Stormy in California Part II

Stormy in California Part II

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Part two of Stormy in California

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Part two of Stormy in California

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Submitted: June 30, 2016

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Submitted: June 30, 2016

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The storm outside has not abated but rather intensified. Until this moment, I had forgotten the door to the courtyard was open. Floor soaked and curtains twisted. Not caring, I walk over to the sliding doors completely naked.

Suddenly, you grab a sheet, throw it around me and toss me outside; quickly locking the door behind me. You stand, naked, with an incredulous grin. I plead with you to let me in. You grasp your rigid cock and proceed to jack-off. Your engorged and now throbbing head tells me you are about to cum and the site before me has me close to the edge as well. You pause, grab a wine glass from the table and continue to pleasure yourself and send streams of milky musk into the glass.

The sheet around me is soaked from the rain but I let it drop to the ground. I am so fucking turned on that my nipples are erect like pencil erasers and I graze them with my fingernails. All I want is to get my mouth on you.

You walk to the door, open it slightly and command, "Drink it, Elaina, if you expect to return to this room."

This is, however, not a punishment for me as I consider cum to be life and nothing gives me a sense of power like consuming life. I tip the glass over my lips, knowing that thick, sticky drops of you are mine...I drink every drop and lick the rim of the glass to be certain that none goes to waste. The rain has no chance to water my passion down.

I am happy to see that your member is already stiffening at the sight of me, wet and naked, hair dripping down my face still holding the wine glass in my hand.

You let go of the door, I yank it back and ask, "Did you really think you could find a way to beat me at our game?"

"Well, a man does have aspirations."

"Hmmm. Aspire to this."

With my words hardly out of my mouth, I shove you so hard that you stumble over my bag and fall onto the floor. For a moment it seems as if you might stand to gain an advantage over me. Taking the few steps between us as a leap, I command you, "Stay down."

I straddle your face and push my snatch down hard covering your mouth and I lean forward to keep you from taking a breath. Your tongue penetrates me. Now realizing that you need to take control from me, you suck my clit mercilessly, almost viciously. I cry out from the pain though it pleases me.

"What the fuck are you trying...", I cannot finish as you release my clit only to bite my soaked lips and grasp my ass. You force your tongue so deep inside of me that I have no chance to stop the waves of spasms that were milking my juices into your mouth.

I begin to collapse when you grab underneath my thighs and sit up, pulling me down onto your hardened steel-like tool in a manner that you intend to push through me.

With both hands on your shoulders, I lift and shift my hips in circles, swirling my now tingling cunt up and around you. I take you to very edge, pull up and stop suddenly.

"So are you giving up yet," I mock.

"Elaina, go to hell."

Laughing, I stand up and start to walk away. Quickly you get to your feet, grab my hair and yank me back to you.

"I will be the one to finish this game."

You push my head to bend me over the desk chair. You grab my legs above the knee, holding me off the floor and stab into me from behind, thrusting like a trip hammer.

"I concede," I stammer as I cannot control my muscles or my volume any longer.

My pussy pulses so quickly, each orgasm overlapping, pulling on your pleading erection. I want to be filled and released from this painful, fantastic abuse.

"Will you behave now, mistress?"

"Fuck me hard and fast, cum and call out my name."

You tighten your hands around my thighs letting your thick hot juice dive into me. "”Elaina…” you gasp, tense, shiver and let go of me.

I am suddenly aware of two people standing outside, watching... I cannot make out if they are a couple in between the flashes of lightning. I lean back and let my feet touch the floor.

"Babe, we have an audience. Not sure how long they have been enjoying the show."

"Good for them," you reply calmly and wink to them.

You pull me close and with one deep mingling of our tongues in mutual concession utter, " I hope it rains tomorrow."

"I am just as good regardless off the weather."

I fall back on the bed and hope for sleep.

 


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