her body only increased the risk of getting caught, it drove her wild. She replied back to him as her pussy pulsed for more attention, “It’s yours, of course it’s all yours.” He followed her comment up with two more firm slaps. Carrie’s back arched up involuntarily as the skin turned bright red. The lovely pain was cured quickly as his hands gently caressed her ass and then a few pecks from his lips.
Carrie closed her eyes as she felt him loosening the strap on her heels behind. Marc slid them off one by one and tossed them on the floor. He dug his thumbs into the bottoms of her feet, massaging her soles. She was melting and the extended wait for their pleasure session to get fully underway was torturous. He tickled the bottom of her feet causing her to laugh. She felt his two hands pinching at the nylon and then the sound of a rip. Immediately she felt her bare skin hit the cool air in the room, and then another rip on the other foot. No one ever wore red stockings as she bought them years ago for some fun with her husband. Knowing he probably forgot about them, Carrie was not too worried that her old undergarments were being ripped up.
Feeling his warm cock touch the bottoms of her feet, she curled them under him so he could get his balls above her toes. She wiggled around for a minute, the spit that encased him was now cool and transferring off to the wrinkles of her soles.
Carrie almost lost her balance as he placed a knee next to her causing a dent in the mattress as he climbed up on the bed. Marc flopped down on his back next to her, his head at the top of the bed on her pillow. She had full intentions to mount him, not yet having the pleasure of feeling him inside while grinding her body up and down. He raised a leg over then around her, positioning himself so that she was between his legs. Carrie soon realized he was not done with her mouth yet and went back to work. Once her lips circled around him again, Marc placed one hand on her chest palm up, the other gripping the chain dangling from her nipples.
Marc held the clamp chain down against the mattress, then raised her little torso up enough to have the clamps pull at her nipples. Carrie got the idea. Instead of using her head for his oral pleasure, she had to rock at the hips back and forth to not only keep him in her mouth, but to ensure that he was happy with the position of the toy strapped to her chest as it tugged her nipples to their limit. Usually during her alone time with a vibrator or dildo, she only had one free hand to tighten or loosen the clamps, she was now in new territory and loving every second of it all.
“Faster,” he demanded. Carrie’s rocking now caused tiny sounds to come from the frame of the bed as she continued to rapidly suck him off. It was about twenty seconds into her new speed that she lost control and his cock slipped out of her mouth. Marc reached down and turned the knobs another half turn. Looking at her wet shiny lips he got right back to business, “Again.” It was nearly impossible to keep up the pace he wanted and the same error was made a few more times, resulting in a few more twists on her nipples.
Marc eventually let go of the chain and Carrie slowed down, going to grab his cock in her hands for a few strokes and to recover her breath. He grabbed the top of her head, “Did I say stop,” and forced her back down. Being literally half of his size, she was truly enjoying being his toy right now, fully focused on his pleasure. The nipple and feet play, the slaps on her ass, and the tone in his voice was really getting to her. Carrie’s husband never took control in the bedroom, the only thing he ever did remotely close to this would be squeezing her chest hard as he came in their typical missionary position.
What happened next sent Carrie through the roof. Marc curled his leg around the back of her neck, pulling her entire body down flat on the bed, swallowing his cock in one go. He didn’t allow her body to move and started thrusting up into her, “I want to hear it.” Marc started pushing his hips into her face, the slurping and glucking sounds Carrie made was exactly what he wanted. As he moved faster and faster, she had to open her mouth wider, curling her lips under her teeth to prevent any scraping. She wasn’t afraid of what he would do then, but wanted to give him maximum pleasure. The muscles in her throat began to relax and what little gag reflex she had was slowly disappearing. He went faster, seeing her eyes begin to water as her saliva uncontrollably leaked down on to him, “There it is, there it is, open up wider,” and slapped the side of her face.
