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Just Call Me...Lover.
Date: 8/15/2024, Categories: BDSM Author: Piquet
... strings of saliva hanging from her chin, she withdrew my shaft long enough to say, “Fuck my mouth up against the wall.” I gently set her beautiful head up against the wall and held her still with a hand on each side. Staring at the centuries-old wall, I fucked her face as she moaned and gurgled with every thrust. Her mouth was mine to use and I rapidly found my mind focusing on the sensual mechanics of pleasure created by her lips, cheeks, tongue and palate. I fucked her slowly at first then slid in harder and faster as her lips clamped around my shaft. My hips swayed with greater and greater force until I felt my balls tingle and retract. A face formed in my imagination; a dark face of beautiful intensity and fathomless black piercing eyes. It spoke. “Fuck that trashy little mid-western mouth-cunt, lover, fuck it hard!” I groaned and opened my eyes, hoping to dispel the vision but then I felt a supple set of fingers massaging my balls and another set pumping my shaft with the object of making me blow into the sucking mouth at the other end. Blow I did; pressing my forearms high against the wall to steady myself and flexing my thighs and hips as rope after rope of my male cocktail fired deep into her mouth. I was conscious of the fact that she had swallowed it all and when I finally looked down, she was busily cleaning and pumping every last drop out of me. She stood up once she had finished, still licking her lips and I finally became fully aware again of ...
... her tall, lithe body, and her warm and wholesome presence. “Mouth-cunt?” “Oh...I'm sorry, I said that. I don't know what came over me.” “No, I love it. It makes me feel extra sexy and naughty. That's how you always make me feel. Nobody ever talked like that to me back home.” I didn't reply but smiled at her as she led me to bed. She lay down and spread her legs enticingly. - “I've spent far too long being Miss Missouri Goody-Two-Shoes. Now come here and taste this delicious, succulent...cunt.” ~~~~~~ Next morning, I awoke from the raki-induced haze that clouded my brain to find a naked Jacqueline looking at her hair in the mirror. Flicking it this way and that and turning her head from side to side as though trying to decide which side was more photogenic. She caught a hint of movement in the reflection and turned briefly. “Oh, good morning, or should I saykalimera.” “Kalimerato you too,” I replied groggily. “What are we going to do today?” “Um...I don't know. The cinema is showing the new James Dean film I think.” “Hey, do you think I should dye my hair black? When in Greece...” “No.” ~~~~~~ Early the next day, I took a trip into town to extend Jacqueline's visa. She had decided to stay another two months with me and I could not have been happier. A few simple forms and a mere couple of thousand drachmas later, I had a new visa for her. We had picked some choice pomegranates the previous day and when I entered the house, I saw a ...