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A Wolfe's Escapade [2/2]

Down the hole they go.
She opened her legs wider as I lowered my hips. Her eyes followed and she held a tight grip on me, not wanting to let go until I was inside of her. Watching closely, she moved her hand away only once I slipped into her wet folds and disappeared. I pressed in slowly, pushing as deep as I could before grinding gently. Satisfied with our erotic connection, she laid her head back and lifted her eyes to meet mine, a soft glaze returning to her expression.

“Finally,” she whispered.

I smiled and began moving my hips slowly, getting a feel for her and finding a steady rhythm. We moved at that steady pace and simply enjoyed the pleasure as time rolled on around us, kissing and exploring as much as we wanted. As we silently let our pleasure build, I finally began approaching my edge. Kissing her neck, I whispered a soft tease into her ear.

“I'm going to cum inside of you.”

She trembled as her legs wrapped around me. “Yes.”

“I'm going to fuck you,” I said, “and fill you up with my cum.” My hips began moving faster, her legs clamped tight to pull me back in as deep as possible with every thrust.

“Fuck yes.”

“A man you've never met is about to fill you with his cum.”

“Oh my god,” she groaned. Her pussy tightened with my verbal attacks, and my pace increased with every thrust.

“A perfect stranger,” I whispered into her ear, panting a bit myself.

“Perfect.”

“You don't even know my name, you slut, and I'm going to fill you with my cum.”

“Oh my god yes,” she moaned and snapped. “Fuck me. Use me. Cum inside me, you fucking animal. A stranger is in your bed giving you everything. Cum for me!” She clamped her legs tighter around my hips and dug her nails into my back. “Dump your cum in my hungry little pussy!”

Shit,” I growled. I bit down on her neck just to distract myself from the edge she pushed me towards.

“Oh fuck yes,” she screamed in turn. “Hurt me and fuck me!” She raked her nails up my back, causing me to growl into her neck and clamp my teeth down harder. I thrust into her as rough as I dared, holding myself on edge. “Cum inside me and make me cum. Cum inside me and make your filthy little slut cum for you. Make me cum,” she screamed as she pulled my hair. “Make me . . . oh fuck, cum for me!”

I stopped holding back and surrendered, thrusting as deep as I could. All rhythm was lost to grinding and squirming as a powerful orgasm ripped through me.

Fuck me,” she growled. “I'm cumming.”

She returned my grinding and writhed beneath me, losing control of her body as the strongest orgasm yet took her. I held her down with my teeth and embrace, holding my cock deep inside her as she spasmed and milked every drop out of me.

We lay against each other in a tight embrace, connected in an intimate way as aftershocks and a warm afterglow spread through us both. Time passed by as we relaxed and enjoyed our warmth.

“You're hard,” she whispered after a while.

“Yes, I am.”

“It didn't go soft and slip out.”

“No, it didn't.” I kissed her neck and nuzzled my cheek against hers.

“Damn you,” she said. “I could get addicted.”

“To having a strangers cum inside you?”

“No, dummy. Well, maybe. . . ”

I chucked and nipped at her ear.

Ah,” she shivered. “No, Sir, I mean. . .” She rubbed her hands over my back, tracing the marks she left behind earlier. “I mean I could get addicted to you.”

I raised my head to look into her eyes, offering a smile. She looked expectant, wondering what I would say to her confession of passion. My mind raced with a million answers, but all of them would spoil the mood. Fuck it, I thought as I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips parted for me and I caressed her cheek, holding her body against me and still holding myself deep inside of her pussy as our tongues danced. I kissed her passionately, answering her unspoken questions with action instead of unsteady words. She moaned and writhed under me, returning my passion and squeezing her pussy around me.

As our kiss waned, I rose again to look into her eyes. She had a content, happy expression as I rubbed my thumb over her cheek. “I'm not done with you just yet, my slut.”

She smiled. “I hope not, my Master.”

I chuckled and lifted myself up slowly. It felt odd being called that by a stranger. But it feels good. I sat on my knees and slowly pulled out of her, watching my cum follow. I wasn't soft, but not quite as erect as before either. I knew my body, though, and began calculating how to push things further.

