Fast and Furious

“Fuck me!”

I raised my eye­brows as I closed the door. In front of me was a sight for sore eyes: Molly was greet­ing me in the nude. She seemed to be shak­ing in frus­tra­tion and her lit­tle fists were clenched so hard they were white. The musky scent ema­nat­ing from her cunt hit me in the face.

“No,” I said and put my brief­case down. I turned around and hung up my suit jacket with­out a care in the world.

“Why not?” Molly asked, her eyes widen­ing in dis­be­lief. Here she was, naked in all her glory. She knew very well how her volup­tuous body affected me.

“I don’t feel like it,” I replied calmly. Of course, my cock was inflat­ing with my every heart beat as I inspected the beauty before me, appre­ci­at­ing her full, heavy breasts, her wide, pow­er­ful hips, and her nar­row, del­i­cate waist. She always had that effect on me. Her body always had that effect on my body.

“Please?” she pleaded. Not very sin­cerely, though, I thought.

“Why?”

“Because every­thing that could have gone wrong today has! That’s why! Noth­ing works and the com­puter broke before I had saved my story and now I have to write it again and I burnt myself on the stove and my hair hates me and I have needed to come all after­noon but my body won’t let me and I have been using the vibra­tor so now my clit is numb. I need to be fucked. Right now!” She stomped her foot for empha­sis, and scowled at me.

“Sounds like you had a full day,” I smiled at her. “What’s for dinner?”

“Fuck me!” Molly repeated, rais­ing her voice and slap­ping her fist against her thigh for added empha­sis. Through intri­cate anatom­i­cal mechan­ics, her body chimed in with the slap and her breasts jig­gled provoca­tively with it, caus­ing a surge in my cock.

“After din­ner.” I declared and started into the liv­ing room.

Molly reached out and grabbed my tie. I turned around and looked her in the eye–a feat con­sid­er­ing the acro­bat­ics her bosom was per­form­ing as a result from her try­ing to yank me closer. “Fuck me, you cold-​hearted bas­tard,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Slowly, I turned to face her squarely. I quickly nes­tled my fin­gers through her long, silky black hair and grabbed a hand­ful at the nape of her neck. I yanked her head back roughly and exposed her throat to me. The sud­den­ness of my move seemed to stun Molly, because she drew a sharp hiss­ing breath and her hand released from my tie and fell down to her side.

“Behave,” I growled, and slapped her breast hard with my free hand. I could feel effects of the slap rever­ber­ate through her body, caus­ing her heavy breasts to undu­late powerfully.

“Wha–” Molly started to exclaim but was cut off by me turn­ing her around and dri­ving her force­fully into the wall behind her, front first, crush­ing her still shak­ing breasts into it. Still with one hand con­trol­ling her head through her hair, I pressed the length of my body against her, immo­bi­liz­ing her against the wall.

When Molly felt my erec­tion against her ass, she jut­ted it against me with an unla­dy­like grunt, try­ing to pro­voke me to use it on her.

“I said, after din­ner,” I rum­ble into her ear.

Molly was rub­bing my erec­tion with her round back­side and then I felt one of her hands mak­ing its way between us and grab­bing my cock on the out­side of my slacks in a vise­like grip. Abruptly, I released her.

She imme­di­ately turned around and simul­ta­ne­ously got down to squat in front of me. Fever­ishly, she bat­tled with my belt and got it loose. She opened the but­ton and pulled down the zip­per with shak­ing fin­gers. Then she gripped the waist­bands of my slacks and my under­wear with both hands and pulled them rapidly down to my ankles. My cock sprang out and almost hit her in the forehead.

Like a woman dying of thirst she latched on to my cock with her mouth, her hands grab­bing my butt to drive me into her. I grabbed her hair and started fuck­ing her mouth just like I fuck her cunt, dri­ving into her with­out a care in the world.

My cell phone rang.

With the heel of my hand to her fore­head, I shoved her ungently away from me.

