Free A Dance for Him by Lara Richard Page B

hard muscle, and even though I urgently need something in my pussy, I find my mouth opening instinctively for the magnificent cock that’s right in front of me.
    He grins and slaps my face lightly with his cock. “Such a good little cock whore. But it’s your sweet little pussy I want right now … because I want my cock to taste of your pussy when you suck me off later.”
    All I can do is look at him, wide-eyed, as he strides over to the other end of the couch behind me, and roughly pulls my legs further apart, so that I’m completely exposed and open and dripping, as though I were offering my pussy up to be used by him.
    Which I am, of course …
    It’s not long before I feel his fingers parting my pussy lips.
    His cock follows soon after.
    He’s so long and thick that it takes him a while to ease into me, despite my wetness, but once he’s in there it feels like heaven, as though every nerve in my inner walls was being stimulated.
    Breathless, I rest my cheek on the upholstered armrest so I can look at him.
    He smiles at me and begins moving in and out of me - first in smaller movements, possibly to get me accustomed to having that massive cock in me, then increasing them to the point where he’s moving in and out of me easily.
    I can’t even talk at this point - all I can do is pant and moan and stare at him in wonderment at what he’s doing to me, to my body.
    I’ve never experienced that much pleasure in my life, not with my fingers, not with any dildo …
    Soon after he pulls my hair back so that I’m forced to arch my back even more as he begins pounding into me - and this time he lives up to his threat (or promise?) to be rough, smacking my ass with his free hand as he drives mercilessly into me.
    The whole thing feels incredibly, sublimely obscene - the only sounds in the room are his grunts, my moans, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the sound of his cock in my soaking pussy.
    As I near my climax he pulls me up to him, his hands moving forward to grab my breasts as he kisses my forehead from above.
    I turn towards him and he kisses me full on the mouth.
    As I dissolve into his embrace I come, in a spine-tingling full-body orgasm that’s so intense that for a moment I think I’m going to pass out.
    He holds still as my walls contract around him, pulling out only when I’ve collapsed, spent, against him.
    As I look at him, dazed and happy, he pushes me back on the couch, so that I’m half-sitting, half-lying down, my head supported by the back of the couch.
    “Ready for my turn?” he growls.
    I smile at him.
    “You know I’m yours to do with as you please, Dr. Morland,” I whisper.
    “Sweet girl,” he murmurs, as he climbs onto the couch, so that his magnificent cock, still glistening from my juices, is bobbing in front of my face.
    He tips my chin up with one hand and guides his cock into my mouth with the other.
    As before, he starts out slow, pushing his thick shaft down my throat just enough to make me gag, then holding still so I have time to get used to it.
    Once he feels me relax a bit he begins thrusting into me.
    And this time he’s rough, inexorable. Before I know it, he’s got one hand wrapped tightly in my long hair and the other under my chin, and he’s going as deep as possible with each thrust, rutting into my mouth as though it were my pussy.
    It’s not always easy to accommodate him, but it feels strangely exciting. I can’t say I’d ever fantasised about being dominated by him - I’d always thought he was the kind to make love - but there’s just something terribly erotic about the way he’s eyeing me as he uses my mouth, about the whole scenario, really.
    I’d never have thought it would feel so good to give up all control to someone else, but then most people aren’t Sebastian Morland …
    Eventually he pulls me off his cock and looks at me.
    I imagine I must be a complete mess - I’ve got tears and saliva dripping down my chin to my breasts - but his