The Dorm Next Door

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"Ahhhhhhh!"

Tom let out a blood curdling scream as his opponent pulled back on his chin. His arms were wrapped around his opponent's knees and if this were a real fight Tom would be tapping out already, or about to be permanently damaged.

But it wasn't a real fight; it wasn't even a real match. It was a pro-wrestling training session and Tom had to sell the pain; act like it hurt to make the show look real.

Tom wasn't planning a career in pro-wrestling, he was an aspiring actor, going to college for it and everything. He had the good looks and charm of a young Ryan Reynolds or Tom Cruise. He was taking a course in pro-wrestling to learn stage combat and how to take a fall. It also helped him keep in shape, and it was alot of fun.

Tom had already been cast in two productions this semester, on top of schoolwork. He was pushing the limits on time as it were, but he loved what he did.

Tom cried out again, shaking his hand signaling to the audience that he was fighting the hold, but it wasn't true. The camel clutch he was in was how the match was supposed to end. That was the thing about pro-wrestling, the end was decided in advance, and maybe one or two spots, but most of the match was improved, which was really cool.

Tom struggled a bit more then tapped his opponent's left knee. The opponent screamed in victory, applying slightly more pressure on his chin, so Tom knew to scream in pain, then released him.

Coach clapped his hands. "One hell of a match Tom, you sure you don't want to get on the card for Saturday night? You'd make some money and get a feel for being on stage."

Tom shook his head as he rolled out of the ring. "Not this semester Coach. I'm too busy. I've got a huge math test on Monday and a paper due for modern philosophy. Plus rehearsal every night."

Coach smiled. "If you change your mind, let me know. Good luck."

Tom gathered his stuff into his gym bag, changed his shoes and jogged the two miles back to campus. Tom needed a shower before rehearsal. If he hurried he could grab a long sit-down meal in the cafeteria and run some lines. He got to his room and stripped down. His roommate lived about three hours away and was gone practically every weekend to see his girlfriend back home. There was an adjoining bathroom with the dorm next door, but the girls who lived there were never home this time on a Friday, so the bathroom should be free.

Besides, he figured as he turned the bathroom door knob, the agreement was you locked the door when you used the bathroom, so they must not be in.

Tom stopped in the doorway and stared. He was wrong. One of the girls was using the bathroom. He felt the blood rushing through his body, stiffening his cock and reddening his cheeks. He knew he should look away, or say something or close the door, but he was mesmerized.

So he stood there, his adonis-like physique and hardening cock on display.

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Closed.
 
Annabelle had been working hard on her philosophy paper that was due in a few days time. She kept coming to little halts throughout the day. It was frustrating her. You could tell - scattered papers, chewing on pens, messy hand tousled hair.

It got to the point of day where she was ready to quit and pick it back up tomorrow. She reviewed what she had done and a faint notion of satisfaction waved across her. However, she was still in a lousy mood and tired.

She thought that the best and next course of action would be to take a bath, relax. At weekends, almost everyone was gone which was nice. It was peaceful and she could take her time. Annabelle grabbed her towel, toiletries and her tablet. She slipped in and closed the door behind, although the tiredness made her forget to lock the door, allowing for anyone to come in. Annabelle ran the water, filling the bath and stripped down to her modest naked body. Tall with some great legs, an ass anybody would appreciate, smooth skin that surrounded her slender body and her wavy blonde hair reaching past her shoulders not quite reaching her small round breasts.

Gingerly stepping in she made herself comfortable, enjoy the feeling of the warm water. On her tablet she set up a movie to watch that was easy going. After a little while the movie started to have some intimate scenes. Slowly but surely Annabell managed to get a little fired up, her hand moving slowly to her pussy to rub it. She bit her lips and leaned her head back with closed eyes as she stroked her clit harder. Annabelle started to moan, thinking of the scenes she had just watched only to be potentially done to her. Increasing her speed and inserting her two fingers into her little pussy, she fingered hard, enjoying herself and not realizing that Tom had entered the bathroom. She kept going until she orgasmed, enjoying it as it was probably the only good thing of her day.

Panting slightly, she opened her eyes. It took a moment to adjust to the light and the surroundings before she realised someone was in the bathroom. Annabelle shrieked in shock, splashing the water as she jerked up in defense. As her head registered more, she tried to cover herself but what was the point when she saw Tom - an acquaintance and a pretty friendly guy - naked and seriously horny. Her cheeks flushed a bright red, looking away in embarrassment but could not help to have a small smile on her face.
 
