More Than She Bargained For (closed)

. . .

She was standing on that cliff and Vic was bound and determined to push her off. He rubbed her clit harder as her felt her soft breasts against his chest.

"I want you to cum for me Amelia."

Two fingers now found their way inside her steamy, sodden sex cave. Vic crooked his index finger probing for her G spot. When he found the raised ridge deep inside of her cunt, he pressed against it firmly.

"Cum all over my fingers my precious slut. Cum for me now."

. . .

Vic soaked in all the sights, smells and sounds as Amelia quivered in orgasmic spasms. This was going to be a very pleasant and rewarding journey for the both of them. He slowly withdrew his fingers from deep inside her and brought them up to his mouth and licked them clean.

"You taste so good, Amelia. I love when you cum. I can't think of anything else better in the world than seeing you lost in pleasure."

He brought her close and looked into her beautiful blue eyes.

"Why don't we get you home so you can get some rest. Then, if you're up to it, we can have a late dinner tonight and talk. There's so much I want to do with you and for you. But I need you to trust me. I promise I will earn that trust. I hope what happened last night and here today will be a first step."

. . .

"Ah yes, your skirt and blouse. I placed them on top of the dresser in the bedroom."

Vic repositioned his hands on her shoulders, persuading her to move closer. "I'm afraid folding clothes is not my forte," he said with a grin, "you may find them in less than pristine condition. Oh and your shoes? Under the bed."

Amelia willingly came forward and once again Vic peered into those blue eyes. It wasn't the color or brightness that he found so hypnotic, it was the fire that burned beneath them. He felt that intensity only moments earlier, the way her pussy wrapped around his fingers like a velvet sheet, how her whole body shook in blissful seizures. It may not have been her strongest orgasm but Vic was sure she had never cum like that before. He placed his right hand gently under her chin.

"Give me 10 minutes to shower and shave. Why don't you grab some coffee. Ernie will keep you company."

After cleaning up, he found Amelia sitting at the table with her coffee and Ernie parked at her feet.

"I hope he didn't bug you too much. He has a thing for attractive women. I left a tooth brush and some clean towels so you can freshen up. I'll just wait for you here when you've finished."

As Amelia left for the bedroom, Vic got his phone and scrolled through his messages until he found the one from Kyle Vernon. While he still couldn't place the name, he opened it up. Kyle would be interviewing Amelia for the internship and asked him to forward her phone number. Vic thought the ride back to Amelia's car at the West End would be a good opportunity to discuss that option.

For the duration of the 30 minute trip, Vic provided Amelia a description of what her duties would be should she decide to accept the position. She listened attentively, quietly processing every detail. There was no effort on his part to convince her to take the job, this was to be her decision alone. He was just about finished when he pulled into the lot and parked next to her VW.

"Go home, think about it and, if you'd like, we can talk more over dinner this evening."

Vic loosened his seatbelt, leaned over the console and kissed her, a long hungry passionate kiss that left little doubt about his intentions.

"And I also want you to think about what we talked about last night and earlier today. I want you to be sure you meant everything you said to me."

Amelia shut the door of her apartment and leaned back against it, taking a deep breath. She touched trembling fingers to her lips, lips that still felt swollen from his kiss. His words echoed in her mind. She was still amazed at the swiftness of her response to him in the car. "I don't need time to think. I meant it, all of it."

Even now, with a bit of space and distance between them, Amelia knew her answer was the truth. She didn't understand it. She couldn't rationalize it. But there was something about Vic, something that drew her in and held her. She'd never been seriously attracted to older men. She'd ignored a few thinly veiled suggestions from professors in college, uninterested. But there was no real correlation between the two. Vic was another playing field all together, and suddenly Amelia wasn't sure she knew the rules of the game.

With a shaky laugh, Amelia pushed away from the door. She kicked off her heels and padded barefoot to her room, seeing no sign of Brooke. She said she wanted to be his slut! Amelia wondered if being Vic's slut was different from being a slut in general. Amelia dropped onto her bed and checked the tiny silver clock on her nightstand. She had a little over three hours before she met Vic for dinner. Her lips curved upward in a smile. When she met Vic for dinner tonight, he would have no doubt she meant what she said.

