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This is an extract from a longer story I wrote, but I am planning on scrapping and starting from fresh. I wondered instead of letting it go to waste, I would distribute it with you all instead and see what you think.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” I say, taking a seat on the couch. It’s so big and soft that I almost collapse into it.

My short skirt rises halfway up around my thighs; I got to pull it down but stop. Harlen is standing smiling at me, his head crooked to one side, as if he can tell that I’m lying – but it was sweet of me to say so anyway. His green eyes glisten in the soft lighting, lingering in space between my thighs. I part my legs, giving him a glimpse of my thong.

I had wondered that we might talk a bit first, to discuss what the night before had meant to both of us, and to establish our boundaries going forwards, and maybe get to know each other a little better in the process. But I can not concentrate when he’s looking at me like that – with such intensity that my body literally begins to quiver. I’m not surprised to realise I want him just as badly as I did the night before.

“Do you have any idea how wild you drive me?” Harlen growls as he slowly approaches me.

“Why don’t you show me?” I answer, spreading my legs even further for him.

Harlen stops just in front of me, his calves brushing the inside of my thighs. Beneath his trousers, I can see his erection straining towards me, inches from my face. It looks powerful, almost wild, as if about to rip through his trousers to reach me. Mesmerised, I can not stop staring, my fingers gripping the edge of the sofa. Harlen cups his hand under my chin, tilting my face up to look at him. I give him my biggest, widest eyed stare.

“You’re such a good girl. So beautiful,” he murmurs, running his thumb across my slightly parted lips. I’ve never been called a good girl before in such an intermit way. I would have wondered I would’ve found it degrading, but I’m surprised by how arousing it sounds coming from his lips. “What are you doing here with me? What would your father say?”

“You know why I’m here,” I reply, ignoring his last question.

I curl my lips, taking the tip of his thumb into my mouth and start to suck. As I do, I unzip his trousers, so that I can clearly see his cock straining against his underwear. Precum already soaking through the white material. I can feel my pussy aching in kind, remembering how big and powerful it felt fucking my insides. Staring back into his hypnotic eyes, I start palming his erection over the top of his underwear. It wrestles against my palm as Harlen gently forces his thumb further into my mouth, so that it almost feels as if I have his whole hand inside of me. His thumb brushes up the back of my throat causing me to gasp in surprise. His cock pushes harder against my hand.

“Your mouth is so little and tight, just like your pussy,” he says stroking my hair with his free hand. ” I want to fuck the back of your throat. Would you like that?”

He’s not spoken to me like this before. His tone is soft and silky, but his words are harsh and course. I can not get enough. I want him to fuck me anyway he wants, however, wherever, and I know that I’ll come crawling back on my hands and knees for more. Unable to speak, I nod my head.

“Good girl,” he says sliding his thumb back out from my mouth. There they are again, those two little words. Does he know the effect he is having on me right now? Willing to show him, I reach out and pull down his underwear.

His erection springs up in all it’s glory. Things had moved so quickly last night, swept in a tidal wave of passion, along with the fear and anticipation of getting caught, I didn’t get a good look at his penis. But it looks exactly as I wondered it would, based on the way it had felt inside me, the way it stretched me out and filled every inch of me, plus the aching feeling I felt when I woke this morning. His cock is big and girthy, bigger than all my previous sexual partners. No wonder he walks around looking so smug at all times with that beast dangling between his legs.

“It’s so big,” I say biting down on my lip. I’m partly playing with him, partly wondering how best to take it in my mouth.

“But I know you can handle it,” he says rubbing a hand down along the length of his shaft. “You’ll take it for me, my good greedy girl.”

“Anything for you,” I sigh, leaning in to kiss the tender head of his dick.

It’s not fair. He must know that I’m at his mercy. But I feel him shuddering against my pouted lips, and i realise that the feeling is entirely mutual. Tilting my head to one side, I kiss him again from different angels. Lavishing kiss after kiss on his throbbing member. Each time, I feel his body react to my touch.

Bringing my arms around his waist, I rest my hands against his well toned butt cheeks. I still haven’t seen him naked yet, but whenever I touch him, I can tell he works out. He all the time feels so firm and muscular. I give his cheeks a squeeze, enjoying the way they tense in my hands.

