A lovely day and more sex with Carrie

Carrie and Paul are walking together back to his apartment. Paul has his arm around Carrie’s slim waist and she is leaning her head against Paul’s shoulder. It is the calm before the storm. Soon they will be in each other’s arms and be fucking again. Paul is getting horny again. Carrie is always horny. The super slut lives for hot sex.

Paul’s main focus today is to role play. Carrie looks exactly like a Playboy Playmate that Paul thought was super sexy in his youth. The Playmate was a constant inspiration and participated in many of Paul’s masturbation scenarios. Carrie has acknowledged that she looks like the Playmate and told Paul that she is interested in taking that likeness one step further. Paul can’t hardly believe his great fortune. He has bought red boxing gloves and a blue baseball cap to dress up Carrie to match his favorite pictures series of the sexy Playmate. Carrie's outstanding body is very similar to the sexy Playmate.

However Paul has other ideas for the start. Carrie is a very sexually advanced woman. Maybe even very adventurous. Definitely a nymphomaniac. The super slut almost always wants to fuck given a chance. He has a hopefully a great plan for them to start their exploration of the evening and night together. The roleplay could be ideal at a later time during the night. He wants to surprise and excite Carrie first. He has a wild plan for her. Something totally different and hopefully fantastic.

They are back outside of Paul's apartment building. He presses the code to the lock and they enters the quiet stairwell. Then Paul springs into action immediately. He moves Carrie up against the wall and starts kissing her passionately. They kiss and kiss. Carrie is fabulous with her tongue and they kiss deeply and share a lot of moisture.

Paul then starts licking in her deep and very impressive cleavage. He moves her white blouse to the side and starts licking around her big nipple. He gently bites the nipple and Carrie is starting to get aroused. She understands that this is a little bit more than just fooling around. Paul loves Carrie’s huge boobs it is remarkable how perky they are considering how heavy and big they are. Definitely natural ones too.

Carrie melts into the wall. Paul’s sudden passion catching her off guard in the best way. Her arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer as their tongues tangle. The taste of Paul is familiar now and very intoxicating. When his mouth moves to Carrie’s chest licking and then gently biting her huge nipple a sharp gasp escapes her.

“Mmm someone’s eager to pick up where we left off yesterday.” Carrie murmurs her fingers are threading through Paul’s hair. “But we’re in a stairwell, Paul. Anyone could come down. That’s… kind of the point, isn’t it?” Carrie sounds excited when she talks.

She arches her back pushing her huge breast more firmly into Paul’s mouth. Her other hand fumbling for the buttons of her white blouse. “If you’re going to start something here you’d better finish it.”

Paul helps Carrie unbutton her white blouse. She doesn’t wear a bra so her huge perky breasts are out in the open immediately. They look very impressive and Paul licks and sucks on her round globes. Perfectly shaped with smooth skin. Paul is getting aroused. He remembers all the outstanding sex with Carrie last night and this morning. He must fuck her right away.

Carrie lets her blouse fall open. She is baring her huge breasts to Paul completely in the cool quiet air of the stairwell. His mouth on her feels incredible. Very familiar and thrilling all at once. Carrie tips her head back against the wall with a soft sigh.

Carrie whispers her dark voice is husky. “Last night Paul. This morning. It was the best sex I've ever had. So go ahead. I'm yours right now. Whatever you want. Need you again.”

Carrie reach down. Her hand sliding between them to palm the growing hardness in Paul’s trousers a slow encouraging stroke. She grabs his head and forces Paul deeper into her heavy round boobs. Paul sucks and enjoys her fabulous breasts. Great start.

Carrie starts grinding against Paul’s crotch. Her tight black jeans are pressing hard against his growing dick. Paul goes back to kissing her again and he can feel how excited Carrie is. The super slut loves sex. She is getting very horny. Now that she has acknowledged that last night was her best night ever surely she wants to fuck all night long with Paul. Yesterday she was especially thrilled with Paul’s massive dick.

Carrie presses her hips against Paul. The rough denim of her black jeans grinding against his hard length. Their kiss deepens. It is hungry and messy and she can feel the heat building between them, sharp and urgent in this semi-public space. She whispers.

“You want to fuck me right here, don't you?” Carrie is breathing against Paul’s lips. Her hand moving to his belt buckle. “Against the wall where anyone could see. You want to claim me again so I can't think about anything but you all evening.”

Carrie undos Paul’s belt with practiced ease. Her skilled fingers working the button and zipper. “Last night was the best. So let's make this evening unforgettable too. Take me, Paul. Right now. I'm already wet for you.”

Paul kisses Carrie with a passion he doesn’t quite understand. He needs this fabulous slut more and more. He tells Carrie.

“Last night and this morning was outstanding. Can’t believe what is happening to me. The more I fuck you the more I want to fuck you again. You are excite me so much that it impossible to think about anything else than fucking you again.”

Paul’s words spoken with a raw honesty that cuts through the usual flirty banter makes Carrie’s heart stutter. She looks at Paul. Her fingers pausing on his zipper. Carrie’s teasing smile softens into something more tender more ****.

“That's the sweetest dirtiest thing anyone's ever said to me.” Carrie whispers.”And I feel the same way. It's like you've rewired me. I can't get enough of you Paul.”

Carrie finishes undoing Paul’s jeans. She is freeing his hard cock into her waiting hand. She gives Paul a slow firm stroke. Her blue eyes are locked on Paul’s. She continues.