Carrie opened as wide as she could so he could plow into her more. There was no indication he was close to cumming, so she remained in place. She coughed once and tried to pull away just a bit. After letting her settle, Marc tightened his grip with his leg, and with his hand, pulled the clip out of her hair and pushed nearly all the way. He could see her body struggling with it, feet curling up below. Out of the blue he pinched her nose, “All the way down now.” Already short of breath with a mouthful of her own saliva she locked her focus down and did her best to do as he wished. Ten, twenty seconds went by and she still had about a half inch to go. Carrie’s toes were curling, her fists pulling at the linens, cheeks bulging out trying to not create any gaps around him, but the moment her nose hit his abdomen, Marc let go of her nose and removed his leg, hearing her take a huge breath in.
She got up to her knees between his legs. Her body still looked ravishing as ever. For her good deed he loosened the clamps a bit, oddly enough it made her feel it more as the stinging sensations intensified. Marc sat up halfway, taking his hand to wipe the spit around her mouth, falling back on the bed and covering his cock with her mess. He grabbed the base of his shaft and told her, “Sit on it.”
Marc held himself in place as Carrie crawled up the bed towards him. Wearing nothing but the ripped red stockings, he watched as she climbed on top of him, putting her wet hole on top of it. She let the weight of her body drop down on his cock and it easily slipped in. Carrie was finally where she wanted to be for the past few days. He pulled her towards him and they kissed for a long time as he gently rubbed up and down her back. Marc’s hands played with her hair, then ran his hands up and down the outside of her thighs, coming back to the center to softly squeeze her ass.
Then he began to pump slightly into her. Through their long passionate kissing, it was a gentle stroke, letting the entire length move in and out as his hips pushed down into the mattress and then again up towards the ceiling. After their rough play, Carrie was feeling warm and secure with him easing in and out of her while his big hands caressed her back while her mouth was not fully focused on him. She couldn’t help but begin to rock back and forth with him, wanting some extra feeling during his penetration. Marc began to increase the pace.
For a few minutes they rocked their bodies into each other faster and faster. The three day wait and his aggressiveness resulted in a feeling of intensity that she had never experienced. Every so often Marc would slow down, pulling her hips down far, leaving himself buried as deep as possible before picking back up the pace, their lips not departing each other for even a second. No man ever had her feeling this way and they had hours to go.
Carrie felt so tight around him, and he wanted to feel more of her. Marc grabbed the last few inches of her hair and pulled in the direction away from her head, it forced her to sit up on him. She started to rock on him, sliding her hips towards his chest then back down, her clit touching just enough of his stomach to send her into a frenzy. Marc pulled down on the chain and felt her clench on him inside as she rocked faster. With every pump getting her closer, she reached back grabbing her own ass, trying so desperately to spread her cheeks so it could be fully inside her. Every time she lost her grip, her own fingerprints left tiny white marks where her hands just squeezed.
Having done this before and knowing the feeling of her body, Marc knew that it was not going to take much longer for Carrie to unleash her first orgasm of the day. He traded spots of her hands with his own, spreading her wildly open with much more force that her little hands could. She flopped on his chest as he was now controlling her movements back and forth, the skin between her ass being pulled open vigorously.
Feeling him now in the depths of her pussy no man had ever explored before, she started moaning, “Oh shit, oh shit baby. Ughhhh!” The moaning slowly turned to whimpering as her face started to contort into pre-orgasm mode, “Oh fuck, fuck.” Carrie was now assisting him in riding to completion, her back now twisted upwards to let her entire weight sink into him. He took a small bit of exposed nipple between his teeth, not to bite, but to scrape against the newly sensitive flesh.
