Shelley's eyes rolled back, and she winced. Her tiny little slit ached with the need of satisfaction and the girth of him as he entered her. Mr. Coffee bent down and slurped one of her rigid nipples into his warm mouth. Shelley stifled a scream.
She wiggled her hips to accommodate him deeper when he leaned forward. Another bit of oily juice ran down the crack of her ass. Shelley held her breath and gripped his muscular cheeks again. This time, she cried out, when he pushed another inch inside her walls.
A single tear rolled down the left side of her face. The head of him firmly stuck in her small hole. Her thighs muscles tightened. Shelley felt his finger wipe her face and looked up at him.
Mr. Coffee raging hardness pulsed from their contact. Shelley saw his face contorted, as if in pain. His teeth clenched, and his nostrils flared. He stared down at her for a moment, before he suddenly lunged forth into her wetness.
Shelley tried to clamp her legs closed when she felt his massive rod pry deeper into her tunnel. She let go of his ass and put her hands up on his chest. A second tear rolled down her face, followed by another, and another. She bit down hard on her bottom lip while she fought her instincts and tried to submit to the passion of his thrusts.
Mr. Coffee gripped the soft folds of her bottom and dug into her. He pulled her to the edge of the bed until her ass hung over the end of the mattress. Gently, he bounced her on him. His pants lay in a heap around his knees while he did.
She looked up at him through blurry eyes. Shelley could make out every inch of his face even through the water and dim shadows. She was not sure if her body could handle all of him. When he roughly grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her clamped legs to the side, she flinched.
"You hot little bitch." Mr. Coffee growled.
He leaned the weight of him against her legs. Shelley's pussy sucked at him like a small, wet mouth. She contracted her muscles around him. Shelley heard a light whimper escape from his lips after she did.
"Do not call me that name or we are going to have a problem," Shelley whispered.
"What. I did not mean it like that. It just slipped out, now relax, and take this dick." Mr. Coffee replied.
"Please Ed, stop talking to me like that. You do not know what you are doing. Just be nice and hopefully we can make love all night."
"What the fuck you mean make love? Bitch, I am almost in you. I am about to teach you something about the difference between sex and lovemaking."
Shelley scowled. Her brows furrowed deep and eye narrowed. She thought that he wanted to make love at first but not now. He did not know her well enough to know that his speech and attitude were bringing out a different side of her. A party that neither he nor she could control.
He licked his thumb and stroked it across her swollen clit. Shelley grabbed hold of the bed sheets in the dark and waited. The sensation of his finger while it circled her clit and his hardness into her felt good together. Mr. Coffee lunged forward again.
"That's it, loosen up and let me fuck this tight little pussy." Mr. Coffee said.
Shelley shook her head back and forth. All the voices in her head had hushed, to focus on the moment, except one. When he called her a bitch, that voice grew louder. That was not good for him. Shelley closed her eyes tight and willed the voice to go away.
He pulled back a little before he glided back into that spot. She had not consumed nearly half of him yet. The cold air against her exposed and moist lips made her shiver. Mr. Coffee pressed his way another inch deeper.
"Fuck, bitch this so tight. I'm trying not to cum." He murmured.
Shelley began to blink rapidly. Her shivers stopped. Her thighs relaxed. Shelley pulled away abruptly and sat straight up on the bed.
She reached out and grabbed him by the collar. Shelley looked into the dark caverns of the windows to his soul. She heard him gasp. Shelley pulled him by his shirt onto the bed.
"What the hell woman. I just saw flames in your eyes. What is wrong?" He wailed.
Shelley did not respond. She got on her knees and crawled towards the top of her bed where her nightstand was. The drawer was still partially open. A gleam twinkled in her eye that he did not see.
"Ed shut the fuck up and lay on the bed," Shelley said.
Mr. Coffee eyes opened wide. Her voice had changed. It had become dark and throaty. He scurried to the center of her bed and tugged his pants off while he did.
She rummaged through the drawer in the dark with her back to him. Her juices began to flow and roll down the inside of her thighs when her hand touched the cool metal in the dark. Her breaths were even and calmed while she wrapped her hand around the item and retrieved it from the drawer.
Mr. Coffee heard a soft clink. Shelley turned towards him and ran her hand down his bicep to his hand. Once she had his hand, she placed her fingers in between his. Shelly watched him smirk and giggle nervously. She yanked his hand up to the headboard. Mr. Coffee and cuffed him to the frame.
"Whoa there Shelley, what is this, you going to book me? You have not read me my rights." Mr. Coffee chuckled.
Shelley crawled off the bed. She grabbed a bottle of oil from her drawer and opened it. She stood on the side of the bed a poured the oil down around her shoulders. Shelley stood there quietly while it rolled over her skin.
Shelley walked to the end of the mattress and put her knee on the bed. She began to crawl up towards his dick while it madly flailed in the air. At last, Shelley reached her destination. She squatted over him.
"Shelley told you to be nice. She's a sweet girl, but Shelley doesn't like guys with a potty mouth. She likes to make love and dream of butterflies and bubbles. Now that you have scared her away, you have me to deal with. You have the right to shut that bullshit up unless I ask you something. Any bitches that slip out of your mouth will be used against you to delay your orgasm. You have the right to consult your conscience before speaking to me without permission, now or in the future. If you cannot afford to ask your inner desires, I will appoint them for you. If you decide to nut before I am done with you, you will still have the right to get that dick back in usable condition at any time while I sit on your filthy little mouth instead! Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you still going to call the sweet girl a bitch and get stuck with me?" She barked.
Mr. Coffee eyes darted back and forth. He chewed the side of his lip thoughtfully. His shaft throbbed painfully. He thought if she so much as wrapped her hot hands around his pole, he would spew cream everywhere.
She lowered herself until the head of him pushed firmly between her lips. When he the heat from her body envelope him, he groaned louder than before. He looked up at her, reached out, and pinched one of her rock hard nipples. Shelly leaned back and dropped her bottom lower on his dick.
His chest rose and fell quickly. Mr. Coffee desperately wished he were in place to ram his way deep inside of her now. He thrust upwards, and she moved up as well. He let out a yelp of sexual frustration. She had him turned on and all the way up.
"Why you freaky bitch…" He whimpered.
"The name is Inakat, in a few moments, you will remember that forever" She whispered.
© Inakat 2016