Pleasurable in Different Ways

Sasha wasn't one, it definitely turned out, to mince words or disguise her personality. Her apartment fit with her outfit - black tank, fishnets, boots, nice leather jackets had prepped you for that. A nice Harley-Davidson sat in the apartments parking garage, Sasha pointing out that it was hers on the way up; tattoo artists and their designs plastered the walls. After a brief second, where Sasha lets you relax on the couch, hard **** metal began to play. You, momentarily not under Sasha's thumb, checked if Carrie had texted you any updates. Your phone slid out of your hands as Sasha's breasts rested on your head.

"No checking for your phone. I'm sure your girlfriend will text you once she's done getting fucked." Sasha's voice is the vocal equivalent to a smug smirk. After around a minute with your phone, with her chest against your back, you received your phone back, Sasha having taken it while it was unlocked.

Your password, thumb print and facial ID didn't work. Instead, Sasha's worked, meaning you were locked out from your phone.

"I need my phone!" You, feeling like maybe you were out of your element at this point. Sasha tutted and through your phone onto the nearby lack leather sofa.

"You do not." Sasha says and continues. "What you do need is to be fucked like I told you I would fuck you." Without skipping so much as a beat, Sasha's hands grabbed around your armpits, pulling you up from the sofa like a ragdoll. You can't quite tell if Sasha could do that willingly, or if she had put in a little effort. Stood up and facing her chest, you come to terms with the fact that she is bigger then you.

Maneuvering you both to the bedroom, you stumble a bit, holding onto her waist. Looking up at her, you felt very ****. In that flicker, you felt the desire to kiss her lips.

You made contact with her black lips. As if she could no longer wait, Sasha **** you against her bedroom door, making you squirm under her hands. One had began to grind against your cock, still constrained in your nice jeans, while another was putting her fingers in your mouth. Face in her tits, body being groped, and both hands grasping her muscular ass like your life depended on it, you didn't feel in control.

Neither did your dick. It only took a few minutes of Sasha's sloppy gripping and grasping for you to feel your erect dick begin to warm, and then.....

You came in your pants. Even Sasha looked shocked, recognizing what you did before even you had.

"Did you just cum? Like....?" Sasha's voice was back to the smug smirk she seemed to like. "Cum in your pants? Before we even got to my bed, or before I even grabbed your dick?"

Shamefaced, you nodded. "S-sorry! I uh..."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. I said I'd fuck you to your cuckolded desires, not that I'd just fuck you. Those pants are staying on the rest of the night." Sasha's hand opened the door, holding your waist so you didn't fall. She helped you onto the bed.

You'd legitimately never cum in your pants before. Face red with humiliation, you didn't quite know how to react, feeling your sticky semen trapped in your boxers. Held tightly against your dick, you only felt worse from it, before Sasha returned with a shot for you both.

"Cheer up. I'm sure right about now, Carrie's being filled with another man's semen, meanwhile, you're cumming from looking at some titties and feeling my ass." She smirked as you clinked shots with her, and swallowed down the burning fire; as if not to let a moment go to waste, Sasha straddled on top your crotch, only further pressing your now cold cum against your dick.

Looking at Sasha, you realized she was still in her fishnets, sans her underwear. Not having much time to react to that info, you felt the fishnets scratch against your shaved face, and then your head be put in a headlock, as Sasha's cunt was **** against your mouth.

Not one to mince words, Sasha spoke up. "Eat me out, and I'll let you get some oxygen."

Her muscular legs tightened around your neck, and you felt your lungs cry out in pain; Sasha wasn't playing around. Sat in a way to **** you solely with her legs like a wrestler, you had **** but to go to town.

As it turned out, Sasha wasn't as quick to cumming herself as you were. It actually only made you feel worse. Usually, Carrie would cum twice before you did once, seeing as your dick hit all the right spots for her. Not thinking too much on that, you kept eating Sasha and tasting her juices flow on your face. When Sasha's muscular legs quivered, then tightened, you knew she was close.

Her cry of pleasure mixed with the metal music as you almost thought you were going to die. Her legs loosened a bit, and as if a momentary niceness came over Sasha, she got off you.

"You good?" Sasha said with care.

Besides for your neck feeling destroyed, your braincells probably dead from no oxygen, and juices splattered on your face, plus the darkness which was fading from your vision, you were good. You nodded at her. She disappeared, reappearing with a vibrating wand and a bottle of vodka. With a swig of the half-polished bottle, Sasha placed it on the nightstand, turning to you.

"Do I have the best ideas, or what. Here's a pillow." Sasha slid a pillow under your already sore neck, as if to prepare you for....

Her ass sat on your face without so much as a problem. Without skipping a beat, you heard the wand turn on, and then felt it pressed harshly against your jeans, and more importantly, your erect dick. Gasping into Sasha's ass, you melted in pleasure, squished by her immense muscles into the pillow. You whimpered. Another spurt came into your pants.

Sasha briefly stopped.

"Hey look, Carrie messaged you. Holy shit, it's a whole video!" Sasha said, flicking the video, but not giving you any indication she'd let you watch the video; stuck under her ass, all you could hear was sound.....