Neither of them could see the absolute mess that Carrie was leaking behind, only the increasing sounds they were making as the white butter pushed further down his shaft. She was now nearly silent, only the sounds of her ragged breathing were leaving her mouth as her thighs clamped down hard around him. She was nearly there and begged, “Please, please, can I cum. Please, I can’t hold it. I’ve been daydreaming about this for days”
Marc slowly closed his eyes, gave her a half smile, and just nodded yes. The proverbial green light went on and she could not stop it. Carrie slammed her hands into his chest and started grinding on him with a purpose that left her knees bright red from the friction of the bedspread. The rolling orgasm began, she uncontrollably curled her fingers causing them to dig into his chest. Marc pulled slightly on the clamps and that was all she needed to finish. The intensity between her legs was like none other, the initial contractions around his cock swallowed him inside, her bumpy insides no longer under her control desperately trying to pull him in deeper. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t talk, and eventually the way her body worked, she could no longer stay in that position. Despite his best efforts, even ten men of Marc’s size couldn’t have held her back. Her entire body contracted as her back arched forward, the petite silky legs could no longer hold on to him. She simply flew back, losing control of his cock for a few seconds as her body went crashing back on his legs. Her own legs shooting up towards his shoulders, he grabbed her foot and began to suck and kiss all over. Unable to muster the power to slide him back in, she instead moved back and grinded her clit up and down aided by the goopy white mess left behind to finish off the last few seconds.
As the rapid grinding slowed to a gentle rock, Carrie’s body still shuddered every few seconds. She planted down on top of him, letting his hands resume their massage up and down her back. Her makeup was now half on her, half on him. Everything between her legs was drenched and every time his hands got remotely close to anything below her waist, she twitched to the side. Sprawled out on top of him she finally got the strength to speak, “Who the fuck are you,” she asked. Marc smiled and shushed her, putting his attention to the clips on her chest, slowly unscrewing the tension pin and releasing her chest from its grasp. Her nipples were still smashed into a vertical shape and when he tried to rub them she had to pull away, “Oh fuck, no, no, no, I can’t. Too sensitive.” They both laughed and converged their mouths again until she was able to calm down.
After about five minutes, of course she knew he wanted to cum too. Carrie peeled her body off his, moving to the side, working her hands on him to get him back to being fully hard. Her hands, just like everything else, felt incredible and the blood immediately rushed down, getting it back into form.
Marc got on his side and faced her before kneeling on the bed. Like a ragdoll, he flipped her body on to her stomach then straddled the tops of her legs. Knowing where he needed to go, she raised her ass off the bed, grabbing the sides of her cheeks and spread open for him. He watched intently as she presented her opening for him. Marc slid up on her legs, and then forced his own aching member into her. Using his thighs, he closed her legs shut, feeling the tightness increase around him. Marc started pumping hard without warning, sending her body up and down into the mattress, rocking the whole bed. With every full thrust Carrie moaned out, “Oh shit,” repeatedly.
He put all of his weight into her and she ended up going fully prone. Marc turned her head sideways, brushed the hair off her face, and flattened himself over her entire body, “You don’t need to say anything right now, your pussy will do the talking for you.”
Feeling his entire weight on her with his mouth approaching her neck and ear for kissing, she was totally immobile. Even though she just came, Carrie was unable to not moan with each rise and fall of his hips, not sure how much more of his cock she could take inside her overly sensitive pussy.
Hearing the moans and change in her body language he whispered into her ear, “I’m just getting started. We have a long way to go. Feels good doesn’t it?”
A bit shocked, “What? Ugh,Oh shit, yes it feels good. Shit. Yeah.”
“We’re going to go all afternoon,” he began to fuck her harder, placing a hand on the side of her head, getting back up to his knees, “Who’s pussy is this.”
Not really ever having the ability to cum multiple times in the past, the combination of his words and dick back inside her was surely going to make it possible, “It’s yours. Uhhhhhh! It’s your pussy, every inch of it.” He pumped harder through her new moans and screams, finally taking a rest to come back down to her face, kissing her on the cheek a few times.
Now whispering back into her ear, “How much, all mine?”
Carrie’s body was trembling, “All of it, it’s all yours. Do anything you want to do to it.”
