Climax, Passion and Wine

I stood with my palms flat on the desktop slightly bent at the waist. My body was hypersensitive to every draft in the room as I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. I could think of nothing but my desire to have him deep inside me and every second he made me wait drove my mind to higher planes of anticipation. My thoughts were chaos. Thinking about anything other than Blake and sex and stimulation was next to impossible. I felt I only had one goal in life at this moment, to have this man fuck me silly. It was a liberating feeling, I was still his whore.

Blake seemed to relish the position he was in. He walked up behind me and lightly slapped my bottom, describing to the cameras in great and vulgar detail what he thought of each portion of my anatomy and how he planned to shag me until I begged him to stop. A small part of me knew something about this should bother me but my reasoning brain was cloudy and my dopamine levels were through the roof. By the time Blake stepped back behind me, I was a loaded pistol yearning for everything I was about to get.

He grabbed the bottom of my dress and yanked it to the floor and I involuntarily shook with the **** of it. I carefully stepped out of it then he planted his feet beside mine and used his knees to push my legs open some more. He reached between my thighs and slowly inserted two fingers deep inside me, sliding them in and out of me as if testing whether I was fully ready for him. He leaned over me, grabbed my right breast with his free hand, looked at the webcam, and mouthed "Mine" as he pulled his fingers out of me. Blake then slid them into my mouth and told me "I'm going to fill you with more cum than that limp-dicked husband of yours thought existed. He's going to wish you'd never met me". I swear he was growling toward the end as he stood back up.

I felt the large bulbous head of his monster python push against my tender outer lips. I gripped the edge of the desk harder expecting an immediate thrust but he waited for a second and pushed me down on the desktop. He then pushed hard and deep inside my passion soaked slit. I immediately began to moan as his cock pounded in and out of me, I could hear him grunt each time his stomach impacted my ass. Over and over he kept saying things like, "Yeah bitch . . . take it . . . I'm going to slam your gorgeous cunt". I'd never understood until that moment how much of a turn on crass, dirty language was. It just made me want him more.

As he began to thrust harder and faster, I tried to push back against him as I got more and more into it but to no avail. Blake was so hard and forceful that I had **** but to go along for the ride enjoying the feel of him in me, the rhythmic slap of his body against my tail end, and the lewd string of boasts and commands he continued to growl at me. My own moans grew louder and more insistent as I steadily approached orgasm. He slowed for a minute and started aggressively rubbing my hypersensitive clit, "Come on slut. Cum for me, be my dirty girl", he kept repeating in deep, gravelly grunts. This pushed me over the edge and I felt I was drowning in the ecstasy of the moment as my body exploded in an avalanche of feeling. Blake wasn't far behind as he concentrated on drilling my juicy peach fast and hard. I heard him moan loudly as he fired his creamy load deep inside my welcoming womb.

I laid motionless on top of the messed desk, too tired to do more than breathe as Blake pulled his empty member from my sloppy sex. He took a moment to clear his head and walk around a bit before gently picking me up and laying me on the sofa. He turned to the webcam offered a thumbs up and then gestured to Nas for some reason. She walked over and handed me a glass of wine which I quickly drank. The cool, fruity liquid was a welcome relief for my throat parched from all the moaning of the last half hour.

I heard Blake ask Nas if the videos had been delivered and she said she just sent the texts and clips over IP. A few moments later I began to feel lightheaded and saw everything go dark as I passed out. The last thing I heard was Blake saying, "Her address is on that ID card. I'm counting on you to get her home to that jackass. . ."