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It seemed that the fates had decided to shine down upon Noelle; the handsome mystery man was in fact her date. Up from the chair, the man rose, taking her offered hand and shaking it. For a brief moment, there was a bit of excitement, which quickly faded away due to the previous actions of curtsying and calling the man by his last name only. "Do I give off the 'job interview' vibe that much?" Those words were preceded by a slight tilt of the head by the man. At that moment, Noelle wanted to curl up and hide underneath the table. In turn, the man walked over to her side of the table, pulling out the chair and giving a wide, beautiful smile. A seat was taken, placing a cell phone and wallet at the edge of the table, making sure that her phone was flipped over, screen side down on top of the wallet, wanting to give her full attention and not be one of those people who are always on the phone, being rude. 'Job Interview,' had that been the vibe she gave to him? Noelle opened her mouth to try to apologize, but instead, she stammered before giving up and letting the silence take over; Strike One.
"So, Ms. Rhodes, let's take a look at that resume! A light blush appeared on Noelle's cheeks before she looked down briefly to try and collect herself. There was no way she would ever live this down; things could only get better from here, right? "I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who's a bit rusty with these things." That statement actually had her smiling for a moment, realizing that maybe they had been paired up only for that one reason; Jessica thought they both needed to get laid, and that was it. Not due to the lining up of hobbies or beliefs; that did lighten things a little bit, but did that mean things didn't need to be taken seriously, or was she wrong completely about everything? It wouldn't be the first time. "I'm really sorry about that; please try not to hold it against me. At least you might have a funny story one day to tell a friend," she stated softly while biting down upon her lower lip for a moment. Was she really this nervous, and was this man really single with the way that he looked? There was no way. Brown eyes looked over his features without trying to stare or linger for too long; undeniably handsome and in shape, the man was. It almost didn't make any type of sense, but then again, everyone had their own scars hidden or showing; everyone had their own story and shouldn't be judged for it.
"Good evening, Noelle. I'm Karim, and it's lovely to meet you. And now we can both start talking about Jessica behind her back because she set both of us up." A smile and a slight laugh came at hearing those words, for he wasn't wrong, but should it actually be done? A chance was taken with her reply, as it was the only thing held against her dear friend at the moment. "It's nice to meet you as well, Karim. That she did. What are you guilty of? I'm guilty of stating that 'Sex is overrated and not needed to live a happy life. Oh, and also the fact that I would love to get a catβ¦" Noelle caught herself and looked down at the table, shaking her head slightly. Jessica had asked for her to only do one simple thing, but she couldn't help herself, bringing up the two statements that were supposed to be banned for the evening; Strike Two.
The man would silently take a drink from the glass of water he had before setting it back down on the table. Suddenly looking around and lifting his hand up, as if trying to call for the check, had she really been that outspoken and bad that things were ending at a glass of water only? The panic and the beginnings of a spiral would ease up as a waiter appeared with a glass of water, setting it down in front of her before offering a list of the wines offered. The list would be taken and looked over; honestly, it was such a bad idea to add alcohol to the mix, but it was strongly being considered now. "Would you like something to drink first? Or... should we take a peek at the appetizers?" Noelle started thinking and suddenly spoke the first thought that came to mind: "You know, you often hear about people using hypnosis or drugs or something to turn a lovely woman into a bimbo. Why don't more people try zombies?" The look on her face after realizing that thought was spoken out loud, Noelle was mortified with good reason. She was not sitting across from a friend or a literary agent, where such a thought could be written off as a book idea. No, she was sitting across from a friend of a good friend on a blind date where such things were frowned upon, she was pretty sure. Jessica was going to murder and skin her alive; that much was for sure now. The urge was there to get up from her seat and walk out, but she felt that might end up making things even worse if that was humanly possible. Strike Three; Game Over.
