Ania gets Mindfucked

Ania

Ania couldn’t have been more grateful that Alkim ran out of condoms. He was a good enough lay with the wrapper on, and that he was even capable of a second round after painting her entire face and torso in his seed was a testament to his incredible virility.

But his performance in latex felt little better than riding a warm dildo, and it couldn't compare at all with the mind-numbing pleasure she’d received from his unreasonably talented tongue. Even the (normally) one-sided act of blowing him had brought her more pleasure.

When the first condom broke, she experienced a sudden rush of energy, something even greater than his tongue in her pussy. Then the second condom broke, and she felt it again, but he cruelly stopped her from getting any more.

Ania never intended to go this far, but every fiber of her being was screaming at her to take him raw, untamed, uncut. Of course, God must have seen the sins she’d committed, and the sins she wanted to commit. Yet, instead of punishing her for infidelity, the Lord saw fit to reward her.

Once is coincidence… twice is happenstance… thrice is providence… God wants me to fuck this young man!

That third condom breaking was the surest sign she’d ever received in all her thirty-nine years. Once Alkim agreed to forgo additional protection, Ania leapt at the chance.

Her choice had been validated the instant she’d sheathed his full, uncovered prick into her cunt.

It wasn't just the size that got her—impressive as it was—but some inexplicable quality that instantly set her to screaming, that made her feel more than she'd thought humanly possible.

His cock pulsed with life, with indescribable power. Every inch of that cock; every fold, every wrinkle, every vein; Ania felt them all being permanently imprinted into the walls of her pussy, molded by the shape of Alkim’s otherworldly dick into his ideal love-tunnel.

He was fucking her so deeply, more than half again as far inside as her worthless old husband, exploring as-yet untouched parts of her pussy. It went far beyond mere pleasure. Ania felt as though she was losing her virginity all over again, only this second go around was infinitely more fulfilling than the first.

Ania moaned, deeply, and shamelessly from both the sensation of fullness, and the dull pain of having her cervix punched so savagely. Then his cock twitched, and she received a strange burst of energy. It seeped in through her overstimulated pussy, like a balm that both soothed and excited her inner walls. All the pain evaporated in an instant, leaving only pleasure. Her body responded instinctively, bouncing on the stud ever faster, ever higher, maximizing her pleasure from each rebound on that wondrous cock.

Ania never imagined sex could be like this; not even her wildest, peak-ovulation, horned-up dreams could she have imagined feeling even ten percent of this, imagined the depths to which her body craved him, imagined how totally he could occupy her mind and body.

Alkim wasn’t just inside her, underneath her, between her legs, or clutching at her waist: he was everywhere, he became everything. Her mouth still tasted like his cum, her skin still vibrated where he’d spanked her, even the very air she breathed was thick with his scent. Every motion, every flick of her tongue, every breath she took only grew her lust and infatuation for this remarkable young man.

She came repeatedly as she rode him, yet her body never slowed, and neither did her mind. She just kept on fucking him through orgasm after orgasm, experiencing more pleasure in two minutes than she’d gotten in two decades.

This stud was ravishing her better than any other man, all without even lifting a finger. But Alkim seemed eager to prove he wasn’t a passive lover.

“Faster!” He ordered, smacking her ass with both hands.

“Ah!” Ania wasn’t sure she had it in her to move any quicker, yet her body had no such doubts. Her legs obeyed Alkim, even while her mind was still too overwhelmed with pleasure to keep up, crashing down on that cock just as he bucked up to meet her halfway.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried out between gasps.

“Are you impressed now?” he asked with a knowing smirk as he pushed up into her.

“YEe-EEssSS!” she admitted, voice quavering as she bounced atop him. Her mind reeled with every buck of his hips: Ania was beyond impressed.

“You like this dick?”

“I looOOOve iiitT!” she wailed.

“Is this the best dicking of your life?”

“YES! It’s perfect! You’re perfect!”

“You want more?”

“OH GOD! YES! YES! YES!” Ania nodded furiously until she was blinded by her own hair.

Alkim just laughed, brushed the loose strands out her face, gathered them into a makeshift ponytail, and pulled her head back until she was screaming up at the ceiling. His off hand cracked against her left glute, and he leaned up to whisper in her ear “How badly do you want it?”

“SoOoO badlyyYYEE!” Before she could finish answering, his mouth clamped down on her right nipple. The surprise attack on her tit threw her over the edge once again, and she came immediately around his thrusting cock.

Suddenly, Alkim grabbed a hold of her waist, pulled her down, and rolled over her until they were face to face, breast to pec, with him firmly on top, his limbs holding hers tightly together. She tried to move, to get some friction going, but his muscular body locked her down completely.

“Ugh! What? Are you doingggg?” Ania whined, grinding her pussy against him in horny futility.

