Exhausted, I came to consciousness. There was something warm, heavy and moist against my cock, pleasantly running friction along my length. What seemed to be a tongue was licking at the base of my shaft, while my cock was pulled harder by suction. My eyes opened, and I looked down at my chest, sitting up slightly. A smile cracked on my surely dazed face, seeing the coal black hair of my lover bobbing up and down, her hands resting on my thighs, as she was devouring my member, wet pops and smacks coming as she lathered me with her saliva mixed with my pre-cum.
Surely aware I was now awake, she did not stop. She was lying on her elbows and knees, her ass slightly raised and I noted the swishing of the dog tail butt plug I had gifted to her last night. She was really into the aesthetic and had professed with a wink and a grin that she would always be in heat for me. I had laughed at her silliness, taking that to heart. This morning appeared to be destined to prove her right I realized, as her hands began to service my cock and swollen balls.
Last night, we truly had fucked like animals in heat. She had a long day at work and came home upset. Someone had the audacity to insult her, not over work performance or legitimate constructive critique. No, the bastard was pissed because she had gone straight to HR. He had used company email for the most vile of purposes - sending her inappropriate messages and advances, after she had declined him multiple times in person. The dude was on my shitlist. He had called her a whore when she told him to respect her and give her space.
He had found out we are lovers and his jealousy had taken him straight to the dark triad sets of behaviors. Manipulation, coercion, narcissism and hostility seems to be his bread and butter and the dude was bound and determined to make my woman’s life miserable. He tried to frame her using company email, threatening to blame her with a costly mistake he had made and smear her career.
The man had gone insane with jealousy and spite. Once on email, it is forever there. Plus it had been sent through company servers. The truth will prevail and justice is already in motion. He might as well have just walked out. Shot himself in the foot, with that move.
But that hadn’t helped her. My beloved was shaken and upset about how that living garbage would be so horrific when she had been respectful to him time and again.
I was rather afraid that her gift, which had been sitting on the bed with a bouquet of roses and the boxed engagement ring, might have been ill-placed given the timing.
As she walked to the bedroom to get out of her workclothes, I was doing mental somersaults dreading the reaction and how this might ruin my attempt to be cute at proposing to the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Given how she is, I thought this would be a well-received proposal. She is a true nymphomaniac. Hypersexual, and while she abstains from having sex outside of a committed relationship, it is one of the best ways for her to communicate, given her predisposition to physical touch and acts of service.
I was sweating bullets as I followed her to the bedroom and watched nervously as she opened the door and gazed across the room at the bed. Turning, she looked at me with a face full of inquisitiveness. I stood there and just smiled at her, probably with the dumbest expression.
A mix of adoration, infatuation and absolute fear that I had just royally fucked up.
She turned and walked straight to the bed, ignoring the roses and the jewel box. She picked up the butt plug. The cute black tail with grey highlights swishing as she dangled it before her, with a straightened arm and a blank face, highlighted by her long dark silky hair.
Oh shit.
Her eyes met mine, and she said in a neutral tone, “Really?”
Do or die. I responded as calmly as possible, given the situation, not stammering, fortunately.
“Babe, I was not expecting your day to be that bad, and this was definitely not the time.”
She stood there, the tail slowly circling as the butt plug remained firm in her grasp.
“So you think I am your little bitch to just fuck whenever?” She accused, still in a deadly neutral tone.
Staring into her brilliant steel-blue eyes, I responded with the best possible and only morally correct choice. Absolute honesty.
“I feel strongly enough about you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you and fucking is definitely something we both enjoy, but you aren’t a breeding bitch. I was wrong to get this for you and I apologize. You are the woman of my dreams and I refuse to accept that line of thinking, even though you are understandably upset.”
She stared at me, her mouth drawing open slightly as she went to speak and stopped, staring at the buttplug and turning to look at the bouquet of roses and the jewelry box.
Not putting down the tail still gyrating in her shaky hand, she asked softly, “What’s in the box?”
I walked over, picking the box up and dropping onto my knees, opened it and presented to her my heart, represented by the large diamond stud embedded in the gold band ornately engraved with our initials on each side.
“Please allow me to be your husband.”
