Take Me Away (Closed)

Nichole was overwhelmed. He was enjoying it far more than she thought possible. All this from her mouth? As he howled for her to keep going, keep doing what she did, Nicki closed her eyes tightly and did just that. Her fingers clung to his hips, this position he pulled her to was so different. He kept rubbing at her, driving her mad. That feeling. Amazing. She wanted more. She had touched herself before, been teased a bit by an ex- but again, more an act than anything else.

"Mmm-!" She squealed out as he suddenly tore his hands against her panties, her hips raising up at the odd sensation of the fabric ripped away. She wanted to let go and say something. But that was pretty much impossible now, his one hand grasping at her, the other driving a finger into her. Nicki crooned against him, the sound muted as he drove his own hips up, stabbing his length deeply into her mouth and throat.

She didn't know what else to do but listen. She clung to him and kept going, her eyes locked shut as his hard forceful ways turned to sharp jerks into her lips, warmth suddenly shooting into her mouth. Nicki started to choke at that, his thick fluid filling her mouth and taking to her throat. Gulping down as she could, she finally pulled off him, gasping heavily for breath as some of that mess ran from her lips. "Oh! Ohhhh! Ben!"
 
Nichole looked back at him with a proud smile, gasping still for breath from having him so far into her mouth and the surprise he had given her. She had never felt anything like that before. So sudden, so warm. Such force behind it too. How could anything come out of a guy that strongly? She licked at her lips' corner as he pointed at her mouth, nodding slowly. "Uh... Uhhuh." Usually she could come up with something more eloquent to say than that, but her mind was all over the place at the moment, made even harder as he pet his fingers slowly against her now openly exposed pussy.

"That was... That was something really different," She stammered out, her lip caught by her teeth as her hips started to scootch toward his fingers even more. He kept prodding, both with his words and his stroking fingers. "I- I liked it. I. I liked hearing you. And you felt. Really. Good."

Oh!
Oh, whatever he just did!
She gasped out, her head dipping down slightly as his finger teased so cautiously against her wet entry and he asked on fun there. She could only nod, whimpering weakly. "It. It's like my stomach is burning. Like my insides are trying to tear itself apart. I never felt like this before!"
 
"Uh-! AH! B-Ben!" Nichole was lost to his fingers, her eyes closed in bliss as he played against her, his words only adding to the wonderful feeling rushing through her. She nodded in agreement, a tiny whimper leaving her throat as she pushed back against those fingers petting along her ache. "Special- Y-Yes..."

The sudden little slap against her bottom caused her to squeal out, her eyes quickly reopening and glancing back at him in surprise over her shoulder. What was that for? And why had it felt- nice?

As he brought up the things Nicki had experienced, she pushed her lips together, frowning slightly. Nicki had seen a lot of things, so many things, that had left Nichole feeling uncomfortable but curious. A second slap caused her to yelp again, her hips bucking forward slightly. "Uh- But... but they- I don't-" She didn't want to answer, even with his promise it was only for them.

Oh, but he had to go and do that.
He had to touch again.
Bring those thoughts back into her mind, the things she had seen and been so close to.

"I walked in on my guitarist," She whispered out between heavy breaths. "This woman, some woman- he had her on the bed, he was behind her, pulling her hair, and just- He was just- she was screaming out, he had his hand on her mouth, his fingers in her lips, telling her to be quiet... He was- He was-"

She couldn't say it.
Nichole didn't say that.
"...He was fucking her so hard, she was trying to scream... I want to scream like that!"
Nicki said it.
 
"I-" Nichole started to try and find the right words to speak, shuddering as he stroked against her once more, as if trying to pull words from her as that mentioned guitarist pulled notes from his instrument. She whimpered weakly, her body shivering once more. As he pulled away, she tried to peek back at him, unsure of what to say.

He promised to keep her safe.
Promised to be someone special.
"I. Yes. Yes, I would."
The words seem to come from somewhere unknown, but a response nonetheless.

He inspected her, inquiring more in what she had seen. Nichole turned a bit, shaking her head. "She was nude. All but a scarf. His scarf. One of those ratty old things he thought made him look like an 80's rocker.

Ben's request caused her eyebrows to raise, hesitantly turning on the bed once more. "You're sure this is-" She caught herself before she finished. He wasn't going to hurt her. He had more than enough times to do that since they left the store. He could have done it within seconds of realizing who she was, even before that. She had distracted him with those broken beer bottles. That could have been enough to get her a bullet in the forehead, had he been someone different.

