Cantara is 31 never married from Egyptian Empire, went to the kitchen in the guest sign where she is staying. She is
5'4 '' small midget figure with retentive brown hair and night eyes, modest pert breasts and a pocket-sized ass. She was
surprised to see me, I held out my hand. `` Hold on. I want to talk to you. '' She is alone with me and very uncomfortable. Facing her, no more than two feet from her. I grin, looking her up and down and she gulps nervously. Out of habit, she has clasped her hands behind her back, something she had been taught growing up in Egyptian Empire. This had the effect of pulling her articulatio humeri back, and thrusting her chest forward, placing a small strain on her dress. Her nipples are pushing hard against the fabric. I look at her as she stood in front of me, frozen in fear. She swallows gruelling as I look at her. My eyes appear different to her this clip. They are raw, sensual and what she thought might be a short bit of lust. I move close to her, I drop my workforce to side of her side. Slowly dragging my calloused fingers over her cheek, over her silky rim, and down her satin neck stopping at the neck of her blouse. `` You can by a new attire ! '' My dustup scared her. My expectant mitt parted fast and severely ripping her wearing apparel clear, ripping the material from her trunk. She jumps in shock at what had happened, looking up at me, not surely what is going on. I read the worry in her face, I 'm quick to comment.

'' Today I will teach you, how to please me, '' I said. `` Lessons on leaving the doorway unresolved. '' She stares back at me, eyes all-encompassing and sassing surface. She is too stunned to speak. `` I like young cleaning lady, '' I went on. `` It makes me intemperate. '' I grab her hand pressing it to the growing protuberance in the crotch of my pants. `` When I see mini skirts with a small-scale ass like yours, makes my tool laborious. '' I press her manus to my privates harder. She feels my tool straining on my pants more. `` When I get very horny, I do n't think, I act. I expect you to be usable ! '' I said. She simply nodded as she pulled her hand away from my throbbing crotch. She tries to back away, but she is n't quick enough. She found my large hand tightly closed around her small wrist, as I unclasp her bra. She gasps loudly as tears begin to filter down her nerve as I continue. `` I love small firm chest, '' as my hand firmly and roughly catch her naked breast. `` I love to touch them, lick them, and bite them. '' I pull her to me and tend my forefront down to her wax B cup tit. She begins to whimper and sob softly. `` No John please, do n't. '' `` This example is not optional ! '' I snap back as I tug her arm sharply. `` You will have to pick up, I will prove you ! '' I drop my pass to her bureau, licking her pap then I suck harder than she thought was possible. `` OWW ! JOHN ! THAT HURTS ! '' She screamed and swung her free hand towards my forefront before I caught it in my former hand and pinned them both together tightly behind her back in my one hand. `` good ! '' I snap back as my mouth moves from bosom to breast, biting them, sucking and licking at them. She stood there struggling under every whizz, tears streaming down her expression as I have my way. `` Please John Lackland, No ! '' She begs over and over, crying harder as I nibble at her tits and tug her nipples causing the pain shoot through her little body.

'' Shut up and do as you 're told ! '' I snap back as I push her pile on the bed. She tries to shinny away, but quickly found myself pinned against the mattress with my body laying on top of her. My handwriting slides down her ass and I push my thumb into her ass and my midriff and ring fingers into her plastered wet kitty-cat. I hold her this way for a few moments then I pull my hands free, my proper hired hand grabs a handful of her hair. I position myself so my crotch is in front of her face and lean over her. `` Unzip and suction '' Feeling the pressure on her pussy, she complies. She reaches up and unzips my pants and let them cast to the floor. She then guides my semitrailer heavy peter towards her mouth. She struggles to involve it all in and begin to draw it, working it with her tongue. I begin to temper and it is increasingly more difficult to verbalise my entire phallus. She starts to work it, sliding it in and out of her mouth as I grow to full size. `` skillful miss, that 's my princess. '' I say, as she feels oddly warmed by my watchword. I remove my hand from her cunt and claim a two-hand traction on her head. Slowly I begin thrusting deep into her mouth and down her pharynx. Forcing myself in as I grip her haircloth tightly. The pain is comforting and oddly re-assuring. I thrust faster and she gags with each thrust. `` My princess likes to eat my cock, does n't she ? '' I ask, but she is unable to do, my cock thrusting trench in her throat. `` Answer me you little bitch ! '' I continue. But she can't. `` FUCKING reply ME '' I nearly shout as I ram myself all the way in and she nearly gags. She is desperate for air so she pushes against me, trying for a breathe.

I pull out, `` answer me now princess '' I say in a whisper. `` Y-yes Saint John, I like to suck your cock. '' She says, tears streaming down her face. `` I knew it, you 're a fiddling strumpet ... my little cum slut, '' `` Yes Sir. '' `` Now, I 'm going to screw you. '' I say, climbing onto the bed behind her, doggy fashion. In a single thrust, I force my hard tool into her wet snatch. She bites the pillow to keep back from screaming from the excruciating pain as her cherry is bust. I grip her hips, digging my fingers into her skin as I control her cause. My poke are hard and deep, slamming myself all
the way into her over and over. I do n't care about her, after ten minutes I empty my load inside her. I groan and say `` there, I 'm finished for now. '' I pull out of her and leave. She lays there ... motionless. She did n't cum, she wanted to cum ... so her fingers take over where I had left off. She works yourself into an coming, cumming very stiff. She
slowly got up and went to the john to houseclean herself. She realized her inside second joint were covered in cum and blood. An hour later I returned to her sleeping room, `` You 're angry, and rightfully so, '' I murmured low, my eyes penetrating into hers. She nodded, feeling desire building in her, it scared her. `` You need to find my cock filling you again ... But you need something else too, do n't you ? '' She swallows laborious, wrestling with her desire, internal secretion raging. But again she nodded, as my script reached up to caress her impertinence, sliding up into her hair and gripping it firmly. She gasps at her consistence 's chemical reaction, at the instinctual desire to cede to me. I smile knowingly, I climb onto the bed and leaning over the top of her. I lean down in a searing kiss. She melted into me, her body on ardor, her snatch dripping wet. She hungered for my touch and instinctively knew that my sexual prowess needed to be satisified.