Tom jumped when Annabelle shrieked. He dropped into a defensive posture, feet spread wide, back to the door, hands up, and looking around to identify the threat. All of which made his slowly erecting cock and balls bounce around a bit. He was in the middle of this gut reaction as he realized he was the threat. Of course she shrieked, how else was she going to react to a naked man in her bathroom.

Ok, it was his bathroom too, but still.

Tom stood up straight, keeping his hands up, but open palmed, in a peaceful gesture. His whole body was on display, from his blushing cheeks, his sculpted chest, his rock hard abs down to his cock. It wasn't fully erect yet; the foreskin wasn't pulled back enough to expose even a hint of the pointed tip it sheathed, but it was starting to get hard, pointing out in front of him, but curving down. It was a good sized cock, not quiteas big as John Holmes but still large enough to do porn.

"Quiet down beautiful," Tom said in a calm voice with just a hint of anxiety. "I'm sorry. The door was unlocked, so I thought the bathroom was free."

He stopped talking for a second and felt the awkwardness of the moment. He stammered out an explanation. "I just got back from the gym and was going to take a shower. But then you were there and..."

Tom stopped, taking a deeper breath. The initial shock was wearing off and his improv training and charm were starting to kick in.

When he spoke his voice was a lower register, the nervousness was gone and he locked his eyes with hers. "You are sexy. I mean, I should have looked away, I wanted to look away, but damn girl, you are mesmerizing." He slowly looked down toward his cock, then back up to her eyes. "And as you can see, you clearly had an affect on me."

Tom let Annabelle took a good long look without shying away at all. His cock throbbed, slowly lifting up then the heavy shaft dropping back down.

After a bit he cleared his throat. "You know, I still need to wash up. Do you think there's room for both of us in there?"
 
Annabelle recovering from the initial shock herself turned to look at Tom fully. She also held her hands out in a peaceful manner, breathing somewhat deeply, eyes ever so slightly widened.

"I'm sorry for scaring you like that."

She listened to Tom as he explained the situation. "It's okay, really. I didn't even realized I forgot to lock the door. It hasn't been the best of days."
Annabelle continued listening to him, blushing more at the compliments. When his eyes darted down to his cock, Annabelle's eyes followed. She bit her lip and slowly looked up, taking in Tom's physique, meeting his eyes once more. Her groin started to tingle with feeling again once she saw Tom's large cock and she flashed back to the scenes in the movie again quickly, not helping her at all. Annabelle also noticed how good looking Tom really was, enjoying the sight before her.

Annabelle actually giggled to herself in awkward nervousness but also at the silly situation she was in right now. However she was liking this and the lips of her mouth turned into a small smirk.

"I believe there is. Please, come join me." Annabelle said sweetly yet sensually.
 
"I believe there is. Please, come join me."*

Tom grinned at Annabelle's response. He stepped into the bathroom, closed the door to his dorm and locked it with a click. Then he walked over to the door to her dorm and locked that too. Then he walked over to the tub, standing outside of it in the center, surveying the situation. He liked what he saw, and was giving Annabelle a chance for a closer inspection too.

After a moment Tom took one step into the tub, placing his foot between Annabelle's legs. He sat on the rim of the tub, one foot in, one foot out, and his cockhead pointing at Annabelle's face, his one-eyed snake staring at her, the foreskin still covering the head. He bent slightly, slipping his hand under the water and between her legs. He began to rub his hand gently up and down her pussy lips. He was tender, aware that she had just cum and was extra tender.

"So were you cleaning this and it went off?" Tom asked as a joke. He pushed his middle finger a knuckle deep into her, continuing to rub as his other hand found a nipple to squeeze.

"Or is the plan to get dirty before you get clean? I could help with that. I can make you very, very dirty."
 
Annabelle watched Tom move around, enjoying the view, excitement building up deep within her. When Tom sat down in front of her she looked up to him but down back at his throbbing dick. It really was right in her face and it was a sight. Annabelle just wanted to play with his dick, love it, pleasure it and Tom. When she thought of this, she licked her lips, staring down his member.

