FuckFantasy
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It's the only desire he could have. To fuck her just like this. And the music changed. An odd choice. Was this a workout mix?
All My Life, By the Foo Fighters.
The guitar hit, and his hips followed it. The hard simple line. Like a heart beat. three short notes, droned out, three quick simple thrusts. Bouncing her body up as he held her hands. the opening lyrics, Dave Grohl's voice growling trough the air.
All my life I've been searching for somethin'
Somethin' never comes, never leads to nuthin'
Nothin' satisfies, but I'm gettin' close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
His voice followed, as the rhythm picked up slightly, and his hands went to her hips. making the sharp triad of thrusts, quicker and harder more in beat. His voice growled out too, matching the intensity.
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around, and it's taken away
Leaves me with the feelin' that I fear the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost.
He knows the next part. The music explodes, picking up it's intensity. the guitar twice as fast as it was before. the lyrics a scream. His body picks up as well. Motion. Grabbing her and spinning her atop his cock. So she's riding in reverse cowgirl, His hand on her wrist and against her throat. Her little body nothing more than a hole that gets plowed with each guitar lick. Bounced with each drum beat. Savaged with each lyric.
"Calm down, don't you resist." A quick three bounces. Matching the guitar. "You've such a delicate wrist." The words whispered in her ear, his hand twisting her arm, giving just the first small taste of pain, as he pulls her atop him. Her body lying down back to his chest, while his cock thunders into her gaping cunt twice with the heavy drum. "And if I give it a twist. Something to hold when I lose my grip." His hands clutch holding her thigh, her throat. Pinning her down for the next series of explosive pounding thrusts. Slaves to the rhythm of the rock pounding their ears like he pounded her abused pussy.
He whispered along, His lips close to her ear. "Will I find something in there," His fingers teasing her clit, stroking the little nub, only hairs away from where his shaft tore into her. "To give it just what it needs.", His cock picked up a moment, de-syncing, before punching forward and withdrawing too far. Almost slipping out of her, as he finally thrust it back inside. Exactly what she needed. "Another reason to bleed. One by one, Hidden up my sleeve. One by one, Hidden up my sleeve." His cock spasmed. Twitching, a trick he could do. making it shake when he thrust. Entering her on the lyric. One, a thrust. By one. Another thrust. On and on. One by One.
Hey, don't let it go to waste
I love it but, I hate that taste
Weight keeping me down
His body arched with the chorus holding deep, impaling her completely on the held note, as he drove through the chorus his body keeping time to the song. Matching various tempos, the drumline, the guitar, Dave's growling vocals. His fingers and hands Touching her breasts. teasing her nipples. Running her body. Strumming her clit. Playing her like a guitar himself. Holding her slender neck, while his fingers softly shredded across the strings of her clit, or played high on the subtle points of her nipples, and breasts. Every motion in tune, his body at a fever pitch while he let the music drive them.
He growled as he began to sing to her again. The music coming to it's slower point. The chorus about to beat up. His smile invisible to her, but plain to him as he noticed the symbolism. "If I get any closer," And he was close. It would be a challenge to finish the song, the way her tight folds gripped him. "And if you open up wide." His legs spread hers as he looked for purchase, traction against the ruined bed spread, His feet clawing it up, as he threw her legs open to tip her up, and push further into her. "And if you let me inside" As if she could resist. Her body open to him completely as he heard her moan, scream, and want him. "On and on, I've got nuthin' to hide. On and on, I've got nuthin' to hide." Hot. Pounding. Impossible for her to be so wet. So willing, so utterly open as he fucked her. Playing her so willingly. Moaning for him.
Done, done; on to the next one
Done, done, and I'm on to the next one
Done, done, and I'm on to the next one
Done, done, and I'm on to the next one
The music slowed, and he did to, his body needing the time, as his throat was raw. He was so close, the chorus hit him as the music resumed it's fever pitch. His thrusts picking up following the the screams. The pounding rhythm. Following every throaty growl as he howled along finally, at the end. The song crashing to a close as I realized how done he was. Her body a far away sensation, as he felt her cum, and realized he couldn't do anything but join her.
"Oh fuck. Done. I'm done." The lyrics die from then on, His mouth unable to keep the stream going, as he felt himself begin to shoot. The double tap of guitar and drums at the end of the song signaling his explosion. His crashing climax with her. "Sweet fuck. You're gonna milk me dry you cum hungry little cock slut. Jesus you're so fucking tight, I feel like I'm gonna rip you open when I cum. Fuck can you feel that from your whore. Feel how thick and hot his jizz is?" The room is silent but for the sounds of their bodies, and his hot semen begins to unload into her gasping snatch. He thrusts anyway keeping her going. Keeping her fucked, well and thoroughly as scalding streams of seed fill her. Blast and spatter against the walls of her clenching cunt.
"Oh I'm gonna fill you. And then fuck it out of you. Make you squirt it back down, and you are going to smear your fingers and lick it up. I know you are just like the jizz sucking little slut you are." His orgasm continued. A volcano of his jizz. The last few earth shattering clench of his balls as she milked him completely dry, filling her enough that it flowed out over his cock on the last burying thrust. He stayed rooted inside her. "Oh. fuck." He gasped. "Oh my beautiful bitch. That was perfect. One hopes you enjoyed it too."
His arms wrapped around her as he held her close. Exhausted, sated, unable to move. And as he thought for a moment. Defeated. Oh but that was a good loss.
"Perfect..." came a breathless, stunned echo. Her body, every square inch of skin, was soaked with sweet sweat and sticky cum. Seed and juice mingled and spilled all over her thighs, the crack of that moon-shaped ass, and perfumed her gaping wet holes. Her lungs burned, and her voice was shot. He'd sang to her. Fucking SANG to her. Serenaded his cumslut through a rip-roaring trio of orgasms, the one that hit her during the chorus serving as the most cataclysmic. Her only response had been to scream, to beg for more, to profane her love for his cock, as she clung to him inside the locked room.
Tousled head hit the pillow with a heavy thud. Nobody had ever taken her before. There had been men. And now there was this man. Her new favorite whore, who'd made HER the plaything, the cum-sucking slut on her knees. He'd lost his cool, and she'd about lost her sanity, after a championship fuck round in which two bodies furiously slapped, bucked, and ground into one another, for hours on end. Dirty vixen had convinced him to break the rules, to give into her lusty greed. And in return, he'd given her an explosion of passion and pleasure that shimmered over her body so fiercely, she could practically see it. In the end, he'd leave thinking she was the victorious one, never knowing how triumphant he'd looked as she gave herself to him so fully.
She wriggled her hips, feeling his prick stuffed deep inside of her. That once tight, cute cunt had been permanently stretched out as a result of all the lewd cock pistoning. And her pussy was oozing cum, buckets of it, hot and steamy and sweet. Teeth marks marred the beautiful flesh of that perky behind. And she'd actually bit down onto her own beautiful lower lip until it bled deep crimson. She could taste it in her mouth, along with his cum, and the juices of hers he'd deposited inside with his tongue.
Blonde fuck doll was truly, utterly, completely wrecked.
It had been money well spent.
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