Breathe

"Where's that sweet, soft voice of yours? Hmm, baby?" he goaded. "Don't fight it."

She remained mute save for quiet, trembling gasps. Then she felt his fingers start to close around her throat.

"You think I'm just gonna fuck you without you asking for it?" he said between licks of her face. He squeezed her soft neck a bit tighter. "You think you can find it in you to beg for me to fuck your tight little pussy with my big, black cock?"

He loosened his grip slightly, felt her gulp and gasp, then squeezed again, tightening his fingers.

Jenna's eyes narrowed. She could feel the warmth building in her face evidenced by a red glow along the top of her cheeks.

"Breathe. Steady. Find the air and breathe..."

She concentrated, managing to calm herself enough to allow the passage of air to her lungs despite Tyrone's intensifying grip.

Tyrone sneered. His other hand slinked liked a tentacle down her back, two of his fingers diving together between the trench of her ass. He skirted along the bud of her anus for a moment before plunging one of his stiff digits into her tight hole.

Jenna's glistening eyes widened. As he continued with the rhythmic loosening and tightening of his grip, she felt the burning friction of his finger as it wriggled inside of her. Her knees buckled and only Tyrone's secure hold of her kept her up. She clasped the back of his hand and held on.

Still grinning, Tyrone was relentless. He wormed his finger deeper with rigid, probing thrusts, smacking her butt. As he continued to squeeze her throat, he could see the slight pulse of a vein at her temple.

Gritting her teeth, Jenna felt like she was just barely holding onto her senses. Her eyes watered and blurred. The sounds of lust rippling through the room dulled in her ears as if they were slowly filling with cotton. Her whole body was shaking now, hitching against Tyrone's wanton pleasuring.

Tyrone withdrew his finger, then reached further with his long arm, curling his fingers from behind and sinking them up into Jenna's aching snatch. His fingers were soon glistening and wet with her dampness as he filled her with more quick thrusts.

Jenna clutched the wrist of his hand even as her fingers went numb. All she could truly feel was the incessant rub and stroke of his fingers along her inner flesh. Every fiber of her wanted to scream out in strangled ecstasy.

"Let me hear it, Jenna," Tyrone hissed and finally lifted his hand from her throat.

Jenna's mouth rounded wide. She drew a long, whistling breath of air as her body stiffened and her lungs expanded. With Tyrone's fingers still thrusting into her, she let loose a resounding, primal moan, "Oh, God!"

Tyrone's big, wide grin glistened against the light of the afternoon sun. He held Jenna up as she swooned against his arm, her typically serene and sensitive voice now an unrelenting, sultry mess of aching groans as her wetness splashed onto his hand and her legs.

That was it. Tyrone was set to explode. He pulled out his dripping fingers and released Jenna, letting her crumple to the floor on her knees gasping and coughing.

"Take a deep breath, Jenna," he grunted, an impatient edge in his voice. He sucked her sweetness from his fingers then peeled off his damp shirt and shorts, freeing his swaying black shaft. Once more, he clamped his hands at the sides of her head. "Take a deep breath..."

Jenna, still gasping for breath, suddenly found her wide open mouth being stuffed with the head of Tyrone's cock. She stretched her lips apart and shifted her jaw taking in inches of his hardening length.

His hands held her head as he pulled her along his shaft with a stiff but steady rhythm, the tip butting against her throat each time he went in. He held it there for a moment, enjoying the sensation as he felt her attempt to readjust her tongue.

She had never done this before, taken a man's cock into her mouth. The taste was pungent, the feel of hard muscle along her tongue and inner cheeks bewildering. Yet, as she felt Tyrone's hands release her head, her immediate reaction wasn't to pull off. Instead, she rolled up onto her knees and wrapped her hand around the base of his long shaft, allowing the instinct of an innate hunger within her to take over.

Tyrone undid her ponytail and pushed his fingers through her hair, letting her dark locks fall indiscriminately across her pretty, blushing face. He felt her tongue slink across the bottom of his cock, painting it with her glistening saliva as she stroked her palm on his exposed length.

