Whore Unleashed

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The room was dark, save for one lamp casting a warm glow of dancing light across the walls and over her tanned legs, which were curled around as she sat with her book in hand, trying to concentrate on the words before her eyes. She could hear the rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain outside falling onto the roof, lulling her into a drowse state. Her eyes fluttered, heavy from the exhaustion of a long day. With deliberate purpose she lay her book down on the small walnut table next to the chair. A resolved sigh escaped her lips as she steeled her mind to the thought that he was not coming.

She rose and strode over to the bed. Having shed her clothes when she had gotten home that day she was only wearing black boy shorts that fell slightly below her hip bones, cutting high up her toned backside and a thin black cami through which her nipples, hard from the chilly air, strained the fabric showing the little nubs in their perfect firm roundness. 

As she slipped between the sheets, feeling their cool softness against the smoothness of her legs she shuddered. Her desire had been so deep that night. She had known that it was a slim chance that he would be able to come to her. She had made her aching want and desire of him clear, however she knew he had other responsibilities and while she never expected, or wanted, him to be “hers” it didn’t stop her from aching for his hands to touch her skin any less. She was content with this situation, their chemistry was raw and undeniable and more then enough to satisfy her. When they did share their bodies with each other he opened a part of her that had long been closed and forgotten, even to herself, that was all that she needed from him. He had revealed the dark side of her and she longed to experience that again tonight. She could still feel the slippery wetness between her legs that had been flooding her ever since she had allowed her mind to wander to him, her want of him continued to heat her body until she felt like a volcano that needed to erupt in order to extinguish the tension that was held inside of her from this palpable desire that he brought out of her. 



Lost in a world of dreams filled with desire and his touch she could almost feel his warm breath on her neck. Believing her body was simply reacting to the dreams playing inside her mind, her eyes remained closed until she heard him whisper in her ear “I needed you as badly as you needed me.” Her eyes flew open and were met with the deep, sinful darkness of his own. With a sadistic grin he swiftly grabbed her arms and pinned them up over her head while with the other hand he freed her breasts from they're binding constraints, roughly tugging her top up and exposing her warm skin to the brisk air around them. As her nipples stood erect once again he gently brushed his palm against them, one at a time, making them even firmer and sending a shiver through her body, calling her drowsy senses awake. Her breath came in a quick intake at the unexpected touch and she felt her back arch up as her need once again yawned like an open void within her, aching to be filled and satisfied. His strong finger tips pinched and yanked at her now fully aroused nipples, and she felt the familiar surge as she moaned, transforming her desire into a guttural vocalization. As his mouth hovered over her breasts she could feel the heat of his breath on her, his lips closed over one nipple and he sucked on her with a thirst that called to the hidden creature inside her. Her need for his body was more real then the room around them and with a deliberate desperation she tore herself from the grip of his hands. Confronted by her unexpected boldness he sat up with a start.

That moment was all she needed. Her hands pushed him back to the foot of the bed and, in what seemed to be in the same moment, she yanked the cami up over her head. While on her knees, crawling towards him, her light blue eyes locked on his dark ones. The electricity pulsed between them, charing the air around them with a primal instinct of deep seeded lust. She pulled off her panties exposing her naked pussy which she could feel a throbbing heat emanating from. Looking down at his pants her blonde hair fell across her face, cloaking the smile of wicked desire that had formed on her face. Her hands tore at his belt and the fly of his jeans, leaning back on his elbows he gave into her game and allowed himself to be freed from his clothing. His dick was hard and as she slid her mouth down over him she could feel the pulsing of the blood inside causing him to swell to his full girth. Starting slowly, she allowed her mouth to glide up and down the length of him, thrilling at the moan she heard escape from him. Her tongue teased the head as she slid her hand up and down his spit-slick shaft and she delighted to hear his breathing increase as his moans became more consistent with each pass of the head over her soft, plump lips.

While she desired to taste him, to feel the juxtaposition of his hard dick against the soft, wet walls of her mouth, she desired him inside of her even more. She could feel her wetness on her legs and knew she was faced with a need that was now even stronger then when she had first gotten into bed. Lifting her head and looking up at him, he was startled by the intensity and hardness in her usually soft eyes. He could see a lustful thirst rising up inside of her and as she climbed on top of him his eyes fluttered closed, lost in the delight of her body. She began to move her hips back and forth, her stomach was flat and tight in front of him, her breasts, round and soft, were accented by her small hard nipples which were now standing at full attention as her back arched with each stroke of her over him. His eyes fluttered as he felt his hardness split her warm, dark, wetness open and he found himself at the center of her heat. She was tight, slippery and everything he had wanted all d

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Written by mikenjes0804
Uploaded May 3, 2021
Notes Needing to unleash the whore inside she is wet at the thought of the man that can release her and set her free.
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