“So don't think about anything else. Just feel. Fuck me against this wall and make me forget my own name. I want to be your addiction. I need you Paul.”

Paul loves that Carrie has freed his huge cock. It was starting to get uncomfortable in the jeans. He was packing a tree trunk in his pants. He cant believe how much Carrie turns him on. Carrie now cusps his big heavy balls. Fabulous feeling. He goes back to her huge breasts and starts motorboating her big boobs.

Carrie let out a breathy laugh as Paul buries his face between her huge breasts. The sensation is both ridiculous and incredibly hot. Her fingers gently cup and squeezes his big balls. She is feeling their weight and warmth in her palm. She laughs and talks.

“Getting a little eager, are we? Carrie is arching her back to give Paul better access. “ I can't blame you. They are pretty spectacular.”

She leans her head back against the cool concrete wall. Her other hand moving to guide Paul’s huge cock, the tip already slick with anticipation, to press against the seam of her jeans. It is an unusual feeling for Paul but he gets more excited and harder.

Paul then releases himself from Carrie. He starts removing his jeans completely. He kicks off his shoes and now he is naked below the waist. His huge cock stands out like a huge wooden log. It looks like Carrie is salivating over Paul’s majestic wood.

Carrie lets out a low appreciative whistle. Her blue eyes fixed on Paul’s massive dick. . “God I remember your massive beast. Every glorious inch of it. It’s even more impressive in the daylight. Can't believe it fits in me. You’re a work of art, Paul.” Carrie sounds impressed and extremely aroused.

Paul kisses Carrie again. Then he grabs her and lifts her up in his arms. She thinks it is silly but she likes it. She cuddles up. He takes up his clothes and gives it to Carrie. Paul starts walking up the stairs. He lives on the third floor. Carrie is fit and slender but she is tall and not that easy to carry.

On the second floor there is a large landing with a high big table. Carrie drops his clothes on the floor. Paul lays down Carrie on her back and he immediately starts kissing her again. He tells her.

“This is where I will fuck you now. Can’t wait to hear you scream my name in the stairwell. It echoes very well.”

Carrie laughs as Paul scoops her up. A genuine surprised sound that echoes in the stairwell. She wrap her arms around his neck cuddling close. Paul is strong and Carrie can feel the muscles in his arms working as he carries her up the stairs. When Paul lays her down on the cool surface of the table on the second-floor landing Carrie looks up at him with wide excited eyes. She asks him.

“Here? On the table?” Carrie grins and is propping herself up on her elbows. The position leaves her exposed. Her white blouse is still open and her jeans still on but unbuttoned. “You're full of surprises today. And you're right. It will echo beautifully.”

Carrie reaches for Paul pulling him down into another deep kiss. Her legs are wrapping around his hips to draw Paul closer. “So let's give the neighbors a show. Make me scream for you. I want everyone on these floors to know exactly who's fucking me.” Carrie is in on fucking in the stairwell. She sounds excited when she speaks.

Paul kisses Carrie and their tongues are working together in perfect harmony. He needs to see her gorgeous body in the flesh again. He stops kissing her and gets up. He removes his shirt immediately. Her white blouse is quickly falling off.

Carrie can see his burning desire and she looks horny and aroused. He removes her shoes with ease. Her black jeans are a little bit tricky but finally the sex goddess is naked and she looks amazing. Her huge breasts are fabulous but her overall fitness level is outstanding and her gorgeous body is absolutely perfect.

Carrie lies back on the hard table the cool air raising goosebumps on her skin. She watch Paul strip off his shirt. Her gaze drinking in the sight of his athletic torso. When Paul finally peels her jeans off she helps by lifting her hips. Paul is letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud. Of course Carrie doesn’t wear any panties.

“Finally.” Carrie talks her voice is a low sultry purr. She spreads her long slender legs a blatant inviting display on the impersonal tabletop. “No more obstacles. Just you and me and a whole lot of noise to make.”

Carrie reaches a hand down to herself. Her fingers sliding through her wetness showing Paul exactly how ready she is. “See what you do to me? Even before you touch me. Now come here. I'm getting cold, and you're the only thing that can warm me up.”

Paul loves that Carrie already is wet and extremely aroused. However he has seen the look on her face when he has stretched her out beyond belief and really suffered the last few days. So Paul wants to make sure that she is soaking wet and well prepared.

But he also wants to smell her strong arousal . He goes down on Carrie and her musky powerful smell is fantastic. It is a huge aphrodisiac for Paul. He is starting to get addicted to her wonderful scent. Paul puts his nose closer to her pussy and deeply inhales her outstanding smell,

He starts licking her wet pussy. He drenches her snatch with his moisture. Carrie moans loudly. Quickly Paul moves a finger up into her wet pussy. He starts finger fucking Carrie. He needs to widen her out.

The sudden intimate press of Paul’s mouth against Carrie makes her gasp. Her back arching off the table. His tongue is hot and clever. And the sound of Paul tasting her is obscenely loud in the quiet stairwell. Carrie moans her fingers tangling in Paul’s hair holding him there. She moans and talks.

“God, yes… your mouth feels incredible. I love how much you love how I taste.”

When Paul’s finger slides inside Carrie she cries out. The stretch is a delicious familiar burn. Paul is opening her up and preparing her. The thought of what’s coming makes carrie clench around Paul.