"Bring it to life, Jenna," he said, his drive intensifying, fueled by Jenna's spirited motions and gasps.

He gripped her hair but she was too absorbed to notice. The throbbing, hardening sensation she felt in her hand and in her mouth demanded her attention. Saliva dribbled from her lips each time she pulled off and gasped, pooling on her chest and lap. She held the hefty shaft as she gulped and sputtered before she took it in again, driving her mouth over it, enlivening his cock to a potent length.

Tyrone's blood pulsed through him. His skin stretched taut, fully erect and charged. He yanked Jenna's head back, her lips popping off his tip with a sharp gasp. Leaning down, he smothered her mouth with a sloppy kiss, smearing her lips and chin with their mingling saliva.

He unraveled the fragment of her shirt from his wrist.

Jenna was in a near dream state. Blinking, breathing unsteadily, she watched his ebony cock sway before her hypnotically. As she pulled herself from the haze, she didn't resist even as Tyrone grabbed her hands, clasped them together, and bound them at the wrists with strips of her own shirt.

"No holding back, Jenna," he said as he pulled her over to the wall. He tied her hands to the barre. "I want to hear it from you. All in. You don't hold back."

Jenna flashed a glance to her wrists above her head then back at Tyrone as he knelt on the floor before her. A conflict of hesitation and anticipation raged in her mind. She squirmed her bare bottom on the carpet. She drew her knees together, but didn't fight it when he pulled them back apart as he moved between them.

She regarded the harsh, sneering look in his eyes - a lust about to be satiated. Resolve settled uneasily within her.

Tyrone slipped an arm under her thigh and tugged her roughly to him, stretching her arms. Holding her, he gave three fingers long licks, then buried them into her tender slit.

Jenna yelped. She bucked her hips up, twisting on the barre as she felt the rapid thrusts of Tyrone's thick fingers delving deep inside of her again, scoping her inner flesh. She turned her head aside, desperately trying to muffle her gasping moans against her shoulder and arm.

"Just making some space." With a lecherous grin, Tyrone withdrew his fingers. Pulling her leg aside further, he took hold of his cock and angled it towards Jenna's snatch.

Jenna narrowed her eyes and glared at him. A man of indescribably dark intent stared back, but she was unable to bring herself to look down. She could feel him wield his cock though, teasing her with it. She felt the girth and weight of it sliding along her lower belly like a slick serpent. Finally she felt his thick head nudging at her slit, caressing her petals up and down, prodding them apart. She sucked in her lips and drew swift breaths through her nose. As she clutched her fingers around her shirt bindings, she felt him enter with a solid thrust.

"Huhn-ahh!"

Tyrone filled her with one quick stroke, his lengthy, dark cock going in with a sharp jolt. Enveloped within her warmth, he felt her clench against his shaft - a delicious sensation. Immediately he reached under her other thigh, locked her in, then cranked his hips repeatedly. He accentuated each thrust with a growling grunt, pumping his ample length into Jenna's writhing body with reckless abandon, holding true to his boast: "Hard and deep."

Jenna's nimble body stretched, hung like a hammock above the carpet, her hands bound and tethered to the barre, her crotch spiked against Tyrone's. Her gasps and groans, the rattling wall mirrors, and the indulgent slaps of their bodies as they came together filled the studio. She was unable to shut out the noise, unable to resist the tantalizing aches of her overexerted body and the swell of Tyrone's rigid cock grinding into her like a lubricated piston. She strained against her bindings, losing the sensation in her numbed hands. She didn't care.

"Fuck!" Tyrone growled. He was bristling. He knew that, physically, Jenna was fit and deceptively strong and he was intent on testing her limits. Yet it was her spirit that drove him, that he desired the most. That was what he was experiencing with each broad thrust.

Jenna's thighs were rubbed red from the brush of his hips. Her alluring lips pushed in and pulled out as his thick cudgel continued its harsh strokes, her light skin absorbing his length of dark flesh. Her flexibility was indeed a benefit for them both as he jerked and jolted her up and down, side to side.