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Mercer was standing in the kitchen; a smile was given to her before patting one of the stools by the island and saying simply one word: "Sit." A moment was taken, a thought in her mind ready to be turned into words: that she could just take the drink to her room for the evening and leave him alone, not wishing to disrupt his normal routine. But she kept herself from saying anything while pulling out the stool and sitting down on it, suddenly feeling guilty about the disruption that she was causing the man this evening. This only added to the need for her to do something to show her gratitude for everything he had done and was continuing to do for her.
The sleeves of the shirt she was wearing were rolled up a bit, and when she finally noticed how her arms swam in them, she looked up briefly to meet the man's eyes before lowering her gaze. A bowl of soup was placed before her on the island, the smell beyond inviting, as a cup of tea was poured and added to the spread in front of her. "Tell me about a time you got close," Mercer would ask, bringing a look of puzzlement to Aruna's face before she looked at him, a bit confused by the question. At the moment, it wasn't clear what was being asked: How close was she to discovering herself, feeling content, or being in a situation similar to the one she was in at the time? The question could be taken in so many different ways.
His pale blue eyes would lock with her brown ones, almost the color of caramel in the current lighting. "I'm a writer with the sometimes charming habit of asking uncomfortable questions. In my experience, it's the uncomfortable ones that need answering most," was stated, but it didn't answer the question she had of what he actually meant from the question first posed. The cup of tea was pulled closer, a tablespoon of sugar and a small amount of milk were poured in, and then it was raised to her lips so she could take a long drink. The warmth, which suddenly flowed in, caused her to sigh softly in a bit of contentment; this had been what was needed, long-desired warmth.
"While you're staying here, indulge me in that elusive thing called truth, and I'll do the same. I promise you, Aruna. It'll be the most liberating experience of your life." How Mercer spoke intrigued her a bit. Aruna was intrigued by the man's noticeable effort to get to know her, wanting to hear her ideas and opinionsβsomething a person of the other sex hadn't done in quite some time, even as he added, "To date, at any rate." Another drink of tea would be taken while trying to still make sense of the question before it was asked once more, but this time it made a bit more sense. "A time you got close to belonging."
Brown eyes would watch the man's face while setting down the cup and reaching for the spoon in the soup, gathering some, and taking a bite. The creamy richness tasted wonderful, and another bite was taken before setting down the spoon. "β¦I don't think that I ever haveβ¦" was whispered before looking away from the man. Soup would now be focused upon while thinking again on the question, half of the bowl eaten in silence before pausing once again and setting the spoon down.
She didn't know what it was, but Aruna thought hard about things like she had been asked to, about to reveal things that even her closest friends didn't know. Those thoughts were never given a real voice but were buried deep down inside, away from everything and everyone except herself. In almost a whisper, she began to speak: "Two years ago, I thought that I was loved; I thought that I was in love. I bought into the belief that maybe I would get married, make a home, create a life with someone else, and have a family of my own, but in the end, I was a fool to believe in such delusions of grandeur. He didn't love me; he didn't really want me... I was an option kept around if what was truly wanted didn't work out. The side piece⦠the one kept in the shadows and called for dinners and movies⦠for sex, then not spoken to for days until asked to do it all over again⦠all the while trying to work things out with an ex-girlfriend... and still I keep thinking that someday he'll reappear in my life... Tell me why I'm waiting for someone who couldn't give a fuck about me..." The handle of the cup was touched quietly as eyes stared down into the brown liquid, which was almost gone.