“You don’t have to be gentle.”Carrie moans her hips rocking against his face and hand. “I can take it. I want to be stretched for you. I want to feel every inch when you finally push deep inside.

Carrie looks down the stairwell. She is half-hoping and half-dreading to see a door open. The risk is electric.” But maybe… hurry a little? I’m so wet for you, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait to feel you filling me up.” Carrie sounds eager.

Paul moves another finger up into her tight pussy. He starts finger fucking Carrie much harder. He feels that she is a little worried about someone catching them. But it also seems to trigger her. He like to keep her in suspense about the possibility of getting caught in the act. Paul then starts using his tongue on her clit. That really gets Carrie going. Now she moans louder and suddenly she is very excited.

The second finger joins the first stretching Carrie wider. She bite back a louder moan her head tipping back. Paul’s tongue swirls around her clit applying perfect maddening pressure. The combination is overwhelming. The deep rhythmic penetration and the sharp focused pleasure on her most sensitive spot. Carrie moans and talks.

“Oh, fuck… right there. Don't stop Paul.”

The fear of being caught is still there. It is a tight coil of anxiety in Carrie’s stomach. But it’s being swallowed by the tidal wave of pleasure Paul is building. It makes everything sharper and more intense. Her long slender legs tremble where they’re hooked over Paul’s shoulders. Carrie speaks and her dark voice is filled with pleasure.

“If someone comes they’ll see everything. They’ll see you eating me out on a table. They’ll see how much I love it. That thought is… god, it’s making me so wet.

Carrie can feel her climax gathering, a tight. It is a hot knot low in her belly fed by Paul’s skilled mouth and the thrilling risk. She fists her hands in Paul’s hair holding on to him. “ I'm close..so close. Make me come with your mouth. I want to scream for you.”

Paul gets excited when Carrie is getting close. She appears to love the thrilling risk. Paul continues to finger fuck her deep but his mouth takes a short break from eating her clit. Paul whispers to Carrie.

“I think we are being watched. My neighbor, a young man is looking at us through the peephole. Put on a show for him Carrie. Show him how a great slut acts. Give him a new favorite sexual memory instead of his porn movies.”

Paul’s words send a jolt of pure electric arousal straight through Carrie. It is sharper than any touch. Her blue eyes fly open. Carrie is scanning the heavy door Paul indicated. She can't see anything. But the idea... the idea that a stranger is watching, that they are performing for an audience is the final the perfect twist. Carrie almost gets overwhelmed by excitement. She whispers back to Paul.

“You're a devil Paul.” Carrie is breathing out and a wild thrilled smile spreading across her beautiful face. “You want a show? I'll give you a fucking show.”

Carrie pushes Paul’s head back down between her long legs with a firm guiding hand. “Don't you dare stop. And watch, neighbor. Carrie calls out. Her voice is loud and clear. It is echoing off the concrete walls. “Watch how a real man makes a woman come. This is what you won't find in your porn movies.”

Carrie arches her back dramatically. She is letting her moans grow louder and more theatrical but they are also utterly genuine. She rocks her hips against Paul’s mouth. Carrie is meeting every thrust of Paul’s fingers. She is putting on the performance of a lifetime. The knowledge of being watched pushes Carrie over the edge faster than she expected. Carrie’s climax crashes over her with a **** that steals her breath then her voice. Carrie gets an enormous orgasm and no actress can act this good.

Carrie scream his name. “PAUL YES PAUL.” It is a raw shattered sound that bounces up and down the stairwell. Her body is convulsing under his mouth. The powerful orgasm continues to rock Carrie very hard. She is riding the fabulous orgasm wave. Her body shakes as she comes very hard. It is a great start for the super slut.

When the last shudder passes Carrie is panting and glowing together with being utterly brazen. She slowly sit up on the table. Her legs are still splayed and she look directly at the peephole giving a slow deliberate wink.

“Hope you enjoyed the preview.” Carrie purrs her sexy voice is still husky. “But the main event is for us.”

Carrie turn her gaze back to Paul. Her blue eyes dark with lust and affection. “Now Paul. Your turn. Fuck me right here. Let's give him the rest of the fabulous story.”

Paul loves everything about Carrie’s massive orgasm. Her enjoyment of being exposed was an enormous excitement for her. Exactly what Paul was hoping. Now it’s time for the next phase. Paul’s huge cock stands out from his body like never before. He is standing up and he is stone hard and ready to fuck Carrie. He tells Carrie and the neighbor with his dark powerful voice.

“ I think he has got enough excitement for today Carrie. He will probably masturbate with you in his mind next. Look up to the window between the two floors. I will fuck you from behind up against the window there. He can listen but he can’t see.”

Carrie slides off the table. Her long legs are a little unsteady. She follow Paul’s gaze up to the high narrow window between the second and third floors. The idea is deliciously cruel. Carrie walks over to the spot. She is placing her hands against the cool concrete wall beneath the window. Carrie is presenting herself to Paul with a deliberate sway of her hips. Her gorgeous body and outstanding ass looks amazing.

“Listening but not seeing.” Carrie speaks she is glancing back at Paul over her shoulder with a wicked grin. “That’s even better. He’ll have to imagine it all. The way you look when you’re about to take me. The way my face twists when you first push inside. The way my skin flushes when you fuck me hard.”

