Stings of a Puppet (Closed for BlondeAmbition4RP)

"Oh fuck, Walter!" Elle moans out as his tongue presses down upon her hard little clit.

God, the things that he could do to her with that mouth! The combined sensations of him sucking and pressing against it already had her on edge. That combined with the feel of his hands upon her breast, rubbing on her nipples, she didn't know how much more she would be able to take.

As he continued she writhed and squirmed upon the piano, her hands splaying out upon the top of it before moving between her legs to grip his hair as her moans of pleasure filled the recording room. Soon she felt her body tensing, her thighs trembling and then clenching tighter around his head.

"Oh shit!.. Oh god baby, I'm... oh.. ooohhhhhhh!!"

Her eyes fell shut, her head falling back as her body arched and spasmed, her release overtaking her as she came against his mouth.
 
His hands grip her breast firmly as holds Elle's clit btween his lips, massaging it with his tongue as he rides her orgasm out on his mouth.

Walter loosens his hold on her breast, rubbing and caressing them as he leaves her moist slit. He kisses her inner thigh, moving his way up her luscious legs as he does. Both hands now flat against her thighs, moving up to her knees as he continues to kiss his way up her legs.

He smiles down at Elle as she lays back on the black polished surface of the piano. Watching as her cest rises and falls with each deep breath. Wlater quickly removes his jacket the unbuttons his shirt. He pulls his arms free of each sleeve before tossing it in an unknown direction.

"This piano is a little to high" he tells her as he leans down, kissing her cleavage.

His hands lift her from under her shoulders, pulling her upwards to his bare chest. He agains lifts her, holding her firm against him as he turns and walks the couple steps to the large sofa against the wall. Laying Elle down on the soft material.

Reluctantly, he removes his mouth from her lips, sitting up to a knee on the sofa. Walter quickly buckles his belt causing the metal buckle to clang loudly before moving to the button.

His muscles flex as he pushes his slacks down his thighs. His very hard cock straining against the material of his boxer briefs. Walter's eyes remain fixed on Elle's beautiful naked body lying beneath him.
 
Starting to regain her breath, Elle smiled as Walter commented on the height of the piano and lifted her upward to him, her breasts pressing into his now bare chest as she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried her the short distance over to the couch and laid her down.

The slight smile remained on her face as she watched him unfasten his belt, a shiver of excitement and anticipation running down her spine in response to the clanging sound it made before he unfastened his slacks as well and pushed them downward. She looked up at him, eyeing the sight of him and his cock straining against his boxer briefs appreciatively. She wondered if he had any idea just how sexy he looked in that moment.

Her smile growing slightly, she moved herself up to a sitting position. Her eyes turned upward and watching him, she supported herself with one hand upon the couch while the other reached up and trailed her fingertips down the length of his erection through the boxer briefs, caressing it softly for a moment before leaning forward and kissing it through the cloth.
 
Her lips touch his aching cock over the thin material. Despite the cotton barrier, the warm of her breath and softness of her lips were apparent. His cock twitched and hardened more against his underwear.

"Uuugggg" escaped his throat involuntarily.

Walters hand moves to her hair, taking a large amount into his palm tight. His eyes opening following that initial surge of intoxicating desire that flooded over him. He holds her face firm against his hard stomach, his free hand pulling the loose strains of hair from her face.

A small moist spot forms on his underwear as his need for her grows and swells. The heat of her moist breath washing up his body. The tender but firmness of her lips on his encased cock drives him further and further.

"Oohhh fuck" he softly says.

Walter reaches for the waist band of his boxer briefs, pulling them down with some needed force. His long, hard cock bends and strains downward, caught inside the fabric, before springing upwards. Now free and bare against the flesh of her face.
 
Elle had felt a thrill of excitement run through her as Walter's hand had moved to her hair and gripped it tight, her gaze remaining upward and on him as he'd held her against him and she'd felt the small spot of moisture appear and grow, the corners of her full lips tilting upwards. When he reached down to the waist of his boxers she leaned back just enough to let him pull them down, but she did not pull away, her smile growing as his long, hard cock sprang free before her.

"Mmmm..." she sighed, her hot breath brushing against it as she brought her lips to it again, the cotton fabric of his boxer briefs no longer in her way.

