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The Bare 3
🕑 Added 2023-12-12 02:00:05 +0000 UTCHarley saw the wanton fever in Dick’s eyes. “Not bad, huh? I know it’s hard for the rest of me to look as good as my face when it’s stuffed with cock, but I do some Jazzerize, eat a lot of greens… not that Red likes me calling it that…”
“Hold your cunt open,” Dick told her, his voice brooking no disagreement. “I want to see what that pink looks like before I whitewash it.”
Harley lost her breath at the sound of his strong, viciously calm voice. She knew no one with a cock like his could be that much of a goody two shoes.
“Sir, yes sir,” she mumbled, and placed her ass on a bar stool, leaning back with one leg up on the counter and her thighs spread.
With her fingers, she pried her labia open and showed Dick just how wet it had made her to swallow his cock over and over again.
Dick stared at her cunt like he was putting a hole in it—as if it didn’t already have one. “Now fuck yourself,” he told her. “Like you would if I decided not to give you my cock.”
Her voice lost in the strength of his command, Harley stared at his trembling cock while slowly cramming two fingers into her sex. As she touched herself, fingers strobing in and out of her cunt, Harley saw Dick’s cock grow even stiffer, trembling with a forceful violence like it couldn’t wait to be jammed in her cunt. Doing to her insides what it had done to her throat.
Her eyes crossed, woozily overcome with lustfulness, and Dick came to her as if beckoned. She took hold of his manhood and guided it to her sex, keening when her clumsy efforts rubbed his swollen knob up and down her mons. At last she got his tip to the opening of her womanhood.
“Let me have it!” she babbled, eyes wandering up into her skull. “Stick it in and ruin me with it—give my cunt what it’s been waiting for!”
Dick smiled and drove his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in Harley’s hungry snatch. Harley squealed. She could tell instantly that he knew how to fuck, wielding his prick with enough skill to minimize the pain and leave only a bright starburst of pleasure despite his reaming size.
His cock filled her passage with long, smooth strokes. Harley moaned for every second he was sheathed inside her. She gasped when he delved into her and when he pulled back out. She was haplessly forced towards orgasm, her clenching pussy doing the same to Dick.
His muscular body worked at her like a well-oiled machine, rock-hard manhood pumping in and out of a cunt that put up no resistance. Harley’s ass squirmed on the bar stool while she moaned her sloe-eyed enjoyment.
“I didn’t know this much dick could fit inside’a me,” she swooned. “I didn’t know there was this much dick in the world!”
Harley grabbed her breasts, thumbing into her sensitive nipples as her sex came to a boil. The only thing it needed to be complete was Dick dumping his load of hot cum into her, but this time he held back. Showing her he wasn’t always as trigger-happy as he’d been when she’d had him in her mouth.
“I’ve had enough of your pussy,” he said. “I’m giving you what you need.”
“What do I need, Dickie-boy?” Harley asked dreamily.
“For me to fuck you. Any way I want.”
Harley could only nod. It would be good for him to get his rocks off; the man was clearly too tightly wound if that last ejaculation still hadn’t totally drained him. She forced her legs open, despite her pleasured convulsions wreaking havoc with her control.
Dick knelt alongside the bar stool. He held up one of her legs and licked the warm, smooth flesh above the top of her stocking. His tongue stole all over the bare skin, drawing an inarticulate wail from Harley before he went to her other leg and did the same thing.
“Nice legs,” he said. “Are they open all night?”
He rolled her over. Harley hurriedly looked back over her shoulder to see how he approved of her compact, muscular ass.
Dick briskly ran his hand from buttock to buttock, enjoying how the firm flesh resisted his caress, only to quiver with anticipation. “Nice ass,” he said. “Let’s see how much bigger it gets with my cock inside it.”
He bowed his head and kissed her neck. His brushstroke lips moved between her shoulder blades to touch the small of her back. Wrapping his hands around her narrow waist—his long fingers touching either side of her belly button—he kissed down between her buttocks. He licked inside the crevice of damp, quivering flesh.
Harley held her breath, speechless at the thought of how far he’d go.
His wet tongue pushed deeper down the sweaty cleft of her ass. His face followed, pushing aside her buttocks, allowing his tongue to get even closer to her tingling little anus. It crawled inside her tense sphincter, which could not tighten enough to keep such a nimble, slippery probe out.
“Oy vey!” Harley moaned.
Dick came up onto his knees. Holding Harley by handfuls of her asscheeks, he pulled her hips up. She set her feet on one of the stool’s stretchers and gripped another one in her hands. In effect, she was kneeling, with her ass in the air and her head shoved down.
Dick looked directly at her wet little pussy and her winking asshole. Gripping his cock, he brought it to her juicy passage and wetted the bullet-shaped head up and down her slit. Then he pressed into her. Harley let out a grunt of enjoyment when his thick prick sank into her slippery cunt.
Pumping, twisting, punishing her ass with slaps from his hard-muscled belly, Dick fucked her from behind. Harley cooed, twisted, and offered herself up to his thrusts. His shaft felt even better from the rear than it had when he’d been on top of her. With each stroke, his balls slapped deliciously against her stiffened clit.
Dick suddenly pulled out of her. Without his hard-charging thrusts to animate her, Harley sagged in utterly satiated exhaustion. Her own energy left in her hips, which pumped a little against the padding of the bar stool, still trying to get off. Her hands and feet went limp, dangling down the cool metal legs of the stool.
“Hey, whoa, don’t stop now!” she whined.
“I haven’t started,” Dick said. “I was just getting lubed up.”
“Lubed up for what?”
“You’ve been bending over too much in those tiny little pants not to know.”
Harley giggled. “It’s been a while since the last time. Red said that it’s not a good idea to have a vine in there. They get ideas about fertilizer and—anyway, you sure my pussy’s enough to lube you up?”
Dick smirked. “It’ll have to be.”
He slapped her ass. Harley started at the sudden, practiced violence and the crisp pain that was so fucking good after so much pleasure it was like eating a whole chocolate cake by herself.
She realized she might be falling back into a toxic relationship, letting a man do whatever he wanted to her so long as she got off on it, then getting off on it because it was how he wanted her to react, which was a vicious cycle… but toxic orgasms were better than no orgasms at all.
Then Dick patted her other cheek. “We’ll use the whipped cream,” he said. “It’s not like anyone’s buying the pies…”
Harley bit the inside of her tongue and tried not to be disappointed. She told herself it would still hurt plenty, getting all those broad inches up her fertilizer-hole…
Dick came back, after what seemed like forever, with a can of whipped cream from the refrigerator. He sprayed the white foam on his engorged manhood, then anointed Harley’s asshole. She cooed when the cool feeling dabbed her anus, knowing it would soon be burning.
His eyes gleaming, Dick looked down at his target. The little puckered entrance marked with a dollop of cream, lying between Harley’s proudly swelling cheeks like a flower in winter. “You’re really going to feel this,” he told her. “It’s going to go all the way in.”
Harley ignored the implied question. She wrapped her calves around the stool’s legs and gripped them in her hands too. Her body was folded over, ass offered up, and her upside-down face stared impetuously at Dick.
“You’re in for a long wait if you think there’s any cherry to put on that soft-serve!” she said.
His prick twitching, Dick bellied up to her rump. He aimed his fat cockhead for the last time. Then he made Harley moan, and himself tingle, with his glans butting in to the first wisp of whipped cream.
“Come on, boss!” she cried. “Make me a Harley-on-a-stick!”