With each adjustment she made he engaged her to the draw out the carnal pleasure to the fullest. As she clenched upon him, he slowed his strokes to a steady, undulating rhythm, gliding his cock in with a wicked twist of his butt, making her feel each rippling vein on his turgid shaft. Yet when he sensed her ease her relax her thighs, he obliged with zeal and fury, filling her with stiff, punishing thrusts, his hips firing forward with rapid velocity.

"Fucking tight ," Tyrone hissed as he went full tilt.

Jenna's hips snapped back and up with every one of Tyrone's solid thrusts. She groaned and gasped openly, sharply, unable to muffle her mouth. She voiced her desperate pleasure continuously now, enduring the ache and tightness in every straining muscle and fiber in her body.

As the minutes wore on, even through the chaos of Tyrone's brusque, erratic strokes, Jenna found her focus, feeling his cock throb within her core like a beacon of pleasure. She closed her eyes, breathed through her sharp gasps, and found the point of thrill in the aches and swells. Her harsh, anxious gasps gave way to languid groans in response to the hard thrusts. She clutched at the binds and held on.

Tyrone surged harder, fueled by the sensation of Jenna's tight, wet, warmth around his cock. His dark flesh beaded with drops of perspiration. He glared at Jenna's expression, the look of ease retuning in her face even as she moaned aloud. Her flesh was aglow from the licks of afternoon sunlight, her creamy skin blushed with sparkling pink patches.

"Tyrone... uh!" she called to him.

Unbelievably, he wanted her even more now.

He slipped out of her, his swollen cock shiny and wet. With raspy grunts, he moved Jenna around, turning her over onto her knees, facing her towards the mirrors. He groped her plush bottom then flattened his hand like a paddle and spanked her cheeks with a sharp slap, then another.

Jenna winced and yelped, stung by each swat.

As she wriggled and strained against the bindings, Tyrone continued tanning her supple ass. Her pale flesh blossomed red and pink.

"Nice and tender, now," he said, grinning. He moved in behind between her legs.

Jenna's head hung low as she panted, her throat parched, her hands still bound and strapped to the barre. Her ass, her whole body, was tingling, burning, as if on fire. She sensed Tyrone shroud her as his hand reached around for more teasing pinches and twists of her sore nipples.

As he held her, he shimmied up close, handling his cock, skirting it across her tender buttocks. "You've been so good, Jenna," he grunted, "So strong. You're so fucking strong."

Jenna blinked slowly, her lips glossy and limp. She felt the tip of Tyrone's cock testing the bud of her anus, easing against it. Her buttocks instinctively clenched.

He leaned closer to her ear, practically licking it as he spoke, "Breathe, Jenna. Just relax and focus. This'll be good. Trust me."

Succumbing to the shadow that had been waiting for her all this time since the day she met Tyrone, Jenna craned her neck around, glancing at him through watery eyes. Goaded by his determined glare, she eased down, sliding her knees on the carpet, spreading her legs.

Tyrone said no more. Dipping down, he shifted on his knees, angled his pelvis and burrowed the head of his cock past the rim of her hole.

Jenna's brows pinched together. She stared at herself in the mirror, focusing on her eyes rather than the discomfort. She shuddered and hitched, but she continued to breath as Tyrone filled her, wedging his shaft between her cheeks.

Unlike his rough, heated thrusts from moments before, this was a measured stroke. Focused and disciplined, Tyrone watched as cock stretched her hole, sinking into her. He paused momentarily to readjust, before pushing in to her limits.

For several heartbeats, they stayed still and silent, joined in a most carnal pose. Jenna's head lolled to the side, against her outstretched arm. She voiced an impossibly soft, aching groan that sent an unexpected shiver to Tyrone's core.