However she tried to remain cool, not wanting to be haste. Although, before she could even attempt to do anything she felt a hand rub against her pussy and then a finger go inside her. She gasped and let out a long deep breath. After her orgasm, she was feeling extra sensitive. "Oooh, Tom .." Annabelle crooned as he proceeded to play with her nipple, her eyes flying to the back of her head.

After a few moments, Annabelle regained some mentality to answer Tom's questions, looking at him. "There was no plan ... but I like the idea of getting dirty first before we clean." She spoke softly, breathlessly.
 
"Dirty it is then." Tom squeezed her nipple and gave it a moderately hard tug. "Let's make you cum nice and hard, shall we?"

Tom pushed his finger deeper inside Annabelle, curling it, rubbing his fingertip along the anterior wall of her vagina. He was looking for a tiny patch, about the size a dime, and that was rough, like wet sandpaper. As he searched his palm curved down to press on her mound, right above Annabelle's mons. Then he pushed down, rubbing his palm against her clitoris with a slow, grinding motion. He bent down further and began to lick and slurping her free nipple.

"How dirty do you want to get Annabelle? ls this dirty enough, or do you want more? Tell me a fantasy, Annabelle, tell me a dirty, slutty fantasy." His finger found her g-spot and his hand clamped down on her, a finger on the g-spot and his palm grinding on her clit.

He licked her nipple using the length of his bumpy, wet tongue and then said, "You're going to cum for me, like a good girl, aren't you Annabelle?"
 
Annabelle bit her lip when Tom tugged on her nipple. Hearing Tom's words like that sent a wave of pleasure and excitement down her whole body, becoming increasingly more horny. A moan escaped her lips when Tom rubbed her clit, squirming under his touch.

Before Annabelle could answer Tom again, the pleasure of the elusive g-spot hit her hard. She never experience this feeling before. She shouted out a moan, bringing her almost to the edge, panting heavily.
"M-more ..." is all she could stammer out after that shock to her body.

Inside, Annabelle felt a little embarrassed Tom ever asked such a thing, going red once more. She tried to think quickly but was swayed by the pleasure's of his hand. "I-I just want a good fucking, y-y'know? Blow my mind away." Annabelle squeaked.

Annabelle moaned again feeling Tom's tongue against her. Looking at Tom, she managed to say a firm "Yes" before the beginning of her body started to lose control.
 
As Annabelle started to cum the rubbing on her g-spot sped up and the pressure on her clit increased. He pulled tighter on her nip and held it with his hand. He gave Annabelle a gentle bite on the other nipple than pulled his head back to enjoy the show. She was coming and he wanted to watch his handiwork.

Tom kept up the assault on her pleasure centers until her obvious signs of pleasure slowed and then he slowed his assault in return. So as she came down he let go of her nipple first, then pulled out his finger. He kept the pressure on her clitoris though until she was almost still. Right now he was restricting blood flow to the clit, when he pulled his hand away blood would rush through the part of her body with more neurons per square inch than any other part. Tom waited until she was almost motionless before he took his hand away.

He waited for a bit after she finished, motionless except for the occasional throb of his cock, admiring her.

"Fuck," Tom finally said, "you are one sexy babe Annabelle."

He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face. "So here's the deal, Sexy. I want you to play with my cock until it's fully erect. Use your hands, your mouth, your tits whatever you like. Explore. Then we can decide if I should jizz all over you, like you're a cum hungry slut, or fuck you nice and hard, like a cock loving whore."

Tom locked eyes with Annabelle, sharing a wicked grin. "Either way, You're going to get used hard and cum again and again. How's that sound?"
 
Annabelle start to feel another orgasm gush out, feeling it rip through her body. She moaned loudly, arching her back which consequently pusher her boobs up and allowed for her body to be admired. What was different about this orgasm was that it kept flowing out of her. Tom kept working on her. She grabbed onto Tom using one of her hands, her grip varying in tightness as the orgasm went on. It also helped balance her from the squirming she was doing.

Once she started to calm down, so did Tom. She breathed heavily when he unhooked his finger from inside her. Annabelle stirred less and less until she looked like she was laying there. Annabelle didn't know why Tom's hand was still at her clit but she wasn't complaining. She wasn't clueless for long. As soon as he moved her hand, she felt a jolt of feeling go to her clit. Annabelle bucked, whimpering. "Aaah!"
She wanted to mockingly be annoyed at Tom but she couldn't hide the fact she liked. It was unexpected, especially after two orgasms now.