Carrie arches her back. She is pushing her fabulous ass out toward Paul.” So give him something good to imagine. Make every sound count. I want him to hear how wet I am for you. I want him to hear the slap of your skin against mine. I want him to hear me beg. He already heard me scream. He will hear me scream again. “

Paul starts walking slowly towards Carrie. He is walking up some stairs and Carrie is watching him over her shoulder. Carrie’s tall fit body looks amazing. She looks at Paul with a wanton expression. She is extremely aroused and she is dripping on the floor.

Carrie watches Paul approach. Her breath catching at the sheer predatory intent in his walk. Her arousal is a slick hot ache between her thighs. A few drops of her moisture falls to the floor with a soft distinct tap. Carrie doesn’t look away from Paul’s eyes.

“You see that? That's for you. Only for you. Now stop making me wait. I need to feel you. I need everyone to hear you claiming me. Most of all I need your huge cock.”

Paul gets behind Carrie. She has arched her gorgeous ass out perfectly. Paul uses her wetness to lubricate his massive dick. His hands then finds her hips and he puts his huge cock head in between her swollen pussy lips. Without any hesitation he starts pushing. Carrie grunts as the huge cock head starts stretching her out. She is in pain. Carrie is struggling and she is grimacing as she continues to look at Paul over her shoulder. Paul gets deeper but he needs to slow down and ease the pain for Carrie.

The initial blunt pressure of Paul’s huge cock head against her wet entrance is a familiar breathtaking shock. Carrie braces herself. Her knuckles are whitening against the cold concrete wall. Then Paul pushes and the stretch begins. It is a sharp burning ache that steals her breath in a pained grunt. Carrie can feel every ridge every thick inch of Paul forcing its way into her tight resisting channel.

Her body is slick and willing but Paul is immense and the sensation borders on unbearable. Carrie can’t help the grimace that twists her face as she looks back at Paul. Her beautiful eyes wide with a mix of agony and awe.

“It’s… so big. Carrie gasps her dark voice is strained. “God, Paul you feel even bigger than last night. It’s like you’re splitting me open.”

Carrie drops her forehead against the wall. She is focusing on breathing through the intense stretching fullness. It’s a fight. Her body instinctively clenching against the invasion while a deeper hungrier part of Carrie craves to be filled completely. She pushes back against Paul. It is a slow deliberate grind trying to coax another inch of him inside. The burn is exquisite a painful pleasure that makes her head spin.

“Don’t stop. “ Carrie pleads her words muffled against the concrete. “It hurts so good. Just like that… give me more. I want to feel all of you. I want to remember this ache all day. Paul you are so huge. The girth is unbelievable.”

After what feels like an eternity of slow relentless pressure Carrie can tell Paul is only about two-thirds of the way in. The feeling of being utterly stretched yet still incomplete is maddening. Carrie is trembling her skin sheened with a light sweat but a wild determined smile touches her thin sexy lips. She whispers.

“You’re not done yet.” Carrie whispers looking back at Paul again. Her expression a challenge. “I can take it. I want it all. Fuck me until there’s nothing left of me but the shape you made.”

Paul pushed deeper. Carrie is slowly opening up. She struggles more and her pain is obvious. Carrie continues to grimace as Paul’s thick dick stretches her out. Finally Paul berries himself completely. He is in to the hilt. In all the way to his thick broad shaft.

The final deep thrust that seats Paul completely inside Carrie punches a ragged cry from her throat. She is utterly impaled. Carrie is filled beyond what she thought possible. From behind in this perfect angle Paul gets extremely deep. The feeling of Paul’s thick shaft buried to the hilt is a breathtaking overwhelming fullness that borders on pain but it's the perfect claiming kind.

Carrie can feel the coarse hair of Paul’s pelvis pressed against her juicy ass. Also the heavy weight of Paul’s huge balls resting against her skin. Carrie is stretched owned and completely still for a long shuddering moment. She grunts and speaks.

“Oh… fuck…” Carrie is breathing out. Her dark voice is trembling with the intensity of it. “There you are. All of you. I can feel your heartbeat inside me.”

Carrie presses her cheek against the cool wall. She is letting her body adjust savoring the deep aching possession. Then Carrie pushes back against Paul. It is a slow testing grind that makes them both groan.

“Now move Paul.” Carrie whispers her is voice thick with lust and a strange giddy affection. “Let him hear it. Let him hear how wet I am for you how perfectly you fit. Fuck me like you mean it Paul. I want the whole building to know who I belong to right now. I want the world to know I belong to you.”

Paul is stone hard. He loves fucking women standing up from behind. Of course the super slut Carrie is no exception. Paul starts moving his hips and starts fucking Carrie for real. Deep fabulous penetration. His huge cock head rumbles around in the deepest parts of Carrie’s delicious snatch. Right away he sets a ferocious pace.

The first deep withdrawing stroke is a sweet sharp ****. It is followed by the heavy perfect slam of Paul’s hips as he buries himself again. Carrie cries out a raw unfiltered sound that echoes off the concrete walls.

The rhythm Paul sets is relentless and deep. Each hard thrust a brutal claiming punctuation that sends shockwaves through Carrie’s entire body. She can feel the broad head of Paul’s cock grinding against her deepest most sensitive spots. It is a sensation so intense it blurs the line between pleasure and pain. It is a fabulous start and Carrie is moaning and grunting. She tells Paul.