Her tone grew even quieter, if possible, not caring if Mercer could hear her anymore or not, or if he even could in the first place with how quietly she was speaking. She hoped that he couldn't hear her at all, honestly. "I did everything right; I gave all that I could... But it wasn't enough... it's never enough... To always be told that you will never belong because of who you are... because you are neither Black enough nor white enough for either world... My parents found one another but didn't have those beliefs or those predetermined thoughts because they were different races; they simply accepted one another and fell in love. But maybe that's the thing that isn't real at the end of the day... only those super rare special people seem to find that thing: love. Am I a fool for wanting just a taste of it someday... to have someone look at meβ¦ touch me in a way like I can give them everything they could ever want and need? Maybe I wasn't meant to ever have loveβ¦ Maybe I do not deserve it due to something I've done in this life or in a past oneβ¦ Maybe, but at least I have my art... I get to see beauty every single day and craft my version of it to share with other peopleβ¦ Maybe that's enoughβ¦ it has to be enoughβ¦"
Aruna would stop speaking, starting to blink back the tears that were forming before giving a small shake of her head and finishing the soup and then tea in silence. Suddenly wanting to forget that this conversation had even taken place, she didn't like opening up as she just had. It felt like she revealed a piece of her soul that had been buried for good reason, hiding away the darkness and damage that could possibly take over everything and leave her as an even worse version of herself. It was hoped even more so now that Mercer hadn't heard a single word she had whispered.
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It was astonishing how easily one could lose themselves in thought once silence had taken over. But it wasn't simply the absence of noise that had taken over for Clarissa; it was also the fact that she had been ordered to remain silent until further notice. For the time being, she was completely under the man's control and unable to do anything without first being instructed to do so or risk punishment. However, the looming prospect of disobeying Gaius, showing disobedience, and testing the limits had Rissa wondering what the man's punishment would look like. Could it be him lifting his hand and bringing it back down against her ass, delivering a slap that caused an appropriate amount of pain? Would it be denying her the pleasure she was pursuing? The mere consideration of these things stimulated Clarissa further, causing her to wonder if perhaps this aspect of herself had always existed but remained untapped and hidden, secretly begging to be exposed and acted upon.
Rissa experienced an unusual exhilaration that moved through her entire body as soon as she heard Gaius call her a "good girl" once more. She had no idea what it was, whether it was the satisfaction that comes from knowing that you provided happiness to another person or some other, as-yet-unidentified feeling. There was a sense of freedom one felt when surrendering it for a while; perhaps this was due to her decision to entrust Gaius with her welfare. Clarissa had a conviction that he wouldn't do anything to inflict permanent damage. But there was still trepidation, a sense that all could change in an instant, and this beautiful dream turned reality could become her greatest nightmare.
Comments made by the man about how Clarissa's ass would be ideally suited for anal kept her from losing herself to thought and brought her back to the moment at hand. Gaius continued, bringing up a term that she had never heard of before, 'free use,' and stating how he would train her to be an anal-only toy. Since only the most basic knowledge about BDSM had been explored over the previous week, she questioned what the phrase 'free use' actually meant. It wouldn't be thought of further, and Rissa hoped that the term could be recalled and investigated later; it appeared that she still had a lot to learn and needed to be a quick study to ensure that someone didn't take advantage of her naivety in the lifestyle. He didn't seem to be taking advantage of her at the time; rather, Gaius was only demonstrating to her how lovely life would be once she had found herself and allowed true freedom to shine.
All thoughts would cease as soon as she felt his nails digging deeply into the flesh of her ass, slightly bruising her. Pain that unlocked more untapped pleasure. "You may speak, though whilst you wear the collar, I am your Master, addressed as Daddy alone. If I snap my fingers, you are to kneel in your submissive pose, to stop whatever you are doing, and place your attention on me," Gaius' voice would state in a meticulous tone, making sure he was fully understood. Clarissa would draw in a tremulous breath, taking a moment to collect herself before speaking with permission granted. "Yes, Daddy." Two simple words said gently to indicate that everything stated had been accepted and understood at the most fundamental level. A soft moan would escape her feeling pressure against her anus, the plug deep inside being tugged and played with, sending a shiver running down her spine before it was left alone. Fingers were felt against her clit, grazing over it, teasing her rather than providing her more pleasure. Clarissa couldn't help but try and press back against his fingers, wanting more and longing to feel his cock deep inside of her once again. "How long have you been fantasizing about being owned, used, and controlled by an older man for?" The statement caused her to moan once again, eyes opening and closing slowly at the images that came to mind. "Daddy. Daddy, Only for the last week, since you fucked me so good. You can do whatever you want as long as you keep fucking me, keep that cock inside of me⦠gifting⦠painting my insides with your cum," Clarissa would moan out, not dwelling on the fact that she didn't want to be owned, used, and controlled or rather wanted clear terms of all that would entail, but she wasn't thinking or overanalyzing every single word being said to her currently.
