15 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015: Cari Silverwood @CariSilverwood vs Piper Trace @pipertrace #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231Defiler  – Cari Silverwood

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Brask jammed himself into her pussy, to the very end, which both made her hurt from the sudden stretching and groan from pleasure. She felt herself squirt a little wetness around his cock.

“Oh frack, yes.” He withdrew and did it all again, over and over, with added force, while keeping her in place on her knees.

“Slower,” she choked out, whimpering, until her plea had him putting his fingers over her clit and playing there as he thrust in and out. That…helped. She bowed her head to better absorb what he did to her. More thrusts and more gasps came from her, until heavy crunching footsteps said Dassenze had returned.

“Here. This. Lift her.”

The two of them picked her up, their four hands positioning her with ease. Her weight and her squeaks of surprise seemed insignificant to these males and they deposited her on some square, padded footrest. Again Brask hadn’t bothered extracting his cock. The white upholstery gave under her hands and knees but all she could concentrate on was them treating her like something to be carted about when she was trembling and partway to climax. As she stared blankly at the whiteness under her splayed fingers, her mouth remained open. She squirmed back an inch, hoping for more of Brask since he was only a few inches inside. Her pussy pulsed around him, tight, needy.

“More?” The whine in her whisper was not her, but she couldn’t help herself. “Please?”

“Fuck, she’s calling me.” He laughed and pulled his cock out instead of in.

She groaned. Bastard. But he anchored her in place by holding her hips.

“Right height, Lord?”

“Yes. She is.” Dassenze was clearly amused. “Cock height. Now.” He lifted her head with his hand wrapped under her chin. “Much better, little one. Open.” He smiled as he introduced his upper cock to her lips. As he fed in the one he’d decided needed her mouth, his other cock glided beneath her chin. “Can you take it all the way?”

Cross-eyed, gagged by his cock stretching her jaw, she assessed his length then shook her head slightly.

For a few seconds, he studied her, with her mouth full of cock, as if the sight fascinated him.

His smile was hard with no hint of joy. “Denied. You can run on ceilings. You can take all of me. Concentrate. Fail and I’ll allow Brask to fuck your ass while I hold you in place.”

Damn. That conjured a picture so hot she almost wanted it to happen and she didn’t know if she’d even like anal. Confused, she stared back at him.

“Good,” he said, as if in her stunned expression he’d read a yes.

“Done messing with her head?” Brask smacked her butt once then tightened his hold on her hips.

As if in answer, Dassenze began fucking her mouth in earnest. He went almost to her limits until her eyes were watering, then withdrew a little, then went in to the limit and past it, out a bit, then even farther in.

The advance of their two cocks seemed deliberately timed as most thrusts were as deep as they could be into her, at the exact same moment. Overwhelming. Completely overwhelming. The sensation of fullness and possession was enough to make her gasp and whimper around Dassenze’s cock, sometimes when he was deep, sometimes when barely an inch past her lips.

“Look at me, Talia.”

Her eyelids fluttered as she tried.

He groaned and stared greedily down at her then jammed his cock in rougher than before, making her choke and drool. He held it there while Brask pumped in and out, slow at first and then smacking in harder and faster when his cock was almost at the end of her tunnel. The jarring thuds cranked up her arousal. Her climax was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not.

And she couldn’t breathe. Dassenze was still inside her and not moving. He looked like he wanted to burn what he saw into his memory. She gulped around his cock, swallowing convulsively, needing air.

“Almost. There.” Brask grunted, bumping at her, jolting her into the padding, then grinding into her and stopping. “You?”

“Fuck.” Dassenze pulled himself out and staggered back. She gasped in much-needed air, watching him and wanting him in her mouth again. He had to come inside her.

“Can’t. A mistake doing this. Any of my cum inside her might trigger bond mating. You…” He set his face then stepped in and grabbed a fistful of her hair, twisting it in a knot before he crouched and kissed her violently. “Fuck her hard. I’ll watch. Don’t close your eyes,” he commanded as he made her arch her neck. “Look at me while he fucks you.”

cooltext129750505189949Come When Called – Piper Trace

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“Why didn’t you use your key?” Evie asked.

“Respect,” Charley answered simply and she smiled again. She was trying to be grumpy but Charley was making it hard.

“So you respect the woman who’s being paid to fuck you?”

Charley nodded his head, his face suddenly serious. “Of course I respect you. I hope you know that already. But that doesn’t mean I won’t bend you over the end of that bed and fuck you until you can’t stand up.”

Evie took a step backward, her breath hitching at his blunt, erotic honesty.

Charley moved toward her in slow, deliberate steps, the way one might approach a horse not yet broken to saddle. “And know this…however long I get to spend in your bed tonight, Evie, won’t be nearly long enough for me to do everything to you that I want to do. But I’m gonna try.”

Evie recognized the tingling growing between her legs at Charley’s frank admissions. There was no denying the easy sexuality he projected or the chemistry that charged the air between them. It wasn’t simply a mutual attraction they shared. They also shared a secret neither of them vocalized, but of which both were constantly aware.

They were in Ford’s capture, willingly.

“At least show me what you’ve got on under your robe.” Charley gestured toward her. “Since we’re just going to stand here all night.”

She shook her head. She did want him, but knowing in her gut that she wanted Charley in her bed, and getting straight to the business of screwing him because Ford told her to, were two totally different things.

“Fine, then let’s get some sleep.” He stepped around her to the bed and she turned to keep her eyes on him. He casually stripped his clothes off, as if they’d seen each other naked a million times. Evie concentrated on keeping her gaze on his face. “I sleep in the nude, whether I’m fucking or not.” He grinned and pulled back the covers. “Now tell me in detail what we did so I can tell Ford in the morning. And don’t leave out the details men would remember, like how much your boobs bounced and how wet you were.” He yawned.

