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The Intruder's Passion [Yoshie]

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Jan 20, 2010
Hell. That was the single most word that describe the last few days. Last week the world was his. He commanded it all and not in a superficial way. He had power, respect, cars, money, women. There was little to nothing that this man couldn't grasp with his two hands. To be truthful nearly none of it was achieved in the proper manner.

So he may have been a detective of the Miami police force, but he was born and raised on the streets. He couldn't put the hustle behind him. There was no way he could turn his back on the life he knew and was feed since he was a baby. So his uncommon tactics had been born to seek out justice. A small group of friends and informants turned into a crew and then a gang. Before the young man knew it, he was the secret kingpin of large gang.

To make matters worst, well extra juicy in his case, he was the detective assigned to catch....himself! However as was stated, that life was destroyed. First it was a rookie cop who seen too much and didn't know how to shut up. Then the chief had stepped out of line and the gun discharge was an accident. Now the name of Maurice Knight was all over the news. Witnesses and snitches came out the woodwork to rat out the dirty cop. His crew were arrested or killed.

His houses were taken like it was nothing. His bank account frozen, if he was lucky. There wasn't anyone he could turn to or anywhere to escape, but it seemed god was still on his side. Somehow he managed to flee Miami and make it up north with as little money as he could gather. The stolen car had broken down last night somewhere in the inner city of Baltimore. His last coins allowed him to catch a bus that transported him to the end of its line.

That same night he came across an apartment complex and found a place that looked barren to him, but he was too tired to search and make sure.

So that is where Maurice Knight laid, on the floor in the living room of an supposedly empty apartment on the bottom level. There he went over the events of the passed few days after the sun had woke him up. The six foot three black man had used his Gucci tee-shirt as a pillow with his chrome hand gun laying right next to his head. Three extra clips awaited him. With a sigh, he rose from his makeshift bed and dragged himself into the bathroom. Little thought had entered his head as to why the water worked, why there was soap there.

He simply took himself a nice hot shower that did him worlds of good. The water seemed to wash away the depressing thoughts he had and restored a little courage into him. He was Maurice Knight and the only thing he couldn't grasp was something he didn't want. With that, he exited the shower while leaving his clothes on the floor in the bathroom. He took a towel that was hanging on the bar to pat dry his chiseled form as his feet carried him back to the living room. There he stood in thought as his hands used the cloth to remove the water, thinking of ways he could bring himself back.

First he needed to lay low.
 
The sun was not a welcomed friend in Yoshie's House. The sun beamed brightly into her naked window and her eyes were hit with the sudden pain of morning sunrise. She hissed at the day and rolled over trying to avoid its rude welcome. However, to no avail because there were windows on both of her sides. She had no choice but to awake. With her morning nap ruined she decided to fix herself some breakfast in her new apartment. But first she had to pee. She arose and scrambled through her closet and found her violet see-thru gown that hugged her form something fierce. The robe was not kind as it rose above her ass every time she raised her hands.
She walked into the bathroom and discovered clothing thrown about the floor and she looked puzzled for a second. She thought nothing of it as she did her business washed her hands and then proceeded to head to the kitchen.

After a while, the smell of Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, sausage, and hash browns could be smelt. Of course she always cooked more than what she intended to eat and there was always leftovers to spoil in the fridge later. She sighed looking at the Feast that she created and then turned around and turned on her Ipod. Immediately, Stranger in My House by Tamia began to play as she shakes her ass to the beat and began humming the lyrics to the song as she finished what little cooking she had left to do. Her naked form not at all concealed by the robe she was wearing bounced about freely as she sang a melody that only a wolf could love.
 
In the mind of Maurice, it wasn't all bad. His father had family up here, the man may have died when he was young, but you never lose touch with kin. He would take his time to recover from recent events before making those connections. There was no rush, in fact the longer he waited the better the odds of his comeback. This wasn't sports where a speedy return was needed to keep fans up. This was something different were the more your enemies thought you were done and gone, the better things were.

He felt himself becoming back to who he was, like a man wielding his hammer to remove the impurities. "A small set back. Nothing to worry about." The former detective told himself only to pause when he heard the sounds of movement. "What the fuck..." He said to himself while holding the towel against his chest. He turned to look around, hearing the sound of the toilet flushing. Something wasn't right, not at all. He drops the towel to the floor only to bend down and pick up his gun.