Harlen had said he wanted to throat fuck me, and my greedy little cunt had gushed at the wondered, but I want to tease him first. I need to feel as if I have at least an ounce of control as my primal desire and baser instincts take over me. Running my tongue along the tip, I savour the salty masculine taste of his precum spilling out, and judging from the little moans that escape his lips with every kiss and with each twist and turn of my tongue he’s enjoying the way I play with him.

Slowly, I run my tongue down the length of his shaft, my mouth taking more and more of him as I go. I watch as his big meaty cock disappears between my pouted lips. I haven’t reached the base when I feel the tip of his head hitting against the back of my throat. Harlen grunts, twitching against my lips. Things are about to get rough between us… but not just yet. I slide my mouth all the way back up until the tip of his head pops out from between my lips.

“Harlen, I want to be your good, greedy little girl, but your cock is too big for me,” I pout, just to tease him. Despite his best efforts I can see the desperation growing inside him, in the slight flush of his cheeks and the glimmer in his eyes. “I need you to help me.”

Taking hold of his shaft with both hands, I start stroking and kissing and licking along his entire, impressive length.

“How can I help you?” Harlen runs his big, powerful hands through my hair. “Ask me nicely, say please, and I’ll see what I can do.”

And just like that, once again, he has the upper hand. I’m not even mad about it.

“Show me what you want. Take it from me,” I sigh between kisses. My saliva runs down in one long strand from the end of his cock. “Please.”

I feel his hands slide round the back of my head, his fingers entwining into my hair. I take a big breath as he pushes my face forwards, forcing my mouth back round his dick. He pushes me all the way down until I start to gag, my body jerking and twitching in response.

Harlen holds me there for what feels could be either seconds or minutes before yanking my head back up again.

“Good girl,” he says, staring down into my slightly watering eyes. “Do you think you can do that again for me?”

I nod too breathless to speak.

“Good,” he replies, twisting a strand of my hair around his fist before bringing my mouth back down along his cock again.

This time, he guides me further down, pushing deeper into the back of my throat before sliding me back up again. But this time he doesn’t pull back out, forcing my mouth back down again along his shaft. With every thrust, he forces himself a little deeper, making me gag just a little bit more. Tears pricking the back of my eyes. Yet I don’t pull away. Every thrust every time he hits the back of my throat, makes me a little wetter and all the more willing to satisfy him. I want him inside me, filling any hole he pleases and pushing me to my limit. I want to feel his cum painting my insides in appreciation for my efforts.

“Ashley,” Harlen grunts my name ramming his cock to the back of my mouth.

I begin to choke. My grip round his sculpted cheeks tightens as the tears start to trickle down my cheeks. But it doesn’t last long as he jerks away, giving me a second to breathe before slamming into the back of my throat once more. Though I’m more prepared this time it doesn’t stop me from making a strange, strangled, gagging noise as he repeatedly pounds into me.

“Not long… I’m so close,” he pants, pumping harder and faster into my open mouth, tugging hard at my hair still wrapped around his fist. “You’re doing so well, my beautiful, sexy, dirty girl.”

His thick cock muffles my moans. I can not get enough of his praises. In this moment I only exist to serve him. Reaching out, I cup his balls in my hands. He groans loudly, his whole body shuddering against me as if I’ve just jolted him with burning electricity.

“Ashley,” he moans fucking my face even harder as I continue fondling his balls.

I know he’s about to cum as I feel it swelling in his testicles and surging down the long, pulsating shaft of his cock. His whole body lurches forwards, pushing me back against the couch. I start to choke and sputter as his girthy cock hits the back of my throat, filling my mouth with ropes of warm, mouth-watering cum. I try to catch my breath as I swallow it down, but there’s too much and not enough room with his dick still inside me. Dripping every last drop in the back of my throat.

His cum starts to trickle out the corners of my mouth, and dribbling down my chin.

“Beautiful.” Harlen gently strokes my face as he pulls away.

I don’t know if I feel gorgeous, or just plain dirty. Is it feasible to feel both at the same time? Because Harlen is looking at me with a smoulder in his eyes, as if I have only just sated his hunger, but he’s already craving more. I lick my lips, lapping up the cum still dripping down my chin. Harlen’s cock now semi flaccid twitches between his legs.

“You’ve done good,” he says. “Now lay down.”

NSFW: yes

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