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High Profile (ShadowOfDesire and Catalyst)

"And what a delightful movie it will make." he remarked, thinking of all the ways he'd had her that night, and finding immense pleasure in the idea of being able to watch it all back whenever his heart so desired. God, would people pay out of their asses to see that. The thought was satisfying in its own way altogether.

Hearing her little plea, he paused, giving thought to the idea as he searched her face. "Hmm..." he feigned uncertainty. "Anything, and everything, I'd say."

He spun her around in his arms, pulling her closer to him and looking straight down into her eyes. He found himself feeding into the moment even more, himself. After all, when the plot of every other filthy porno flick was unfolding right before him - and all for the camera, to boot - how could he possibly not indulge?

Without missing a beat, he backed her up a few steps with the pressure of his body against hers. He guided her until they were standing over the towel she'd dropped from her wet body where it lie upon the stone. He stole a long, lingering kiss from her, and looked down at the plush cloth between them. With his foot, he smoothed it out a touch. "See? And people say I'm inconsiderate." A chuff of amusement came forth, though his tone naturally grew more stern with the next words that left his lips. "Now, you oughta know exactly what I want."
 
She had one hand on his hip as he walked her backward, though her eyes remained fixed to his. The kiss reminded her strongly of the first one they'd shared, the one she'd begged him for, the one that had decided her on her current course of action. Her breasts tightened at the memory and the echoing feel of his tongue invading her own. Had she not already been wet, the pressure at her mouth and taste of him upon her tongue again would have made her slick with desire. She was almost disappointed when he broke away, though found it necessary to breathe.

His urging caused a slight dip in her stomach as she quickly realized what he was demanding of her. Licking her lips, she slid both hands up his chest and to his neck, rising on her toes to nibble at the sensitive flesh below his jaw. Her mouth trailed down his body with playful nips and kisses, working her way from his neck to his chest and finally his abdomen. She kissed the leading trail of hairs upon his stomach where they disappeared into his shorts. Her fingers hooked into the waistband and slowly dragged them down as she lowered herself to her knees. His cock sprang free a moment later, though she didn't attack it immediately. Instead, she dragged his underwear down his strong thighs, leaning to kiss her way down his body once more, drawing perilously close to the heavy sack between his legs.

Her hands chased the last remaining bit of clothing he'd worn, sliding them all the way down to his ankles. A tap to his leg told him that she wanted him to lift his foot a tad, first one and then the other, so that she could pull the garment completely off. She tossed it aside with a casual flick before her hands returned to his legs. She'd settled into an easy kneel while removing his clothes, rear resting on her calves. Now she rose fully to her knees to bring herself close to his impressive member.

Her eyes lifted to his once more, dark depths piercing as her tongue snaked out to tease his cockhead. He tasted and smelled of the pool and his own rugged musk, which was a pleasant combination. Her tongue continued down his length until she nuzzled the base, inhaling once she reached his balls. She drew one into her mouth, rolling it about, and then lathered the other with the same attention. After what seemed an eternity, she drew back to take him into her mouth at last, watching his face as she descended slowly, teasing him with pleasure. Within that suckling heat, her tongue began to stroke him in wicked ways.
 
He kept a straight face as he felt her soft lips and the temptuous grazing of her teeth against his skin; but only just barely. Between the feeling every inch of contact left behind - that dull but ever-present tingle beneath the surface - and the sight of her in the camera as she migrated down his body, it took all that he could manage for the expressions of his face not to betray him. Of course, no amount of composure could hide the extent of his erection as it threatened to assault her the moment she released it from its restraints. His veins pulsed with hot blood from the beating of his anticipating heart, and his length twitched with the mere phantom of attention. By the time she'd dared to touch her tongue to him, he was as hard as he could be, unable to wait a moment longer for the warm welcome of her mouth.

For all that he was, the cold-blooded, calculated killer she'd run into, with a will of iron and an incomparable resolve for his duties, he could hardly contain himself just then. As he felt the texture of her tongue against his shaft, the trail of saliva she left behind upon him, and the suction of her lips about his balls, he could barely think clearly beyond a simple... Damnit, she's good.

"You fucking tease..." he muttered, acknowledging the effect she was having on him for the first time. He groaned aloud as he looked down at her and watched his cock disappear into her waiting mouth. Instinctively, he put one hand upon his own hip, while the other reached down to stroke her face. His fingers brushed over her cheek, and soon slid their way back into her hair. He took a handful of hair in her grasp, but did not immediately use it to manipulate her movements. Instead, his hand simply bobbed along with her own head as she stroked him with her mouth.