My hand touched her pussy and she shivered as my fingers wiggled their way inside. I scooped up as much cum as my fingers could hold, and held her lustful gaze as I brought them to her lips. She moaned and tasted our mixture.

“Cocktail a le Stranger,” I said. “Made of pure, one hundred percent mixed cum of people who have never met.”

She giggled as her tongue cleaned every drop from my fingers. “It's delicious.”

“We're going to make more in a minute,” I said. “But we're going to do something else first.”

She grinned. “And what would that be?”

I smiled warmly, holding an intense stare while my hand wandered down to her breasts. “I'm going to bind you and spank you until your ass is red, my slut.”

Her eyes widened. “Spanking?”

“Spanking.”

“You're gonna have your hands all over my cute little ass?” she asked in a coy, adorable tone.

“All over,” I smiled.

“You're gonna slap my ass and pussy with your strong hands and leave your mark to remind me of the sexy stranger that hurt me and fucked me and filled me up with his delicious cum?”

“I'm going to mark you,” I growled. Damn, this woman had a mouth. My cock began to regain its firmness just from her teasing.

She grinned as I toyed with her nipple, happy that she was getting to me. “Please do,” she said. “Spank me and mark me, hurt me real good so you can fuck me and fill me with cum again.”

I smirked, enjoying the game as much as she did. I once again lowered my tone, commanding and authoritative. “Roll over, bitch.”

She gasped at the sudden change in tone and word, not moving.

I slapped her thigh hard enough to leave a light hand print, even as I made a mental note regarding the word I used and its affect on her. She jumped and squealed, holding my gaze as her eyes widened. “Roll over!”

She quietly obeyed, moving away from me and rolling onto her belly.

“On your hands and knees,” I said as I moved to the night stand. I grabbed a couple of large snap hooks before moving into position behind her. “Head down. Give me your hands through your legs.”

She obeyed, and her wrists were at rest next to her ankles. I'd ignored them for a while, but I was glad I'd left her shackles on. I took one snap hook and connected it to her right wrist, moving it into position to clip the other end to the shackle onto her left ankle. In a moment the other wrist followed, and she laid securely bound with her ass in the air.

“Now,” I said slowly as my hand stretched over her ass, “I am going to hurt you.”

She shivered. “Yes. Spank me, Sir. I've been a wicked girl and I need a good hard spanking.”

I smiled. So we'll play that game, huh. “You have been terrible, girl.” I rubbed my hand over her cheeks. “Do you have any idea what you've done?”

“Yes,” she said. “I let my friend tie me to her lovers bed, gag me and blindfold me.”

I squeezed her ass. “But that isn't all, is it?

“Oh no, I did much worse than that.”

“Tell me what you did, you slut.”

“When her lover came home, he found me tied up on his bed and his woman nowhere in sight.”

“And what did he do?” I pressed, letting my hand rub over her pussy.

She moaned before she replied. “He teased me, touched me and felt of me. He was so fucking good, he made me cum like the filthy little slut that I am.”

“Tut, tut,” I said. “Letting a man you've never met finger you. Such a slut.”

“Yes, and more!” she jumped as I lightly slapped at her clit.

“More?” I asked innocently.

“Lots more, Sir.” She wiggled her ass. I suppressed a chuckle as I smacked her cheek. Not enough for a proper spanking, but enough to make her want more. “Oh,” she moaned. “Lots more. Then he untied me and held me. He kissed me and pushed me to my knees. I sucked his cock, and he held my head and fucked my throat. He came in my mouth and – oh!”

I spanked her left cheek hard, finally giving her a good dose of pain. “You're such a slut. Doing all of this with a perfect stranger.”

“All that and more, Sir!” She squealed the last word as my hand came down again, striking the right cheek.

“How much are you willing to do with a man you've never met, you slut?”

“Everything!” she yelled. “After I swallowed his delicious cum, he ate my pussy and made me cum agai—ah!” Her ass jumped as my hand came down again, moving back to the left side. “And then he fucked me!” she continued as I struck her right cheek again.

“No condom, I bet.” I massaged her ass, rubbing in the sting as well as warming her up for more.

“No, he just thrust into me and fucked me and—ah, ah!” I struck again, hitting each cheek once.

