The Music Within
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It was the irritating tickle on her thigh that woke her more than the feint
lingering aroma of his aftershave. But as she became more conscious she also
realized she shouldn’t smell his aroma, she had showered when she came in last
night and washed all traces of him away. Normally she would have postponed the
relaxing wash for the morning wanting to keep him as close to her for as long as
possible but after she stepped on the broken bottle and cut her foot open she
decided that was maybe the best way to cleanse the wound and to wash any
lingering glass fragments away.
As she reached down to scratch the annoying tickle she felt the feathery
sensation traveling up to her hip, she slowly opened her eyes to see his
grinning face just inches from her own. As she opened her mouth to ask he
covered hers with his. It was a hungry morning kiss. The kisses the night before
were rough and claiming just as the sex had been. It always amazed her how
ravenous they could be for one another even if only a few hours had passed.
She scissored open her thighs while she was lying on her side and felt his
hardened cock sliding home into her already wet cunt. The groan that came from
her was caused by a mixture of pleasure and tender soreness from the previous
nights activities. It didn’t take long though before the groan became pleads as
he pumped into her. Her leg was extended up against his shoulder and he reached
a hand down to her chest. Even his large hands had a hard time encompassing her
full breast but he managed, squeezing tightly as her whimpers and movements told
him she wanted more, wanted the fine line of pain that would take her over the
top.
And as she screamed out and her pussy spasmed around his cock his hand slipped
around her throat, cutting off her cries, leaving her mouth hanging open in a
silent scream. He drove into her harder and deeper his pelvic bone grinding into
her as his hips rotated against her. She began feeling lightheaded and the room
was colored as her orgasm continued and her brain screamed out for air. As he
saw the glaze of her eyes changing he released her throat and his seed into her.
She rolled just slightly so that she was on her back as his body came down to
rest on hers his cock still sheathed in her slit. His breathing was rapid just
as hers and she could feel the pounding of his heart as her hand caressed the
smooth bareness of his chest. His head moved to one side and she half licked
half bit the side of his neck. Neither of them wanted to break the moment with
words.
When the phone rang, he swore under his breath and rolled off her. She fumbled
reaching for the corded phone beside the bed, knocking it off onto the floor
before finally bending over the side to gather the receiver.
“Hello” her voice came out throaty and breathless.
The caller on the other end could only assume she had run to pick it up. There
was no way that they would imagine her lying nude with her lover in her bed on a
Wednesday morning. And now that she was sprawled sideways the top half of her
body off the bed from reaching for the phone, her thighs parted slightly and her
ass up she felt the familiar teasing and kneading of his hands on the backs of
her thighs. It was all she could do not to moan into the phone. The massage of
his strong hands felt so incredible, she parted her thighs more to allow him to
get inside to the tender inner muscles.
The caller on the other end was the secretary of one or her clients; she tried
concentrating on her words as she felt his fingers moving up over her ass, then
down the crack probing into her wetness before applying enough pressure to her
back hole to enter her.
“Um, two on Thursday, yes, I think, aghhh, let me get my planner and call you
back…” she hung up and hoped the woman on the other end couldn’t tell she was
nearly exploding on her end. And as she hung up the phone as she came. He was
deliberating thumbing her clit and finger fucking her ass in a rocking motion
knowing it would take her over the top. Two could play at that game she squirmed
away and gathered his half hard cock in the hand, letting it slide the foreskin
back as she stroked down to the base. Her mouth covered just the head as she
tasted herself on him. She took long languid licks with her tongue from the base
and swirling over the tip as her fingers caressed his balls working there way
backward seeking to penetrate him as he had her.
She slid a finger in him deep, seeking that familiar knot to massage and as she
stroked inside on one side she slid him into her throat at the other swallowing
so that he felt the constriction pulling him in milking the head of his again
rigid pole. Her probing matched his controlled pumping into her mouth. He had
gathered a handful of her hair and was using it to guide her motions up and down
his cock. He just couldn’t relinquish control and she was never able to maintain
it, she knew it was his will she would bend to and that didn’t bother her. All
she was concerned with at the moment was his pleasure. He wasn’t going to let
her have it her way as he tugged her off his cock and her finger out of his ass.