"Get ready, my little princess," was the only sort of warning that Rissa would receive before being picked up and lifted from the hardwood floor and tossed onto her bed. The comforter was still in place and smooth from when she had made the bed that morning. She would fall on her stomach, face down against the soft fabric, and her ass would be exposed with thighs slightly parted. Clarissa was about to move into the position of doggy style on hands and knees, but Gaius quickly was over her, pinning her down to the bed. Told to lift her ass up, she would be doing so without hesitation while extending her arms out in front of herself. The heat radiating from his cock was felt against a thigh before one of his hands moved around her throat, around that collar, tilting her head back so she was looking up at his face. "Daddy," was whispered before it turned into a moan, feeling the man pushing his hardness into her spent cunt. "Daddy, you feel so fucking good. Deeper⦠please go deeper... I love the feeling of you stretching me, making me your cum-loving slut..." Clarissa would state as he began thrusting into her, starting a pace for this new round of fucking.
Gaius repeatedly pushed deeply into her cunt before pulling out a bit and repeating the action again and again. Every time his hardness reentered, inner walls quivered as the mixture from their first round of fucking began leaking out from her eager cunt. Rissa instantly became greedy, wanting to feel as much as she possibly could, so her hips lifted upwards a little bit more, and she tried to push back against the man. Her body lunged forward with each thrust the man gave as her hands would close around sections of the comforter that had begun to rise up. Shivers ran up her spine as her breasts were firmly pressed against the bed and her nipples were dragging slightly against the fabric of the comforter. The sensation of that butt plug deep in her ass elicited sensations she had only felt once before, during that fateful threesome. Cock, gliding in and out and pressing against that toy from the inside, had Clarissa close to screaming. "Daddy, yes, right there, that's right, fuck your little slut... I can't wait for you to train me⦠to stretch my ass further with bigger plugs. Oh, Daddy. Yes. Yes..." Rissa would call out while gripping tighter to the fabric bunched in her hands.
The pleasure she was currently experiencing was imprinted on her face while brown eyes looked at Gaius' face as moans and whimpers continued to fall from parted lips. A mixture of exhilaration and anxiety would rush through her body as the hand around her throat would slightly tighten its hold. Clarissa's eyes moved and stared into the man's, a low whimper coming forth while being commanded suddenly to stick her tongue out. Such would be done without a thought, tongue pressing forward and hanging out over her lower lip. A magnificent soundtrack was formed in Clarissa's bedroom by their combined moans, heavy breathing, her panting, and the slapping sound of their bodies coming together. Never before had this height of passion been experienced, not even during the threesome; this was something completely different, new to her. This feelingβthe pleasure, the freedom, being pushed to find out what was hidden in the depths of her soulβcould never be given up. Rissa would need to keep looking for it until she found the ideal match to bring these things to the surface once more and feel entirely whole. But that was a task to be dealt with in the future, not in this moment when Gaius was giving everything she ever wanted and so much more.
"Who owns your pleasure?" the statement coming as thrusting from the man would come to a complete halt with him still deep inside her cunt. Clarissa was so close to tasting bliss, an orgasm right there ready to be coaxed out. She needed it almost as much as air was needed to breathe at that moment. "You do, Daddy. Please...Daddy, you do. Only You," she would beg, almost as if her life depended upon it, and in a way it did. His free hand would reach underneath her and begin to lightly stroke at her clit, once more teasing her and bringing forth a sense of desperation. Back she tried to press against Gaius, inner walls quivering around hardness, ready to milk him for everything he was worth and seek out another load of his cum to paint her insides again. Thrusting his hips down against her ass would begin again anew, harder than before. "Oh fuck yes, Daddy, yes... Harder..." she would cry out. That high chased after would appear once more, an orgasm overtaking her like a wave rolling forth from the ocean at high tide. Clarissa felt her body tensing and beginning to tremble while starting to scream and holding on tightly to the comforter in her hands while clenching down around his cock and coating it with the rush of her juices that rained down.