He never went into the unknown without it. Soon the door opened and someone exited only to move into the kitchen. He followed the person into the room only to peak inside and discover it was a female. The threat level went down a bit in his mind as those light brown eyes of his began to scan her form. She was indeed something else. Maybe this was further proof that luck had not turned its back on him.

He had to be sure. While she was busy, he moved passed the opening as quick as he could to make sure he wasn't found. He snuck into the bedroom to investigate things for himself. He needed to find out if she was along, if there was anyone else here, and even if he had to worry about anyone dropping by. Maurice made a quick yet thorough search of the room to found out just what he wanted. It seemed there was no one else there but the two of them.

Now he had to time of how he would handle things. He placed the gun in the linen closet underneath the towels so it wouldn't easily be acquired by another. He had never really had shame, but he figured being seen completely naked would send the wrong message. So Maurice went back to retrieve his towel to wrap it around the lower half of his body. With it securely in place, he went back to the kitchen as his mind tried to work out how to handle this. He decided to just go at it and handle things as it went. However the moment he went to talk, the words were lost.

She began to play music and his eyes were drawn in to the sight of her figure as she moved it so hypnotically to the sounds and beats. He snapped himself out of it knowing if she saw him before he had a chance, it'd all be over. He quickly moved into the kitchen to grab the woman from behind. His right hand would be placed against her mouth to seal it close while his left arm went around her waist to hold her close. His grip was firm, proving those muscles weren't just for show. "Calm down, relax. I'm not gonna kill or rape you. I just can't have you screaming." He told her.

His voice was strong but had a smooth gentleness to it.
 
She felt something grasp her she stiffened and then she let out a gasp, squirmed and resisted and then finally with a free hand felt around the figure. It was a man! He was a chizzled man at that, like that of a Adonis statue. She caressed his chest slowly half trying to figure out where this man came from and then figure out how well her hands could cover his form. She then roamed more and then she moved lower and then lower. She gasped again but not out of the shock that was a scared one, twas the shock of how big his muscle... in that area was.

"Mmmffffm!!!" She cried as the images flew through her mind like a bat out of hell. She moved her right leg to cover over his and then a wet slippery substance trickled down her leg onto his. She shuddered and then sighed. The images kept coming each stronger and more provocative than the last, and more erotic than the next. She stiffened up again and then a flood had been created on his leg and now the floor. She blushed and tried to run away but his grip was one of a gods. She could do nothing but stand idly by and watch as a puddle was now created on the kitchen floor. She whimpered through what airspace his hand left that was to breathe.
 
The fighting and struggling was to be expected. In fact he was focused on the frying pan and other utensils she was using to cook. He was hoping to every fiber of him that she wouldn't decide to use one of them. With his concentration on pulling her away from the stove and her resistance, it only made sense for his towel to fall from his form. He was left completely revealed as her hand began to search out the identity of her stranger. His words also seemed to have fell on death ears as she touched on him, then something odd happen.

Her wrestling also began to lessen as the feel of her hand took on another tone. All inquisitive motives behind it had seemed to melt away as she felt on his muscles and roamed the front of his form. He was a bit relieved. "Good, I ain't trying to hurt you." He assured her as he released his hold over her mouth only to have his eyes spring open when her hand found what was between his legs. "H-hold, wah.." That member of his wasn't at its full length, but it was quickly responding to her touch as she caressed it. Her body began to tremble in his hold and he applied more strength to make sure she didn't fall onto the ground.

Something liquid had hit his leg and then in greater amounts which caused him to lean forward to look over her to see what it was. Did she really just? His mind had finally moved through the fog and worry of why she was touching that part of him. "Y-you came?" Maurice asked like he couldn't believe what had just transpired. He released her as he pulled away and looked down to his leg in completely disbelief. Despite the look on his face, another part of his body was on broad with what was going on.

The scent in the air and touch of her hand had triggered something deep in the back of his head. That length that started this reaction from her had responded in full and showed its eagerness. His fat twelve inch cock was standing proud as he waited for its master to acknowledge him. "Damn shawty." Was all he could think to say as he leans his back against the other counter. His hand rubbing the cum on his leg before he brought it to his face, inspecting it to only confirm his thoughts.
 