"I don't need time to think. I meant it, all of it."

Vic kept hearing those words as he drove home, like that song you can't get out of your head. They were said without hesitation. She wanted to be his cum hungry slut, her pussy was his to do with as he pleased. Maybe what happened last night in that parking garage and this afternoon in his bedroom convinced her that she was ready to embark on a journey. A journey of self discovery and realization, one that would expose her to a world of sexual pleasure she never could have imagined. A journey where Vic would be her trusted guide and confidant.

As he pulled into the garage, Vic felt his hard cock pressing against his Levis. He didn't cum earlier, not that he didn't want to, he needed to show Amelia how her pleasure was what truly mattered to him. He wouldn't be able to hold back tonight. He would take Amelia back to his place and fuck her.

It was a little before 7:00, when Vic walked into the lounge at Sutters. Amelia suggested meeting there which Vic found a bit surprising. Sutters catered to an older crowd, mostly professionals conducting business over dinner and cocktails. The coincidence of her choice didn't go unnoticed either. Was this just another sign that history would repeat itself? Did Amelia really mean what she said? He was determined to answer those questions before evening's end.

After ordering a glass of wine, Vic sat at a small both across from the bar. As he twirled the overpriced merlot in his glass and watched the legs drool down the sides, Vic wondered how the night would play out. Would she agree to go back to his place again? They couldn't very well go back to hers. That thought gave him pause. Brooke. A possible and very real complication.

Suddenly, the five 40 something suits sitting at the bar turned and stared at the entrance to the lounge. Something or someone had obviously gotten their attention. Vic had to crane his neck a bit to see what the commotion was all about.

When he saw who had caught their eye, the concerns about Brooke quickly became an afterthought. There stood Amelia and Vic had the answers to his questions.

Amelia took one final look in the mirror before clipping the tag still hanging from the little black dress. It was the most daring piece she owned, balancing just on this side of decency as the neckline dipped in a deep V between her breasts, ruling out a bra, and the skirt made no allowance for bending--at all. The dress had been a girlfriend gift after the Anthony breakup, but Amelia had never had the desire to try it out until tonight.

Amelia adjusted the straps of her dress and slipped on her bright red, 3 inch heels that actually matched the shade of red that stained her lips. Half her hair was pinned up on one side while the rest fell about her shoulders in soft curls. It was silly, but having just some of her hair down made Amelia feel less exposed. She made a quick dash for her car, knowing if Brooke saw the dress she was wearing there would be a hundred questions.

Nervous tension laced with excitement coiled tighter deep in Amelia's belly with each step she took toward Sutter's lounge. Stepping through the door, Amelia could feel the eyes turn her way. She couldn't help but pull her shoulders back, daring them to look their fill. The attention was a little heady, warming her cheeks, but her eyes didn't stop moving until she spotted him. A slow smile curved her red lips as she moved toward him, perfectly balanced on the heels that show cased her long legs.

"Good evening," Amelia greeted Vic as she slipped into the booth, carefully maneuvering so as not to flash her red lace thong at the whole lounge.

Any doubts that Vic may have harbored about the sincerity of Amelia's affirmation were quickly put to rest as he watched her seductively slink her way across the lounge to his booth. His erection was immediate; fueled not only by the knowledge of the treasures to be found under that revealing black dress but also the reaction of every man in that bar.

She knew she was on display and gave her adoring public ample opportunity to drink in every sensuous feature. By the time she reached Vic, one of the guys at the bar was standing, tracking her every movement, hoping to catch even more skin when she sat down. Vic had gotten up from his end seat and allowed Amelia to slide very ladylike onto the plush leather cushion to the center of the half moon booth.

Everything about her was far more intoxicating than any of the liquid spirits being served, from the fragrance of her shampoo to the sound of her sultry "Good evening" as she glided past him. Prior to her arrival, Vic sat, sipped his wine and played through several scenarios of how the evening would play out. Now, however, he knew exactly what would happen tonight and so did Amelia.

