The penthouse suite crowns the city’s skyline, floor-to-ceiling glass walls framing twinkling lights below. Velvet drapes hush the world. Leather chaise gleams under crystal chandeliers. I step from the marble bathroom, utterly naked. Cool air kisses my skin. Ulrich waits, dressed sharp in tailored silk shirt. He closes in slow, eyes raking my curves. Strong hands grip my shoulders. Lips brush mine, feather-light. His tongue tip flicks out, tracing my mouth. I lunge; he pulls back. Teasing. My impatience builds. Quick laps at lip corners. Then eyelids. Ears. Nostrils. Probing, licking deep. Heat floods me. I twist away; he pins me firm against his chest. Mouth opens wide, starving. Finally, his tongue invades. Saliva mixes. Desire surges. Like a wild cat trapped, I surrender to the alpha. First man to unravel me so. He releases my neck, bitten wolf-like. Hands slide to breasts. Fingers knead soft. Pinch nipples. Twist. Release. Endless. Spins me around. Nails rake my back. Nerves ignite. Ends at ass, claws digging cheeks. Pinching hard.
He drops to knees. Face levels with my pussy. Hand strokes slit. Middle finger slips in. Thumb circles clit outer edge. Tongue follows. Sucks clit whole. Gulps my juices. Fingers seize ass. One probes anus, pulling me closer. Nips clit teeth-grazing. Edge of orgasm hits. He stops. Leaves me hanging. Torment. Sadist pure. I reach for my clit, desperate. He slaps hand away. ‘Wait.’ Zipper rasps. Out springs his beast: huge, thick, long, rigid. Veins pulse. I stare, mesmerized. He strokes it, eyes locked on mine. Love men showing off for me alone.
The Privilege
‘Beautiful, Ulrich. Best cock ever. Let me touch…’
‘Come.’
Kneel before it. Reverent. Grip like taming a savage dog. Feel firm softness. Pulse of rut. ‘I honor your body, cock, presence, my man.’ Inch by inch into mouth. Tongue wraps tight. Deep throat engulfs. Look up, eyes pleading pleasure. Drool coats every vein. Hands cup balls, stroke inner thighs, ass crack, anus rim. He grabs head. Thrusts: back, forth. Pulls out for glans suck. Harmonica tease. Fills palate, bangs walls. His grunts. Musky scent. Saliva slicks shaft. Balls swell. He erupts. Unique taste: pure cock cream. Nibble balls gentle; he thrives on teeth risk.
‘Filthy hot slut. Time for punishment.’ Voice velvet menace. Sits on leather armchair, supple under him. Yanks me over knees, belly down. Spanks start. Token squirms fade. Moans escape. Pleasure pure.
The Excess
‘You love it, slut moans betray you.’
‘Kill me with it, Ulrich.’
No death. Stops. Lifts me tender. Lays on vast leather sofa, buttery smooth against skin. Kisses deep. Strips. Body bronze, muscled, ageless power. Cock erect, throbbing perfection. Arms wrap him. Hands roam ass, back, muscles. Press tight. Legs part unaware. ‘Now I mount you, filly. Cover. Breed. Own. Make you cum.’ Slides in slow. Inch by lubed inch, my wetness welcomes. Bottoms out. Hips slam. Seals possession. ‘Deep inside. Your cunt molds my cock perfect.’ Whispers hot. Rides hard. Stallion on mare. I shatter in under five minutes. Fit flawless. Belly grind on clit explodes me. Pulls out pre-cum. My screams nearly break him. I jerk him soft. Squeeze tits, tit-fuck slot. He thrusts wild. Blasts cum: ropes on breasts, face blind, mouth fills.
Later, he re-enters. I cum again. He unloads deep. Bodies slacken. Champagne flutes wait on silver tray, crisp bubbles burst on tongue. We sip, city lights eternal witness. Glass walls seal our secret. Elite hush descends. Cushions swallow us. No traces. Just afterglow in absolute comfort.
