Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

... powerful and dangerous. His huge cock rested between her legs, draped up onto her belly, a visual representation of how deeply he would go inside her. She could feel his cock's weight on her tender belly. Her pussy was drenched, hot, and aching to be filled. Victor pushed her legs up, bending them at the knees. It was the same submissive position she had seen herself in at the spa. The position she had chosen for the first pussy pic she had sent Victor. A position which allowed for deep intimate penetration.

Victor slid his cock back, placing its head at the entrance of her wet, willing pussy. She watched with horrified anticipation, waiting for its plunging entrance, at last, into her womanhood. It didn't come. The cock stayed there, stopped at the entrance. She could feel the heat of the bulbous head on her lips, but no pressure. Her eyes flicked up to Victor's face, and she saw to her horror that he had that old cocky grin.

"What do you want, Kitten?" Victor asked innocently.

"I want to get this over with, asshole," Gina snapped, eyes still passionately locked on Victor's throbbing erection. "Do you want to fuck me or not?"

He ignored the response. "What do you want, kitten?" He said in the same tone.

"I want you to stick your fucking cock in my pussy and stop playing games!" whined Gina, desperate. The thick, rigid pole between Victor's muscled thighs sat motionless, right at the entrance of her pussy. Just one movement. One powerful thrust, and she would ...

... finally feel his powerful cock inside her. Gina licked her dry lips. She had masturbated to this cock so many times. To have it so close, but withheld, was driving her insane.

"Well, if you want me to do something for you, maybe you should ask for it nicely."

Was he serious? Right when they were about to finally fuck, he wanted to play with stupid dominant/submissive mind games? Gina couldn't do it. It wasn't in her. She just had too much pride. She wasn't the sort of woman who could stomach playing along with this chauvinist domination shit. She wasn't the pathetic submissive Victor thought she was.

"P-please..." She heard herself say in a squeaky voice.

"I'm sorry? Please what?"

"Please fuck me. P-please, Victor." Something inside her felt like it had come loose. She couldn't look Victor in the eye. He reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Convince me. Beg."

His deep brown eyes seemed to fill the whole world. Seeing her, compelling her, owning her.

"Please fuck me... M-Master. Fuck your naughty little kitten. I'm begging you. My pussy needs its master's cock."

Their eyes still locked, Gina felt the massive cock head part her dripping pussy lips. It spread her open, pushing inside with a solid burning-hot thickness she had never experienced before. Victor's eyes were still her whole world as his massive black cock pushed deeper than any ever had before, filling and spreading her pale, blushing pussy in a way she had never ...