In the Dark

Losing Control

“Don’t move for 5 minutes!”, she managed to grunt, pulling out of him, fumbling to get the dildo off its mounting and back into her bag and sheathing the knife she now realised she’d laid on his back and had somehow not fallen to the ground. She almost ran out the toilets, her legs still feeling like jelly. Getting into her car, starting the engine and skidding as she prepared the car out of the carpark, she tried to clear the fog of her mind. She needed to be f****d! She was so turned on by what she had done and she needed release. Then it struck her. She turned the engine off, got out of the car again, and walked, albeit a little unsteadily, back to the gents. The man was still there, tears in his eyes but tucking in his shirt and straightening his trousers. “f**k me!” she almost screamed. 

She quickly closed the distance between them, grabbed his head and pulled him into a long, urgent kiss. She searched his mouth with her tongue, found his tongue, felt him start to respond. She found his right hand with hers, moved it up until he was cupping her left breast. He must feel how hard her n*****s were, how much they needed to be played with. Pulling her top up, she allowed his hand to feel her breast, feel the crinkled areola, feel her n****e, so hard it was actually sore. Moving her other hand behind his head, she forced him down, searching out his mouth with her heaving gland, moaning as he flicked her n****e with his tongue, covered her wider breast with his lips, gently bit her sensitive areas as he sucked then sucked harder. His hands reached up, squeezing her breasts as she moved backwards to lean on the wall. Holding his head in a vice-like grip while he sucked one n****e while squeezing and pulling the other in his thumb and forefinger, painfully but causing sensations to begin rippling through her. Even as she lifted her head to gasp, she felt her v****a tighten and an orgasm shivered through her. 

She couldn’t wait. She needed him now. But The waiting held its own reward. She pushed his head down, forcing him to kneel down as she directed him to her throbbing and dripping p***y. Eagerly, he grabbed her skirt and underwear, slithering them down her legs to reveal her heaven, open and ready. His mouth was thrust into her mound and almost instantly she grunted as another wave of pleasure rolled over her and his tongue found her c******s to keep her moaning as she tried to remain standing. She’d now given herself over entirely to what was happening. Where was the power she’d taken from him? How could he, just r***d by her, be pleasuring her this way. Again she felt the wave coming and, grabbing his head again, pleaded with him “f**k me! f**k me please…” 

As he stood up, undoing his trousers again, she assumed the same position he had before, legs apart as she leaned over the toilet, holding tight onto the cistern. No need for any Vaseline, though. She was soaking wet and his (thankfully) erect p***s easily penetrated her. Oh, yes. She felt his galns now, wider than she had expected, forging ahead of his shaft as it explored the length of her v****a, sliding up inside her without friction, filling her up. Oh, the feel of his engorged c**k, making those long, slow, movement of push and pull, filling her up then leaving her chamber empty, only to fill her up again. The slow move was ecstatic, but she need it harder, faster. She thrust back at him, imploring him to speed up, to burst inside her. Then he leaned forward and whispered to her “What you did to me, I’m going to do back.” 

She felt his d**k slide out of her dripping p***y and, understanding, changed how she held her hips so he could penetrate her ass as well. Even as she felt the end of his c**k touch her cheeks, another orgasm ripped through her and she remembered the feel of his head as it entered her cunt. Trying to relax, she felt the pressure, felt herself stretch slowly, slowly, then suddenly he slipped in and she felt pain and pleasure in equal measures. She knew she was tight – he would feel that as he took her – and she had an odd sensation as she felt his c**k push deep into her anus but also felt the sensations through her vaginal wall and realised that, how she was positioned, he was hitting her G-spot through the wall, causing her to groan again. The sweat was now running off her as he thrust into her ass, using those same long strokes that she had used on him, only his c**k was real and, she was sure, longer than her dildo. As he began to thrust more quickly, he heard his breathing start to labour and she felt a massive orgasm start to build. A part of her mind knew he was going to c*m inside her and wanted that sensation. Suddenly he thrust deeper than she had thought possible and let out a grunt as he exploded, and her legs finally buckled completely as a huge multiple orgasm ripped through her, pulling him out of her so that the last of his c*m spurted onto her face and breast and her eyes closed as everything contracted.