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I forgot. Mr. Collins is a special commando guy, a man who is a master of sneaking into forbidden, dangerous places without being detected.
He kisses my neck, hands roaming for a moment before he realizes I’m naked beneath my blanket. I had masturbated with Mr. Pink before I drifted to sleep.
“God.” His voice is a hoarse whisper.
I don’t hesitate to tempt him. “Take off your clothes and join me. The door is locked and my parents both took a valium before they went to bed. They won’t hear us, even if there’s an earthquake. But we better not make too much noise. Just in case.” I nuzzle his neck, teeth nipping his earlobe.
Mr. Collins sits up and undresses, stripping his all black clothing and dropping them to the carpet. He really had been ready for this sneak attack. Before long, he slips into bed with me, his warm, nude body against mine. No clothes, nothing keeping me from stroking his smooth skin. I love caressing his toned biceps, his six-pack abs. Mr. Collins’s thick, fat and long cock is hard and ready.
“What is this?” He found Mr. Pink. “Have you been a bad little girl?”
I’m not someone to be embarrassed by being a slut, but I feel a blush heat my cheeks. “I was lonely. And horny.”
“Hmm.” He brings Mr. Pink to his mouth and licks it. “I love the taste of your p**sy.”
“Yeah?” I get excited and lie back, spreading my legs. “I wouldn’t mind a few licks.”
That big cat growling sound I love pours from him. “Wider. Give me what I want.”
A second later, Mr. Collins settles between my legs, tongue flicking and teasing, eating my p**sy as if I’m the tastiest treat he’s ever had. I scratch at the sheets, fisting them, writhing in pleasure.
I’ve already had two big orgasms with Mr. Pink tonight. They’d been good. Normal and enough to ease some of my tension. But they hadn’t been Mr. Collins. He knows how to eat a woman until I’m balancing on the edge of ecstasy. I’m there, on the very tip of orgasm, reaching and stretching for it as if I’d die if I don’t come. He growls against my p**sy, tongue f**king me, lapping, flicking and nibbling my clit. When he takes that bit of nerve filled flesh between his lips and sucks, I come all over him, body tensing and relaxing in waves. Every nerve is alive and singing.
When I finally come back to myself, my gaze clashes with his, and he almost whines, making me think he’s disappointed I didn’t squirt for him.
“I need a cock,” I tell him.
“Let’s try this.” He shoves Mr. Pink into my p**sy and turns it on. No preamble and straight to the good stuff.
I jerk, body tense, familiar hum of my toy easing into me. My vibrator is an expensive one. It doesn’t make any noise that would reveal someone is secretly having some dirty fun. But it flutters inside me, delivering the sinful sensation I always crave. I squirm as he f**ks me with Mr. Pink.
God. It’s good. Mr. Pink is a big vibrator and I can’t take the whole length. Even when I jam it in and the tip kisses my cervix, it’s only half its length.
Mr. Collins works the vibrator in until I’m full. He’s toying with the switch, causing more powerful vibrations to tear through me. He rubs and f**ks it into me in such a way I can sense another climax roaring toward me. It dances along my spine, circling me as if it were a jungle cat ready to pounce. Every muscle tenses, drawing tight and ready to burst as it builds, crawling, running and dancing toward the end.
It’s a big one. Huge. And I can’t figure out how I’m going to muffle my scream. Mr.
Collins plucks my clit with his other hand, stimulating me, while he whispers, that deep voice sweeping through me.
“That’s it, my little slut. Take it. Take that big cock. Beg me for mine.”
I jerk my hips. “Mr. Collins…” It’s too much. I come in that instant, his words hanging in the air. I practically bend in half as I come. Hard. I gush juice, probably coating his hand with my pleasure.
He slips the vibrator from my cunt and laps at my cum coating the toy and his hand while I struggle to keep my sanity in check.
“Mmm.” Mr. Collins purrs. “You taste so good.”
I catch my breath and beg. “I want your cock in my p**sy. f**k me again like the last time.”
“Jesus.” He scrambles from his position and settles behind me, spooning me. He nuzzles behind my ear as he pulls my leg up to rest on his hip, leaving me open, and he impales me on his dick. In one thrust, he’s in me, stretching and filling like I remember.
Oh f**k. “Yes,” I moan. I love it. Love his cock. Love the way it stretches the tight walls of my cunt. He eases in and out, prick quivering in my depths. I turn my head, searching for his face and I capture his lips. We f**k, but it’s not like the last time. He seems to want to go slow, savor the time we have left.
Fine by me.
Even going slow, taking his time and teasing me, hand stroking my breasts, stomach and tweaking me clit, he manages to make me come twice more.
I’m delirious. I love coming multiple times, but it also makes me sleepy.
Mr. Collins hasn’t come yet, his stamina amazes me, his erection still hard as a rock.
He slips his cock out of my p**sy and replaces it with a couple of fingers, stroking me.
He plays with my cunt, making it just right, so good and deep, followed with a playful slap to my p**sy.
He eases his fingers free of my heat, wandering, lingering on my ass. Mr. Collins plays over my nether hole, a thrilling sliver of the forbidden races through me as I moan and tip my hips back toward him. Urging him on.
I love getting f**ked in the ass. It’s dirty. Slutty. f**k, I need it now that he’s toyed with me.
He pauses, his lips hovering over my ear. “Tell me, little girl, have you…”
“Been f**ked in the ass?” I giggle quietly. “I love it.”
“Oh.” He sucks in a breath. “I want your ass.”