“And what? You just let a perfect stranger fuck you bareback? I bet you let him cum inside you, too.”

“Yes, yes!” she screamed. Her pussy was soaked and practically dripping down her thighs, and I was no longer anywhere near soft. I struck her ass twice again, once for each side. “Oh fuck yes,” she moaned. “He pounded me and fucked me hard and came deep inside my slutty pussy,” she continued.

“Such a wicked girl,” I said while striking her ass again, alternating from side to side.

“Yes! I'm a wicked little slut, I—oh fuck,” she squealed as I struck her pussy.

“You most certainly are. And wicked sluts need good spankings.”
“Oh my god yes,” she moaned. I struck her ass again, once for each cheek and with a bit more strength than before. “Fuck,” she groaned. “Yes!”

“You know what else wicked sluts need?” I asked while rubbing her ass, enjoying the reddened glow.

“What?” she asked, hoping she knew the answer.

“More cum in their slutty pussy,” I said. Before she could reply my cock was against her lower lips and disappearing inside of her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “Fuck yes. Fuck me!” she screamed as I leaned over her. I grabbed her hair and lifted her head slightly. She couldn't see me, but I made sure she could hear me.

“I'm going to fuck you plenty, slut. I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to hurt you more, I'm going to make you scream and I'm going to make you cum.”

“Fuck!” she screamed as I began pumping my hips, holding nothing back.

“I'm going to cum inside your pussy.”

“Yes!”

I groaned as I pulled her hair and dug my nails into her hips for leverage. I gave all my strength to my hips, thrusting into her as deep and as roughly as I could. She lost her sense for words and screamed nonsense, and admittedly I had trouble speaking myself.

“Fucking cum for me,” I yelled with the loudest animal voice I could find. “You dirty slut! Cum on a strangers bare cock!”

Oh my god,” she screamed as her body tightened.

“Cum, cum, cum!” I shouted. “Cum, you filthy little cum slut!”

Whatever sound it was that left her, it was no word of any language I knew. She screamed, a deep and primal scream that expressed things no word could. Her pussy tightened and spasmed around me, but I wasn't even close to the edge. I simply enjoyed the feeling as I thrust into her relentlessly. Only when I could feel her climax wane did I slow my thrusts, winding down to a steady pace to let her catch her breath.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I grinned, suppressing a chuckle as I moved my hands around to squeeze her chest. She trembled as I held her.

“Fucking fuckity fuck.”

At that I finally released a laugh, causing me to lose my rhythm and thrust into her at a different angle.

“Oh god. Oh,” she moaned as I nibbled on her shoulder. “You didn't cum that time, did you?”

“Nope.”

“You need to cum inside me,” she said.

“I do, and I will.” I took control of my hips again. “Can you hold this position a bit longer, or do you need to move?”

“I can still feel everything, so I should be fine. More importantly, this is my new favorite position.”

I chuckled and thrust into her a bit harder.

“Mmm. Yes, I want you to fuck me and cum inside of me just like this.”

“And I will. I'm going to fill your slutty pussy with my cum.”

“Oh yes, please.”

I kissed the back of her neck before raising up for more leverage, digging my nails into both of her hips as mine began finding rhythm.

“It won't be long now. I won't hold back, slut. I'm going to cum again.”

“Oh fuck, yes. Fill me up. Tied down and ready for you, unable to resist. At your mercy! Fuck me. Fuck me and use me and cum inside me !”

I squeezed her hips, increasing my pace as much as I could. “I'm using you for my pleasure.”

“Yes! Use my dirty pussy for your pleasure,” she said. I slapped her ass, focusing on thrusting into her and finding my edge. “Fuck yes. Use me.”

I slapped her ass once more. “I'm hurting you for my pleasure.”

Yes! Hurt me, fuck me!”

I leaned over her and pulled her hair, my other hand digging into her hips and leaving more little red marks. “I'm going to cum inside of you.”

“Oh my god,” she yelled. “You're going to make me cum again.”

“Good,” I growled. Thrusting into her as roughly as I could without interrupting my words, I teased her more. “You can cum as much as you want, slut. You can cum like the dirty little animal you are while I fill you up with my cum.”

