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How Anne-Pierre positioned herself was no accident.
“Balasana.”
Stretching out like a lioness, arms long and pushed forwards, knees bent, calves tucked under thighs and head down.
This was how it was.
Saturday, another licentious afternoon and night of fucking. It had been a week, I stalled her last Wednesday. Of course, the nagging guilt of these liaisons had worn off. Watching Anne-Pierre pose naked in these yoga stances, it amplified my need.
The bottle uncorked and the genie escaped. It would be wrong to claim I was a hapless participant. When we started, I was only as good as our last fuck. Now, deeper down the rabbit hole I went.
It was too easy to be swept away by her.
“Chakra-vaka-sana,” murmured as a low purr.
She unfurled like petals from a budding flower. Rising up on all fours, she looked deceptively fragile, a feint to her energy and strength. Arms locked, back arched, the taut valley of her spine tightened. Such lissom agility, sunbeams caught the lustre of those unkempt red locks and matt porcelain skin. Beyond my reach, taut thighs slightly open, breasts moulded to her torso, nipples erect. It revealed her as a sexual object, her pert rump, and pink juicy pillows of her naked cunt.
Her lissom curves defined by rays of yellowy light and darker shadow. Wanton eyes scanned my naked body. Her eyes brimmed with intent, she prowled the bed. Excitement crackled within me and that first touch ignited my core. Deep kisses accelerated my desire, a tour of my torso, down my abdomen with the tip of her tongue along the valley of my obliques. Wide lecherous eyes refused to break their stare. Taking me in hand, her tongue circled the corpulent glans of my erection.
“Mmm, you are ready for more, English?”
Drunk on the spectacle and repetitive sensations of silky warmth, I exhaled each moan as a deep rumble. A solitary digit teased my anus and she sniggered when I flinched. Fingering the sensitive knot, and with her mouth, she brought me to full hardness.
She held it, squeezed my tight heavy balls, and stared into my eyes, “You are such a deviant.”
“You are too, Anne-Pierre.”
She rose and straddled me; her glossy sex hovered over my face. The smooth hillock of her Mons, candy pink vulva and fine lips, the light caught its dew. My vision blurred, slim fingers knitted into my hair held me tight. On contact with my tongue, she murmured long and low. Holding her thighs, my tongue eased into her folds and that bittersweet confection flowed.
“Mmm,” she moaned, “Mange moi, ma chérie, mange moi.”
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“English, show me what you would do, fuck me like that.”
Laid prone alongside me, legs open and eyes like saucers; we coupled. Firm hands gripped my behind and pulled me towards the confluence of her thighs. Instinctively, I retaliated and impaled her to the hilt.
Her sudden gasp, a tribute, “Ooof, you are hard.”
“You inspire me.”
In that broiling hot warmth cushioned by velvet; I used my entire length. Wide determined eyes stared back and I accepted her tacit challenge. The weight of my body no impediment to how she writhed. The firm mound of her pubic bone mashed against mine, slender thighs against my own, blunt heels eager to set the rhythm. No longer a slow canter, I submitted to her need. Slender hands grasped my biceps, she kept me close, and her body quivered with each shove.
“Share me with others English, I want to fuck them.”
“You will.”
Magnetically drawn to her full lips, I grazed them with my first kiss. I pulled away for the second and earned a snort of frustration. Plunging in, her moans stifled with a deep kiss, that flicker of longing combusted when our tongues caressed. Powerful motor responses and symbiotic timing flexed our bodies in unison. Concealed by those feminine curves, her strength revealed itself though the undulations of her hips.
The slap of my body against hers rattled like a machine gun, “They are watching you do this, Anne-Pierre. They want you to fuck you. They all want to fuck you.”
Addicted to this liquid friction, pulsating waves of pleasure telegraphed through me; I needed more, much more. With high-pitched yelps and frantic limbs, it stretched her body and then pulled it tight. The caress of her thighs tightened around my waist, flexing hips sawed her cunt to take me. Loins to loins, she accelerated this writhing motion.
Propelled faster, her core of steel heaved and swelled. I felt it rising; a taut grip slippery in its grasp, the eager amplitude of her body demanded more. Smearing her sex to my hilt, I responded in kind. Pulling me down, open hands clasped my back, she scoured my back with her talons. Rousing the animal, I had to strike to mollify her. Superseding her tempo, I accelerated with everything I had.
“Putain,” gasped and then a litany of groans, “Oui, putain…”
Each hammer blow slapped against her writhing Ankara escort body. The nip of her teeth pressed into my mauled flesh, her broken gasps rose and fell.
