NICOLE — HOW WOULD I DO HIM?

How I’d fuck him? I don’t know if I’d fuck him just like that, but spending the last hour or so with him? That, is making me dizzy with a new energy, and lusting for someone new. I wrap my legs around Alex’s ass, look up at his faceless head, and with my heels, I pull him deeper. The sinister darkness of the unknown, stares down at me. I squeeze him tight, tighter, tighter still, with my pussy, while my tongue tease the tip of the cock before pursing my lips to take the full cock head in. I rotate my hips to churn him inside me, while I suck the cock slowly into my mouth. I throw my head back and push the cock all the way down, almost gagging as it caresses the back of my throat. I choke. My cunt clenches tighter, my throbbing ache pulsating against his thrusting heat.

I wonder what he tastes like. I cast the cock aside and quickly pull myself up, wrestling him onto his back. His cock, wet with me, erect against his stomach. I wedge myself between his legs and wrap a chunk of my long hair around his cock a few times. Holding it still, I engulf him into my mouth. Sucking him while the strands of my silky hair ripple up and down his shaft. Cupping his balls with my other hand, I squeeze him softly; rake that thicker skin with my nails. I thought about what he said about my nails. I breathe harder. I sweep my tongue around his shaft, clockwise, then in the opposite direction. I can taste the flavor on his knife. I see myself again, watching him handle his knife, making his cuts. I press the tip of my tongue against my hair to rub it along his length. He moans loudly. I hear his voice, “No. You’re not.” Low, soft, full of confidence, as if he really knows me; even I could believe he sees inside me.

I lift my head then and stare at the masked man. I quickly straddle him and bear down on him. Putting my weight on my arms, I lean down low, “hi-yo Silver,” and I start riding him, pounding him with my full weight. I breathe harder and harder; I slow down before I start panting.

“Mr Masked Man, I bet you do not know that I’ve got yoga strong shoulders and I can ride a mechanical bull.”

“Oh you can, can you? Show me how it’s done.”

I clench his cock with my throbbing pussy, I start bucking, pivoting, and rotating my hips to pleasure his cock. He groans again. I jump off him and bury my head between his legs, clawing his inner thighs and taking his balls into my mouth. Playing his shaft with my fingers like he is a clarinet, my thumbs rubbing his seepage around and around the ridge before I dart my tongue into the slit on his cock head. Slurred whimpering resonates from his larynx. Maybe I can play an instrument after all. I alternated between sucking and riding him a few more times, before we ride each other into uncharted frenzy.

I slump and lay on top of him. When our heart rates slow and breathing return normal, I ask, “Did I answer your questions?”