A powerful surge of affection for Charley walloped Evie. He was going to lie to Ford for her. That wasn’t a decision a man as loyal as Charley would have come to lightly. Stepping toward him, she let her robe slither off her shoulders, leaving her wearing nothing more than white, fluffy socks.

Charley had no similar concerns about keeping his eyes on Evie’s face. He hissed in a breath, a wide smile spanning across his handsome jaw, and shook his head. “You are killin’ me, girl.” In a graceful swoop, he wrapped one strong arm around her waist and hauled her onto the center of the bed so roughly her breasts jostled. She squealed, clinging to the tanned bicep now pinning her to the mattress.

He leaned over her, his voice was husky and low, his mouth so close she could almost feel his lips brush hers when he whispered, “I don’t want you to do anything with me you don’t want to do, understand?”

She nodded, suddenly so keyed up to screw this man that she was having trouble thinking straight.

“You are something else,” he whispered and kissed her, his lips lingering and caressing lazily, as if he had set aside the whole evening just to kiss Evie. “I love kissing you,” he whispered against her mouth. “Now that I decided I don’t hate your guts, it seems like I want to kiss you all the time.”

Her giggle jarred the quiet moment. “So when you decided you didn’t hate me, is that about the time you decided you wanted to fuck me too?” she teased.

“Oh hell no. I wanted to fuck you even when I hated you. Maybe especially then.” He curled his mouth into a wicked smile and lowered it again to hers. His lips were so soft and full, all she could think about was having them on her body. His tongue probed hungrily against hers, seeking her response.

She closed her eyes and let go, hoping her urgent tongue would communicate her impatience for him to be inside her. Without thinking, she made a small, pleading sound in her throat. All day the embers of her lust had been held just short of bursting into flame. It was maddening.

Charley read her whimper as all the encouragement he needed. He crushed his lips to hers aggressively, plundering her mouth with his tongue. Then, with a flat palm, he pressed her face to the side with just enough force to make her pussy muscles clench involuntarily. During her short tutelage with Ford she’d discovered it made her very wet when a man reminded her in bed of how much bigger he was than her.

And that he intended to satisfy himself in her body.

Charley exerted just enough pressure to send her that message, as if he knew exactly how to reduce her to his quivering pleasure slave.

Burying his shaggy head against her neck, he nipped until he found the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She gasped. He chuckled, low and throaty. “Is that your spot?” he mumbled against her moist skin. “I bet I can find others.”

She pressed her hands against Charley’s massive chest muscles, running her palms over them and then down his well-defined arms. He had more chest hair than Ford and his tawny skin gave her the impression he spent a lot of time outdoors. He bowed his back, curling his shoulders in as he worked over her body. But he was positioned off to the side, his erection not touching her, and she wanted to remedy that.

She pushed against him, trying to lift him away from her so she could rake her eyes over him like an overzealous patron at a male revue. A naked Charley was quite a treat.

If Ford was a Kobe fillet, then Charley was all cowboy rib-eye—both probably bad for you, but sinfully delicious. And, she was willing to bet, both thoroughly satisfying. It all depended on what you were in the mood for that day.

And, oh boy, she was suddenly starving for cowboy rib-eye. And Charley was an all-you-can-eat buffet.

She wasn’t strong enough to push him off her, but he realized her intention and pulled back to look down at her, his eyes trailing the lines of her body. She wasn’t sure how much of her naked body he could see, even in the bright moonlight, but she hoped he liked what he saw.

“Evie, goddamn.” He shook his head. “Look at your body. You are so curvy. You’re sin in skin.” A laugh rumbled through his chest. “I honestly don’t know where to start fucking.”

Evie giggled at his crass seduction, but an electric thrill of anticipation ran through her to her toes as she began imagining all the places he could start.

He settled onto his hip on the bed beside her and reached out, grasping one of her nipples between his finger and thumb and pinching, just enough to make the hard point stand rigidly at attention. Evie groaned under her breath.

She could feel his erection against her hip, distracting her while he kissed her softly. She squirmed, anxious for his cock. Stilling his kisses, he rolled her on the mattress as if she were a doll. “Turn on your side, Evie, with your back to me. I want you from behind.”

She shifted, trying to accommodate him, but she still sucked in her breath when Charley pushed the broad head of his cock against her wet entrance. With a shiver, she realized she was on the precipice of an odd but thrilling milestone. She was one hip flex away from fucking another man because Ford had commanded her to do it. But Charley seemed in no mood for reflection. With purpose, he rocked his hips forward and entered her. She groaned, fireworks exploding in her brain at the moment she’d done what Ford had demanded.

Charley seemed lost in her. He tilted his body, using his weight as leverage to work his cock deeper, pressing her into the mattress. His whisper was husky in her ear. “Ford said I could have you any way I want you. Any time.”

She moaned, arching her back and pressing up to meet his next thrust. He took the opportunity to shove hard into her, as if trying to bury every inch of himself. She gasped as the sheer size of his cock stretched her full.

He pulled her hips against his, cradling her with his body. Charley’s touch was that of a lover, his affection open and obvious, but the words he repeated were straight out of the mesmerizing, erotic darkness of Ford’s world. “Ford said I could have you, Evie. He said I could fuck you.” His ragged whisper was punctuated by the rhythm of his strokes.

Charley’s crude words reminding them both of Ford’s dominance over her, and the long, rough thrusts of Charley’s cock were exactly what Evie needed. She reached backwards, pressing her palm against the hard, flexing muscles of his buttock. “Charley!” she practically screamed. “Take me hard!”

Charley growled, rising up and bracing himself on his left arm while at the same time scooping his hand around Evie’s waist. He pinned her body under him. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

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