“Oh fuck,” she screamed. “Close!” She bit down on the sheets and released a primal scream as her pussy clamped down on me like a vise.

I hadn't been so close, but the way her pussy spasmed around me as she came pulled me to the edge. Fuck, I thought. She's good.

Leaning down so she could hear me, I raised voice and growled. “I'm going to cum, slut. A stranger is going to cum in your pussy. Again!”

“Fuck,” she groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Her pussy clamped down tighter, begging me to fill her.

I groaned, releasing my own primal sounds as I thrust into her and came. “Cumming,” I managed to blurt out as my own orgasm ripped through me. “Feel me inside you! Cum for me again!”

She screamed louder, another orgasm ripping through her to match mine. We both lost our senses again as we surrendered to the pleasure. While the pleasure was running its course we collapsed onto our sides at some point, and I managed to stay inside her as we did. Grinding and slowly humping as she squeezed down on me, milking every drop. I wrapped my arms around her and we laid there for a moment, enjoying the warmth.

“Fuck,” she said.

I laughed. “You could make a sailor blush, you know.”

“He'd do a lot more than blush after I got his cock in my mouth.”

I laughed harder.

“How do you do that?” she asked, still panting and sorting out her thoughts. “Make me cum. On command, for fucks sake. Like I'm a dog.”

“It's a mind thing,” I said as I kissed her shoulder. “Luckily we have a certain chemistry, so I can read you well enough. I can tell when you're close, and by instinct or intuition I can usually tell what words will push you over.”

“Do you have any idea how amazing that is?”

I shrugged, raising up and slowly pulling out. We both moaned at the absence of our intimate connection. “I observe, my dear Watson.”

She giggled and I rolled her onto her back, reaching between her legs to release her bondage. Her legs spread wide as she stretched. “That's definitely my new favorite position.”

I smiled, watching her pussy as my cum leaked out once again. She grinned when she caught my gaze, moving her hand down into her messy folds. Fingers explored and scooped up our mixture before she brought it to her lips.

“What did you call it?” she asked. “Cocktail Stranger?” She giggled and licked her fingers clean. “It's still delicious.”

I looked at the clock and saw how much time had passed. “And the night is still young,” I said.

She grinned. “You got soft that time.”

Leaning down I kissed her belly and then kissed my way up, over her chest and to her lips. “I'm sure,” I said between kisses, “that a beautiful, sexy, talented, filthy mouthed slut like you can think of some way to remedy that.”

“Mmm, may be.” She smiled and we kissed, exploring each other with more gentle affections after wearing ourselves down. “I'm certainly going to try.”

The rest of the night went by in a blur. We explored each others bodies in every way we could think without calling on too many toys. At some point, even the shackles came off and we just became two sweaty bodies passionate for each other. I didn't cum again, but she did get me hard and I was happy to send her through several more orgasms.

When she finally fell asleep I smiled and laid beside her, taking her into my arms and relaxing myself. Her warmth against me, I surrendered to the darkness and slept soundly.

When I drifted back into consciousness, I noticed three distinct things. First was the warmth of the beautiful girl curled up in my arms, pressing herself against me in a positively adorable way. Second, as my eyes pulled themselves open, was the intense light of the mid-morning sun beaming into the bedroom. I immediately dismissed the sun and turned my eyes down to my cuddle partner, her head resting on my chest. My nose caught the third detail. The smell of breakfast, no doubt Eliza's wonderful efforts. There was an ache in my stomach that needed attention, but I dismissed it along with the smell in the same way I dismissed the sun: by returning my attention to the woman in my arms.

I want her, I thought.

For a moment I wondered if it were even possible to take her again after doing so much the night before; but every man who knows his body has a trick or two, and after a few moments of focusing I felt a familiar tingle. Her breasts were pressed against me as she rested in my arms, and with a leg spread over mine I could feel her pussy lips against my thigh. I let my mind explore the feelings of her warmth, taking in the sight of her body and her sleeping face. Focusing on her, it took only a few moments before I was hard again and pressing against her thigh in the same way she was pressed against mine.