Annabelle went a light pink after she heard Tom call her sexy. She was pretty indeed but thought there were always other better girls.
She listened to Tom and smiled at his little deal. "Of course. After what you just did to me, it's only fair I return the favour. And holy shit it was good." Annabelle said, excitedly, marvelling in what just happened.

Finally, locking eyes with Tom, she also smirked. "Good. It will be the best thing that happened to me like this in a while."
And with one smooth swoop, she dived for Tom's cock, wrapping her soft hand around it and started to stroke it.
 
Tom felt himself smile at the compliment. "Holy shit it was good," isn't the sort of thing you hear a girl say to you everyday. And they were just getting started.

Annabelle grabbed his cock and started stroking. Tom let out a low moan, enjoying her hand on his flesh stick. He closed his eyes and leaned back.

There was nothing behind him.

Tom caught his balance just in time, an arm swinging out and grabbing the tub, steadying himself with a pull. He looked down at Annabelle. He realized how ridiculous he looked and snorted and then started to laugh out loud. Sure, he almost fell off the tub and probably would have hurt himself quite a bit, but he didn't, he was okay, and feeling a bit sillier for the whole situation.

"Sorry about that. Your hand felt so good I, uhm, well, I started to relax and," he laughed again. "Listen, how about we change it up. I'll sit back in the warm water, and you can sit in front of me and play with my cock all you like. How's that sound?"

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OOC: If Annabelle agrees, feel free to move Tom into the appropriate position.
 
Annabelle couldn't help but smile when she heard Tom moan. It only made her want to give more.

She looked up just in time to see Tom nearly fall backwards. Her eyes widened in a moment of panic and reflexively held out her hand to try and catch Tom in a feeble attempt. When she saw that Tom had caught himself and pulled back into position she let out a big breath that she had sub-consciously held, calming down. She further relaxed when Tom looked down and simply started to laugh. Annabelle couldn't help but smile and giggle with him, splashing water playfully at him, "You gotta stop making me panic like that!" She said light-heartedly.

Annabelle listened to Tom's suggestion, nodding in agreement. "Mm. Yeah. They never tell you the apparent hazards of having sex in the bathroom, do they?" Chuckling to herself once more.

Taking her hand in Tom's, she lifted herself up and moved to the end of the bath tub to give Tom room to slip in. While she was up, Tom could get a much better view of herself. Annabelle couldn't help flaunt her body just that tiny bit, teasing playfully. Tom gently and quite gracefully let himself into the water, Annabelle watching intently, a small smile across her face. It was obvious he enjoyed the feeling of the warm water, sighing contently and rested himself on the back of the tub. Annabelle then knelt down in his legs, her hand managing to find his cock again to stroke and now her other hands to caress his balls.
 
With a contented sigh, Tom relaxed into the hot water of the bath. He enjoyed his view of Annabelle as she stood in front of him, smiling. He took a long view of her pussy, knowing he was soon going to be feeling her from the inside, wondering what she would feel like. His eyes wandered up to her breasts, lingering there, enjoying the memory of the soft flesh that had just been in his hand. He moved up to her smiling face and longed to know what she'd look like with his hot, white sperm splattered across her face. He would know that soon too.

Annabelle knelt, and as she moved Tom's eyes tracked back to her breasts, watching them move in different directions from her body. His high school physics came back to him, a body in motion tended to stay in motion and equal and opposite reactions and all that. He was definitely going to set her body in motion tonight.

Then her hand wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke. He let outanother moan, but this time when he leaned back he was against the relatively cool ceramic of the tub. His penis was growing, slowly, in her hand and it gave a little jump when she used her other hand to squeeze his balls.

"Good girl," Tom said, giving Annabelle some praise. "Use your hands, use your mouth, get that monster nice and large so you can see what kind of tool will be filling you up tonight. I'm going to fill you up with my thick cock and make you cum over and over until you beg me for it like a cheap slut? That's what you want tonight, isn't it Annabelle? To be used and used hard, like a living, breathing sex toy. Tell me that's what you want Annabelle. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg me for my cock."

