Halloween Ride

Halloween Ride

Halloween: 5:00 pm

Standing in the bedroom naked, Trish looks down at the assortment of clothes laid out on the bed: an early Victorian gown, complete with a very wide selection of undergarments to go with it, some more modern than others.

“Decisions, decisions,” she mumbles as she taps her fingernail on her front teeth. Eventually she decides on a final combination and slowly begins to put it all on. Luckily for her, she’d finished before Michael walked into the room, wearing an outfit from the period as well, complete with walking stick and top hat.

“It’s about time,” he says with a smile. “Let’s go or we’re going to be late for dinner.”

And in a few short minutes they’re off, driving through town to the Italian restaurant located just across the street from the theater. It is foggy and chilly outside, and the sun is already down. The streetlamps are lit up as they get out of the car and make their way into the dimly lit restaurant and take a seat in the back. They instantly notice several other theater goers eating as well, all wearing distinctively similar attire.

After settling into their seats and enjoying a few sips of wine, Michael takes a long moment to examine his lovely companion in the candlelight. Her hair looks stunning, worn high in the traditional Victorian style, with only a few curly strands left to fall around her face and neck. She seems to know what he’s thinking and speaks up right away.

“I hope you like my hair—because you can’t touch it,” she says.

“Oh?” he replies with a raised eyebrow.

“I spent two hours in that damn beauty parlor to get it looking like this, so it’s going to stay like this,” she says with a feigned glare.

“Oh I can promise you this, sweetheart—I will not touch your hair at all,” he says, although she has a sneaking suspicion that he already has something else on his mind—and that touching it or not—her hair is going to be ruined. He slowly slides around the table until he is sitting next to her.

“You recall our trip to the coast a few months ago, of course?” he whispers into her ear.

“Of course…” she says with a pleasant shiver.

“It was very romantic and loving, was it not?” he asks.

“Mmmmm, it most certainly was,” she replies.

“Well, my dear, a few days ago when I was away on business, you so thoughtfully sent me that very wicked little email—and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. It’s been quite frustrating; not being here with you and being able to—work that out. So tonight, Trisha Lynn, we are going to go in a slightly different direction than we did at the coast,” he says as he bites her neck.

“A different direction,” she says, as if considering the statement.

“Drink that big glass of wine baby, it will help tonight,” he says.

“How so?” she asks.

“Well, it’ll help relax those muscles, and tonight they are going to have a lot of demands put on them. And second—it may help you ignore some of the pain,” he says as he gives her another bite—this one harder. It causes her to open her mouth and gasp, and he instantly has his tongue in her mouth as his hand slides up her dress, both of them thankful for the low-hanging table cloth.

As his hand slides between her legs, moving slowly as he enjoys the tactile sensation of her long stockings and her garter belt, she realizes that she has been just as aroused the last few days. But with him away on business, work around the house has kept her far too busy to do anything about it. His fingers stop then, rubbing her over the top of her silky smooth panties. Even though his hand is not touching her directly, he seems to find the exact spot in a split second and presses and rubs on it gently. She moans softly and squirms in her seat.

The waitress comes to take their order, although Michael’s hand is still between her legs, gently rubbing but out of site of the attendant. Trish finds it odd at first that he doesn’t order for her; he’d always insisted on doing so before. It is the gentlemanly thing to do, after all. But this time she realizes why he had her order on her own. With his hand massaging her clitoris, it is excessively difficult for her to talk, and he is enjoying watching her as she tries to order and resist squirming in her seat. Trish can see him smiling out of the corner of her eye. She finally muddles through, and the moment the waitress leaves Trish tips her head back and bites her lip, her hips squirming again.

Unfortunately the food arrives much more quickly than they’d hoped, and she is left achingly close as Michael has to stop and remove his hand. They eat quietly, enjoying the soft music and lighting in the restaurant. Michael admires her beautiful dress, the way it perfectly frames her figure and chest. After she finishes eating, Trish realizes just how hot she’d become. Then the painful realization sets in—it will be at least three more hours before they would be home to make love. Michael excuses himself to go to the restroom as she considers the evening ahead.

