Moonlit Confession

She looped a hand around his neck to squeeze at the sides of his throat, choking him as she whispered dirty nothings in his ear. His face reddened and she watched carefully, releasing to give him a quiet rush, resuming again, never letting up her insistent rhythm.

Slowly she began to thrust more forcefully, the slick, hot lube dragging at their skin, enhancing the feelings, the friction of the penetration a fire searing them both.

She forced her other hand down under his body, ripping the panties to the side to grab a fistful of sensitive, intimate privates. She clutched at them, owning him, filling him, breaking him in half and fucking the pieces. He was lost, eyes vacant, overwhelmed by the dominant penetration, and she loved how submissive he had become.

"This is my ass," she growled in his ear.

He mumbled an incoherent response, moaning on each forceful insertion. She could feel him opening up for her, stretched and used, perfectly shaped, body battered into submission by her determined efforts.

She dropped his testicles, reaching awkwardly between them to spread her fingers down his crack, feeling her thick cock pumping between them, massaging his sphincter, adding to the stimulation.

"Your poor little butthole," she mock complained, licking at his ear. "Stretched out around this big cock."

She pulled all the way out, feeling at his entrance, open after her efforts, running her fingers around the tender ring of muscle as it slowly contracted.

"I can feel it gaping, you little slut," she continued, fitting first two, then three fingers inside, pushing at his prostate, enjoying the dirty act and the hot, wet sensation of his tender insides under her rough probing.

She pulled back and gripped her cock tightly, sliding it up his crack to find his hot waiting entrance, then shoved it back inside in one firm thrust, smiling as he threw his head back and moaned.

"That's right, good boy. Take it."

Sarah lifted up on her elbows, drawing her hips back further, fucking down into him harder, his soft ass clapping on each heavy thrust. The dirty sound of hard sex began filling the room, flesh impacting, guttural grunts and whimpers as she gave him just as much as he could handle.

Pressing her hands down into his back, she lifted up, hips undulating as she forced her way into him, staring down at his tousled hair, face pink and scrunched up as he endured her deep efforts.

She watched him as she thrust more forcefully, careful not to push past his limits, lifting all the way up to her knees to look down at her thickness arching down into his hole, ass cheeks framed by her thighs. She spanked him, pawing at his cheeks as she sawed back and forth, enjoying his plumpness, squeezing roughly as she felt him gradually loosening under her insistent dominance.

Eventually she stilled, jammed deep inside him.

"Time for some doggy, I think," she mused.

Pulling back slowly, enjoying how open his ass was when she dragged her girth back and out. She pulled his cheeks widely to the side, accentuating the gape, spitting wetly on him.

"Come on, face down ass up," she teased, slapping his cheek, enjoying the way his flesh rippled, the thong slipping into his crack, doing nothing to conceal his poor, delicious asshole.

He groaned, rising to his knees, ass tightening into a wide expanse of taut flesh.

"Arch that back, girl," she encouraged, forcing him into a more pleasing position with a firm push on his spine. "Show me what I'm working with."

She reached down to drag his hands to his cheeks, making him hold himself open, exposing himself to her.

"That's better," she rewarded, teasing the wide head of her cock up and down his crack.

"I'm going to fuck you hard now, okay? Be sure to communicate with me baby."

Before he could say anything else she fell forwards, splitting him open, driving herself deep inside.

His ass made horny, wet noises as she took up a punishing rhythm, gripping his hips until his skin went white, slamming into him. He bounced across the bed, face buried in the mattress, enduring the heavy fucking as she panted and swore and spread him.

He looked incredible from behind, the delicate thong slipping into his crack, slick with lube, doing nothing to protect him from the savage invader pistoning in and out.

She stared, entranced, at the join between their two bodies, hungrily obsessing over every detail, how his skin pulled in time with her thrusts, the tight, pale transformation of skin as he stretched around her. She leaned, spitting, aroused by the way the wet mess smeared over her length as his tight hole massaged and gripped at her.

