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Marci and I have not seen or spoken to each other in over two years. She has texted me and called me many times which I have ignored. So she came to Dallas to confront me and the doorman let her into my penthouse to wait for me. She thought--when she did it--that I'd be mad. Maybe that's why she did it. Things had been too chilly between us for over a year. She is desperate to feel my huge cock inside her pussy. She needed feeling the excitement of having my huge cock stretching her to the limit. She doesn't know exactly what she thought I'd do, all she knows is that she expected a lot more of a reaction than she got. But I didn't move--or even bat an eye--when the ice cube slide down the back of my shirt, against my skin. It made her a little uncomfortable, how silent and motionless I am. She didn't know what to do, other than continue sitting there, next to me on the couch, pretending to watch TV while eyeing me out of the corner of her eye. Finally, unable to stand the silence, she turns to me, tried to giggle to lighten the mood. I turn to look at Marci, but I'm not smiling. My eyes are dark, unreadable, filled with some hidden emotion that sent a thrill of fear--and lust--up her spine. Marci can see a damp spot forming on the back of my shirt, near my pants, where the ice is melting. Marci blushes a little, but it is dark, with only the light from the television as illumination, and she hopes I didn't notice.
Marci started to speak, but my hand flashed out so quick that she is stunned into silence. My fingers lock around her wrist starting to hurt. She tries to pull away. I narrow my eyes. " Why do you insist upon acting so ish? What the hell are you doing here?" I admonish, before releasing her with a sound of disgust. " Why have you refused my calls and text messages?" She said angrily. I cleared my throat and glared. " Don't start with me right now," I warn. " I'm not in the mood." Indignant, she shot to her feet, hands on her hips. Now I'm on my feet, fists clenched, that tick in my jaw working overtime. " That's what you want, then?" I ask her, an evil grin lighting my face. I took a step toward her and she took a step backward, holding one of the sofa pillows in front of her protectively. She knew I wouldn't hurt her, not really, but she had never seen that look in my eyes before. It made her knees weak. " You don't scare me," She said, with more bravado than she felt. Then she made the mistake of turning her back on me, starting to walk away. The next thing she knew, my fingers were at the nape of her neck, twining in her hair, pulling her back. Surprised, her head jerks a little and she stopped walking. " Ouch, stop."
Marci tries to twist around to face me, but I hold my thumb against her neck, rubbing strangely erotic circles against one of her sensitive spots. There is a long silence. She didn't hear anything but the sound of my breathing. Then she feels one of my hands brush lightly against the side of her breast and she gasps as her nipple hardens in reaction to my touch. Marci feels herself involuntarily leaning back into my body. When I finally spoke, my voice is low, rumbling, almost a growl. " If you want to play, we'll play. Get on your knees." Trying to get a grip on her racing pulse, she reminds herself she wanted this rough treatment. " No. I'm not doing anything with you, you jerk." Marci tries one of those foot sweep moves that she had been learning in self-defense class, hoping to catch me off-guard. It didn't work out exactly the way she had planned. Her back slammed down on the carpet hard, and she dropped the pillow. " Damn," She muttered under her breath. So much for those classes. My eyes flashed from green to black as I pinned her wrists to the floor near her head.
Marci kicked her feet and tried to wiggle out from under me, but only succeeded in grinding her hips against my hips. Simultaneously feeling the growing erection in my pants. It is not the best position for her to be in while wearing a mid-thigh-length cotton dress, as the dress is riding higher on her hips with every wiggle. Marci feels her cheeks get hot at the thought that I might be able to see the growing damp spot on her panties. Changing tactics, she tries to free her hands from my grip. As she struggles, unsuccessfully, to push me off and flip me over, she tries to hide her involuntary smile. Her heart is racing, and her body is incredibly aroused. She realized, suddenly, that she missed fighting with me, she has never had so much fun fighting with anyone in her life. Marci is caught between the desire to draw out the inflaming passion of the struggle and the strong desire to give in to whatever it is I want. In her moment of indecision, I caught her wrists together with one hand and bent my head toward her. She bits her lip as my warm breath tickles her earlobe. Then I move slightly, lightly nipping her neck with my teeth. Her breathing, is coming in short heaving gasps, catching in her throat. Marci tries to swallow the moan that rose in her chest, but she can't stop her hips from moving against me, as I kiss her neck then licking it.
Marci feels the beginnings of an orgasm gathering in her body, wanting to feel me inside of her first. Drawing on some reserves of strength and willpower, she twists the bottom half of her body and tries to pull out from under me. I laugh softly against her ear, keeping her arms pinned and moving with her. Marci ends up flat on her stomach this time, even more immobile than before, the hard length of my body lying on top of her. I bit her earlobe, just hard enough to make her cry out my name. She can't help myself. Marci didn't want me to stop. I brushed her hair away from her neck with one hand. " Having fun now?" I asked, my voice thick with desire. She made a d sound, which is muffled by the carpet at her cheek. Ignoring her struggles, I run a hand up her outer thigh, dragging the hem of her dress up until it is bunched at her waist. She feels the cool air on her skin, the texture of my pants pressing against her. Marci is glad it is dark, because she feels incredibly exposed. She feels my eyes drinking in the sight of her obvious arousal. Then, before she knew what I'm doing, there is a sharp tugging at her hips, a tearing sound, and the flimsy bikini straps of her panties give way to my insistence, ripping at the seams. " Hey," She cried in protest, but again the sound is muffled by the carpet.