Even while that orgasm high had such a solid hold over Rissa, warmth flowed over an ear in the midst of this as his breath and whisper called out to her, "Tell me what you need." She was helpless to the spell that was being placed over her, ass rising once more and hips wiggling just a bit, trying to draw out all the feelings she could at the moment. "Daddy. I need you, Daddy... I need to be filled with your cum... I need to be fucked harder and faster so I never forget my place. I need you, Daddy. Please... I need your cum deep inside of me... I need to be your hungry little cum slut," the answer was given to Gaius between moans. It almost seemed as if the reply given spurred him on. Harder and faster thrusts would come, driving her back to that edge so quickly, screaming out once more as another orgasm ripped through Clarissa. "Fuck⦠yes... Fuck Daddy. Yes, cum in me... Cum deep in me⦠Give your little cum slut what she needs⦠please... Oh fuck, Daddy... Fuck," she would cry out, eyes closing tightly while clenching down harder around his cock than she ever had before.
It wouldn't be known if all of the things that Clarissa had voiced that evening were hidden desires or what came to her during intense moments of passion; the one thing known without reservation was that she wanted him to cum again deep in her. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as she had been receiving. Give and takeβit was only fair, wasn't it? "Fuck," was whimpered while starting to lean her head forward a bit. Another thing that was clearly known was she was going to have one of the best nights of sleep ever whenever Gaius had his fill and was done with her for the night. The consequences of this whole evening could be dealt with in the morning; this was just a raw need that they both had and meant nothing; nothing said this night had real meaning. They would both see and understand that in the light of day, which was hours away.
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Mirabelle was becoming consumed by thoughts, not understanding why this was happening to her currently, but did anyone ever understand when something unexplainable happened to them of all people? The sound of the rain, which was once such a comforting thing, was now being twisted into something that could trigger thoughts and memories of what James was doing to her: having sex without permission or clear consent given and trying to make her body respond to him the way it inadvertently had before when he had taken her before in the kitchen downstairs. Tears were falling freely without care or shame from Mira's eyes even as they remained tightly closed, trying at the very least to block out the image of him moving over her again and again. It wasn't understood why James was doing this to her, or if something had been done on Mirabelle's part to make it appear as if she was enjoying this act to some degree. Sure, her body has responded before, betraying her at the worst possible time, but now such a thing wasn't happening, and Mira was simply lying there trapped underneath the man due to his hips keeping her pinned down as his massive cock moved in and out of her spent cunt, which dripped James' cum freely. There was no use in trying to fight; this battle had already been lost, and Mira was just trying to make it through this, knowing that sooner or later the man would grow tired and get his fill once more. Yet Mirabelle was completely wrong with her train of thought regarding James, and that would be proven with the next actions that were taken.
James would release the hold that he had upon her wrists that had gone limp, moving his hands to her shirt and pulling it up and over her head and arms. The same course of action was done with her bra, which would be ripped in the process of it being removed, revealing her breasts to the slight chill in the air. It couldn't be said if Mira was herself aroused to some degree or other or if it was a mixture of the chill and fear, but her chocolate-colored nipples stood hard and firm. Suddenly James would lean down and take one of those nipples between his lips, sucking at it slightly before lightly biting down and pulling it a bit with his teeth. A bright flash of light would envelop the whole room, enough so that the brightness could be seen even if a person's eyes were tightly closed, such as Mira's were. It was followed by the sound of thunder, which Mirabelle could've sworn had rattled the cabin, but it might have just been James increasing his pace as he continued without pause over her. Oddly enough, it was as if the storm was mirroring the man in some way; it now seemed that the storm was directly over their location and unleashing its fury without control or much care about the damage it inflicted in the long run. But then again, why would a storm care? It didn't have feelings; it simply went wherever it pleased, and to some degree, Mirabelle thought the same thing about James, liking them as one and the same.