“More… I need more… ” it left her mouth as a whisper.
“They want to taste you, feel your mouth sucking them, they want both your holes…”
“I want Elodie, English, we can both fuck her. I want her face on my cunt.”
I had to refrain, I could not find the words, nor had the intent. She bucked to demand my more urgency. Flexing together, sharp nails spurred my taut flesh again. Nailing her into the bed, it creaked in response. The clamour of her cries rose, the sublime sensations overrode the pain. Pressed to me at this angle, I knew places to hit.
“Yes, Anne-Pierre… come on it… they are watching across the street, show them… show them what a whore you are.”
Locked in her sinewy embrace, a sudden wetness enraged these heavier thrusts. Hot gasps rasped in my ear. Sucking on my earlobe, the exhaled air chilled on wet skin. The shuddering grew, she would not escape it now. Tighter undulations reduced her into trembling quivers, they echoed through her body, arms, and legs. It rose as a violent squall.
Leaning up, I watched her, her climax, that little death. Deep thrusts impaled her stricken body. She pulled on me, shuddered, and gave a final flourish with a loud cry. As quickly as it rose, it petered out, she swallowed, nuzzled my shoulder and she pleaded for more.
“The first of many,” my tone gruff.
“Putain,” she murmured, “keep fucking me…”
I stayed above her, I knew this was a false dawn; one climax would never sate her. Air heavy with hot perfume and musk, the truculent fan wheezed a tepid breeze against us. We ricocheted with an energetic tempo and the bedframe rattled in sympathy. Beads of sweat fell upon her breasts, they shook, their nipples crunched tight. Leaning down, I sucked on one and every deep lunge forced out an urgent yelp. Feeding my addiction, the sticky massage of her sex grasped my shaft.
She croaked, “Yes, keep going…”
The rattle of metal-on-metal joined the cacophony. I matched the swell of her hips in this escalation of bodily contact and our groans. Quick, short thrusts shook the air from her. Hands that gripped the bedstead gave her the leverage to push back. I pulled her close, her hips rigid as I clasped her behind, the conductress demanded for more.
“Putain!” she yelped, “Plus fort… harder…”
Amused by my laboured breathing, the guile of her body swelled me to its maximum. Pulling me down, her legs wound around me, provocative lips demanded deep messy kisses.
“Fuck, Anne-Pierre… fuck…”
With a snort of maniacal laughter and she rolled me onto the bed; it complained when she attacked. Lifting my arms, restrained at the wrists, she took it deep, slamming against me. Battering me down with long lunges, the rapid clash of our bodies competed with loud cries.
Rosy in pallor, with determined eyes, her wild hair flapped in the breeze. Betrayed by her features, they melted as she took it all. Long pile driver motions added to the clamour and my deep groans overtook hers; I bucked and tried to throw her off.
“Come on, tame me!”
The clatter of her body hammered at my resistance. We struggled and finally, I tipped her off balance. Rolling as two beasts locked in combat, we fought this war of attrition. Slippery in her tight grasp, she fed me back in. Pinning her down, impaling her deep, I fucked the fight from her. Frantic legs kicked back and locked around my waist.
“You try hard,” she gasped, “I have more…”
Clutching at me and with a flash of her hips, she fucked my length rapidly.
The surprise made me cry out, “Fuck!”
Reduced to a supplicant, helpless to react, by the smirk on her face, she enjoyed my helplessness.
“Lie down,” she commanded.
Towering over me on her haunches, she sat down firmly, and rode me hard to keep me at bay. One hand on my torso, one on my thigh, and her hips as the pivot, she pummelled me. Reducing to a groaning mess of restless limbs, she writhed at this relentless pace. In the mirror’s reflection and open blinds, her thighs parted to reveal my trapped shaft as frantic fingers rubbed at her clit.
Her slickened cunt had me with ease. Whatever game we were playing; this excited her. The cacophony of the bed frame joined the clatter of our bodies. Pulling her down, she lunged in for a deep kiss, air rasped. Clasping my torso with her claws poised, she fought back. Lashing me with damp hair, we writhed. Lifting her hips, I matched her rhythm and felt her body soften. Eyes squeezed closed and her fractured breaths for air; I took my opportunity.
Rolling her over, supine and vulnerable, arms aloft with abandon, I grabbed her legs. Passive, I dragged her to me and embraced her leg to my torso. The loud slap of her body to mine, I fucked her as hard as I could manage. Sticky sounds from her syrupy cunt added Ankara escort bayan to the cacophony. Penetrated fully, to the hilt, each collision exorcised her animated body with loud yelps. Each thrust diminished her struggle until she whimpered and shook lifeless with the force of my determination.
