Bed Games With Olivia

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This story is entirely fictional and the product of my imagination. All characters are over the age of 18 years-old. CW: drug use

Olivia (that was the name she used, though she later did tell me her real name) was a prostitute I encountered on an unnamed website, back when that was a thing, and we met several times over the course of a year. We always had a good time. Or at least I always did, and she was enough of a professional to make it seem that she did as well.

Olivia was tall for a woman, maybe five-nine or five-ten. She was thin, not skinny though. Her hips were nicely rounded and had an ass shaped like an inverted heart. Her breasts were small and firm; either a large A cup or small B cups. Olivia’s dark blonde hair hung to just below her shoulder blades when she wore her hair down, though it was usually piled up on her head in a messy bun. With her light brown eyes and pale skin, while she was not model beautiful, I found her long neck and shapely legs very attractive. Her personality was very accommodating, usually, but she did have two absolute rules: no vaginal sex without a condom, and absolutely nothing happening with her ass; no fingers, tongues, nothing at all.

In July of 2018 I was finally living alone, so rather that going to Olivia’s in-call I asked her to come by my place for an hour or so. She agreed and told me the address where Ii could pick her up. That night, rather than staying for just an hour, Olivia wound-up spending the whole night asleep in my bed. In the morning, I left her there sleeping deeply; it seemed like she could use the rest. I went to the gym for my daily two-hour session and when I got home I found Olivia still in my bed, propped-up against some pillows, passed out with a hypodermic needle in her hand. Olivia was an intravenous heroin user. That explained her long sessions in the bathroom with the sink faucet running. Honestly, this revelation did not come as a huge surprise and shock to me; I had suspected something like this and it really didn’t bother me much.

Long story short, the çapa escort next week Olivia was back in my bed. We talked a bit about this and that and she told me that she had gotten ahold of some really strong stuff, much stronger than her usual tar heroin. She suggested a little game: we could have or usual session, but after she would shoot-up and let me do “whatever I wanted” while she was nodded out. I eagerly agreed to her proposal and confessed that I had a kink for nonconsensual role-play. It’s a kink that I’ve never been really comfortable indulging in with prostitutes, only with long term girlfriends so it had been couple of years. I promised Olivia that I wouldn’t do anything that we didn’t agree to before-hand, but I had one request: that she needed to act as if she didn’t want it to happen; struggle and protest while I did it anyway. Her two requests where that I not hurt her—no slapping, biting, punching or spanking—and no anal play. Everything else was fair game.

Olivia had our usual session—or a variation on it. She liked it when I held her legs back hard when we fucked in missionary so I could thrust my cock into her deep, fast, and hard. But she really liked it when I flipped her over onto her front and fucked her doggie style. Something about this position made her cum really hard and the pulsing tightness of her pussy in this position usually meant that my orgasm wasn’t far behind hers.

Afterwards we got ourselves cleaned up and Olivia got out her kit, made her shot, injected it into a vein in her arm and promptly began to nod out naked in my bed next to me. I watched as she did this. I then capped her syringe, took off the sock that was wrapped around her arm and watched her. She lay on her back, breathing slowly, and her rhythmic breathing and my earlier physical exertions conspired to lull me to sleep.

I woke up about 2 AM and Olivia hadn’t moved off of her back, but she had kicked off the sheet that had covered her. She looked so quiet and peaceful laying there so I sat up topkapı escort to admire her body in the light of my bedside lamp. Then my inner pervert had a marvelous idea. Carefully scooting closer to her, I gently took Olivia’s right hand and wrapped it around my growing erection. I didn’t want to chance waking her up, not yet at least. I used her hand to stroke my cock and bring me to full hardness. All seven inches standing full and proud with Olivia’s hand wrapped loosely around the base. I would have preferred to use Olivia’s mouth, she liked sucking cock—as long as I was careful to not jazz in her mouth, but I didn’t trust her to not reflexively bite my penis in her sleeping state.

I rolled toward her and spread Olivia’s legs so I could fit between them. I then pushed her legs up toward her chest being careful the whole time to move slowly and deliberately so as not to wake her.

I rested the length of my cock along Olivia’s smoothly shaved pussy and began to rub it back and forth. On the thrust forward I made sure it rubbed against her clit and on the withdrawal I enjoyed seeing the head of my cock just beginning to part her soft, pink pussy lips. Olivia let out a small, sleepy noise as I did this, a moan more in pleasure than in protest. After a couple of passes I could feel how wet Olivia’s labia were getting, and I used that wetness to begin to press the tip of my cock inside of her. As I did this, Olivia moaned again, this time in protest, putting her hand against my hip as she opened her eyes, waking up, and said, “Please. No. Not without a condom.”

I looked into her eyes, with their constricted pupils, and said, “I’m going to fuck you just like this and make you like it, you little slut.”

“Please don’t cum inside me,” she responded.

I worked my cock in and out of Olivia, picking up more and more lubrication with each thrust and feeling her pussy stretching more and more to accept me. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, but may have been seconds, I was fully fındıkzade escort inside her. Then, pushing her legs further apart, I paused to revel in the sensation of Olivia’s hot, tight, wet pussy gripping and throbbing on my naked seven-inch cock and the feeling of my balls resting against her ass.

Olivia was pushing against my arms and chest, half-heartedly trying to get me off of her; out of her. My heart was racing.

She said, “No, Don’t. Stop,” but she said it in such a way that I knew that she really didn’t want me to stop at all.

Olivia began to moan and whine as I began my thrusts again. I hadn’t fucked without a condom in years and had almost forgotten what fucking was like without one. My adrenaline was surging and Olivia’s attempted struggles and noises were enough that I had to make an effort to not blow my load immediately. I wanted, I needed, this to last as long as possible.

However, all too soon from my perspective, after about ten minutes of hard, deep fucking, no matter how many nuns gardening or baseball plays I imagined, I felt that familiar itching, tingling pressure that signals the beginning of my orgasm.

Knowing that shooting my sperm into Olivia would be too much of a violation, so I pulled my cock out of her and returned to rubbing it along her pussy. This lessened my need to cum and I was able to push my cock back into Olivia’s vagina. She was still tight and hot and now very, very wet.

Suddenly her orgasm hit and her pussy got really tight, almost too tight, squeezing the length of my cock almost without mercy.

That was it, the urgent need to cum was too overwhelming for me. I pulled out again, and with my cock resting on her mons, shot rope-after-rope of my cum all over Olivia’s stomach.

Olivia reached down and stroked my now sensitive cock, and smiled up at me. “That was really good, Babe. I wish you had told me that you liked it when I struggled sooner. That was really hot,” she said.

“Yes, it was, and thank you,” I said as I sat back to recover my breath a little.

Rubbing my cum into her skin, Olivia rolled onto her side, sighed happily and fell back asleep.

After orgasming I thought that I would sleep, but the thrill of waking Olivia up with my hard cock had my mind spinning. Sleep did not easily find me and I lay there contemplating how I could fuck Olivia in her ass.

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