That was all I could say before she had pounced on me, knocking me to the floor, wrapping her arms around my chest and arms, as the jewelry box and ring flew from my hands safely onto the bed, atop the roses. Breathing excitedly and laughing seductively, her hair brushing against and tickling my face, she stared deep into my eyes.
Positioned upon me, she embraced me there on the floor, the world still for seconds that lasted into eternity as we melded souls, our eyes locked into each other.
Like thunder cracking, she was in motion, her nose brushing against mine as she leaned in, her arms still holding me tight as she kissed me passionately. Her soft and full lips like an oasis to my soul, parched and cracked, after wandering two lifetimes alone in the desert of loneliness. Anytime we kissed, I felt like the Universe had given me life anew.
Her lips departing, her piercing eyes met once more with mine briefly before she turned her attention to my body.
Her breath hot against me, her tongue lightly traced down my cheek delivering kisses as she journeyed to my chin, leaving a kiss before reaching my trachea. It bobbed as I swallowed while she smothered me with kisses, drawing hickies upon my neck, journeying to the side and biting firmly, imprinting me with her mark and washing me with her scent. Sweet and lightly accented with intoxicating perfume.
“I was teasing you,” she said, releasing my neck from her teeth, leaving the stinging impression she had just drawn a bit of blood from that bite.
“I am definitely your bitch and you are my stud, for life.”
That was all it took. I threw her off of me, standing straight up and tearing off my shirt. She stood on her knees and eagerly went for my pants, tugging them down and ripping at my boxers, not bothering to pull them. She just ripped them straight off of me with that demonic grip of hers. Years of weightlifting have given her considerable strength. Apart from her feelings, I never have to worry about her being out on her own. This woman is a warrior. Like sitting in a hall of Victory, relishing the feast, she was already lapping at my dick, rock hard and dripping pre-cum for her.
I allowed her a few moments before I rubbed the back of her head and reached my hands under her armpits, pulling her up to her feet. She made a disappointed groan and gazed at me with those puppy eyes and pouty lips.
Leaning in, I grabbed her ass, pulling her close as my lips met hers. Biting her lower lip, I pulled her into my kiss. Releasing her from my teeth, my tongue forced into her mouth, licking at the roof of hers before ravaging her tongue, as it desperately dueled against mine.
She moaned, grinding her hips into mine, the rough cotton of her jeans sliding against my shaft as she danced upon me.
Growling into her mouth as I dominated her tongue, my hands released her ass and rubbed against her pelvis, feeling around to her front as she continued grinding against my cock, hard and wet for her. Pulling my hips back as she tried to push back into mine, our mouths still doing battle, her hands wrapped in my long, brown and red-highlighted hair, my fingers fumbled with the button clasping her jeans.
She wasn’t making it easy.
Invigorated, she had released my hair and was running her long nails against my back, cutting deep and scratching down and back up. If I didn’t hurry, my back would be cut into ribbons with her sharp nails. Her tongue fought against mine, pushing it back as she took the lead. Biting into my upper lip, growling and laughing in her throat, she, the war maiden intoxicated with the thrill of battle and sexual pleasure.
Giving up on fumbling with that damned button, I flexed my arms and back muscles, now primed from her loving and the adrenaline pumping through my veins. The thrill of the moment taking hold of everything.
I grunted in appreciation as she sucked against my lower lip, chewing on it as her hands scratched against my hot shoulders and carried a ruinous journey to my ass cheeks, scratching and welting them with her nails. Flexing a second time, I pulled apart the top of her jeans, popping out the button and tearing them straight down the zipper line. She groaned, her hands now caressing my hardened ass cheeks. I could feel the jeans ripping under her hot crotch, her released scent flooding my maddened senses.
Not waiting a moment longer, I released her jeans and scooped my hands under her legs, hoisted her up onto my waist, straddling her against me as our mouths waged war while I rushed her against the wall, pinning her, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Upon impact, her breath rushed out and as her body recoiled, I pressed the advantage, releasing our kiss and swinging my head to her neck, biting her firmly, tongue flitting against her soft skin, beaded with sweat.
I sucked on her, latched as she gasped and groaned, her hands grasping my head, pulling and messing up my hair while she shook from a sudden orgasm. Laughing, I released her from my bite, holding her there against the wall, her spasming legs against my hips, my cock pushing against her ruined jeans as her ragged breath began to stabilize.
