In the Desert Heat (closed)

[BlueCollarGirl]

When he bent me over, the fear turned palpable. Oh God, he's going to fuck me! I didn't know if that was a reward or a punishment, given his size. Maybe a bit of both.

He rubbed the tip of his cock against my soaked sex and I trembled. Then it penetrated me, a stretch beyond what I thought I would ever feel. I inhaled sharply, a loud hiss in the otherwise silent room, before panic took over.

As he inched his way forward, I whimpered as I hyperventilated. It was like being torn apart! And yet, my body responded. I had already prepared the way for him. Now that this was actually happening, my pussy grew slicker.

Then his voice again. "Relax. Breathe."

And so...I did. It was strange how just a few words from him cut through the hysteria in my mind. I was here to serve him, to be "kesh". He wasn't going to do anything to kill me, or even damage me, unless I did something even more egregious than I already had.

That didn't mean taking in his enormous member was suddenly easy. I still felt stuffed. But it not longer freaked me out. In fact, now that my body was adjusting to his shallow thrusts, it felt good.

Gaining a touch of confidence, and acknowledging that his cock wasn't going to tear me apart, I began to push backwards to meet his movements, taking him a little deeper each time.

 

[saedo]

The kesh tensed against me as I forced the blunt cockhead inside. Her pussy was incredibly tight, despite her size advantage relative to Hatari women. The exotic rumors about these Western females were proving more true than I expected.

But her initial resistance faded slightly after I made a few short strokes. The kesh was still tight, but no longer seemed to be actively straining against the intrusion. After a minute or so, she seemed almost welcoming me to go deeper.

Still, she was being almost unnaturally quiet. Occasionally she'd whimper or sigh. Once she moaned, but soon stopped. I could hear the squish of her canal better than her own voice.

I realized that might be my own doing. I had rather stressed the importance of obedience and speaking only Perhaps I had overly emphasized that in her mind.

Now nearing the halfway mark, I reached across her bare back and grasped the locks of her hair. I pulled backward steadily until she glanced back over her shoulder and made eye contact. "You do not need to be so quiet, kesh," I informed her with a smile. "Not when we make the beast with two backs."