When she was released she turned to face him eagerly expecting someone worthy of wielding something so powerful. To her surprise he had a baby face. An innocent face, that was warming yet somewhat fierce. She looked over his form seeking places that were flawed. There were none, not even the scars were flawed. They were perfectly placed as though they were tattoos. She began to drool as she looked upon his member with disbelief. The drooling was a constant and her pussy soon followed where her mouth started.
I want that... She thought. She hadn't had a man in six years all the constant masturbating and constant teasing herself was pissing her off and now, as if by some omniscient force placed him here at this time and at this place she was getting what she oh so craved.
"Damn..." was all she could whisper as she moved her hand from the counter and then-- CRASH she had knocked over the jelly. Luckily it was a plastic jar, but that didn't make it less of a mess on the floor. Yoshie always kept her floor tidy, neat and clean and seeing this just made her frustrated more. She then turned and bent down, ass up because she rarely bent over with her knees and tried to pick up the jelly bits with her hands.
Scrambling to pick up the wasted material her ass cheeks jiggled at each motion and her slit that led to her pleasure hole could be seen shimmering from the light. She was so wet that it began dripping onto the floor, ever so slowly seemingly tempting him, calling him, yearning for him and him alone. Her thighs cupped her pussy rather well and added a bit of a seductive secrecy to it all.
 
Maurice was left in a complete and utter state of disbelief. There was no way he could have predicted this happening. He thought a fight would break out, that she strike him, bite him, scream her cute little head off. But this? Who could have expected this type of outcome from something so small and simple. Those eyes of his were locked onto her, watching her as she stood against the other counter. The look in her eyes didn't match his.

He was confused and trying to piece all this together. She held eyes like a predator, an hungry animal who had located its prey. It should have been even more odd. Something that further knocked him from his self assured throne. Instead, it felted her and only increased his interest in her. Something he didn't think was possible.

She was gorgeous in his eyes with a body that killed. Adding onto that seemed to be a cruel weapon god made to destroy man. Subconsciously he found himself licking the substance from his fingers, not remembering what it was until the taste hit him. He had just swallowed the juices of her pussy and it was a taste he knew and enjoyed all at the same time. His attention moved straight to the jar of jelly as it fell only to watch as she moved to pick it up. Bending over to place all her divine gifts on display.

His eyes roamed over the view she gave to him. His mouth watering at the sight of her treasure where the taste of which still lingered on his tongue. She was taunting him with it like she didn't think he would have what it took to grab and take her. He found it odd how strongly he desired her. No woman had captured and sucked him in so powerfully and he couldn't begin to explain it. He was the one in charge and it seemed he would have to fight her for that position.

Maurice moved towards her with those strong hands took a firm grip of that beautiful ass of hers. However the normal and obvious plan of attack didn't follow as she would have thought. Instead she felt that seven inch long tongue licking up along those drenched folds of hers. Taking in that liquid that seemed to continue to pour from her. He let it run the length of her hidden lips before he turned his head to the side. With speed and skill the tip of his tongue flickered back and forth between those lips.

Her taste was delicious and the way she smelt simply divine. Those hands of his held on to her make sure she didn't pull herself away. The assault of his tongue was just starting though, getting warmed up before he devoured her.
 
She gasped, a gasped that she didn't recognize at first. Then she remembered. Pleasure oh the joy of this word, this feeling this sensation. She didn't have to initiate it, something that she hated with a burning passion. Her thoughts quickly turned to ash as surges of devastating thunder pulsated through her body, a sensation all too forgotten. Six years was a long time to go without it. Even longer when you are forced in a position where you have to seem manly otherwise you get no respect. It'd been so long since she was touched, caressed, even fondled by hands other than her own. She found herself losing it ... literally! Swaying her hips back and forth thrusting and moaning grabbing his head and forcing it to lick deeper and suck harder.

"Iku!!!" She screamed as she squirted her love in his face. But that seemingly didnt stop him. She was oh so worried that he would think oddly of her since she was a squirter and a drencher ... and a masochist.

