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“You’re mine, Ash,” I tell her, my cock sliding out from her pussy. “Your mouth, your tits, your pussy … all mine. Say it.”
“My mouth is yours…” She repeats, and I give her one hard thrust. “My tits are yours.” One more thrust. “And my pussy is…” I don’t even let her finish: I just thrust as hard as I can, the last part of her sentence replaced by a moan through gritted teeth.
“That’s it. Now I want you to come for me…” I whisper in her ear, pistoning my cock as fast and hard as I can. She claws at my chest, tugging on my shirt harshly, and then buries her mouth on my shoulder, muffling a scream of ecstasy as she comes. Is there a sound more beautiful than this? I could hear her come endlessly… There’s something magical about her voice, something that just reels me in. I think back to my phone calls with her, when I pose as King Henry, and I feel more boiling blood racing to my cock. To imagine her home alone, wearing nothing more than sexy lingerie while she fingers herself hearing my voice… It’s almost enough to make me go insane.
I tuck one stray lock of hair behind her ear, my thrusts slowing down. Pulling my cock out of her pussy, I grab her by the waist and make her turn around before she even has the time to resist it. I press her against the wall, once again lifting her dress up to her waist. This time I don’t simply flick her thong to the side… Oh, no, I push it down her legs and then I bend over to pick it up. Grabbing it between my fingers, I rise up, my cock brushing against her naked buttocks. I take her underwear to my face and breath in her scent, my cock pulsing against her ass.
“I’m keeping this as a souvenir,” I tell her, pushing her thong into my pocket. “I might want to remember this later tonight…”
She says nothing; as a response she simply pushes her ass at me, my cock trapped between her cheeks. Swaying her body, she strokes me like that until I can’t take it anymore. I grab my cock and point it down, pushing it between her thighs until I feel the warm touch of her labia. Lacing her waist with one arm, I simply thrust, my shaft pushing through her inner lips and once again feeling the warm embrace of her insides.
I grit my teeth as I fuck her, my thighs slapping her ass as I ravage her body. My cock going in and out of her, I press my mouth against her ear, breathing hard.
“I’m going to cum inside of you. I’m going to fill you up until it starts dripping down your legs… And, since I took your thong, I’m going to have to lick you dry,” I tell her, bucking my hips at her until my whole body feels on the verge of exploding.
“Oh… my… God…” She mutters, the words coming out of her like a quivering moan. It only makes me go harder. I go so hard I feel my legs cramping up, her whole body suddenly becoming as tense as mine. One final thrust and that’s it; I can’t hold it in me anymore. Breathing out harshly, I feel my cock spasming violently and I come, my warm semen gushing inside of her.
As I start to come, her pussy becomes even tighter around my shaft and she leans forward against the wall, hissing like a feral cat. She’s trying hard not to scream, an orgasm as violent as my own raging through her petite body. I close my eyes as we surrender to the avalanche of pleasure that engulfs us, our bodies just a tiny vessel in a sea of sin and ecstasy.
Fuck, I must have been crazy to fuck her in a place like this, where anyone could see us! But we got lucky, no one caught us—my cock finally giving its last spams, I slide it out from her pussy. I make her turn around again, her body almost limp as she tries to catch her breath. Before she even opens her eyes, I’m back on my knees, holding her dress up with my hands as I lean in toward her pussy.
Thick strands of cum hang on her labia, beads of it already dripping down her legs at a steady pace. I part my lips, my tongue reaching for one drop of semen as it slides down her thigh. I scoop it up, tracing the way to her pussy. There, I open my mouth and suck on her labia, my tongue licking the salty juices that have just left my cock.
I don’t stop until my mouth is brimming with cum, and then I just swallow it. I don’t even think about it; I just fucking do it. And then I lick her dry, my tongue brushing against every inch of her pussy until there’s nothing left to lick. Slowly, I pull back and go to my feet, letting go of her dress and allowing it to fall down, covering her.
I kiss her tenderly, her tongue dancing around mine as she takes in the flavor of my cum into her mouth. We lock eyes, then, and I know that whatever happened before we got into this alley, won’t be resolved tonight—everything in due time. I push my boxer briefs and pants up, tuck my shirt in, and give her a broad gentle smile.
“Let’s get out of here,” I tell her. Arm-in-arm, we waltz into the street again, my cock twitching as I remember rather indecently what I have stuffed down my pocket: Ashley’s wet underwear.
*
“Hi, this is Misty, who am I talking to?” Ashley says, her voice coming at me like the most perfect sound in the whole universe. Yes, I’m calling her again—you can keep that judgmental look to yourself. It’s stronger than me.
Last night, after our quick dirty romp in a back alley, I got her a cab home and took another one myself. I tried to get some sleep, but all I managed to do was lay around in bed wide awake, tossing and turning while memories of her tight pussy floated around my mind. Eventually, I just got up; I picked my pants from the floor and took her used thong from inside my pocket, bringing it up to my face so that I could breath her scent in. That was all it took for my cock to stiffen—just feeling the soft fabric on my fingers made me ache for release again. Remember when I told you that Ashley makes me insatiable? This is what that means.
Alone in my bedroom, I just had to jerk myself, my eyes closed as I pictured her delicious naked curves. You know, I couldn’t even remember the last time I masturbated like that; whenever I had an urge, I could just pick some random hot woman and fuck her brains out. But not anymore, not since I first laid eyes on Ashley… Now I can’t bring myself to fuck anyone else, my cock suddenly going monogamous. That’s a first for me.
So, yeah, don’t judge me if the first t
hing I did after waking up was sit down on my couch and pick up the phone. A man can only resist so much, after all.
“Who do you think?” I say, pressing the phone against my ear as I mouth the words with my grave King Henry voice. I almost feel like the Batman, juggling two identities, one that makes Ashley come with my cock, and another that does it using just words.
“It’s you, Henry. I’ve been… waiting for your call,” I hear her say, her purred words making my heart pump warm blood straight to my cock. It gets hard, tenting my pants as I lean back against the couch.
“Have you? I don’t know if I believe you, Kitten. After all, you’ve been fucking other guys while you keep on taking my calls,” I say, propping my feet up on the coffee table as I rest my hand over my crotch, feeling my hard bulge with the tip of my fingers. I just can’t help but ask her about… well, me. But, for a few seconds, there’s only silence on the other side of the line.
“It’s true, sir… I spent all night thinking of you,” she tells me, her voice letting through a hint of Ashley’s true personality. There’s honesty there, she’s no longer playing a character. Somewhere along the way, King Henry has stripped Ashley out of her Misty persona.
“Is that so, Kitten? And what did you think about?”
“I thought of… The way you make me feel. I get so very wet whenever you take control." “I know you do. Now tell me, Kitten… What are you wearing right now?” I start massaging my cock over the fabric of my pants, taking my time with it. Hell, I never thought I’d be one of those guys who does this—calls a phone line so that they can get off. But with Ashley… There are no limits to what I will or will not do.
“I’m wearing a tiny little robe… And underneath it, an even tinier black lace thong,” she tells me, my fingers curling around my bulging. “No bra.” Christ, this is insane.
“I like that, Kitten. I like that a lot. But I would prefer you naked…” I say, drawling out the last part of my sentence as I imagine her there, lying in bed with only her thong on. “Take if off.”
“Yes, sir,” she purrs, and then there’s a long silence, followed by the sound of her moving about. She is actually taking her clothes off; this is not some imagination carrousel. “I am naked now.”