"Thata girl..." he taunted in a low tone, "Suck my cock like your life depends on it..."
 
Sofia groaned at his words, keeping her eyes on him. He could see the wicked way her mouth stretched about his cock, the bulge whenever it pushed into her cheek, and the sheen of spit that coated him as she worked his shaft. She didn't increase her pace, not immediately. Instead, she lowered herself down his rigid member until he pressed against the back of her throat. Her throat convulsed around him as she gagged, choking on his length. Those beautiful doe-brown eyes watered as they gazed up at him in worship. Her tongue swirled over him still, though with less room to maneuver as he filled her entire mouth.

When her lungs began to burn from lack of air, she finally released him and drew in a deep breath, gasping around his throbbing head. Another moan sent her back down his shaft, though not to repeat herself. Instead, she began to pump, stroking up and down his length, glugging noises pulled from her chest each time he closed off her airway for a moment or two. Her hands joined the effort, one stroking his base as she sucked while the other fondled his sack.

The monitor showed the back of her head bobbing below his waist, pert rear jiggling with the effort she sucked him off. At one point, she released him to draw in a breath and turned to glide sidelong down his shaft. Her eyes left his and flicked to the camera, staring directly into the viewer, locking eyes with him once more in the video. One corner of her mouth curved into a smile, a tease just for him, just before she returned to pleasuring his cock.

Yes, she was a dirty little fucking tease.
 
There she was again. That hungry, dirty slut that she managed to keep hidden remarkably well when she wanted to, but that she clearly couldn't help but set free when confronted with the promise of a hard, thick cock. He was not sure which he liked more, the feeling of her throat muscles spasming uncontrollably as she desperately tried to hold him inside her, or of his swollen head brushing against her palate until he heard that sweet sound of his girth deprive her of air, over, and over again.

No. No no. The best part of all, he realized, was the look in her eyes every second she glimpsed back at him, with tears welling up in them until they fell, trailing down her cheeks, and the delicious combination of her own drool and just a touch of his precum spilling from her luscious lips in long strands that held on for dear life, sticking to her tongue, her chin, even her neck; and of course, to him.

Her little taunt did not go unnoticed, to say the least. She knew how to give her audience a show, even if it was only meant to be an audience of one...or two. Then again, so did he.

He grinned a cocky grin right back at her, as his hand in her hair suddenly drew closed to a grasp. In the same motion, he pulled her head toward him, and pushed ahead with his hips, invading her throat and groaning aloud as he felt it stretching to accommodate him. With a few long, deliberate strokes, he sought to make her choose between breathing and sucking him off, encouraging sounds of pleasure radiating from him all the while, as he spent very nearly as much time watching himself fuck her face on camera as he did looking down to her.

Then he buried himself there, just as she had done. Only this time, with his hand at the back of her head, it was he who would decide how long she would hold him. How long she would feel the throb of his pulsing veins, how long she would feel the rhythm of his heartbeat in her neck, right alongside her own.

"You really like the taste of dick, don't you, sweetheart?" he leaned down and chimed in tauntingly, daring her to look him in the eyes again. "If only you didn't need to breathe, I could just stay here as long as I want..."
 
Sofia had never met a man that didn't like to control a blow job, but with him it was somehow different. He possessed a dangerous strength that she knew hadn't been present in any of her other lovers. The hand that had likely killed more people than she could ever imagine... it was the one tightening in her hair to pull her against him. The pressure and command caused a low moan, nearly an echo to his, and she continue to suck him off even though he was the one driving. When given the choice between pleasuring him and breathing, there was no contest. She held her breath just so that she could continue to lathe his cock with her tongue, suckling as he used her mouth like another warm cunt, and only drawing in breath through her nose when her lungs burned in protest.

Her nose was buried against his abdomen as she again turned her eyes to his, peering through the haze of moisture, mouth stretched wide by his invading cock. The longer his dick remained shoved in her mouth, the more lightheaded she became. His question pulled a soft groan from her that rumbled through his manhood like the rhythmic purr of a kitten, vibrating through both of them.

"Mmmmmm," she answered, tongue rubbing even harder against his shaft. Her body began to convulse as it demanded oxygen, and both her hands squeezed his thighs in warning. He could literally choke her to death with his cock, if he so desired, but she waited for him to withdraw rather than struggling to pull away. If he waited much longer, he'd cause her to pass out. It was frightening, but she was more than willing to be pushed that close to the edge if it meant proving to him what an asset she could be.
 