"To hell with it all!" She said fiercly and grabbed his head commanding him to lick her from top to bottom. She wanted more, she needed more, she lusted, she craved, she roared with passion. She wanted him all to herself and that was what she was going to get. She bit her lip till the side of her mouth started to bleed. She didn't mind the pain, hell she welcomed it. She wanted his tongue buried deep inside her, she wanted to cum, she wanted to scream she wanted to be treated like the whore that she was. Her cries of passion filled his ears and the room as she bounced her ass up and down thrusting to the motions of his tongue.

She wallowed in pleasure, she delved in ecstasy, she roared in such a lustful manner that it drove her crazy. She dived in pain she wanted to live for the moment and not worry about anything or anyone except this new stranger and the wondrous pleasure that he was hiding inside that 12" cock of his. Growling more intensely with each passing orgasm the floor was getting the best of them both as cum and jelly were now sprayed everywhere.
 
Maurice hands held her ass cheeks like they were vice grips. They kept her rear divided to give him better access and room for his face to a get to her treasure. This allowed him to continue licking over her pussy. Every now and then he would be forced to stop, place his lips against those folds and suck onto her. Swallowing the large amounts of fluids dripping out of those delicious lips of hers and taking in every last drop of it. It haven't even been a few moments yet and around his mouth as well as his chin was already glistening from the liquids that drooled onto it. There was nothing he wanted to say, he didn't want to take his mouth from down there until her pussy was dry and his breath smelled of her cum.

Soon he would begin to slid his tongue into her cavern only to swirl it about inside of her so he could plaster her walls with his saliva. The taste of her was beyond good and the feel of her grinding against his face only caused his dick to get jealous of the lack of attention. His eyes would pop open when she came hard, splashing into his face like he was standing underneath the shower. His instinct for survival kicked in making him jerk his head away as he surveyed what had just happened. "G..got damn." Slipped from him. He could only imagine what his face looked like, he could feel it dripping from parts of his head he never expected a chick to cum on.

"I'm bout to fuck this up." He told her with a devilish grin as he pushed her hard up against the counter so she had something to brace herself on. His hands went back to her booty to spread those cheeks once more, but the destination of his tongue was different this time. It targeted was just a centimeters above the last spot. The tip of that long tongue very slowly swirled around the rim of her anus before plunging it deep into her. He feed that rear hole the full extend of his tongue only to twist and turn it about inside of her. His left hand remained where it was while his right hand wasn't content with just laying on her flesh.

As Maurice let his tongue violate her backdoor, his dominate hand moved to rub that soaked pussy of her. Two fingers would enter her only to move around inside of her before finding that spot of hers. There they stroked that mildly bumpy area to send even more pleasure flowing through her.
 
A surge of pleasure sent chills up her spine. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She welcomed this sensation and purred when she finally got what she desired most, orgasmic pleasure. This word in itself was a feeling that even she couldn't explain.
I saw the sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers. Was all that played in her head ... over and over and over again. Her body shook intensely. His hands held immeasurable power, the way each finger, stroke after stroke hit all the right spots. Her body was an open book to him and he was reading every page with diligence. His tongue was fuel to her fire. Each passing lap and suck was meant with more feeling and passion than the last. Her mind went blank, in this moment, the here and now nothing was more important. Work was for another day, The house cleanup could wait, and the phone was no where to be found.
Silence? There was nothing but the sweet melody of moans and screams and pants of pleasure. This time there was no porn, there was no neighbor getting it in, no it was her time. This was her moment where she could let go and be as wild as nature intended her to be.
She stopped him and then hopped up on the counter, legs spread she pointed to the place she wanted him to be. She wanted to see just what type of skills this mad-man had to please her.
 
Maurice rarely placed his tongue into someone's ass and damn sure never placed it this deep into a person he just met. Why had he done it this time? He had no idea. It was like being with her was pulling something from deep within causing him to do things he wouldn't normally consider. Was he regretting any of his actions, not in the least and he was just beginning to have fun with her. The former detective felt his hand being drenched in her juices but that didn't hinder the movement of his hand or any of its actions. Soon his taste of heaven was taken from him only to have those light brown eyes look up and see her hoping onto the counter.