“Exchanging goods and services,” he answered smugly, then spanked her right ass cheek, proving he could still freely handle her body. “Now, what are you willing to trade for the rest of this dicking?”

He’d taken advantage of her pleasure-addled mind to gain the upper hand over her, literally, using his hands and weight to pin her down. At the same time, his cock was still filling her up, ratcheting her libido up like crazy. Without room to move, she couldn’t get off.

Ania should have been beyond furious, demanded to know who the fuck he thought he was denying her anything. Instead, Ania found that combination of sheer audacity and ruthlessness unbelievably sexy. She loved seeing an expert negotiator exploiting the perfect weakness. The fact that it was her weakness he was exploiting did little to dampen her respect for the craft.

God, it’s like I’m getting fucked on Shark Tank…

“What do you want from me?” she asked, rocking her body as much as she could manage in this position, subtly grinding her clit against the base of his cock.

Alkim tapped a finger against his chin, as though he hadn’t already known what to ask for. “Well, to start, I want this pussy.”

“Oh yes!” She agreed eagerly, attempting to grind out another orgasm. “Just let me give it to you now!”

“But I already have it now.” He flexed his rock-hard shaft inside her, causing Ania’s breath to hitch. “I want exclusive rights-” He pulled back a couple inches and savagely thrust back into her, smacking his pendulous balls against her thighs while her pussy clamped down for dear life, not wanting to let him back out again. “-in perpetuity.”

Ania gasped at the sudden spike of pleasure, then caved, “Yes! It’s yours!” She slammed the back of her head on the soft mattress, repeating her new mantra, “Only yours! Your pussy! Your pussy! Your pusSSYYYY!”

He raised an eyebrow. “And you won’t fuck anyone else?”

She shook her head. “Never! I don’t want anyone else! I only want youuuu!”

Her first capitulation earned her another spank, another jet of precum against her cervix, and another burst of dopamine in her brain. Though her mind was practically numb with pleasure, she still listened attentively to his voice. Every word of his seemed to hang in the air, to play on loop, before it was engraved into her brain.

“I want this pussy!”

“Good girl.” He crooned while brushing her hair. “I want this house too.”

“OooOH! So greedy… Ngh! H-how much can you pay?”

Alkim flashed a smug grin, “In dollars? Not much,” he admitted, then pulled halfway out of her tight cunt, “but I can pay with this.” Then, he impaled her again, and again, until Ania screamed and shook in tightly restrained bliss. The powerful stud waited for her eyes to refocus on his face before he asked, “How much is that worth to you?”

Ania took a moment to regain her breath before throwing out the first figure that came to mind. “I’ll take two thousand a month off the rent.”

His forehead wrinkled, “Seriously? That’s all? You just signed over your fucking cunt, how can you be so much stingier with the rent?”

“Hey! This listing is worth at least seven thousand a month! Five thousand is a steal!”

He rolled his eyes, “Please, be serious. I know girls who charge that much for just two nights in a hotel room, and none of them can deliver a fraction of what I just gave to you for free.”

Ania was about to ask just how exactly he knew the going rates for high-end prostitutes, but he cut her off with another burst of mind-numbing thrusts that left Ania panting with need, thus proving his point quite definitively.

“Now, try again… unless you want me to find a new landlady?”

Fuuuck… how is this even hotter than the sex? “Three thousand?”

This time he captured her lips and **** his tongue into her mouth while simultaneously forcing his cock into her pussy. Locked together like this, Ania’s moans had nowhere to go but straight to this stud’s ears, leaving no doubt as to how little negotiating power she had left.

Still, Ania wasn’t ready for this dance to end.

“Four thousand!” she mumbled, batting at his talented tongue. “Five thousand!”

He shook his head and pulled out. Ania couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t bear to lose out on this dicking.

“FINE! YOU WIN! NO RENT!!!”

She folded and was rewarded with a full minute of Olympian-grade pistoning that made her eyes water and left her drooling like an imbecile. When that finally slowed, Ania registered him watching her blissed-out expression fade. She was mildly embarrassed at the drool on her chin, but much more embarrassed to have given up the house without much of a fight.

God, what would my realtors think? I must get some concessions from him before my window closes…

She wiped her mouth with her fist, and played her last, **** card.

“Final offer: I’ll eat all the rent payments, but you still pay utilities.”

Alkim slowly eased himself off Ania’s body, freeing up her arms and legs, but he kept her effectively pinned in place with two strong hands around her waist and his cock in her pussy.

Finally, he smiled and nodded. “I can work with that.”

“Mmmmm…” Ania began rolling her hips up and down, relishing what little motion he permitted. “I have another condition.”

Alkim idly traced a finger up her abdomen, and between her breasts, “Name it.”

Here it goes…

“No more condoms! I want it like this! I want it raw! Once-No! Twice a week!”