For a moment, Vic sat there and stared, just like every other horny guy in the joint. Her breasts were more exposed than covered. The smile that never left those bright red lips, mesmerized him, beckoned him to move closer. Vic slide over and placed his right arm around her shoulder. He turned slightly toward her.

"You look amazing Amelia. There isn't a man in this bar who wouldn't want to be me right now. I'm going to finish my wine and then I'll walk you to your car which you will get in and follow me back to my house."

Reaching across the table, Vic took her left hand and placed it on his raging hard on. His left hand joined hers under the table and caressed its way up her thigh seeking the source of the hot pooling dampness between her legs.

"Feel how hard you've made me. And it's not just the dress. It's how every man in this bar wants to fuck you right now. Someday, we'll bring one of them, one that you choose, home with us so we can take turns fucking you, covering you in cum. That's what a good slut like you wants, isn't it Amelia. Have two cocks, two mouths, four hands all over that perfect body."

Two fingertips lightly grazed the soaked fabric covering her slit. They nudged the material aside, poised at the edge of penetration. Just as they plunged deep inside, Vic pulled her close and whispered in her ear,

"Tell me that's just what a cum slut like you wants."

. . .

"Yes, Vic. That's what I want. I want it any way you want to give it to me."

Those words, whispered into his ear coated with breath as hot as the fever that burned between her thighs, bored their way into Vic's brain. He fought the urge to push her head onto his lap with one purpose in mind; wrap those bright red full lips around his cock. After all, isn't that exactly what happened with Erica that night four years ago.

However, they weren't at one of the isolated booths found in the depths of the lounge. Also, it appeared a couple of the men decided to change their seats and now were facing Vic's booth, staring at Amelia. No, he'd find another way to test her resolve and give all those onlookers a show.

Vic slowly withdrew his fingers from her steamy, sex tunnel. Her pussy gripped them tighter as they exited, reluctant to let them part, knowing of the void their absence would create. After pushing the satiny narrow strip of her thong back over her slit, he brought his hand back onto the table. His two digits were glued together with a shiny paste of girl cum. As he spread them to cup his wine glass, a thin thread spread between them like a circus high wire. All this time, Amelia's hand remained on his stiff shaft.

He took a sip of wine and as he turned back toward her, his hand disappeared under the table back between her splayed legs. His fingers teased a hot burning path over the smooth material until they came to rest on top of her clit. The firm pressure he exerted caused her pleasure button to harden. He pulled her closer to him, his grip firm and controlling.

"I want you to unzip my pants and take my cock that you've made so fucking hard into that delicate little hand of yours and stroke it."

After a slight pause to let that command sink in, he continued.

"And while you're doing that, I want you to look directly across the bar at the guy in the thousand dollar suit who hasn't taken his eyes off you since you walked in. Make sure you leave little doubt to what you're doing."

His fingers began making targeted deliberate swipes across the protrusion in her thong.

"Imagine he's sitting on your other side and his cock is in your hand."

Vic's fingers strummed her clit like an accomplished guitarist.

"That thought makes you want to cum doesn't it Amelia? The thought of you milking two hard cocks until they spew their loads all over you makes you feel like the slut you always knew you were."

. . .

They were both on the edge of diving off that ledge and falling into that deep chasm of both relief and pleasure. Vic knew he wouldn't last much longer if Amelia's skilled hand continued its piston like pumping. As much as he hated it, for both of their sakes, Vic's left hand slipped from inside her dress and freed his rigid column from her grip.

"My God, Amelia," he whispered in her ear as his right hand played with the lustrous golden curls that cascaded onto her bare shoulder, "that felt so good. But I have a different plan for the load of cum that's been building in my balls since this morning."

Vic guided her hand between his legs where he cupped it under his scrotum. "Go ahead, feel how full and heavy you've made them."

