Then, my thumb finds her sweet nub and turns in circles to add to the pleasure.
“Holy fuuuuuuck. Oh God. Oh God. Don’t stop. Something’s happening. I think I’m going to…”
Caitlin screams out as her cunt convulses around me. It’s sheer heaven. Her fluids thicken a bit and then gush mightily, drenching my rod in her wetness. It’s too much. With a roar, I bury myself in her pulsing folds and empty my load.
“FUCK!” I cry out. “Oh shit!”
I’m panting as I collapse on the wide couch. She pulses more as I continue to spray, filling her to the brim with my male essence. There’s so much that it literally drips back onto my balls, coating us both in a combination of gooey secretions. Finally, Cait raises her head a bit.
“Is that what it’s always like?” she asks, her voice weak from a combination of delirium and exertion.
“No. It’s even better,” I pant. Her eyes go wide.
“Are you serious?”
I merely grin, my body hardening again. “Get up on your hands and knees, and I’ll show you,” I say. Slowly, I pull out and the girl obeys. With satisfaction, I see that her folds look swollen and used, with a bit a come trickling from her hole. Gently, I press my mouth to it, licking up the jizz and cleaning her from behind.
“Oh my god!” she cries, turning to look at me from over one shoulder. But I’m a nasty bastard and merely smile again before lining up at her wetness once more.
“Just stay still, baby,” and with that, I plunge back inside her delicious twat.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Caitlin moans with each push. “Fuck, that’s good. Unnnh!”
“You like that?”
“Yes, Travis,” she pants, her head dropping low as she takes the hard pounding. “Oh yes!”
I slip a hand beneath her torso and begin to toy with her breasts. Her bra got lost somewhere and the huge orbs shudder and swing with the rhythm of our love. Suddenly, her fluids begin to thicken again and she tenses slightly.
“Unnnnnnh!” my girl squeals, her cunt clutching me tight. “Fuck!”
Caitlin continues to shout, pant, and scream as I fuck her thoroughly. She may have been a virgin only twenty minutes ago, but she’s showing just how much she’s picked up in a short amount of time. Good girl. I always knew I had a fast learner on my hands.
It doesn’t take long for both of us to come again, and for the second time today, I fill her pussy with jizz.
This time however, we collapse together, wrapped in each other’s arms. I kiss Caitlin slowly, passionately, and hold her tight to my chest. It feels right, and I stroke her curls as she drifts off to sleep, my shaft still buried deep inside.
As we lay there, the sweet girl snuggles closer, one hand trailing over my chest. Then she murmurs something, and if I’m not mistaken, it’s my name.
I stare down at her innocent face, her features so delicate and feminine. This feels right. It feels good, and rewarding, in addition to sexual. But that’s the problem: it’s only supposed to be about sex, and I force myself to hold back because Caitlin and I are not in a relationship. She gives, I take, and vice versa. This is just an exchange and tonight was no exception, no matter how right it feels.
8
Caitlin
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The whir of my sewing machine sends a thrill up my spine. As promised, Travis turned one of the spare rooms in the mansion into my own personal sewing room. It’s gorgeous, with large white work tables, a custom shelving unit, and yellow and white plaid curtains that I made myself. I’ve already filled the closet with some of my creations, and it’s only been a month.
I finish the seam on the dress I’m working on and hold it up. A frown crosses my face. It’s near-perfect, but still not good enough. Dang. I’ll never make it in the fashion business if I don’t turn it up a notch. Brow wrinkled, I go back to my machine, determination on my face.
Whirrrr! the sewing machine hums. Tat tat tat!
At least the shirt I made for Travis came out well. He wears it sometimes, and it makes him look so handsome. The blue fabric complements his azure gaze, and when he modeled it for me that first time, I almost tore it right off him, he was so sexy. In fact, I was a little careless in my haste, and a few buttons pinged to the floor, but they were easy to put back on.
My heart swells. Things have been going amazing with my man, and I couldn’t ask for more. I get to spend my days creating new clothes, while at night, I join Travis in bed and the shenanigans start. Nothing is off-limits. Last week, he took my bottom for the first time and for a few days afterwards, I had trouble sitting because of the ache. I had to stand while doing my drawings, and it was nearly impossible to work the sewing machine.