Authors: Mandoline Creme

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Crawling
lower, till he knelt perfectly before her, his legs resting off the
edge of the bed, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her even closer.
Hearing her yelps, her moans, the way she rocked her hips towards his
mouth, he could only smirk.

He
knew he had her; She was too far gone in her need to turn him away,
of this he was confident.

Gently, he licked along the edge of her inner hip, drawing circles
and designs as he made a journey around and around. Up her thigh,
along the inside, he tasted everywhere and everything except for her
pussy itself. The sounds she made were almost whimpers, the liquid
soaking her panties a flood. Still, he did not touch her there.

Eventually,
he hooked his hands under her hips and gave her a heave, causing her
to squeak as he rolled her onto her stomach. She was shocked, and he
glanced up to see her peeking back at him over her shoulder, those
lovely eyes glittering with delicious distress. He only returned her
look with his own; A smoldering, taunting gaze that seemed to
question what the problem was. He was inviting her to speak out, to
argue this, but she remained quiet; Lips parted in a silent 'O'.

Returning
to his business, Paul looked down at the sight before him. Her
wonderful, amazingly rounded rear end, thighs splayed apart slightly
so he could see the delightful way her panties cupped her pussy from
behind. The material had tugged itself into her cheeks, giving her
ass an even more amazing heart shape than usual. Wordless, he lowered
his lips to kiss the firm, yet pliant, flesh. Teasing, nibbling and
tugging at her panties, but never removing them. His palms lifted,
tracing over the thick buttocks, skirting the hem of her underwear,
occasionally tugging at it.

Brandy,
for her part, was losing her mind. The panic she had felt briefly was
vanishing the more he played with her.

And
oh, did she feel played with.

Unconsciously,
her hips were bucking, grinding herself into the mattress His touch
was addictive, and every movement he made excited her. The sound of
her wetness was audible, and she could also feel it as well. The
dampness slipping around over her clit, which had swollen in her
need, pressing it into the bed with each whimpering gyration. When
Paul finally began to move her panties aside, she flushed with how
ridiculous the eager whine she voiced was. Yet, though he tugged the
cloth lower, and lower, peeling it down and over her thighs, he
didn't taste her still. She thought she would go insane, as she felt
his hot breath blowing gently over her nethers.

His
thumbs spread her, then, parting her cheeks and leaving her
intimately exposed to his every sensation. With a forceful strength,
he lifted her hips up, forcing her ass higher into the air. Burying
her face into the blankets, she gasped desperately. Would he finally
touch her? She could sense the way she was dripping down her thighs,
and wondered if it was all over the bed by now.

His
next step, however, shocked her.

Feeling
one hand leave her ass, she panted with intense desperation as he ran
it gently over her quim. Yet then he stopped, and she gave a cry of
frustration; His answering chuckle made her burn more crimson than
ever.

When
he returned his thumb, wet with her juices, he did not touch her
woman hood, oh no. He ran it, light and circular, over the rose bud
of her ass. She almost jolted up, stunned and embarrassed by the
sensation, but he had her hips wrapped in his other arm too tightly.
She settled back down, gasping, trying to look back. All she could
see was his mischievous, grinning face and smoking eyes. He watched
her, but his touch was insistent; He wasn't stopping.

More
and more, he brushed tenderly over her rear entrance, teasing it in
such a way that she was shocked and humiliated by how much her body
began to yearn. The wetness in her pussy increased magnificently as
he began the foreplay with her behind.

Paul
smiled, noting quickly how she began to seek the sensations. He
teased, changing up the pace, moving from slow circles to quick
straight up and down traces. He followed the contours of her curves.
Lowering his face, he began licking slightly at her pussy while he
continued to play with her ass. This set her hips rolling again as
she attempted to push her nethers into his face, but he was patient.
Light as snow, he licked, tasting her sodden lips. Her juices flowed
freely, and soon she was openly moaning again. When he felt she was
ready, her body something she had hardly any control over, he ran his
tongue up her slit, up and up, over the gap between until he was
intently slathering her asshole.

Brandy
squealed, the myriad of tingling sensations far more than she was
ready for. She was a mixture of shame, as well, humiliated that he
was doing this, and because she was finding her body was loving it
so. She imagined her cheeks were bright as apples. Digging her face
into the bed once more to salvage some of her pride, she shouted,
muffled, into the sheets.