As he tore his eyes from the beautiful young woman beside him, Vic turned and looked across the bar. Amelia was right. The thousand dollar suit guy knew exactly what was going on. Even at this distance, Vic could see the intensity in his stare, like a sniper sighting his target and wondered if the hand that wasn't visible on the bar was busy between his legs. The moment had arrived for the finale of Amelia's performance.

When he reintroduced his fingers onto the silken skin of her inner thigh, Vic longed for her soft hand around his shaft. With his breath now coming in tattered bursts, Vic took a moment to collect himself, knowing he needed to be focused. Timing for what he had planned was critical. His actions and words needed to be completely in sync. As his fingers started up that velvety path and blazed a trail of heat toward their ultimate destination, his gaze returned to Amelia.

"I want you to look at thousand dollar suit guy again," he said softly, his voice soaked with lust, "and think about him stroking his cock underneath the bar. Think about how hard you've made him just by watching you."

By now Vic's fingers were standing guard at her entrance, patiently waiting for permission to proceed. Just as they pushed aside the sodden mess her thong had become, he told her what he wanted next.

"Show him how a wanton slut like yourself cums Amelia. Let him watch you, just like I watched you last night in that parking garage. Picture him jacking off just like you saw me last night."

This time three fingers slid effortlessly into the scalding furnace between her legs. Vic skillfully maneuvered his thumb directly above her clit. Grabbing a handful of her loose curls, Vic pulled her head to him until her ear collided with his lips. As he nibbled on the lobe, he pressed his thumb down on her clit as if he were starting his SUV. He breathed his final words, inflamed with passion, into her ear.

"Cum for him Amelia. I know you want him to see how slutty you look when your hungry cunt is filled and sated."

. . .

It seemed that Sutters had been rendered into a state of suspended animation; the only movement. Amelia walking to the women's lounge, the only sound, the rhythmic click of her heels against the polished hardwood. Every eye escorted her across the floor as if they had been commanded to do so by some unknown, powerful force.

Vic was not immune from that spell, albeit the gaze he cast upon her was far different than the lecherous leers coming from the bar. To them, she was nothing more than some young hottie that the old man she was with was going to fuck before his Viagra wore off. The jealous glances thrown his way gave Vic pause.

Yes he wanted, no he needed, to fuck her tonight, fuck that tight pussy and make it his cum dump, but in the morning it would be different. He'd let her know what she really meant to him. There was a connection between them, one he felt when they shared that first glass of wine at Brooke's party. Deep down inside, Vic knew it was much, much more than the sex.

Last night on his way to the West End, having sex with her was the last thing on his mind. He needed to be sure she was alright, he needed to apologize to her , he needed to make sure he hadn't ruined everything. She trusted him to guide her, help her achieve her goals and that was still first and foremost in his mind. However, what transpired at that parking garage last night, in his bedroom this morning and here at Sutters told him her trust went far beyond just her career. Now he needed the time to make sure she knew there was to be balance in their relationship, to reassure her she would always be so much more to him.

But for the remainder of the evening she would be his slut, a role he now knew she accepted and even relished. The images his words had painted in her mind, bringing another man home, men masturbating thinking about her, played as much of a role in her orgasms as his actions. How quickly did her words of protest melt away once his fingertips resumed grazing her hardened clit. Those blissful seizures that rocked her body earlier spoke volumes. Amelia was all in.

Suddenly Vic was acutely aware of the noise that surrounded him like someone had hit the mute button on the remote again. The sound of ice tumbling into a glass, the ubiquitous mindless chatter, made him look up from his wine. As he did, Amelia emerged from the dark hallway that led to the women's lounge and started toward their booth. Once again all eyes turned her way. Her strut let everyone know she was fully aware of what they had all witnessed moments earlier. In fact, the seductive sway her heels lent to her hips let them know she wasn't ashamed but proud that they did. Sexuality dripped of her body like melting ice cream down a cone in the summer sun.

Vic slid out of the booth and stood beside it. The sight of her made his cock grow hard again. It was time for them to leave and go back to his place where he could spend the weekend with her explaining everything.

