Nerdy, Not So Little Cock (2)

LINDA'S POV

My eyes searched the room. The positions and furniture were exactly where they were the last time I was here. It was my VIP room, furnished to my taste. The bed was massive enough to contain all my hungry sexual desires. The furniture was perfectly placed farther behind, leaving enough room at the center. The green-colored sex couch sat right at the foot of the bed. It was perfect.

“How do you want to be fucked?” He echoed casually, towel splashing water from his hair, glasses off, as he dashed out of the bathroom. My breath heaved.

Where the fuck was he hiding all this body? My face read it all, jaw dropped. His abs were perfectly defined, biceps big and strong, with shoulders broad for a young boy his age. His waist—fuck!—narrow in a way that complimented his looks. I swallowed hard, the thick slimy spit sitting at the back of my throat.

“Surprise me,” I said, my teeth clenched. I pushed back, my ass moving slightly over a pool of my pussy juice as I got more comfortable, ready for a show. “You sure, ma’am?” he asked with a smirk.

His hands gripped his heavy bulge. My nipples plumped; a wave ran through my entire body just by the sight. I imagined it veiny, his cap broad and glistening. I wanted to grab the cock and shove it down my thirsty, slippery throat. But I needed to let him come to me. I was his boss, after all.

“I hope you understand what that means. You’ll have to beg for my cock before I fuck you so good you may forget the name of the company,” his voice came cocky and sure. But I was enjoying this. I loved a confident cock.

He inched further. His towel-wrapped bulge hovered directly in front of my lips. I parted my lips, breathing it in. He moved his hips slightly, rubbing the towel-wrapped cock over my lips. He knew my pussy was throbbing now, violently. His smirk showed it all.

“Take it off,” he said, eyes looking down at me. I looked up. He blinked, indicating he meant the towel. I shamelessly obeyed. My shame got lost in the tension my pussy was giving.

 I pulled off the towel slowly. My heart beating  violently, thighs aroused. Then the towel came off. A giant cock, veiny and vengeful, sprang out.  Poking into my nose. The cap of his cock was big and wide like a mushroom. My heart sank. My pussy screamed in arousal, throbbing so hard I mistook it for my heart beating. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. Eyes raised, looking into his.

“You like it?” he asked, his hands cupping my jaw tightly, pressing and pulling like I was his slut. I felt all the shame fall off with that towel. I knelt helplessly before this young man.

“Lick it,” he commanded. I obeyed. My lips stretched widely over it, barely enough to go over it completely. My eyes teared up almost immediately, giving him the picture I was sure he was used to seeing. He pushed in slowly, his hands directing my head with a firm grip at the back.

More tears settled as I trembled completely. Five more gentle strokes and I was almost puking all over myself. The thickness and wideness of his cock stretched my throat like it was my pussy. My thoughts blurred out.

“Take off everything,” he commanded. Pulling out of my mouth with a loud “plop” sound, my own saliva drawing trails as I pulled back. I obeyed, trying to catch my breath. I got naked completely, my nipples now staring back, hard as bricks.

He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers like he had years of experience. I moaned around his cock plowing deep into my throat; my moans were almost lost in the gluck-gluck sounds that now filled the entire room.

“Get up,” he groaned, pulling me by my neck. I followed his pull, legs shaking. He tossed me over the bed. Its size was enough to accommodate more than ten people. “Turn over,” he said, demonstrating with a twirl of his hands.

I tried, weakly, but he turned me over forcefully, my knees pressing deep into the cold polished floor. Splat! Splat! came his hands, heavy on my bare ass. Spanking with an audacity that made my pussy clench and fart wetly.

Without a word, he pushed my inner waist deep, forming an arch. “Look, ma’am,” he said, his voice harsh. “Watch me devour your pussy.”

“Fuck,” I moaned, sucking on my finger as I curled my flanks, head pressed into the bed, watching him like he commanded. He slapped the entrance of my pussy with his cock, glistening with my juices.

