With Hammer and Chisel

Your body shudders and tenses, your toes arching, your breath gasping, heels digging into the sheets, hands gripping and reaching to clasp onto anything, as I break down your gates with a single, solid, ram. The oiled cock surges forth with all the backing the muscle in my hips, legs and abdomen can muster, and you feel the relentless momentum of my cock piercing your depths. Your rim parts and is stretched as it is **** to swallow more and more, not even given time to tense or flex, simply taking it as your mind burns with the sensation of me diving deeper and deeper into you. I sheathe myself fully, as the rest of your body catches up with the sensation of how deeply I've penetrated you.

Adjusting my hands and arms, I grasp your wrists, and pin both of them above your head, leaning over you like a looming shadow. "Can't polish you if you're rocking about now." I whisper, sinking the last of my length into your depths. You feel your rim continuing to accommodate my length, as deeper and deeper nerves awaken as my cock sinks to it's uttermost depths. And then, I get the piston going. My muscles flex, and I withdraw, as you gasp, feeling your muscles close in on my absence, the pressure relieved, the nerves in your rim once more enflamed as I pull my length with strength the other way. "This will need a good fucking polish." I growl, as you take my full length again.
And you take it again.
and again.
and again.

Until, your panting is synchronised with the rapid Slap, plap, plap, slap, as I hammer my length into you again and again, the oiled cock spearing you open, and your oiled, shining, glimmering globes ripple most magnificently with each firm pounding of my hips into your ass. Driven by my lust, I move, for I must, Taking the hands above your head and shoving them beneath your back, your legs bounce, and I grasp your shoulders, using them as handles as intensify my hammering. You moan, and I relish the sound. You moan louder, and I move a hand to grasp your oiled pectoral - firmly. Your moans are cleaved with the shuddering of your voice, punctured by the jostling of your body with each hammer my rolling hips has my cock struck deep into your meaty depths.

Fervour grips me. With bloodlust in my arms, I grasp your body in both hands, and flip you onto your front. Your head crashes sideways into the dampened sheets, and my cock temporarily leaves you. You feel your rim close after it, and the ache of it's absence, the slickness of the oil speared deep inside you, still felt perfectly. Your legs sprawl out, and your heaving chest pressing into the bed.

"Like any good work of art, a jewel needs to be positioned so it catches the light juuust right... You know what that means for you? head down, ass up - to catch the light, you see..." I growl.

And sure enough, you slowly assume the position. Glistening, like a sunset's light on the still sea, as you spread your legs, bring up your knees, arch your back, and bring your ass up into the air, the glistening, shining, polished flesh catches the light with each rising movement, sending the light washing upon your spread form.

Beautiful.

And we both hunger.

I come forth once more, and for the slightest second you feel the pressure of my cock against your shining gates, before they break and fold like a finger puncturing cream, as I once more spear into your depths. You are lit alight anew, the fresh angle spearing into your walls with delectable intensity. The deep pounding a stimuli that sets your ass and insides aflame, as you moan into the sheets, gripping them tightly. Oil polishes your insides again, as I grip those glistening hips with both hands, and watch that ass ripple and roll with every fresh pounding of my hips. How glorious your hole was, how it swallowed and gripped onto my cock, glistening and shining as each stretch of your hole - the flesh of it's rim having clung to my cock, oiled and lathered, catching the light before the hammering of my cock buried it back into your ass, out of the light, only to be drawn forth once again as the pounding of my hips pulled my cock out again.

We near the end. You can feel it, each spearing of my cock into you, battering you, fanning that flame inside you hotter and hotter, the oil deliciously smearing around inside you, until you can take it no longer. Your moans hitch and become a muffled cry, as your hips and legs clench, your hole clenching around my cock, milking it, as your being folds and you feel raw animalistic biology take over. Your cock, already hard and pulsing, surges, and your seed is unleashed.

The look of you, the sound of you, is hot as hell, and my grip on your oiled hips tighten hard enough for it to hurt, but you don't care, as my cock rams home, sheathed utterly and fully, and still trying to pierce deeper, as you feel it pulse, surge, and then flood your insides with mine own seed. You quiver, tremble, gasp, as I unload inside you. The muscles in my neck tight, my body tense, as we both finish.

I pull out, and revel in how hot you look, my white, mixed with oil, pouring and dripping down your spread legs. Rearing up, I pull back a hand, an arm, and -

CRACK

How your ass ripples, droplets of cum and oil being sent flying across the room, as you clench, and waver, as your body writhes from the sudden blow. Like a rocking boat, I let you stabilise, before I drop down next to you. Your head still amongst the sheets is taken in my hands, and lying next to each other, I take you in for a kiss.

It's nice.

Pulling back, I look into your eyes.
"There. Just needed a bit of elbow grease. All polished. All shining... until you get dirty again..." I whisper.