After he returns, he offers his hand and helps her out of her seat. They make their way across the street to the theater and find a seat in an empty row at the back. As the lights dim they both smile contentedly as they see that nobody is sitting anywhere close. The lights go down and the moment the music starts Michael’s hand is moving up her dress as he leans close to her ear.

“Your hair is beautiful, and I can’t wait to mess it up,” he says, his hand finding its way to her panties again. She opens your legs for him, lying back comfortably in her seat before answering.

“I told you, kind sir,” she says as she considers his attire, “you can’t touch my hair.”

“And as I said, my lady, I will not lay a hand on your hair, or anything else for that matter,” he says as he softly licks her ear.

“Then how do you plan to mess it up?” she asks, her mind beginning to scatter as his hand starts to rub her again.

“Oh, my dear, that is very simple,” he says as his hand stops, snapping her attention back to his voice while he finishes the sentence, “I’m going to fuck you so hard that whatever is holding your hair up like that will simply not be able to do so any longer,” and as he finishes talking he bites her hard on the neck, making her yelp. Luckily the music is too loud and nobody is the wiser. His hand is on her again, rubbing her faster and faster.

“You see Trish you are so delightfully aggressive and decadent when we make love, especially since our trip to the coast; I love it. But I have also seen something else—something behind your eyes that you are holding in. Tonight it comes out Trish, whether you want to do it the easy way or the hard way—if you’ll forgive the pun. The easy way, of course, is that you just do it, finally let go and open up completely. But you are stubborn, so I think the hard way will be the path we take. So we will draw it out of you, or cause it to come screaming out of you like a starving animal. I haven’t decided yet. In the meantime lover, I’d like to comment on what a wonderful choice these panties were. So soft and smooth. But you are so hot, I can feel you right through them, and I think that before we leave this theater tonight I’m going to make you come right inside them,” he says as his finger seems to focus directly on her clit, rubbing the smooth, soft panties against it.

A few minutes later he can feel her body getting close. He can tell by the way she is breathing, even though he can’t hear it. He knows by the way her hips are swaying, because he’s become an expert in her body during their time together. He leans in close to her ear again.

“You want to come Trisha. I know it. I also know that you are very, very close. You are going to come for me right here in this chair and in this theater. I want you to come so fucking hard that your panties are soaked with your juices when I take you into the bathroom and fuck you senseless,” he says as he bites her three times on the neck. “Not a sound,” he whispers as he feels her orgasm grip her.

She grits her teeth, her hips thrashing around as her wet pussy clinches tight. She mumbles under her breath, furious that she can’t scream loudly because of the audience, and no longer concerned that someone could turn around and possibly see her at any time. Holding all of the screams inside almost makes her body feel like it will explode. When the orgasm finally passes she is surprised to find Michael on his feet. He grabs her hand and leads her into the back hallway of the theater. Eventually they find their way to the private bathroom in the back and he opens the door to lead her in. She can’t believe how small it is, but somehow they both fit inside as the door closes behind them. She instantly tries to remove her panties, but Michael quickly slaps her hands away.

“No, Trish,” he says as he grabs her, spins her around and shoves her over in one smooth motion. Barely able to move, Trish puts one knee up on the sink so she can get up high enough, the other foot standing precariously on a wooden stool in front of the sink.

“Ohhh yeah—that a boy. Don’t worry about breaking me—I can take it,” she urges.

“Get one last look at that beautiful hair princess, because I am about to fuck every last strand of that hair loose,” he says as they both look into the mirror. It is erotic; Michael has her bent over in front of him and can still see her beautiful face reflected back at him.

“There’s no sense in taking these off baby—such a waste of time—and I am not waiting a second longer to get inside of you,” he says, obviously referring to her panties. He pulls them aside and with crushing force he rams inside her powerfully, shoving her face and shoulder hard against the mirror as his hands clinch tightly on her hips, her dress pulled up around her waist now.

“Holy shit,” she gasps, her cheek pinned against the mirror.

“Oh fuck yes, Trish. This is what I have waited for,” he says as he slams forward into her again and again, the impact forcing her repeatedly into the mirror, threatening to knock her senseless. His hands keep her dress pulled up high on her waist so he can see her beautiful ass while he pounds into her.

“You dirty girl, Trish, letting me bend you over and fuck you in some filthy little theater bathroom,” he says roughly.

