Nilou sank onto his cock, a long groan coming from her throat. He was so big. His veiny meat stretched her out more than she thought possible. But she was still so tender and wet from her orgasms that he slipped deeper and deeper with ease.
Before she knew it she had him up to his hilt. She shuddered, wincing at the pain, breathing hard through her nostrils as her tongue entwined itself with the stranger's.
It felt as if he was pushed up against her lungs.
His large hands rested on her waist, giving her encouraging squeezes. Nilou tried her best, moving her hips up, wincing. Up and down, up and down, she felt that monstrous heat poke into far reaches of her insides that she never thought was possible. She shuddered with every downwards thrust, squeals occasionally escaping her if she slid down too fast. Their mouths parted as Nilou gasped for breath. His hands shifted to her tight ass as she kept going.
Soon she began to adjust enough where she could establish a rhythm. She heard his own hisses and grunts as she kept going, just now realizing that he was trying to hold himself back. Despite the discomfort Nilou couldn't help but smile at the fact that her body was giving this man this much pleasure. She focused on that aspect, on the pulsing of his cock, how it throbbed every time she moved her body, every time she gave a little squeeze of her core. Her body began to pick up those rhythms, hips moving in tandem, body twisting with every urge of the heat pooled at the base of her stomach.
It was like a dance.
The rhythm eventually grew a little faster. Then, the pain was completely gone. Within minutes, Nilou brought her hips down on his at a consistent tempo, and within minutes of that, Nilou started to feel good.
She couldn't believe this was happening as her breath ramped up, her toes clenching as the bed squeaked with every move of her hips. Only an hour ago she was wandering into a shop to look at a piece of jewelry, and now here she was, driving herself up and down on a stranger' cock. The naughtiness of it only made her wetter. Soon Nilou realized that after getting used to his size, this wasn't as hard as she thought.
All that mattered was how her hips moved, and Nilou's tight core built from hours of training and fluid hips from countless days of dancing was built for this.
She lifted her head out of the crook of the stranger's neck then, sharing a look with him as she kept fucking him, taking advantage of her dancer's hips to swirl around him and savor him with sensuous clenches. He must've liked that a lot, each clench earning several throbs and a few moans. She smiled at that.
"Do you feel…good, mister?" she said breathily.
"More than good, Nilou. It's too good…you're ungh! just, so tight."
"Isn't that a good thing?" she said, teasing him by playing coy, her hips still swirling hot circles with his cock in the snug grip of her cunt.
"Y-Yeah well," the stranger said with a chuckle, sweat falling from his brow as he concentrated, his hands running up and down her body. One of them ran down the front of her body, fingers running up her belly, giving a pinch to her breast. "I wouldn't want to finish before I had time to properly enjoy you."
Nilou brought a hand to his cheek. She stopped circling her hips and started to swivel her hips up and down again, ramping up the rhythm as her pussy sucked at his swollen meat. They both shared moans, the stranger's hands gripping her tighter than ever.
"Then enjoy me."
Nilou crashed her lips against his as they sloppily made out.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
In time Nilou's hips smashed into the stranger's as the sex grew rougher. He palmed her asscheeks as she kept going, her thrusts growing more confident, more bold. Nilou was loving every moment of this now. Every time his cockhead struck her so deeply, her vision blurred, a sigh or a moan ripped out of her throat with every delicious slide of his cock in and out of her pussy.
Their tongues fucked just as passionately. They traded spit with wet smacks of air, hungry and increasingly desperate for one another. In due time the sex would take priority, their lungs too desperate for air to compromise for mere spit.
The stranger took her arms off his shoulders, making her support her weight on his knees as she kept going. She adjusted perfectly, moving her hips without interruption, his cock hitting her again and again in that perfect spot.
"You sure you haven't done this before, girlie?" the stranger said with a cocky grin. He ran a hand down the front of her nakedness, sliding it to her hips. "Look at you go. You're riding me like a pro."
Nilou's cheeks, already almost as red as the hair that framed them, flushed at that. Silence fell between them as the sex grew more intense.
She could feel his eyes drink in the sight of her as they both shared hot, open mouth breaths.
She still miraculously had her headdress and circlet on, the veil of the horned accessory fluttering every time Nilou smacked herself down onto the stranger's lap, the drop-shaped charms on the front of the circlet shaking in tandem. Her top was still on, but with the way the stranger flipped it up it was reduced to a wrinkled blue band of fabric tucked into the collar of her gaudy bejeweled neck ring. Other than that, her puffy dancer's sleeves still remained, as did their golden wristlets.