But instead, he was doing this with her.
Treating her. Kindly. A strange form of kindness, but one that she seemed to accept.

Nichole peeled off her shirt, her skirt, tossing them aside. Left naked before him, she crawled back up onto the bed, on her hands and knees. Her head was left off one side of the bed, her toes dangling over the other edge. "Like this," She called softly, looking up to him beside her.
 
His hand felt so strange. So unexpected. She had never been touched like that before, as though he were studying braille laid upon her skin. A tiny sound left her as his fingers slipped up against her ass, coaxing down the curve to find the back of her thigh.

"Um. Th-thank you?"

She wasn't quite sure how to respond to something like that. A sudden stiffening came to her as he reached under her arm, grasping his palm against her breast and rubbing. Nichole bit her lip gently at that, holding back the tiny whimper that came to her throat.

He was wandering, circling, inspecting. She almost felt as though she were back on stage, but certainly never in this type of position. If Bernie had gotten his way, it probably wasn't too far off!

As his hand fell against her ass, she gasped, wriggling slightly from the warmth of his palm.

"He was... He was all over..." She closed her eyes, recalling all the things that had taken place. "What I walked into was... He was behind her. Clutching at her hair, at her neck. He was holding her... She was yelling, but I couldn't actually hear it. He screamed at me to get out so quickly, but I remember that much of it. I don't think I'll ever get that out of my head..." She spread her knees a bit more, glancing back a bit. "There. He was- right there. Leaned over her. Grabbing- everywhere. He was- thrusting so hard... I really thought he was going to ram her head into the wall..."
 
"Nuh-!" Nichole gasped as he slid against her, a teasing motion against her moist sex. That felt. Incredible. Simply a brushing along her. She let a small whimper come through as he spoke, shaking her head. "I-I don't know, I didn't- I didn't see th-thaat-" He was pushing, oh god, he was pushing, pushing into her, his fingers resting between them as he guided himself into her pussy.

"Ben, please- I... I don't-" She squealed as he grabbed a handful of her hair, her head pulled back a bit as he continued to question her. He wanted her to try and remember while he did this? That was just impossible! She swallowed hard, closing her eyes as she tried to nod. "Y-Yes... I was turned on, I was embarrassed and turned on..."

He was talking so nonchalantly, like this was some normal conversation, not him starting to tease her. Fuck her.

"She- didn't seem to care. I don't want to care either, I want t-" She stopped for a moment, whimpering softly as her hips twisted and rocked, a tiny motion that wanted to feel more of the man pushed into her. "Yes! Please- Yes, I want that, I want that!"

She couldn't keep the calm voice any longer. The imagery of that night, the feel of him, the new feeling of having a man inside her, even with him simply taking room to keep her talking. More. She wanted more of that. "Please, fuck me, Ben, fuck me til the bed tries to fall through, til the wall shakes against it- til the neighbors are screaming right back at us! I want to be fucked, Ben, I want you to fuck me!"
 
Nichole could hear him, but words were impossible to get out. The most she could muster were heavy groans and highpitched whines, the force of his cock driving into her killing out all tries to rational thought. It hurt. It felt wonderful. Both poured through her, leaving the singer to belt out a new song for the man fucking her. One of high notes, desperate gasps and moans, her body dancing for him. Grinding hips, hard thrusts back against him.

"Yes!," she moaned out, gasping again as she tried to peer back at him. "I've needed it... I never knew how much... It's- ohhhh..." Nichole's words rolled off into the moan, grasping at the sheets in an attempt to keep control of herself. Each deep thrust, burying him, the slap he gave against her flesh- a deep groan was given at that, desperately needing more of that stinging pain against her ass.

His hand tightened in her hair, yanking her head back as he kept going.
Nichole's cunt felt so amazing now... So filled, so used, so completely happy to be fucked.

"I... I love it....," she groaned to him, her neck tilted back as he reined her hair, her eyes closed tightly as she moaned. His faster tempo brought a squeal from her, nodding as best she could manage in his grasp. "D-dirty whore... Fuck me like a dirty whore, I need it, I need- oh-OH! OH GOD! Fuck!" She could barely breathe, words simply flowing in agreement with him, wanting more. Needing to end that fire inside her.

"Yes, abuse m-my pussy... Ohh... Fuck it raw, it needs- I need- ah- Oooh!"
Nichole couldn't take it anymore. The words, his efforts, all of it pushed the sudden orgasm through her, her body locking down against him, gripping his buried cock and spasming down against him as she writhed and moaned. She could barely breathe as she choked for air.

Her heart was racing, her body trembling.
Ohhh god.
 
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