She pushes you to the floor

Just mere seconds after cumming your brains out, you’re helpless to fight back as the Groundskeeper shoves you to the floor of the shower. You’re lying on your back, facing the Groundskeeper as you struggle to get up off the wet floor. She looks down at your flaccid, cum soaked cock and grins from ear to ear.

She takes a couple steps forward and stands over you like a lion would its prey. She squats down low, teasing her entrance against your limp penis as it rests against your stomach. You reach down to cover your soft shame, but the Groundskeeper quickly grabs both of your wrists before pinning your arms down.

“W-What are you doing?” You reply with blurred vision and a heart beating out of your chest. You can barely make out her nude body and bountiful chest.

“We’re going to have so much fun tonight, Mr. McCoy.” She says in a soft whisper before leaning in for a kiss.

Immediately your lips are enveloped by her own, tasting your cum in her mouth as her tongue wrestles with your own. You try to fight back, but instead melt into her embrace as she pins you to the ground. You feel her massive chest squeezing against your body, your heart beating in tandem with hers. Your struggle turns into idle stillness as you let the dark skinned goddess take control.

The passionate kiss you find yourself in is unrelenting as she explores every inch of your oral cavity. Meanwhile, you feel her hips rocking back and forth against the length of your shaft, slowly awakening your cock from its slumber until it’s at full mast once again.

As your rock hard cock twitches against the Groundskeepers stomach, she finally relents her oral barrage, sitting up and letting go of your arms. You look up as your vision finally focuses, seeing this beautiful woman, soaked from head to toe as she sits on top of you. She grabs your cock and strokes it slowly, forcing out a soft moan as her fingers gently tease your begging shaft.

“You ready, Naked Man?”

You give a hesitant nod, unsure what the rest of the night entails for you.

She lifts her hips and grabs your cock, guiding it to her moist folds. Slowly, your cock penetrates her warm womanhood, enveloping every inch of your enlarged member. You can hardly contain yourself as you feel the tip of your cock graze the entrance to her womb. The Groundskeeper herself is trembling above you, either in excitement, pain, or a mixture of both as your shaft throbs against her cervix.

“MmmMmMmmMmmMMm~” She lets out a low, mumbled moan, rocking back and forth with your dick inside her. “It’s a-a lot bigger than I imagined…” She places her hand against her lower stomach. “I can feel every inch of you, Naked Man!”

The Groundskeeper then leans forward, grabbing your wrists as she pins you to the floor once again. You don’t even try to break free, as it’s hardly worth the effort, especially when your cock is inside her. Instead, you lay there, staring blankly at her tits as they dangle above you. If you could, you’d longer forward and begin sucking them like a calf would suckle on their mother’s utters.

As you disassociate, The Groundskeeper starts moving her hips up and down, bounce on your cock in a slow rhythm. Feeling your dick rubbing against her insides almost drives you mad, helpless to even move as she uses you like a flesh dildo. All you can do is enjoy the buzz of pleasure and the view in front of you.

“Your cock is so big! I’m surprised it fits, Mr. McCoy!” She exclaims, pounding her hips aggressively as your cock slips in and out of her pussy. You remain quiet outside of the occasional moan and low grunt, too focused on the pleasure to think.

She hastens her pace immediately. Her ass cheeks slam against your bare thighs so hard you swear they feel like bruising. She leans closer to you, hugging her tits against your chest as she bounces faster and harder on your cock. The pleasure and slight pain is barely enough to handle as your eyes roll back as for as they can. Your toes curl in so hard they’ve turned pale white.

“Your cock is so good, Naked Man! You’re going to spoil me with how good it feels inside me!” She exclaims between hot breaths and loud moans.

P-P-Please stop! I-I’m going to…” You try to find the words, but your mind is too flooded with ecstasy, and your voice hardly pierces through the cacophony of moans and her hips slamming against your own.

“I’m going to cum too, Mr. McCoy! We need to d-do it together!” Her eyes were frenzied as she looks down at you, almost star struck as pleasure takes over her mind.

Repeatedly smashing her hips against your pelvis, chanting your name in a screeching tone, The Groundskeeper uses every centimeter of manhood to fill her insides. You feel like an object, not just objectified, but an actual object for her own lust. You feel nothing but pleasure, as your mind is reduced to that of a simple organism, an organism driven by carnal desires.

“I’m gonna… gonna… gonna…” You try to warn her, but it was too late.

As you speak, you feel the peak of your pleasure descending down the mountain of lust. And just as you begin to cum, The Groundskeeper herself slams down hard against your cock, shaking violently as her orgasm hits! Your moans mix together like sugar and water until you could hardly tell who’s apart. Each surge of pleasure follows a burst of cum shot inside the black goddess, filling her womanhood with white, sticky cream until it started spurting out of her lips and onto the base of your shaft.

Several seconds of bliss go before your biological tanks run try. The Groundskeeper falls on you, mumbling to herself as her orgasm wanes. You lay there motionless as your rapidly softening cock remains inside her semen filled insides. The warm shared between you and her could boil the water showing over you, but said water is the only thing keeping you lucid enough to not fall asleep on the hard tiled floor.

“That was great, Naked Man…” She whispers. “You really know how to pleasure a woman.”

She rolls over onto her side, letting your cock slip out of her. She reaches down to her pussy and sticks two fingers inside, letting her digits be coated in your sticky fluids. If it wasn’t alluring enough, she takes them out and starts licking them like an ice cream bar. She effortlessly licks them clean, both shocking and turning you on.

“I just can’t get enough of you, Mr. McCoy! I’m still starving…”

“W-What? I-I can’t go do it a third time!” You reply, regaining a fraction of your strength as you sit up. Your cock is still flaccid, and you fear going again would completely drain you of both energy and your special fluids.

“You don’t understand, Mr. McCoy, we’re not stopping till I’m stuffed!”