“I’m not a dirty girl—I’m your dirty girl. Now make me feel like it,” she says through clenched teeth as he slaps her hard on the ass. It stings and she loves it. Her pussy responds with a powerful clinch.

“I’m not a little glass girl—and I know how much you love my ass, seeing me bent over like this. Now spank me again, and this time make me feel it. If you want me to stop holding back then you have to do it too. Stop worrying about being polite. Stop worrying about offending me and treat me like a filthy little slut!” she says, driving him wild. He immediately obliges, spanking her ass much more forcefully about a half dozen times. Each of them stings like hell, just the way she likes. She moans aloud as she realizes she’s finally made him lose control. Tonight she wanted an animal and she wanted to be treated like one.

“That’s it, Michael—I thought you had forgotten how to fuck me,” she said, goading him now. “I want it; keep giving it to me. I want to come for you again. Don’t hold back. Pound me—punish me—harder!” but even as she says it she knows she doesn’t need too. Even now he is pounding into her so hard that the sound of their bodies slamming together is echoing in the small bathroom.

“Mmmmmm….You—dirty—little—bitch Trish” he says each word in time with each very hard thrust.

“I am,” she manages to say as she is bounced repeatedly into the wall.

“Say it, Trish!” he says as he slaps her ass two times in rapid succession.

“You—are—my—fucking—daddy!” she screams as she is repeatedly shoved into the wall and mirror. She feels his hands slap her ass again, her flesh reddening with the repeated blows. She can’t believe how deep he is getting—how hard he is pounding into her. Her pussy is so wet that even with her panties on, much of her come is escaping and running down her legs.

At this moment she becomes oddly curious about her hair. She can feel strands of it hitting her shoulders now, so she knows it is coming down. She wonders what it looks like, but can’t risk turning her head to look directly into the mirror, for fear of her face being accidentally driven into the hard glass. It is safer, she deduces, to allow the side of her face to continue to absorb the impact, and she’s not about to tell him to stop now. Not with her pussy about to explode on his cock.

“I want to come all over your cock, and then I want you to take me home and fuck me more—much more,” she says, nearly screaming now. “That’s it, fuck your naughty little slut Michael, make her come—force her too—take it—rip the orgasm from me,” she squeals.

“Don’t worry Trish, I have a few more surprises for you tonight,” he says as he grinds into her hard again, mashing her against the glass. She can hear her earring scraping against the mirror and it drives her crazy. He has been forceful and rough with her before, but he has never fucked her like this. As her orgasm gets closer, she grabs him by the shoulder with one hand, pulling herself away from the glass so she can look into it and see Michael’s face as he grinds her from behind.

“I want to see your face when you come, Trish,” he says, knowing she is about to climax.

“Oh I don’t think I’m going to come yet,” she says defiantly. “In fact I know I’m not going to,” she says. He leans over and bites her neck, then kisses her hard on the lips, her head twisting awkwardly so their lips and tongues can meet.

“It’s funny, Trish, but if I’m not mistaken I didn’t ask if you were going to come, or even if you wanted to come. You will come when I say you are ready, and I say you are ready right—fucking—now,” he says as he starts to pump her with incredible force and speed, pulling her by the hips and shoulders back onto his cock, utilizing the leverage provided to get into her incredibly hard and deep. She smiles as he continues, knowing that her orgasm is coming quickly no matter how hard she fights it. She chuckles silently at how passionate she has made him with just a few words. She knew that trying not to come would make him work her twice as hard.

“I’m coming right—fucking—now,” she screams. As he rams into her harder, the force threatens to throw her face first into the wall, but he has a hard grip on your shoulders. And although it hurts, it is enough to prevent the impact, and his eyes are on her face as she starts to scream, clinching her teeth and eyes shut for the first few moments, but then it boils over too violently and the only thing left are wide-mouthed screams as tears stream down her cheeks. It only drives Michael on further, his hips grinding into hers and forcing the orgasm from her body. He can feel her pussy cradling his cock, so warm and wet, making it almost impossible for him not to come. He listens to her screams; confined by the small room they assault his ears as he shivers with pleasure.

