AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It came free with a slurp, loud in the quiet room. Her face was flushed again, her embarrassment at the inelegant sound clear.
“Nasty,” he said mildly, testing. Her flush deepened, and she was looking everywhere but at him. “Look at me, Amanda.”
The command in his voice had her gaze snapping back, her eyes filled with need and pain and the delicious sheen of shame that until today he’d have sworn he had no interest in seeing there.
Even after fourteen years, she could still surprise him.
“Are you going to come again or not?” he demanded, forcing himself to stick to the script. He was ready to finish the scene, to come himself then spend the rest of the evening taking care of his wife, but he wanted to do it right.
“I can’t,” she whispered, despair turning the words into a sob. “I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t.”
“I don’t care,” he said, and saw her eyes go wide with shock. He hadn’t snapped or snarled, and somehow the words had even more punch without the force of emotion behind them. “Grab your legs and hold them back.”
She obeyed, her hands sliding behind her knees automatically, though she still stared at him in shock. She pulled until her knees touched her breasts, wincing when they brushed against the clamps still on her nipples. He made a mental note to get them off soon, then returned his attention to her pussy, on full display between her open thighs.
“Look what you’ve done to yourself, Amanda,” he said, forcing his voice to deliberate coldness when it normally would’ve vibrated with reverence.
God, she was beautiful. Red and wet, swollen and open, her cunt looked as though it had taken a serious pounding—which he supposed it had—and was eager for more. The little patch of pubic hair decorating her mound glistened, the hair matted in places from lube and sweat and the thick, slick wet of her come.
“What a greedy little fuck hole,” he said in the same cold, impersonal tone. “It’s still open, Amanda. You fucked yourself so hard I can see right inside you.”
And he could, the pretty pink just inside her pussy on full, glorious display. He leaned forward, his hand wrapped around his dick, and slapped the swollen head against that pouty opening.
Her groan was like a song. He did it again, luxuriating in the feel of her hot, sticky flesh against his straining cock. Fluid drooled out of the tip, spattering on her bright pink labia with the next smack, and for a second, he thought about getting up to find his phone to capture it. But she was near her limit, and he wanted to come.
“I’m going to fuck you, Amanda,” he told her, and, picking up the condom, used his voice to cover the sound of ripping foil. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to come one more time, aren’t you?”
She shook her head, her eyes glued to his face, not even noticing when he rolled on the condom. “I can’t, I really can’t.”
“Then it’ll be a very long time before you do it again,” he reminded her, and watched her face twist in shame and frustration. He picked up the lube, making no attempt to disguise the sounds of the cap opening, or of the lube squirting out of the tube into his hand. He slicked up his cock, stroking it slowly, the sound of it loud and lewd. She relaxed fractionally at the sound, gratitude shining from her eyes, and he knew she assumed he was lubing up so he could make fucking her battered pussy more comfortable for her. He let her think it, let her relax even more as he added more lube. Satisfied it would be enough, he wiped his hand on her pussy and rose to his knees.
“Keep your legs back,” he told her, letting his dick fall against her open cunt, smacking the tender flesh. He dragged it down, dipping the head into her open, gently pulsing hole a scant inch, just a tease, then slid it down to the slick, untouched pucker of her anus and grinned when her eyes flare wide with surprise.
“What, you didn’t think I was going to fuck your cunt, did you?” He forced a laugh, watching her eyes, the set of her mouth for signs of distress or rejection. The worry that edged into her eyes didn’t bother him—he’d be worried if she wasn’t a little anxious. “I want a tight fuck, and that slutty hole is probably so wide open right now, I wouldn’t even feel it.”
She jerked against him as the words hit, and he thought for a moment that he’d gone too far. He waited, his heart in his throat, ready to pull the plug and spend the rest of the night apologizing at the first hint of a safeword. Then she said his name on a long, low moan, the way she always did when she was so worked up she couldn’t remember to call him Sir any longer, and he knew she was with him.
He leaned into her, pressing his cock into her tightly puckered hole, grunting with satisfaction when it gave way. He slipped inside her an inch, then two, grunting again at the way the muscle spasmed around him, squeezing and fluttering as she adjusted to the invasion. He pulled out with apop, watched her asshole flutter closed, then pushed inside again.
He did it several more times, going deeper and deeper with each intrusion, stopping to add more lube before going in again. Soon, when he pulled out, her anus wasn’t closing all the way, staying open and ready for him to burrow back in, and he let out a low laugh.
“Another greedy little hole,” he choked out, gritting his teeth. He slid all the way home this time, not stopping until his balls were pressed against her upturned cheeks. “That’s what you are, isn’t it? Just a collection of greedy little holes for me to fuck.”
Her eyes were locked on his face, her asshole spasming around him. He leaned forward, shoving himself a fraction of an inch deeper, grinding his abdomen against her swollen, open pussy, just to make her do it again.
“Oh God,” she whispered, her feet kicking into his shoulders as her ass flexed and pulsed on his dick. He knew he wouldn’t last long at this rate. He could already feel the tickle along the base of his spine, in his balls. Determined to take her with him, he leaned back a bit when he pulled out, and set his hand on her cunt.
“No!” She jerked hard at the contact, but she was pinned down, and there was nowhere to go.
“Yes,” he countered, and, determined to make her come one more time, shoved two fingers into her cunt.
“Ohfuck,” she groaned. He pumped them in and out quickly, a counterpoint to the slow, measured advance and retreat of his cock. He stroked his fingers against his cock through the thin wall separating pussy and ass, and it was almost unbearably erotic.
He was close, too close, but Amanda wasn’t.
“Put your feet on my shoulders and let go of your legs,” he told her, grunting a little when she complied. Her legs were strong from the gym and the half marathons she liked to run, and he knew she was fully capable of kicking him right off the bed if she chose.
He sank his cock back into her ass, just a little bit faster than before, and pulled his fingers free of her clutching pussy. He couldn’t help smiling when she moaned in disappointment, then stiffened with renewed trepidation when he laid his hand at the top of her mound, just above her clit. “Put your hands on your tits and squeeze.”