When she reached him, he grabbed her hand and without saying a word hustled her out of the lounge into the parking lot. In his haste, he realized he was doing more dragging than walking so he slowed the pace as he searched for her car. Once they got to her parking spot, Vic placed his hands on her bare shoulders. Despite the cool evening breeze, Vic could feel his fingers burning into her soft skin.

"Amelia, I want you to come home with me because I really want to fuck that tight pussy of yours and fill it with my cum."

He paused for a moment and looked into her eyes. What he saw took him back to Brooke's party and the first moment they met. He dropped his hands around her waist and pulled her close. His embrace was different, his hands didn't wander down to her ass or reach under her dress. It sent a message of care and a need to feel close to her right now. When he leaned in and kissed her, that too was different. It was full of passion but it was tender not hungry. He wondered if Amelia could feel it.

"I'm going to follow you back to your apartment where you'll leave your car and pack a bag because you're going to spend the weekend with me."

He held her at arms length and looked into her eyes again.

"Lead the way. I'll be right behind."

. . .

Although Vic's eyes were trained on the taillights of Amelia's Bug, his brain still had him sitting in that booth at Sutters, his fingers buried deep inside her, bathed in the liquid heat that flowed freely from that fountain of pleasure between her legs. His cock longed to penetrate her dark dampness, to feel her grip his hardened sheath with her velvet vice, to finally spill his load of spunk deep into her molten recesses.

On the ride back to his house, he would tell her how hard it was for him to hold back and his reasons for doing so. Surely she knew how she turned him on, she saw the evidence, touched it. But tonight she saw that Vic wasn't the only man that wanted her. Every man in that bar this evening would be fucking her tonight, whether it be in their masturbatory fantasy or imaging it was Amelia when they went home and fucked their wife or girlfriend. Vic wanted her to fully comprehend when everyone viewed her as a common slut, he would fuck her like one, the one she always known but never allowed out.

When Amelia found her parking spot, Vic remembered what a pain in the ass it was to find a place to park around here. Last month when he came here to drop those documents Brooke had..........

"Of fuck, Brooke," he shouted loud enough to be heard outside. Jesus, how would Amelia explain all this. That dress, she might as well as have hung a sign, "I need to get laid" on her back. And knowing Brooke like he did, the interrogation that would certainly ensue would make a police grilling look like a friendly chat over lattes at Starbucks.

The two spots on either side of Amelia's car were empty but Vic couldn't assume one of those was Brooke's. He drove around the entire complex searching for the late model Lexus her dad handed down to her as a graduation gift. A huge sigh of relief escaped from his lips after he completed his second circuit and hadn't spotted her car. They dodged a bullet tonight but the Brooke issue would eventually need to be addressed.

Any lingering thoughts about Brook and potential problems dissipated when he saw Amelia stepping out of their apartment. Vic pulled up behind her car, got out and met her half way. Taking her overnight bag in his left hand, he wrapped his right around her waist and walked her to the car. After placing the bag in the back seat, Vic opened the passenger side door. Before Amelia got in, he pulled her close and kissed her.

His kiss in Sutters' lot was intended to convey tenderness and caring. This kiss was laced with unbridled lust as his tongue stole into her mouth, probed deep inside until it engaged hers in a passionate duel.. His hands lifted the hem of her dress and exposed her firm ass to the cool night air. He cupped her round bottom and pressed it against him as he ground his erection into her.

Reluctantly disengaging his mouth from hers, he looked into her eyes.

"We're going back to my house and fuck. I'm going to fill your greedy tight pussy with all this jizz that your slutty behavior has made come to a boil. I'm going to make your cunt my own personal cum dump. That's just what a wanton slut like you wants and needs, isn't it?"

Vic didn't give her a chance to answer as he guided her into her seat. He'd keep his hand between her legs the whole way home, fingering her clit while telling her how slutty she looked and acted this evening. Tomorrow would be another day but tonight he was going to fuck her like she had never been fucked before.