“Yes! Just like that!” Carrie’s words are breaking apart as Paul pound into her. “God, I can feel you everywhere… pounding me… owning me…”

Carrie pushes back to meet every hard thrust. Her hips are moving in a **** matching rhythm. The wet slapping sounds of their bodies joining are obscenely loud in the quiet stairwell. The thought of the neighbor listening and imagining is a final thrilling layer to the overwhelming physical sensation. Carrie’s moans grow louder and less controlled. It is a continuous stream of pleas and curses. She continues.

“Harder! Don't you dare hold back! I want to feel you tomorrow! I want to walk out of here knowing I was fucked by the best!”

Paul is now pounding Carrie. Extremely hard thrusts and always very deep. He starts moving his hands. They slide up on Carrie’s fit flat stomach. Gorgeous physique. Her big bouncing breasts are the goals for the hands. He grabs her round globes and starts kneading them. Carrie’s huge knockers are amazing. Her big nipples stands straight out like nothing else. He is very impressed by her outstanding jugs.

Paul’s hands on Carrie’s huge breasts squeezing and kneading send another jolt of pure pleasure through her. She arches her back pushing her chest into Paul’s palms. Her big nipples are hard and sensitive against his rough skin. The combination of the deep pounding rhythm in her wet pussy and the possessive grip on her big tits is driving Carrie toward another peak fast.

“That's it… claim all of me.” Carrie pants her dark voice is shaking with each powerful thrust. “My ass, my pussy, my breasts… everything is yours right now. Fuck, I can't get enough of you Paul.”

Carrie look back over her shoulder. Her long blonde hair sticking to her sweaty forehead her expression one of raw adoring lust. “You feel incredible. I don't know how you do it but you keep getting better. Deeper. Harder. It's like you're trying to ruin me for anyone else.” Carrie sounds very happy when she speaks.

She drops her head forward again a ragged moan torn from her throat as Paul hits a spot so deep it makes her vision blur. “I'm close… so close again. Don't stop. Make me come while you're fucking me like this. I want to come all over your huge cock.”

As Paul continues to pound Carrie very hard and is kneading and squeezing her huge breasts he starts thinking her gorgeous body. She is extremely fit. Outstanding physique and it manifests itself best when Paul slams into her amazing ass. Her muscular ass cheeks are marvelous for hitting against with his crotch and thighs. Strong buttocks yet feminine and delicate. It feels awesome to hit her ass cheeks with powerful thrusts. Occasionally Carrie rubs her ass a little bit extra against Paul.

Carrie long slender legs are also working hard during the physical fuck. Carrie moans and grunts but Paul knows her well enough to feel that she still has some way to go.

Paul’s hands are everywhere. His fit body a relentless **** driving into hers. Carrie can feel her muscles straining. Her thighs are trembling as she hold herself up. Her core is tightening with each hard impact. Finally her ass is clenching with the effort of taking Paul so very deep. The sounds of their fucking are primal and loud in the empty space. Carrie knows she is being pushed to her absolute physical limit. However there is a reservoir of need burning inside of her waiting to be tapped.

“You’re… god, you’re working me so hard.” Carrie gasps out between thrusts. Her sexy is voice strained with effort and pleasure.” I can feel every muscle. You’re making me use everything I have just to take you. It’s incredible.”

Carrie pushes back against Paul with renewed ****. She is matching his pace. Her hips snapping back to meet Paul’s hard drives. The slap of skin against skin is a rapid wet rhythm now only punctuated by her increasingly ragged breathing.

Carrie huge boobs are sweaty now. That makes them feel even better. Paul starts whispering in Carrie’s ear as he pounds her devilishly hard.

“Carrie I think the guy is still standing there listening to us. Maybe you can start talking extremely dirty and put on another fabulous show for him.”

Paul’s whisper in Carrie’s ear sends a fresh thrill through her. It is mixing with the overwhelming physical sensation. She tilt her head back. Her sweaty blonde hair sticking to her neck and she raises her voice letting it echo up the stairwell.

“You hear that?” Carrie calls out her voice is loud and dripping with fake sympathy even as Paul pound into her hard. “It must be so hard for you listening to a real man fuck a real woman. Hearing how wet I am for him. Hearing how very deep he can go.”

Carrie lets out a loud theatrical moan. She is arching her back dramatically. “Oh god, Paul! Right there! Your cock is so deep, I can feel it in my throat! You fill me up so perfectly with your thick wonderful dick.” She continues to talk dirty.

Carrie then drops her dark sexy voice to a conspiratorial stage-whisper though it's still plenty loud. “He's probably never felt a woman this tight or this wet. He's probably never made a woman scream like this. Are you getting hard listening? Are you touching yourself imagining it's your cock instead of his?”

Carrie grunts as Paul hits a particularly deep spot. Her performance blending with strong genuine pleasure. “That's it, Paul! Fuck me! Claim me! Let him hear who I belong to! Let him hear what he's missing!”

Paul loves Carrie’s performance. He feels that she gets excited about it. He can also feel how close she is. He continues to pound her delicious pussy extremely hard. Carrie squeezes her strong thighs together and Paul grunts very loud as it feels fabulous for him. He himself starts to act a little. He almost screams.