“I love the way you come for me Trish—I love when you try not too, because I love to force you—to break you—now I want it all,” he says as he continues the onslaught until her cries finally soften and vanish altogether. He releases her shoulder and she tips forward, her face pressed against the glass, panting like an animal that’d just finished a fight for her life.

Slowly he pulls out of her, drenched with her come. He puts her panties back in place, then the dress, and stands her up to look into her eyes via the mirror. They both notice her hair, which has changed in appearance drastically, the long curls now flowing about her shoulders. Considering what she’s just been through it doesn’t look bad at all. She turns her head slightly, slowly and cautiously flexing her left shoulder, trying to work out a kink that seems to have developed.

“Sorry about that,” he says, noticing her discomfort.

“You better not be,” she says with a crooked smile as he starts to put his pants back in order.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks as she slaps his hands away, shoving him backward against the wall and taking him into her mouth all in one rapid series of movements. As their eyes meet he realizes that if he wasn’t in her mouth right now she would be wearing a very wicked smile. And then she starts—her hand and mouth working in perfect unison as she sucks him, ferociously attacking his cock and aroused at the taste of her come on him. He sags against the wall, barely able to stay on his feet.

“God—damn, Trish,” he says as he attempts to look into her eyes again, but he can barely keep from clinching his eyes shut. She looks beautiful, her hair, dress and make-up, but what is most distinctive right now is the dark lipstick, and the sight of her beautiful lips and tongue working at amazing speed. Her mouth never releases him, even as he sinks to the ground, completely unable to stand. She just follows him down to the ground and continues to suck him as if it’s the only reason she is alive. He tries to speak several times, but nothing coherent comes out. She takes him out of her mouth so she can talk for a moment, but her hand doesn’t miss a beat, continuing to stroke him while she speaks.

“Did you really think you were going to get out of this bathroom without feeding your little slut? Especially after you fucked me that good? Think again sir,” she says as she swallows him again. A minute or so later he is moaning louder and she knows that he’s about to pop in her mouth.

“Well we can’t let your come get all over our clothes, so I’m afraid I’ll just have to swallow it all myself, if you don’t mind?” she asks sarcastically as her hand strokes him.

“I do taste good,” she says. “I never really realized it before now. You always tell me how much you love to taste me, and now I think I agree with you. But unfortunately I’ve licked it all off of you. So why don’t we refresh my memory on how you taste,” she says as she takes him into her mouth again.

“Trish—“ he tries to talk, but can’t. And that is okay, because she knows exactly what was going to come out of his mouth anyway.

“Yes baby?” she says, pumping on his cock while she talks. “You want to come for me don’t you? You want your hard cock to squirt right in my mouth; feed your dirty little girl Michael,” she says as she sucks at him again while she looks up into his eyes. And they both know her mouth isn’t coming off again until she gets what she wants. A few short seconds later he clutches at her as his body shudders and he screams. In that instant she feels him erupt in her mouth, and the force of the blast surprises her. But she keeps moving her head up and down, feeling his hot load hit her mouth and throat, never taking her eyes off his face, now twisted with ecstasy.

His body thrashes and his legs kick out, pressing hard against the bathroom wall as he is completely unable to hold still. But she continues to suck him, slower and slower, until every last moan, scream and gasp has stopped. She moans with him still in her mouth, enjoying the feeling of him for just a moment longer before taking him out of her mouth and standing up. He gets up much slower.

He spins her around, sits her up on the sink and moves between her legs to kiss her hard. She reaches down to help him get his pants back on as they kiss. After making sure they don’t look like two people who were just fucking like animals, they make their way out of the bathroom and through the back door. But they aren’t walking towards the car at all.

“Where are we going Michael?” she asks.

“Home—eventually. I have a surprise for you,” he says as they round the corner and find a horse-drawn carriage in front of them. The driver is bundled in a heavy coat and top-hat, and waves as they approach.

“Good evening Michael,” he says genially, then nods his head to Trish, “Ma’am.”

“Good evening to you my friend. If you could take me home I’d appreciate it,” Michael says as they both climb aboard. They find a huge blanket folded up on the seat as they sit down, which Michael unfolds and uses to cover them up.

“Mind if I give this back to you tomorrow Stanley?” Michael yells to the driver.

“No problem at all,” he says without even looking back.

