As the first waves of my orgasm ease, my eyes remain absurdly fixed to the screen where my frail white body is held captive by his dark form.
As he turns to face the camera, I see a smile on his face and, strangely, despite the subjugation, that touches me somewhere. Clearly liking what he sees on the screen, he grips my hips with his huge hands and drives smoothly and firmly back and forth. It hurts but I feel no inclination to move away. Conversely, although unwilling at present, my hips are tempted to join the rhythm.
Bending to my ear, he coos 'take it bitch, you know you want it' as he continues to drive back and forth, occasionally pushing in deeper such that the tip nudges my cervix. My pussy has completely betrayed me by now, she is slick and welcoming to the massive tool of this dark stranger, despite the painful stretching of my lips.
Then there is a change: his pace is quickening. 'Oooh yeh, you're good.. such a good girl' and my body responds again, another faint ripple building: she likes it when I please him.
I sink slightly slower, gaping wider for him as he uses me yet, even as another orgasm builds, for the first time, stupidly, I realise the true depth of my dilemma here. There is no protection. I am ovulating. |