“Would you fuck a slime girl?”
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I moaned as he threaded his fingers through my hair and his cock slid into my pussy. I was already wet for him; fuck, I was always wet for him. He filled me, as we lay in bed, side by side. I could feel my eyes roll back in my head, as he rocked his hips oh-so-gently. It was a tease, I knew it. My breath caught in a shudder and I clenched. “Harder, please,” I begged.
He drew himself all the way out, and slowly pushed himself in again. “Slime girl. Tell me.”
“I don’t know.” My voice trembled with the pleasure of his cock. “Like… is it like, a one night stand, or does she want a slime relationship?”
“Let’s call it a consensual one night stand.” He continued to tease with his delicate strokes.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, Rico, please.” I tried to push back against him, but he tightened his grip, making my breath come out as a hiss.
His voice shivered along my neck. “Answer the question.”
There was only one answer that I could give. “Of course. Of fucking course.”
He rewarded me with a deep, hard stroke that bumped against my cervix.
“More. Please, do that again.” My voice was breathy.
He growled, and the sound of it made things low in my body tighten. “This?” He flipped me onto my stomach and bowed my spine with his hand still entangled in my hair. His cock slammed in and out of my clenching pussy, each ruthless stroke bottoming out with a delicious wash of almost-pain as he pounded against the sensitive entrance to my womb.
I ground my jaw. “Fuck, yes… exactly that.”
“Tell me if you would be the top or the bottom.” The sound of his voice filled me as he filled me with his cock, deeper with the resonance of his own need.
The vicious fucking made it impossible to string together a coherent thought. I could feel my body screaming toward that orgasm with every savage stroke.
“Don’t fucking cum,” he said. “Don’t you fucking cum.”
I whined.
“Need you…fucking… desperate.” Each phrase was punctuated with another brutal claiming of his own pleasure. “Top or bottom, Eliza. Tell me.”
I tried to think as he slid in and out of my wet hole, I really tried. I thought about the slime girl and where I’d want to feel all that luscious ooze. “Bottom,” I said, weak with the effort to keep from cumming, as I imagined having her pussy sliding over my face. “Fuck… bottom. Please. Please let me cum.”
“Not yet,” he spat. “Not yet.”
“I want her slimy pussy on my face. Over my mouth. I want her to ride my face and cum all over me.” The words tumbled out of me in an eager jumble. “I want to be fucking covered in it. I want to feel it slide over my lips, in my mouth, down my throat. Covered… defiled. I want to be fucking defiled.”
“Fuck, Eliza.” He picked up his pace, somehow. “Keep talking.”
I might have blushed, had I not been lost in a haze of my own need. His cock pushed me closer and closer toward my forbidden orgasm. “I want to be used. Violated.” My body twitched as I said the word. “I want every inch of me covered in her pleasure, while I stay needy and denied.”
He growled. I knew he was close.
“Keep me denied… Keep me horny while I’m smothered underneath her slime pussy.”
The timbre of his voice dropped as he let go of my hair and pushed my face against his sheets. The violence of it made me cry out, and I pushed my hips to meet his thrusts.
“I want to feel her ooze her pleasure over my tongue. Fill my mouth, fucking choke me on it…”
He roared, a primal cry as he took his last stroke and pumped his cum into my pussy. I could feel every powerful beat as he poured his orgasm into me. I imagined the thickness of his cum filling me up, and I shivered and clenched.
He hissed. “Fuck. Fuck…”
He pulled out, and I could feel it sliding down my pussy, over my aching clit. Even that small movement drew a whimper from my lips. “You can’t leave me like this. Rico, I’m so close. This isn’t fair.”
He reached underneath and dragged a finger over my clit, through the mess of his cum. “Isn’t it?”
“No, it isn’t!” I wiggled my hips, and a thought occurred to me. An awful thought. “I think… I think actually I’d want to switch.”
His teasing continued, unhurried, as he caught his breath. “Switch?”
I flipped onto my back and spread my legs. The air felt cool against the mess of his cum smeared all over my cunt. “I don’t think I could let the slime girl go, without feeling her slime tongue between my legs.”
His lips quirked, as his breathing calmed. “Really.”
This time, looking at him, I really did blush. “Mmm, I think so.” I bit my lip and lifted my hips, just a little. “I love having slime between my legs, just as much as I like a tongue on my pussy.”
“Hmm, I see.” He lowered his face and took a tentative lick across my clit.
I shuddered with the pleasure of it. “But…”
He lifted his head. “But?”
I blushed harder. “I’m imagining that there might be something in her slime that, like… keeps me from cumming. Like, she could get me within a hair’s breadth of cumming, but never push me over the edge.”
“Mmm, sounds lovely.”
“Would you fuck a slime girl?”
He licked me again, this time in one long motion, from my entrance to the top of my clit. “Definitely.”
My eyes fluttered closed as I imagined him scooping up a mouthful of his own cum, dripping from my pussy. I moaned as a fresh wave of viscous liquid oozed over my swollen, sensitive skin. A wave of goosebumps washed over me. “Oh my gods.”
He made slow, lazy circles around my clit, enough to tease, but not enough to push me over the edge. The sensations built and grew monstrous in my body, greedy and wild. With every delicate lick, I could feel liquid trickle between my nerve endings, each a cruel tease.
“I want a slime girl to ride my face, too,” he said, looking up at me with those eyes like shining quicksilver. And in one fluid motion, he flipped us over so that he was on his back, with my legs straddling his face.
My breath came in ragged gasps as I held myself above his mouth.
The tip of his tongue tormented and tantalized, until my muscles strained with the effort of not pressing myself down, against him. “Please let me cum.”
He took another torturous lick. “I thought you wanted to be denied?”
“Changed my mind,” I hissed, through clenched teeth.
“Are you sure? Sure you don’t want to be that denied little slime slut, always on the edge?”
I moaned and told him the truth. “… I don’t know. Just…I don’t know. Fuck, you make it hard to think.”
I watched his eyes become happy crescents.
He dragged his lips across my clit; the softness was unbearable. I imagined the slimy ruin of my cunt smeared across his face, and my pussy throbbed. “Please,” I begged. “Please make me cum.”
My eyes fluttered closed as he cupped his tongue to linger through his own mess. I heard the noise of his throat, before he spit everything back over my clit. The mixture of his cum and saliva and my own slickness oozed over my pussy, and I screamed for him as a torrent of fluid gushed over his lips and filled his mouth. I clenched helplessly, each slimy pulse making me grind against his face. “Fuck,” I cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Orgasm aftershocks trembled across my muscles, and I quivered bonelessly above him. I ran my fingers through his hair, as I dragged my cunt over his slippery mouth. “Slimy,” I said. “So fucking slimy.”
His tongue worked itself inside me. “We can do better. Hold still.”
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