Page 12 of The Wicked Virgin

“Oh Nick,” I sighed, never taking my eyes from his big form. “Oh gawd.”

And we stroked ourselves in rhythm, me frigging my little puss, the big man running his hand up and down his dick. It was amazing, we were in concert with one another, making each other feel good even without actually touching, our minds attuned, our bodies in sync. And it was so sensuous, so dirty, that I began to come, a tidal wave cresting in my pussy, dragging me under with rolling waves of pleasure, making my cunny shake and clamp as I screamed.

And the big man wasn’t immune either. But instead of coming wetly in his hand, he leaped over to my side of the desk and pointed his dick at my naked cunt, spurting heavy reams of white all over my pussy, spurt after spurt of hot juice hitting my clit, my hole, spattering my thighs and dripping all over my butt. I shrieked even louder, the dirtiness overwhelming me. I’ve dreamed nasty dreams, seen a lot of depraved acts on the internet, but never had I actually done anything with a man, had a strange man spray his semen onto my cunt.

And I loved it, I loved every second of it, feeling that hot jism hit me again and again, drenching me in his sticky juices. The semen was a creamy white, running between my thighs, splashing me everywhere, making me gasp and moan with lust, thrashing under the fire hose of his spray, my cunt spasming to draw it up inside me.

And after Nick finished, he shook his dick off a little, further spattering me, the droplets hitting me everywhere but I didn’t care. At this point, he could have creamed on my face and I would have gladly licked my lips and asked for more.

And the big man knew it. He could tell that I was basically his sex slave at this point, my body in thrall to him, a panting, heaving, trembling mess. Chuckling deeply in his throat, the billionaire watched hungrily as I massaged the sweet jism into my folds, pushed it up my hole and into my sweet cunt.

“That’s right,” he growled, his eyes on fire even as he tucked his dick back into his trousers, zipping up and looking perfectly groomed in an instant, not a hair out of place. “I’ve marked your pretty little pussy and you’re going to go around all day with my semen on your skin,” he rasped, eyes ravenous, gazing at my lush form sprawled in the chair. “You’re mine now.”

And without a backwards glance, he turned on his heel and strode out, leaving me gasping, panting, oh-so-turned on … and desperate for more.