Wayward Angel

I had time to consider it, if she was abused or possibly even raped in the past then I knew the least I could do was make her feel better. And if she did trust me, then I guess it was only fair that I trust her. "Yes..." I replied with a smile.

Talia sank her nails into my back, but pulled me in for a passionate and genuine kiss. Her hand went to my cock and she slowly began jacking me. She broke the kiss, her blue eyes peering deep into mine as her hand worked it's magic. I let out a deep moan and she smiled.

Talia got down on her knees again and opened her mouth wide, cupping my ass and pulling my cock to her. She brushed her lush lips over the tip of my cock, darting her tongue across the slit. Finally she opened her mouth wide and took me into her mouth. Nursing my cock, she ran her tongue over the length and gently hummed. I was in heaven. Instinctively I put my hands to her head and she withdrew my cock, slapping it.

"NO touching..." Talia growled.

"Yes ma'am." I replied. Talia smiled putting my hands back behind me and continued to suck, squeezing my ass as she did. Talia then took her mouth off of me and stood up, clutching my member firmly. "Let's go into the bedroom, sweetheart." Talia suggested, pulling me through the house by my cock as though it was a leash. I looked at her ample bottom body as she took her time traveling over to the bedroom, she intentionally swayed her ass tantalizingly, once again taunting my compromised manhood.

Walking into the simplistic bedroom, she immediately set me down on her bed, near a nightstand and turned on the nearby lamp so that we could see. My cock stood straight up in the air as she smiled, "Oops, I seem to have forgot, you're sitting there naked and I'm still partially clothed." Talia pulled down the straps of her bra, "You've been wanting to see these all night huh?"

I nodded fervently.

"You may touch yourself." Talia told me. She then unsnapped her bra and flung it across the room, revealing these two beautiful globes of flesh which sagged under their own weight but were still pert. Large, pink areolas were thick as erasers and meshed with the pale skin of her breasts perfectly, and indeed, they were pierced. I was jerking myself hard at that point, she jiggled them for me and decided to give me a lap dance. Taking her breasts, she rubbed them across my face and down to my chest, she shoved me to my back and then got between my legs. "You ever had a girl tit-fuck you before?"

"I've always wanted one to." I replied dumbly.

She purred in response. However, instead of tit-fucking me as promised, she let her perky breasts dangle and rub all over my erect cock. The piercings tickled my sensitive cockhead and ever so often she would tuck the cock between her breasts, rubbing up their length, then continuing the torturous process. It was euphoric agony for me as it delivered a sublime wave of pleasure over my entire being- but only fed my impending orgasm to an almost painful level of arousal.

"Your cock feels so good on my tits Paul!" She gasped, moaning genuinely and for a moment I had the feeling that she was actually getting off on my pain.

My hands moved but I dared not disobey her. Talia noticed my futile gestures. "Oh, you need to cum huh babe?"

"Yes ma'am-" I trembled.

"How bad do you need to cum?" She asked, withdrawing her tits and lowering her face to my cock.

"So fucking bad-" I shuddered.

She spoke into my cock like it was a mic, so close that I could feel her hot breath send a refreshing wave of warmth over my cock, "How bad do you want me to suck you off right now?"

"I want you to suck me dry, Talia-" I pleaded, "Please, I'm begging you-"

Without warning she took me into her mouth, sucking me so hard that her cheeks caved in. I cried out in pleasure and relief as she attacked my groin so vigorously I don't think I could have stopped her if I tried. She latched onto my cock and her tongue did things I couldn't even begin to describe. I could feel myself building, the pressure was massive- every nerve in my being was on fire and I felt like this was going to be huge-

Suddenly Talia stopped, bouncing up and letting her tits jiggle as she removed her panties, "My turn!" She told me.

"WHAT?!" I screamed.

She laughed, "You don't think it's going to be that easy do you?" I trembled, my cock ached in such a agonizing pain that it was as profound as what might have been the greatest orgasm of my life. I stood up, having to walk the pain off.

"Aww, do you need a break?" Talia taunted, rubbing her pussy while she watched my frustration, but not taking my spot on the bed. I looked back at her, angry as ever, "What's wrong Paul?" She asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Fuck you..." I muttered in complete anger, she was humiliating me and getting off on it. I felt betrayed and undignified.

"You wish!" She winked.

"No seriously, fuck you-" I replied, tired of her games.

Talia walked over to me, completely unafraid and vulnerable, "So are you mad now?" I tried to regain some stability. Suddenly Talia slapped me across the face, "Are you fucking mad, Paul?" She asked.

I looked back confused, she grabbed my groin, "Hmm, I feel them but for some reason you don't seem to have any," She mocked, "Because if you did you'd be pretty vocal about all of this-"

I pushed her away, she chuckled, pushing me back.

I stared back at her.

She stared at me, her smile unwavering.

Suddenly it made sense.

Immediately my cock was raring to go again and I grabbed her, lifting and slamming her into the wall as she let out a gigantic laugh while saying, "Welcome to the party, Paul-"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." I replied boldy.

"Yes sir!" Talia purred as I ravished her breasts, licking and tugging at her nipples while she dug her nails into my back, scratching and scarring me, drawing blood, and ripping into my flesh. I lathered her breasts with my tongue, playing with her piercings and twisting them to a satisfying cry of pain from her. I grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the wall as she stared up at me with a huge grin.

We didn't say a word to one another, she didn't even explain herself. I had a million questions running through my mind, but only one thought which I humbly shared with her, "You are one demented bitch."