“Yeah, Anne-Pierre? I can tame you.”
She snorted and watched me tire: muscles bound, they began to seize. A twist of her hips, she pushed with her hands and its sudden impulse of strength forced my surrender. Falling to the bed, I tried to sit up as she took me in hand and fed me in, her arm wrapped around my neck. Taken in a frenzied lotus position, this petite animal deployed all her strength. Pressed to her breast with a nipple to suck, it was a distraction. Taking for my girth, she guided it into her behind.
With her sudden yelp, I froze, and the grip of her ass engulfed my erection. She steered her hips with precision, short hops adapted that tight hole to my girth. Coursing hot blood found some respite until she sat squat with it fully inside her.
“Yes, English, now I have you.”
Slowly, her undulations gained fluidity and our cantilevered bodies worked together. The swirl of her wrist and quick fingers rubbed at her sex. Heavy sultry eyes refused to break their stare as those slender hips flexed with occasional jackhammer lunges.
“Yes… yes! English… keep going.”
Synchronised, noisy collisions echoed off the walls; the bed creaked and groaned. I groped her breast, its nipple scissored between my fingers. Steering herself, rapid fingers on her clit and my erection impaled deep, I feasted on the spectacle. It rose in increments. First, the fevered gasps as she fed the muscular tension. Then, a croak broke the cadence of her breathing, sudden hurried yelps and a loud plosive cries followed.
Tight in her embrace, legs trapped beneath her, she pressed me deep inside, rose and did it again, and again. The clap-clap-clap sound, her intense cries stifled as she bit on my shoulder. Kissing deeply, we snorted for air, and she propelled herself faster. Her hand would not stop between her legs. In fits and starts, it broke the fluidity of her movements. Suddenly crippled, her cry warbled as its power consumed her determination.
“Come, Anne-Pierre, come.”
“Putain… PUTAIN!”
A loud thumping noise, remonstrations from downstairs did not deter us.
On my lap, caught in a bear hug, she wailed for her climax. It caught her with powerful shudders. In spasms, she thrashed, held tight against me. Relentlessly, she flexed and writhed, a trembling arm around my neck; she pounded at me frantically. The unyielding friction had me now too. Growling, it pulled onto my shaft.
With one last push, I brimmed that hole with my seed. Awash with welcome relief, I slowed and my grasp of her fragile body eased. Limp in my arms, faded aftershocks forced a muted yelp. Embraced in an uneasy truce, our exhausted bodies stilled.
“Nice try, Anne-Pierre… one day you will tame me.”
“Putain…,”she whimpered.
Our game at an end, Anne-Pierre untangled herself.
Slumped into the bed, lost in a refractory haze, I gazed vacantly at the ceiling.
Uneasy on her feet, with the wall as a prop, her footsteps pattered on the wooden floor. The fizz of the shower followed; this sudden uncoupling irked me.
Lying here, what started as a small thought took hold. I was merely a toy to play with. Despite my guarded reticence, I buckled to her game. Anne-Pierre tried with casual sex, then acts of tenderness. We went to the Cinema, and witnessed what enamoured me. She found my weakness, and coveted the prize: my total compliance.
Tonight, I saw her pretence.
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Writhing in the chaos of her freakish yelps, I pulled her down, and manhandled her into spoons. Easing out of her sex, she gave a frustrated cry and then reeled as I pressed against that crunched knot of muscle.
She gulped and then croaked, “Bâtard!”
I tutted, “Language… this is for walking off and leaving me here earlier.”
I pressed, already slick; it yielded and Anne-Pierre flinched. A long deflated groan followed, her hand pulled on the back of my head for a deep kiss that starved me of air. Impaling her ass from tip to hilt, the quiet slap of our bodies rose with the intensity. My hand felt the wet heat of her sex, quick fingers slick with juices chased her hard clit.
“Oh, putain…”
Caught in my strong embrace, she quivered with every thrust. Unperturbed by her attempts to wriggle free, her shrill cries diminished as I fucked the fight from her. There was no pressure looming at my core, the short stabs fed its swell. Confident, I kept to it, alternating from shallow to longer powerful lunges.
I caught the reflection of her soft features, a gasp through pouted lips and heavy eyes. Her hair itchy against my cheek, it did not deter these hard thrusts.
She Escort Ankara trembled, “Oui, like this, just like this….”
A fluid movement violated her easily, aided by my grasp of her hip. Pulling her down at the apex of each thrust, she took it all repeatedly.
