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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Chapter 1 - The loss of control
Anita knew she wasn’t like other girls from an early age.
Brought up by her mixed race parents in Birmingham she didn’t fit into either her Fathers Hindu community or her Mothers Methodist circle.
She preferred her own company. By choice she was alone not lonely.
She had fleeting friendships with girls her own age through school but withdrew quickly if anyone tried to get close.
Puberty hit early and she knew very early on the power this wielded over boys. She discovered the pleasure of masturbation at 16 and devoted hours to learning every intricate part of her powerful sexuality.
Living as she did in a small community, she was careful not to get involved with local lads but that didn’t stop her fantasising. Most mornings and evenings were spent in her room discovering the finite pleasures of self love. She held onto her virginity, not for moral reasons, but because she knew that once it was unleashed, her insatiable pussy would need constant feeding.
She was nurturing a monster!
At 18 as she prepared to start university she had an enviable figure and dressed to accentuate it. But still she threw herself into her studies and refused to give in to the yearning she felt between her legs.
By the time she graduated at 21 with her photography degree she knew exactly what she wanted to do with her career.
With financial help from her Father, she launched her Wedding Photography business which was an instant success. Her mixed parentage gave her access to lucrative Indian weddings and she was very soon financially secure. Things were falling into place.
At 23 as she relaxed on the balcony of her smart new penthouse apartment she agreed to herself that it was now time to unleash the force between her legs.
Her life was about to change in ways she couldn’t have imagined.
She knew that the power she had between her legs was far from normal and didn’t want to risk her first time on some lame lad she picked up in a club. So after careful consideration she decided that it was best she involve a professional.
That’s how she discovered Damien, a fitness instructor by day and an upmarket escort by night. His reviews were outstanding and his photographs on the escorting website had made her pussy twitch hard.
A few days later, as she dressed in her short black dress her vagina throbbed in anticipation. She had already wanked twice that day to take the edge off, but her pussy was like a caged tiger.
All afternoon it had been practically chewing her g-string as though it knew that tonight it would be fed for the first time.
Her thong was soaking wet by the time she got in from work and as she peeled it from her, her lips snapped like a venus fly trap.
She decided to wear a pair of mini briefs under her dress with a slightly thicker material to try to soak up the juices a little.
Admiring herself in the mirror she knew she was attractive and she felt sexually alive and ready to be initiated into the art of carnal sex.
At precisely 8pm the doorbell rang. She opened the door and was delighted at the sight.
6ft 4 inches of toned, muscular man in a fitted white shirt and black trousers that looked like they had been stitched onto him.
She glanced down and could see the outline of his 9 inch cock curving across his left thigh.
Her pussy convulsed and she felt the heat spread outwards like a fire.
Ushering him in, she smelt his powerful cologne as he bent to kiss her gently on the cheek.
She passed him an envelope containing his payment and a list of her sexual demands.
She excused herself to the bathroom whilst he read his instructions.
1. No conversation between us whatsoever.
2. My pussy is insatiable. Prepare to be eaten by it.
3. My nipples are sensitive to touch, gentle twisting is fine but nothing too firm.
4. I don’t wish to be kissed.
5. It’s all about the pussy. Use me.
6. If my pussy wants your sperm, it will take it.
7. You will get very wet!
8. Leave immediately afterwards. No further contact unless initiate it.
Damien quickly checked the 5 crisp £50 notes, tucked the list back into the envelope and popped it into his trouser pocket.
She poured two glasses of champagne and offered him a seat on the sofa.
She sat on the opposite chair, crossing her legs to try to calm the heat in her sex.
He was clearly at ease with the situation and the conversation ban meant he had to entertain her in other ways.
He slowly removed his shirt, flexing his muscles and squeezing his nipples on his sculpted chest. A fine six pack of abs with just a faint trail of hair leading down to the prize in his pants.
Next he stood up to peel off his trousers. Two strong muscular legs with a gentle sprinkling of light brown hair were topped off by a pair of white Calvin Kleins that looked like they were about to spill their meaty contents.
He moved to kneel on the floor in front of her, his eyes level with her crotch.
She uncrossed her legs and her clit filled with blood, pushing itself forwards and starting to thrum like a motor.
He placed a hand on each of her knees, gently prising apart her legs, forcing her short dress up to her waist.