Soon
he had brought his hand back, licking her entrance, but also running
his thumb along the area. She was so easy to read, so far gone in her
pleasure, he felt an amazing rush of power. Wordless, he tilted his
mouth out of the way, and began pressing his thumb slowly, but
persistently, inside. The tight ring of her sphincter resisted, but
he was gentle, patient, unrelenting. As she cried out in shock, as
well as pleasure, he began moving his digit around. Deeper, and
deeper, feeling her muscles throb. Lowering his jaw, he
simultaneously began eating between her thighs, her nectar a torrent.

Brandy
didn't know what was up, or what was down. Her mind was a blurring
flash of colors, her insides a throbbing passion of heat and energy.
She was losing herself, forgetting all the claims she had made
earlier about never wanting to even let things go this far.

She
couldn't escape, her ass was betraying her.

Within
minutes, the rushing onslaught was coming to a head, and she had no
control to stop it. With a scream, fists balled into the bed, her
hips shaking and toes curling, her orgasm hit her. She came harder
than she thought she ever could have, flexing around the thickness of
his thumb, soaking his mouth and face with her juices.

Before
she could catch her breath, before she could even begin to come down,
Paul stood up at the edge of the bed, where her hips would now be
level with his waist. His cock was hard, rigid with need, and without
a comment he spread her cheeks and pressed forward, entering her
carefully. Slow, slow; He didn't want to cause her pain.

She
squealed, looking back, and bringing her hands under her weak,
shaking form to try and sit up. But he had her, hands gripping her
tight, unyielding as he entered deeply into her ass.

The
sensation was incredible, intense and hot. He felt like he would
split her, like he couldn't go any deeper, and yet he was still
sinking inside. She realized she was gasping, loudly, unable to stop.
Her muscles squeezed, hugging the pulsing cock inside of her. It was
like nothing she could have imagined, and in spite of herself, she
loved it. The way it stretched her, the foreignness of it, the taboo.
Her nubile figure was driving back onto him, demanding more,
requiring every inch.

Paul
gasped, breathing heavy as her form surrounded his manhood. It was
boiling, a world of warmth and a crushing grip. It was almost too
much, the way she began getting into it, how she had started to fuck
herself back onto him of her own will. Holding her tight, he thrust,
over and over, burying his need as deep as it could possibly go. They
were a pair caught in the moment, lost to their pleasure, and nothing
could stop them from heading towards the end. The inevitable climax
they both desired, but craved, and needed more than they could
understand.

Faster,
and faster, his strokes coming in time with her cries. The arch of
her back was delicious, the fullness of her hips in his palms. On and
on, the speed increased, the sound of her wetness below as he smacked
into her so perfect. He could feel it, feel himself tensing,
throbbing, the shivers coming quicker.

Brandy
didn't know what she was saying, if she was making words or just
sounds. All she focused on were the sensations, the quivers, the
fullness unlike anything she had ever dreamed. When he began flexing
inside, somehow getting bigger, she knew what it meant.

“Please,”
she screamed, “please! Come in my ass, oh god, please, just do
it!”

It
set him over the edge, her moment of clarity, her sexual demands.
With a loud moan, he dug his fingers into her skin and drove himself
forward one final time, holding her in place, despite her squeals and
wiggling, as he came deep inside. Thick ropes of come began filling
up her hole, the force so much that it set her over the edge. With
one more shout, a pleading, whimpering noise, Brandy climaxed a
second time. Thighs shaking, she drooled onto the sheets and lost
herself.

Some
time later, as Paul hunched over, panting, he stroked his hand over
her lower back and sighed. She was laying there, breathing heavy,
eyelashes fluttering, gray orbs unfocused as she tried to look back
at him. Gently, he pulled away, withdrawing his dick inch by inch. A
few drops of the milk filling her ass dripped out with the motion,
mixing down the triangle of her thighs with her own nectar, and he
found himself smirking at the sight. The cream inside of her, the
forbidden place, it amused him that she had clearly enjoyed the
experience.

As
he sat next to her on the bed, observing her luscious body and the
sleepy way she looked up at him, he saw her amazing lips part into a
smile. “I guess you win that bet, then.”

Laughing,
he gave her a light slap on her ass and shook his head.

“Oh,
no. I think in the end, we both won.”

The End

A Note From the Author

Thanks
for indulging in another story of mine!

If
you'd like to read some of my other works, I'll recommend
Beguiling
the Crown
, as it's a lovely tale of fate and choices.

Or
try
Her True Nature
if you're a lover of dark, sexy stories.

For
some curvy blackmail romance, check out
Cruise
Line Curves
.

For
more curves,
Curves
in the Sand
.

For
some monster books;

Yielding
to Dragons

Yielding
to the Rat Clan