Being fucked in the outfit she wore everyday was exhilarating. This secret indulgence she was losing herself into was something nobody else would know. She would perform in this outfit in a day, wear it for hundreds of people to see, and only she and the stranger would know that she lost her virginity wearing it.
Once again, an orgasm suddenly tore through her.
Her tender pussy was more sensitive than it usually was, and she let the climax wash over her, her pace slowing. The stranger remedied this by thrusting up into her, one of his arms snaking up her back to keep her steady as he shoved himself into her again and again. Nilou squealed at this, her vision turning to white. His cock suddenly felt completely different at this pace, her entire body shaken with every hard strike.
The stranger leaned forward and captured a nipple in her mouth then, forcing Nilou to lean back further, her back almost arching as the sex suddenly grew rough. He ran his fingers down her tight stomach, pushing intently on her womb.
"O-Oh, yes, mister, more…!" Nilou begged through choked gasps, the fingers she had clenching above his knees digging deep into his skin.
And more he gave. He began thrusting upwards faster, rocking Nilou's world as another orgasm chained with the previous one. He kept going, fucking her through it. His arms wrapped around her torso as he hungrily sucked on her tit even harder. Eventually they found themselves entangled with one another once more as the sex reached a fever pitch, both of their hips beginning to desperately slam into one another with wet slaps of skin.
"I-I'm almost there, girlie," the stranger hissed as Nilou clung to him with a whine, her body almost overcome with the pleasure. "I'm going to cum."
Not even thinking of any consequence other than what she wanted in the moment, Nilou wrapped her limbs around him in a bear hug.
"D-Do it inside, mister, I-...!"
Nilou's words turned into a breathless gasp as she came once more. Her tiny pussy clenched around him and soon enough she pulled him over the edge.
"N-Nilou…!"
The stranger planted her down to the hilt of his cock, and he came.
Nilou gasped mid-orgasm at the sensation she now felt as hot ropes of the stranger's virile cum shot straight into her womb. It was such a strange sensation, feeling her insides being filled with hot buckshots of goo, but Nilou embraced it quickly, her inner muscles milking him for everything he was worth.
They both shared loud groans for the next minute as the stranger's orgasm continued. She felt every inch of her baby pocket coated in his seed, each twitch of his cock ensuring a hot buckshot of nut to splatter and plant itself deep inside of her. She loved feeling his inadvertent hip thrusts, feeling how good he felt.
Finally, their orgasms tapered out, and they rested against each other like that, with Nilou's petite frame clinging to his.
As they caught their breath, Nilou felt his creampie begin to spurt out of her. She looked down at their connection, watching as sticky dollops of nut bubbled out and started to leak down onto the bed in sticky strings of white. She was entranced, taking a finger down to scoop some of it up. She tasted it, sucking on her fingers as her body still twitched, her nerves still in fallout of the chain of climaxes.
It was now that she noticed the stranger was still as hard as when they started.
She brought her face up to his. They shared a smile before the kissing began again. It didn't take long for the kissing to grow into yet another fiery makeout session, their sweaty bodies grinding and sliding against each other. Nilou found herself clenching her inner muscles again, coaxing the stranger's cock to pulse, to throb, to lust for her again.
Their kissing grew so ferocious that Nilou suddenly yelped when the stranger bit into her lip, drawing drop of blood. She parted from his mouth, panting as she started to draw those circles again with her hips. They locked eyes, both of their pupils dilated with sheer desire.
"Tell me what you want." the stranger growled. "I'm far from finished with you, tiny dancer. But I want to know what you want."
"I..I want you to make me feel good," Nilou said, breathily. Despite feeling his cum beginning to leak out of her pussy, she felt bashful asking so forwardly. "Make me forget about…everything, just do what you want to me."
"You sure you can handle that?"
Nilou peered up at him, her meekness temporarily eclipsed by her confidence.
"I told you not to underestimate dancers, mister. I bet you can't do a leg hold as long as I did."
The stranger chuckled, licking his lips. He had that dark look in his eyes again and it made Nilou sink her teeth into her own lip.
"So you're positive?" he said, giving a possessive squeeze of her body. "You want me to do whatever I want to you?"
The finality of his question made Nilou gulp, but she nodded, excitedly.
"Okay good," he said, his face swooping in next to her ear as, all of a sudden, he stood up, his large hands almost wrapping completely around her body as he held her in midair. He shifted his arms, making them hook under Nilou's knees, his hands finding firm grips on her shapely thighs. Nilou squeaked, instinctively wrapping her legs around his back. He licked the shell of her ear, making her coo. "Because I'm going to show you what a good fucking feels like, Nilou."