Gazing into her deep eyes, I proclaimed victory.
“Made you cum first, this time.”
Flashing a grin at her stunned face, I pulled her off the wall and carried her to the bed, throwing her down, her head sinking into the pillows, the roses and ring near her feet.
Not waiting a moment while she recovered from her intense orgasm, I pulled her ruined jeans, now damp at the crotch, lifting her legs in the air, her large ass before me. Seeing the outline of her shaved pussy swollen against the sheer and wet fabric of her lingerie, I rubbed a thumb against her raised clit, causing her to jolt and moan, the moistness of her panties increasing before my very eyes. She was going to be squirting soon. Pulling off her wet panties, I threw them over my shoulder, hearing them land on the ceiling fan blades, running more of her scent into the summer air, driving me mad.
Gazing in appreciation at the lily-like appearance of her pussy, I leaned in and licked her outer labia, taking in her sweet flavor akin to pineapple, while appreciating the musky smell of her sex.
Running my kisses along her labia, I inserted my tongue into her depths, flitting rapidly while journeying upwards towards her clitoris. Using the index and middle fingers, I penetrated her, spreading her lips open and thrusting, while my lips latched onto her clit and kissed, gently sucking as she came again, moaning louder than before. Her hips rising into my face, her pussy juices coating my upper lip as I stuck my tongue back into her depths, relishing her taste.
As her orgasm calmed and her hips sank back down, my head pulled back from her hot sex, my index finger curling back and the middle finger taking the charge, joined by the ring finger, as my thumb reached out and began softly rubbing her clit in circles, as she shook and entered into another orgasm. As she gasped out, the first stream came from her, shooting over the bed and onto the oak floor.
Lowering my head back down to her streaming pussy, I drank her, relishing in her taste, some of it having splashed onto my face and now running in rivulets down the cheek and streaming to my neck, washing against the hickeys and marks she had imprinted. Fucking her with my fingers and teasing her clit with my thumb, slick with her juices, I furiously lapped within her, my tongue dancing against her folds and my teeth lightly nipping and pulling at her labia as she shuddered and came endlessly.
Satisfied at her ruined state, I pulled back, removing my fingers and stuck them into her gaping mouth. She sucked her juice, her tongue dancing against my fingers while I kissed, bit and licked my way up her pelvis, my head going under her shirt and dancing against her cute belly button, the darkness covering my vision, intensifying the sound of her charged breathing and the smell of her perfume, mixed with her sweet sweat and musk.
Pulling my head out from under her shirt and withdrawing the fingers from her soft, moist and hot mouth, my fingers rubbing her tongue as it lapped upon them, she suckled, tickling them and sending lines of electricity through my nervous system.
Sitting up as my fingers extracted, a line of saliva attached to her lips and my fingers, it snapped as I reached to her shirt. Both of my hands pulled up her shirt, as she raised her arms compliantly. Her shirt coming up over her head, I saw her round, full breasts bouncing in their sexy lace brassiere, her hard nipples threatening to break through the fabric restraining them. Her massive tits always mesmerized me.
Whenever we fucked in missionary or when I would plow her, watching those perfect orbs gyrating, the nipples coming together and then circling away before meeting again, always put me into a trance. Just how perfect could a woman be?
Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra, pulling my arms and hers towards my chest as the brassiere trailed against her arms, sticky with sweat. Tossing it to the floor, I looked at my fiancé, perfect beyond all words, flushed red, sweating, breathing heavily and her legs spread out, her wetness spilled upon the comforter beneath her.
Gazing deep into her eyes, I grabbed behind her head, my fingers thick with her scent rubbing her hair and grasping her neck, reaching up and holding the base of her skull, pulling her in and kissing her deeply once more, not allowing us to lose the moment or cool down.
Her hand grabbed my dick, rubbing her palm against my tip, gathering pre-cum and sliding smoothly down to the base, her fingers tickling my swollen and full balls. She closed her fingers around my cock and violently pumped, trying to push me to orgasm.
Taken aback by the ferocity of her assault, I paused.
She took advantage of my delay and with her free hand, pushed me onto my back on the bed, never releasing our kiss as she once again fought back my tongue and bit my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth, teasing it with her domineering tongue. Releasing her kiss, she gazed at me triumphantly, as she straddled her hips over mine and guided my cock into her pussy. As it entered, she came again, violently shaking and pushing down. She ground her hips, her pussy shooting streams over my cock, washing me in her wet heat.
