Unspoken Pleasure

Like the submissive slut she was, always willing to please, she bobbed her head back and forth on it while still rubbing her clit.

A naughty thought popping in my head, I waited till the very last second to pull out and spray cum all over my beautiful MILF girlfriend. I came buckets, hitting her chin, lips, nose, forehead and hair. Like the eager cum-slut she was, she opened her mouth wide, trying to catch my tasty seed.

I ordered, “No, my little cum-slut, I want to see your face dripping with your Master’s cum.”

“Yes, Master, whatever you wish,” she obediently replied, sitting on her knees, looking radiant and slutty at the same time.

“Sit still,” I ordered, as I reached over the couch and grabbed my phone. “Pose pretty for the camera.”

Her trust in me was stunning as she obeyed, smiling with a joy that no one could fake. I took picture after picture as she posed. She then surprised me again with her willingness to please: “Why don’t you switch to video, Master?”

I did and videotaped the girl who had long inspired years of my cum-stained underwear fantasies as she posed for the video and after a few seconds began cleaning her face with her fingers and sexily placing my sticky cum between her lips. “Hmmmmm, your cum tastes so delicious Master, especially after your cock was in my ass for so long.” She swirled her tongue around her finger, savoring my goo. Again speaking to me, “So Curtis, may I come again?”

“Yes you may, Miranda Collington,” I replied, using her name on camera.

Staring at the camera, she agreed, “Thank you, Master Curtis. I am Miranda Collington, and I would say it is definitely hot in here.” She frantically rubbed her hot box before looking away from the camera with a devious smile. She got up, grabbed an empty wine bottle from our drunken bender last night and returned to her submissive position on the floor. Placing the bottle standing up, she asked me, her sexy smile so deviously naughty that my cock began to stiffen again (truth be told it had never really shrunk) and asked me, “May I fuck myself with this bottle, Master Curtis?”

“Fuck, yes,” I grunted, in awe of what she was about to do… on camera… for me.

The awe continued as she stood up, bent her knees in a way very few limber eighteen-year-olds could do and slowly lowered herself onto the wine bottle. I let out a gasp as the top of the bottle began to disappear inside my girlfriend’s cunt.

“Hmmmmm, yes,” she moaned, never looking away from the camera. “Does baby like?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, captivated by her naughtiness.

The whole neck had vanished inside her, but she continued to lower herself onto the widened part of the bottle.

“Shit,” she whimpered, as her cunt was spread open, “Is my baby turned on yet?”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Rock hard, baby,” I grunted, my left hand stroking my cock as I filmed with my right.

“Good,” she moaned as impossibly, she began moving up and down on the bottle.

I taped the erotic scene that would make me a millionaire if I were to sell it to any porn company, something I would never do of course, wondering when I should join in.

She continued to ride the wine bottle, her left hand holding it in place as she picked up the pace. “Oh shit, baby, I want to come for you. I want this to be your special video for when we aren’t together.”

I began pumping my cock as Miranda’s declaration turned me on and her moans increased. For the next couple of minutes we both fucked ourselves, she with the bottle and I with my hand. Miranda got animated again, showing her orgasm was imminent. “Are you going to come for me again, Master?”

“Yes,” I grunted, getting close myself.

“On my tits?” she questioned.

“Or on my face again?”

“Or do you want to shoot your delicious cum between my cock sucking lips?” she teased.

“Wherever you want it,” I answered, my balls beginning to boil again.

“Will you cum in my cunt while I’m coming around your cock, baby?” she asked.

“Fuck, yes,” I agreed; I would agree to anything for this woman.

She repositioned herself on her back on the floor and pumped the wine bottle in and out of her cunt with her left hand while frantically rubbing her clit with her right, all the while looking up at me. “I’m so close baby, tell me when to come, Master. I need you to own me Curtis, tell me you own me, please,” she begged.

Obviously wanting to make this video even hotter for me, she repeated her earlier pleading. I was forever thankful to get these words on camera and responded with authority. “Yes, my slut. I own those lovely cock sucking lips of yours, I own your tight ass, I own your perky breasts and I own that cunt of yours. I own all three of your fuck holes. You are mine. Is that understood, my slut, my whore, my personal cock sucker, my submissive pet?”

“Oh yes, oh yes, fuck Master, I’ve been dying to hear those words from you,” she declared, shoving an inconceivable amount of the wine bottle inside her cunt.

“Come now, my slut,” I demanded, wanting to watch her come.

In seconds the crescendo of bliss quaked through her and she screamed, “I’m coming, Masteeeer, fuuuuuck!”

I watched and filmed for a few more seconds before I put the phone down, joined her on the floor, pulled out her crazy fuck toy and replaced it with my cock. I pounded her as hard as I could and as fast as possible while her orgasm shuddered through her.

“Oh yes baaaaaby, come in me, please fill me up,” she begged and moaned, still coming, as she wrapped her stocking-clad legs around me and pulled me deeper inside her as we melded into one.

Her nasty words, her hot actions, her stocking legs wrapped around me were too much and I exploded my fourth load of the day, my third into or onto her as I leaned in and kissed her with the hunger of a man in love. She returned the kiss with an equal passion as I pumped stream after stream of my cum inside her cunt.

Exhausted, I lay on top of her as we both finished our earth-shaking orgasms, our lips never breaking contact with each other.

I don’t know how long we lay on the floor, my cock slowly shrinking, still inside her, our tongues exploring every crevice of each other’s mouths before I felt a cramp. I broke the kiss and jumped up to stretch my leg.

Miranda laughed. “Considering how long your two-hundred-pound frame was laying on me, shouldn’t I be the one stretching my legs?”

I reached down and pulled her up. “Stretch away,” I smiled.

“That was the most intense sexual experience of my life,” Miranda said as she looked me in the eyes, her dazed and completely satisfied expression making it clear she wasn’t just saying that.

“I bet you say that to all the guys you fuck whose Mom is your Mistress,” I joked, playing on her earlier words.

“Just you, baby,” she replied, kissing me. When she broke the kiss, her tone turned abruptly to soft and sweet with just a hint of insecurity as she told me, “I think I’m falling in love with you, Curtis.”