He leaned in and slowly began to lick her inner thighs, climbing closer and closer to her throbbing pussy.
He dropped his face to her panties and breathed in and out deeply. The force of warm air over her swollen lips and engorged clit made her sex open wide, willing its prey to enter.
He hooked a thumb in each side of her panties and pulled them off in a single stroke.
Anita gasped as the air hit her pussy.
Pulling her forward on the chair, he hooked her legs over the armrests so that she was just inches from his face.
Her pussy opened up. She felt the heat deep inside her, like a distant rumble.
Damien pressed a thumb on each side of her outer lips and applied pressure. This drew her labia back and the rumble became thunder.
As Damien gently began to circle his thumbs on the outer edges of her pubic triangle a sudden and inexplicable change came over Anita.
She felt a sudden loss of control as she was removed from her ownership duties and her Cunt became her mistress.
A deep wail sounded in Anita’s throat as she lost control. Her arsehole twitched violently as the storm approached. Her Cunt squirted.
An arc of boiling hot honey shot from her like a geyser covering Damiens face and chest.
He pushed his face into the cauldron of fire and lapped hungrily as it fired three more volleys of juice into his throat.
Anita was shaking. Every nerve was on fire as she became a slave to her orgasm. Her knees bucked and thrashed and her clit became hyper sensitive.
She did her best to draw away from the hungry mouth but her Cunt had other plans.
It fought off her contracting muscles and forced itself down on Damiens hungry lips. Forming a vacuum seal it pulsed and roared as it spilled its nectar deep into Damiens mouth.
Damien gasped as he realised he was purely passive in this exchange. He was a master of cunnilingus but he had never had a pussy eat him before!
Finally spent, the Cunt released its hold and Damien reeled back, covered in juices.
Anita was slowly regaining her control although she knew then that she would never be able to control her pussy again.
From now on, she would dance to the Cunts tune.
Chapter 2 - The feeding
Damien led Anita through to the bedroom pulling off her dress as she walked.
Standing before him naked, she felt more comfortable than she ever had. She wanted to be watched.
Damien slowly removed his white CKs. His thick hard meat bouncing out as his impressive balls swung below like clock weights.
Anita felt her pussy twitch.
Damien eased her backwards onto the bed. Pushing her arms up under the pillows and gently pulling her legs open.
Anita wanted the world to see her like this. She wanted to be fucked with an audience.
As Damien poised above her ready to enter her, she suddenly felt her self control being taken over again.
Her Cunt was firmly in charge, she was nothing more than a receptacle, a vacuum flask that needed to be filled with hot liquid.
Damien rubbed his engorged helmet over her pussy lips and the trap snapped.
He was pulled forward as the Cunt sucked him in up to the balls. His shaft was being suctioned like a milking machine on a cows teat.
He tried desperately to pull back but he was powerless to resist.
The Cunt began to push and pull his cock like an expert whore. He felt the muscular walls spasm around his shaft as he was slowly being eaten.
With a hard twitch, the beautiful hairless slot bathed his balls in hot juice.
With an almighty squeeze, the Cunt decided to empty his sack.
He gasped as the pussy devoured his thick dick.
Usually he had to be gentle with these slim girls as he knew his weighty weapon was a lot to take but this was like no other fuck he’d ever had.
He fought against his orgasm but the Cunt simply sealed around his shaft like a vacuum. He was the one being fucked.
He felt his nuts tighten, the Cunt squirted hard, sending boiling liquid all over his cock.
Unable to hold back he began to lose his seed, the Cunt devouring every drop, sucking and writhing and squeezing every last drop of his hot cum.
Anita screamed with delight, she literally came hard with every fibre of her body, convulsing and writhing and squirting volley after volley of honey over the pumping shaft.
As they both came down from their orgasms, drenched in sweat, the Cunt released its grip and Damien was literally forced out. Spent, empty and of no further use, the Cunt simply spat him out.
He dressed shakily, unsteady on his legs, not quite believing what the fuck had just happened to him.
Anita stayed on the bed, legs wide open, pussy inflamed and laying in a pool of her own juices. She liked Damien to see her naked. She desperately wanted to be used and watched and knew that her life was just beginning.
Damien smiled as he let himself out. He left the envelope of cash on the hall table.
For what he had just experienced, he would have happily paid Anita!
For Anita, it was just the beginning....
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