I stirred to move down against her, waking her with a shower of butterfly kisses. She writhed and moaned against me as she slowly woke up, opening her eyes to meet mine as I kissed her lips and let my hands wander over her bare flesh.

“Good morning, sexy.”

She closed her eyes again and smiled, returning my kiss as she wrapped her arms around me. “Good morning, you insatiable man.”

“Says the insatiable woman,” I returned, sealing her lips with a kiss before she could reply.

My cock rested against her abdomen as we slowly explored each other, enjoying the foreplay. I kissed my way down her cheek and nibbled on her ear before I whispered, “I'm going to cum inside you again.”

“Mmm,” she moaned. “For a stranger, you sure are generous.”

I smiled. “Aren't I, though?”

She giggled, reaching down to squeeze my cock. “Fuck me, stranger. Take me again.”

I kissed her again and raised myself onto my knees. In a moment my cock was slipping into her wet folds once more, and I lifted her legs onto my shoulders.

“Oh, yes. I love this position,” she said.

“You love any position that involves a cock in your pussy.”

“Or mouth, or ass.”

“Anal?” I raised an eyebrow, pumping my hips. “We'll have to try that later.”

She smiled, and the twinkle in her eyes told me that she understood the invitation. “Mhm. You can take that ass of mine whenever you want. Fuck it hard, fill it up with cum.”

I moaned and leaned forward, bending her legs higher as I took position to pound into her with more leverage. “I will, too.”

“Oh, yes.” She moaned as I pressed into her more deeply, began thrusting more roughly.

“I'll have your ass, you slut. But right now I'm going to fill your pussy with more of my cum.”

Her eyes lost focus and gained that subspace glaze. “Yes,” she uttered with a sigh.

“I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum.”

She shivered from my words, still half asleep. “Oh.”

I began thrusting more and more, pounding into her without mercy. My body moved so much I could barely retain my voice and my mind was focused on increasing my pleasure, but I managed to continue teasing her. “Are you going to cum for me?”

Oh,” she moaned. “Proba-bly,” she jumped with the last syllable as I thrust into her particularly hard.

“You will.” I reached around her legs, grabbing her wrists and pinning them down into the bed next to her head.

“Oh.”

“I want you to cum.” Her legs rested on my shoulders, her body folded as I held her down and thrust into her.

“Oh, fuck.”

“You will cum for me,” I growled. I felt her pussy tighten as she gasped.

Fuck.”

My hips continued moving, pushing me to the edge. “I'm going to cum.”

Fuck!”

I felt her pussy tighten around me, and that was it. I began a litany to coax an orgasm out of her. “Cum for me, slut. Cum for a stranger while he cums inside of you. Feel my cock throb and my cum fill you up. Cum for me.”

Thrusting inside her with a growl as I slipped over the edge, her pussy clamped down on me and began milking me once more. I held on for the ride as her own orgasm ripped through her, partly surprised by a lack of profanity as she let out a primal scream instead. Half way through I released her wrists and lowered her legs, leaning down to wrap my arms around her. I kissed her passionately through the rest of her orgasm. We wound down together, holding each other in a tight embrace until our breathing returned to normal.

“Soft again,” she teased as she nipped my lower lip.

“I'm a viral young man,” I said. “Not a robot.”

She giggled. “Just as well, too. If this is just the virility of youth, I'd be fucked trying to handle a robot.”

“I thought getting fucked was the idea.”

We shared a grin and another long, passionate kiss. My cock slipped out of her, and with reluctance I rose away. Looking down at the state of my partner, I allowed myself a feeling of pride. I just spent the night fucking a woman I've never met before, I thought. And she loved every second of it.

My awareness expanded again, picking up the scent and subtle sounds of Eliza making breakfast. I looked down into the eyes of the girl beneath me, observing the half asleep, half subspace glaze that still held her. She tried to focus on me, but I could tell that she was high on pleasure. I ran my hands over her body, simply touching and sharing warmth.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

“I want you to lay as you are, and stay here in bed.”

“Hm?” Her eyes focused a little as my command processed.

“I don't want you to move from where you are. I'm going to go see Eliza, and she'll be here in a moment.”

She pouted, and I knew she wanted to stay with me as much as I wanted to stay with her. She nodded, accepting my command. “Yes, Sir.”