“Assume.” His voice was low and sexy.
She moved back to the edge of the bed, her ass in the air thighs open, and her
face and chest buried in the mattress. He trickled a small stream of lube down
her crack from a bottle held above her cheeks and then rubbed it teasingly
around with the head of his cock as his hand slathered a small amount of the
slippery liquid down his own shaft. He was amazed how hard and large his
erection felt in his hand. Surprised that he was still hard after the hours they
had spent in his bed the night before, only a few short hours earlier and after
the quick shot he had spent into her cunt only a few moments ago. The witch he
thought damn green eyed spirit. She did this to him, she made him burn and crave
to be lodge deep inside her and he was going to be. He pushed into her taking
her fully in that first long plunge.
She squealed, the burning sensation of being opened so fully so quickly, the
feeling that things were tearing as his trunk entered into the tightest hole she
had. His withdrawal was not as quick as his plunge but when he was almost out he
lunged back into her, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against him. He
pushed forward grinding into her deeply so hard her face and chest pushed deeper
into the mattress. He moved his hand to the small of her back and pushed
downward making her ass up turn more as he began the assault from behind. Four
or five strokes into the ritual and she was pushing back against him as well,
rotating her hips for him. He made her crazy. She wanted his to possess her,
claim her and use her hard.
Her words were what he wanted, and as he pumped into her she started “yes, mmmm,
yes fuck me hard, deep” a few sharp exhales as he did just that and she resumed
“I needed it, I need your prick in me, I need you to use me like the slut I am.
That’s it take me, hurt me.” She panted.
He leaned forward close to her ear and whispered, “What are you?”
“I’m a cock craving whore, Sir.”
He chuckled “whose whore are you?”
His hand cracked across her ass as she started to say “Yours, sir” and it came
out in a scream.
He continued reaming her as her body convulsed in a rapid succession of orgasms,
her cunt weeping its nectar out onto the sheets beneath her. When he pulled out
of her and grabbed her hair she was limp. Pushing her over onto her back he
gathered her up to a sitting position and a fist of hair yanked her head back
and her mouth open as he slipped his cock into the opening. Roughly he fucked
her mouth until he felt the pull of his sac contracting up to his body. Then
ramming it into her throat and holding her face tight against him he let her
gags pull his seed from him. Choking and trying to swallow, trying to breath was
useless she became the recipient of his gift. The orgasm for him seemed to go on
and on and for her she lost track as the mindless euphoria of oxygen deprivation
took over. When he finally pulled out they both collapsed together.
They lay together cooling off and recovering until the chiming of the clock in
the other room told her it was nearing 8. If she didn’t have a 9 o’clock meeting
she would have stayed lying next to him forever. But she dragged herself up and
into the bathroom.
As she was drying from her shower he entered the bathroom. He kissed her
forehead and started to bend her over the counter when she started to object, he
caught just a couple words “not enough time…. Meeting…. Aaaahhh...” as he first
slip his finger into her and then the cool metallic cylindrical balls.
Laughing, “I couldn’t take you again right now if I wanted Pet, you’ve drained
me” “But I do want you hearing your own music all day, tonight is another
story.”
Music, damn it, he slid the benwa balls into her. He knew that she would hear
their subtle chiming whenever she moved today, not to mention they would keep
her over used cunt contracting around them pulling them up and into the deepest
part of her all day.
He smiled “Gotta keep that pussy tight for me Baby, you know I like how you milk
me.”
He swatted her ass as he stepped into the shower behind her. She wiggled her
hips a bit hearing the dainty chiming inside her, she smiled into the mirror,
and she knew it was as much to keep her mind on him as it was to keep her tight.
She loved belonging to him and with that thought rubbed the small code stamped
on the upper portion of her right cheek.
Most wouldn’t notice the brand. It would appear as a small series of almost
unnoticeable dots; to her it was his right to her, his mark of ownership.
Whether he was conscious of it or not it was always where his hand rested on her
whether they were walking together clothed in public or he was claiming her as
he had earlier.
He was fair with her, gave as much as he took and looked out for her in ways no
one else had. That would have been enough but it didn’t hurt that she loved him
and she felt he loved her too. Life couldn’t get much better…
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