The explosion of her orgasm shot up my belly, pooling below my muscled chest as she continued to grind, my cock enveloped in her contracting pussy. She squeezed my dick, her hands reaching out to hold my face as she leaned in, kissing me violently, her tongue violating my mouth as she sucked my tongue into her mouth, biting and holding it in place. I couldn’t hold it any longer. Pushing my hips up, I shot my seed deep into her pussy, no doubt pooling against her sensitive cervix, as she moaned into my mouth and her hands grasped my face. She moaned into my mouth, laughing between breaths as I filled her with cum. As my orgasm stilled, she released my face and leaned back, palms laying flat on the mattress as her hips pushed us both down, my cock remaining deeply buried into her, holding my seed tight in her hot pussy.
Reaching out, my hand brushed along the inside of her voluptuous thigh, feeling the tension as her body stiffened, worn from so many consecutive orgasms, her sweat slickening her skin.
She trembled, her depths squeezing my hard member, standing to fullness, surrounded by her warmth and wetness, stuffed with my seed. My hand traveled to the top of her labia, snug against my pelvis.
Parting the top of her lips, my index finger lightly brushed her clitoris and curled under, sliding in and against her g-spot, rubbing it affectionately, sending her rocking against me screaming and squirting against my cock, as she ascended yet again, her hands wildly grabbing onto my shoulders, keeping her from falling backwards as her back arched inwards and her long coal black hair hung down, clinging to her arms and ass cheeks.
Feeling her nails dig in as she gripped me, any modicum of calm departed from me and bringing both my hands to her waist, I pushed myself up as she leaned forward, holding herself against me, her hands hugging my chest. Standing with her snugly fitted to my erection, I turned to face the bed and leaned forward, forcing her back onto the mattress, my cock still snugly buried within her. Letting my hands go free of her, I pushed my palms flat against the mattress, while she clung to me.
Pulling my hips back, my cock withdrawing until only the tip remained, barely covered by her moist pussy lips, I gazed into her glazed over eyes, relishing her goofy smile. She had cum herself silly. Grinning at her cute appearance, I kissed her forehead and pushed back into her, listening contently to the slapping of our flesh and the feeling of cum and arousal splashing onto me as I fucked her. Her legs quaking beneath me each time I pushed in was perfection.
The bed rocked and springs groaned, while the cool oak floor beneath my feet creaked, joists absorbing the shocks that passed through her and the bed. It is good we live alone in our house. Were there people downstairs, they might think there was an earthquake happening. Noting the clock on the wall, I saw it was shaking. One of the pictures had gone askew, as the wall absorbed impacts from the bed frame hitting against it. Her perfection always ends up making me fuck her hard. This happens every time we get aroused together. Her voice quaking, she howled out her pleasure, her soundwaves dancing against my eardrums.
Wrapping my hands under her shins and cupping her calves, her legs lifted and braced onto my shoulders, as my cock mercilessly pounded her wet pussy, her breath rattling as she moaned loudly, leading into a scream of pleasure.
Climaxing again, her juices sprayed out and hit square against my chest. Dripping with her scent, I hammered her, my cock raging and sore from the sudden return to lovemaking. Gazing at her luscious mouth, I was inspired. Dropping her legs to the bed, I pulled my dick out, watching as my cum gushed out of her, my dick covered in her excitement, frothy from blending with my cum.
Pulling her legs between mine, I drew her across the bed until she slid down, her perfect chest bouncing as her lush ass hit the ground, her head level with my stiff cock.
One hand grasping the top of her head and the other cupping behind, I pulled her open maw to the tip of my dick and thrust in without hesitation. Her mumbled response of surprise was glorious as her tongue washed over my hot member, wiping our flavors from me, coating her mouth with our lovemaking. Pulling back and pushing in, my balls hitting her chin as she gagged, I fucked her beautiful face.
Her steel-blue eyes rolling up, I gazed into her as her hands grasped my ass, nails digging into my flesh, pulling her head firmly against my groin, the tip of her nose brushing my pelvis as she sucked and ran her tongue in circles around my shaft, the muffled sounds of her groans bubbling against my flesh.
