Meet the Hunters (IV)

**Shout out to Sexkitten, she provided the inspiration for this installment.**

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He got to the top of the stairs. The bedroom door was open. He could smell her perfume in the air. Eau de Cartier. She wasn't playing games tonight.

He could barely contain himself as he rounded the corner into the bedroom. There she was, in the bathroom doorway, her back to him, bent over the sink, one leg on the bidet. Her body glistened with droplets of water and she was oiling up.

He quietly unzipped his pants and approached her. She liked it when he "surprised" her.

She turned around, she had heard him come in. She had known he was behind her. She knew his intentions.

She placed her hand on his chest to stop him, looked down, a big grin spread across her face. She dropped to her knees and as her hands worked his belt, her tongue worked the tip of his cock. He shuddered when she took him whole in her mouth.

His was the only dick that had ever been in her mouth, she had hated it the first time and told him she was never doing it again. He hadn't pushed her. She was still a virgin, innocent, fragile. He went down on her frequently though, extracting powerful, violent orgasms. Whrenching them from her body with careless abandon.

One day, after a particularly intense, loud climax, -his parents were away for the weekend and his little brother was at a friends house across town- she lay in the afterglow, his hard cock in her hand, stroking it as he kissed her, feeding her her own nectar. She wanted to make him feel as good as he just made her feel.

She kissed his neck, his shoulders, bit down on his nipples; he loved it when she did that. She slowly made her way lower, lower and then she swallowed him. She would never forget the look on his face that day; surprise, puzzlement, pleasure; as his eyes rolled back in his head. She hadn't really known what she was doing, but she let his responses guide her.

The way he squirmed and thrashed about, turned her on. She was wetter than she had ever been. And when he came, harder than he ever had, she couldn't contain herself anymore, her cunt was throbbing.

"I'm ready, Dw"

"What, ready for what?" he was still delirious with pleasure.

"I want you inside me"

"Are..are you sure?"

"Yes"

They made love for the first time that day, he had been careful, he had tried not to hurt her, and when he saw the pain spread across her face, his heart almost broke. He had held her when she cried afterward, and had been ready when, 10 minutes later, she wanted to go again. He didn't know it then, but he had just unleashed her inner nymph.

In the weeks to follow, they had their first real scare. She was late, a week to be precise. She was convinced she was pregnant and certain her mother would kill her. Dwayne had stood by her side. It turned out to be a false alarm, but they were careful from then on. Dwayne carried a packet of condoms everywhere with him, because he never knew when or where she would decide to pull out his cock

She had become addicted to sucking his cock. She was giving her man more pleasure than he could bear, and she loved it. She loved the power. One day, she swallowed. It was an accident, he told her he was coming, but she had been so engrossed in what she was doing she hadn't heard him. She hadn't realised till it hit the back of her throat. She had no choice but to swallow then.

It wasn't half bad. She had looked up at him and seen the look of delight on his face. Then she'd gone back to work. His knees buckled. Since that day, she always swallowed.

And she would swallow tonight. She loosened his belt and let his pants drop to the floor; and with her hands on his thighs and his dick in her mouth, she guided him to the bed, thankful they had chosen to go for plush carpeting.

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