A grin came onto his face as he began to stand up to his full height and standing before her. That long tongue moving along his mouth and around it to gather as much of her cum from his face that he could get. His right hand stroking that hard dick of his, smearing her juices along his length as he watched her open a path to her treasure. She had things slightly confused. Their mind was both on the same thing, but it was the how that she had mixed up. "Nah shawty. We fucking like animals." Maurice told her as he grabs her by the waist to pull her down off the counter, his strength on complete display. His left hand grabs a hand full of her hair to push her head down, bending her over against the counter.

The man didn't even bother to care that her head knocked over the container of pancake mix. Placing the side of her face into the mixture as his right hand guided that hard dick of his between her legs. The fat head of his spear found those pussy lips and less than seconds later that dripping hole of hers. A gentle push of his hips forced the tip inside of her, taking it slowly at first so not to damage her. He was tender with her as he gave that cave the first few inches of his length before his hips slammed the rest of it inside of her. Once he felt it was safe, he hammered the last ten inches into the depths of her pussy.

A surge of pleasure and slight pain rushed through his body from the powerful entry. This caused his muscles to tighten some and his left hand to pull back on her hair a bit as his body adjusted to the grip her pussy had on his dick. Not to mention the sensation that moved throughout his body.
 
The shock was intense, the sensation both displeasing and immeasurable happiness all at the same time. She looked back at him with a whimper and tried her hardest not to scream aloud. She tried to move away from him but his grip was overpowering hers at all cost. She yelped, like a dog in heat getting what she deserved and she howled like a wolf that was filled with passion and intensity. She couldn't speak, no, no words formed from her mouth. No sentences were placed on her thoughts and no thoughts were processed in her head. She stood there, frozen in time almost, the world passing her by. All that mattered was her pleasure surges and the constant rhythm of his dick and her pussy. The melody to her, was like music to her ears, and her heart. Something about him was safe. Something about him was comforting, warming, relaxing.
She panted with gratitude. In truth, he was doing her a favor, he was making her day. The more he pumped the better her day was getting.
More! More! More! More! She thought to herself as sentences, that began as fragments at first formed in her head. Still speechless she grabbed hold of him.
"Room...Bed... room... Now!" She said in-between breathes.
 
Maurice wasn't foreign to pussy, but this was different. This was something he couldn't recall. A feeling he couldn't place his finger on. He knew he wanted more and didn't want to pull out of her if he could help it. He feed that hungry hunt every inch of that fat black meat, making sure to deliver the full length into her. He wanted her to be able to count what she was being given but if she could, then he wasn't doing something right.

The intensity of his stroke only increased with each stroke, faster and harder was how he planted his tool inside of her. His left hand had released her hair to grab her by her elbows, holding onto her arms as their bodies collided. "Damn...take this fucking dick!" The former detective roared down at her as his light brown eyes descended to watch that jiggling ass that continued to be assaulted by him. Suddenly his thoughts was taken away from how well her body performed that continuous magic trick, making that twelve inch beast vanish and reappear constantly. She had managed to speak which brought his attention up to her only to smirk. "What?!" He shouted at her as his right hand released her arm to give her a hard smack on the ass.

Maurice had heard what she said though and when he was pulling back to begin another thrust, his dick popped out of her. "Hurry up and bring ya sexy ass on." He said as he grabs a piece of bacon from the plate to eat on his way to her room. His walk was one of confidence, like he knew who he was and what he could do. That was surely how he felt. He moved onto her bed to lay out on his back as he finished off the strip of bacon. That cock of his stood proudly like it was waiting for her as her juices rolled down along its left. Dripping over those pulsating veins.

"You can walk right?" He called out to her when he noticed she wasn't directly behind him. He wouldn't even allow himself to dwell on the situation. The fact he had broke into her home to sleep only to discover her in the morning. Then having her be the one to molest him before this all happened. Not even considering the fact he had just been in her raw and he didn't even know her name.
 