Tom paused. Did he go to far? He had just watched her jill off, and thenn he used his fingers to get her off again. She had seemed to like the rest of his dirty talk, but still, he was pushing the limits here.

Well, he would know soon enough. Either she would beg him for his cock, or she would stop jerking him off.
 
Annabelle continued to jerk Tom off with her hand, rubbing along his length and pumping it slowly. Indeed, his cock did start to grow harder and larger.

When Annabelle heard Tom's words, first the blood surged to her cheeks. Then she bit the inside of her cheek, not wanting to look up at him just yet, focusing on stroking him. She was having a mental war with herself. The idea of what he wanted to do to Annabelle sounded so hot to her, even when he wanted to explicitly hear it from Annabelle's lips but however was a little hesitant to continue. She wanted it also. The rarity of this was too good to pass up for her. Annabelle tried to remind herself there were other girls out there, worse than her when it came to this. Cock still in hand, she looked up at Tom directly and firmly replied, "If I'm going to be a living, breathing sex toy, then I only want to be your living, breathing sex toy. Nobody else's."

Now it was Annabelle's turn to pause. She held his gaze after momentarily before looking away quickly, embarrassment clouding her face. She couldn't believe she just said that. At the same time, she felt proud of her self. The only worry was Tom's next reaction.

Her hands kept working on his dick. Not looking up she softly added, "But yes. I do want that. I want you inside me. I want your cock and I need to taste you. I want you to make me come so much, so hard, I nearly pass out. I don't want to forget this night for a while. Call me sex-starved, but I can't lie about my feelings." She let out a gasp. She managed to turn herself on a little and again, couldn't believe she just said that.

It was going to be one ride of a night and Annabelle was okay with that.
 
"Night? You don't want to forget this night?"

Tom reached his hand down and took Annabelle by the chin, turning her face to his. He searched her eyes, appreciating her blush from embarassment, but looking for the desire he knew he felt, the desire he saw when she had held his gaze and told him she would be his fuck toy and his alone.

"I want you for more than tonight. My roommate is gone the whole weekend. You will be my fuck toy for the whole weekend. I will use you for my pleasure. I am going to cum on your face, your tits, your belly, your ass, your whole body will be covered, painted with my cock juice. I will fuck your mouth, your pussy whenever I want. I'm going to make you cum with my hands, my tongue, and my cock. I'm going to make you play with yourself for me, maybe strip down and dance for me. Whatever I want. If I want you to suck my dick under my desk while I'm playing the xbox or writing a paper, then that's what you're going to do. If you want to be my living, breathing sex toy it will be for the whole weekend."

Tom let go of her chin and reached down, running his fingers over her chest, and caught a nipple in his hand. He pinched it, then started to play with it, rubbing and pulling.

"You can say no. It's your decision Annabelle. I just want you to know what you're getting into. If you become my fuck toy I am going to use you like a fuck toy."

He released her nipple and moved his hand over to the other nipple., pinching and pulling that one.

"If you agree you don't gave to say a word. Simply open your mouth and take me in as deep as you can."
 
Annabelle’s head moved and upwards when she felt his hands on her face, forced to look at Tom. "I want you for more than tonight." His words rang in her hears. The idea warmed her and excited her. Of course, listening to him and being in this position of staring directly at him made her cheeks go even redder. It was like Tom could see her into her soul. Tom could see her eyes giving her way her mental thought process. Annabelle was excited about but nervous for the idea. She bit her lip to stop her smile and giggle. This wasn’t exactly a laughing matter but Annabelle couldn’t help her little apprehensiveness. She has never done anything like this before.

Before she could even compose herself, Annabelle felt Tom’s hand past her chest once again. She took a sharp intake of breath as the pleasure ran through her body and Tom’s words still kept repeating themselves in her mind, turning her on more. Her eyes finally diverted from his powerful gaze, now closed. She was amazed at how she could keep going like this and they hadn’t even fucked yet. God only knows how she would feel in the morning. Her hands gripped around his cock and balls just that tiny bit tighter.