As he made his way back to the driver's side, Vic glanced up at the second floor window of Amelia's apartment. Were the curtains swaying back and forth like they had been spread opened ever so slightly and now pushed closed again? When he glanced over at Amelia and saw her with legs parted, the dress pushed up to her hips, Vic forgot all about those curtains.

"Get in the car and drive," he softly whispered to himself, "you're starting to see things."

. . .

As Vic circled behind the car so that he could open Amelia's door, any doubt that may have lingered in his brain about her commitment to being his slut tonight vanished on the drive home. His index and middle fingers never left the steaming swamp between her legs. Their movements ranged from lightly grazing her sexual landscape through the drenched fabric of her thong to frantic exploring, nudging the fabric aside, parting her bulging lips and slowly dragging the thick digits the entire length of her sodden slit.

At each traffic light he would look over at her, remind her of her performance at Sutters, her adoring audience and what she did to them. He told her how each and every one of them would be fucking her tonight, having her suck their cocks in their masturbatory fantasies. Every time he spoke, his skilled fingers would probe with a practiced flair that would take Amelia right to the orgasmic precipice before snatching her back before she fell into that abyss of pleasure. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, and appeared to be at some distant place as her body floated above her.

Amelia was already making her way out of the car by the time Vic got there. When he saw the breadth of exposed leg staring at him as Amelia stepped out his cock stirred and grew even harder. He grabbed her hand and led her into the house.

They were barely inside before Vic began to grope her. His hands freely roamed over her body before coming to rest on her ass. The pressure he exerted forced her against him. The way his tongue invaded her mouth like a marauding warrior made it clear the tender, thoughtful kiss in the parking lot would not be repeated any time soon. He pulled her through the darkened kitchen, flipped on the hallway light and led her into his bedroom.

"Stay right here. I'll be back after I let Ernie out."

Ernie returned inside after a few minutes. He sensed he would be relegated to the sofa for this evening. Resigned to that fact, he grudgingly trotted off to the living room.

Amelia was standing in front of the double sliding doors that led to a small patio outside Vic's bedroom. A swath of moon light cut across the bedroom casting her in a pale blue light. She seemed almost in a trance, not noticing Vic staring at her from the bedroom door. As he stripped his clothes from his body, she remained motionless, her gaze transfixed on whatever the view had afforded her. It was only when he closed the door, did she turn her head.

Vic stood there naked, his tumescent cock a six inch protuberance pointing directly at her. As he walked toward her, Amelia returned to looking out into the back yard. Stopping just short of her and careful to not allow his cock to touch her, he placed his hands on her shoulders. Bending forward he began to gently kiss the soft skin on the nape of her neck while his hands worked the straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. Once free, his right hand found the zipper on her back and pulled it to its end point. The top half of the dress collapsed around her hips. Vic grabbed it and pulled it until gravity took over and allowed the dress to lewdly cascade down her legs and puddle at her ankles. Amelia slid out of her heels, then carefully stepped out of her dress and backed up until she felt his cock against the small of her back.

His hands made their way around her waist and stopped on her flat stomach. They lingered there for a moment until his right hand traveled north cupping her breast, his left south resting on her thong. He leaned over and began to nip at her left ear as his tongue made a quick foray inside it. Both of his hands were sent into action: the right finding her nipple, his fingers quickly turning it into a hardened point, his left dived inside the thong down her slick folds where a steady flow of moisture had resumed.

"Fuck Amelia, can you feel how hard you and your slutty actions have made me? Can you feel the precum my cock leaked on your back?"

He moved his hands to her arms and spun her around until she was facing him.

"Now let's see just what kind of slut you really are. Wrap those luscious red lips around my cock. I want to see how well you can suck dick."

. . .

Vic’s whole body quaked with sheer ecstasy as Amelia’s delicate finger touched his hardened sheath before she grasped its base. Her mouth slid effortlessly down his shaft, her tongue swiping at its swollen head. Vic could feel precum leaking from it. He ran his fingers through her soft curls as her head began to bob up and down on him.

“That’s it Amelia, take it all. Take all of it into your mouth like a good little slut. Show me how much you love to suck cock.”

. . .