She had now reached back to spread open again for him, feeling him increase his weight on her. Marc was sucking her ear, biting the lobe and pulling on it, “Who gets to see it?”
Carrie assured him, “Only you, only you get to see it now. No one sees it but you, just you. Fuck your pussy.”
Still fully extended inside, he then noticed the newly wrapped toy on the bed, “What about your ass, who does that belong to?”
“Fuuuuck, it’s yours too if you want it. I told you, everything was yours, take my mouth, take my ass, take my pussy, you know it’s all yours.”
Marc reached down to the foot of the bed to grab the plug. He ripped open the packaging and looked down at her tight wrinkled little asshole being spread by her red painted fingers. With the silicone toy in his grip, he licked his index finger, transferring some of his spit while he rubbed around her perfect little hole. Carrie was so extremely tight, his finger struggled to do anything. Seeing the Lola lube on the bed, he flipped open the top, dropped a considerable amount between her cheeks, letting it pool up between his inserted dick and her asshole. He brought the tip of the toy down, rubbing her to get some lube on the edge and started to push.
Carrie, not being an expert on this type of play but knowing to bear down when something was going inside, flexed her ass stiffly for the approaching toy. Her asshole pulsed and the tiny end disappeared just past the wrinkles. She relaxed, unable to control the tight grip she had around his cock, eventually getting past the initial shock and discomfort of the plug. Marc pushed firmly and with the aid of the lube, the bulby end finally got her stretched enough that it just sucked right in and disappeared.
“Oh…my…fucking…god! Wow,” she yelled.
Marc pushed on the heart shaped end with his thumb a few times and resumed his thrusts in their prone position. He continued on for a bit, moving slower this time, but pushing the bright plug frequently, completely enjoying the way it made her swallow his dick inside.
Needing to see her face enjoying every moment, he dismounted her and once again flipped her body over, this time on her back. Carrie raised one leg, holding it below her ankle and watched between her legs as Marc’s thick cock disappeared once again. He got up to speed again, her flexible body able to bring her knee up to her face, the other pointed to the side off the bed. She reached up with both hands now, using all her strength to pull her leg as far back as she could, it felt like his cock was in her chest.
He wanted to make her cum again. Pushing away her hands, he moved her legs far apart, planting his hands behind her knees, pushing hard towards the bed. Carrie grabbed the back of her calves, trying to spread even more for him. For the first time, he saw tiny wrinkles in her stomach forming from being twisted into this position. Each time he pushed in, his hanging balls tapped the end of the plug.
Carrie begged him, “Please Marc, harder! Please give it to me!”
She was now holding the back of her heels, spreading almost the entire width of the bed. He put his hands on the top of her shoulders, keeping her in position while he drilled away between her legs. Her eyes no longer could stay open on their own, she felt like she was high.
He brought her ankles together, toes now pointed straight up. Marc pushed down on the back of her thighs and pushed all the way in, just rocking quickly back and forth while putting her toes into his mouth. Her moaning turned to deep grunting, “Keep going, keep going, don’t stop.”
Marc dropped his entire body back down into her, now wrapping a hand around her neck, thrashing away again. Carrie moved a hand down between her legs and started rubbing her clit, “More, more, more, fuuuuuuck!”
He tightened his grip, holding her in place while trying to go as fast as he could. Both of their bodies had begun to get sticky with sweat. Testing the waters, he slapped the side of her face. Carrie’s eyes closed and told him, “Do it again. Harder!”
His hand made contact with her face again, harder this time but not wanting to leave any evidence of their passionate encounter. She opened her crystal blue eyes at him, looking up at his chest she grabbed it again, pulling at his chest hair, “I’m getting so fucking close again. Make me cum, make your pussy cum again!”
