Chapter 13

“Mmm, fuck, look at those big fucking tits!” He grunted as he lowered himself, resting his cock between them, “So big, so soft. Mmmmm, fuuuck.”

He squeezed my big tits around his shaft and began fucking my tits. He moved slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed. His thumbs played back and forth across my nipples and he squeezed them around his shaft. It sent shivers through my body. Richard pumped his hips faster and I felt him stiffen and shudder on top of me. He froze in place suddenly, his eyes closed and his breathing shallowed.

“Not yet, not yet, not yet,” he said just loud enough for me to hear. “Those gorgeous tits almost made me cum, slut, but I have plans for you.”

Richard held his place with the head of his cock peeking out at my from between the top of my tits. I snaked my tongue from between my lips and flicked it across the head of his cock. Richard shuddered and groaned. I continued flicking my tongue back and forth before leaning down and taking the head of his cock between my lips.

“Ooooh, fuuuuck,” Richard groaned. “You are such a naughty slut.”

I nodded then sucked the head of his cock letting it pop from my lips and looked up at him. Richard just looked down at me and grinned. He started moving his hips back and forth again between my tits. I flicked my tongue against the head of his cock each time it popped out from between my tits, causing him to shudder and moan.

“Fuck, slut, your tits are amazing,” Richard grunted as he pulled his cock away from my tits and lowered himself down my body. “But I need more of this tight cunt.”

Richard held himself on top of me, as he guided his cock towards my opening with his hand. I felt the tip rub against my swollen lips, up and down, as probed around my slit. He was taking his time, deliberately holding back before sliding the thing inside me. Now I was aching for it, panting, willing him to do it. He was teasing me. God, I needed it.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yeah, God, stop teasing me and put it in. Please, put it in!” I whimpered.

“You are such a little slut. I love hearing you say that,” he said, but he still did not enter me.

I moaned in pleasure at his words. He had called me a slut, and it sent a throb of pleasure through my body.

“I am a slut,” I thought to myself.

He called me a slut. I felt offended, but deep down I knew it to be true. I wanted this, we both knew it and it made me feel so naughty.

“I am a slut,” I gasped not realizing that I’d said it out loud. “Oh God, yes I am, I’m a dirty little slut!”

“You like that?” he growled quietly as he finally pushed his shaft inside me.