Confession Of A Sextress – Part 6

This part will be in her viewpoint

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I could not really sleep. I was aware of his moves against my body, and I pretended to be asleep so that I can enjoy his moves silently. But I knew this; if my pussy is to get wet, he would know I was just pretending. Well, what bad would he do anyway? He will not scold me or hurt me just because of that.

I felt him kissing my mouth over and over again for a while, holding me tightly in his arms and squeezing my buttocks. This time, his squeezed were more gentle than the last time and I could enjoy it more as well. I had to struggle a lot to pretend to be asleep.

After kissing my lips for a while, he turned me upwards, slowly laid on me and started kissing all over me, groping me here and there. Once he pulled my left leg over himself and rubbed it keeping it in that position when he sometimes groped my ass as well.

After a while like that random kissing, he started tasting and feeling my boobs, as usual. But this time, his bites and squeezes were not as rough as they once were. Now I was thinking. Maybe why he groped me hard last time was only because I asked him to. Well, after years of rough sex, I am inclined to enjoy it somewhat rough but not as rough as I had from him last time, really. This way I liked it more. Maybe he is not doing it rough now because that is not what he is. He wants to do it soft like a real man but he made it rough because I wanted him to and now he does it soft because he thinks I am asleep.

He was making a lot of noise while tasting my boobs. It was such an immense feeling when I had his tongue around my nipples. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him. He was eating them as if he had not had it for years. No matter how soft he went on, his greedy self-was eminent in almost every move of his mouth. By then my pussy has started leaking.

Whenever he moved over my boobs, he took much time over them. So this time, when he moved away from them, my nipples had fully erected and I guess he noticed that I was pretending. But he did not say anything. He kissed me down to my pussy, Rubbing me all the way downwards and upwards.

After greedily sucking my pussy for a while, he placed one of his knuckles on my clit and started licking and pressing it at the same time, making me incapable of holding my moaning. I lightly moaned like,

“Aa…h!”

And He said,

“I knew you were pretending, “Furry” (did he just call me that?)”

And kept sucking my juice off of me. I took hold my his head with my hands and pulled it back to my head level and looked at his eyes. He seemed troubled. He asked,

“What?” As his hands were now rubbing me all the way between my boobs and his, squeezing my flesh wherever possible in between.

“Mh…did you just call me “Furry” ?”

“Well, did not mean to offend you”

“Nah, it is alright…Furry is good” I said as I smiled at him. Then we tightly hugged each other and started eating the mouths of each other for some time, as I felt his cock tightening against my belly. Technically, he was sucking my mouth dry. I guess he was greedy of whatever liquid came outta me during sex.

After a while, I broke the kiss and told his troubles self,

“Qamaar, I want you to be gentle with me from now onwards. Not very gentle but just as much as you were when I pretended to be asleep. Got it?”

“It is your call, furry. I do what you say”

Then he placed his cock on my pussy and asked me,

“May I? ” to which I nodded ‘yes’ and he started fucking me. Even this time, his hands were on my boobs and squeezing them but they were not painful like the last time. I had my eyes closed due to the sensation. But I forcibly kept my eyes open for him because I thought that constant eye contact will help. We were smiling at each other.

But this was not something I asked him. Our deal was that I narrate a part of my story and he fucks me in return for that part. This was one extra, but I did not say that and ruin his mood. I provoked him more.

After a while, he was fucking me more frequently but not at his highest pace. But his present pace was enjoyable as well.

After a while, he got off of me, gently turned me around, bent my elders and placed my hands near my face, knelt and sat on my ass with his legs by the sides of my hip and started fucking me. My face was towards my right-Hand side and he was massaging my buttocks. I said,

“Slap them, Qamaar…Slap them gently”

He started slapping them during his massage session.

After some time, he laid on me, kissing my upper body again and again and sending his palms below me to squeeze my boobs. I turned my face towards him and we tasted the mouths of each other for a while. He was still fucking me.

After that, he took hold of my hands and pressed them against the mattress. I felt submitted for the first time during the whole session but I did not care because I trusted him and he had proven himself worth trusting, regarding sex.

All of a sudden, he said,

“I am about to come. Lemme release my cock”

“No Qamaar, release them in”

“Are you sure? Okay then”

After some hard thrusts, I felt his hot juice inside me. But I felt like he did not release them deep inside me so I felt them flowing out of my pussy. As he laid by me, I took them in my fingers and ate them.

“Wow! You really are a pornstar” He said, laughing.

He closed his eyes, with his face against my boobs and having me rightly cuddled against him. His warmth was immense on my boobs. I loved it.

When I woke up, he had left again. I wondered,

“Does he have to keep working every day?”

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