The Visitor

As soon as his hands were free and he was allowed to touch me, his head was buried between my legs, his tongue licking the root of all my desires. I tried to move and lay down, but the moment I attempted to move, he slapped my ass with such a force, it slightly burned. "Stay right where you are," he muffled through a mouthful of pussy. I was more than happy to relent; it was his turn to call the shots. And the slap to my ass brought a shot of electricity to my pussy that caused it contract, which he notice because his dick jerk slightly. In turn, I took his member deep in my mouth again, keeping it wet and hard. We were in somewhat of a circle of passion and pleasure, both giving and receiving and simply enjoying the tastes of each other's bodies. Still, I didn't want to make things easy. Every so often, I would life my pelvis up and force my clit away from his hungry mouth, and enjoy it every time he would vigorously pull me back down, laughing sinfully as he did. Eventually, my little game began to get in the way of his personal agenda.

"That's enough!" he said to me, and rolled me off of him to the bed. He stood up and began to look for something.

"I'm sorry. Please don't go," I pleaded, truly believing that he was getting ready to leave.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said to me, his eyes sparkling as he finally found what he was looking for. "But you are going to stay still." Before I could do or say anything else, he grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the foot of the bed. Grabbing my shoulders, he turned me over and began crossing my arms behind the middle of my back, creating a small box, and tying them together at the wrist. With my head pushed into the bed, he grabbed me by my thong and lifted my ass into the air, collecting the dribble of juice that began to seep out with his tongue, and turning ravenous, half of his face completely emerged in my pussy until I came, which happened faster that I thought it would.

I stayed as I was, trying to catch my breath, when I felt something hit my ass. It sent a jolt straight to my pussy, causing it contract and overflow.

"So you like that, don't you? Do want more you dirty little slut?" He held the belt in his hands and grin on his face. I wanted to speak, but I was still climaxing; the hit from the  belt had prolonged my orgasm and I could not speak. I could only muster a slight moan as I attempted to close my legs.

"Don't even fucking think about it!" he said, giving me another lash against my buttocks, causing me to yelp "Fuck!" but keeping my legs open.

"Is that all you have to say?" He hit me again, this time the belt making contact with my moist slit, leaving a creamy spot against the expensive Italian leather.

"Please fuck me!" I screamed out to him, finally finding my voice.

"I don't know," he leaned in close; I felt his breath against my shoulder, his lips so close they touched the finest hair and caused a sea swell of goose bumps. "I don't think you want it enough." I felt the cold metal buckle graze against my backside, lightly touching my cunt. By now, even he couldn't ignore the stream trailing the inside of my thighs.

"Maybe you're just not ready for me," I said, muffling a deep moan into the mattress. I was tired of playing games. He was either going to enter me because he wanted to, or because he had something to prove. Whatever it took, I was going to make sure he fucked me soon.

"You're right, in a way. It's not that I'm not ready for you," he said, his hands combing through my hair, collecting it rapidly, expertly, as he took my arm, and simultaneously pulling me up to my knees. "You're not ready for me," he whispered in my ear. His hands grabbed my breasts, his fore fingers and thumbs rubbing my nipples, alternating between pinching, flicking, rolling, and pulling. He took his hard cock and placed it directly under me, and began to thrust, rubbing it against my pussy, teasing me by not entering. I could no longer keep my composure. I felt nothing but ecstasy, my body no longer belonging to this earth. I became weightless, surrendering my body, my will, and anything else he wanted to take from me. As I came for the second time, he held my writhing body against his, still slowly thrusting, hands never leaving my chest.

"Now you're ready," his voice whispered in my ear. He bent me over again, hands clutching my hair, curving my back so that my ass stuck straight in the air, and in one swift motion, he entered me. The second his dick was inside me, the feeling began, a ripple effect that starts off warm and tingling, and then boils into pure fire as the heat spreads, causing my toes to extend, my face to fluster, my nails to scratch my arms, biting down onto the sheets, and I thought of nothing else but this moment. All I wanted was for him to fuck me.

He slid in and out of me, using my hair for leverage with one hand, slapping my ass with the other. I alternated between loud moans and screams, to biting the sheets, my hands holding onto my arms, my body devouring his member. His hand slid from my hair, and now both pairs were attached to my bottom, spreading it open, slipping deeper inside me as his balls smacked against my clit. There was no speaking; the only audible sound in the room was our heavy breathing, groaning, and two bodies making contact, skin to bare skin. And then, unexpected but completely welcomed, he inched his thumb nearer to my anus, never entering, but applying the tiniest bit of pressure. That was all it took.

"I'm coming!" I tried to yell; instead, the voice that exerted from me was dry and hoarse. At that moment his grasp tightened, as he held on to the side of my hips and came inside me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight against him, as we both shook, our legs collapsing under us, causing us to fall onto the bed, becoming partly unconscious. He removed the tie, and held me, our bodies still pulsing, and electric.

This weekend was one day away from over, but I knew that he would never forget this visit.

-Scarlett

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