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and cupped my aching
tit.  I groaned.  “You’ve got me so hard, baby.  I need you to do
it again.  Suck my cock again before I put the condom on and fuck your
brains out, Alexa.”
    I dropped to my knees
and opened my mouth, feeling as helpless as a baby bird.  Tad’s fingers
opened my mouth again, and again, it was deeply erotic.  My tits felt
twice as big as usual, huge and swollen and hot, and when I took his hard cock
in my mouth I felt like I could take anything. Tad’s hands clamped in my hair
and he groaned and plunged into me as his cock throbbed in my throat.  For
a moment, I felt like a conquering sex goddess – I had made this
incredibly hot guy moan desperately!  Then I couldn’t breathe, and I was
the one bucking against him, trying to escape.  Tad held me against him
for a moment and then pushed me off of him. 
    “Oh, God, good girl
Alex.  Well done.”  I could hear the distinctive noise of a condom
wrapper ripping, then the wet rubber sound of the condom going on.  “Do
you want to come?  Do you want me to fuck you?”
    I nodded, then
whispered, “Yes.” 
    “Stand up!” 
    I stood and Tad spun me
around, guiding me a few steps in one direction and then spinning me around
again.  He pushed and I fell back with a shriek.  I fell backwards
only an inch or so before my thighs hit the bed.  My tits were throbbing
as I crawled backwards on my elbows, feeling Tad’s warmth above me.  “Do
you want my cock, beautiful girl?  Do you want to come, Alex?” he asked,
voice rough with passion.  A finger found my clit and then slipped inside
my channel.
    I groaned.  “Yes,
Tad, yes, fuck me, please!”
    The fingertip
disappeared and his cock was suddenly sliding inside my sheath.  I
whimpered, pleading wordlessly, and wrapped my arms around Tad’s muscular
shoulders.  His chest rasped on my aching nipples as he leaned down to
kiss me.  Tad’s cock plunged into me, pounding me further open with every
stroke.  I couldn’t think, couldn’t even consider how unusual it was for a
man to make me come so fast, then push me into such arousal again.  His
wet skin slapped against my clit, bringing little sparks of arousal through my
body, and I curved my pelvis to meet him. 
    Tad finally broke the
kiss, sucking at my lip as he lifted his head from mine.  He ran his hand
through my hair, then grabbed a fistful of dark curls and pulled my head to the
side.  I lay exposed to him, bared in some deep primal sense, and I felt
my arousal increase even more.  I clawed at his back, whimpering and
begging to come again, and I screamed as he bit my neck.  My pussy
clenched on his cock as I exploded into another orgasm, and I felt him swell
then stiffen as he came with me. 
    We lay like dead things
for an eternity.  Eventually Tad propped himself up, pulled out, and
pushed the blindfold off of me.  The light was blinding, but more than
that, the new sensory input was overwhelming.  I started to cry, great
convulsions under him. 
    “Ohh, it’s ok,
beautiful.  Shhh,” Tad said.  He wrapped my arm around his neck and then
flopped over on his side so I was pulled into his chest.  The crying
stopped as mysteriously as it had started, and moments later I was sniffling
and feeling very foolish.
    I snuffled, swallowed,
tried my voice.  “I don’t want to give you a big head or anything, but
that was pretty outstanding, Tad.” 
    He laughed, booming
against my chest.  “Yes, it was.  You sure that was your first time
doing anything kinky?  You are a born submissive in bed.”
    I scowled and punched
him in the ribs.  “I’ll submissive you!”
    “In bed!  Just in
bed.  I can’t wait to do that again.”  The redhead rolled me off of
him.  “Lemme get rid of this –” he waggled the limp, slimy condom at
me “—and I’ll be right back.  You need anything?”
    “Nah,” I said, pulling
a corner of the comforter onto my body.  “Oh, wait, yes!  Bring my
phone, please; I