She pressed her lips against the tip with a kiss, her one hand wrapping around the base to steady it for her while her other hand continued to prop her up against the couch. She began to stroke it softly as her lips were followed by her tongue as it traced over his slit, tasting his precum.
 
Walter's hand tightened in her hair. He presses downward on his boxer even more as the wave of sensations washed over him.

"Ooohhh fuck," be moans out, his head falling back to his shoulders.

He pushes his hips forward, wanting her to take him inside her warm, inviting mouth. Her moist breath moving over his long cock. He soft wet lips kissing and tasting him seductively. His body and thoughts fill with lust for her.

Walter removes his jacket with earnest, dropping it beside the couch at his foot. He works the buttons on his shirt. The simple task of unbuttoning a shirt takes a backseat to his current desires it appears. He pulls the shirt open with the remaining three buttons popping free and landing across the room. Yanking it from each arm, Walter tosses it across the room before returning his full attention to Elle.

His hands find their way back to her hair, one on either side. Walter looks down at Elle as she intimately kisses his the tip of his cock. His fingers dig in, entwining her long hair into his grasp.

He moves his forwards once more, only this time he holds her steady in his grip.
 
Elle did not pull her lips away from the head of Walter's cock, but a definite smile could be seen playing at the edges of her lips and shining in the depths of her eyes at the sound of Walter's moan and the frantic way that he'd removed his clothes shortly after. When he reached down and placed his hands within her hair again, his fingers digging in, she felt another shiver of excitement run down her spine.

His hips pushed forward again as his hands held her steady, but she definitely wasn't trying to pull away. Knowing all too well what it was that he wanted of her, she happily parted her lips for him and welcomed him into his warm and waiting mouth. Her lips sliding around the head of his cock as he pushed into her.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned softly around him, her eyes looking upwards at him as her hand moved to rest against his hip.
 
With a low groan, he pulls holds her hair tight inside his fist as he pushes his forward. Feeling his cock touch the back of her throat, Walter pulls her head towards him, feeling the tip of his thick cock slip just a little down her throat.

"Ooohhhhh...Fuck" his words rumble from deep in his chest.

He pulls Elle's mouth slowly back up the length of his cock. His eyes fixated on her gorgeous face. A repositioning of his hands, her hair woven thru his spread fingers as he craddles her head inside both palms. With slow, easy movements of his hips, Walter begins to stroke his cock within her mouth.

His gaze fixed down at Elle as his tempo increases. His strong hands gripping and releasing her hair. Inaudible mumbles and moans escape his lips. He is fairly certain Elle is not accustom to relinquishing her control, her confidence over every situation. Atleast that is how he saw her, and honestly what attracted him to her further. Does he dare press his luck?

Walter tempts fate as his large, strong hands slide behind her head a little further before pushing deep into her mouth, hold her in place. He pauses, his thick cock twitches at her throat. "Uuuuggggg...Fuck Yeah."
 
Elle had given a muffled moan as Walter's tempo had increased, his hands holding her head firmly in place as he had worked his cock in and out of her mouth, her big blue eyes looking up at him and watching the pleasured expressions play across his face as his thickness stretched her soft, pink lips wide around him. When he pushed himself deeper and held himself in place she made another muffled sound, but she did not pull away.

Walter was right in his assumptions that she was not used to relinquishing control like this. With her level of celebrity she was very much used to being the one giving orders, even in the bedroom. Intimidated by her star power, it was rare that guys were so bold with her. She was surprised by how confident and in control Walter seemed in this moment, and when they'd had sex before, but she certainly wasn't upset or disappointed by it. Quite the opposite. She found it thrilling, and sexy as hell. She didn't think she had ever been so turned on by a man.

Her breath control as a singer helping her, she let him hold her in place even as she began to gag slightly as he pushed back into her throat, her grip on his hip tightening.
 
With a final pause, Walter pull free of Elle's lips. A long strand of saliva bridges between them before breaking. He leans down, his hands still in her hair as he tilts her blue eyes to him. With a single hand, he wipes the stream from her lips and chin across her cheek. His mouth joins her's in an animalistic hunger.

Elle's mouth warm and inviting to his own. Her lips taste of what remains of the lipstick she wore. Grabbing her wrist from his hips, Walter lifts them as he pushes her down on the couch with his kiss. Her arms held secure over her head, pinned to the armrest of the sofa.