Vic looked down as Amelia's talented lips teased him as they slid effortlessly up and down his rigid shaft. Her blond curls bounced in perfect harmony with each and every bob of her head as Amelia greedily consumed his entire length. The ease her mouth consumed all six inches told Vic she had the capacity for much larger cocks.

As Amelia continued her work, Vic's mind wandered back to Sutters and the thousand dollar suit guy. He pictured them standing at Amelia's sides, her mouth and hands alternating between their two cocks. They would cum together and spray her face with thick creamy sperm as Amelia's tongue licked their spunk as it meandered down her face.

That image nudged Vic closer to the point of no return. He didn't want to finish in her mouth. No, he needed to muster all of his self control so he could finally satisfy that lustful craving that coursed through his entire being, a craving he felt the first time he saw her.

When her mouth started its journey back up toward his swollen head, Vic gently but firmly grabbed a fistful of curls and guided her to release his granite pillar of pleasure. He stepped back until he felt the edge of the bed on the rear of his thigh and motioned Amelia to stand.

"You've must have had your share of cocks in that sweet mouth of yours Amelia because it's obvious you've had plenty of practice learning how to suck one as good as you sucked mine."

Vic extended his arms and pulled her forward just short of touching his penile projection. As he sat on the bed, he grasped the thin string that circled her waist. Amelia gave her hips an exaggerated wiggle as Vic worked the soaked thong down her leg. When it reached her ankles, Amelia lifted her left foot up and out and used her right to push it front of Vic's feet.

"I bet that feels good taking that wet mess off," Vic said as he snatched it off the floor. He held it in front of him, his fingers rubbing the miniscule patch of fabric that only seconds ago covered her slippery entrance.

"Fuck this is soaked." Vic reached over and slid his index finger between her swollen folds. "Just making sure there's still some for me," as he withdrew his finger and licked it dry.

"You taste wonderful, Amelia."

He continued to view her, admire her beauty and sensuality. His mind became a jumble of thoughts. There was so much he wanted to say to her, to reassure her his feelings extended beyond this pure carnal desire. He hoped those kisses earlier told her that. As his eyes toured her body again, he saw the taut tips of her nipples and the bare puffy petals between her legs and became focused on the only thing he wanted. At that moment, Vic felt drunk on the desire to possess, penetrate and ravish her. To quench that primal need to fill her with his seed.

"Get on your hands and knees and face the wall behind me," he commanded as he patted the mattress with his left hand. Vic got up as she crawled onto the bed.

It was as if she read his mind. Her upper torso feel forward, her head bowed, her weight rested on her extended forearms. Amelia raised her hips which slowly undulated as they searched for contact. Vic was standing directly behind her, his steel hard cock poised at her entrance ready to accept the engraved invitation her dancing pelvis sent.

Vic grabbed his cock and stirred its head in the scalding juices of her pussy lips. He pushed his hips forward and sunk his rigid length into her. He felt the welcoming embrace of her pussy as its walls stretched to accommodate the intrusion.

"Your pussy is so tight, Amelia," Vic groaned as his cock was bathed in liquid heat. His hands were on her hips as his cock glided smoothly in and out of her sex that was graced with a fresh coating of her fuck juice

His breathing came in staccato bursts of desperation. The rate of his thrusts increased and each one reached deep inside the molten recesses of her fertile young cunt. It wouldn't be long before he surrendered his cum to her.

Did she want it? Did she want him to flood her with his cum? She was his tonight and she knew it. He was in control, her pussy pledged to him. She expected him to make all the decisions.

Vic knew the next foray into her heated cavern would be his last. He withdrew his cock until only its head remained captive in her well oiled darkness. Before he plunged back in for the final time, his right hand left her hip and reached up and grabbed a handful of damp curls. Vic leaned forward while pulling her head back by her hair. His mouth was inches away from her left ear.

"Your cunt is my cum reservoir isn't you little slut? It aches with the need to be filled with my thick creamy spunk, doesn't it Amelia? Tell me to dump my load inside you. Tell me how bad you want it."

. . .