I fucked her face for what seemed like hours, her back braced against the bed and my hands wrapping her hair into my grip, fingers stroking her ears and palms massaging her cheeks, drawn tight against her cheekbones as she sucked me. Seeing her beauty and listening to the occasional gagging as her mouth worked, I finally gave in, shooting a second load, pulling back so it all coated her tongue, which furiously lapped the tip of my cock, sending me into a spiraling orgasm. Groaning loudly, my hands massaged her ears as her mouth was filled with my cum.
Spasming, my cock softening, I released my hands from her head, while she continued to suck and lick at my cum, her eyes gazing up and meeting mine, a slight curve forming at the corners of her mouth as she smiled at me.
Pulling my limpening dick to extract from her face, she released my ass, allowing me to pull out, stepping back and observing her sitting in a pool of our fluids on the floor, cum dribbling down her chin, her silken black hair soaked with perspiration.
She gazed up at me and I watched as her trachea bobbed while she swallowed my load. Opening her mouth and pushing out her tongue, she presented to me that everything had been consumed. Licking the cum off her chin, her tongue retreated and I watched her swallow again, smiling at me seductively, her steel-blue eyes burning through my gaze into the depths of my soul. Goosebumps came to my skin as I stayed turned on and my dick quivered for a moment, rising and dropping, sore and utterly spent.
Gazing at my dick as it attempted to recover, she laughed softly.
“You poor man. Let me help you.”
Standing up, her eyes returning to mine, locking our gazes, her feet slid across the floor, and she closed the distance between us, my cum streaming down her legs and the obvious slickness of her pussy sounding off as her legs stretched, opened and closed.
Reaching me, her palms pressed against my chest as she craned her neck to my trachea, circling her tongue around it, pressing her lips to the surface of my Adam’s apple and lightly biting against it, sucking me and placing yet another mark in the center of my throat.
Circling her fingers around my nipples, she tugged and teased at my chest hair, moving her mouth to the far left side of my neck, yet to be marked. She bit in, still teasing my chest and bringing a leg forward and behind mine, stepping into me and forcing me back, her wet pussy grinding against my now stirring dick. She slowly walked me to the wall, her bite intensifying on my neck and one hand gliding down my belly, scratching hot lines with her nails, stopping at my navel.
Her nails tickled in a circle before flattening her finger tips against my center, curling up and pressing back down, massaging my core as her hand up top gripped my left nipple and pinched firmly, pulling as her bite continued hard against my neck.
Her breathing deep and steady, she controlled me as a ship pilot guides navigation through treacherous and unstable waters, mastering control of all factors, known and anticipated.
Pushing my back against the wall, she moved me along, creeping us across the room, my ass sliding along the wall as she danced us sideways towards the door. Releasing my neck from her bite, I felt a line of saliva trickle down my sore neck and the air tormenting broken skin as she raised her head to my ear, sticking in her tongue, licking against my sensitive canal, eliciting a deep moan from the depths of my being, feeling her hot and steady breath washing around my ear lobe, as her hands worked their magic.
The hand on my chest was still teasing my chest hair as her fingertips splayed against my lower center curled, drawing her sharp nails once more circling my navel and trailing along to my waist and wrapping against my lumbar.
Removing her tongue from my ear canal, she licked the helix, flicking it with her tongue and sucking lightly, before nibbling in with her teeth. Gasping, my lumbar arched from the pleasure and shock as she traced circles against my coccyx. My sore dick came to life, slowly rising, resurrected from the purgatory of stillness. Even so, she wasn’t finished having her fun.
Walking us to the door, she waltzed us through into the hallway, her legs constantly passing mine. Her breasts pushing against mine, her hand on my chest sliding out from under her, wrapping around my back and her nails tickling my spine as she reached up and grabbed my hair, slick and stuck to my shoulders. Pulling my hair, drawing back my head, she stopped walking and leaned over me, maintaining her hard gaze into my eyes, her hand on my tailbone pulling me against her.
Her lips descending to mine, she kissed me with fervor, her teeth grasping my upper lip and then the lower lip, pulling back while her hand firmly tugged my hair, her hand keeping our hips tight together, my now rock hard dick shaft sliding against her labia and rubbing against her clit.