‘You’re getting close are you,” he asked
“Yes, yes, don’t stop, just like that,” she pleaded with him. Marc came to a complete stop after her comment and pulled out. Carrie had a look of shock and disappointment in her eyes. Before she could say a word, he flipped her back over, pulling her hips up and pushing her head into the pillow at the top of the bed. He entered back inside, pushing the plug hard, and giving her the instructions, “You do not cum until I tell you, understand?”
Carrie nodded her head, but that wasn’t sufficient enough for him. He smacked her ass harder than ever, “I don’t hear you.”
“Yes, yes, keep going, I wont cum.”
Marc slapped the other cheek just as hard, “Good girl.”
He only had a few more minutes left in him after seeing another set of bright red handprints forming on her ass. Grabbing them hard, causing wrinkles around her hips that he sunk his fingers into, Marc pulled her body into him while pushing into her with all his might.
Both experiencing some rougher play than they ever had in their lives and fully enjoying every second of it, Marc had a truly devious idea that was surely going to make him explode harder than he could imagine. He saw on the nightstand above her toy drawer a photo of her and her husband. He let go of her body and grabbed it, placing it down right next to her face on the pillow. With a firm hand on the side of her head pushing it into the pillow, another holding the photo he entered overdrive, smashing away at her with fierce intensity, finally bringing up the picture, “Tell him, tell him what I’m doing to his wife.”
Carrie looked at the photo of a vacation they took years ago, thinking back to that week and even then the lack of sex they had when they were away, “He’s fucking me so good,” this turned her on as well as she continued, “he’s fucking me better than you ever could.”
Marc’s body was getting tense, he was almost ready to cum. Holding back just a little longer he continued, “Keep going, maybe I’ll let you cum.”
“Marc’s going to fill his pussy with his cum. It’s not yours anymore. I’m only ever going to fuck him,” she was panting now, struggling for words as her stomach was beginning to stiffen, back arching again, “You’re so fucking pathetic that you wont even know. Oh fuck Marc, let me cum. Please!”
He smacked down hard again, her body stiffened right up, “Almost, keep going, very soon.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes! You hear that. I have to fake it with you almost every time. He…oh my god…yes…Marc, he tells me when to cum, something you can never do.”
Marc lost it and with one final hard hit on her ass, causing what would certainly leave a bruise for days, he shot the first part of his load into her. Each spurt of his goodness forced him to move into her, holding it there a second to pull back for another.
“Yes, fill me up. Deep inside,” still looking at the photo she helped Marc along, “He’s cumming in me again, yes, again. We’ve been doing this for weeks and it’s just getting started. You can’t even dream of the things I will let him do to me. Next time he is going to do what you always wanted and take my ass.”
If Marc hadn’t just unloaded, it certainly would have caused him to explode. He kept on going, now wanting her to have her chance, “Ten seconds, then cum.” She began to push back into him in unison with his own thrusts, “Tell him when you do, five seconds.”
The countdown was almost done, her nipples were sore, her ass ached, and her pussy was throbbing, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, yes, don’t ever stop,” the plug in her ass rapidly pushed in and out and the familiar shaking began. This time Marc pushed down on her back into a prone position, locking his legs around hers, pushing his weight into her body, “He’s making me cum a second t…” She dropped the photo, unable to control her body once again. She shook furiously up into him, side to side, but he managed to hold her down despite the flailing of her arms and legs. He finally let up.
Carrie now felt the weight being lifted off her body, she still was convulsing every few seconds unaided by his touch. It lasted almost a minute before everything finally settled down. She eventually rolled over towards him, running her hands up and down his bare chest. He pulled her in for a kiss and they stayed in the bed for about a half hour, completely exhausted, sweaty, and totally satisfied. She eventually got up to go to the bathroom. Able to look back into the room seeing Marc on the bed, she thought for a moment. Turning around and bending over, spreading to show the plug was still where he left it, she looked out at him over her shoulder then turned on the water to the shower, “Care to join me, we still have lots of time?”
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