That knowledge had not escaped him, either; the knowledge that with a strong hand and her precarious position upon her knees, his length filling her from her lips to the back of her throat, so much that even fighting back would prove difficult, it would be oh so simple for him to suffocate her then and there.

But that wasn't what he wanted, nor would it have satisfied him. What he wanted, in fact, was exactly what he was getting. Desperation. That sweet look of desperation in her warm-brown eyes as she stared up at him. Desperate to suck his cock, to taste him and to run that deft little tongue upon every last inch of him. Desperate to breathe, needing air as she choked on him, saliva dripping from her mouth, throat spasming and tightening along with every muscle in her body in a final attempt to reject the intrusion that she was enjoying every moment of.

He very nearly could not resist the temptation, still; not with how good she felt sucking him off. Fortunately for her, she wouldn't have been quite as much fun unconscious, though the thought may have crossed his mind. He whispered softly in her ear, for a split second forcing her into his body even more. "If only..." he mused, relishing those final moments of her nails digging into his legs, and searching those watering eyes with his own steady gaze. Conveying to her in silence that she was his to do with as he pleased. Only then did he release her.
 
She suffered until the moment he released her, gasping and panting as she pulled off his cock. Her mouth was covered with spit and precum that oozed down her chin and onto her breasts. His cock glistened in the sunlight from the mixture, as well, which covered him from base to tip. As she struggled for breath, her grip on his thighs loosened and finally fell, though she didn't immediately rise from her knees. She gazed up at him, bronzed skin shining beneath the sun, a goddess waiting to do his bidding.

Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground and then turned away, planting herself on her hands and knees beside the pool, offering both her plump ass and bared pussy. From his vantage, he had a perfect view of her swollen lips, glimmering with her own lustful desires, and the tight little pucker that he'd violated the night before. The position also had her facing the camera, giving him a spectacular view of her perfect breasts as they hung heavily beneath her. She turned to peer back at him, waiting to see if he'd accept the offering of both her body and the ability to watch himself fuck her doggy style.

"I enjoy the feel of your cock filling me up completely even more," she purred. Her hips wriggled enticingly.
 
Some part of him that had quickly become accustomed to the fiery latina's personality had expected her to snap back at him the moment she could catch her breath, to quip with that oh so profound sass that she'd proven herself to very seldom be afraid of showing, even to him. So it came as a surprise, one that brought a unbridled smile to his face, when instead, all she seemed intent to do was look up at him, saliva still dripping from her lips, and surrender herself to him completely.

With Sofia presenting herself, ready for the taking, all but wrapped in a pretty little ribbon, he could not help himself but to take his time. To admire her from all sides, in the flesh mere inches away from him, and in that crystal clear, high definition video feed being played back in real time on the large screen in front of them. A few short steps had him standing directly over her, reaching down to let his fingertips trail over the curve of her smooth ass.

"Oh, I know you do. You've already made that perfectly clear." He chimed, obviously content with himself. "What the fuck went so right in my fucked up life, that I've got a model down on all fours, soaking wet, just waiting for me to rail her like an obedient little personal slut on the balcony of a fucking penthouse, and Recording it, just for me?" He spoke smoothly, enjoying every moment, and every word as it left his lips.

It wasn't something he'd ever seen on the professional hitman brochures, but with his cock as hard as it had ever been, glistening with lust, almost visibly throbbing, it was a moment of pleasant self-reflection on his life-path that would have to wait for another time.

From soft contact to a firm, open handed slap that met her cheek with a high pitched crack, he watched in the camera to see what sort of reaction he would draw from her as he knelt behind her, letting her feel the heat of his body encroaching on her own, running his fingers down between her legs, and spreading the evidence of her arousal all about her with a calculated touch.

"If you like it so much," he hummed, "I'm sure you won't mind asking me nicely."
 
Her body jerked at the sudden slap, then she moaned, pressing back against his teasing hands. She was a trifle more than simply wet. She was sopping, soaked nearly to the point of frothing. A note of need rose in her throat as she turned her head to peer over her shoulder, lustful eyes roving over his body. The playful smirk returned.

"You'd like me to sweetly ask you to fuck me? You want to hear me tell you how much I want that thick, hard cock shoved inside me, faster and deeper than I could possibly stand?" Her ass ground against him, pushing his hand further between her thighs. "You want to hear me beg for it? Pleading for you to cram yourself inside my tight pussy until I scream for mercy?"