Despite her body 's craving, she pulls back. `` Wait ! '' `` No. '' I kiss her neck opening as I begin to unzip her dress. She
protests weakly, `` But so soon. '' `` Yes. '' My eyes met hers and they glowed with unrestrained passion. `` I can, and I will. '' I took her hand and placed it on my bulge. She feels it through my pants, every straining inch of it, and exhales sharply. It is immense and concentrated as steel. `` No, I ca n't, '' She whispers. My hand slides up her inner thigh where wetness greeted me before I reach her pussy. `` Your cunt says otherwise. '' My finger's breadth slides through her juice before plunging inside her. She nearly came that instant, then whimpers when I withdrew them. I brought my wet fingers up to her face, validation of her arousal. The aroma is intoxicating, rich people in pheromones, a blatant advertisement of her fecundity and she tentatively stuck out her tongue to sample her own pussy. `` That 's right, '' I murmur as she sucks
my fingers. `` I know what your body penury. '' My other hand quickly finished unzipping her attire and it slides from her body and I toss it on the floor. Now raw again, she feels a sudden apprehension. She tenses, coming to her pot for a moment. `` Please do n't ... I 'm not myself. '' `` You need this, '' I said firmly, backing her onto the bed and climbing over her again. `` Deny it if you want, but I know better. '' `` No, I-I have a ... '' She sighs as my backtalk closed over her sensible nipple. My teeth morsel gently down, sending bolt of pleasure through her soundbox and she arched from the bed with a acuate cry. I kiss my way down her stomach. `` You have never been with a man that can satisfy you like I can. front at you. You would come if I just breathed on your clitoris. '' I rose up on my knees, looking her directly in the eyes, challenging her.

She feels my authority, in my posture and comportment. She became acutely aware of the disparity of our positions. Her on her back, naked, legs spread, pussy exposed and glistening wet before a fully clothed and virile man with the intense gaze of an alpha Male. I was right. She had never felt such a reaction to any man. She shyly looks up at me through lowered lash, I had my solvent. I begin to strip, not hurriedly, but with purpose. I rose to remove my pant and she held her breath until I stood before her in my nudity. My erection stood large like a ramrod, her pussy throb to be filled with it again. She begins to twist, her fall inevitable. Her hormonal and emotional state left her beyond discussion. She pleaded with her eyes and I obliged her, climbing over her with the blessing of a Panthera tigris. My scent intoxicating to her, the scent of man, of testosterone, of manfulness. I nudge her second joint apart with my genu and gripped her hair for a deep buss as I slowly entered her. She broke the kiss to breathe through the botheration of being stretched by my huge hammer. She feels painfully split apart again, yet her body arched against me to charter me deeply. She came almost instantly, her pussy rhythmically clenching around me. She cries out as her physical structure achieved a point of orgasmic satisfaction, she never knew existed. When the throbbing begins to ebb, her eyes open to see me looking at her with entertainment. Confused, she frowns. `` What ? '' I smirked. `` I 'm not even all the way in you yet. '' Her eyes widened in surprise as I press in the finale few inches, triggering another wave of delight. She gasps for breath as I begin to thrust into her, each poking bringing hurting then pleasure and then only pleasure.

'' Cantara, '' I breathed in her ear. `` Your pussy is so tight ... it grips my stopcock like a vise. '' She is lost somewhere outside of noetic thought. She clung to me as I rocked against her, surrounding her and filling her. I play her trunk like a violin virtuoso and her trunk crescendoed and vibrated in a near-perpetual orgasmic state. My breather quickened along with my thrusts and she knew my orgasm was near. At that moment, a color of thought returned to her and she pulled back. `` postponement, do n't cum in me again ! '' She begged. `` You want me to cum in you again, '' I stated raggedly, never breaking my calendar method of birth control. I was right, but ... '' But ... ovulating, '' She gasps between thrusts. I thrust harder. I grip her tomentum, forcing her to expect in my eyes. `` That 's in good order, look at me. You 'll make my baby. Your pussy belongs to me now. Take my cum and have my child, '' I growled, my eyes never leaving hers. `` Yes, '' She breathed, her surrender complete, `` Give me a babe. '' With a hoarse growling, I mated her, thrusting knockout, pressing against her cervix. She feels the hard throbbing of my cock as it pulsed my seed deep in her womb, on and on for what seems an eternity. The intensity of my orgasm triggers hers and her twat clenched around me, milking me for every last fall of my semen. In a surge of ecstatic pleasance, our cry fill the room and we collapsed together in a sweaty mickle. Long mo passed, trying to regain our breath. I 'm still semi-hard inside her. She shifted slightly, but my hands stopped her. `` No, keep my germ inside you as long as you can. '' My handwriting brushed the haircloth from her forehead, then skimmed down to breathe on her tummy. `` I ca n't wait to see your belly all big and round with my baby. ''

A million thoughts whirled through her head. She just had the most satisfy sex. Her brain, hopped up on endorphins and hormones painted a picture of her future : a belly full of babe - healthy babe - and a dominant male to worry for them both. Glowing happily from the deeply satisfying sex and the prospect that she may be carrying a cherished infant already, she drifted off to sleep with me still inside her .