Eventually, Annabelle gathered herself. She wanted this weekend deal. She accepted that idea and was prepared. For it all, for everything. Annabelle looked back at Tom, smirking mischievously and replied, “When do I move in?” Annabelle was in a little fiery mood, adding a little twist to her submission but nonetheless did submit. After what seemed like a while of just her hands being down there on Tom, Annabelle finally leaned her head down, lifting up Tom’s cock to stroke the length of his penis with her tongue, teasing the tip slighty in little circles. She finally got to taste him. He finally got to feel her mouth. It was like quenching her thirst, metaphorically. He felt hard and rigid against her tongue. Only after and was pleased with herself teasing Tom like that, did she firmly wrap her lips around his member and moved down as far as she could. She started to bob her head up and down around his cock slowly, gradually getting further down his cock, nearing his balls and his penis touching the back of her throat. She wanted to get used to the new feelings before going any faster.
 
"When do I move in?"

Tom grinned. It was a cockier response than he had anticipated and it made his cock throb in her hand. THe beast between his legs had grown under Annabelle's ministrations. The shaft was harder now, thicker, and while the foreskin had not receded completely, it had pulled back enough to show the tip of the purple cockhead, its one eye winking at his new plaything.

She ran her tongue up the length of his shaft. Tom smiled, closed his eyes, and leaned back. The tile wall of the bathtub was cool against his neck. The dichotomy felt good. He let out a moan as she played with his cockhead, teasing him with her tongue and lips.

"Annabelle, Annabelle, my little slut. Now that you've had a taste of my cock, are you hooked? Are you an addict? Are you imagining the beast buried deep inside your soaking wet cunt? Getting stretched out, inch by inch as I push deeper and deeper inside you until my balls are pressed up against your ass? Or are you dreaming of pleasing me with your mouth? Slurping and sucking on My thick cock until I reward you with thick, ropes of cum all over your face?"

Then she swallowed his cockhead with her lips and Tom called out, "FUCK!" If their roommates had been home then they would have heard him, no question there.

Tom's hand shot out and wrapped itself in Annabelle's hair. He was about to push, to shove her down on his cock, but he stopped himself. He ran his fingers through her hair and smiled down at her.

"Good girl. That's it. Take more of me in your mouth. More and more. That feels so good my little slut, my little fuck toy. You are pleasing your owner, your Master. Does that make you feel good, knowing you're making me feel good?"

Tom closed his eyes, letting go of her hair and leaning his head back against the cool tile wall.

"Tell me, slut. Tell me how much you love my cock. Tell me how you love the taste of it, the feel of it. Beg me for my cock, whore. plead for my cum, and tell your new Master that you want him to cum all over you, to mark you as his own."
 
Annabelle couldn't help but smile inside when she heard Tom's little shout. It incited her to keep going further. She now was going out a faster pace, pumping along him.

Her mouth slid off of his cock to answer him with the little sound of a pop. Annabelle looked back up at him, smiled and bluntly answered. "It does make me feel good that I am pleasing you. And right now, I just want to keep tasting you. You're so big, I love it. Call me a druggie for your cock. I think I could go down on you for ages and my mouth still wouldn't be satisfied. It's your turn to sit back and relax. And please, PLEASE, cum all over me Tom - Sir - Master. I want to be claimed as yours. And to be honest, I wouldn't want anyone else." When she finished, her mind started to wonder. Annabelle thought she started to feel some sort of connection. Whether Tom did was another story but in the back of her mind, Annabelle felt she would be wanting this longer than just the weekend.

However with that, pushing the thoughts out of her mind, Annabelle sucked Tom right back into her mouth, working him as her tongue wrapped around his girth, his head hitting the back of her throat repeatedly and hard. A hand went back to his balls, stroking them lightly with her finger tip. Annabelle was enjoying herself, this situation and Tom and it was no surprise. Her pussy was soaking wet once again but she tried hard to ignore her feelings, purely focusing on Tom.
 
As Tom spoke Annabelle redoubled her efforts on his cock, hunfrily eating him up and stroking his shaft. Tom could feel his orgasm building. He closed his eyes and relaxed, trying to stay calm and let the orgasm build.

He felt her lips come off his cock as he heard the pop of the suction seal around his cock breaking. He opened his eyes and smiled at his little fuck toy. When she spoke, fuck, the words she said were even sweeter. When she said she could suck his cock forever and not be satisfied he felt his hips buck involuntarily. This one was a keeper. Then she begged him to cum all over her and Tom nearly did right then and there. It was all he could do to hold back. He wasn't quite ready yet, he wanted to see if Annabelle was just saying this or if she meant it.

