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Part 3 - Mother Tongue
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I stepped out of the hot shower and dried myself off. When I was finished, I turned to appraise my naked body in the steamed mirror. I looked at my curves, satisfied with my slim, feminine figure. I hefted one C-cup breast before letting it fall. My tits had always attracted a lot of male attention, and I was already certain Billy liked them.
I turned to view myself in profile. Despite my petite frame and flat stomach, I had a nicely rounded ass. Not bad, I thought. I was satisfied with my shaven pussy too.
After blowdrying and styling my hair, I applied some light makeup and a sultry red lipstick, which contrasted nicely with my skin. The color also complimented the black negligee hanging by the bathroom door. Once I had slipped into it and a pair of red stilettos, I looked towards the mirror one last time.
I almost didn't recognise myself at first. My mind just registered a young, sexy Chinese girl. I was reminded, dressed as I was, of those pop-up ads for camgirls.
I had to admit... I looked fucking HOT!
Despite my growing nervousness, I felt so sexy. I winked and blew a kiss to the nymphet in the mirror before turning off the light.
I was finally ready...
I had been eagerly anticipating this evening, and it seemed that suddenly it was here.
There was a sharp knock on the door of my apartment. I looked through the peep hole into the corridor beyond.
It was him...
I subconsciously bit my lip. I began to feel that familiar heat, along with a surge of nervous energy. I felt like a child waiting to open a birthday present.
With a small smile, I realized I was the present.
I opened the front door of my apartment and simply stood there, feeling sultry and powerful. I stared at Billy, silently challenging him. He was wearing smart black trousers and a crisp white shirt, rolled up to the elbows. When he saw me, his eyes went wide with surprise. He leered at me, his eyes dwelling on my cleavage. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him roughly inside before slamming the door shut.
Within a few minutes, he had practically ripped the negligee off me. We kissed passionately, our hands groping each other wildly. He grabbed my ass and squeezed as I felt his erection pushing against me. It was a thrill to know how excited I made him.
Soon, Billy's naked body was grinding on top of mine as we lay on my bed. He nursed my exposed tits like a hungry baby. It felt divine. I had waited for this since the first day I saw his huge dick forming a one-man tent on the massage table. I felt it graze my slick pussy lips as we worked our bodies together. He gripped his shaft and gradually teased his giant cock into my wet cunt, inch by inch. I sighed deeply as I felt a man fill me completely for the first time. It was even better than I had imagined.
I knew I would be a slave to this newly discovered bliss, a feeling that only Billy could provide. My eyes rolled back in my head, I wouldn't have been surprised if they crossed. The pleasure was almost too much.
"Oh God, Billy!" I panted. "It feels so fucking GOOD!"
He proudly smiled down at me. "I've been thinking about you all week! My dick has been iron since you blew me. Now I'm gonna fuck you 'til you beg me to stop."
I looked up into his eyes defiantly.
"And... what if I don't tell you to stop?" I cooed.
He leaned down and kissed me deeply as he increased the tempo of his rutting. I moaned into his mouth. I was so aroused I could hardly focus. I clutched his back with both hands, dragging my nails over his skin.
I softly bit his earlobe before whispering to him. "Oh Billy, fuck me! Give me your big dick! Use my pussy! I want to make you cum again and again, anywhere you want!"
"... Anywhere?"
"Anywhere, sir... My pussy, my tits, my mouth, my ass... Do whatever you want with me." When I finished expressing my desire to please him, he grunted with primal satisfaction.
He knew I was his.
I couldn't believe what a slut I was for this hunk. I had fucked my dildo every night thinking about this moment, usually with my not-so-distant admirer looking on. I was practically drunk on Billy, the mental image of his big cock was enough to weaken my knees. I felt like his scent alone could turn me on. I had no desire to refuse whatever he wanted from me. I sought to please him more than any woman ever had before. I hoped that maybe he would see me as more than just a fuck buddy... although, to be honest, I would likely be more than content with that.
I caressed his powerful pecs, moving my hands to squeeze his large biceps. "Oh my, sir! You are so strong! I couldn't resist you... even if I wanted to." I said softly, with feigned helplessness.
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. I bit my lip lasciviously as I stared into his eyes. He began to rail my pussy, filling me as he fucked me roughly.
I thought about how clumsy and weak my ex boyfriend had been in bed. He couldn't hold a candle to this white stallion...
"You want to cum in my pussy, sir?" I asked, almost challenging him. I realized that the thought turned me on.
With gritted teeth, he pushed my wrists harder into the mattress. It hurt a little... but I liked it too.
"I'm not on birth control, sir." I said nonchalantly. "If you fill my cunt with your cum, I could get pregnant..." The thought was a wicked one. Who knew? Maybe our son would also be blessed with a huge member.
He stopped fucking me and scanned my face for a sign that I was joking. When he realized I was being candid, he said softly "You want my cum in your pussy, slut?"
"Of course not, sir! I'm a good girl! Please, please don't shoot your hot load inside my dripping, wet pussy sir!" My hands slid down to grip his ass, and my legs locked around him. I slowly licked my lips, every part of my body daring him to impregnate me.
He smiled and I felt his dick move ever-so-slightly inside of me. I looked up at him with a naive expression, acting the gullible bimbo. With one fingertip, I began to circle his tight asshole.
"You are going to pull out before you cum in my cunt, aren't you sir?..."
He groaned loudly and I felt him push in and out of me again, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the act. I could feel my own orgasm approaching. I hoped we would cum together.
"Mr. Edwards?..." I continued, basking in the power I had to arouse him so.
The tip of my finger eased into his ass as he pounded my pussy. I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel. He sighed as I teased him.
"Do you like that, sir?" I purred.
"Yessssss!... you kinky little bitch!"
"Mmmmmmm!... Anything you want, sir. Just tell me."
He faltered, and I was somewhat surprised to notice a struggle behind his eyes. "You sure about that?..." he asked cautiously.
I nodded eagerly.
"I always wanted a girl to..." he began.
"... Yes?" I pouted innocently, batting my eyelashes at him.