Slowly Mira's thoughts were becoming jumbled and hard to keep track of; she began allowing herself to simply start drifting away as the sound of the falling rain against the window became harder. "Look at meβ¦LOOK AT ME!!!" The sound of James' voice crashed down over her without much warning just as the sound of thunder overtook the room for a few moments as if mirroring the man once again. It seemed that he was not content with her trying to disassociate herself from this whole situation and was pulling her back into the present, right where she didn't currently want to be. Suddenly James' warm hand would move over her throat, squeezing, causing Mirabelle to open her eyes quickly and hitch her breath; her head would be turned back towards him so that their eyes would meet, green against brown. Mira's lower lip would start to tremble as fear began to take over once again; as if on autopilot, one of her hands would move and grab hold of his wrist tightly as a tear fell from her eyes and rolled down her cheek. After all of this, was James going to kill her or cause her some other type of harm that could be worse than what he was already doing to her? That unspoken fear could clearly be seen in her eyes, but there was something else there as well, something that Mirabelle didn't even know but James seemed to.
His voice would break through all of the different sounds in the room, James' voice speaking with purpose: "I know you're trying to run from me. If not physically, then mentally. I understand." If Mirabelle hadn't been in the current state that she was in, a laugh would've been given to the man, for how could he understand anything that she felt, given he was the one raping her once again? A low moan would leave James' lips as he pushed back inside of her once again, seemingly feeling another wave of pure pleasure throughout his body, while Mira wasn't feeling anything close to that currently. James's forehead would come to rest against her own as his own eyes closed as his hand moved from her throat to her cheeks, holding her head in place. Warm lips were placed over her own, stealing a kiss that told of his passion, while Mira didn't react, trying to remain still even as that 'fight or flight' feeling started once again deep within her. James would continue to move against her, pressing hard against her clit, which was slowly starting to feel a tiny amount of pleasure once again even as Mira tried to demand that the feeling pass so her body wouldn't betray her once again.
It didn't seem to matter how determined Mriabelle was, for her body was slowly beginning to react to the mere action of the sexual act being performed, even when she wasn't anything but a willing participant. The feeling of James' balls against her cum-coated anus was sending chills moving up throughout her body; it was something never before experienced, but the sensation made an odd kind of heat never before felt begin to build. Green eyes looked down into her brown ones once again, as if trying to search the very depths of them for an answer to an unspoken question before lips pressed hard against her own once more. "What do you want from me...?" Mirabelle thought, not giving voice to the question, which honestly seemed pretty important at the moment. What was it that James wanted from her; was it to be in this moment with him? Did he want her to give him all the pleasure that he desired before disposing of her when he was finally finished? Another tear would fall from her eyes, rolling slowly down her cheek as a bit of frustration set in, wishing that she knew what James wanted; if Mirabelle had known, it freely would've been given in order to put a stop to this whole thing.
James' forehead would pull away from hers, those haunting green eyes moving away from her line of sight as Mira slowly inhaled, allowing her eyes to close for a few moments to try and gather herself. Mirabelle would be caught off guard by the feeling of his lips closing around one of her hardened nipples while his hand moved from holding her face in place back down around her throat, once more holding it in a way that came off as possessive and controlling. The man's tongue was flicking against her nipple before slowly circling it with the tip gently. Mira didn't want to react, didn't want to feel the pleasure that suddenly was building deep within the very core of her being. Lips suddenly parted as a faint gasp escaped her; James continued his actions, and it caused Mirabelle to moan softly while trying to pull her hips back and away. Suddenly there was a feeling of panic beginning to set in for Mira as she realized that her body was coming alive once again and couldn't help but react to what was being done to it. She tried to tell James 'no,' but the only sound that left her lips was a low moan while her back suddenly arched up off of the bed just a bit, inadvertently pressing more of her breast into his mouth, sending a giant chill moving down her spine.