Then he pushed in, just the cap. “Ahh!” I screamed. “It won’t fit,” I said, pushing him back a little, my pussy aching loudly. “Shhhhh, it will,” he said, his voice assuring, as he pulled my hands away, holding them firmly behind my back. The other hand pressed my head into the bed deeper.

“Fuuuuck!” I screamed louder as he forced his entire cock into my deep pussy. “Damn, this pussy is so wet,” he moaned. His voice triggered me even more. I loved a man who could moan. “So why have you been so harsh  towards me at work ma’am?” He asked, ignoring my screams and helpless struggles to escape his grip.

 “You can’t escape this fucking, ma’am,” he whispered, his chest pressed against my held hands, thrusting even deeper. “You’re hurting me,” I cried, my voice louder than before. Splat! Splat! came another heavy spank on my red, sore ass, right on the same spot. My heart jolted.

“Take it like the boss you are,” he continued. Eyes shut, his head pulled backwards as he rammed into me like a vengeful beast. I cried, my body caught between pleasure and pain from this monstrous cock that was tearing me apart. But I was helpless. My hands held back, legs trapped, waist maintained in an arch like my life depended on it. Every thrust felt personal.

He pulled his cock out, smirking at the plop sound my pussy made. “I’m not done with you,” he said again, flashing me a sinister smile. I heaved a breath of fear. My lips trembled. He pulled me by my hair, my dark silky ponytail dangling.

He pushed me right into the green sex couch. My back rested on the raised portion, waist at floor level. “Spread them,” he said, wetting his lips like a hungry lion. “Wider,” he commanded, making me spread them even wider, my entire body vulnerable as his eyes dug deeply into my pussy hole.

“Now who’s the boss?” he asked, his hands on my jaw, steadying my eyes into his, my knees widely spread open. My pussy juice splattered all over my thighs. I hesitated, and that was enough for the punishment that was coming.

He yanked my legs up high above my head. My breasts hung at the sides, nipples firm. My face wrinkled in shock, helpless and vulnerable, my eyes swollen from all the tears

. He pushed his weight further down, holding me in a tight position, my legs hovering beside my ears over his shoulders. He kissed my forehead softly—the nicest gesture he had done since I walked through that door. “Please, Lucas,” I begged, legs trembling from above my head.

“Nah, I’ll  answer to Master,” he growled as he pushed his cock into me with a deep thrust. “Oh my God!” I screamed, trails of my spit forming lines over my mouth. He thrust deeper with every scream, pounding my pussy mercilessly.

“I believe you meant to say oh my Master.” I swallowed a loud scream, trying to collect my words carefully. His hips rocked deeper and deeper, turning in circles like I had never experienced before.

My pussy was swollen, sore, and battered. And he didn’t seem like he was close to letting me go. “Please, Master,” I moaned, struggling to get out the words. Our eyes were locked, my jaw held firmly by my own legs, guarded by his big biceps.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his breath heavy and paced, eyes piercing deeply into my soul. He pulled back, releasing my legs from his grip. Then came the pounding—deep and rough. Thwack! Thwack! echoed the sound of his cock pounding into my wet pussy. Our body fluids mixed into a scent that was to become my new olfactory fetish.

“Call me Master,” he said softly, his ears resting on my lips. “Master,” I moaned, making enough hot air to make his body shiver. “Fuck yes,” he said, thrusts getting faster, eyes closed. “You own this pussy, Master,” I moaned louder into his ears, my hips meeting his thrusts. “Oh,” he sang in a way that softened me up, sending a vibration over my core.

“Cum in me, please,” I begged, pinching his nipples, rolling and pressing them roughly as he continued to pump into me. “You’re my cumslut, bitch,” he groaned loudly, tone now rougher like he was about to shoot. “ yes master, I’m all yours, your cumslut” . The words overwhelmed his entire body, his groans louder than ever. His chest on my boobs as I spanked his ass hard.

Moments later, he collapsed into my body, muscles twitching, his load pumping deep down my pussy. He collapsed on me, his weight crashing down. We both fell into a deep sleep. My body ached with an intense pain.