“We have tons of blankets at home; is there any reason in particular you want this one overnight?” Trish asks. Michael turns and smiles as she feels his hand unzipping the back of her dress.

“Are you crazy?” she asks with a giggle.

“For you, yes,” he replies. “But we don’t have to give the blanket to him, which means when we get home you can stay wrapped in it and whatever you have or don’t have on—won’t be visible,” he says with a wink as she feels the dress loosen and fall off her shoulders, then down her body. He puts her between his legs and lays her back against his chest, kissing her neck and ear with the blanket bundled up around them.

It is exciting for her as they make their way down a public street, wearing only a very tight corset, panties, garter belt, stockings and heels, and only the two of them know it. She feels his hand on her stomach, but only for a second as it slides down and into her panties. But he’s not rubbing her to make her come this time. He puts his fingers on her, feeling her wetness, drenched with come from their ferocious lovemaking. He moans softly in her ear.

“I want your sweet come all over my body Trish. When I get you home the real fun will be starting, so I hope you rest up and enjoy the ride.” They sit quietly on the way home, the chilly night air embracing them but held at bay by the blanket, his hands caressing her body every second and his lips and tongue paying plenty of attention to her neck and ears. The ride home seems to only last a few minutes and before they know it, the slow and rhythmic clicking of the horses’ hooves comes to a stop. Making sure not to allow any of her to be seen, she bundles up the dress and carries it beneath the blanket, still wrapped around her.

They walk through the front door and close it. A fire is burning as she drops the blanket and turns toward Michael, or at least she intends to. The second the blanket hits the floor his hands are on her. He pulls her backwards into him and she moans as his teeth bite down on her neck. He grabs her hair with one hand and shoves her firmly into the wall, front first. She gasps as she feels him move down her body behind her. He bites her hard on the ass, then grabs her panties and rips them off her body before biting her again.

“I’m hungry, Trish; feed me right now,” he says as he gives her another shove toward the wall. Arching her back and bending over, she offers herself to her lover and his mouth and lips are on her, assaulting her sensitive lips and clit, still swollen and engorged from their constant arousal. He presses his face into her hard, licking up every drop and stopping occasionally to bite her thighs and ass, making sure she knows how hungry he is for her.

“Oh my fucking god; what in the hell has gotten into you,” she screams as she pushes her hips back against his hungry mouth. He eats at her hungrily before standing up and spinning her around.

“You have, Trisha,” he says. Pushing her back against the wall again, he starts kissing her hard and he doesn’t stop even as he lifts her up and forces his cock all the way into her. He starts pounding her incredibly hard, knocking her head and shoulders into the wall behind her. She clinches her teeth as her body is bombarded with sensations of pain and pleasure. His cock is so deep inside her and she feels another orgasm building within her. This is the type of orgasm that she knows will hit her so hard and with such intensity that she wonders if she’ll even be able to stay on her feet. Just then Michael abruptly stops and pulls out of her.

“What are you doing?” she asks, confused. But he doesn’t answer. He leads her by the hand and sits her down in an old wood chair. Before she has a chance to speak he puts her arms behind her and ties them, then kneels on the ground in front of her.

“Tonight, Trish, I want us to be sure we are both on the same page, so to speak,” he says with a smile and a look that is positively sinful, and it excites her. He starts to slowly unlace her corset, admiring every inch of her body as it comes into view. As he removes it, her nipples—incredibly hard and in need of attention—cause him to moan softly. He tosses the corset aside, leaving her in the garter and stockings.

“You see, Trish, I have always wanted to get you to let it out—all of it. That wicked little piece of you that I see behind your eyes—that piece of you that you keep so cleverly hidden from me. I have always gone about it the wrong way. But tonight I’m going to take a new approach,” he says as he pulls a small vibrator off the table next to them. He turns it on and slips it between her legs so she’s straddling it. The vibration, especially against the wooden chair, makes her moan. She notices that he has placed a small hand towel between her pussy and the vibrator.

