Chapter 38: Sweet Anna
I alternated between both breasts, sucking on one while my fingers twisted and tugged the other, then switching.
Every strong pull made her moan louder.
’This young man... is dangerous.’ She thought, her body already betraying her restraint.
I occasionally released a nipple with a wet pop, only to dive back in and suck aggressively, stretching the peak slightly as I pulled back.
Anna’s free hand reached down and started rubbing her own clit through the fabric in frantic little circles.
I stopped and gripped her wrist immediately, "Relax and let me do my job ma’am." I whispered close to her mouth.
Letting our eyes meet before I landing a kiss on her lips.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, then she looked away shyly.
Still some resistance but I could tell that she wanted me.
I kissed her again and this time my tongue slid into her warm wet mouth, so delicious.
She broke out again. "No.. no~ no~ no~ no~"
"Well, you should stop, you should stop right now." She whispered.
"Why?"
"It’s because it’s not right, you’re kissing me."
"It’s okay." I whispered.
"No~ no, i don’t think this is normal." She breathed.
"It’s normal.. it’s just a special massage, that’s all." I said, while my free hand slid down her soft soft stomach.
Oil slicked fingers reached her thick, trimmed bush and parted her swollen lips without warning.
Anna’s entire body jerked.
"Wait — Bruce, no!" She cried out, voice sharp with sudden panic. Her thighs clamped together hard, trapping my hand between them.
"That’s... that’s my pussy! You can’t finger me— stop!"
"It’s still a muscle that needs to be massaged ma’am." I pushed against her resistance, forcing her legs apart with steady pressure.
Two fingers pressed against her dripping entrance and sank In slowly.
Her cunt was hot, tight, and soaking wet, the walls clenching tightly around my invading fingers as if trying to push them back out.
Anna gasped and thrashed. "I didn’t ask for this. Pull them out! I mean this is too far! My husband is not someone people like you want to mess with. He’ll bury you and me alive." Her hands shoved weakly at my shoulders while her inner walls fluttered and squeezed in involuntarily spasms.
Every time I curled my fingers upward against her Gspot she let out a choked moan that betrayed her.
I ignored her protests and began pumping steadily — slow, deep thrusts that made wet, filthy squelching sounds.
My thumb found her swollen clit and rubbed firm circles over it at the same time.
Her resistance was physical and desperate — legs trembling as she tried to close them again, hips twisting away, pussy gripping my fingers like a vice in an attempt to expel them.
"Stop... please stop..." she panted, but her voice cracked. "It feels.. too good... no don’t curl them like that~ fuck!"
Her protest grew weaker with every thrust.
The tight resistance in her cunt slowly melted into greedy, rhythmic squeezing.
Her thighs stopped fighting and began to quiver, opening wider.
One hand still pushed against my shoulder while the other clutched the edge of the table.
I added a third finger, stretching her mature hole further.
The wet sounds grew louder.
"Look... you’re loving this." I whispered. Pulling my fingers out and showing her - her my soaked fingers.
I pushed back in an Anna’s hips started rolling against my hand despite herself, fucking back onto my fingers even as her mouth kept forming weak protests.
"This is wrong... so wrong.." she moaned, tears of overwhelming pleasure forming at the corners of her eyes. "I’m going to cum on a stranger’s fingers.. don’t make me cum... don’t— ahh!"
"Anna, you’re being too loud," I whispered, lips brushing her skin. "You need this, trust me."
The words slithered into her brain like silk. She relaxed, letting her legs fall flat against the table.
"I’ma ask you a few questions and all you just need to do is to answer me, okay!"
"Okay." She whispered. Voice hoarse.
"You love the way I touch you. True or false?"
"Mmmph~ true." She whimpered.
"Would you let me fuck you right now?"
She hesitated. "What?"
"Answer me," I whispered. "Or I’ll end our session here."
Her pussy squirmed around my fingers at the threat of me stopping.
"Fuck... yes." She confessed breathlessly, arching her back as if inviting me to go further.
"Why?" I returned the question back.
"I haven’t been fucked properly in years," she confessed breathlessly. "My husband, very successful, so busy making money but doesn’t have time for me."
I smirked, "Then let’s not take so long before we get to that." I gave her a knowing smile as her slipped off her panties.
"Bruce—" she stared, but I pressed her own soaked lace gently to her lips with a grin.
The scent on the fabric only made her cheeks flush.
Now her moans were muffled by her panties.
"That’s better." I muttered.
"You look so incredibly right now," I said, giving her pussy light taps. Her body responded accordingly, her thighs trembling with every tap.
Without me even saying. She placed her hand on my hard dick, it was rock hard so she could feel it clearly through my pants.
I quickly took off my pants and boxers, allowing her to feel my dick once again.
Her eyes widened as she felt the size, ’that thing wouldn’t fit inside me, it’s going to be too much... I would literally die.’
Yet these thoughts only made her want me even more. She wanted to be killed by a such big dick.
"I’m going to fuck you still you shed tears." I whispered.
Her body itched hearing those words.
I kissed her neck then but down on her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine.
Then I used my mouth to remove the panties from her own mouth.
"Why are you just letting me use you like this?"
"You were praying for me to something like this, weren’t you?" I asked.
"No~ that’s not true..."
I used the tip of cock to rub against the lips of her pussy, my precum mixing with her horny fluids.
Her hairy pussy glistening deliciously...