The tableau in front of us changed. Devon lay on his back, his pulsing erection pointing straight up, or it would have if it hadn't been buried in Jane's mouth. Her body nestled against his side as Stella squatted over his face, his tongue working furiously at her pouting pussy and anus. Both Devon and Stella had fingers buried in Jane's two holes and all three were moaning with the pleasure they were giving each other.
"Wow that looks so horny," I whispered to Malcolm as I lay back against him feeling his huge cock pressing into my back and his hands one holding my breasts the other resting lightly on my own hot, wet, pussy.
"Yes it certainly does," Malcolm replied, "It makes me want to make you moan with sexual pleasure too."
I turned my face back and up toward his face and our mouths met. I felt his tongue push into my mouth, invading me, owning me and in that moment I knew I wanted him.
I felt Malcolm's large hand start to knead my right breast, his fingers opened slightly so that my solid nipple rested between his fingers. He closed his fingers to pinch it hard. I winced, but the pain just added to the pleasurable sensations I was feeling.
I felt Malcolm close his legs together beneath mine and using his free hand, he moved my legs apart so that I was straddling his thighs. Slowly and deliberately he pushed his knees outward. My own legs had no option, but to follow, getting wider and wider as he spread my pussy open and presented it to the world.
I arched my back as the feeling of wantonness swept over me. Here I was a married thirtysomething spread out like some cheap slut lying in the arms of a huge black master, his property, his to use as he wanted.
Our kisses became more lustful. Tiny moans rose from my throat as I enjoyed being possessed by this man. In all my years of marriage, Mark had never made me feel owned, in fact the thought of submitting entirely to him filled me with anger and loathing. Malcolm was different, he was a proper alpha, not some petulant school boy demanding he get his own way.
Malcolm let his hand drift lower over my sex until his fingers rested on my slit. He pushed gently parting my outer lips and feeling my arousal. Gently he worked just the tips of his fingers up and down my vulva, coating them in my slick juices.
"Oh God Malcolm, that feels so good," I gasped.
Malcolm responded by easing me up his body until his thr0bbing cock nestled between the cheeks of my arse. his probing fingers worked upward also until they found the nub of my clitoris. Using one finger either side, he started to stroke and pinch my bean which responded itself by starting to harden.
I was in heaven, exposed and vulnerable, whilst being expertly masturbated toward the inevitable orgasm.
Malcolm whispered in my ear, "You ready to be penetrated?"
Just the way he said it, so technical, so detached made the whole scene even more erotic. I had read 'Fifty Shades' and for me the most erotic aspect, the bit that excited me, was Mr Gray's impersonal detachment from the pleasure and pain he was delivering. Malcolm was the same and I had never been so turned on in my life.
"Yes Master, I am ready for whatever you wish to do with me," I gasped in reply.
I felt my pussy lips part as Malcolm pushed a finger into my leaking quim. He liberally coated it in slimy secretions, before pushing a long thick digit into me. He worked it in and out for a few seconds, before adding an second finger.
I gasped out loud as his fingers stretched me. He worked them this way and that, each one probing in different areas making my pussy feel as if it was full of snakes. I was moaning loudly as he brought them together and found the rough area on the front wall of my vagina.
"Ah!" He breathed, "there you are."
He had found my G-spot and I let him no by letting out a little shriek. Slowly, crooking his fingers upward, he started to massage the rough area. Not to fast and not to pressing, just gliding his finger tips over the area listening to my breathing deepen and feeling my wetness increase.
"Oh fucking hell Malcolm, that feels amazing, harder baby, press harder."
He did and I responded by arching upward and crying out at the intense sensations passing through my lower body. He pinched my nipples again at this point reminding me that he had my whole body as his disposal. I shuddered and moaned as he increased the pressure on my G-spot my cunt, as that was what it was by now, it wasn't a pussy anymore, freely leaked thick fluid down my inner thighs.
"Oh fuck, so good, so good," I wailed.
He sped his fingers up a little and once more increased the pressure. It was like a lightening bolt hit my pelvis and the sensations doubled, no, trebled in intensity. I was crying out obscenities uncontrollably now, my head thrown back as Malcolm added biting my neck to the mix of stimuli. I could feel my body starting to quiver all my resistances broken. I wanted to be owned, to be used, I needed this man mountain to take me to the very edge of oblivion and fuck me to the very edge of life.
