Roaring Passion 3 (Patreon)

He pumped his hips and his cock met her skin, all hard heat and wet precum. Pressing himself into her flesh and jacking off his erection with how it didn't let him in. Not there.

His knee was still where he would enter her, soon, finally. It pressured her stiffened clit and squeezed a kind of pleasure into her blood bloated labia. Almost painful how it pushed her up to the edge but didn't send her over. Katy needed to orgasm. She would let him enter her, let him come in her, do anything he wanted so long as she climaxed from it. But the feeling didn't give her any release, just more building and building and building. And already it was too much. Already she had to have it give!

“Fuck me! Go on and fuck me, for God's sake, why would you leave me like this!” Katy cried, shocked at how her own need sounded when it echoed back to her.

Ka-Zar went still. His cock was an iron spike pressing in on her skin like it was trying to reach where it would be if he'd only penetrate her. He looked down at how Katy writhed, how her face was flushed. A smug smile covered his face.

He took his knee away from her and left her body to its squirming need—somehow more intense without him touching her. “On your belly,” Ka-Zar ordered.

“What?”

“You want me to fuck you? Let me see you in position for it.”

Katy was unable to hold back. Her body ran away from her, ending up turned over, her round ass swelling up into the air.

Ka-Zar allowed himself a moment to take in how wonderfully her ass flared out from her hips and sloped down into her thighs. It was truly lovely. He grunted in appreciation of having so much of a body to satisfy.

He glanced over at a fallen tree nearby and saw it was the perfect height to hold that gorgeous ass where he could fuck it.

“You want me to fuck you. You don't know what being fucked is. “

He picked her up. Despite her heft, he moved her around as easily as a blow-up doll. With an almost contemptuous ease, he set Katy down on the tree trunk so she was bent over it, her arms and legs hanging down. And no sooner was she in place than he rammed himself into the heated readiness of her sex.

But though Katy might've been prepared, even hungering for the first few inches, the next several shocked her. She went from surprise to shock to acceptance in pure, mind-obliterating pleasure.

“Ggumphhh!” Katy groaned, stuffed, never having known such a difference between being empty and full. This was being fucked. This was what her pussy wanted when it got wet; nothing else. 

His next thrust knocked her forward. She would've flown off the tree trunk if his hips didn't pin her to the wood.

“Already so hot,” Ka-Zar grunted, feeling her cunt around all of his endowment. “When you come for me, it will be like no one's ever made you come before.”

“That's what I want! To come like I only can for you!”

If he thought she couldn't take it, he was in for a big surprise. The harder she got it, the more she liked it. The more he talked… and talked with the experience of a man who knew exactly what he was doing… the more aroused she became. She squeezed her impaled pussy on all he was giving her and hoped he would never run out of desire to let loose on her.

Ka-Zar was so enjoying working away all of Katy’s hesitation, showing her the true bliss of being properly fucked, that he held back his ejaculation instead of rushing towards it. She might have been no more than a cum dumpster to him, but the longer he used her as such, the better she would know her place.

He looked down at her back, a procession of muscles stung into tension as she tried to withstand being his cock holster. Katy writhed and quaked, desiring more even when he only pulled out of her for the barest instant. His hands gripped her waist. He kept her where she was even while he fucked her hard enough to throw her across the clearing. Loved the feel of her muscles stirring under his clutches as though even his fingers were exciting her into delirium.

With Ka-Zar stretching her cunt into something Katy could barely recognize, it was impossible not to think of all she could remember of the man now taking her from behind. She tried not to lose herself completely to his fucking, but there was no avoiding the thought that his perfect muscles why she was getting fucked so hard. Visions of his bristling musculature, his bared manhood, blasted her mind with each thrust that filled her up.

“Yesss! Deeperrrr!” She groaned, feeling her mind going–unable to handle such a glorious specimen fucking her so beautifully. How could she be anything but in love with someone who did this to her? Even the sight of him took her eyes and turned them against her… stole control of her body and left her unable to do anything but feel pleasure.

Ka-Zar reached under Katy to further delight in how fully she'd given herself to him. Her breast filled his hand. He could not even imagine having more to grasp… he wondered how they would swell after he seeded her into giving him an heir.

“Speak, woman! Tell me your gratitude at finally having satisfaction that such a luscious body deserves!”

“Yes!” Katy shrieked. “I'm grateful! I've never been more grateful! Your big hands on my tits and such a huge cock in my pussy and coming, so much coming, I'll come so much if you just keep fucking me!”

Ka-Zar leaned back, a hand in Katy’s hair to keep hold of her as he watched how his manhood rutted into her more than open sex. He watched the pink lips of her opening swallow all he fed it, suck at his shaft when he pulled out before sliding in again.

Fucking her so vigorously flung wetness from her splayed folds. The vivid tang of her delight perfumed the air. That scent went straight to his instincts, made him taste the sweetness of the launch his cock was verging on. He barely forced it away to stay focused on the delight of simply rutting the gorgeous bitch more and more.

“Come in me! Come in me! No one's come in me for so long!” Katy wailed, feeling her pussy catch fire and knowing that the only thing to better it was if he'd give her his spurting. It made her so hot to imagine her sex even fuller than it was now. The spasms in her box were like that part of her was more alive than all the rest. “Give me more cock! I want you all the way in my stomach! I want you coming right in my womb!”

Her breasts felt like they were combustible, getting hotter the more Ka-Zar tightened his grip on them. His huge prick seemed like it could not fill her womanhood any more than it was now.

“I'm coming, baby… coming on your perfect cock… oh yes… I'll come so good for you, so good, but you have to keep fucking me! Keep letting me come for you!”