They both knew just how much she wanted him, but it was a game now, and Sofia was perfectly content to indulge him in whatever sport he desired. She'd get his dick eventually, even if she had to mount him by force -- certainly an interesting prospect for her. Perhaps it was something she might attempt later.

Sofia could be a great many things -- the needy little whore, the demanding brat, the aloof model. He could have one or all of them. He just needed to decide what level of degradation he wished to put her through.
 
In that moment, he was not sure what was more enticing; the words that slid past her lips in that velvet, sultry voice, luring him in with every note, or the desperate neediness with which her body was almost subconsciously pushing itself back against his hand, the desire for his attention so great that she seemingly could not help but please herself with whatever means he gave her.

He bent a finger just as soon as he had to chance, to let it slip inside of her when she backed herself against his hand, immediately drowning it in her lust. Curling it at the tip, he brushed along her inner wall, rubbing it as he indulged in the sensation, and in the fantasy of so many men he was actively living.

"That...is exactly, what I want..." he answered her with a sly smile, his free hand exploring the canvas of her soft, well-tanned back, trailing about her spine and her ribcage. "To think about the fact that I could get up right now, and walk away... leave you kneeling in your own needy little mess, for as long as I want. How much I could make you suffer in your own inescapable need for me to fuck your dripping little cunt..."

"And then I want you to give me a reason not too. Beg for me. Let me hear how much you want it. How much you need it. Show me that you'll say and do anything for me to give you what you're craving so badly..."
 
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Her breath caught as his finger plunged inside, though she bit back the throaty moan that threatened to spill free. The thought of him leaving her painfully horny was more than enough motivation to continue their little game. Lowering her torso to the towel beneath her, she tossed her hair over one shoulder and rested her cheek against the ground, angled to look back at him. Both of her hands slid up her thighs to clutch an ass cheek in each hand. Slowly, she pried them apart, leaving her cleft open and exposed. He could clearly see the finger buried in her cunt and the glistening desire that ran through her entire slit. Her lower lips were pink and swollen, as well.

"Do you see what you do to me?" she groaned. "I'm completely soaked, all from sucking your fat cock. You make me so fucking horny. Look how wet I am because of you. I need you so badly. I want you to shove that huge dick in my tight cunt. Please.... fuck me. Fuck me so hard and make me scream. What do you want me to do for that cock? I'll suck you dry. I'll fuck you empty. I'll swallow every inch and lap up every drop of your cum. I'll be your little slave if you want to be my master. Spank me, choke me, and tie me up again. Just please fuck me first." One of her hands released her rear and slipped between her thighs. He could see her fingers appear to stroke her clit, roving up and back through her wetness until her finger rubbed against his.

"Pleaaaaase. Please fuck me," she finally begged with a needy moan.
 
The unimpeded view that her new position had given him just then was utterly entrancing. That sweet, glistening cunt and tight little asshole practically stared back at him, waiting almost as impatiently as the woman they belonged to for him to satisfy both of their ever-growing appetites. "Fuck..." he murmured to himself, watching closely the way her lips moved and the evidence of her lust grew as he slid his finger slowly in and out in tandem with the rhythm of her own toying with her clit. Her impassioned pleas, all but moaned out into the air, found their way straight into the pit of his loins the moment they struck his ears. His cock twitched of its own accord, as involuntary a reaction as the chill that worked its way up and down his spine.

"Thatta girl..." he chimed through the borderline sadistic grin plastered upon his lips. "I'm so glad we've got all of that recorded. You're even sexier when you're desperate, you know? And when that pretty voice is aching with need...I think I could listen to you talk to me like that all day long..."

He allowed his finger to slip out of her when the desire to indulge in a taste became to great, and touched it to his lips, intently cleaning it for himself. Both of his hands soon joined in grabbing her ass, spreading open those two round cheeks that he could barely fit even in the palms of his large hands. "I trust you won't have any problem with me taking you up on every last one of those suggestions, then, will you, sweetie?" he asked her expectantly.

He lowered his head, knowing full well that she was watching him as he brought his lips within inches of her smooth, perfectly shaven sex. "all of it, and so much more..." he pressed his tongue to her, and buried his face in her from behind, devouring her like a starving animal, groaning in satisfaction, feeling the mess that was her cum being smeared about his lips, his chin, and breathing in her sensuous scent through his nose.

