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My fantasy gets hot as I climb off of him and he has me bend over. In my fantasy, he wastes no time getting inside of me. He doesn’t mess around. He wants to get the job done of bringing me to an orgasm. And it’s hot.
“I wanted to make you cum like that,” he says as I’m on the bed with my ass aimed at him.
I look back at him. “Why didn’t you?”
“Because I’m too horny. I wanted to feel your tight pussy again.” He licks his lips which tells me he really wants me.
I bite my lip and picture him grabbing my hips. His grip is firm and it’s a little rough. He’s thrusting in and out of me, hard. It’s deep and he’s being rough. But I don’t mind and actually find that I really love it.
I grip the vibrator harder and slide it in and out of me faster. The same pace I picture him fucking me at. The same pace I desperately want to feel. The vibrations that are pressed into my clit and the feeling of the vibrator being shoved in and out of me are mixing together and pushing me closer to the edge of a fifth orgasm.
I picture him grabbing my hair which pulls my head back slightly and he starts movi
ng out of me faster. The sound of our skin coming together and our moans fill the air around us.
That’s when I realize how loud I’m really being and I hope no one outside can hear me. And just as I finish that thought, I yell even louder because I’m cumming. I’m cumming, again and it feels so amazing. My body tenses and I black out for a couple of seconds. It’s the most intense orgasm that I’ve had. It’s the most intense orgasm of possibly my entire life.
I start coming down from my climax and I feel my body begin to relax. My breathing slows and my toes uncurl. I lie back, I’m exhausted and though I feel mostly satisfied, I know I won’t be fully satisfied until I can finally feel him inside of me and I can finally come on him. But I figure my vibrators and imagination will have to do for now.
I sit up and put the vibrator back into my nightstand, sure I won’t need it anymore tonight.
I have never had that many orgasm’s before in my life. “Thank you, Carter,” I say aloud. As if he could hear me. But it was him who I owed a thank you to, because of him I was able to have intense orgasms.
Then I walk over to my closet and go inside. There I select some comfortable clothes to wear. I’m ready to try and get some sleep.
My legs can barely hold my weight up, but I’m dying of thirst. My mouth is dry from how much I had been breathing heavily and moaning for the last few hours. I have never put this much work into pleasing myself and I have to admit that it feels nice. Though I’m a little sore, I know I enjoyed myself.
I go into the kitchen, grab a glass and fill it with water. I chug the glass and set it on the counter. I feel better, but my mind drifts to Carter. I can’t help it. It’s almost as if he has some magnetic pull over me. I think about how he was looking at me when I was in my black dress. I loved the way he looked at me. Like he wanted me, he desired me.
I shake my head. I can’t allow myself to think about him anymore tonight. I need to get some sleep. I figure there’s always tomorrow for more play time. That is unless, I can get him to fuck me tomorrow. I shake my head, again. The thought almost all consuming like the desire I had earlier. I’m glad the feeling isn’t as intense anymore. It means I should be able to sleep better tonight.
As I lay back down into my bed and get comfortable, I make a mental note to grab extra batteries from the store the following day. If we can’t have sex, I’m going to need to be stocked up on batteries.
As I drift off to sleep, my brain is taken over once again by Carter and his dick. I have a dream where he fucks me in every single hole. More than once and we both cum. He cums on me. And my orgasm is more intense than the others. My body is tense and then numb and then finally relaxed.
I wake up very early in the morning; I have another orgasm. In total I’ve now had six in a five hour time period. And finally, when I drift to sleep this time, I’m not dreaming of anything.
Carter
Stepping into my luxurious shower and under the hot stream of water, my mind goes straight to Ashley. Exactly where it’s been for the last week. I only have eight weeks to go. I can do this. Right?
I roll my head around on my neck. The muscles are so tense, both from the insane workout I just completed and from the stress of knowing how hard these next weeks are going to be. I haven’t seen her since the night at the restaurant, but Chase confirmed that she’s going to be on the show for the rest of the season—if we don’t sleep together. That’s going to be fucking hard, but I can do it, especially if she’s my prize at the end of it all.
Maybe all I need to loosen some of this tension is a quick hand job. My fist circles my cock—it’s so rock-hard right now just thinking about Ashley and her sexy-as-sin body—and pumps up and down with a few slow strokes.
My head tips back and I groan. Oh, fuck.
It’s not going to take me long. I picture her sweet little ass, her huge and perfect tits bouncing, and my cock stiffens even more, so hard it’s almost painful, aching for release. I tighten my fist around the thick, twelve-inch shaft and pump faster, bracing myself on the shower wall as I feel my balls tighten, my orgasm so close. I imagine coming all over Ashley’s glorious tits, then I imagine what it will feel like to sink into that hot, wet pussy.
Just as my orgasm is on the verge of ripping through me, the door to my bathroom bangs open.
I spin around and see Chase and the camera crew striding in.
“Dude, what the fuck?” I yell, my cock bouncing around as I let it go and step out of the shower, water running down my body. Jesus Christ, they’re just going to fucking walk in while I’m jerking off?
“Sorry, Carter,” Chase says, though he looks more amused than sorry. “You can’t jerk off now.”
“The fuck I can’t,” I bite out. “Get the fuck out of here, dude. Seriously.”
