Phone Sex Interruptus 2

And I hear him give a great animal roar as he pulls back on my hair that's wrapped around his fist, rearing me up like a horse, and mounts my begging ass. Using his knees he spreads my knees apart, my labia are strained apart by the coils of cord, the stretching pain an excruciating delight.

The knowledge that John-Paul is watching every moment of my brutilization by this lust crazed stranger is driving me as crazy as the stranger. In spite of him having a painful grip on my hair and the cord that's cutting into my breasts and cunt lips, I urge him to even greater frenzy.

"Come on damn you. Is that the best you can do? Show me what you can do...fuck me like the crazed beast you are. Fuck me like the cock hungry whore I am. Fuck me like a real MAN, damn you!" I scream at him.

At my goading he yanks brutally on the cord, causing it to cut painfully deep into my swollen, aching, dripping pussy and jerking on my hair, he twists my head back with such force I realize he is beyond any control. His cock is achingly swollen, the furiously purple head seeking out my gaping ass. He runs his length teasingly up and down my crack, playfully dipping the head at my anus. I moan with anticipation, which makes him pull harder on my hair, reigning me in, as he guides his cock into my waiting asshole. Then in one vicious thrust he rams his cocks slick, throbbing inches into my hot insides. Burying it to the hilt in my burning asshole. My cries of pain and pleasure spur him to thrust against my brown cheeks with a vengeance.

He yells my name as if I were his steed "yah, Jackie, yah! Take that bitch. How's that feel, you nasty cock hungry whore. What about it Jackie am I a real man now, slut? Is this man enough for you?"

His hips pound my ass cheeks, his cock reaches deep inside of me, the speed of his thrusts against my ass rim driving him to a frenzy. He is wild watching the edge of my huge breasts crushed by the phone cord, yet jiggling with each slap of his body against mine.

He pulls my head back by my hair, his cock further engorged by the sight of my lust crazed, contorted face. He screams against his coming orgasm. Unable to contain the liquid fury that's building up in his loins, he releases shot after shot of sweet, hot come into my ass.

Already beyond rational thought, the first searing hot wad of his cum that hits my insides drives me over the edge. With a scream like an angry cougar, my orgasm roars over me. I feel myself releasing squirt after squirt of thick, creamy cum all over us and the bed.

The plunging of his cock forces his cum out of my ass and down into my already sopping pussy, where I reach my fingers to scoop up some and plunge them into my mouth. Sucking and slurping up our hot, fresh cream, like the cum hungry slut that I am.

"My tongue wants more of your swollen pussy and your fresh, hot cum...bitch!" he growls.

And yanking his cock from my ass, he shoves my face down into the bed, forcing me down to my stomach. He then runs his hand under my hips, lifting me enough to get my hot, dripping pussy into his face. He then begins to gorge himself on our mingled juices. Leaving me no choice but to scoop up more of our combined cum and ladle it into my greedy, waiting mouth with my fingers. The sounds of both of us slurping and smacking up every drop of cum loud enough for John-Paul to hear clearly. My body is still throbbing with the last thunder heads of orgasm, my asshole flaring with each wave.

Apparently sated by our body liquids, his tongue seeks my mouth, to share more of the heady flavor of our efforts with me. His tongue fills my mouth, and I feel his cock give a jerk. I know then that his cock wishes to be where his tongue is. Swiftly he rolls me over and with his knees to either side of my head and kneeling on my hair, holding my head down, he rubs his sweet and dirty cock along my lips.

"Take me!" He demands. "Suck me clean." And he forces his cock past my lips.

"Yes, I can feel the delightful hardness of your pretty teeth." He says as he runs his length past my lips, over and over.

My eyes are wide, staring at him. At the sight of his muscular, hairy chest, covered with sweat and the still hard, throbbing length of his cock as it plunges in and out of my mouth. I can see by the look in his eyes that he can tell just how much I love feeling his swollen head ramming against my tonsils. And he continues to stare into my eyes as he strokes his cock deeper and deeper into my throat.

"I love looking into your eyes." He says. "Watching the pleasure in them as I shove my cock into your greedy throat."

As I begin to really get into the task at hand, meeting his dark, mysterious, gaze, the phone rings. Looking at me, a slow smile begins to form on his full sensuous lips. Reaching over, picking up the phone, his eyes never leave mine and he never falters in the slow, deep strokes of his cock into my flexing, grasping throat.

"Hello, Jackie's residence." He answers.

I can hear the voice on the other end and recognize John-Paul. I can even hear what he is saying to the stranger.

"If You would, turn around and look up into the corner behind You, where the wall and ceiling meet." John-Paul says.

The stranger, who is still making eye contact with me, turns, looking up toward the ceiling. Then turns quickly back to give me a quizzical look. Never slowing in fucking my mouth.

"There is a camera mounted there." He says.

"Yes. It has been there every since Jackie has been my slave. She entertains me with her wonderful imagination and unfailing lust." John-Paul says. "And tonight, You have provided me with a great deal of pleasure too, my friend."

"So, what happens now?" The stranger asks.

"Now? Why you continue to fuck her in any way you please. As much and as often as you please." John-Paul answers. "But...you do so with the understanding that she is my property. And everything you do to her or have her do to you, is to be done in a manner that allows me to observe all that happens. Agreed?"

And looking down at his cock sliding in and out of my puffy, swollen lips and the lust glazed expression in my eyes, the stranger gives me a beautiful, dazzling smile, then turns to the camera for John-Paul to see. Turning back to look at me again, he winks and says "Oh! Most definitely! I agree whole heartedly!"

As they talk and I listen, the stranger is still slowly pumping his hips into my face. The long, slow, deep strokes burying the full length of his beautiful cock deep into my throat. My face pressing against his stomach and my nose is buried in his pubic hair. Then back out, till only the head is in my mouth. And with each stroke, I work my lips, tongue and throat muscles over the full length of him. Stroking and milking his cock. Like the good, obedient cock-sucker that John-Paul knows I am...