The bedroom was a beautiful lilac color and in the middle of the brightly lit room there was a matching canopy bed with see-thru drapes matching the lilac colored walls. The bedroom was actually the only room besides the dinning room that had furniture in it. The dresser, same color as the bed was neatly decorated and organized in the crevasse of the room eloquently letting the sun evade inside the room giving off a bright and warm comfort feel.
She prodded after him holding herself. She stopped in the middle of the room when she heard him say something and then made her and his plate and stuck it in the microwave. Yes, her microwave had two racks. She placed a plate on each one and then hurried back to him. Stopped again and ran back to turn off the stove and the oven. Then, when all was ready she made a dash for the bedroom. She dashed past him and flung herself onto the bed. She sighed as she sank, literally in the lilac sheets that were like silk to the body. Her bed was a conformer so it adjusted to her movements and then an indentation was left where her body was. She patted beside her gently.
 
Maurice hadn't had noticed how decorated the room was the first time he had entered it. His mind had been preoccupied and focus on searching through things to take in the sights. Now as he laid there he was able to see there was far more here then in all the rooms combined. She also had pretty good taste since he had a thing for the color purple as well, granted he preferred the shade a bit darker. Otherwise it was pretty nice and decent which made it him feel a tab bit bad that everything now ran the risk of ending up on the floor. He could be passionate if he wanted to, but right now he wanted to be brutal and animalistic.

He personally had no desire to pull the things down, but you never knew where your hands would end up grabbing during these events like this. He turned his attention from the room to watch her stumbling into the room only to witness her leave and head back out. A brow rose as he tried to figure out what in the hell she was up to. Soon he could see her in the hallway heading towards him again only to rush back the other way. "What the fuck." He said as he moved up from the bed. He wanted to know why in the world did she keep running away for like that.

Maurice thought maybe something was wrong as he moved to the door only to see her race inside and leap onto the bed. He had to quickly step backwards to made sure she didn't run into him as he kept his eye on how her body bounced on the big. She wasn't a skinny girl, but to him her figure was more than enough. Back in Miami there were woman with good shapes and the right proportions, but not in the way she was built. Or at least not so common anyway. When she rolled onto her back to motion him to come join her,a smile began to take shape on his face.

"Oh now you ready?" He asked her while his feet carried him across the room and back to the bed. He moved onto the soft mattress and crawled along it until he was over top of her. His legs shifted between hers before his hands pulled open her rode. "You sure you ready?" He questioned as his hands moved to grab a hold of hers by the wrist only to pin them against the bed above her head. His face moved closer to hers only to capture those lips of hers with his own, stealing a kiss he gradually deepened.
 
She tried to move only to notice his full strength. Truthfully, she hated kisses. She hated kissing, period. Getting a kiss out of her was either forced or she had to be asleep. She wiggled away from him finally and then subtly wiped her mouth. Nothing against him but her lips to her were more sacred than her body.

She looked at him, leeringly at first and then as the stare lessened she ultimately climbed on top of him. Her movements were slow at first and then they progressed into something more.
She grabbed ahold of his member with her right hand.
"I think I am ready!" She said.
 
A smirk cane to Maurice's face when he saw her trying to avoid his lips. He didn't bother thinking how strange it was or being bothered by it. He came to realize not everyone was into it. However she'd be into a rude surprise. His dick was sacred to him and not lips touch it within first touching his lips. He had to make sure they knew how to use their tongue and make sure there wasn't anything extra he needed to worry about. "That's works for me. I just want that pussy." He told her with a grin as she pulled away from him only for him to turn and lay on his back.

He could wait for her if she needed to get her bearings and adjust to what was going on. Whatever it was she was doing as she looked at him. Fucking a guy you met only moments ago wasn't something he expected every woman to be okay with. That dick stood proudly like a defense tower too stubborn to fall. A smile began to take hold of his features as he watches her move to climb on top of him. He wasn't one for being on the bottom, he enjoyed pounding into some good wet one.

Since this was her home and he had broken into it, she could have this round. "You know what they say, gorgeous. Don't be scared of the weapon, fear the wielder." He advised her with a smirk as she lined that dick up with her hole and he waited for her to lower herself down onto it.
 
Suddenly without warning and without notice that shy demeanor and scared girl quickly left the building. In fact her voice was a bit cocky. And her position which was always slouched downward had quickly straighted. It was like she was another person altogether.
"No... Never face your opponent unprepared!" She straddled him with confidence and then pinned his arms back and grabbed the rails of the bedpost and then... handcuffs?! Yes platinum handcuffs with purple diamonds in them were about to be shackled onto his hands so he could not move.