Slowly, he ground his hips, gyrating his cock as it stirred and throbbed inside of her. She matched his motions, her svelte body rolling and swaying seductively, following his steady ministrations. As they synced their breaths, he locked his arms around her, holding her securely as they continued to move as a singular sexual entity: one focus, desire, and spirit.

Jenna tangled her fingers through her binding. Her gasps pitched then deepened as she shifted her head side to side. Eyes closed, she centered her entire being on the sensations Tyrone instilled upon her, within her: his hand massaging her breasts, his fingers stroking around and within her aching pussy, and his hard cock churning inside her anus. Finally, despite her best efforts, her breathing quickened till she finally just held onto it. Her body tingled and froze, seizing up and coiling. She pressed her face against her arm and groaned as she came with a forceful shudder racking her body as she twisted against the bindings. It was a full, complete release - soaring above ecstasy.

Tyrone pushed his forehead against the back of her head, smelling her sweet, damp hair as he felt her splash against his fingers. His eyes closed, he resisted the swelling urge to explode. He wanted this to last, to stay inside Jenna, throbbing and probing within her tight hole. He'd never been more focused and alert on one point of desire.

He went for broke. He grabbed a clutch of her silky hair and yanked. As her head snapped back, the curve in her back deepened, pushing her butt into him, driving his cock to her depths. He surged with commanding, forceful strokes, stretching her, testing her limits. With every rough stroke he wrenched out every last exhausted breath from Jenna's sweet throat.

With one final, deep grind of his hips that drew a long, sultry moan from Jenna, he couldn't hold it any longer. He reared back his head and groaned like an exhausted beast. He felt the painful rush even as he pulled out, his black cock spilling a thick wad of cum from her hole and spurting strands of it against her red blushed ass cheeks.

He leaned back on his knees, his muscles spent, as he settled his breath and heart. As he stroked his cock, he heaved and shot another load up her back. His fingers and palm were coated with his viscous cum.

Jenna felt his thick jism streak and drip across her flesh. It felt cool and not uncomfortable. Finally, her body drifted down to the side as she settled herself onto the floor, leaning against the mirrors, her hands still tied to the barre. Weary and spent, she gazed back toward Tyrone.

He smiled and moved towards her. He raised his fingers to her face and ran them across her soft lips, smearing his cum across them. He circled his fingertips, gently prying open her mouth before slipping his fingers in.

Jenna felt and tasted him in her mouth once more. His cum was bitter and pungent. As he brushed his fingers on her tongue and the inside of her cheek, she gasped and swallowed several times, his rich jism coursing down her throat. Another first for her. She skimmed her lips with her tongue, swiping away the musty film.

After a moment, Tyrone undid her bindings then sat back, legs crossed. Rubbing her wrists, Jenna watched him, as he closed his eyes and breathed. He looked balanced, satisfied, and satiated - a handsome figure of discipline in nude, dark flesh. She felt an unexpected pulse of odd satisfaction seeing him like this.

Ignoring the aches she felt, Jenna set herself upon crossed legs, relaxed into a Lotus pose and closed her eyes. Her body glowed with a new found warmth as she recharged and found her center.

***

"Two steps forward into the elevator. It doesn't feel like anyone else is on it. Good. Press the button."

Jenna kept her eyes closed, grinning to herself, as the elevator went up then came to a stop.

"Step off the elevator, turn right and walk ten steps. Open the door. Walk around some reception chairs and a potted plant then straight down the hallway. Make another right... "

Inside the corner office, Tyrone stood by the window staring at the darkened streets below, waiting. He had stayed late again, but not to work. He had a personal session to attend to. When he heard his door open he turned and grinned. As he undid his tie and unbuttoned his cuffs, he drew deep breaths, finding that disciplined center within. The 'Bull' learned well from his teacher.

Jenna stood by the door and finally opened her sleek, grey eyes, a quiet confidence gleaming within them. As she closed the door, she showed an easy smile tinged with a subtly sharp edge. She then unzipped the back of her skirt and undid the buttons of her blouse. One... two... three...

"Breathe... "

Solitude surrounded them.