Walter lifts himself over her, her hands tight in the palm of a hand. He smiles into her eyes, playfully leaning down, biting at her lip. He reaches down between them as he presses his hand firmly between Elle's thighs.

He adores the sudden reaction on her face, gripping her wrist tighter. He works his fingers in a small circle over her tiny clit, feeling it move and slip beneath his touch. He studies her eyes, her movement under him. He quickens the pace of his hand, feeling her wetness grow more and more before he stops.

Walter's lips meets her's again, gently this time while keeping his hold on her hands.

"You have never looked more beautiful than you do at this moment." He speaks, not lifting his mouth more than an inch from Elle's.
 
"I'm sure I'm a hot mess," Elle replied breathily with a smirk, trying to use a bit of humor to disguise how vulnerable she suddenly felt in that moment as he looked at her.

She felt exposed in more way than one. Naked and writhing beneath him as his hand had played upon her clit, her pussy wet and still aching for his touch, arching upwards to his hand and begging for him to continue.

Gone were the designer clothes she'd been wearing before. Her Chanel lipstick and her own saliva smeared upon her face. Her previously perfectly styled long blonde locks now mussed from his fingers within it. She knew she must look a wreck, not a bit like the perfectly pulled together pop star she was used to always portraying... but he called her beautiful, and when she looked in his eyes she could see that he meant it.

She felt something within her shift. A bit of that wall that she always felt she had to keep up between herself and others crack and chip away. Lifting her head a fraction, she brushed her lips softly against his own as her hands gently pulled against his grasp, longing to touch him.
 
He teasingly kept his lips a fraction away from her's. Feeling everything she wanted through her warm breath. "Nonsense" he whispered to her, "I've never wanted you more."

Her hips arching to his touch, now gentle and soft. He feels her pull against his grip. He closes his fist tighter, refusing her return to control. He smiles again before lightly licking her lip with just the tip of his tongue. "No. I said I wanted you."

Speaking those words, he slips a single finger inside her moist pussy, pushing it deep until it is fully inside her. Walter sits up a little over her, applying his weight to her wrist. His hard cock over her stomach as small amounts of pre cum drip to her skin.

He starts working his finger in and out, twisting just a bit. His pace quickening the wetter she becomes. "You want another?" His eyes locked on Elle's blue eyes. "I want you to ask."
 
Elle had smiled as well as she had felt Walter's grip tighten around her wrists and his tongue flick over her lip, her eyebrow arching slightly with a bit of surprise at his playful refusal to release her as well as her obvious desire to kiss him. She wasn't used to being told no.

When he slipped his finger into her she groaned, biting her full bottom lip and arching up against his hand again as he pushed it fully within her and began to work it within her. She shifted upon the couch beneath him, needing to feel more of him. When he asked if she wanted him to insert another finger she quickly nodded. When his eyes locked with hers and he demanded she ask for it aloud she was once more surprised but felt a tingle run down her spine in response.

"I want another," she breathed.
 
A smile appears on his face as he slowly pulls his finger crom inside you. "Yeah?" Walter playfully ask, kissing her soft lips with only a peak.

Two fingers parts her wet lips, moving them up and down her slit. He eases the two fingers inside her, slowly pushing in until his palm rest against her clit. He can feel his cock ach with his need for her to touch him, to feel her soft hands wrapped around his thick, veiny cock.

With small movements of his fingers, his palm pressed against her, Walter releases his hold on her wrist. He quickly takes her jaw in his hand holding her face steady and on him.

He kisses her again, this time a little more purposeful and less playful. Lifting his mouth from Elle's, he watches her face, the way her eyes react and the position of her lips as he starts stroking his two fingers inside her pussy.

The pace quickens as his fingers cand be heard inside her. The palm strikes against her sensitive little clit ring out. He leans back down, bites at her lower lip, "Cum for me. Cum for me now"
 
"Yeah?"

Elle smiled and nodded again in response to the playful question. When he slid the one finger from within her and replaced it with two, sliding them over her slit before pressing them inside, she released another groan. He released her wrists then but took hold of her jaw instead, keeping her face on him as he kissed her and then watched her face as her pupils grew dark with pleasure and her lips parted with heavy breaths at the feel of his fingers stroking within her s pussy.