He fed until he felt the need for air overtake him. The moment he was forced to pull away from her, he brought his hand down upon her cheek with a thunderous slap, and gripped it tightly. He rose up behind her, spitting on his hand and grabbing his own cock, stroking it in preparation. He guided his swollen head, pressing it between her lips and letting her feel the pressure as he ran himself all along her. But that final teasing movement could last only for the few seconds for which he could restrain himself, before his tip finally parted her. He grabbed her by the hips, and pressed himself forward on his knees at the exact moment he forced her back, filling her suddenly, and all at once.
 
She knew she'd probably pay dearly for giving him even more filthy ideas, but she really couldn't help herself. The thought of being ravaged by him yet again made her stomach tremble with anticipation. She already knew how forceful he could be, how demanding those hands were, and it excited rather than frightened her now. With their bargain struck, and her offering accepted, she found herself enjoying her captivity. All might change in the future if his better judgement decided against keeping her alive, so it was best if she gave him a reason to keep his word. If that included being feasted upon by his hungry mouth, so fucking be it.

Sofia's hand dropped away as he tasted her, tongue delving through her folds and into her wetness. Her throbbing clit screamed with joy as he found it and scraped over that sensitive nub time and again. He lapped away her juices, but there was always more for him to swallow, like thick honey oozing down her thighs. As his face disappeared behind her, she closed her eyes to enjoy the wriggling muscle that wormed inside of her, working her ever higher with each playful stroke. She didn't bother to tamp down her screams of joy or needy groans that rose between them. He'd heard her begging for him. It was only appropriate that he heard her moaning, as well.

It was a little moment of torture when his mouth finally abandoned her pussy, though the loud smack to her ass had her moaning for an entirely different reason. He'd left her throbbing and needy, but as soon as she felt him rise up behind her, she knew he wouldn't make her wait another moment. That initial thrust that split her so viciously made her sing much louder than before. She rose up on her hands as he filled her, body shuddering as she pushed back and felt his massive cock pushing at her inner core. Though the way was slick with her unbridled lust, her body still gripped him tightly as if afraid it might be abandoned.

"Fuck yes," she gasped out. "That feels so goooood. Please fuck me hard with that fat cock..." Whether she enjoyed the filthy talk or was simply adding to the quality of the amateur porn he'd no doubt enjoy watching later, the words that tumbled free were thick with lust and genuine desire. He'd asked her to beg for it, and she wasn't stopping.
 
That first cry- that loud, unimpeded outburst that flew forth from her as if forcibly ejected by the sudden jolt of his length crashing against her insides, screamed of immeasurable pleasure, laced with just a twinge of pain and desperation. Just the way he liked it.

He felt the muscles of her cunt spasm about him, as if struggling, if only for a moment, to adjust to the new presence that filled her all at once. His throbbing cock stretched her, left not one single fraction untouched. Already, he could feel the lust that gushed from her, misplaced by his entry and left to drip down her velvet lips and his balls where the two met. Her heat made him shudder as she enveloped him, as he held onto her hips and stayed buried to his hilt and groaned out in satisfaction.

The need in her words had him smiling that sadistic, subtle smile. His hands pushed her forward, overcoming the power with which she pressed her ass against him, only to send the two of them crashing into each other once more in one fluid motion. Hot flesh smacked against hot flesh. Once. Twice. Three times. With every prolonged thrust savoring the sensation of her tight walls being forced open, and squeezing him in their tantalizing vice.

Her face was pressed to the the stone, her ass pointed high in the air, still spread apart by his grip on either side. He looked up at the video feed before them, taking immense satisfaction in knowing that he was being recorded, just then. That she was being recorded, getting railed in high definition by her captor like a dirty, shameless slut. He reached down and gripped her by the hair at the base of her head, and yanked her up. He brought her face to face with the image of herself, making her watch as he once more collided with her, bending over and speaking directly into her ear with his gravelly voice.

"Look how fucking sexy you look, with my cock inside you." he grinned. "It's like you were made to be fucked on camera...." He buried his face into her neck and tasted her as he began to pump in and out of her steadily. On the big screen, she could see the way his hips rocked back and forth, every muscle in his body rippling with each movement. The way every collision sent her entire body lurching forward with his strength. Leaving nothing to mystery. He breaths were hot against her neck, and every noise he made vibrated against her skin. Soon, he'd found his desired rhythm, and the movements of her body and the bouncing sway of those beautiful breasts visualized it all too perfectly.

