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Twisting On The Gallows Pole

Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

wanted to complete this act, to have him cum down my throat while I exploded with my own climax. Another part of me (the part that hadn’t had any cock for two weeks) just wanted him to flip me over drive deep into my pussy. Not without some regret, I stopped him the next time he withdrew to let me breathe by gently touching my teeth to his erection (a sure-fire attention-getter if ever there was one) and a muffled negative. “Huh-uh.” Never one to outstay a welcome, he straightened his arms and legs, pulling out of my pussy and my mouth at the same wistful instant. “I need to slow down,” I apologised. “I’m not ready to finish with you just yet, Sir.” He looked at me through the gap between our bodies; a look of pure gratitude on his face for the amazing acts of oral gymnastics that I had performed on his manhood. “A few more spins, then Belinda?” “Just a couple. Spin!” “Left foot, red,” said the phone. Completely ignoring this direction, I gladly gave up my inside-out crab-walking position and flopped onto the mat on my back. Towering over me on all-fours, his cock was above and behind my head and pointing straight down at me. Target acquired. Rolling backwards on my shoulders, I raised my legs and bottom in the air and propped with my elbows to hold there. My stockinged legs spread wide and straight around his body and – with a little positioning – the tip of his erection touching my open pussy lips. “Left foot red?” he questioned. “Red, pink, whatever,” I said. “Don’t ... feel constrained by rules. Just put something somewhere.” I didn’t get a response, then, “Please, Sir.” And with that he rocked forward a little, changing the angle of his cock to point straight down and seating his knob in my entrance. Then in one long, slow thrust he pushed all the way into me – or at least as much as would fit before he bottomed out. This was rare for us; usually he had to painstakingly work his thick cock into me inch by inch, allowing me to stretch to accommodate his girth. I don’t know what was different this time; certainly I was dripping wet from all the foreplay, but maybe it was just the angle. Whatever it was, it felt heavenly. My pussy pointed straight up in the air and his thick cock pistoned downwards into me. His first stoke bottomed out at six inches, but with each powerful thrust he was stretching my pussy and driving a little deeper. Each time I stretched, instead of feeling pain, I felt a little mini-orgasm explosion of pleasure. I have had him missionary, doggy, and scissors. I’ve ridden him both forwards and backwards. There was even that one magical time (our first time) when he picked me up and lowered me helplessly onto his shaft until I was impaled. But never had it felt like this. It was as if being upside down had moved all my innards further up to make room for more cock. Much more cock! He was seven inches in now – which was as much as I had ever taken and still walked upright the next day. Although he was pressing hard against my ...