She had to try. With the condom on he was a good fuck. Without that barrier, he was incomparable, invaluable, the very definition of priceless.

He considered that agonizingly long moment. Judging by the pulsing of the stiff cock inside her, he seemed to like his idea. But then, the young man let go of her waist, and pulled out of her with a loud, wet “pop!” leaving a whimpering Ania sprawled out on the mattress.

She was near to tears from his sudden exit, but instead of getting dressed and leaving, he just repositioned further up the bed, settling with his back against the headboard, and one open hand extended towards her.

“Deal?”

Ania crawled over and shook that hand without hesitation, “Deal!” She even loved the feeling of his damp, warm, strong fingers squeezing her hand. He smiled, keeping his powerful grip over her hand as he pulled her into a hot, wet kiss that sent waves of pleasure down her spine, and Ania knew she’d made the right choice.

I could have given him ten houses and still come out ahead!

He stopped kissing her and switched to casually pawing at her shapely rear. “Well, now that we have an agreement, why don’t you get back on top? I wanna see your face when I meet that condition of yours.”

“Deal!”

Unable to contain her excitement any longer, Ania hurriedly climbed over him, squatted over his cock, and lowered herself onto that towering bitch-tamer. She shuddered with each inch taken, each squeeze from her pussy like a lover’s kiss, welcoming him home.

She savored the return of that perfect dick for a good, long moment, before Alkim’s hands took a possessive hold over her hips and began guiding her up and down. She bounced on it exactly as instructed, ignoring the sweat trickling into her eyes, the growing aches in her thighs, and the tender skin where he’d spanked her ass one too many times.

Ania was chasing her creamy reward and would accept no delays. She felt his breathing quicken and his cock twitching inside her, while his skin took on an almost feverish heat, glistening with beads of fresh sweat. She took it all to mean he was nearing the end and tried bouncing on that cock even faster.

Her instincts proved correct.

“Oh, fuck! Here it comes!” Alkim clenched his teeth, pulled Ania all the way down, and held her still while his cock twitched and pulsed and unloaded his molten, white-hot cum into Ania’s unguarded cunt.

“YESSSSS!”

Her pussy clutched that erupting cock like it wanted to permanently fuse the pair into a beast with two backs. Every fiber of her being yearned for each and every drop to stay within, yet his load was far too voluminous for her to contain. Within seconds, he’d packed so much seed into her pussy that the excess began pouring out of her with each pulse of his rock-hard cock.

Dear God! It’s like a hose!

This raw seeding had filled her with more pleasure than any other single act in her entire life. Ania’s experience was utterly transcendent, pure ecstasy, and Alkim was still firing away inside her.

Ooooohhh myyyy! How long can he keep this up?

She had no way of telling. Time slowed down, and all her senses shifted, subtly at first, and then dramatically into new patterns of detection. Lights flickered, the air turned thick and hazy, while tiny shapes in the headboard’s woodgrain began to warp and fold before her eyes. Then her vision went white, and she fell forward into the arms of her impossibly virile stud.

He held her steady, bracing her against his chest as his hips kept bucking into her, depositing even more of that heavenly seed into her pussy. The thump-thumping of his heart bounced through her like she was hugging a concert speaker, while his orgasmic grunts touched her more deeply than any love song.

Though the eyes on Ania’s face were shut, her mind’s eye was wide open. Through it, she saw her entire life playing out before her, like some depressing home video shown at her funeral. She saw her childhood in Glendale, her first year of college tragically cut short, her arranged marriage to Petros Davtyan, and all the loveless years that followed in a boring blur.

We were supposed to build a life together, but all Petros can build is houses.

The money had been some consolation, but Ania still resented being shackled to him, whittling away the days while her ovaries withered away.

But Ania didn’t have to accept that fate any longer: Alkim’s cock had opened her mind and body to new possibilities. Now, armed with the knowledge and experience of just how incredible life could be, Ania felt the years melting away, and her eyes finally opened to find the stud staring back at her through those piercing, brown eyes.

His skin had taken on a faint glow, and what little light streamed in from the outside became a halo framing his head, like a saint’s in a church icon.

Her hands went to his shoulders, and she found her stud was warmer to the touch than a man had any right to be. Ania felt the unnatural heat coursing between them, and she realized with a shudder that Alkim wasn’t just cumming inside her: he was planting his flag, marking his territory.

“I want this pussy!” Those were his exact words!

Every pulse of his cock, every jet of seed in her cunt was another claim, every drop added was further proof of his ownership. Ania couldn't imagine allowing another man into “his pussy” ever again. Not even her husband, Petros.

Especially not Petros! I was made for this! Made for Alkim! Made to take his seed!

Why else would God have broken all three condoms if he didn’t want me to get pregnant? Pleasure so divine must have been divinely ordained!