"How do we look, hmm?" he teased "How do I look when I'm making you my bitch?"
 
"Dios mio!" she screamed as his thrusts increased, forcing his thick cock into her inner core time and again.

When he'd forcefully lifted her head, she was panting harshly, tongue nearly hanging form her mouth like a bitch in heat. Her moans graduated to cries of passion whenever he seated himself fully and drove the breath from her lungs. She stared at herself, lids half closed with lust, pretty face twisted with expression of desperate need. She was enthralled with the screen, watching how her breasts bounced wildly beneath her, swinging in time with his thrusts. She watched him, as well, how that lean, muscular body of his tensed with strength and power, plowing into with reckless passion that could send her crashing forward at any time. She braced herself on the towel beneath her, gripping it tightly to keep from being shoved forward into the pool.

Whispered moans in her ear and against her neck made her shiver with desire. Her breath caught in her throat as he murmured, trying to make her blush, but the girl was beyond shame just then. She was enjoying the view almost as much as she was enjoying the act itself. "We're so fucking hot," she groaned. "You're fucking amazing. Look... how big your cock is." If he ever had any reservations about his size before, he certainly couldn't argue with how large it looked on the big screen. The two of them could have made a killing making amateur porn.

"Just don't... fucking stop..." Her body slammed back against his with each groaned whisper, begging for him to continue. She could feel the pleasure building, rising quickly as he shoved that hot cock so deep inside her. "Fuck... me.... ugh... so close..."
 
"Oh trust me, I'm not fuckin stopping... Not a fuckin chance..." he breathed raggedly against her, punctuating his assurance with a hungry and unrelenting return to the crux of her neck, all but attacking her in a way that was sure to leave a more than sizeable mark upon the flawless flesh of the woman he'd presently taken as his own personal property. He groaned and grumbled against her as his bracing hand found her own upon the towel beneath them, holding it down in the process of steadying himself as he bucked insatiably against her. He needed desperately the satisfaction of feeling her cunt spasm and squeeze him. Especially as he felt the urge to explode beginning to steadily arise within the depths of his loins.

His fingers tangled themselves in her hair right down to the roots at the base of her head, his grip tightening as he held onto her locks as though he'd taken her by the reigns, and riding her just as hard. She did not need to be guided, though. Not with the way she was already pushing herself backward, slamming into him with every bit the same level of intensity. There had been a woman or two who'd surprised him, in his time, but not like this. For the luxury-laden, pampered, and mostly innocuous image most everyone knew of her, the last thing he'd expected was to find that with just a little touch of temptation, there was a fervent, ravenous animal beneath her surface, waiting to be unleashed. And that he would do just that.

"Ungh, fuck..." he breathed words of encouragement into her ear. "Come on, princess. Look how hot you are. You wanna cum, don't you? You want to make me happy and cum all over this fucking dick?" he smiled devilishly as he looked to the image of her face in the screen. He could feel just how close she was, and he never broke his rhythm, not even for a second, as every crash of his hips into her ass seemed to grow louder, and harder than the last. "Be a good, dirty fuck slave. Do it for the camera. Do it for me."
 
It was either the words of twisted encouragement, or the slight pain to her scalp (or perhaps both in unison) that sent her over the edge. He felt her suddenly tense beneath him, her backstroke faltering as she struggled to contain the passion. She could concentrate on nothing except the waves of bliss coursing through her, spreading from her exploding cunt, and filtering to every part of her body. He could see that moment on the television quite clearly -- the exact second that she lost all control, vision blinded by the burst of white within, and was no longer focused on the visuals so much as she was enraptured by the feel of his cock plunging into her time and again.

She didn't even have time to cry out a warning or take exception to his heated commands. She obeyed without meaning to, because she had no other choice. She couldn't have denied him what he craved in that moment, no more than she could have consciously stopped her heart beating. He was her captor, but in that moment, he was also her master. His little slave came fast and hard, cries louder than before as time seemed to stand still, leaving her rigid and trapped within her own body. Then the moment passed as she was swept away, and her body clamped down around his pumping cock, tightening her slick, velvety tunnel as if to capture and keep his cock inside her forever.

The view on screen was more poetic and genuine than any porn video. There was no faking the pleasure she felt, for she was no actress and hadn't the ability to hide those emotions from him. She was the picture of perfection, body arched on his cock, breasts heavy and swaying beneath her, head tilted back slightly at his insistence. He'd transformed her into his little slut, and she was clearly thankful for it.
 
