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XXXBlackBook’s Moonmagiclady is back and kinkier than ever with her latest erotica saga!

Hometown Vacation Part 2
By Moonmagiclady

While he walks back from closing the door, I roll over from my belly onto my back and stretch out on the couch.  With a dark look in his beautiful eyes, he prowls over to the couch pulling his shirt over his head and undoing his leather belt and pants on his way.  Planning to kneel and give another blow job, I move to roll off the couch, but he is upon me before I even complete the thought.

He lies between my open thighs and his mouth finds my juicy dripping pussy.  Hands gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise add to the sensations and I moan aloud, arch back and buck my hips against his hungry mouth.  The feeling of his teeth scraping across my clit contrasting with his hot tongue inside me tumble into the arousal I’ve already attained and my head spins.

His hands momentarily move from grasping my thighs to knead my breasts, squeezing hard enough to cause my hips to buck again.  Rough play with my breasts and hard pinches on my nipples are two of the most arousing types of foreplay for me, another thing he knows from our conversations. There are no words to describe the eroticness of a lover who has never touched you before, but knows most of your needs.  It’s like having a demon love you’ve sold your soul for.

One hand leaves my breast to slide fingers inside of me.  I tighten my muscles around his finger, and a moan of his own need escapes him and I relish the knowledge that the deep need for satisfaction that I have nursed flows through his own body and spirit as well. Hard and erect already, he rises and stands over me to tease me with light touches of his cock rubbing along my lips.

I open my mouth and groan softly myself, words tumble from my lips begging him to let me taste and caress his hardness with my lips and tongue.  I can’t believe that something I have fantasized about and masturbated imagining has just tumbled into my life.

He refuses to allow me even a single taste of his delicious erection, continuing to tease me with feather light touches along my body, brushing down my cheek, and then pulling away from my open wet mouth.  Despite my begging, he denies me a taste.  With an inpatient snarl he orders me onto the couch on my hands and knees, and pushes on the small of my back until I am down on my elbows and knees, ass high in the air.

He slaps my ass hard, and pushes his fingers back into my pussy, as if the wetness dripping down my thighs wasn’t enough of a hint for how aroused I am.  I bury my face in the soft cushions on the couch and pant into the fabric.  I plead with him over and over to enter me, to push his hot thick hardness into my waiting starving pussy.  I’m going insane with need and I can’t even think, except to wonder how he can possibly have the self control to not bury himself deep inside me after all this time.

I worry for a moment that perhaps he is disappointed, maybe I’m not as pretty as he expected.  As if reading my thoughts in the small changes of my body language, he pulls his fingers from me to bury them, still covered with my cum, in my hair and yanks me back onto my knees.  I stare at him, my eyes wide and startled for a moment, then we kiss and I can taste and feel the hunger in him, a heat and need to match my own, and my doubts fly out the window.

He flings my body forward again, and I lose my balance from my knees and end up flat on my belly.  No more patience to tease or even wait for me to regain my balance now, he shoves his oh-so-hard cock into my pussy and I am too far gone to even moan.  I begin to babble thanks and he pushes my face into the cushions and tells me to shut up.

He thrusts into me hard and fast, and I scream orgasms over and over into the pillow.  He laughs as he fucks me and breathes nasty obscenities into my ears.  He reminds me what a whore I am, showing and telling me with my body’s own reactions how much I love every hard slamming thrust into my wet cunt.  He pushes himself as hard and deep as he can into me and slides a hand under my chest to pinch my nipples hard, harder than I expect and I scream as I cum again even harder.

Harsh words fall into my ears, his voice of mocking me for how I crave the pain/pleasure that he gives me.  The words push me over the edge as he pulls out of my pussy and without warning me, pushes ever so slowly but firmly, his head of his cock first splitting me open, and sliding its way deep into my ass.  I whimper for a moment, then catching a breath, thurst my hips back against him and wordlessly beg for him to have no pity or mercy on me, but to use me for his pleasure.

Demanding my attention, refusing to allow me the release of drowning in the sensations he has poured over me, he demands that I tell him out loud what a slut I am and orders me to share every dark and nasty need I’ve ever fantasized about.  He fucks my ass harshly while I obey.  Tears drip from my closed eyes as confusion and embarassment battle with arousal until I simply can’t think at all.

When I fall silent for a moment, he leans down and whispers in my ear that he loves to fuck naughty cum-hungry whores like me, then snickers and tells me that the things he wants are darker and nastier than anything I have shared.

I shiver all over in response to his words; his tempo begins to increase as words leave both of us.  Our bodies entwined, I feel his cock spasming and pouring his sweet jism inside me.  I cum again at the sensation, then am capable of doing nothing more but simply dropping my head forward and resting it on the pillow I have only moments ago been screaming into.  He chuckles, shifts his weight until we are both comfortable, drops his head onto my back and with a smile says softly, “Nice to meet you Moon.”

Bursting into laughter, I agree and offer my guest a shower and something to drink…