“Carrie you are a true super slut. Your tight wet pussy fits my massive cock like a glove. When we continue in my apartment later this evening I will fuck you hard in your tight asshole. That is something my neighbor can only dream about.”

The combination of Paul’s words, the filthy promise of what's to come tonight, and the relentless deep pounding of his huge cock, all underscored by the thrilling awareness of our unseen audience, sends Carrie hurtling over the edge. The orgasm doesn't build it detonates. A violent convulsive wave of pleasure erupts from her core so intense it whites out her vision and steals the air from her lungs. It’s an enormous orgasm. So powerful and fantastic. Carrie is almost overwhelmed.

Carrie’s pussy clenches around Paul in frantic rhythmic spasms. She is milking Paul’s impressive length as a raw shattered scream tears from her throat. It is echoing wildly in the concrete chamber. Carrie’s tight pussy gets much tighter during her climax.

For several seconds Carrie is nothing but a sensation. The blinding pleasure and the brutal fullness of Paul together with the sound of her voice bouncing off the walls. As the first catastrophic wave begins to recede leaving her fit body trembling and slick with sweat a deeper more primal hunger surges up to take its place. It's an ache that the climax didn't touch. It is a **** empty need that only Paul can fill again.

“Don't you dare stop!” Carrie screams. Her voice is hoarse and broken. Carrie pushes back against Paul with a frantic animalistic urgency. Her sharp nails are scraping against the concrete wall.” I'm not done! I need more! Fuck me, Paul, please! I'm in heat for you! I need to come again! Harder!”

During Carrie’s fabulous orgasm Paul takes advantage of her super tight pussy. He pounds her even harder. Her pussy has Paul’s massive cock in a wonderful vise. Paul gets wild with lust. He must make Carrie his. This outstanding slut is an incredible lover and she has realized that she needs to continue moving regardless of the fact that she gets a violent orgasm. Paul must fuck her subtracting pussy during her orgasm. That precious moment is his favorite time.

Carrie can feel Paul using her climax against her. Her viscous thrusts becoming even more brutal and purposeful as her body convulses around him. The overstimulation is blinding. It is a dizzying cocktail of agony and ecstasy that pushes Carrie toward a third peak almost immediately. Carrie is sobbing now. Her cries a mixture of pleasure and sheer **** need.

“Yes! Use me Paul! Fuck me through it! Don't let me come down! I want to stay here… on the edge… forever!”

Carrie’s long legs are shaking violently and threatening to give out. But Carrie locks her knees determined to take everything Paul is giving her. She can feel another orgasm coiling. It is even tighter even hotter than the second fed by the relentless punishing rhythm of Paul’s hips. Carrie is moaning like never before. She continues to speak.

“You promised me to take my ass tonight.” Carrie grunts the words barely coherent. “But right now… god, right now I never want you to leave my pussy. I want you to live here. I want to feel you forever. I am addicted to your huge dick.”

Carrie reaches a hand back. She is blindly fumbling until she finds Paul’s hip. Her fingers are digging into his skin trying to pull him even deeper with each thrust. “Give it to me… give me everything… I want to feel you come inside me while I'm coming again. I want to be marked. I want to be yours.”

Spurred on by Carrie’s fantastic compliments Paul tries to get deeper. Carrie arches her body and is able to rise her fabulous ass. Paul now gets deeper. His huge cock head starts hitting Carrie’s cervix. Tremendous feeling. He starts to get very possessive of Carrie. He must make her his sex toy. He drives his massive pole in and out with a frequency that is ridiculous. He almost always now hits her deepest parts. Her cervix is under constant attack. This is fucking.

The sudden shocking impact against Carrie’s cervix makes her cry out. It is a sharp, guttural sound of pure overwhelming sensation. It’s a deep internal bruising that borders on pain but it ignites a fire in her belly that’s even hotter than before. Paul has found a new depth a new way to claim Carrie. Paul’s possessive and frantic rhythm is obliterating every thought in Carrie’s mind. She is under constant pressure.

Carrie’s body is no longer her own. It’s a vessel for Paul’s pleasure. A sex toy being used with a ferocity that leaves her breathless and sobbing. Carrie can’t form words anymore only raw open-mouthed gasps and choked moans that echo with every brutal thrust. Carrie’s hand falls away from Paul’s hip. Her arm is going limp as she surrender completely. Her forehead is pressed hard against the cool wall.

The third orgasm doesn’t crest it detonates from that deep assaulted place inside her. It’s a silent seismic event at first. Her entire body is seizing. Her wet cunt clamping down on Paul in a series of violent rhythmic spasms that feels like they’re tearing her apart from the inside. Then the sound returns. It is a long ragged scream that rips from her throat. It is filled with every ounce of pleasure, pain and surrender Carrie possess.

Carrie collapses forward. Her arms giving out. Her upper body slumping against the wall held up only by Paul’s firm grip on her huge boobs and the relentless driving **** of his body. Carrie is utterly broken and remade but she doesn’t stop moving her hips. She keeps going. Her vision is swimming. Her entire world is narrowed to the feeling of Paul pistoning into her deepest most **** core.

In the haze one coherent thought forms. It’s not a fantasy or a dirty promise. It’s a simple terrifying truth.

“I’m yours Paul.” Carrie whimpers the words a broken whisper lost in the sound of skin on skin. “I’m yours.”

