Omozele

Episode 16

“Please TJ, FK me now TJ, FK me please, FK me, don’t go please, FK me, I need this, can’t you see?” the desperation in your voice would have been otherwise shameful but you were with me, a born freak like you – only barely managing to play my role as a dominant but turned on and horny as F**K.

“You’re a bastard TJ, put that J0yst!ck back inside me or untie me now you motherfu-Cker. This is crazy, just FK me you motherfu-Cker, FK me nau – please” I let you beg for more seconds before grabbing your waist, pulling you upwards towards me slightly so that your more of your K!ttyC@t was available to me and in one movement bearing downwards to force (you were so wet it wasn’t actually forceful but the movement was fluid) the length of my J0yst!ck inside you again.

“I’m a bastard abi?” I asked as I started Bleeping you like a piston – in and out in tune to the beat of the song I had on repeat.

“take my J0yst!ck you Bh” I half-shouted, “FK this J0yst!ck and never forget it. FK it you Slt, FK it…”

“Yes TJ, yes daddy, FK me like your Slt, FK me harder, FK me yes, treat me like your dirty Slt please, spank me now”

I needed no encouragement as my left hand left your waist and I slowed a bit to get a good angle to spank you from…’crack’ went my palm on your butt0ckz, a lot louder and harder than before – your body would confuse the pain of the spank with the pleasure in your K!ttyC@t and send your cells into overdrive.

?‘Crack, crack, crack’ I went again and again – Bleeping you all the time and almost immediately your body went deathly stiff for about a second and then your legs started to quiver so much that I was almost pushed off you. The position was a bit hard to sustain for me but I was determined to ride this through as I was also quite close. Your legs were shaking so much and I felt a warm liquid pouring out all over my balls – I looked down to see you squirting and the sight of your butt wiggling around my J0yst!ck plus your K!ttyC@t juice actually squirting out made me Pour also.

Before then, I had read about squirting but only ever been with one lady that squirted before. The entire of my being wanted to be inside you at that nirvana moment – “Oh Sht…oh Sht…Omo, Omo, Omo, Omo…” – we sang a Bleeping duet together as we shared the moment. My body continued jerking as I shot load after load of Pour into you. Bathed in sweat which had dropped all over your back, I collapsed heavily onto you and rolled off to one side. I was spent and sated, my legs felt weak and both my knees burnt like crazy – I knew the rug had bitten into them. I glanced at you and you were so still I was a bit scared except that your breathing was rhythmical – your back was rising and falling slightly, you were in a rest. I reached up and as I untied your hands, you stirred and turned slightly to look at me with a mix of awe, tired but a certain fulfilment –

“Tunji Badmus, you are a beast” You very calmly and silently informed me. I laughed and stood up unsteadily, shaking one leg after the other to let the blood flow back through them. I looked at my bottle of coke but decided water was what I needed. I went to the fridge and took one out, glancing at you as you tried to turn your body as though checking which parts still responded. I chuckled silently and slipped into the guest toilet with the bottle of water to ease myself and wash up. We had spoken about STDs in our past phone conversations and had both assured each other that we had no disease. I wasn’t too bothered as I knew from interactions with many of my friends in the medical line that the only way STDs could be contacted from sx was if a lady wasn’t properly lubricated and bruised in the process and the guy also happened to bruise his J0yst!ck at any point. If noth of them also had bruises around the genitals and these bruises came in contact at some point, STD could occur. Otherwise, they assured me and I researched as well, well lubricated sx was unlikely to cause STDs but to be on the safe side they advised, I should urinate as soon as possible after s*x and also wash off all the K!ttyC@t juice from my J0yst!ck.

This was what I was doing when you came to the door and peeked in lazily – “What are you doing?” You asked me.

“Washing my J0yst!ck” I responded and smiled at you.

“Should I come and help you?” was your response as you made your way to join me in the small toilet.

“I’m not sure I’m ready just yet…” I replied truthfully.