His pace quickened, making her grip the armrest above her head tightly as she felt the pressure building within her and moaned out in pleasure. Her body writhing and arching beneath him, pressing herself up against his palm as it struck against her clit, one of her hands moving to the back of his head as he leaned back down and bit her lip and gripping his hair.

"Cum for me. Cum for me now"

The deep command of his voice thrilled her to no end, tipping her over her breaking point as she tightened around his fingers.

"Oh fuck," she breathed with a gasp as her hips jerked against his hand and she felt herself tip over the edge, her body rigid and her thighs trembling as she released a moan and came hard around his fingers.
 
As her orgasm took a hold of her, and with her final exclamation, Walter oinned his mouth to Elle's, feeling and tasting her orgasmic bliss as it escapes it chest.

His fingers press deep inside her, holding steady against her pussy as he curls the two within her, coaxing all she would give him.

Feeling it subside, Walter lifts his mouth from her's, kissing her once, then twice before sitting up further. Removing his fingers slowly and lifting them to his his mouth, he sucks both fingers at once as he looks down on her.

He lipstick is smeared around her lips, eyes running black underneath. Her hair twisted and knotted as her skin had turned red from the grasp of his hands.

A loud pop as his fingers are pulled from his mouth. "You truely are gorgeous."

He lays down, half on the sofa, half on her. His solid cock pressing against her thigh. He kisses her cheek, then nibbles her earlobe. "You have only a moment to catch your breath" he whispers into her ear. "I want to be inside you."
 
Her chest still rising and falling with her heavy breaths, her skin flushed and growing dewy from the second orgasm that he had given her that evening, Elle felt another tingle run over her at the feel of Walter nibbling her ear and then his hot breath tickling her skin. She smiled in response to his words and laughed softly as she shifted onto her side a little to face him more, her leg draping over his as she turned her head and gave him a kiss.

"So demanding," she murmured against his lips with a smirk as her hand snaked downwards to where his cock pressed against her thigh.

Wrapping her fingers around its thickness, she began to stroke softly.
 
A soft exhale passes his lips as your hand wraps around him. "Mmm, you liked that...demanding?" He softly says, kissing her lips softly.

Walter slowly slides from her side. He keeps his lips on hers the best he could. His right hand spanks her ass playfully, but with a bit of sting to it before he grabs her ass and motions for her to lay on her stomach.

"Lay down, on your stomach" he tells her as stands beaide the couch now.

Her back is smooth and shiny from her sweat. Walter runs a finger down the length of Elle's spine, watching her subtle movements as he does. Geabbing her hair, holding her face towards the couch, he slowly lowers himself onto her. A knee to her left, the other between her legs.

With a free hand on the back of the sofa, Walter leans down, his thick, hard cock pressing into thigh. His mouth touches the back of Elle's neck, kissing the licking her soft skin. Kisses fall on her spine, from her neck to her ass, practically kissing and licking each vertebrae.

His mouth returns to her ear, a quick nip at it before whisper in a deel, lustful tone. "I don't what part of you taste better?"

Walters cock is as hard and as big as it has ever been. It is completely full of lust and want for her. Lifting his leg, he pushes her's together before straddling her, lifting her hips upwards with his hand. His cock rest on top of her thighs, moving upwards with a shift of his body. Placing his fingers on the head of his cick, Walter presses down, feeling himself slip inside her tight pussy.
 
Elle shivered as she felt Walter's finger run down the length of her spine, her body shifting upon the couch. She let out a soft breath as he gripped her hair, holding her in place as he positioned himself above her, then let out another as he began to kiss down her spine. As his mouth moved back up to her ear she shivered at his nip and the sound of his whisper, his words bringing a small smile to her lips.

Anticipation filling her as she felt him shifting his position again, she more than happily let him maneuver her into the position he wished. As she felt his cock move upon her thighs she breathed again, then groaned as he pressed down and began to slip inside of her.

"Oh fuck," she breathed as she felt him stretching her, her eyes closing and her head dipping forward as she gripped the couch cushions before her.
 
Head hangs low as his hair falls against her back. With a low, eye closing moan, the pure sensation of sliding inside hercasues his muscles to tense.

Walter's fingers dig into the rear cushion of the sofa, the other slides up Elle's back before reaching around and grasping her neck. He lifts her head back up, pulling her upwards and causing her back to sink a little. He kisses her face, while holding firmly to her throat with his large hand.

