1. Erica, Luca & The Legend


    Date: 5/9/2024, Categories: Supernatural, Author: Kee 

    ... dick in you don’t you?!”

Back to full awareness. “Yes! I’m your little slut bitch and I love it. I love your dick and love you fucking me!” That was when he pulled both his dick and the plug out of me. I screamed, “Nooo!”

“Don’t worry, slut. The best is yet to come. Spread those cheeks.”

I was almost an automaton. As soon as I pulled them wide I felt the lube and then his cock head pushing. Pop and he was in. My arms flopped down. If he hadn’t been holding my hips, I would have collapsed. Then the slow in and out. Deeper and deeper. That wonderfully different feeling. The ultimate invasion. The most I could give. As someone once told me, a dick in your ass tended to focus your mind. He’d intently focused mine.

“Oh god, Daddy. Yes, yes. So good. I love it. I love you. I’m your slut. Take my ass. Fuck me. Fuck it and make me cum more. I’m such a cum slut. OH god! That’s it. Do it. Do me, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl. Just let yourself go.”

And I did. When he said that it was like I’d taken a couple Xanax’s. Anal had never felt so good. All I felt was pleasure, toe-curling, thrilling pleasure... and orgasms. God did I ever cum. I think every part of my body was quivering, to one degree or another, as they peaked.

Peaks and valleys, peaks and valleys, until he uttered a guttural growl and jerked me tight to him. I felt his spasmodic spurts as he drained himself into me. I only knew he was finished when he dropped me and I fell, face down, like a sack of ...
    ... potatoes.

He mumbled, “shower” and was gone. A few seconds later I heard the water start. I’d never been so exhausted, so used, but in the best of all possible ways. Time past. I just lay in our bodily fluids, almost unable to move.

Sometime later he came back, again I caught a whiff of Oud Wood. Good god, how did he do it? Then he smacked my ass as he said, “Hey girl, you look like you’ve been through a wringer. Go grab a shower. You’ll feel a hundred times better.”

I admit that made me feel somewhat wimpy. If he had performed with his previous women, like he just did with me, and they hopped right up, they deserved some kind of special reward. Even though offended, I held my tongue. He had potential that was too rare to pass up on one slight affront. So I slowly made my way to an upright position, glared at him as he smiled at me, and went to the shower.

He was right, I did feel better afterward. Also, he’d laid out an apparently new brush and comb, plus a white, warm, soft bathrobe. After toweling my hair damp and combing it straight, I donned the robe. Upon leaving the bathroom I immediately smelled garlic and tomato sauce. Following my nose, I arrived in the kitchen, where he was stirring a pot.

“Erica! You look like a new woman. I thought you might be hungry so I threw together some pasta and bruschetta. The wine is a Chianti. I get from my favorite vineyard in Tuscany. Enjoy.”

What guy does this at 2:00 am? On a first... was this a date or just a fuckfest? Who ...
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