“Oui, c’est bon, dans ma cul… dans… ma…cul…”
“In your arse, I’m going to fill it up.”
She croaked, “Putain, p…putain!”
With perseverance, I chased her slippery clit and circled it with my fingers. Oversensitive, she groaned heavily. Easing in two fingers, I tightened my embrace of her body.
“You like that? Do you think you could take another hard cock in your cunt at the same time?”
“N’arrête pas,” and gasped, “n’arrête pas…”
Rising quivers tensed her abdomen and loosened her hips. I kept to this rhythm, the tick and tock of a metronome. The cushion of her rump slapped against my loins. My fingers, so wet, skidded and grazed her clit.
“Just you and me, and more couples. They are watching you.”
“Putain…” her voice barely a whisper.
In the overbearing heat, droplets of perspiration sheened our bodies. The weary old fan provided no solace. Hands clenched tighter, unyielding flesh skidded in our grasp.
“Take one in your mouth too, all three of us fucking your holes. You can feel their hands on you. When we are finished, the women will have you too.”
“Oui, I need them… I… need… it. Putain…”
I had the perfect view in the dress mirror. Stricken, her breasts quaked with each thrust. Her eyes squeezed close, ecstasy etched on her features.
Thumping from the ceiling added to her tempestuous cries.
There would be no mercy. Rifling her tightest hole, Anne-Pierre tried to push back. Her mechanical jolts diminished to tiny spasms, focussed to a single point. Electrified, the involuntary quaking would not abate. Louder cries rose, limbs shook, and poleaxed with intense convulsions, they wracked her entire body.
“JE JOUIS! JE JOUIS!”
A clenched hand gripped the bedstead tight, and long squealed cries rattled through her. She lurched in broken jagged waves and tightened muscles that rippled around my shaft. Caught up in these seizures, it needed my strongest embrace to hold her against me. She bucked and shuddered violently. Abdominals tensed and flexed, through all her limbs, muscles and sinews tightened and shook. Rubbing her clit, she squealed, tore my hand away and thrashed in an orgasmic fit.
Savage seizures took her, her head thrown back, it lolled. As the convulsions ravaged her body, the intense orgasm broke her spirit. Transformed from a powerful animal into a spasming ragdoll, her ecstatic cries echoed into the hallway.
The reflection of her convulsing helpless body threw into the abyss with her. Hard shunts from my loins shook her body. I roared as the rich pulsating heat overwhelmed me. The intense strong spasms flowed from my perineum into her. Pressed to her breasts, she took it all fully impaled upon me. Still convulsing, light caught the glimmers of perspiration on her body. Gasping for air, the aftershocks rattled through her as she laid limp on the bed.
Her face hidden under an explosion of red hair, she whimpered. She rose and fell for nothing more than air. Rolling over, she wiped her hair from her face. Composing herself, she peered at with a side glance, her body mottled and blotchy.
The racing blood swished in my ears. Disparate, as human wreckage, we laid still and hunted for air.
“English… fuck!” she murmured
“You will not tame me, Anne-Pierre”
“Oh, I will, English,” and she snorted for air, “You are going to invite Elodie out for a drink soon… we will seduce her together… then we will see who is tamed.”
Gingerly, she eased herself upright. Pink skinned, in her eyes I saw it — a resolute determination. Leaving the room, she headed out for another shower.
Staring at the cornice work, the pit of my stomach lurched, a sickening sensation. This was no fantasy and I knew my purpose.
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I stalled Anne-Pierre that week. I was in no mood to indulge her.
Walking through the Premier Arrondissement, I was late… I was lost. It was Friday night, I had the name of the bistro, and I would meet Elodie there. It was something of a celebration at work, a landmark birthday.
Relying on my third set of directions, they cheered as I arrived, twenty minutes late. Elodie beamed and tapped her watch in playful admonishment, and I smiled back. There was a chair free next to her. As a fillip to my mild panic, my smile broadened. This was a sea change from the formality of the Art Gallery. Her hair tousled with a careful nonchalance. Attired in a navy jacket, jeans and snug fitted top, Elodie looked incredible.
A little flustered, I sat on my chair, “So sorry, I got lost.”
Elodie poured out a chilled white wine.
“Your problem is, English, you spend all your time running around the park or swimming, you should explore a little more.”
I weighed it up, “A fair point. I know Opera and Madeleine quite well now.”
“Thank you, salut,” and offered my glass.
“Salut, English.”
The brittle glass rang out.
The glimmer in her eyes made it all worthwhile.
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