A short incomplete withdrawal, his hips press back downwards and sliding deeper inside her, burying himself completely. His hand tightens for a moment as a warm voice brushed her ear. "Oh god" carried across his breath.

Slow but deliberately he begins moving his hips, back and forth. His thick cock stroking the walls of her wet pussy, further and further each time. Walter's hand holds her head firm just below her chin, keeping her face up. He leans forward, looks into Elle's eyes as he thrust suddenly harder than he had previously, biting down on his lower lip as he does.
 
The feel of his hair tickling against her back. The sound of his following moan. Elle could not help but moan out softly herself.

She shivered as she felt his hand slide up her back and then grasp her neck, her eyes closing and her lips parting with a sigh as he held it back and kissed her face, her back arching further and another breath escaping her as he pushed deeper and she felt his hand tighten for a moment.

As his hips began to move and his cock stroked within her she moaned softly again, her eyes opening to look up at him with desire darkened pupils as his hand remained below her chin and holding her face up to look at him as he leaned forward over her. As he suddenly thrust harder her eyes widened as they looked up into his own, her full lips parting with a silent 'O' before releasing a whimper of pleasure.
 
Beads of perspiration form on his brow, wetting his hair before falling to the smooth skin of her back. His thrust remain deep and intense as he leans forward more, pulling her back to a little further.

"Uugggg...fuck" he deeply groans before kissing then pulling at her lower lip with his teeth.

Walter wraps his free arm around her waist and sits back, pulling her back on top of him, but away from him. His feet on the floor, with her's between them, Walter grabs Elle's hips and pulls her down on his lap. Reaching up, he twist her hair within his fingers and pulls her back against his chest.

His mouth licks and kisses her neck as he holds her close to him. His free hand slides over her thigh, parting her legs as it moves up to wetness.

His mouth on her shoulder, teeth pressed against her tender flesh, he rocks his hips back and forth as two fingers press firmly against her stiff little clit. It rolls beneath his fingers as he draws small circles over it. Elle's hair firm in his hand as he thrust up into her from underneath.
 
Elle's soft whimper of pleasure had turned into a throaty moan as Walter had continued to thrust deeply into her before stopping to kiss her and then re-positioning her again. She made no protest as he pulled her back by her hair against him. In fact, a slight wanton smile could be seen playing upon her lips before they parted with an exhaled breath as he began to lick and kiss upon her neck, her thighs eagerly parting for him as he coaxed them wider with his hand.

She gasped as his fingers found her wetness and she felt his teeth pressing into her shoulder at the same time as he began to rock his hips against her and roll her sensitive and swollen clit beneath his fingers. When he held firm to her hair and thrust up into her she groaned.

"Oh God," she breathed, her body splayed back against his own.

She rested her head back against him, her eyes closing in bliss as she arched her lower back and pressed back against his thrusts.
 
Walter's arm wrapped around her chest, holding her against him. His deep breaths washing over her neck and shoulders. He can see the viens in Elle's protruding as his lips kissed each one. His fingers continue to rub her pussy, but slower now and in much larger circles. With each one, he can feel the shaft of hard cock sliding in and out of her depths. A bite here, lick and kiss there.

His hand reaches up, grabbing her neck just below the chin. Holding her head back against him, he stares into her face, the look of passion and lust catches his gaze. His thrust go deeper, the pace quickens as his palm now lays against her pussy. His middle and ring finger either side of his cock.

A deep moaning exhale brushes her ear, "Cum for me baby" he whispered into her ear.
 
His arm holding her in place and his hand now pressing flat against her pussy pinning her to him there as well, it was hard for Elle to continue to rock or press back against Walter as his cock slid and out of her, his quicker pace and deeper thrusts making her gasp and moan out in ecstasy, his whispered command for her to cum making her subconsciously clench tighter around him, her thighs beginning to tremble slightly.

"Ohhh fuck..." she whimpered.

Despite him having already made her cum more than once that night, she felt herself on the brink once more. She gave in, her body simply laying back against him and receiving all of the pleasure that he was giving her. With a final gasp and an exhaled moan she came, her body tensing and spasming within his hold as the waves and jolts of her release ran through her.
 
Back
Top