Those cries of ecstasy were powerful enough to echo in the very sky, waves of pleasure touching the clouds that hung above, yet so very close to them where their bodies violently met on top of the world. Already, he'd pushed her far over the edge, her silken, slick cunt grabbing hold of him with every last bit of force her body had to give, begging him with its pulsating heat almost as much as the woman herself to make his cock a permanent fixture inside her loins.

True to his word, he did not stop. He had no intention of stopping. Her screams. Her struggle to catch her breath between them. Her rapid heart beat, thumping so heavily that it radiated through her and into him, just as his own did to her. That impassioned, overwhelmed look that had washed over her face whenever he caught the sight of it in the camera. All of it was incredible. None of it was enough. Not for him. Not yet.

And so he thrust himself against her with that far from satisfied hunger, through each and every last wave that filled her. He found himself falling into rhythm with the contractions of her high, buried at his deepest at the apex of every ripple. There was no hesitation in taking control of her, nor reservations of driving her well past whatever limits she may - or may not - have had. To push her just as far as she could go. To use her to the fullest.

After all, that was her end of the bargain, wasn't it?...To serve him?

"More." he practically snarled into her ear, still pulling her head back by her hair. "I want more..." He could be no clearer, gazing up into the camera. To search her gaze, and to watch her struggle to keep herself upright upon shaking arms and legs. Never once did he stop. "...And you're gonna give it to me, aren't you, you pretty little fucking bitch?"
 
"Yes! Anything!" she cried in response.

The forceful grip he had upon her hair pulled her upright so that she was no longer on her hands and knees. Instead, her body pressed back against his as she sat in his lap, his cock impaling her deeper as gravity worked in his favor. One of her arms reached back to clutch at him, gripping his side tightly as every thrust threatened to topple her back to the patio again. The change in position gave him another view of her generous breasts that bounced wildly as they fucked. He'd seen them countless times now, tasted them, groped them, and still they were glorious to look upon.

The twisted view upon the screen was one that none of her fans had ever seen, for she'd been careful about what pictures were taken and where she went topless. Now, however, those inhibitions were long forgotten, thanks to his massive cock. She'd given him what she'd never given another man, and was prepared to give him even more. The further he pushed her, the more she wanted him. The rougher he was, the more aroused she became. It was all too clear in her expression and the frantic movement of her body against his that she was just as taken with his sculpted body as he was with her perfect curves.
 
The deep slap of flesh accompanied her cries of ecstasy each and every time their movements forced her to take her rightful place seated upon his stiff shaft. Her nails scrapped against the skin at his ribcage. His hand released her hair, but only when he was forced to make the decision of continuing to hold her by those long, soft locks, or gripping her by the neck. He made that decision rather quickly.

His hand made her throat seem tiny by comparison, wrapping about her. He squeezed, not hard enough to seriously damage his property, but more than hard enough to leave an impression upon her. To make her strain just a bit harder to breathe. To make her gasp and squirm when the hard strokes of his cock forced the air from her lungs. He buried his face into her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of her and groaning out breaths heated with pure lust and adrenaline against her. He could see so perfectly between her neck and shoulder the view from in front, like a perfectly directed movie starring the both of them. Tighter.

His left hand forced her thighs apart, reaching down and feeling the slick rod pumping in and out of her. His fingers came up wet as they slid over her lips, until they found what they truly sought. Without mercy, without any regard for overwhelming her, he began to furiously rub her, hand all but vibrating between her legs, all the while staring her down in the camera. "More!" he repeated, utterly insatiable, and robbing her of her breath in more ways than one.
 
Her chin tipped upward automatically as his hand slid about her neck, restricting her airway a small fraction, though enough that she couldn't ignore the press of his fingers. She'd felt that grip before when he was truly angry, knew the strength they possessed and how they could easily end her life if he so desired. But she also knew the pleasure they could give her, just like the fingers that now mercilessly stroked her clit.

It was overwhelming at every possible angle. The sharp spike of arousal she felt as she watched their amateur porn on screen was like nothing she'd ever experienced. The warmth pooled between her thighs where his cock pistoned, wrecking her tight cunt in the best way possible. The sensations pushed her ever higher, spiraling upward with every stroke, clawing and scrabbling for that promised climax that could push her over the edge.

