Page 108 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

He was right, I did like it earlier. But this was different. He was so big.

He grabbed my hand and spun me around. He pushed down on my back. "This is the grand finale. This is the moment you've been waiting for." He grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks. "Damn your ass is beautiful."

"Are you sure it'll fit?"

He slapped my ass gently and squirted some lube onto his dick. Then he slapped it against my pussy and let it slide against my asshole. Desire shot through me. He did it again and again. God, I wanted to feel him inside of me.

"Everyone else was just getting you ready for me. Stretching you wide, so y

ou could handle me. Because I'm not planning on being gentle." He reached around my waist and rubbed my clit.

Oh God. "Put it in my fucking asshole," I said. Holy shit, did I really just say that?

In an instant, he gripped my hips and slid the tip of his cock in my ass. The lube made it slide in easily, stimulating the delicate nerves of my asshole as it stretched further and further.

My entire body was paralyzed with pleasure. I could focus on nothing other than the enormous cock claiming my ass.

Once he could go no further, he paused for a second and then pulled out. Every vein in his penis rubbing against my insides took me closer to the edge. And when he started thrusting and rubbing my clit, I shattered.

"Fuck!" I screamed and placed my hands on the ground. Every muscle in my body tightened, including my ass.

"Fuck that's tight," he groaned. His cock was getting even harder and bigger. "I'm about to cum."

"In my ass?" I asked.

"No. I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face, just like I promised. But I'm not done with you yet." He grabbed onto my garter belt and pulled me back onto him so forcefully that the lace started to rip.

I moaned as another orgasm washed over me. It seemed like every thrust was enough to make me completely lose control. I never wanted it to end. But it had to, because every time I clenched around him, he got closer to cumming.

"Come on, give it to me," I said.

"If you insist." He pulled out of me and stroked his massive cock with his hand. "Turn around, Alina. The audience isn't going to want to miss this."

I spun around so that I was kneeling, facing the audience. I stuck my tongue out and got ready to taste his cum. By now, taking a cumshot was practically second nature to me.

The perfect muscles in his body tightened and he let out a groan. I closed my eyes just as an enormous load of white hot cum exploded onto my face. It wasn't like the others though. The amount of cum a man has must be directly proportional to their penis size, because this was like someone sprayed me with a fucking hose. After one shot I was covered with almost as much cum as all the other men combined had given me. My mouth was full of the delicious liquid, but I didn't close it. I wanted more.

And he gave me more. Lots more. The second shot was just as big as the first. The third shot blasted onto my face and tits.

As I wiped the cum away from my eyelashes and opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of fireworks shooting up from the front of the stage. The audience went wild as Python's fourth and final shot was aimed perfectly in my mouth.

When he was done, I swallowed down the cum in my mouth and glanced over to the jumbotron to see the damage. As expected, I was covered in a ridiculous amount of cum. My face and tits looked like someone had dumped a gallon of white paint on me.

"Holy shit," I said. "That's so much cum."

Python smiled. "It looks good on you."

Python grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet as my other backup dancers joined us on the stage. They all joined hands

"Take a bow," he said and pulled down on my hand so that I'd bow in unison with them.

Is it over? Is it really over this time? The music had finally cut off and Owen Harris stepped onto the stage and started walking toward me. He smiled at me and for a second and his eyes wandered to my breasts. Oh my God, Owen Harris just checked me out. I put one arm in front of my cum covered breasts and my other hand between my legs.

I couldn't decide if I was happy or sad it was over. It was far and away the most incredible sex of my life, but it had been in front of so many people. My mind was numb from the pleasure. I couldn't even count the number of times I had orgasmed.

"Wow, Alina," said Owen. "That was uh...quite the performance."

All I could do was stand there, covering my body. I had done plenty of post-game interviews in volleyball, but never a post-sex interview. I thought I'd be interviewed for the first time by Owen Harris after winning gold in volleyball. Not after having danced naked in front of him.

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