She could feel an insistent pressure rising in her core, her balls knocking pleasingly into his body on every thrust, full and insistent.

She growled and spanked him, keeping a steady, dominant rhythm, making him feel every inch of her. She could feel her blood rising, a horny impulse to dominate him, to fuck him into a puddle of mess overwhelmed her. She lifted a knee off the bed, then the second, immobilising his hips in a tight grip as she squatted down into him, her balls swinging wildly back and forth as she sank punishingly down again and again.

The weight of her body knocked the breath out of him, and she could hear him gasping and clenching at the sheets as rammed herself down. It was too much, she was too much, delicious, overwhelming, impossible.

"Mistress, please, are you close?", the hesitant, submissive interruption gave her pause, and she stilled, filling him, holding them steady, breathing heavily.

She felt a shiver of arousal at his question, turned on by the thought of pushing him to his limits, breaking him in. It had gotten intense, but she could feel his looseness, his willingness to accept her, and knew they were safe.

"Mmmm, I am, baby," she replied, beginning to work herself slowly back and forth inside him.

"This wouldn't be taking so long if you hadn't begged to swallow my cum in the shower," she teased as he snorted.

"But you feel fucking incredible, it's making me want to cum." She could feel it too, that erotic edge, dancing along the precipice, aroused by the places she'd made him go.

"Why don't you roll over, she suggested, pulling back to admire her work. His asshole winked prettily at her, open, slightly red and puffy, shining with lube. He grunted softly, relaxing into the bed for a second before twisting to lie back, holding his legs up in expectation.

"Good boy," she rewarded, jerking herself slowly, enjoying how his eyes locked themselves onto her languid motions. The slick sound of her hand passing over the turgid inches before him filled the silence, entrancing them both.

She shuffled into position again, entering him easily, slowly, falling down onto his chest, pelvis grinding as she found his lips, breathing his name. He wrapped his legs around her, and the constricting tightness, the pressure on her ribs, pulled her deeper into him. He was heat and silk and heaven, and she felt herself tipping over the precipice, lost.

Pushing back up, she yanked herself quickly and roughly out of him, jerking furiously, gripping herself tightly, overstimulated and at her limit.

"Oh, fuck," she began, enjoying the wide eyed stare, the heavy breathing, their saliva making his lips shine.

"Ohhh, fuck." His panties were a disheveled mess, his heavy balls hanging over them, cock dangling cutely.

"Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck."

She was undone. She gripped at his soft skin with one hand, still working her length furiously, balls tight and a wave cresting, rising, drowning her. She died, muscles contracting heavily, squeezing, pushing, vibrating, and a long streak of cum flew across his cock, his belly. She moaned loudly, contraction after contraction pumping her pleasure over him, marking him, asserting her ownership.

She was still in the throes of her orgasm when she stuffed herself back inside, ignoring his whimpers, the final sharp, heavenly aftershocks forcing their way up her length, deep inside him. Finally she stilled, coming back down to earth, enjoying the quiet aftermath of the frenzy, her breathing steadying, things burning pleasantly from the spread kneeling position she kept, towering over him.

"Oh my fucking god," she sighed while moving back and forth inside him, making him gasp and squirm, before finally withdrawing to flop down next to him.

"That was incredible. You take my cock so well." She traced a finger through her cum, dragging it across his cock and balls, pressing into him teasingly, scooping up a large dollop and bringing it to his hesitant, waiting mouth, pushing past to rub across his tongue, pinching his lip as she leant down to kiss him, tasting herself, and him. Them.

He said nothing, eyes big and round, fully submissive, smiling shyly. She reached back for another two fingers of cum this time, feeding him, her cock pulsing occasionally as it softened. She continued like this, alternating kisses and cum, silent, dominant and proud, his soft tongue feeling gentle and wet as it flicked against her fingers, until he'd taken it all.

Then she kissed his forehead, hair matted with sweat, tasting salty, tasting like their sex, animalistic, beautiful, dangerous. Nuzzling into his neck, she said nothing, and everything at once, and they knew.