Smiling, I leaned down to kiss her lips and then rolled out of bed. I'd have to shower soon, so for the moment I found a pair of martial arts pants and pulled them on. Feeling her eyes on me the entire time, I moved with a slow and sensual purpose, giving her a show before I walked out of the room without putting anything else on.

I followed a delicious smell down the hall as it led me to the kitchen. Eliza was setting the table and the breakfast she had been preparing was about to find its way onto plates. I watched her as I silently walked. Her hair fell freely over her shoulders, and the snow white sun dress that hung down to her mid thigh looked fantastic on her. She looked up when I stepped through the doorway, smiling like an angel. A beautiful, wicked angel.

“Mornin', gorgeous,” she said.

Hah, I thought. My hair was such a mess that I could feel the unnatural state of its being crying to be relieved. I'm certain I looked very tired—even if it was the good tired, the sort of tired look that comes only from a night of passion—and there is no doubt that I reeked of sweat and sex. And yet, there was no sarcasm to her comment at all. Returning her gaze with my own, I knew this woman of mine, so in love with me, spoke her flattery with full sincerity. I would have spent the day arguing against it had I not spent the night creating fuel for her victory.

I smiled, choosing to resist the urge to comment on my looks.

“Virgin white doesn't suit you at the moment, love. You're far too devilish to pull it off.”

She grinned, reaching down to grab the hem her dress before pulling it up and over her head, revealing the complete absence of anything underneath. And thus, revealing absolutely everything underneath.

“This better?” she asked, folding the dress and putting it over the back of a chair.

I returned her grin with my own. “Much. See? My wicked woman, always up to no good.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” I said. “Almost as much as I love you.”

She blushed and smiled as she returned her attention to breakfast, serving everything onto the three plates she had prepared. As she finished I stepped closer, standing in front of her. She stood still, holding my gaze as I stared for a moment. We shared the moment silently, a moment of silent intimacy unique and precious to us. I observed her eyes begin to glaze and almost smiled, knowing she was slipping into submission. The sight of me, the heat of my presence, my gaze. Most of all, the smell of my sex. She took it all in and gave herself to me, as if it were the most natural reaction in the world.

For her, it is, I thought.

As her breath began to quicken I finally let my smile spread while still holding her gaze.

“I fucked your friend senseless.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“Last night, this morning. I filled her with more cum than I think she expected.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her body reacting more as I observed a shiver.

“You watched.”

Her mouth twitched. She wanted to smile, but instead held my gaze. “Yes.”

I raised my hand, caressing her cheek. A shiver ran through her from the contact, her eyelids dropping half closed. Oh, Eliza . You are mine.

“She's laying in bed right now,” I said. “Covered in sweat and sex, this mornings most recent cum still oozing out of her pussy. She's a mess, that slut of yours.”

I heard her gasp, feeling another shiver from my words and my single caress, yet she never dropped her eyes away from mine. We held a hypnotic gaze, and I don't even remember blinking.

“Eliza,” I whispered, knowing she had lost her voice.

“Yes,” she answered.

I leaned closer. “I want you to go into my room,” I whispered.

Her eyes widened as my words sank in.

“I want you to go into my room,” I repeated, “lick that sluts pussy clean, and then use her for your own pleasure.”

Her mouth was open now, her eyes wide. This wasn't part of the prearranged deal, but winging it when the mood was right always had been. We both knew Eliza could do it, too. There would be no complaints later. She smiled, returning slightly from subspace as her mind raced with schemes of opportunity.

“Yes, my Master.” She grinned and turned to take a cold bottle of water from the fridge. In a moment she was walking down the hall with a concentrated purpose.

I watched her ass jiggle until out of sight, then found my seat at the table. I took a sip of tea, moaning softly as the warmth spread through my body like sunlight. Looking down over the cup at the French breakfast Eliza had prepared, I found my fork and smiled as a moan echoed down the hall. Eliza had left the bedroom door open, serenading my meal with love music.

Who knows when or how this life of mine became so adventurous, but as the sound of orgasm echoed through my house I came to a decision. As the thought ran through my mind again, my smile widened.

This will not be the last of my escapades.

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