City lights flicker through my apartment windows. Heart of the urban beast. November chill bites outside. I turn the key. Door swings wide. Empty. No surprise party. Just a glowing laptop. Envelope on the keyboard. Magali and Sabrina’s note. Sweet, but lame. They ordered food. Link to porn. Whatever. I call the caterer. Thirty minutes.
Bell rings. Handsome delivery guy. Stéphane. Extra envelope. “Your gift. He’ll serve you all night. Do anything.” My girls nailed my fantasy. Porn star stud. I freeze. Film’s paused. On him. That massive cock. Confirmed. Panic. Call them. No answer. Bitches planned this.
The Mutation
“Leave.” He won’t. Contract till midnight. Reputation. Not paid tonight. Favor for funding from Magali’s bank ties. I rage. Cold dinner. Ignore his smiles. Bath time. Escape. Water laps skin. Heat builds. No. Resist. Shave legs. Pit. Oil body. Slick. Pulsing need. He’s my type. Built right. Blue eyes. That cock haunts.
Back out. Chat. He’s cool. Ex-butcher turned porn pro. Story hooks me. Midnight strikes. Clock ticks. He rises. “Time to go.”
“No. Undress.”
Words explode. Mask cracks. Power surges. Clothes hit floor. Monster cock swells. Half-hard. Huge. Mine. Grip it. Hot. Heavy. Lips stretch. Tongue swirls frenulum. Gland like ripe fruit. Deep. Crave more.
“Fuck me. Now.”
The Exploit
Naked. Him gloved. Couch edge. Legs spread. He kneels. No cunnilingus. Direct. Gland breaches. Stretches walls. Fills voids untouched. Thrusts deep. I shatter. First orgasm. Two minutes flat. Waves crash. Hold him buried. Stuffed. Perfect.
He moves. Master. My commands. Missionary grind. Slow burn. Amazon ride. Pound down. Doggy slam. Deeper. I scream. Raw. Unfiltered. Explosions rack me. Oversensitive. Beg mercy. He grins. Proud. Jets cum on my belly. Cream ropes.
Shower. Nuisette slips on. Satin teases. Pizza warms. He’s semi-hard. Ready. “Lick me.” Kneels. Tongue dives. Bush tickles. Hour of bliss. Ride his face. Command positions. Anal? Yes. Lube. Breach. Pain flashes. Then heaven. Anal quake. Panting wreck.
“Cum in my mouth.” Suck hard. Swallow hot load. Nearly cum again.
Dawn creeps. City hums below. Body aches. Train-wrecked. Screams echoed. Neighbors heard? Shame burns. But power lingers. Secret locked. Stronger now. Girls’ voicemails pile. They’ll wait. My turn next. Their fantasies. I’ll dominate.