An Arabian Experience

She continued on in this fashion, and I began to shift uncomfortably on the edge of the bed. Soon her ministrations became altogether unbareable, and I was forced to voice my complaint. This, however only seemed to encourage her as she let out a little moan of satisfaction that resonated through my turgid meat whilst she continued her eforts unabated. As she progressed I found myself becoming more aware of my balls than I could ever remember during my sundry sexual experience, and the feeling soon found its way into my gut, filling my entire body with the intolerable sense of an impending explosion that I wasn't sure I'd be able to endure. Beads of sweat covered my body, and I began to tremble.

It wasn't long before the level of stimulation surpassed any ability I might have had to cope with it, and I protested most aggresively now, fearing loss of conciousness at any moment. This proved to be a mistake as it only prompted her to slow her torturous technique just enough to delay the terrible explosion she was nurturing within me yet a few more agonizing seconds, relishing the velvet dungeon she had trapped my cock within.

Fortunately a seconds later my penis surprised me by suddenly firing a thick wad of semen down her infernal throat. As I fired my second volley she gripped both of my thighs with painful force and endeavored to swallow yet more of my shooting prick, moaning like some giant African cat.

Drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, I greatfully collapsed onto the bed as she sucked her way back up my softening dick, finally releasing the head from her mouth with a wet pop. "What posseses you?!" I wheezed as she gleefully crawled like a predatory animal onto the bed. "You love it!" she hissed devilishly, wearing a wide grin as she eyed the resluts of her handiwork through half-closed eyes. "No, you love it!" I scolded.

She drew even closer to me, stroking my chest and neck while I admired her semetic beauty. Green eyes stared back lustfully at me, her beautiful olive skinned face elegantly framed by a thick mane of silky dark hair that grew almost to her rear.

"Let's go again!!" she lisped into my ear with a heat most women could have mustered only after weeks of denial. "Jesus! Give me a fucking minute!" I whined. "Come on, I've got something special in mind!" she demanded, jumping up to her knees. That got the old pecker strirring, her idea of "special" was nothing to be missed I was sure. "Come on! I want to fuck you in front of the picture window where everyobe can see!!" she hissed, giggling like a demoness.

I soon found myself in her living room in full coitus ala doggy style directly in front of a huge bay window that looked out onto the street. However, the fact that it was an early Tuesday afternoon in an upscale suburban neighborhood assured a lack of likely onlookers. Surely she knew this would be the case, yet for some reason she seemed aroused beyond belief, and I wasn't complaining. It was great to see her fantastic body's every detail illumanted in the full light of day.

As I relished the sensation of the vise like grip of her unusually hot cunt with my head upturned and eyes closed, I was suddenly torn from nirvanna by what sounded like a raving madman just outside, prompting a fit of demonic laughter from my fuck bunny. Before I had time to react, the front door flew off its hinges and landed in the kitchen. "Poppa!!" squealed my little devil with delight, and clamped her pussy muscles even tighter about my dick. I attempted to withdraw from her and run like the wind for the back door, but she refused to release me, and I only succeeded in dragging her along with me a couple of feet.

One of the biggest men I've ever seen was soon upon me, and the little demoness released me just in time for "Poppa" to literally throw me into the kitchen. "Woooo! Get Him Poppa!" yelled my sweet psycho, still naked as a jaybird in front of the window with her hands on her hips.

I begged for mercy as he approached again, but it was clear from the expression on his face that I should consider myself lucky if lived to see the next day. He then launched my poor body onto the kitchen counter, and as if from nowhere, produced a switchblade. Grabbing my still hard penis, he wasted no time in severing my organ at the base. I was then carried over his shoulder screaming like a banshee and summarily sent flying out into the yard, where I was happy to pass out.

I spent a month in hospital while my denuded manhood and broken leg mended, every week of which saw a visit from my demoness. "What possesed you to do such a thing!!?" I whined. "Aw, there's still a little left!" she replied giggling, tickling my stump with her finger. "You love it!!" she hissed, tossing her long black mane to the side with a flippant motion of her head. What little was left of my dick began to swell. "Yeah..." I almost whispered, shocked at my own admission. "You're going to be the death of me!" I complained. "Ooooooo!" she sqeualed at the thought of it.