A feeling that I need to urinate grew as the fingers brought me closer and closer to the edge. I tried to clench, but Malcolm's insistent voice in my ear saying, "Relax baby, let it happen, let your control slip," brought me the justification to just release.
my throat constricted and a mournful wailing cry escaped my humming body, "Oh my God, I'm cumming," I screamed. My whole body convulsed, but Malcolm held me tightly. Never in my life had I squirted before, but now I was a human fountain. The orgasm ripped through me tearing me apart. How Malcolm held onto me I do not know as every nerve, every muscle, tightened and released in uncontrollable spasms.
As my peak passed, had this been Mark, not that he brought me to even a small big 'O', he would have left me to sort myself out. Not Malcolm, he gently massaged the area around my clitoris, gently probing, waiting for the moment when I could stand to have it touched again.
That moment arrived and he went back to work pinching and rubbing my bean starting the process of sending me back into orbit. His fingers probed my cunt again, found my G-spot and recommenced the onslaught. I hadn't fully recovered and here I was being driven back to another monster orgasm.
It arrived more quickly this time. My body was shaking like a jelly, gushes of pussy juice squelched out around his fingers, every nerve in my body was alive, craving stimulation. My nipples had become incredibly sensitive so that each pinch or flick induced a small feeling of climax.
The best was yet to come. As he worked my G once again, I experienced a strange sensation. Suddenly I was floating, my body was still pressed against his, but we were floating. The world had receded to the corners of my perception all I could feel, all I could hear, was my own breathing and this amazing warm feeling throughout my body. I started to orgasm once more only this time the sensation didn't stop. On and on the climax went, it became a plateau of pleasure. My body drifted in a state of pure arousal. Time stopped, reality disappeared, all that mattered was the feeling of Malcolm gently massaging my flesh, drawing my release from me.
I had no idea how long he held me at the point I had reached, but suddenly I became aware that his fingers had speeded up and the pressure was more insistent. Somewhere, I have no idea where from as I was already massively overly stimulated, a new level of pleasure emerged driving me toward an even bigger orgasmic climax. I lay my head back and screamed, "Oh fuck, yes Malcolm, Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Oh God darling, this is it, own meeeeee....."
I came, hard! The intensity was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I gushed and gushed, my pussy turned into a creamy mess. Malcolm's fingers were dripping as my dam broke. Convulsions took me over the edge and plunged me down into a world of flashing lights and a roaring sound like a thousand waterfalls. I wanted to draw my knees up and curl into a foetal ball, but Malcolm's legs held me spread out. I could feel my vaginal walls pulsing, pure, hot, fire spread through my pelvis. I howled like an animal panting and straining as the sensations overwhelmed me.
On and on it went. The world receded to a little red dot and I must have blacked out momentarily. Malcolm was caring and held me as my body returned to the here and now. Tears of joy and pleasure ran down my cheeks and I turned to kiss him.
"Thank you baby, I just, well I....." I stammered.
"Hush darling, just enjoy the moment," he whispered.
I lay in his arms. I suddenly realised in total shock that I had just been sated and that at no point had he used his cock to penetrate me. "Oh my God," I gasped, if that was the foreplay, what the fuck are you going to do to me next."
Malcolm sniggered behind me, "I'm going to show you what you have been missing and by the end of tonight, you will wonder why you have wasted so many years on a man who only wants you like he wants his golf clubs or his sports car."
I lay back and let Malcolm enfold me, protest me and make me feel safe. Suddenly I was very aware of my nakedness and my exposure. I turned to my lover and said in a low voice, "Malcolm, please take me somewhere private. Take me somewhere we can just be together you and I whilst we make love."
"Sure baby, lets go find another room," He agreed.
What a mad day. At 3:00pm that afternoon, I had been waiting for the return of my selfish husband. Now at 11:30pm, I was about to completely smash my marriage vows, with a man I already loved more than I ever loved Mark, and I was happy, happier than I had ever been. That happiness was about to go up several notches and my life was about to change forever. |