His fingers tightened, and she gasped at the euphoria that rose from his grip, causing a rush of dizziness that had her moaning. There was no possible way she could survive the onslaught a moment longer. Her cunt tightened in warning, and then she'd gone rigid against him, screaming as she exploded from within, her body driven to yet another sweet release at his doing. Those sweet cries continued as her head thrashed against his shoulder, shaken side to side as her naked body convulsed around his cock. The tremors that gripped him were incredibly strong, catching him in that velvety vise that coated his shaft and balls in her frothing cream.
 
As her body grew tense, and her screams of ecstasy ripped through the near quarter-mile high air, he took it upon himself to ensure that his own precious cock was not robbed of a single moment that could be spent pumping into the embrace of her throbbing cunt. If she had very well fallen entirely unconscious, in that moment, he would not have stopped. He was far too invested in the control he'd taken of her lithe little body, pushing and pulling her to his own whims, holding her by the throat; nothing more than his own personal doll.

And such a perfect doll she made, indeed. The way her entire body shook, pulsing violently from the inside out. The desperation carried in every cry that forced its way from her lips. Her slick, impossibly hot canal squeezed him, and it continued to squeeze him - grip him tight - in the throes of a release that felt near neverending. He groaned a low, deep groan. Deep in the heart of his loins, he felt the pressure begin to mount, more quickly than he could possibly quell. Every muscle in his body began to tighten, including the hands around her neck and at her clit. His strokes rapidly gave way to the sudden urge.

His hips collided with her violently, sending shockwaves throughout her soft, round ass cheeks carrying more than enough momentum to ripple through her entire body with the force of Earthly tremors. Droplets of her sex splashed from between the both of them, leaving little spots of evidence on the towel beneath them. As the tension rose, and his balls ached, even the thought of the camera recording and playing back before them was torn from his mind. Room had to be made for the only thought that remained.

He held back for as long as he could, if only to savor every thrust. His growls grew louder against her, his body and his voice sending an unmistakable message. He sheathed himself in the very core of her, and with a loud, guttural "AGGGHHH, FUCK!!!," He erupted inside of her, with a force and a volume so great that the sweet mixture of their cum immediately began to seep out, leaving her utterly filled.

A tremendous shudder tore through him as he rocked his hips through her, his cock tingling with overstimulation.
 
Sofia sagged against him when the pumping finally ceased, though her body continued to thrum around him, muscles convulsing to milk his cock to the fullest. Another shiver rolled through her tempting form, and she closed her eyes to fully experience the bliss of their engagement. He'd fucked her harder than she'd ever been fucked, had pushed her to limits she hadn't been aware she could reach, and had sated her fully and completely. And every delightfully agonizing moment had been captured on video.

Her eyes finally fluttered open, half lidded with contentment as they shifted to gaze at the camera. It occurred to her at some point that no one witnessed that footage would believe she was being held against her will. She wondered at it, herself. She was slowly giving more and more of her body to the man that had invaded her apartment and her life, and it didn't seem the least big wrong to her now. He could have taken her by force, and nearly did, but in the end it was her decision to please him. She could argue that it was born of self preservation, that she was simply playing a role to survive, but Sofia knew that was no longer the case. She fucked him because she wanted to, not because she needed to.

There were no words for what she felt in that moment, so she didn't feel the need to speak at all. Instead, she leaned back against his body with his cock deep inside her, and turned to capture his mouth with her own. It was likely affection born out of the moment than true feeling, but she had no way to determine exactly what had prompted the action. It simply seemed the right thing to do.
 
His cock still throbbed and twitched in response to every move and every pulse of her insides, as he returned her kiss with no hesitation. He slid her his tongue as he swayed his hips, keeping them firmly pressed against her, going firmly against the instincts of both of their bodies to protest the overstimulation. His hand played at her throat, releasing her so that her breath was no longer restricted, but allowing her still to feel the brush of his fingertips about her soft, tan skin.

He smiled as their kiss was broken, and he too caught a glimpse of their bodies intertwined upon the monitor. In that moment, he knew, no matter what became of Sofia, that video would be coming with him, one way, or the other. "There..." He whispered to her coyly. "Doesn't it feel soooo good to give me what I want?" He was toying with her, but given the thick, pearly mixture of desire dripping from between them, that was a right he felt confident he'd more than earned.

His breathing was still noticeably heavy with satisfied exhaustion as he braced himself upon his knees. "You keep making yourself useful like that, princess, and I may not ever want to leave." He remarked, as he slowly pulled his cock from her velvet cunt.
 
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