With a lightning fast grip she caught his dick in her strong hand held that bad boy steady and then eased down on it. It was gigantic in girth but the length was nothing that she hadn't ventured before. Soon that ass went to work, grinding here twisting there she even spun on his dick once or twice. The look on her face was indeed lustrous, like a wild lioness had just been released from her cage. She bared her teeth as she bit him on his neck and scratched at his chest. She grabbed hold of the rails and cocked her legs and began riding him that way. Then, just as he was getting used to that position she turned around and let her best asset show and popped her ass on his dick, face down ass up style. But this was only the beginning of her game. The question was, could he keep up?
 
You're a wanted man, face all over the news, broke into a woman's home, and grabbed her from behind. Now you're about to be handcuffed to a bed by a complete stranger? Maurice surely wasn't interested in something like that, but she was fast and caught him off guard. However before he knew it, it had been done and he was trapped there. "W-what the fuck?" He questioned only to notice the look in her eyes and for some reason, his dick never felt harder. He love dominating a chick, slamming her down and having his way with it.

But for those rare times when she wanted to be in command, damn that was something that sexy can't even describe. "Destroy that dick, shawty." Maurice found himself saying only to have his eyes pop open at the feel of those lips devouring that fat dick of his. He threw his head back, pressing it against the pillow as she began to ride him to freedom. Of course he felt like a bitch. Laying on his back and moaning from the pleasure being put onto him, but if feeling like a bitch gave him sensations of this magnitude. Then maybe it was something he should look into more often.

Maurice sucked in through his teeth when he felt her bite onto his neck only to scratch along his chest. "Shit...fuck...damn!" He said but it was clear he wasn't made, he may have just fallen in love with her. His dick withstood the force she was putting on him and then she turned around, showed him her large ass. He bit down onto his bottom lip, positioned his feet flat against the bed to show he wasn't out of the game. His hips would be thrown up off the bed and slam up into her thrusts. He couldn't do this for long, but he was going to show her he still had tricks.
 
She bend backwards that large monstrosity still inside her she gazed at him with something shiny in her mouth. It was the key, a medium sized golden key. She held his freedom inside her mouth, literally. with one hand holding herself up and the left hand free she then reached for the keyhold, gave it a twist and the cuffs were unlocked. Tossing the key somewhere in the room his freedom had been stated obvious. But that look in her eye was unmistakable, like a tigress wanting him to fall for the bait she lay before him.

"My parlor tricks are only beginning my dearest koi (love in Japanese) I want to see what you think you can do to me..." She said with the utmost boldness in her voice. Testing him was something she did best. Tests were her game fucking was the name. She spun around to face him and then got off his dick? She smiled a cocky smile and then reached up above the bed to pull down something that she loved. A silk purple scarf. Before he could interject she blindfolded him. It wasn't tried tight because she didn't want the hassle of getting mad when the knot didn't come out. She was a girl-scout so her knots were always a hassle. She then straddled his face caressing her cunt every-so softly and then in a voice that even she didn't recognize said, "Feast!... Dine like it's your last meal."
 
The pleasure was something that was beyond words, but something wasn't right. When Maurice was starting to get into the groove of things and begin to really enjoy it, things would change. Instead of making him feel good or pleasing him, it was doing the opposite and starting to piss him off. The wonderful sensation was there since he doubted there could be a bad moment inside this amazing pussy. However his mind couldn't relax to allow himself to actually enjoy it. He was left there wondering when she was going to change or do something new.

Just as he thought, she did change things up once again. This time the cuffs were undone and she went to blindfold him only to put her pussy in his face. He loved the taste of her pussy, but if he didn't cum she was going to have a major problem. Now it was time to handle things his way since the cuffs were off. "You little bitch!" He said to her through clenched teeth before reaching up to push her legs upwards to cause her to fall backwards onto his chest. He would push her off him so she was next to him on the bed before he quickly moved onto his knees.

