Not done yet....

"I'm going to need a bit of recovery time," he assures you. You gasp, and quietly stutter "You... you mean you're not," you take a deep breath before continuing, "you're n-not done yet?

Oliver laughs to himself, "Of course not. Now be quiet."

You nod obediently, glad for the moment of peace at the very least. You don't even want to think about the immediate future. Oliver suddenly gets an idea. "Clean me off," he orders, climbing onto the bed and positioning his cock over your lips. A brief warning follows, "Bite me and die."

The thought doesn't even cross your mind as you submissively open your lips and take him inside your mouth. You gently swirl your tongue around his shaft, sucking the last bits of cum and your own juices away. Oliver lights a cigarette and inhales slowly as you work your tongue over every little bit of him. You spend extra time at the head, working over the eye to clean it out. His soft cock stirs gently, but you can tell you have plenty of time to recover yourself.

"Good enough," he shrugs, pulling out. He crosses the room and sits down, leaving you with your thoughts.

Can't think about what he'll do. Don't want to think about what he just did. But it's impossible as the warm air floats over your naked body. You look over at your dress heaped in the corner, just as you feel a bit of cum spill out of your pussy lips. You shudder at the feeling, and it just rolls down stopping at the pucker of your ass. Blech.

He looks up and sees this, and you swear you almost see his dick harden a bit. Oh god no. You need more time. Maybe someone will discover you. Maybe hoping for rescue is a waste. You focus on deadening your mind, trying to block everything out. It works, and you can't even feel time pass as you close your eyes.

...

A few minutes later, you open them again, and across the room you see that Oliver is slowly working his cock in an effort to get it back up. And he's succeeding. Damn. A chill notifies you that more cum has oozed out of your snatch, and you grimace in remembrance.

"I see my lovely partner has returned." Oliver smirks at you, crossing the room like a wildcat. "I almost thought you'd passed out." False sweetness is thick in his voice, as he approaches. "Good thing you didn't, because I'm all ready for you darling."

He once again repositions you, this time into doggy style. He gives your ass a couple slaps for good measure, and you stifle your crys. "Nothing to say dear?" He asks inquisitively. "That's okay." He beats your ass cheeks again, turning them bright pink until it's too painful and you scream out. "Much better." He caresses your left cheek, and where his finger traces you feel pins and needles.

Oliver runs his dick along your pussy again, still dirtied from his previous ****. He reaches around to grab at your breasts hanging down, and squeezes them tightly in his hands. The head of his cock presses against your vagina lips, and he pauses "Beg for it..."

What? A confused expression crosses your face. He can't seriously expect you to beg. Oliver begins rubbing the pink nubs with his thumbs and keeps squeezing your boobs as he lifts his dick and presses the tip of it to your anus.

"You have a choice darling dear. Beg for it where you want it, or I'll choose for you."

Oh god. He's serious. You inhale sharply, confused on what to do. Oliver continues tugging at your nipples and twisting them. Once again your body reacts and heat floods your nether region. Maybe you should just beg.

"Oh babe," you coo, rolling your hips back, "please, please put in my pussy." Oliver pushes forward a bit, increasing the pressure on your ass. You thought he said he was letting you choose?

"I need your huge throbbing cock inside me," you try "I can't wait any longer, please take me." Oliver stops to think.

"Nope. Not good enough." he states.

Damn. "FUCK ME!" you cry, "I need your dick slamming deep into my hot waiting pussy, I want you to own me like the little cock-hungry slut I am!" You moan softly and grind your hips against him. "Stop teasing me!"

Oliver smiles and nods, grabs your hair with one hand and pushes his hips forward until your puckered little ring pops open to let his cockhead intrude.

You groan in pain, and he pulls your hair back and whispers in your ear. "Not quite good enough dear." With that, begins to thrust forward slowly, savoring the feeling of your tight ass struggling to accommodate him. You feel almost as if you're being ripped open as he forces you wide apart, and takes his free hand and starts rubbing your clit.

Through the wave of pain a small pang of pleasure hits you and you moan. "Ooh, my bitch likes that, huh?" Oliver smirks, tugging your hair hard. His thumb and finger caress your clit, and he stops invading your ass.

"Mmm..." you hum happily, even though your ass feels like it's being ripped apart. Your juices run down onto his fingers and he begins fingering you slowly. To your own horror, you find yourself grinding into his hand and moaning. "Please," you moan.

"Please what?" he asks mischievously.

"Please just let me cum.." you sigh, and he begins thrusting his fingers faster and deeper. You can still feel your ass stretched around his hard cock, and your body continues trying to push him out and fails. Oliver pulls your hair and slaps your ass. "Oh god," you sigh again, "please, please, let me orgasm." Oliver pushes you right to the edge of your peak, then pulls his hand away and puts it to your lips.

"Taste." You tentatively stick out your tongue and lick his hand, just wanting it back in your hot aching pussy. "Mmm," you say, "delicious."

He just laughs, and asks "Are you almost there?"

You nod frantically, pulling your own hair, and he smirks. "Well good."

He doesn't put his hand back. He just lets you sit there, aching for release, and when you least expect it, he pulls your hair hard and slams his cock the last several inches into your ass. You scream out in pain as his balls slap wetly against your pussy. Oliver holds there a moment and tugs on your nipples again, making you ache hungrily as you also whimper in pain. He pulls back and slams into you even harder, as you groan.

Your neck is arched back as far as it can go from his strong hold on your hair, and he slams deep into your ass several more times, and you cry out in pain. Your arms collapse from holding you so long and your face mashes into the pillow as he lets go of your hair and moves once again to your breasts. He grunts and slams into you over and over, squeezing your tits so hard you swear they'll bruise. Your face just mashes against the mattress back and forth as he claims you, your whole body aching from the pain and lack of release. Oliver tilts his head forward and bites your shoulder and once again thrusts in to the hilt. His cock is fully buried inside your pink little asshole and he stops. His ballsack resting against your pussy lips, he gushes forth sperm and it fills you completely.

You groan, still aching and embarrassed. He can't possibly go a third round, you think, and this is both a relief and a disappointment. You may not want to be here, but your body has been pushed to the edge, and you hunger for release.