|Hard. Beautiful. Photo courtesy of mloc.|
But he wielded another instrument of divine torture. This one an actual toy, not just his hands or his mouth. Cold, hard steel. Curved, smooth. The hot walls of my cunt clenched tight trying to bar its entry. No luck, it breached the opening. The cold shocked as the silvery head split me open, and a small cry escaped my lips. Once it was inside he began to fuck me relentlessly with it. My juices spilled out, wetting my thighs, and he pushed me to a couple of orgasms. I tried to get away, the intensity was astounding, but one arm was pressed across my hips, holding me down. Wetting his cock with my come, he slipped the steel from my cunt and slid home.
“Is that what you wanted? A good, hard fucking?”
“Yes. Oh fuck, yes!”
“You liked that cold steel in your pussy. You’re so wet.”
I did like it. I loved it. Harder and faster he drove into me and I took everything. I wanted it all, took it all, clenching and squeezing with my pussy as he drove me to another orgasm. Again a switch, steel for cock, coupled with his mouth on my clit until I came again, trembling, bucking, shaking.
Hard nipples. Hard steel. Hard cock. Hard clit. And yet, with D, it's never hard. It's the easiest thing in the world.