Two hours ago, she would have been horrified at the thought of getting fucked raw on an unsafe day. Now, that was all she could think about.

Her vision clouded over again, but Ania could see it all, clear as crystal: her lonely egg sitting in her fallopian tube, never touched by a real man’s sperm, then suddenly inundated by an absolute tidal wave of Alkim’s excessive seed. She tried to mentally cheer those swimmers on and ended up shouting at the top of her lungs.

“YESSSSSSS! COME TO MEEEEEE!”

Her hands clutched at her belly, and she felt little waves of tingles emanating from the press of each finger. There was warmth inside her, a kind of fuzziness that was both strange and satisfying. It hit her in waves, like an earthquake. She welcomed that presence within her, humming in utter bliss as her womb pulsed and thrummed with new life.

I can’t believe it, after so many years of failed attempts…

They remained conjoined like that for some time, and she couldn’t say if it had been minutes or hours since he began filling her up.

When Alkim eventually pulled out with a wet “shlorp,” Ania had to grit her teeth to keep from crying out. Now unplugged, some of his seed began to trickle out of her, and she cupped her pussy with one hand, trying in vain to dam the white river between her legs.

Alkim spooned her from behind. She felt his breath blowing through her hair, and his slick cock finally softening against the crack of her ass, spent at last. Even with his balls emptied, the young stud’s lust never fully subsided, and he began casually massaging everything from her breasts to her thighs. Ania idly wondered how many times he could seed her in one day.

Finally, he kissed her cheek and asked, “How do you feel?”

Ania didn’t have the words to describe all that she’d just experienced; all the orgasms that wracked her body, all the emotions she’d run though, and all the life-altering visions she’d seen.

So, she settled for, “Really, reeeeaaaallyyy gooooood. Mmmmmmmm...” That hardly covered the breadth of ecstasy and triumph she felt, but it was the truth. Seven thousand dollars a month in lost income was a small price to pay for what she’d secured in this bed.

His left hand idly played with her hair. “Yeah? Better than swallowing? Or getting your pussy eaten?”

“Mhmmm,” she hummed, “Sooooo much better…”

“And you’ll take care of it, right?” he asked, rubbing his hand over her stuffed abdomen.

“W-wha?” Ania mumbled, still dazed.

“I mean this.”

His fingers slid under her hand, dipped into her pussy, and came out coated in his thick, white seed. She shivered at his touch, and tried not to bemoan the relatively minor loss of that priceless cum. That deep, sensual voice sent shivers down her spine, while his words echoed through her mind, taking on deeper meanings.

“You’ll take care of it, right?”

“Uh huh,” Ania moaned, too cockdrunk to use full sentences, but absolutely convinced that she would take care of it.

“Good.” Alkim looked down at the mess of cum on his fingers. Ania’s jaw dropped, tongue lolling out like a dog begging for a treat.

Alkim got the message and thrust his slick fingers into her mouth so she could suck them clean. It didn’t feel quite as good in her mouth as it did in her pussy, but her pussy was already stuffed past capacity, and it would be a crime to waste even a single drop.

Ania’s hand came away from her gushing pussy: her diamond wedding ring dazzled no more under the thick coat of stud cum. She licked that up too, then proceeded to gather up all the stray droplets she could find between her legs, noisily slurping every last morsel into her mouth while Alkim watched on. Finally, she licked every fold and vein of his cock twice, then sucked the head into her mouth, just in case there was any left over.

Once they were both clean, she crawled onto him, resting her head just below his collarbone. One of his arms wrapped around her back, while the other palmed her ass.

Ania rested atop her new baby-daddy and let out a sigh of deep and total contentment. She could still recall the sheer ecstasy from before, but it had faded into more of an ambient warmth between her legs and a pleasant buzzing in her head. Her anxieties, her sorrows, her self-pity, all vanished, all thanks to him. All that left was her curiosity, all of it directed at him.

“What… what are you?” asked Ania.

“My father’s Chinese, my mother’s half English and half Arab.”

“Nooo!” Well, that question had also nagged at her, but Ania was trying to ask something else, something deeper. She drummed her nails against his chest while she tried to find the right words. “Y-you’re… different. Your touch feels so… it’s like magic… and your cum, there was sooooo much of it… H-how did you do… all that?” It’d come out more stilted and slurred than she’d intended, but now it was finally out in the open, and he had nothing left to distract her.

“Ah, that.” He just shrugged, “I guess it’s a gift.”

She lifted her head from his chest and looked him in the eyes, “A gift from God?”

“What?” That took him aback; his hands stopped groping her. “I don’t know about all that… No, I don’t think it’s from God.”

“Then… What are you? Really?”

Her divine and modest stud cupped his chin with one hand as he thought his answer out. Finally, he returned Ania’s gaze, smiling radiantly.

“I’m an Alchemist.”

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