“This towel will limit the vibration so it won’t be quite enough to make you come, but I can promise you it will be enough to drive you fucking crazy if you don’t. You see Trish, I was thinking…if you give food to a starving man and he eats it with a fork and knife, was he really starving? No, of course not. A starving man must satisfy only his most basic urge—self preservation. If he is given food he will grab at it with his bare hands and feed himself like the animal he is. Utensils—those are the trappings of civilization. So you see Trish, tonight I am going to do something similar for you,” he says as his wicked smile returns and he backs away from her, lying down on the floor in front of the fireplace.

Stripping off all of his clothes, he lies down on the floor in front of the fireplace and strokes himself slowly while she watches.

“Now, my love, one of two things will happen. I will lay here and make myself come without you, or you will come over here and take me. But please understand the use of my word here—take. Just as the starving man doesn’t ask the food if he can eat it—you will take me. I will keep you on the brink of an orgasm all night long if I have to, and I think the current state you are in—plus the little device there, will properly motivate you. Those ropes I tied you with won’t hold you forever—it really just depends on how bad you want out of them—and how bad you want me in you. Personally, I hope you do it quickly,” he says as he lies down and starts to slowly stroke himself.

“Please let me out, Michael; I want you inside me right now,” she says with a hint of anger and frustration in her voice.

“So do I, Trish, so come over here and get it. Yell at me. Get pissed at me. I don’t care, but you will come over here and take me without any help from me. Come on baby—do it. I’m just waiting for you; look how hard I am,” he says as she looks at his cock, illuminated by the firelight.

The vibrator is doing the trick. She was so close to coming when Michael stopped fucking her moments ago, and the vibrator quickly takes her back to the point where her body is just about to explode, but won’t let her over. If only the towel weren’t in the way. She grinds her hips down on it, trying to press the vibrator harder into her clit so she can come. She rotates her hips in every possible manner for several minutes before she realizes it’s hopeless. But the aching is getting worse by the second as Michael crawls over to her and kisses on her nipples. They are so sensitive that her whole body twitches as though she’d been shocked with electricity.

“Oh you are horny aren’t you lover?” he asks with a grin. “Just look at those nipples; I don’t know if I’ve ever seen them so hard,” he says as he licks and bites them again.

“Damn you, please let me out,” she begs as tears run down her face. Her whole body is so tense that she can barely think now. She grits her teeth as she starts to tug at the ropes. Her thoughts are getting more muddled and being replaced with a very simple, very basic instinct for the need of satisfaction.

“That’s it, Trish. It’s getting harder isn’t it? Why don’t you just come over here and take me,” he says softly, still stroking himself while he occasionally leans in to kiss on her enraged nipples.

“I want to,” she replies helplessly. Michael can hear the lust and hunger in her voice.

“I don’t want you to want to. I want you to need to. I want you to come over here and fuck me so damn hard that it hurts me, then I want you to do it more, just like I did to you in the bathroom. “Come over here and fuck me Trish!” he says forcefully as he pinches both of her sensitive nipples hard.

She bites her lower lip. If she could just get that vibrator away, she’d be able to think. A few minutes later and she isn’t thinking at all. She isn’t trying to untie the knots or to shake the vibrator lose. Now she is pulling against the ropes savagely. She is almost free and every last trace of civilized thought is gone—and Michael can tell.

“That’s it Trish; what are you waiting for? I am yours. I am here, and I am begging you to take me and fuck me. Your pussy needs to come. Do it or I’ll come without you and leave you in that chair to suffer all damn night,” he says, this time it was his turn to goad her.

Finally she ignores the pain and rips her hands free. The ropes burn and tear at her skin—it will probably hurt like hell tomorrow, but right now she can’t think about tomorrow. The only thing she knows now is that her body feels like its going to split into pieces if she doesn’t come. She’s never been this horny in her life. And now she is free…

She lunges for Michael and pushes him onto his back, moving far more quickly than he had thought she was capable of. She straddles him. As he leans up to kiss her she slams her palm down on his chest and forces him flat on his back.

“That’s it; take what you want,” he says, enticing her further.

“You shut up,” she says roughly, and then leans over and bites him hard all over his neck and chest as she pivots around backwards and straddles his face. She grinds her tortured pussy down on his mouth as she takes his cock in her hands and strokes it while Michael eagerly begins to taste her. With her free hand she reaches down and grabs him by the hair, pulling his head up so his mouth presses harder on her pussy.