She growled, a mad she-beast in complete control of her prey.
Completely in awe of her mastery over my spent body, I growled back at her, invigorated and ready to repay her claims with my own. Pushing my hips forward and standing on toes, I rose up against her clit, lowering my heels and rising again, pumping against her as she held my head back and down, her hand holding me tight.
Drawing a leg forward, I advanced, pushing her back as she attempted to control my movements, losing ground as my strength returned. Removing her teeth from my lip, she released her grasp on my hair, allowing me to rear forth my head, maintaining a locked gaze as my soul reached hers through our stares.
My breath calming to match hers, I brought a hand to her ass, slapping it and appreciating the jiggle of her buttocks as I pushed back against her, guiding us along the hall. Our lips came against each other, we kissed, my tongue pushing into her maw, tasting the combination of our sweet flavors as she breathed into my mouth.
In full control now as she relaxed in my arms, I pushed us from the hall into the adjoining bathroom, stopping at the walk-in shower. Releasing my hand from her ass and gliding it across her thigh and rising along her pelvis, just missing her pussy, I pushed my palm and stepped back, breaking our kiss, still holding our gaze.
Clearly amused, her smile wide, she took in my sweaty and marked body. Her breath rate escalated.
“What are you planning next?” Her voice was thick with sexually aroused mirth.
Gazing at her toned figure, her tits rising and falling with every breath she took, the marks on her neck from my bite and an apparent bruise forming on both of her wet inner thighs, from where contact with my legs must have occurred during my hardened thrusting into her pussy.
Her long black hair was dripping with sweat, her fingernails showing traces of blood, probably from my raging back. I would have to pay her back for that.
Smiling, I thought about what I was about to do for my second half.
We both are warriors, trapped in this modern age. Always seeking growth, I had never stopped to consider love. It wasn’t until we had met by chance, during a visitation arranged by both of our Shihan. She was part of the entourage that had accompanied the Shihan of her dojo, when they respectfully came to my place of training.
All women, I had thought them all to be quite beautiful and respected them for their dedication to hard work and good practice. She had stood out the most, catching my attention when my Shihan ordered me as the dojo senpai and highest-ranked pupil to provide an exhibition match.
My opponent, now my fiancé, was likewise the strongest representative for her dojo.
We had a very good match, both learning from each other. It was also the first time any visitation had resulted in a drawn out and tied match. Never before had anyone, man or woman, kept up with me and managed to push me to the limit, resulting in a draw. We were perfectly matched. Where I could not meet her flexibility and speed, she could barely keep up with my strength. But only barely. What a fearsome woman. I had fallen in love then and there.
Now here she stood before me, having accepted my proposal. Covered in my scent, my seed stuffed in her pussy and swimming freely in her belly, lining her throat. I have only one course to take. Fill her completely, washing her insides with my seed, culminating our love. It is the best way to show my dedication for this warrior queen, who never settles for less and only grows stronger, by the day. She is my ideal and my every moment.
My gaze returning to hers, I smiled wider. “Get into the shower. We have another hole to fill and we should probably clean up a bit while at it.”
She flashed a lecherous grin.
“So you want to warm me up for my tail and make me bark at you?”
She turned, opened the shower stall, walked in and bent over, presenting me with her wide, full ass. Waving it sideways, the relaxed muscle of her toned ass cheeks jiggling, I appreciated the view as more of my cum dripped out of her pussy, sounding off with a light queef.
My dick throbbed and my mind swooned at her sexy state. She laughed, grinning maniacally.
“You bastard. Fucked me to the point of queefing. Look at all this cum you stuffed into me. Thank God I’ve got that implant. You’re lucky, Mister. You know I ain’t ready to have kids, yet. Not when I am still mastering a new kata.”
How she loved to learn and improve, honing her basics and developing new skills. Always seeking to learn. She was born into the wrong place and era. She should have been living in a dojo. Then again, perhaps I am the same. We both are the perfect match for one another.
Laughing at her teasing, I walked into the shower, grabbing her hips and thrusting my dick deep into her hot gaping pussy. Wiggling her hips and pushing into me, she moaned in appreciation.
“Wrong hole, babe,” came her seductive voice, seeping with pleasure.
