Weekend Wake-up Call – Unholy Union




            She perched on the edge, and he knelt at her feet.  She watched him stretch each sock long, and then he tied her ankles to the cut-down legs.  “Getting a little kinky, aren’t you?” she asked.  Her stomach warmed as she tested the strength of the knots.  They gave only slightly, holding her legs wide apart.            He stood with a grin.  “Lie down.  You’ll like this.”            When she hesitated he gripped her shoulders and lowered her to the surface.  The table was hard against her buttocks and shoulders.  “I don’t know, Ash.”            “Don’t make me tie your wrists too.”            She couldn’t tell if he was joking.  She lay still as Ash pulled his turtleneck off over his head, displaying tanned, sculpted flesh.  His physique bulged in bodybuilder proportions, powerful and delicious.  Her lower regions clenched, and she forgot her worry about being tied up.            He kicked his shoes free as he unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers.  The pants slid over his thighs, quickly followed by his underwear.  Elaine licked her lips to see his thick, long sex jutting from his groin, a bead of pre-ejaculate forming at the tip.  Her arousal swelled to a demanding roar.            He bent over her and crawled up the table until his turgid length hovered over her face.  She ran eager hands over his rock-hard thighs, cupping the softness of his balls.  She rubbed them, gently scraping her fingernails over the skin.  He rewarded her with a thick growl deep in his throat.            She stroked his cock next, enjoying the silky feeling of the skin sheathing the iron of his erection.  She propped herself on one elbow to lick the salty drop waiting for her, enjoying his flavor before laying back down to the table surface.  She wrapped her hand around the base of his rod, rubbing him with gentle pressure to make him gasp.            He lowered his hips, and she opened her mouth to allow his velvety length to slide in.  He was bigger than her husband had been, filling her mouth with inches left over.  She moaned to feel the pulse of the big vein on the underside of his penis beating against her tongue.            He pumped her mouth slowly, breathing deeply.  She rubbed her tongue over the flesh moving over it, swirling over the head as he pulled back.  He grasped her wrists, pulling her grip free of his base.  He pinned her hands over her head.            “Relax your throat so you don’t gag,” he whispered.  He pushed his entire length into her mouth, down her throat.            Elaine fought the gag reflex, unable to draw breath.  He drew back, and she sucked air in through her nostrils.  Again his hips descended to her face, and she braced herself as he pressed his groin to her lips.  She jerked against his grip as he paused.            “Take it,” he groaned.  “Relax and take it all for me, Elaine.”            The urge to obey his desire swept over her, taking away her resistance.  She relaxed in his grip, surrendering to his dominance.            “Good girl,” he praised, pulling back once more, allowing her greedy lungs to inflate.  He fucked her mouth with a slow rhythm, and she adjusted her breathing to accommodate him.  The control he exerted excited her.  Her sex spasmed, and honey crept from her core.  She moaned around the thick flesh claiming her mouth.            “That’s it.  Take it all.  It looks so good, watching my whole cock disappear between your sweet lips,” he said.  “You’re beautiful, Elaine.”            She thrilled to his praise, the feeling in his tone.  She only wished there were two of him, so she might have another cock filling her aching pussy.            “You’ve been a good girl, taking such care of me.  Let’s see what I can do for you now.”
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