“That’s it; you eat that fucking pussy god damn you,” she says, completely lost to her lust now. The longing had been so terrible after sitting in that chair for so long that it caused a physical pain of its own and she wants nothing more than to release it. She loves Michael, and on some level she is still aware of it, but love has nothing to do with this moment any longer. This is hunger that needs to be satisfied.

She pinches and pulls at her nipples until they hurt but it just makes her hotter. They are so hard and tight that the slightest touch sends jolts of pleasure right down to her pussy and everywhere in between.

“You eat that fucking pussy until I come on your face; that’s it, eat my sweet little pussy after making me suffer like that you asshole,” she snarls. She grinds and rotates her hips so furiously that Michael can’t keep her pussy or clit in his mouth half the time. But she doesn’t care. Even if it’s not in his mouth, her clit is grinding and rubbing on some part of his face and it feels good. More than that, right now she is in control. She’s not tied down and suffering like she was just moments before. He is pinned beneath her and until she’s gotten what he needs, that is exactly where he is going to stay. She is nothing more than an animal right now, driven by instinct and primitive lust. And she loves it.

“Eat me god damn you!” she screams as she feels the initial sensation of an orgasm and wonders if it will rip her apart. She fingers her clit tenaciously and pinches at her nipples with her free hand while she continues to ride Michael’s face. She hasn’t touched his cock for quite a while but it’s still as hard as stone lying on his stomach. She laughs now, the laugh that borders on madness as she realizes her suffering is about to end and tears roll down her cheeks as the orgasm pounds through her body and her laughter turns to a savage scream. Her pussy squeezes tight and she is amazed at how powerfully it does so. She can feel the juices inside her being forcefully squeezed out onto Michael’s face.

His face buried between her legs and beneath her gyrating hips, Michael is in heaven. Her smooth shaven pussy is all over his face now, as he is unable to keep her in his mouth. He has his hands on her ass to try and steady her, but it does no good. He can’t believe how much she is coming. He sucks up as much of her nectar as he can, but she is moving around too much for him to get all of it. He doesn’t care; he wants it all over him. He can hear her screams, and they are more primal and savage than he has ever heard her. It’s driving him wild and he wants to be inside her. He can only imagine what it must feel like to be inside her pussy when she comes this hard.

He’s not even sure she has finished coming when she spins quickly around and takes his cock in her hand. She puts the tip of it to her pussy and drops on it as hard as she can. She looks down at Michael as she does and sees his eyes clamp shut in pleasure. Her juices are all over his face and it glistens. She grabs him around the throat with her hand and pins him down, leaning over to lick her come off his face while she starts to fuck him.

“You stay there and get fucked,” she orders, then continues to lick him again. Michael’s cock feels much bigger than it ever has before, and indeed she feels much tighter to him than she ever had. Is it because his cock was harder than it has ever been, or because she is so turned on that her engorged pussy is more cramped than ever before? Perhaps it is both, but she continues to ride him recklessly. Michael tries to speak, but the moment his mouth opens he finds it filled with one of her breasts.

“Don’t you talk,” she orders. “You suck those tits and make me come again.” Her nipples are more sensitive now than she can ever remember. She’s never seen them this hard and rigid. She’d started coming when she was mounted on Michael’s face, but as she rides him now she isn’t sure she ever stopped. The same need for satisfaction is still there, and until it is sated she would continue to satisfy it.

She feels a stinging pain on her ass as Michael begins to spank her forcefully, further spurring her on. He is making it hurt, just like he’d done in the bathroom at the theater, but this time he didn’t need any encouragement. Every delightfully painful swat, combined with Michaels attentive work on her nipples is laying the groundwork for an orgasm she may never forget—if she survived it. She grabs the vibrator that had been knocked on the floor and was still humming with activity. She presses it to her clit as she roughly fucks Michael.

“That’s the fucking naughty little animal I wanted to see baby; use that cock and make your pussy come, you naughty little bitch,” he says as he slaps her hard on the ass once again. But she doesn’t need to be told. All the ingredients were there: Michaels cock buried deep inside her, the vibrator pressed firmly on her clit; the continued strikes on her ass as Michael spanks her; her nipples being either sucked or pinched by her own hands.

