“Fucking amazing. It feels fucking amazing,” he completes my sentence, his rhythm not faltering as he speaks.
“Yes… Yes, it does…” I moan out loud as I thrust back against him, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the whole room. I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and he tangles his fingers in a few stray locks. Turning his hand sideways, he yanks on my hair and starts to thrust even harder; it seems that, no matter how hard he goes, there’s still something extra inside of him.
Grabbing my tits while he rocks his body against me, he lays his mouth on my neck and gently bites at my skin. I moan and close my eyes, a pleasant buzz crawling under my skin. Each thrust of his forces me to moan louder, and it doesn’t take long for my moans to turn in a violent scream. I feel my throat growing raw from the effort, but he keeps on fucking me with raw intensity.
Even though I’m barely moving, there are beads of sweat forming on my forehead, a few stray hairs plastered to my flushed skin.
“Oh, God, oh, God,” I repeat over and over again, the sound of his body hitting mine like a counterpoint to the sound of my voice. Adding to the melody, he suddenly slaps my ass. I feel the open palm of his hand hitting my flesh, and a sharp pain darts across my body to my brain. I scream, and he smacks me again, this time harder. “More!” I hiss through gritted teeth, and he obliges. His hands fall heavy on me, and even though I should be in pain, all that I feel is ecstasy.
Coming from a dark corner of my mind, I hear a te
nuous whisper: don’t forget what’s your real purpose that insidious voice seems to say. Don’t forget the reason why you’re here, it goes on and on, nagging me and trying to make me feel guilty. But I don’t care about reasons or purposes; right now, the only thing I care about is the massive cock buried inside my pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out loud as he goes around my waist with one hand and presses down on my clit. He circles steadily, matching the pace of his thrusts, and I have no other option but to succumb to an avalanche of pleasure.
Electricity burns its way through my muscles, making my whole body tense up as a nocked arrow. All that energy gathers under my skin, and just a heartbeat after that, it goes free. It’s as if I’m being hit by lighting while there’s a fire at my feet; all my nerve endings are busy, and I have to struggle to hold on to consciousness. Is there such a thing as too much pleasure? Before today, I never considered it, but now I think it might be possible.
My whole body is spasming, and I already feel my knees growing weak; curling my fingers around the edge of the table, I hold on to it for dear life. My eyes are closed, my eyes are gritted, and this is how I brace the storm of ecstasy. I can’t even tell you if I’m moaning or screaming, or if I’m too spent for any of that. All that I know is that I’m adrift in an ocean of pleasure.
Once I feel the waves of pleasure washing away, I finally realize that I have forgotten to breath. As Ethan slides his cock out of me, I take one deep breath and let the air rush to my lungs. Feeling completely exhausted, it takes a few breaths for me to summon the energy necessary to turn around. When I do it, I remain with my hands on the table, afraid of falling straight into the floor; my legs are still shaking, and I don’t trust them yet.
There’s a gentle smile on Ethan’s face, but it quickly changes into a devilish grin. We’re not done yet.
“On your knees,” he tells me, and just like I did before, I go down at once. Looking up at him, I reach for his cock and curl my fingers around his shaft, feeling my own fluids coating it. I start to stroke him as hard as I can, my hand flying over his thickness in a flurry of movement. I guess I still have a few reserves of energy inside of me, after all.
“Come for me, Ethan… I want your cum all over me,” I beg him, my voice mellow and honeyed. I don’t think I have ever felt the urge to have a man covering me with his cum, but I can’t help it; kneeling in front of Ethan after he drove me to climax God knows how many times, it seems like the right thing to do. “I want you to cover me in cum…” I continue, and just like that, I feel a tenuous spasm against my fingers. Taking it as a good omen, I redouble my efforts and go as hard as humanly possible. There’s one hard spasm, and not even a fraction of a second after it, a rope of cum jumps from his cock and straight into my face. I only have the time to register the warmness of it, as more and more ropes of cum start to gush out of his member and into me.
I hear him groan, but it’s almost as if his voice is coming at me from the other side of the universe. Right now, I’m not lost in this moment. I open my mouth as wide as I can, and sticking out my tongue, I let him rain down his seed upon me. It doesn't take long for my mouth to be brimming with cum; thick drops are already dripping down my chin and neck, and making a steady path toward my tits.
With a grin on my lips, I look into Ethan’s eyes and I swallow. He grins back at me at once, but then closes his eyes as his cock continues to spasm. I feel his salty flavor going down my throat and a shiver goes up my spine, making my skin prickle. Somehow, I manage to keep my eyes open as thick strands of his juices fall across my face; after all, how could I miss the way his whole body tenses up as an intense orgasm completely crushes him? There’s nothing better than watching a perfect man drowning in pleasure… When you’re the cause of his pleasure, of course.
As his spasms start to subside, I finally let go of his cock. Acting on impulse, I lean into him, and parting my lips, take his whole cock into my mouth at once. Then, slowly rolling my lips back over his shaft, I suck him dry. I linger on his glans, lapping at it with my tongue as I gently caress his balls with my outstretched fingers.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and I’d bet that that’s the only thing he can say right now. And it’s the appropriate one too. Leaning back, I let his cock pop out of my mouth and run my tongue over my lips.
“How do I look?” I asked him, grabbing my tits and rubbing them with the open palm of my hands. My fingers slide easily over my skin, the white cum that covers me helping, and so I smear it all over my naked chest.
“Perfect,” he replies, extending one hand; I take it and let him pull me up to my feet. The moment I stand straight, he grabs me by the waist and presses his body against me, his lips finding their way to mine. We lose ourselves as we start to kiss, my cum coated lips eagerly devouring his; I push my tongue into his mouth and, with it goes the flavor of his own semen.
I know, I know—this is supposed to be a job, not a way for me to have fun. But who cares? I would just beat myself up for the rest of my life if I didn’t take the chance to let myself be used by a man like this. Because that’s what happened. Ethan used me, and I loved every second of it.
As I pull back from him, I look into his eyes once again, and there’s a sudden pang of regret in my heart. In his eyes I see happiness, and I hate the fact that I’ll be the one crushing it. But what options do I have? There’s no other way—if I don’t do this… I don’t even want to think of it. Whatever it takes, I have to do this.
It’s just a job, I think to myself, and I can’t help but feel that the more I repeat these words... the more they sound like a lie.
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Ethan
"I have some marketing ideas I'd like to run by you," Cheryl says. We're sitting in the conference room going over the product launch for Illicit Escape, the technology that we're banking on to revolutionize the porn industry—actually, the whole fucking world seems to be banking on it too.
At least that's what we're supposed to be discussing, this product launch, but I can't fucking focus.
Instead of thinking about how to launch this product, I'm thinking back to the restaurant—Top of the Rock—with Brittney. I'm thinking about her dress. Her perfect curves. Her smell. The way her blonde hair framed her face and caught the light just right.
The way I commanded everyone to leave the dining room. The way the city stood tall in the background, a symbol of success and power. And how I felt like I had all of that power in the palm of my fucking hand.
I'm thinking about the look that formed on her face the moment she realized we were alone. The way she screamed when I pressed my hand against her bare pussy. The way her fingers rested on my waistline in anticipation, her eyes pleading me to allow her to go further. And I'll never forget the way she grabbed my shirt, crazed with lust, and I watched as the buttons popped off and rolled to the floor. That was a first.