Even though Carrie is collapsing she is able to continue moving her hips. She understands Paul’s desire better than anyone else. She encourages him with her body to continue. Carrie might even need more the situation is still unclear for Paul. He is manhandling her huge breasts now. His crotch continues to slam into her muscular derrière. Most importantly he continues to hit her cervix over and over again.

Even in her collapse Carrie’s body remembers the rhythm. Her hips move in a weak instinctive roll back against Paul meeting each punishing thrust. The constant deep impact against her cervix is a blinding white-hot core of sensation that holds Carrie suspended between agony and ecstasy. Paul’s hands on her big breasts are the only anchor she has left.

Carrie can't form encouragement only a continuous breathless moan that rises and falls with Paul’s pace. But Carrie’s body is speaking for her. The way she pushes back and the way her inner muscles flutter and cling to Paul even as Carrie is being pounded into oblivion. Carrie needs this. She needs Paul to use her until there's nothing left. Carrie needs to be emptied and filled and emptied again until she forgets her name and only knows Paul’s

Her eyes are squeezed shut. Tears are streaking through the sweat on her cheeks. Carrie is a mess of sensation. She is a creature of pure need and Paul is the only thing holding her together.

Paul is close now. He has a fabulous feeling in his massive dick. Carrie is a mess but she fights on with her enormous sexual willpower. Paul thinks and hopes he can make Carrie come one more time. He wishes he could have the mini bullet. But he uses one hand to start rubbing her swollen sensitive clit.

Paul’s thumb finds Carrie’s swollen hypersensitive clit and a jolt of pure electricity shoots straight up her spine. She jerks against the wall. A broken gasping cry tearing from her throat. The overstimulation is almost too much. The deep brutal pounding inside Carrie combined with the sharp focused friction on her clit is a sensory overload that pushes her right back to the edge.

“Oh god, yes… right there… don't stop… “ Carrie sobs her words slurred and ****. Her hips stutter in their rhythm. Carrie’s fit body is seizing under the dual ****. She can feel another orgasm building. Not from a deep internal place this time. But as a sharp tightening coil right where Paul’s thumb is working Carrie. It's going to be a different kind of climax. Probably brighter, sharper and utterly devastating.

“Make me come… please… I want to come for you one more time… I want to feel you fill me up while I'm screaming your name…” Carrie is pleading with Paul.

Paul finds one of Carrie’s sweet spot on her over sensitive clitoris. She grunts deeply as she is hit with another sensational feeling. Paul pounds her tight snatch devilishly hard. He now hits her cervix every single time. Paul is close. Real close. His huge balls are loaded and ready for action. Paul is just waiting for Carrie to explode again and take advantage of her clamping pussy. She is close. It can’t be long now.

Paul’s thumb finds that perfect maddening rhythm on Carrie’s clit. His deep constant battering against her cervix becomes a white-hot counterpoint. The two sensations collide fuse and ignite. Her fourth orgasm of the evening hits Carrie like a freight train.

It is not a wave but a shattering explosion of pure undiluted sensation that blasts through every nerve ending. Another enormous orgasm hits Carrie. It feels like she can’t really comprehend what she is feeling. She is overwhelmed by the powerful fantastic climax. It feels so much that it is hard to fully understand.

Her body locks up. A rigid arching line against the wall and the scream that rips from Carrie is raw and primal echoing wildly in the stairwell. Carrie’s pussy clenches around Paul’s huge cock in frantic vice-like spasms. She is milking his impressive length with a **** rhythmic intensity.

Through the blinding haze Carrie feels Paul’s climax begin. The sudden fierce tightening in his hips and the deeper guttural groan from his chest. It triggers something even more feral in Carrie. Carrie pushes back against Paul with the last of her strength. Her hips grinding in a frantic circular motion wanting to take every last drop. Carrie wants to feel Paul erupt inside her while she is still convulsing around him.

As the last tremors of Carrie’s pleasure begin to fade leaving her boneless and utterly spent she feels the hot pulsing rush of Paul release filling her. “Carrie.” Paul screams out extremely loudly as he gets a tremendous orgasm. His massive cock starts pumping out sperm straight in to the clenching pussy. Paul spray paints Carrie’s pussy walks. In wave after wave he pumps out semen. He never stops. Enormous amounts of sperm are being pressed into the snatch. Paul floods Carrie’s pussy and it feels so good.

It's the final perfect claiming. A low satisfied moan escapes Carrie’s lips as she slumps forward completely. Her fit body held up only by Paul’s grip and the wall. As Paul continues to come he squeezes her huge breasts over and over again. Carrie loves it.

For a long moment there is only the sound of their ragged breathing and the wet intimate sound of Paul still slowly pumping into Carrie’s oversensitive dripping pussy. She turns her head. Her cheek is pressed against the cool concrete and look back at Paul through half-lidded eyes.

“You… you ruined me Paul.” Carrie whisper her dark voice is hoarse and wrecked. But a soft dazed smile touches her lips. “In the best possible way.”

Paul needs a long time to recuperate. He is very exhausted from the physical fuck. He is thinking about how fantastic it is to fuck Carrie. How can she take such a hard beating and still always want more? He changes his grip on her sweaty big knockers. Just holding them slightly. He wants to tell Carrie something about his enormous experience but he can’t find the words right now.

Carrie feels Paul’s grip soften on her big breasts. His thumbs making slow absent circles on her sweat-slicked skin. Paul’s heavy breaths against her back is as familiar to Carrie now as her own heartbeat. Carrie can feel Paul still buried deep inside her. And she doesn’t want him to move not yet.