“Nooooo…” Molly wailed. She slumped against the wall and looked up at me with plead­ing eyes. I reached for my cell phone.

“I neeeed you!”

“Quiet,” I said calmly, kick­ing my crum­bled slacks and under­wear off my ankles. Molly had her knees together as she was slump­ing against the wall. I wanted to see the tempt­ing dark­ness between her legs, so I kicked them open as I answered the phone.

Molly’s cunt was swollen and wet and the scent of her arousal was per­va­sive. Her hand snaked down to her parted lips and started rub­bing the soft wet­ness furi­ously. She closed her eyes and I could hear a slop­ping sound com­ing from her groin as she was work­ing it.

Frown­ing at her, I kicked the hand that was work­ing its way into her cunt and ges­tured to her to be quiet before I turned around and walked over and sat in the sofa to con­tinue my phone con­ver­sa­tion. I was still wear­ing my shirt and my cock was proudly pro­trud­ing between the shirt’s front tails.

As I was talk­ing, Molly started crawl­ing towards me on all fours, slowly, deter­mined, look­ing into my eyes all the way. Watch­ing her feline grace, her heavy breasts swing­ing between her arms, her round hips sway­ing with her move­ments, I felt a shiver go through the shaft of my cock.

Molly came to kneel­ing between my parted legs, her hands on her thighs. Qui­etly, she had her face just inches away from my cock and she was star­ing intently at it. I could feel her hot breath against my even hot­ter rod. Her intent stare resem­bled a cat’s just before it pounce on its prey and her rhyth­mic, heavy breath­ing told me every­thing I needed to know; I was din­ner and resis­tance, as it were, was futile. Just to amuse myself I flexed my cock and a drop of pre­cum appeared in its slit. Rapidly, Molly’s tongue flicked out and lapped the drop up. Another flex pro­duced another drop and another flick wiped the drop away.

Appar­ently, we had reached the end of Molly’s patience with the game, because she arose and ever so gen­tly took the phone away from me. She pressed the power but­ton of the phone so we would not be dis­turbed by the per­turbed caller and climbed into my lap.

Molly’s body was so ripe for the tak­ing, so juicy and so warm that no guid­ance was nec­es­sary. In one tilt of her hips, I was imme­di­ately enveloped by her, in one heart­beat my uni­verse turned into warm, slick, immer­sive dark­ness. She reached behind her and grabbed the under­side of my thighs as lever­age to impale her­self on me as deeply as possible.

It did not feel like fuck­ing. It did not feel like I was sim­ply slid­ing in and out of her. Instead, it felt like she was wrap­ping her body around me. I was an immov­able pil­lar and she aligned her­self with me, force­fully parted her body and stabbed her­self with me repeat­edly as deeply as I would go.

I felt my con­trol fad­ing, my seed welling up like magma from a vol­cano. Piti­lessly, I grabbed Molly’s breasts and as I dug my fin­gers into them, hav­ing a fleet­ing thought that she would bruise from the force and then dis­card­ing it when I felt her com­ing all around me accom­pa­nied by a long wail of release. In uni­son with her body’s inner milk­ing con­trac­tions I felt string after string of my hot seed pour­ing into her.

I let go of Molly’s breasts and she col­lapsed on my chest, pant­ing and occa­sion­ally squeal­ing as her body expe­ri­enced the after-​shocks of her pow­er­ful orgasm. We stayed like that, me inside her, bask­ing in the after-​glow as we caught our breaths. I was pet­ting her hair and her back and she shiv­ered at the sen­sa­tion of my cock deflat­ing and reced­ing from her. As a result, my seed started leak­ing out of her.

“Feel bet­ter?” I asked.

“Yeah…” Molly sighed in response.

I slapped Molly’s ass hard and to my delight felt her wom­anly curves jig­gle in response.

“Ow!” she exclaimed and looked at me smiling.

“I want din­ner,” I declared and smiled back. “Don’t get dressed. I want dessert later.”