Confession Of A Sextress – Part 3

After he kissed me all the way down to my pussy, he placed his mouth firmly over it and started sucking it. His suction was very powerful that I was struggling in bed, moaning aloud. I had his head pressed against my thighs between my legs and my legs kept together behind his head. He was vigorously licking and sucking my pussy, sometimes biting my clit which sent currents all over my legs. I wondered if he will drink my pussy dry.

After a while, he left my pussy and knelt on the bed, saying,

“It is time for the final showdown ie the intercourse!”

He quickly unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock, which was around seven and a half to eight inches long and fully erected by now. He said,

“Come on. Bend against me in front of me. I wanna get inside from your back”

He pulled me out of the bed. But I stopped him and said,

“Wait for Qamaar, let me offer you a blow job. Then it will be easier for you”

He agreed hesitantly, saying,

“But no teeth on my penis, please”

I smiled, as I knelt down in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. It tasted salty, just as I expected and as I cleaned its top repeatedly, it finally became tasteless. Unlike many other men I have offered these, he was not moaning. Also, his penis top was somewhat blackened, like it has been burnt. I guess it was very less sensitive as well. No wonder. He was a circumcised man. So his thing is supposed to be less sensitive. I wondered why it had been blackened. I asked him,

“Qamaar, why does this seem blackened?”

“Well, I burnt it with boiling water when I came back home after my circumcision so that it becomes less sensitive sooner and I will be able to stop worrying every time it hits against my clothes”

I started the blowjob. After a while, he held my hair and started moving my head forth and back, much faster than I had ever offered a blowjob.

I should say one thing. He had his pubic hair completely shaven. So every time he pulled my head against himself, I ended up getting my face pressed against his pubes.

After some more time, his cock was wet and well prepared to penetrate me. As I took it outta my mouth, he held my neck with his hands and stood me up.

“Let us try a sex position”

He said as he turned me around.

“This is called the ‘prison guard’ position.

I man stands with feet at shoulders width. You stands back to me… legs are slightly apart… and bent in knees… your body bent forward… hands pulled behind the back”

He said as he set me for the position as he ended up with my hands pulled behind and he held my wrists. Well, I felt like his hostage now.

I bent my spine backward to make it easier for him to penetrate and waited for him to penetrate.

As he penetrated, I set out a loud scream as I felt like his fat cock was ripping apart my pussy. It was the 1st time in a long time I had such a fat cock inside me.

He started fucking. After a while, he was fucking me so frequently that my moaning was loud and breaking at his rhythm.

“A-a-a-a-ah!”

His grips against my wrists were so tight and firm. Though my wrists had started hurting, I was not gonna complain. After all, why complain? Through my years of pornographic career, I have adapted to find pleasure in pain.

“Oh God…oh God! Fuck me faster”

I was now almost outta my senses. Gladly, he stopped, released my hands and started breathing heavily. We were both fully in sweat. I, with my palms against my knees, asked him,

“Qamaar…is that it?”

He was not a pornographic actor or something so I thought it was over. No! His cock was still erect. He was not coming. I wondered how he can still hold on. Usually, a man who is not even on medicine can not hold his semen for this long during an intercourse session.

“Another position!”

Oh Hell! This guy.

“This is called ‘the Taurus’. Now turn around, place your back against my cock, bend down with your legs straight and hold the lower parts of your leg”

He said as he was patting my ass. I did as he said.

He held my hip and started penetrating me. Even though this time it took longer, he got back to his pace. Technically, I guess he was penetrating me around 4, 5 times a second!

“Oh, Go…d-d-d!”

I was screaming again. He was gripping my hip hard, squeezing my meat around there.

After a while, I felt like I was gonna fall over. He stopped, took me near a chair, and said,

“Hold the handle”

And as I did so, he started penetrating me again. My entire body was sweating like Hell and our sweat was all over the floor. Even though I felt a bit tired, I was not ready to back down this easily. I will hold up till he comes.

After a while, he stopped and said,

“Another position! Let us go to the bed for the oath position”

As we both went to the bed, he said,

“Kneel on the mattress” and as I did so, he knelt behind me and got close to me from behind, penetrating me from behind. Then, he held my jaw with his left hand, my right boob with his right hand and as he was eating my mouth and roughly having my boob squeezed in his hand, he started vigorously penetrating me just like before. Maybe because of his sexual rage, he bit my mouth several times. He was sucking my mouth so greedily. Sometimes, our teeth hit against each other. I was moaning into his mouth like,

“M-m-m-m-mh!”

After a while, he left my jaw and as kissing all over my back and squeezing each of my tits in each of his hands, he fucked me violently, until he released his fluid into my vagina. We were both breathing heavily, as we fell on the bed. He turned me back towards him and cuddled me, kissing my forehead. As I cuddled into his warmth, I said,

“Thank you, Qamaar. That was the best sex I had ever since I retired”

I was tired so I closed my eyes, as I kissed his chest a few times. As I tried to fall asleep, I still felt his left hand roaming all over my body.

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