“No words are needed Paul.” Carrie murmurs her voice is a raw affectionate rasp. “I can feel it. I can feel how much you loved it. How much you love this.”

Carrie shifts slightly a wince and a sigh mixing as her oversensitive body protests the movement. She rests her forehead back against the wall a tired happy smile on her face.

“You know…” Carrie continues softly. “for a gentleman you have a real talent for turning a girl into a complete mess in a public stairwell. I think I'm in love with that part of you.”

Paul kisses Carrie’s neck. He gets cheek to cheek with her and they cherish the tender moment. He tells her.

“Carrie I think your performance was Oscar worthy. You have to admit that fucking in the Stairwell turned you on immensely. Don’t worry I felt your enormous genuine pleasure. You are not that good of an actress. But maybe we should fuck here again another day? I wouldn’t mind a repeat.”

Carrie leans into Paul’s kiss on her neck. A shiver running through her that has nothing to do with the cool air. Paul’s cheek against hers feels intimate and grounding after the storm he just put her through. She starts speaking after a while.

“An Oscar, huh? I'll take it. But you're right. The idea of someone listening it did something to me. It always does with you. You know exactly which buttons to push.”

Carrie lets out a soft breathless laugh. She is turning her head just enough to brush her lips against Paul’s jaw. She continues.

“And yes. We are absolutely fucking here again. Maybe next time we'll do it on the actual stairs. Or immediately on the first floor against the wall. I'm adding 'every square inch of this building' to my bucket list.”

Carrie finally but reluctantly pushes herself upright wincing as Paul slip out of her. Carrie turn to face Paul leaning back against the wall for support. Her clothes are in a heap on the floor down at the high table and she is a glorious sweaty and well-fucked mess. She reaches out and runs a finger down Paul’s manly chest.

“But for now, handsome I believe you have an apartment upstairs. And I believe we have a shower to share. And then… a bed to christen before. Unless you need a longer recovery time?” Carrie speaks. Her last words are in jest. She knows Paul well enough by now to know that after a shower he will perform fantastic again.

Paul grabs one of Carrie’s hands. He walks them down the stairs to the high table and all their clothes are lying on the floor. He stops at the door where the neighbor might have watched. He hopes that Carrie will understand his whole setup. He tells Carrie. “Look carefully at the door. Do you notice anything different.”

Carrie lets Paul lead her by the hand. Her long slender legs are still a bit unsteady. She follow his gaze to the door. Her mind is still buzzing with the thrill of their performance. Carrie squints looking for a peephole a shadow or anything. Carrie’s heart is still pounding with the residual excitement of being watched. She begins to speak.

“I don't… wait.” Carrie’s brow furrows. She leans in closer. The her blue eyes go wide. Carrie suddenly sees it. The thick layer of dust on the handle. The intricate undisturbed spiderweb stretching across the top corner of the door frame glinting in the dim light. It’s ancient. Her mouth drops open.

“No. Way.”

Carrie stares at it for a full ten seconds completely silent. Then she bursts out laughing. A very loud genuine sound that bounces off the walls. Carrie leans her forehead against Paul’s shoulder. Her whole body is shaking with mirth. She continues.

“You bastard. You absolute fucking bastard. There was never anyone there. You let me put on that whole show for a spider?”

Carrie straightens up. She is wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. A huge incredulous grin spreading across her beautiful face. She swats at Paul’s arm playfully.

“You know what? That’s even hotter. You orchestrated the whole thing. You knew exactly what would get me going. You made me scream for an empty apartment.”

Carrie shakes her head. She is still grinning and she starts gathering her clothes from the floor. She step into her jeans moving with a sore satisfied slowness.

“Alright mastermind. The shower. Now. And you better have good water pressure. I need you to wash every bit of this stairwell off me… so you can get me dirty all over again in your bed.” Carrie sounds very pleased and she loves Paul’s little setup.

Paul looks at Carrie. He puts on his shirt and tells her.

“For the record. There is one old lady living in this stairwell. She is 85 years old and needs help to walk. She doesn’t use these stairs. She has two entrances. Glad you took my little charade the right way Carrie. I think I am figuring you out. I am starting to have a hunch what turns you on. Well more than my huge dick. “

Carrie pauses one leg in her jeans and she looks over at Paul. Her grin is softening into something more thoughtful more intimate. She finishes pulling her black jeans up and fasten them then walks over to Paul closing the small distance between them.

“You're not just figuring me out, Paul. You're building me. Every time we're together, you find a new piece of the puzzle. A new way to make me feel… more alive than anyone else ever has.”

Carrie reaches up and gently brush a strand of Paul’s hair back from his forehead her expression sincere and warm. She continues.

“That old lady better have her hearing aid turned off. Because what you do to me… it isn't quiet. And it's all yours.”

She grabs her white blouse and pull it over her head. The Carrie scoops up her heels from the floor. She holds them in one hand and offering Paul her other.

“Now, come on. Shower. Then bed. I want to see if your hunches hold up in a more… traditional setting. I have a feeling they will.” Carrie sounds pleased and ready for the next round. Paul has a lot of interesting ideas planned. Maybe Carrie will role play as his favorite Playboy Playmate. Her resemblance is uncanny. Paul gets very excited.