I smacked her hard on the ass, eliciting a yelp from her, as she turned and looked at me with wide eyes and a bigger grin. She licked her lips and taunted me with her erotic voice.
“Heh.”
Grabbing her hair, I pulled her head back, her neck curling towards me. Making eye contact with her alert gaze, her smile never faltering, I pushed deeper into her, rotating my hips and coating my cock with more of our combined fluids in her depths.
“I have to make sure my cock is well prepared for your ass, dear.”
Relaxing my grip on her hair, she lowered her head, her hips meeting my thrusts and gyrating with my motions, the slapping sounds of our sexes meeting resounding off the shower walls in a cacophony only possible from very wet sex.
Pulling my dick out from her sopping pussy, I positioned the tip against her sphincter. It wasn’t terribly tight. Anal is our regular activity, whenever she is in the mood or wants her pussy to have a break. Throughout the development of our relationship, she had explained multiple times as we became more intimate that she feels cum in both her holes and enjoys the sensation of it filling her and seeping out of her throughout the day. An early point she had made to me was to be clear if I didn’t regularly fuck her in all holes, our relationship would never progress. Consequently, that had made me fall harder for her. We both shared that in common.
Spitting on my shaft just to be sure it was slick enough, I pushed all the way in, her perfect ass cheeks pushing into my pelvis as I pulled her hair, drawing her neck back again and holding her there. Leaning over her, I took my hand resting on her ass and brought it to her large tits, hanging down. Catching both of her nipples between my fingers, I pulled and rolled them a couple of times as she squealed with pleasure. Releasing her nipples, my hand grabbed her left tit and massaged it. I licked the tip of her right ear and led my mouth down to the back of the right side of her neck, still pulling hard on her hair. Biting and sucking her, I held her while her ass tightly throbbed around my member and she squirmed under my bite as my hand pleasured her breast.
Releasing my bite, I pulled back my hips, letting my dick almost fully exit her asshole. Bringing my mouth to her muscled shoulder, I bit her strong trapezius muscle, built from years of dedicated training and pushed my dick back into her ass, hard. She gasped and struggled under my hold, as I wrapped her coal black hair around my fist, pumping my dick like an industrial hydraulic, in and out with powerful thrusts. Her voice rose as she panted and began yelling ecstatically and incomprehensibly, her legs quaking and her pussy once again squirting as she fingered her g-spot.
We continued this mad dance, my sore balls slapping against her wet ass. Her screams melded with my groans and grunts as I pushed to please her to the absolute limit. The shower floor had become slick with her fluids and my sweat, when I finally reached climax. At some point I had released her hair and had taken to gripping ]her strong and toned obliques. Pushing in a final time, I poured my last load deep into her belly, pulling her ass hard against me. We both were gasping for air, her head hanging limply and her hands barely supporting her against the shower wall. Stepping back and leaning against the opposite wall, my dick slid out and cum dripped freely from her asshole, depositing onto the stall floor.
We stood there gasping, taking in everything. Getting my strength back first, I leaned down and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close. Using the recoil from the motion, she turned and stood, grabbing my flanks with both hands and pulling into me. We held each other in that warm embrace, feeling the cool air swirl around us, the glass of the shower stall fogged over from our exertions. Recovering, we bathed together, scrubbing each other, from head to foot.
Later that evening, she wore her buttplug and cleaned the oak floors, fortunately well-treated with polyurethane. I had done that a few years prior, early in our relationship, when I learned she was a squirter.
I folded laundry, appreciating her beauty and the ring on her finger, the tail plugged into her ass, and the roses sitting in a vase, on the desk across the room. She was planning on dehydrating them and preserving them for our wedding memoir, later.
That night, I slept soundly, with her hot body next to mine, thinking about the lifetime ahead we would share.
The next morning, I woke to the glorious vision of her eating my morning wood, on her hands and knees with that tail swishing from her ass. She must have woken up early to put that in.
How it matched her glorious, long, silken hair, reflecting light like the starry night sky. Moaning loudly as I came, my hands brushing against her beautiful face and parting her coal black hair from her steel-blue eyes, I gazed into her entirety.
I am the luckiest man in the world.
Releasing my cock, she smiled at me, swallowing my load. Then she turned around on all fours and, pulling that perfectly matched black and grey tail up, stuck her pussy into my face.
Breakfast time.
