Page 13 of Her Pucking One Night Stand
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I detest blowjobs.
But when this man orders me to take him, I do. Not that it’s easy. Not only do I have no affinity for this specific sex act, but Spandex’s dick is long and thick as fuck. His pupils are utterly blown, and he’s even dribbling some clear precum, showing me how much he craves this. I’m tentative in my motions, but eventually, I wrap my lips around that massive shaft of his.
And he holds completely still.
I taste the mellow saltiness of him, the warm weight of his length resting on my tongue. But he’s not ramming himself down my throat like Dean frequently did, his cum nearly strangling me as it hits my gag reflex again and again. That’s because Spandex hasn’t come yet. He proceeds to glide in and out of my mouth, but his movements are small, almost calculated.
“Shut your eyes and don’t open them unless I tell you to.”
I comply, but the moment his fingers slip down to my still-soaked core, I’m utterly unprepared for the jolt it sends through me. I gasp sharply as my body tenses in startled anticipation. Then, his finds my clit, circling it with deliberate, sensual strokes that have my nerves lighting up like a live wire. Each movement is unrelenting, building a rhythm that fans the flames of pleasure flicking through me.
Helpless to do anything but fall under his spell, I give in completely, surrendering myself to the delicious torment he has in store.
I don’t know how he does it, but he coaxes a climax out of me with just two fingers gliding over my folds, never even slipping inside. It’s the sheer anticipation, the teasing promise of what’s to come, that shatters my control and sends me plummeting into bliss.
But that’s temporary. While in the midst of the sounds I’m making around him, some sort of cold, hard object is pressed to my center. My eyes fly open, and his grasp on my hair tightens aggressively.
“Shut your eyes,” he demands, and I comply. “That’ll be your only warning. Disobey me again, and you’ll be punished.”
For some odd reason, the threat of punishment begins to turn me on and the moisture from my core intensifies, slicking my inner thighs. I should be worried, but instead, I want it.
“I’m inserting a device to enhance this experience,” he explains. “Spread your legs for me… wider than that.”
I feel the device press against my opening, firm and cool against my heated skin. Without seeing it, I can only imagine its shape—thick, smooth, and teasingly reminiscent of the head of his cock. He pushes it inside, slow and deliberate, inch by inch, the stretch both maddening and delicious as it glides deeper. The anticipation winds tighter in my core, and then I hear it, a soft click. A low hum vibrates to life within me, sendingshivers through every nerve ending. The sensation is wickedly tantalizing, a teasing promise of pleasure that has me clenching instinctively around it. But it’s not enough to tip me over the edge, even with my body already primed and begging from everything the other two have done to me.
But then, he ramps up the speed, and by the time it tops out, I’m mewling like a desperate, needy kitten. Forget what I said before; I know I could climax from this alone.
And just when I think I’ve hit my limit, he surprises me again.
His hand smacks down on my ass, the sharp sting blooming into something wickedly intoxicating. It’s harder than anything Doggie tried, but instead of pain, it ignites pure pleasure. My body arches into it, and I come again, harder this time. The orgasm slams through me in relentless, pulsing waves, leaving me shaking.
I didn’t know that coming this much, this often, was even possible. It’s almost like an out-of-body experience—parts of me are tingling, others feel numb, and some are warm to the touch, feverish even.
It should be too much, but even as worn out as I am, I crave to know what else Spandex will do to me. There’s more—I’m sure of it—and my curiosity burns hotter than my exhaustion. The vibrator tucked inside me hums relentlessly, teasing my most sensitive spots without mercy.
Then he pulls back, slipping his cock from my mouth.
Relief should flood me, but it doesn’t. Instead, a strange ache takes its place—a yearning, a hollow need. I miss the weight of him in my mouth, the connection.I miss him.
“Hold your arms out in front of yourself with your hands clasped together,” he instructs, and I don’t hesitate, despite it making me feel like I might tip off-kilter. Before the unease can fully settle, his strong hands grip me, grounding me. Steadying me.
Then, something silky slides around my wrists, binding them snugly—a smooth, luxurious fabric that feels almost too delicate for what’s to come. Before I can process the shift, he nudges me forward, and I’m left supporting myself by my newly restrained wrists. A cool, slippery sensation trickles down the cleft of my ass, the unexpected touch making me jolt forward. I collide with a solid chest, warm and undeniably Spandex’s. His low chuckle rumbles through me, teasing and electric, as the tension coils tighter in the air between us.
“I’m just going to finger this little pucker of yours,” he tells me in the same tone he might give someone asking for directions to the nearest bodega. “Ever been penetrated back there?”
“No.”
“Good. I want to be the first to steal your innocence.”
The thought makes me clench up, and he tsks. “No, no, Hottie. You need to relax. Breathe in and out in long, slow puffs, and get as loose as you can for me.”
I try as he rubs circles around an area of my anatomy that no one but me has ever touched, and I’ve never even touched it like him. It’s a strange feeling, caught somewhere between curiosity and discomfort, not really pleasure, not really pain. I’m not sure what he’s trying to accomplish, but I don’t think it’s working.
At least not until he revs that vibrator even higher and pokes a finger inside. He tunnels in, deeper and deeper.Is he pressing against that vibrator from inside?Maybe he’s found that mysterious G-spot everyone raves about, because a surge of pure elation crashes over me—stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. My body begins to shake, and when he adds a second finger, twisting just right, I’m hurled into climax number three.
