Confession Of A Sextress – Part 5

This part is in her perspective

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“I met my uncle and immediately was assigned to teach small kids. Before the rest of the story, I want you to do you know what”

He put away his pen and his book and jumped at me. He pulled me off the chair, placed me on the sofa, fell on me and started earing my mouth, as usual, having my hands held against the cushion. I ate his mouth in return, and after a while, he pulled apart my dress around my breast and started eating and playing with my boobs, which was as sensational as always. I held his head and pressed him even harder against my boob. His suction had become even more powerful. It was so powerful that it actually started hurting my boob after some time. But I was not gonna complain. I have been in the sex industry for around 14 years and have had more sex than most women can only imagine. So this was not a big deal for me.

Even though I tolerated it for a while, he kept eating the same boob for even longer. Now, the pain had increased and I did not enjoy tolerating it any further. So among my moans, I Said,

“Ah…that hurts now, Qamaar”

Understanding me, he moved to the other boob. His hands were roaming all over my body now.

While he was eating that boob, he sent his middle and ring finger into my pussy and started finger fucking me, making my pussy spit my juice all over the floor and make me scream.

“A-a-a-a-ah! Oh God!”

Then, he fed me my own juice in his fingers and started groping my other boob, still eating my boob.

He ate that boob until it started hurting more than I could tolerate, as the last time. Then he pulled apart my dress and started eating my pussy. As I was struggling and moaning, I held his head, pressed his face against my pussy and said,

“Oh yeah Qamaar…suck me dry…oh God!”

He seemed to be very greedy for my juice. After that, he played with my clit as well. Now I can understand how it feels like to be electrocuted.

Anyway, after some more sucking for my juice, he pulled down his pants, got into 69 position with me, where he kept penetrating my mouth like he usually penetrated my pussy, while still sucking my pussy as usual. I was smelling his ass but I would not care, after years of smelling male asses.

After some time, when his cock seemed wet enough, he stood up, ready for the final showdown.

“Take me to the bedroom and threw me to the bed, Qamaar”

He smiled, took me in his hands, took me to the bedroom and threw me to the bed. He jumped on me again and started off violently.

He turned me around, lifted my right leg upwards so that the leg is bent and my upper part is slightly elevated from the mattress. Then he pulled my arms backward, bending them and elevating my upper body, sat on my ass with his legs on the sides of my hip, bent down, took hold of my boobs with each of his hands and started penetrating my pussy, pulling away from my boobs each time he got inside me.

After a while, he laid on me and kissed my lips as I had my face turned a little towards him, took hold of my neck with his right hand and started fucking me at his highest pace, making me break my moans. He was squeezing both my neck and my right boob at the same time, with his utter strength. My boob was hurting and I was gasping for breath. I held his left hand to loosen it a bit from my neck. He left my neck, took hold of my right shoulder and mouthing all over my back, kept on fucking me over and over. It was hard as good as it was.

I should say this. Usually, in sex, he is not the gentleman he is when he listens to me or tries to make me feel relaxed. He is rough and filled with life. His strength can be felt in his every move.

After some more fucking, he knelt, kissing me whoever he could, turned me to my left side so that my left leg was bent, right one straight and my pelvis bent to my left-hand side. He had his knees on the sides of my right leg and again started fucking the hell outta me, holding my hip with his left hand and slapping my ass with his right. Yeah, he started that too.

After some time, he placed his hands on my boobs, taking firm hold of them and placing much of his body weight over them and kept fucking me. I could have breath and my boobs were hurting as well, but I did not complain. The sensation in my vagina was all that mattered.

After some more fucking, he laid on me, and we kissed each other for a while, still him fucking me and my lower body at the same position. He ate my mouth, ate my neck, bit me wherever he could, still fucking me and squeezing my boobs. After a while, he held my hands each with each of his hands, pressed them against me and started eating my mouth, fucking me all the way.

After some more fucking, he changed our positions again. He squatted. He leaned back and put his palms on the mattress with his arms straight, for support. He said,

“Now it is your turn to do the hard work”

I sat on his cock, squatting down, and with my hands against the mattress, started moving up and down. This was nothing new to me so it did not take me long to reach my highest pace. I kept doing it until I felt his juice in my pussy.

He fell on the bed calmly. I went to the bathroom, washed, came back to him and laid my him, as he turned to my side and held me tightly in his arms. Lovely moments like this after sex is always important.

“That was great, Qamaar” I said as we kissed each other for a while.

“When shall I leave?” I asked him while my head was against his chest and his left hand was roaming all over my body.

“Maybe once the story is told over?”

I looked at him and said,

“Well, it is long. You will not wanna keep me here for that long at the same time”

“I do not care. It is good having you here”

I closed my eyes as he pulled me even further into his tight embrace.

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