As soon as she stopped speaking she set about proving she meant it. She threw herself back on his cock, ramming his cockhead into the back of her throat hard and fast. He didn't have to grab her head face fuck her. She was fucking his cock with her mouth. Her tongue was working his shaft with each up and down stroke. Her fingers were caressing his balls.

After only a few minutes of this Tom couldn't take it anymore. His balls tightened up under Annabelle's fingers and his hips lurched upwards. Tom gasped as he tried to warn her, so the cum just came. The first blast fired off with his cock pressed against the back of her throat. Tom managed to grab her by the hair and yank her off his cock as the second blast fired off, splattering across her mouth, her cheeks, her nose. The third blast he was able to aim some of it, coating her face with ribbons of cum, across her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks. Annabelle was already a cummy mess as the fith and sixth blast continuedthe hot, white onslaught. Finally his dick seemed to relax, still hard, but listing a bitto the right, a stream of cum still oozing out of the proud, purple tip.

Tom closed his eyes and lay back against the wall as pleasure washed over his body. He was breathing heavy and for a few minutes just lay there, feeling drained, but good. Oh so good. In between inhaling and exhaling he managed to say, "Good girl. Good slut."

After a bit he opened his eyes to see what damage he had wrought.
 
Annabelle was working away hard on Tom, to bring him over the final edge. She noticed how his hip bucked upwards with the way of her words, making her smirk even more. She started to notice the strain Tom was in to not cum just yet.

When Annabelle went down on him that final time, she put her all in. That final push. Soon she felt his cum in the back of her mouth. It all came so fast with very little warning. She only caught the last part of Tom's gasp. When he did eventually came, Annabelle felt how tense his body became. She tasted the creamy load and swallowed with no problems.

Suddenly, Annabelle was yanked off of Tom's penis and her head flew back. As soon as the cum started to hit her face, she closed her eyes. His cum was warm and sticky. She literally felt his seed all over her face - cheeks, nose, forehead - everywhere! Annabelle actually had a face of shock at how much there was. Tom meant it when he said he was going to cum everywhere on her. And this was only the face.

Only when did Tom spoke did she open her eyes to find Tom looking back down at her. She smiled up at him, her cheeks becoming red again - but it was hidden slightly due to his cum. She looked down his body and saw his dick was still pretty hard and how there was still cum leaking out. "Oops, we nearly forgot some!" Annabelle chirped, leaning down and slurping up the last remaining drips of cum.

Once finished, Annabelle leaned back up and looked at Tom. She wondered how she looked, covered in his cum like this. A mixture of adjectives, she decided. "Do I pull off this look well?" Annabelle joked. She paused. "Actually, ignore that. I'm now yours. I have been marked." Annabelle looked at Tom somewhat intently until her look softened. She then started to lick the cum off her face, quietly groaning in the taste. Annabelle even rubbed some a little into her skin, to ease her curiosity. When she finished, she too leaned against the back of the tub on the opposite end to relax and simply enjoyed the view of Tom, looking at him.
 
"Oops! We nearly forgot some!"

Tom's eyes went wide. Annabelle really was cum hungry. She slurped up the cum from his cock, licking him clean and then grinned at him, asking him how she looked covered in his cum. Her earlier words, talking about wanting to suck on his cock forever, that sure seemed to be true. She was beaming under his cum, so happy to be marked as his. And then she started licking the cum off her face. Tom's cock stopped getting soft as she started to lick up his seed, but when she started to groan and moan in pleasure he started getting hard.

He was going to have to fuck her. Something told him she wouldn't object to that.

After a few moments of afterglow, Tom pushed himself upright. His left hand ran down her leg, underwater to her pussy. Slipping a finger inside Annabelle and rubbing her mound with his palm, like before.

"Hmmm. Well slut, it seems like your cunt is wet, and I don't think it's from the bath water."

He gave her pussy a squeeze, a finger on her g-spot, his palm over her clit and released her. Tom stood, carefull to be steady in the wet tub. He moved to her, reached down, took her by the hair and pulled her, slowly, to a kneeling position, pushing her face into his crotch, his cock pressed up against her cheek and up along her nose, and her nose buried in his pubic hair, her lips against his balls. He held her there for a moment, enjoying the thrill of control.

