MasukLike most other ideas of that nature, my wife, Amanda's fantasy should have stayed just that: a fantasy. It should never have resulted in me waiting here for her to return from the doctor's surgery. Some women marry for love, others for money But Amanda is different, Amanda is very different. I have never been wealthy, never been wonderfully good looking; the reason for Amanda and I being together, frankly, is the size of my endowment! You see, Amanda is a slut. Acually, its more than that, she never seems to be able to get enough hot cock and the bigger the better. I had always thought that my size - at nine inches - would have been enough to satisfy her, but after our conversation a few months ago, I knew that she still craved more. We were lying in bed after a frantic sex session in which I'd brought my wife to no fewer than three orgasms. As she laid back, breathing hard and toying idly with my semi erect penis, she
My fingers quickly found her clit and started rubbing it, putting just enough pressure to drive her insane.“I want you to come for me, little muse,” I commanded as sweat trickled down my spine, and the tightness of my groin had become almost painful.I applied some more pressure on her clit, and it only took seconds before she fell apart. Her mouth opened, her eyes rolled back, and her body shut tight in itself.I pumped for a few more seconds, trying to prolong her orgasm, but when I realized that I was too close to the edge as well, I pulled out, wrapped my fingers around my length, and stoked myself. It took exactly two movements before I started coming, spurting sperm all over her pretty pink skin and adding additional paint to the picture.The pleasure hit me like a truck and I needed all my willpower not to fall on top of her. My legs buckled, and I had a second to react before they gave away. I stumbled next to her on the podium, my dick still in my
When my body had finally stopped releasing my juices, I just let it relax, not moving even an inch. My eyes only followed Axel as he stood up, his white shirt now pink and stuck to his body as a second skin. He looked happier than I’d ever seen him before, but it was the devilish glint that worried me.“No.” My words were barely a whisper when I registered what he wanted to do.“Oh, yes, my muse. It’s finally time for me to reshape you, on the inside just as the outside.”My brain made a whining sound, yet my cunt released another stream of liquid.I was fucked. Figuratively. But soon enough it would be literally.Axel POVFuck. Tasting her felt good. It felt more than good. It was delicious.Her musky taste with the flavor of blood almost made me burst in my pants after the first lick. It was heavenly, and I couldn’t wait to taste her once more. But what was better was her sounds, her reaction, the way she gave in to my touch and invi
The canvas stared at me with its black and red outlines. I could see all the curves of my body done with the darker of the two colors, while the other one was used for the shadowing. The two together made me look stunning. The picture radiated sin and seduction, and I immediately felt the heat warming my chest.Was that the way he was seeing me? Like something that forced him to sin? Like a real-life demon?“You are quiet,” he commented after a few seconds, his eyes not leaving the line of my face.“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered. It was so conflicting to see yourself as something that looked so beautiful yet so demonic. I wanted to tell him that I loved it, cause I really did, and he had created a true masterpiece, yet a part of me was scared that another question would follow up.“You don’t like it,” he assumed and turned it around.“It’s not that—” I started, but he shook his head.“It’s okay. I’m not offended.” His voice was calm, b
I closed my eyes and felt the tiny hairs of the brush slide down my waist, my thighs, until they circled and went to my pelvis, then slid even further and scraped my clit.The ruined orgasm returned with full force, leaving me panting and on the edge.“Remember your goal,” Axel murmured as the brush started circling around my sensitive nub.“I can’t,” I hissed and clenched my fingers in fists.“I know you can, little muse,” he said softly and his other hand went to rub my thigh, making me go even wilder with sensations. “Fight it.”The brush applied more pressure on my clit and I cried out, new tears filling my eyes and ready to fall from despair.“Please,” I begged, my whole body convulsing with need. “I beg you.” I opened my eyes, and through the blurry vision I looked at him. “I need to come.”He didn’t say anything for a while, just continued rubbing my bundle of nerves. The silence continued for so long that I expected him to give me permis
“So you want to torture me?” I asked, my voice already weak and quiet.“I like to call that edging,” he said. “Sounds less torture-y.” He chuckled once again, but I was already lost to the pleasure that was building in my body.My right hand was rubbing my clit slowly, while my left one had gone to my breasts and was squeezing them, pinching my nipples from time to time.“Your body was made to be painted like that,” he commented, his words hitting me right at the core.I sighed and arched my back. It felt too good doing that. Too right.I let myself go, I let my body enjoy the sensation while my mind went wild with pleasure.“How many times have you done that, thinking of me?” His voice pulled me from my trance and I suddenly froze. How could he know? “Oh, no, don’t stop on my behalf,” he murmured, and slowly, I let myself continue.“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I replied, spreading my legs just a bit wider, trying to distract him from
Chapter 4Calvin’s thick cock stretched my throat wide as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth with slow, deep strokes. I could barely breathe. Every time he pushed in, my nose pressed against his hard abs and his heavy balls rested on my chin. The blindfold kept me in total darkness, heightening
Chapter 3I stayed locked in my bedroom all night and all through the early and late hours of the morning. I barely slept, my heart still racing from what had happened last night. Every time I thought about going downstairs for something to eat, my stomach twisted with panic. What if Calvin was th
Chapter 2The hot water pounded over my body, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning between my legs. I leaned harder against the tiled wall, legs trembling as I fucked myself with three fingers, thrusting them deep and fast into my dripping pussy.My mind had completely surrendered to Cal
Chapter 1: I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of our master bedroom, staring out at the glittering city lights below. The silk robe barely clung to my body, and the cool night air teased my skin underneath. At forty-two, I still looked good, I had full breasts, a narrow waist, and hips that u