In the next moment, Nilou's world violently shook as he gripped her body and slammed her onto his cock, his cockhead kissing the gate of her cervix. Before she could catch her breath, the stranger slammed her into him again, and again, and within seconds he established a rapid pace, the backside of her thighs smacking loudly with every thrust.
In this position Nilou couldn't do anything but hold on for dear life as he hollowed her out with his swollen shaft. Despite the strength her body had from her dancer's training, Nilou's nubile frame was still completely overwhelmed by the stranger's physique. She locked her ankles behind him, her hands desperately gripping his neck and his shoulders. He was smiling as he plowed her like this, his brow furrowed in concentration as sweat dripped down his dark skin.
"Just nggh! enjoy the ride," he said through pants and groans. She felt him pulse excitedly in her even through the relentless thrusts. "I'll make you forget everything. I'll make you only think about cock."
He sped up his movements, slamming her up and down his rod faster, his own hips joining into the fray by slamming into her. Nilou could only cling to him, limp like a ragdoll.
Nilou came. She let out a breathless squeal, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Once again her world turned to white as her head fell back. Her veiled headdress finally slipped off her head, its horns clattering to the floor as Nilou choked out desperate squeals towards the ceiling, sweat rolling down her neck. Her body arched and clenched tight around the stranger's cock. Her entire mind melted from the sheer heat of pleasure frying her nerves.
The stranger kept fucking her. If Nilou could talk, she'd probably tell him to stop. Protest his thrusts, the way he kept smashing her tight body into his crotch, but all that could leave her mouth now where desperate moans and squeals.
She could feel him pulse inside her, feel him get close. The leftover load he'd shot into her was almost completely scraped out by now, and she wanted the warm feeling of his cum filling her again. She clenched at the thought, tightening her core around his pulsing in a way that made her panting gulps of air hitch. Just the thought of it-
Nilou came again. Her body arched once more, her head hanging upside down, her bright red twintails almost scraping the floor as she used the last reserves of her strength to just hang on with her hands. She clenched around him, gripping his cock for all it was worth.
He kept fucking her through her orgasm. She heard his grunts, his desperate moans as he grit his teeth. She came again. He would soon follow suit.
With one final slam into his crotch, the stranger finally growled and slammed her into a nearby cabinet. Both of them let out a yell at the violent move. With Nilou pinned, he hilted himself and came.
The stranger's face buried itself into Nilou's neck as he pumped her full of spunk. She could only take it, her body still shuddering through an umpteenth orgasm. As he promised, nothing was on her mind right now other than his cock. She milked it for every hot jet of cum he shot inside of her womb, her heat sucking him into her tight body as his climax continued.
Nilou could hear their combined efforts drip onto the floor, puddling below his feet as he kept going. She loved hearing him moan, feeling his giant frame shudder and shiver from pure pleasure. Seeing such a composed, strong man brought down to this all because of her made his climax feel as good as her own.
Eventually they caught their breath, and they shared more kisses.
He was still hard.
The stranger parted from a particularly long kiss with a moan. With Nilou still pinned against the hefty cabinet, he started to pump slowly into her again, both of them giving sighs of pleasure.
Wordlessly he continued, Nilou's legs locking behind him as their heavy exhales mingled between their noses, making Nilou feel lightheaded. They peered into each other's eyes, as if daring each other to ramp things up.
Before long the pace grew to a point where his momentum drew out long moans from her, his cock fully erect as it dug into her slickness, punching into her deepest reaches with a consistent smacking tempo. Cum from the previous load spilled out of her, dollops clinging to his cock, their sticky egress making her only want more inside her.
"Fuck me." Nilou suddenly said.
The words came out as not a request, not a beg, but something akin to an order. It surprised her. She never cursed, and this particular curse was so crude, so direct. The stranger smiled devilishly.
"Finally learning to say 'yes' to yourself, huh?" he said, groaning as she squeezed around him.
"I said just fuck me." Nilou demanded.
Despite her annoyance, on the inside, Nilou knew he was right.
This was the end point of following her whims. Of saying 'yes' to everything she felt like doing in the moment, thinking of nobody else but herself. For once in her life, Nilou was finally asking someone else for a favor. She was saying 'yes' to herself.
And as the stranger started thrusting into her, the cabinet shaking as he fulfilled her request and started to pound her into another uncountable number of orgasms, Nimou regretted not saying 'yes' to herself sooner.
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