“You’re almost there, Trish; I can feel it. That’s my girl. You need it honey; let it out,” he screams as he coaxes her over the top. Then he feels her body suddenly tense and freeze in place and he knows exactly what that means. At that exact moment he reaches up and pinches both of her nipples hard and he sees her eyes roll back into her head as her orgasm hammers its way through her body.

“Oh fuck, Michael,” is all she can mutter.

He tries to take it all in, but it’s never been like this before. The intensity of her orgasm is many times greater than it has ever been in every respect. Her pussy ratchets down on him so hard that his eyes widen with shock, wondering if the force of the contraction will actually push his cock out of her body. It feels so good he can barely contain his own eruption. He feels her come running down his cock and soaking him. She’d never come so much before in her life. Even with her screaming he can hear the wetness of her as she rides him.

Her body pitches forward then. She puts her arms out to try and catch herself, but they buckle instantly. Her body is no longer under her control. Michael has the presence of mind to grab her shoulders and brace her as she falls down on him, and lays her gently on his chest. She is sobbing now, something that had never happened before tonight.

“Oh my god, Michael; I can’t move; please fuck me,” she manages to say. It comes out as a combination of a sob and an ecstatic scream.

“I will, baby; just keep coming for me,” he says in her ear as she lies on his chest. She is trying to move her hips now, but the only motions possible are the involuntary, body-wide jolts that stab through her quivering flesh. Michael puts his hands on her hips and thrusts his own hips up into her as hard as he can. She is so incredibly tight that it is difficult to push up into her, even with the copious amount of lubricants her body is gushing onto his cock. He knows it won’t be long before he reaches the point of no return.

She manages to sit herself up for a moment, or maybe it is a convulsion of pleasure that forces the motion. She throws her head back and continues to sob and scream as tears pour from her eyes and down her cheeks, refusing to release the vibrator nestled against her clit. Once she sits up Michael sees her body, more sexy and arousing to him than it had ever been, lost in the throes of an orgasm neither of them would ever forget. Her lean, tight and sexy stomach muscles are visibly straining beneath her skin as they contribute to the body-wide convulsion that is her orgasm. Michael knows he is seconds away from releasing his load into her.

As she collapses back onto his chest he holds her there tightly and rolls her over onto her back, never taking his cock out of her. Still in the middle of her orgasm and now able to relax completely, she lies sprawled beneath him, her beautiful thighs spread for him as he puts one of her legs up on his shoulder and pins both of her arms above her head. He starts to grind into her hard, sending her firm breasts bouncing with the impact. He has all the leverage in the world now, and he uses it to forcefully pound her through her orgasm, watching her beautiful body as he does so. Her sexy legs spread wide, her shaven pussy taking his cock and leaving it glistening with her come. Her beautiful face covered with tears as she sobs and cries out in pleasure. It is not only the most intense orgasm she’s ever had, but the longest. Michael can’t guess at how long it had been going now, but he never wants it to stop. She thrashes her head from side to side and tries to move her hips.

Her climax was dying down now and Michael can’t take it anymore. His thrusts start to slow now, and Trish knows what that means. He is getting close and it is getting more and more difficult for him to move. She wiggles her hands free from his grasp just as he speaks.

“Trish—“ is all he can say, and all he needs to say. She knows what that means. She reaches down with both hands and that tells him that she wants his cock in her hands when he comes. He pulls out of her and she instantly takes hold of him. She can’t help but moan when she feels how wet she has made his cock. With both hands on him she feels him throb in her hands as he sends the first blast of come shooting out, which makes it all the way up to her neck.

“Oh my god yes, Michael, come on your dirty girl,” she pleads. He watches his cock explode all over her, watches his massive load strike her on the tits and stomach repeatedly. She pumps him furiously with one hand while her other hand massages the come all over her tits and stomach. Shot after shot erupts onto her body as he screams repeatedly. She has done this many times and loves it, and he’d never given her such an ample load. When it was finally finishes, he collapses in a heap on top of her as they both pant, sticky with sweat and come. With his cock trapped between them, she is still able to gently stroke him, making sure that every last bit of the reward has been spent, and refuses to the stop the tender stroking until his cock begins to go limp at last. That is the last thing either of them remembers that night.

The End