By now Ka-Zar was as enthralled by the sex as she was. It took everything he had to hold in all the cum that wanted to fill Katy’s womb. He was amazed by how she taxed his control while driving him to such a frenzy. Her cunt seethed around him, sucked him down like it wanted even more. Yet he would not allow his aching member to find release. He had to give Katy more of the steely hardness she'd brought him to.

“You've come enough. I'm done fucking you. Now I'll see how you look wearing my claim instead of having it inside you.”

He hated to lose the sweltering enjoyment he found inside her sex, but he wouldn't come inside her. She hadn't earned it. He wanted to see her face as his seed decorated it and she knew she wasn't just his, but that he'd be treating her that way. Her skin, her mouth, her snatch: it was all somewhere for his cum to go.

Katy giggled, punchy, while he brought her off the tree trunk and down to her knees. “Fuck me down here… on the ground… in the mud…”

He'd just gotten her off, but she knew it would take only a few more deep scores of Ka-Zar’s prick to bring her off again. Having tasted that deliciousness, she could only want more.

Ka-Zar kept pushing her down, rough but not enough to hurt her. Only to make her sink into the marshy ground. Down in the muck, he straddled her stomach.

“It's good you've learned to beg, girl. But you'll have to do more than ask to sway me. Especially when I want to see your face as wet as your cunt. When I want you to know your place is to give pleasure, not receive it. Open your mouth. Close your eyes. Know you're about to please me with the sight of being properly used.”

He pumped his dick hard, bringing himself towards an eruption that Katy knew would totally cover her. Even when she got lightheaded at the thought of him equaling her ecstasy and letting it out all over her face, Katy felt an acute greed for what would please her still more.

“Don't, Ka-Zar. Please don't. Fuck me more, just a little more, please. At least come inside me. I'll come with you, I'll get off on it, I'll come so good for you…”

“You've already come for me,” Ka-Zar said, eyes closed to her pleading face as he worked himself the last little way to eruption. “Play with yourself if you want to come. You did it before.”

Though she didn't want to touch herself… didn't want to replace the feel of his cock with her paltry fingers… Katy needed something for her aching pussy.

“Okay, come on me, go on and come on me, and I'll come on my fingers thinking of that big dick inside me… ruining me for other men… for anything other than being a cockholster…” she sighed, losing herself in fantasies that tasted of all she'd had done to her by this man.

“Remember this feeling if you ever wonder about being mine,” Ka-Zar groaned before relaxing into the discharge, the venting of his essence all over Katy’s face.

Katy saw him spurt. She watched the most vivid white she'd ever seen split his glanshole and then she felt it boiling away on her forehead. The next spurt splashed on her nose before washing over her mouth. She tasted it; such a strong flavor. So potent and yet so much of it. She didn't care how degrading it was, only that all this nasty spunk was hers.

More of his cream splattered on her breasts. Katy had never been so glad to be as endowed as she was. With such abundant cleavage, she got all of the white-hot sperm Ka-Zar was hosing her with. Katy almost fainted, awash in so much happiness at being covered, absolutely covered, in how much she'd gotten her man off.

She put a hand to her bust just to feel all the jizz soaking into her chest. Then she reached down to her clit and rubbed with her other hand. The thrill rushed through her, all of her wet and ready, perfectly balanced between the semen on her skin and the feeling inside her clit.

“Cover me with it! Bathe me in it! I want it all over my face and tits and everywhere! I want to fucking remember what being your woman feels like! I want to know I got everything out of your balls, everything!”

Then she could hold herself back no longer. She licked at the cum that frosted her face and gathered it in great handfuls from her chest and rubbed it all into her face, into her mouth, she wanted it all massaged into her skin and swallowed down her throat… no forgetting that she was covered in it, that she reeked of it. She could never forget how he'd made her come–why should she forget how he'd come for her?

Ka-Zar had emptied himself and now that he was drained, he let his attention go from the deliciousness of how he'd spent to the sight of Katy with his issue all over her. She was as awash in pleasure as she was in his ejaculate. Almost her whole body ran white with at least one layer of semen. Her lips were slack, twitching occasionally with how her sex still convulsed enjoyably.

She could have stayed like that for hours. Even longer if Ka-Zar joined with her, letting her feel his brawny weight again and know she was touching the power that had overwhelmed her with rapture. With a lazy moan, she fondled her tits again and felt a little more of his essence disappearing into her toned skin.

Katy squeezed her thighs together and felt a numbness in her pussy equal to how hard she'd come. There was no more. She'd burned out everything in her body that could feel pleasure. Maybe it was the lust still suffusing her flesh that demanded she sleep. Rest until she could fuck again and return to the delight she'd found, being his.

“You've done well. I'm satisfied. Now we'll leave. There can be more of this when I've brought you home.“

“I don't think I can move. Don't know if my legs work. And you covered me in way too much cum for me to possibly lift…”

“You don't want to wash off before that dries?”

“No… I want it on me… warm… smelling of you… I love it…” She looked down at her glazed breasts and wondered how she would feel if it were anyone else's cum.

But no. No one else would be good enough to give her so much jizz.

Ka-Zar grunted acquiescence and picked her up. It was only to be expected that she would be weak. She didn’t need to be strong. Only his. And though he’d never favored the smell of his own ejaculate before, it made for a bittersweet blend when it merged with the sweaty musk of her flesh. Like something that could only be his.

Carrying her as though she were weightless, Ka-Zar set off back the way he came, his cock already returning to hardness. When Katy awoke again, then he would sate it.

He was quite eager to see if her ass accepted him as eagerly as the rest of her did.