Page 49 of Stitch
“So you’re open to me spreading that perfect ass, and ramming my dick into your asshole like a demon? I want to fuck it hard enough that you’ll be screaming when you come.” Oh god. I shuddered again and he chuckled, leaning in to slide his tongue up the column of my throat.
“I’m looking forward to filling your asshole with my cum, and watching it ooze back out of you after. I might be tempted to poke it back inside you as it does.”
This time my answer was a low moan. Stitch groaned and sank his teeth into the skin at the base of my throat, nipping gently.
“Jesus, how the hell am I going to go two days without fucking you? Talking about this stuff has me so fucking hard right now. I’m gonna have the bluest uh... ball... ever in the history of blue balls.”
“I think I can help you with that, husband. We can’t do exactly what’s on the list, butI can still use my mouth to get you off. You’ll just have to stay still while I do it.” Stitch groaned, lifting his head to stare into my eyes.
“How the fuck am I supposed to keep still? I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, and I want to bury my dick deep in your throat, and use your throat like a pussy.”
“Why don’t you keep telling me stuff like that while I blow you? I love the dirty stuff you come out with, husband. I might even let you do some of it to me.”
I pushed him back far enough to drop to my knees in front of him, immediately working on undoing his dark jeans, so I could get to his dick. As soon as it sprung free, I wrapped my hand around it, and Stitch’s hips lurched at me.
“Ah ah ah... no thrusting, remember? You’ll just have to take it.”
Stitch threaded his fingers through my hair, and cupped the back of my head.
“Wrap those sexy lips around my dick, wife. I want to watch you swallow him down, and I want to feel your throat around him.” I followed his instructions, taking him deep into my mouth, using my tongue to tease him on the way in, and then I did my best to open my throat to take him deeper. His low groan, and the way he stepped a tiny bit closer, told me that it felt as good as I hoped.
“Swallow against my hard cock, girl. I want to feel your throat tighten around him, I want to...oh Jesus... yeah, just like that. Swallow my meat, and taste me. I wish I could thrust and fuck your throat. I want to angle your head back, so I can slam deep into your throat over and over, while you take it, and gag on it. I feel like a bastard for even saying it, but I want to know how it feels to choke you with my cock. To make you gag and retch as it slides so deep it cuts off your air, and... wow, I’m such an asshole.”
I shook my head, easing back off his dick.
“I like it. Keep saying stuff like that, and I’ll let you do all of it. I want this stuff with you, Stitch. What else do you want to do to me?”
Stitch
Iwished we’d metbefore I had the death knell hanging over me. We could have explored every dark and disturbing fucking fantasy together. Hers and mine. We could have explored the perverted things we’d both always wanted, and never had the courage to voice out loud to anyone.
She sucked hard on my dick, and lifted her mouth away again.
“I can’t hear you, husband. Tell me the depths of your depravity. Show me what dark things you want to do to this poor little body of mine.”
Fuck me. I wanted forever with her. Why couldn’t we have forever? Camille wrapped her lips around my cock again, and angled her head again, to take him deeper into her throat. Every time I felt her surround me like that, I felt my knees tremble a little.
“Wife... I have so many fucking things I want to do that I’ve never spoken about before. So many deviant things. I don’t know if I could even mention some of them. I’m ashamed to even think them.”
She made a noise around my dick, which sounded for all the world like the word ‘try’. Hell, I guess I’d already married her, right? So she had to know what she was in for.
“I want to hold you down and fuck you while you’re helpless and trapped, no… more than that, I want to tie you up or tie you to something, so you’re unable to move, or retreat, while I take what I want. I... Jesus... I want to deprive you of your senses, so you’re tied, and completely vulnerable because you can’t see, or hear, or know what’s going to happen, so everything will be a shock to your senses. I want to sneak up on you in the dark, and force my dick inside you when you don’t even know for sure that it’s me. I even want to make you think I’m someone else. I’m a fucking monster.”
She was shaking her head as she swallowed against my dick again, and I felt that familiar tingle in my one remaining ball. A warning that I was close. I was baring my darkest desires to her, and she wasn’t freaking out or calling me out for how sick it was.
She released my dick again, going back to firm stroking, while my orgasm receded slightly, making me groan low and desperate.
“Stitch... nothing you’re saying is freaking me out. In fact, it all sounds so fucking hot that I’m wet as hell right now. I can feel it on my thighs, I’m all slick and horny. I’m pulsing inside with a desperate need to experience the things you’re saying, so don’t go thinking it’s wrong. If it is, then I don’t care. I want it. I want every single dark and depraved thing you want to do to me.”
Fucking hell, she couldn’t be more perfect. They were bad things. Sick things. Things I shouldn’t want. But I only wanted them with her. And only if she agreed to them, and consented to them. If she willingly let me overpower her, and force her. If she chose to let me take her senses and torture her with the unknown.
She sucked my dick back into her mouth, and deepthroated him again, her eyes firmly on me. She wanted me to keep talking, I could tell.
“I want to bend you over, my fist in your hair, as I push my big dick into your tiny asshole. I want to hear you protesting, and feel you struggling against me as I make you take it. As I ream you hard with my dick, and stretch your fucking ass with it. I want to see it gaping and dripping with my cum after. I want to see tears on your cheeks because I was so rough, and you loved it. I want you uncomfortable when you sit down, because you can still feel me inside you even after we’ve finished, and... Ohhhhh... Fuck!”
I felt a ripple of pleasure as I emptied myself down her throat, and she sucked hard, swallowing and humming against him, prolonging my pleasure. My legs weakened, and I felt lightheaded, as I slammed a hand against the wall to keep me standing. Holy fuck... that was epic.
Was it her skill alone, or was it that combined with me finally putting voice to the darker things I wanted to do to a woman, namely her? I’d never hurt a woman, or force a woman, because I’d seen the aftermath of that, and consent was way too important to me to even consider it. But if she wanted to try these things too and agreed them with me in advance, I wanted to live out every single fucking one with her.
