A unique feeding

I feel the tail end of Kathryn’s third orgasm, the last two back-to-back, her pussy spasming against my cock, pride swelling within me. I pull out, my cock springing up, glistening and dripping with her essence. She immediately starts to rub herself, her fingers circling her clit, her body begging for more.

"Oh, god, please put it back in," she begs, her voice a **** whimper, her eyes locked on my cock, hungry for more.

I take her hand and pull her to her feet before me. I kiss her, and she kisses me back hungrily, her tongue exploring my mouth, her body pressing against mine. I break away, my breath ragged. "Grab the pole, Kathryn," I command, my voice firm and unmistakable.

She complies, her eyes locked on mine as she steps up onto the platform and grips the cool steel pole in both hands, her body pressing against it, her ass sticking out, inviting me in. I stand behind her, taking a moment to admire the sight of her—sweaty, flushed, and utterly ready for me. I guide my cock to her entrance, feeling her heat and wetness envelop me as I push back into her. She moans my name, a sound of pure ecstasy and need.

"I’m gonna fuck you hard now, Kathryn," I growl, my hands gripping her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.

"Oh fuck. Right there!" she yells, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise as I start to pound into her, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room, mixing with our moans and gasps. I pull her hair back, using it like a rein, controlling her movements, making her take my cock deeper, harder.

I can feel her body responding, her pussy clenching around me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I know she’s close to another orgasm, and I want to push her over the edge. I reach around and rub her clit, feeling it swollen and sensitive, ready to explode. I pinch it, roll it between my fingers, and she screams, her body convulsing as her fourth orgasm rips through her, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice.

"Four orgasms," I think to myself, a smug smile playing on my lips as her cunt grips me tightly, milking me for all I'm worth. But I’m not done with her yet. I want to feel her beg for my load, to see her **** for my cum.

I let go of her hip and slap her ass hard, the sound echoing through the room, making her moan and jump. I tug her hair again, slamming into her, smacking her ass again, the sting of my hand on her flesh making her yell out in pleasure.

Her thighs are shaking, and her arms are tense as she grips the pole tighter, her orgasm subsiding. I know I can make her cum one more time, but this time, I want us to do it together. I tug her hair until she’s standing with her back against my chest, me still deeply embedded inside her. She rests her head on my shoulder, her breath hot and ragged against my neck.

I grip both of her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, her hard nipples pressing into my palms. "You ready for another?" I ask, my voice a low, dominant growl.

"I… I… I…" she tries to speak, but I cut her off, slamming into her hard again.

"You want more," I state, not a question this time.

"I… I want more," she says, her voice breathless and ****.

I grip her thighs, holding her up effortlessly, still impaled on my cock, and make my way to the couch, her body wrapped around mine, our sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other. I sit down, positioning her so that she’s straddling me, her heels digging into the cushions, her back to my chest, my cock still deeply seated inside her.

I start to move her up and down on my shaft, my hands on her hips, guiding her, controlling her movements. She moans, a deep, guttural sound of pleasure as she rides me, her body moving in a sensual, undulating rhythm.

"That's it, Kathryn," I growl in her ear, my teeth grazing her earlobe. "Fuck me. Use that tight little pussy to milk my cock."

She obeys, her movements becoming more frantic, more **** as she chases her next orgasm. I can feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she gets closer and closer to the edge, her fifth orgasm imminent.

"Cum with me, Kathryn," I command, my voice a low, guttural growl as I feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening, ready to explode. "Let's cum together."

And we do. I feel her hit her peak, and I finally let her pussy milk me as we cum together. My cock spurts, sending my load deep into her. "Oh fuck, I can feel it! I feel it," she yells, her voice a mix of surprise and ecstasy. I push into her as far as I can, shooting my load, feeling my cock pulse with each spurt, her body shuddering and convulsing around me.

She starts to grind down, pulling my load out into herself, her movements slow and deliberate, milking every last drop from me. "It’s so warm, I love it. It feels so fucking good," she whispers, her body trembling with the intensity of the experience.

I kiss her, my lips capturing hers, my tongue exploring her mouth as I slip out of her. I look down, breaking our kiss, to see her pussy, red and glistening, my load beginning to slowly trickle from her tight lips. She slides off of me and sits beside me, looking down at her cunt, my load dripping a little more, and she scoops some of it from her folds, tasting it.

"Tastes even better when it’s from my pussy," she says, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

I start to wonder just how much I came in her as I see my cum, not merely trickling or pouring out of her, but flowing like a stream, glistening and thick. It rises, defying physics, a testament to my power in this dimension. The stream is a sight to behold, a shimmering, opalescent river of my seed.

I realize just how much I came in her when the stream of my cum continues to flow out of her, stretching more than three feet in length, a glorious display of my virility and power. The stream sways and undulates, moving with a life of its own, a dance choreographed by my will. I look at Kathryn's face as she feels my load leave her, her body trembling with the intensity of the experience. Her mouth is slightly agape, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her chest heaving with the sensation.

Finally, the stream breaks free from her pussy, hovering in the air for a moment before it flows around the stripper pole in a slow, sensual dance. I want her to taste it all, to experience the full extent of my power and pleasure. "Open your mouth, Kathryn," I command, my voice firm and dominant, brooking no argument. And she does. The cum trail flows to her, pouring into her mouth in a slow, steady stream. She swallows eagerly, her throat working as she takes it all in, her eyes locked on mine, a look of pure bliss and submission on her face.

I watch, awestruck by my abilities in this dimension, my cock throbbing with pride and satisfaction. But I am ready to face the real Kathryn in the real world. Even if I have to break her heart and maybe lose a potential client, I will not give in to my deep animalistic desires outside of my domain. For now, I bask in the aftermath of our passionate encounter, my body thrumming with power and pleasure.