It was almost as if the lightning that had struck outside had also touched her directly; every nerve in Mirabelle's body suddenly tingled and felt alive. Inner walls were starting to close around the hardened member that had been penetrating it again and again, finally reacting as if it had been flint striking against steel trying to create fire. Mira was aroused, and she didn't understand why, her mind becoming lost in a completely different way than before as whimpers and moans continued to escape parted lips while her eyes closed tightly. James' massive cock would find itself suddenly gripped by her pussy in almost a death grip as Mira's body began to tense out of nowhere, her throat pressing up into the hold the man had around it. "...James Please..." slipped from her lips, but it wasn't known to even Mirabelle if she was begging for the man to stop or for him to give her body what it surely wanted as an orgasm started. Her breath would hitch once more before her thighs began shaking almost uncontrollably; the hand upon his wrist would tighten its grip while Mira's free hand moved to James' other arm, grabbing hold tightly of his bicep with nails digging into the skin as the wave of her orgasm washed over her fully.
Every single nerve within Mirabelle's body felt as if it was suddenly touched by electricity; she moaned loudly before simply crying out as tears fell from closed eyes before they slowly opened with a look in them that was pure pleasure mixed with a bit of fear. More into the skin of James' bicep, Mira's nails would dig in as his thrusts didn't slow down as other men she had been with in the past would have as she experienced an orgasm. James seemed to be spurred on by her pleasure, by the feeling of her inner walls trying to lock down around his cock hard enough so he couldn't move; the man's pace would become a bit faster and harder as he seemingly pressed on through it without any type of mercy. It was almost as if his body was telling her own, 'You like this; let me show you what I can truly do; soon enough you'll be begging me for this.' Mirabelle didn't understand what was happening, only that as this increased pace continued, another orgasm began for her right on the heels of the last one. "...James..." was screamed in a voice that didn't sound like her own, while her whole body this time around began to shake underneath the man as he continued to fuck her.
Mira's body had betrayed her, and now her mind was beginning to slip away as well, falling victim to all of the different sensations felt through the body as inner walls moved between quivering and clenching at James' gargantuan cock. Her legs felt like jelly while the very tips of her toes tingled; tears started to fall from the corners of her eyes, unsure if it was from the shock of pleasure or from the situation as a whole. Mirabelle had never experienced an orgasm like this before in her life. Was this how sex truly was supposed to be? If that was the case, then why did such an earth-changing thing have to happen with him of all people? Perhaps it was simply a fluke, and the mind was creating things that surely were not real in order to cope with everything at the end of it all. This was the type of sex that a person expected to have with someone who was their other half, their soulmate, so to speak, and James wasn't that for Mirabelle; she barely knew the man, firstly, and secondly, this hadn't truly been consensual in the first place, even if he had given her this gift of truly life-changing orgasms.
Heavier Mira's breathing would become even as the feeling of her heartbeat was once again being felt throughout her still quivering cunt. She didn't understand even as the storm outside raged on, before feeling James' forehead pressing down against her own once again and those green eyes staring into her brown ones as if he could see her very soul at that moment. Lips once again pressed hard against her own, and Mira couldn't help but react and kiss the man back with everything suddenly feeling even with the confusion and anger felt deep down inside. Into his mouth she would moan before his lips pulled away, suddenly feeling James's cock begin to jerk and twitch for a few moments. That action triggered another orgasm, albeit smaller than the ones before yet still intense, Mira's eyes opening just before it had begun and then widening in surprise and confusion as it took over her once again. A whimper fell from parted lips as nails dug hard into James' bicep and wrist, trying to hold on for dear life while her whole body began to go limp just a bit even as her thighs continued to shake due to being overloaded with all of the different sensations and also from exhaustion starting to set in.
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