"Now then, fuck toy, we're going to do a little multitasking. I need to get clean, and I need to mark your pussy as mine and fill that slutty little cunt of yours full of my cum. So while I turn on the water for the shower, you're going to get my mouth nice and slick with your saliva. Your hands are going to be working your body, getting that pussy of your sopping wet so I can plunge right into you, nice and deep. Would you like that slut? Do you want your Master to fill you up with his cock? To cum all the way deep inside you and mark you as his own from the inside out?"
 
Annabelle was just enjoying relaxation and so, was slow to react to Tom's movement. When his hand dived for her pussy, she squirmed at the feeling, taking a sharp intake of a breath and gasping. "You just haven't given me enough time for me to calm down." Annabelle managed to whip out, half teasingly. She liked being cocky around Tom, it was her way of safely pushing the boundaries and she certainly liked his actual cock. Nonetheless, Annabelle couldn't deny the feelings stirring in her groin. She was indeed wet and Tom's ministrations were only making her wetter, hornier.

Tom pulled her up into kneeling position, her face buried in his crotch. She took in the smell of his musk. Annabelle listened to Tom. His words and descriptions of all the acts he wanted to do to her sent a shiver of feeling down her whole body. She breathed deeply, softly moaning. Since her mouth was right next to his crotch, her breath would sent a million tingles down his balls and cock of feeling. Annabelle then rubbed her nose along his cock and balls, burying her face that bit deeper into him, her eyes closed. Shortly after she pulled away, finally ready to answer him and looked straight up at him.

"Yesss .." She started off first, breathlessly. "Yes, I want your cock in me. It's been too long. Mark me complete and mark me whole. Please Tom, Master." She pleaded softly.

And Annabelle was no dumb chick, going straight to taking his cock wholly into her mouth, letting her tongue explore around as her lips trapped him firmly. She then used her hands to start cupping her boobs. They were nice and slippery thanks to the water. She kneaded herself, letting them fall out of her hands easily but then picking them right back up. She squeezed them, letting them spill over her hands. Her fingers than focused on her nipples, rubbing them and tugging on them. It was really quite the show. She moaned again, continuing to multi-task.
 
Tom had no intention of giving Annabelle enough time to calm down. In fact, the plan was for her to cum a third time, this time all over his cock.

After she begged her Master for his cock, Tom let her slurp away at it while he fiddled with the shower. His reasoning was two fold. First, guys simply don't recover the way girls do. He needed her to keep working his cock so he could stave off the blood release, or speed it up, or whatever. If he was to stay hard and be ready for round two then his new found slave was going to have to keep slurping. And she was, eager as ever.

Second, he did want some natural lubrication. Water would work in a pool or hot tub. In a shower it would make their bodies wet and slippery but they needed lubrication inside her.

Tom pushed the showerhead to the side to face the wall and cranked up the hot. He looked down at Annabelle, grinning as she played with her titties. He felt his cock jump at the sight. Fuck, she was good. Tom adjusted in cold water, trying to get the temperature right. When it was about right he closed the curtain and pointed the shower head to rain down on his chest. He picked up the shampoo, getting it in his hair and scrubbing it in, all while Annabelle sucked on his cock.

He paused to grab her by the hair, holding her in place as his hips jerked a few times, fucking her mouth a little.

Tom went back to washing, cleaning his face, his arms, his chest and pits. He ducked his head down into the spray and cleaned it off. He glanced down at Annabelle, her hair now soaked and bits of soap on her. He made sure he was steady and gently pulled her up, one hand nestled in her hair, the other on her arm.

"Good girl," he whispered in her ear, then dropped his lips to kiss her neck and pull her body tight against him. He kept kissing ber neck, his hand reaching down to slip into her pussy, checking the wetness while his other hand pinched and pulled a nipple.

He thrust his fingers inside her repeatedly, pressing up with his palm to rub against her clit. He brought his hand up between them and let her see the wetness, her wetness.

"Looks like your ready." He put his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. "Mmmm, tasty."

Tom turned them so her back was against the shower wall. He adjusted his stance, his left foot forward for balance. His cock pressed up against her belly.

"Ok fuck meat, when you're ready I want you to lift up your leg and wrap it around my hip. Then I'll lift you and you wrap the other leg and lock your ankles behind my back. I'll get the tip of my cock aimed up and you can ease yourself down. Sound good?"
 
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