Marci tried to push herself up, bracing herself against the floor with her knees and outstretched elbows. But she only succeeded in pushing her ass into the air, making her naked wetness more available to me. Realizing this, she tried to flatten herself against the floor again, but I'm too quick--sliding the sofa pillow from where it had fallen next to her up and under her lower abdomen. Marci begins to struggle in more now, using her whole body. This isn't a position she is comfortable in, wasn't something we'd ever done before. I allowed her to struggle for a moment, seemingly preoccupied with something else as I hold her down with one arm. There is a rustling and a sliding behind her. Marci imagined I might be taking my pants off. She wanted to roll over and take me in her hand, her mouth. Inside of her. I have other plans. She hears the sharp crack before she feels it, a warm, stinging sensation spreading across her ass. Marci is so surprised that she stopped struggling. Then the lower half of my body covered her again, skin against skin, and she realized that I had removed my pants. She writhed beneath me like a snake, wanting me to slide inside of her now.
I'm roughly grinding my hard cock into her back side, then Marci cried out as my arching cock impaled her. I love to watch her react to me entering her, and if she hadn't been wet and aroused it would have been even more painful. I
can be loving and tender, but this is not to be one of those times. I'm thrusting hard into her, and the force I'm using drove the two of us into the sofa. " Gonna cum, aren't you Marci?" I said arrogantly as I read her body language and saw that her orgasm is near. " John," Marci gasped, grabbing her arms while her body arched up off of the floor, and then she slammed back down to the carpet, twitching and jerking around uncontrollably. " You cum so good," I said as I looked down at Marci, who is dazed and disheveled. " Let's see how many more times you can cum."
I had already popped a load down her throat, so with the edge taken off, I feel like I can go all night and so for what seems like forever to Marci being impaled, I use her like a rag doll as I positioned her around as I wanted. " Look!" I grunted as I grabbed her hair and pull her head back as I mounted her doggie style, her to look at our image in the mirror. Marci is red-faced on all fours, with her breasts swinging below her, looked nothing like the woman who was teasing me an hour before. She is drained, having had at least three orgasms, but I'm relentless slamming into her non stop even when she begs me to stop. " John... I can't," she sobs, as she looks at the reflection of the two of them in the mirror. " Sure you can," I cackled as I pull the hand-full of black hair back further. " I'm so sore John," Marci whined. " It's too big." " What's too big, Marci?" I asked. " Tell me." " Your cock - it's too big," Marci gasped. " No more. Please cum." " You want me to cum?" " Yes. Let me finish you off." " How?" " Uh... my mouth. Let me make you cum with my mouth," Marci suggested, and after I shook my head she thought back to the other ways she had brought me to climax over the last year. " Between my breasts? You liked that."
" I've got a better idea," I said, Marci cried out when I brought her down to the carpet. " John no!" Marci sobbed into the pillow her face is pressed into. " Not that." " But it's so nice that way," I said as I straddled her while reaching for tube of gel on the coffee table. " Your cunt is tight, but your asshole - that's like a vice." " Besides," I theorized as I lubricated two fingers and them into her anus. " You know I cum fast this way. Now just relax." As I push the bulbous head of my cock into her puckered ring she starts to try to squirm away, but I held her hips while my cock into the tiny channel. " Yes!" I groaned while Marci squealed into the pillow. " Take it all Marci!" I didn't last long, just as I had feared. Her anus is so tight around my cock that within a minute I'm cumming, bellowing loudly over, Marci sobbing as my cock erupted, filling her bowels with my hot seed. Drained, I ease myself up off of her, watching my cock slither out of her ass. The sight of Marci's anus, still gaping open wide as my seed oozed out of the d orifice, never failed to excite me, as I chuckled to myself as her body continued to shudder.
" You need help," Marci said after catching her breath and composing herself a bit. " Is that so?" " Yes. Did you see yourself while you were me? It was like you enjoyed it!" " ? Enjoying my hot lover isn't a reason for seeking help," I declared. " Allowing you to let your body go without affection is much sicker." " Then we both need help," Marci said. " Counseling or something. How could you do that to me?" " How? Easy. I fucked you for about a half hour, and you came at least three times," I explained. " Then I stuck a couple of fingers into your ass, and then I stuck my cock in there and came. Before I came though, you did too." " Don't deny it," I said when Marci started to protest. " I know by now when you cum, and you had a orgasm while I'm fuckng your ass. I do like it when you play the victim though. Makes it seem even nastier." " Should have never came here and let this start," Marci admitted. Marci stayed on her stomach until I left the room, and only then did she struggle to her feet. The image in the mirror is so disgusting that she cannot bear to look at herself, and as she went to the bathroom. She knew she needed to leave for New York before I returned.
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