His right hand reached out to grab a fist full of those braids of hers to push her face down against the mattress. Little mercy would be giving to her for annoying him the way she did, for denying him the experience he was looking for. Now he was going to assault her with this fat twelve inch dick and fill her pussy with so much of his seed that she'd be pissing his cum out for the next week. He made sure her ass was not and high in the air while his left hand guided that monster to her dripping and wet folds. Once the head popped into that still open hole, that was game for her.

A hard thrust of his hips would send every ounce of that black meat to slam into the depths of her pussy. Cramming her craven full of his dick. The feeling sent a rush of pleasure through him, but he controlled the sensation by biting his bottom lip. Using it to instead begin pounding away into her pussy.
 
She squeaked and squirmed and she tried to move her ass to no avail and then she growled fiercely as a surge of pleasure and pain entered her body. It's a conundrum how she managed to sustain this long without tears and screaming. Muffled moans and squirmed were all that were viewed as she fought and scratched his arms.

She tried squirming away again... and again. The bed rocked with intensity and so did her walls. The squishy essence of her walls and the ferocity of his dick were one in the same as she began to lose the fight that was left in her. She didn't want to succumb to him, she didn't want him to make her weak. She didn't want him to know where her spot was. As long as he didn't turn her on her side she was fine. There was no screaming because she was known not to scream, or yell too loud. Saying his damn name was OUT of the question and being completely owned in her bedroom was a total no no.
 
Maurice found himself smirking as she tried to fight back. Her squirming and scratching meant nothing to him since he was use to worst. He was actually known to cause more than this during his long sessions of fucking. However he would have to thank her later since her squirming was only adding to his thrust. This caused him to pound into her pussy at angles as she moved her ass this way and that. The feeling causing him to lean his head back to release some kind of sound.

Something mixed between a moan and a grunt from how he was hammering away into her pussy. Her asscheeks were left as victims, his thighs and pelvic slamming up against. The force of which caused them to smack and ripple as the sound of their collision echoed through the room. She could be strong and proud all she wanted, but he was going to torture her with his dick. He was going to fuck her until she passed out and fill her pussy with so much cum she'd be pissing his semen out for weeks to come. When her fighting stopped, he would reward her, giving her long and hard strokes of his dick.

They went the full length of his blessing. Pulling out so just the head remained inside of her and cramming every inch back into the depths of her pussy. This was done repeatedly, showing the skill of his hips and mastery of his member as he took her.
 
She remained vigilant to the 'I will not succumb' phrase. A losing battle if ever there was one. She yelped and whimpered but this seem to entice him every further. She shook her head and consistently stated,
"Not there!... no not there." But he seemed to have no end to this madness. It was like... pure unadultered torture. She moaned but still did not scream.
"ease... up!" she finally said a sigh escaping her. Then once again. "ease up..." she turned her head at least in his direction.
"I... I won't fight anymore... I want you to go slow. You've proved your point." she said out of breath and disoriented. She didn't want to fight anymore, she'd already try to dominate him and failed horribly so what was the point in continuing this evil? In fact she wanted it slow now. A change of pace and to give her body some much needed rest.
 
Maurice was more than willing to attack her with his black monster of a dick. He was more than use to the rough and brutal style of fucking since he was use to white girls wanting them animalistic nature of the Big Black Man. Soon though he heard her submit to her and ask for a change of pace and one he was more than okay with supplying. He didn't allow himself to get cocky about it or proud about this accomplishment since he was in it for more than one thing. He wasn't just looking to cum himself, he wanted her to enjoy herself. To come back time and time again seeking this dick of his.

"Sure, gorgeous." He said as the powerful thrust of his instantly changed its speed and aggressiveness. He released her hair to move his hands to her waist, holding her in place as he gave her the motion she wanted. Long, slow strokes of his dick moved inside of her like he was massaging the inside of her pussy with his rod. He soon reaches down and underneath her to pull her upwards so her back was laying against that strong chiseled chest of his. "Your pussy is amazing." He whispered into her ear with his left arm around her waist to hold her up against him. His right hand moved to take hold of one of those breast of hers, something he hadn't had a chance to do since they started.

Those large and strong hands of his began to gently knead the soft flesh, catching the passionate pace of his hips. "Is this better?" He said again with that strong force doing its best to be contained as a mere whisper.
 
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