Ramya: I take control of my audition (cowgirl)

I just surrendered my virginity to Raj's hulk of a henchman, bent over like a bitch in heat while he ruthlessly broke me in from behind. My pussy is ripped open and throbs from the brutal pounding. But I'm not done. Not even close. If I want to become Raj's wife, I need to prove I can do more than just take a cock. I need to own one. To ride it like the confident, insatiable slut he deserves in his bed every night.

My towering Jason Momoa clone with rippling muscles, dark waves of hair, and a cock like a goddamn battering ram lies back on the dais, chest heaving, his massive shaft glistening with my virgin blood and juices. I squat down with powerful thighs sculpted from years of CrossFit. One hand braces on his chiseled abs while the other grips his thick, veiny base, guiding that monstrous head back to my freshly deflowered cunt.

"So huge," I moan deeply as I sink down, inch by throbbing inch. The stretch is still obscene, with my inner walls fluttering and clenching greedily around the invasion. Every ridge and vein drags along my sensitive flesh, sending sparks of raw pleasure shooting up my spine. I do not stop until my ass settles against his thighs, his cock buried to the hilt, kissing the deepest parts of me that no one else will touch.

Once seated, I plant my knees firmly beside his hips and begin to move. Slowly at first, rolling my hips in deep, sensual circles, grinding my swollen clit against his pubic bone with every downward stroke. My heavy, dangling breasts with their dark, stiff nipples pointing down bounce heavily with the motion, swaying hypnotically against my ribs. Aquaman's eyes devour me, and it makes my pussy gush hotter around him. I lock eyes with him, loving the raw hunger and awe on his rugged face.

I pick up the pace, showing off my athleticism with fast, straight up and down strokes that match his pounding from before. My ass ripples with the effort, and my tits jump chaotically as I slam into his quads at the bottom. The wet, obscene sounds of my soaked cunt sliding up and down his shaft fill the room: slick, squelching, filthy.

Then I recognize the mistake. Faster isn't better. At least not yet. I slow to a teasing rhythm. I grind my hips, moving in small circles as I go up and down, dragging my clit against his pubic bone at the end while the head nestles deep in my core. It feels amazing. He gives me a subtle nod, then his big hands leave my waist and cup my swaying breasts, thumbs flicking my sensitive nipples until I whimper. I plant my palms on his rock-hard chest, feeling his heart thunder beneath my fingers, and lean in.

Our mouths crash together in a hungry, sloppy kiss. I shove my tongue into his mouth, tasting him as he devours me right back. My right breast spills out to the side, the nipple lewdly hanging to his ribs while the left one cushions my chest against him. I lift my chest and adjust my heavy tits to be centered on him, my nipples dragging over his skin while I rock my hips in short, grinding thrusts. I keep him buried deep, stirring my insides, dragging my clit relentlessly. The kiss grows messier, wetter, our moans vibrating into each other's throats.

I break away with a gasp, sitting fully upright to show off my height and every curve of my strong body. I turn my head, locking eyes with the billionaire watching from his throne, my hair cascading over one shoulder.

"Like this, husband?" I gasp breathlessly, rolling my hips in a figure-eight that makes Aquaman's cock twitch violently inside me. "Is this how you want your wife to fuck you?"

Raj’s eyes are locked on me, dark with lust. “Yes,” he growls. “Just like that. Show me how well you can fuck.”

I've already shown I can suck dick like a pro even though I'm a virgin. Maybe I can fuck like one, too. I grin wickedly and clench. All those secret Kegel sessions pay off as my trained pussy grips him like a velvet fist. I grip his cock tightly as I slide up and down, squeezing him with my trained pussy muscles. I contract in a slow, fluttering rhythm, clenching strong behind his swollen head on the way down, then relaxing and opening on the way up, milking him like a skilled lover rather than the virgin he just popped. I can see in his eyes that whatever I’m doing is driving him wild. His cock throbs and twitches inside me, the thick veins pulsing against my fluttering walls.

"Fuck… you're incredible," Aquaman groans beneath me, his fingers digging bruises into my hips. "So fucking tight. This candidate's milking my dick on purpose. She's gonna make me blow."

I can come again if I want. The orgasm is right there, waiting for me to trigger it. I stay right on the edge, skillfully holding myself there while focusing solely on his pleasure.

I arch an eyebrow at Raj and accelerate, fucking the sensitive front half of that massive cock with rapid, shallow strokes while my inner muscles work him relentlessly. I use everything I've learned by fellating dozens of men and translate that to using my pussy. Every movement is calculated to destroy him by squeezing and fluttering right behind the fat head. The musky scent of sex thick in the air, and I'm sweating. I've almost got him, and I know it. I milk him steadily, every movement designed to make him finish. "Come for me," I demand, voice dripping with filthy need.

Raj’s voice cuts in, urgent. “Pull out. Finish on her.”

I lift off with a wet pop, my gaping, twitching cunt hovering over his belly. With a deep, guttural groan, he erupts. Semen shoots up and soaks my ass and lower back, and as I arch my back dramatically, globs spray across my pussy lips and the gaping hole. The sticky warmth marks me, filthy and possessive, sliding down my thighs as I pant, glowing with triumph.

I stay there for a moment, cum dripping from my body, my pussy still gaping and twitching from the intense fucking. I look up at Raj with a small, satisfied smile, my body sore but buzzing with pride.

Then White Guy is climbing up the dais, frantically gripping the front of his cock. "I'm going to come!" he groans.

I do not hesitate. I turn toward him, tilting my face up and opening my mouth like the perfect cum-hungry wife-to-be.

White Guy ejaculates all over my face and breasts. By the time he finishes, I have one generous dollop on my tongue, one in the back of my mouth, and the rest coats my face and chin, with a decent amount sliding down my breast until it wavers on my left nipple.

I bring my tongue in and swallow part of his load with an audible gulp, eyes never leaving Raj, my face and body glistening with the evidence of my submission and power.