Talia quipped, "What are you gonna do about it?"

I dropped to my knees and lifted one of her ample thighs onto my shoulder, she wrapped it around my neck and I got my first look at her beautiful pussy. It was shaved clean and the smell was intoxicating. Kissing down her thigh she grabbed me by the hair and with her leg, she forced me into the depths of her lovely hole. I savored her nectar like it was gourmet cuisine, lapping slowly despite the fact that she wanted it quick. She continued to grind against me but to no avail. Finally I caught her clit inside of my mouth and began to suckle it. The whole while, one of my hands was rubbing and cupping her beautiful ass, so I took my free hand and began to finger the buxom angel. Rubbing the top of her pussy and tracing inside, dangerously close to her g-spot, she cried out in frustration. I knew I was missing but it was all part of my game.

Finally I began using my tongue on her trapped clit and she yelped, digging her nails into my skull and bending over, "UGH-" She choked, Then let out an exasperated grunt.

I then pulled her off the wall and shoved her on the bed, I rolled her over and bent her down. "You'r mine now," I declared, grabbing her hair and yanking her up off the mattress almost violently.

Talia was breathing frantically, she was beginning to tremble and sweat, "Then stick that tiny dick in me and prove your worth a damn, bitch!" She replied. I shoved my cock into her already-tender pussy and she let out a loud howl of pleasure, "OH FUCK- it's been so fucking long!!!" She cried, "FUCK ME, PAUL-"

I shoved her face-down on the mattress and pushed her further onto the bed so that I could join her. I began pumping in and out of her in rapid succession, grunting and crying out in complete euphoria, the pleasure, the power, the control, it was so fucking twisted and yet, it felt so definitive. Love seemed complicated, life seemed convoluted, for years I was seeking fulfillment, purpose, acceptance, just one fruitless and pointless endeavor after another while trying as hard as I could to stay within preset and conventional boundaries.

But this, this was something else entirely.

"FUCK ME, YOU FUCKING BITCH-" Talia screamed at the top of her lungs.

"You're so fucking tight-" I gasped, it was as though she was controlling the grip she had on me. I've never felt anything like it before. Suddenly she whipped her bottom up and down, popping her ass and I stopped pumping, just enjoying the visual as well as the sensation. I leaned back and allowed her to dance on my cock as the pleasure and orgasm seemed to be one prolonged experience and not necessarily a climax.

Holy shit, was I having a multiple orgasm????

I held her arms back, lifting her upper body up and tilting her down so that the tips of her breasts grazed against the sheets, she began to scream out in pleasure and within moment I could feel my true orgasm building.

Pulling out of her, I yanked her up from the bed by her hair and put my cock to her face. "Suck." I commanded, she opened her mouth and not only sucked, but savored the flavor of her pussy. Talia began fingering herself, grunting and growling into my dick like a wild animal in heat. Her tits jiggled and her piercings flung around wildly. In no time I felt like I was going to burst and I wanted to do something very special to her.

I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock down her throat,

"I'M GOING TO CUM-" I warned her.

Talia shoved me back, denying my superiority, "Shower me with it- make me your little cum whore!" She told me. I jerked myself quickly.

"Beg for it." I commanded, trying to keep my train of thought.

"Please Paul!" Talia begged, fingering herself, working her own orgasm "I need your cum, all over my fucking tits- give me every last drop, baby-" She moaned, getting off on this role-reversal. I couldn't hold it any longer- "I've been waiting for a man like you for so long-"

Ribbon after ribbon of cum spattered against her face and chest, weeks worth of teasing and pent up lust emptied onto Talia's gorgeous tits and face. She screamed and trembled, having her own orgasm, wetting the floor and squirting into the wooden rug. Shamelessly we climaxed all over the floor and each other, somehow this strange and near-abusive sexual experience was the most liberating and erotic moment that I could have ever expected and I knew that I wanted this again, and again, and as many times as I damn well pleased. Her blue eyes starred back up at me as if letting me know that she would happily obliged with that- so long as she felt like it.

We both remained like that for a moment, she convulsed, it took a bit longer for her orgasm to subside. I was amazed by how Talia had gotten off, and the subtext and implications were quite disturbing. She liked to be abused, and she liked to abuse. Pain turned her on, and the funny thing was, it got me off in a way I never thought a man could.

When Talia calmed down, she looked up at me, her face and body lubricated and glistening with my cum. She looked up at me and for a moment I thought I took it too far. Talia then crawled to the nightstand and took out a box of cigarettes and a lighter, she lit up and began puffing away. Standing up and walking to the bed, not bothering to wipe up or cover her naked body. She turned to me and exhaled a long cloud of smoke. The smell of tobacco would forever stay with me and trigger arousal.

"So..." Talia said with a satisfied smile, "What are you waiting for?" She presented her cum-drenched tits and jiggled them savoringly, "Clean me up, bitch, I hope you're hungry..."

She didn't need to ask me twice.

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Later that night, we laid naked on the floor, no sheets, no shame, no apologies.

The far away scent always reminds me of her. Cigarettes, coffee, maybe a little bit of perfume. Yep, my darling was a little rough around the edges. She wasn't your conventional blonde-haired Barbie- not that there's anything wrong with that, mind you, but there was just one Talia for me. The fact that we grew up together was also a big factor in our would-be relationship. But it's not as simple as you'd imagine...

But then again, I guess life's like that...

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