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Bruce groaned and grabbed Natasha’s head, taking a moment to savor the softness of her ruby locks before he guided her downward. “That’s it… give me your mouth… my cock belongs in a mouth like that…”

Natasha moved her tongue around his glans-hole until it was out of reach, his cockhead pushed to the back of her throat. Then Bruce let her up, her gargling around his deep-set prick becoming moans as his erection left her mouth.

He knew what she wanted and gratified her by forcing her to take it, take as much as she dared—showing off his calm mastery of her with his awareness of her limits. He could’ve gagged her on a cock that big, but he hadn’t. Much as she might’ve wanted him to. He would get what he wanted and whatever that was, Natasha was in no mood to deny him.

He moved her down to his balls, and Natasha obligingly took hold of Bruce’s shaft as her mouth opened wide to suck him as he liked. Perhaps it was her little way of showing initiative, of asserting her independence, but Bruce wasn’t such a control freak that he minded. At least, not so long as she rolled his balls around with her tongue and kept her fingers wrapped tightly around his stiff cock to feel the potency surging through its length.

With his keen, almost cruel grip on her hair, he brought her up to kiss his cockhead and the drip of precum coming from his engorged glans. Then back down to his scrotum, to mouth and tongue lovingly the wrinkled skin that held his testes. Natasha happily serviced him there, then followed the pull on her crimson hair to lick her way along his length, all the way to his big purple helmet.

His foreskin dwindled behind the sheer angry engorgement of his cockhead, pulled all the way back to entirely expose his knob, seething and throbbing. Natasha made her lips into a lovely wet oval and slid them over the tip of his cock, pressing down with all her skill and control. Her plump lips were stretched wide by the girth of his prick, forced to cling tightly to its broadness, but Natasha kept going, forcing her throat to stretch the same way, admitting his shaft into both her mouth and gullet until her lips were flush against his loins, his swollen cockhead far down her throat.

Bruce moaned again, clearly having no problem voicing his approval of Natasha’s skill. “Yeah, good—that mouth deserves a cock like mine—suck it—suck it until you get my cum—show me you deserve to swallow it.”

Obeying the dictates of his gripping hands, his growled words, Natasha moved up and down, her head rising and falling slowly on Bruce’s manhood. Her red lips ran from Bruce’s balls to his glans, again and again, until her lipstick was smeared off by the friction, marks of it clinging to Bruce’s lengthy erection like an added flush of heated blood.

Most men would be impressed by her deep-throating them, especially a man as well-endowed as Bruce, but he just kept her steadily pumping over his manhood. That was fine. As much as Natasha liked the appreciative awe her efforts usually brought her, she enjoyed the way Bruce’s cock tasted far more.

By now, she had shifted into a comfortable position for the long, leisurely blowjob she’d be giving him. She was on her hands and knees over his strong legs, her face angled down to his groin, her tits pressed into his thickly muscled thighs. But that no longer suited Bruce. He sat up, moving his bulky frame with the ease of a well-oiled machine, and then he was seated on his ass in front of Natasha, her head down in his lap.

He reached over her kneeling body, his long arm easily reaching her ample buttocks, and Bruce curved his hand underneath the abundant curve of her ass to get to her dripping sex. There, he used his finger like a drill bit, entering her with a casually demanding ease. But despite how lightly he was treating her domination, Natasha felt as though she were being reamed mercilessly, feeling his skillful touch going exactly where it meant to on her aroused clit and her tingling folds. A moment later, still unused to how he was finger-fucking her, she felt the pad of his finger touch her tight, tender anus, smearing the wetness of her own cunt on the closed sphincter.

She kept on suckling at his manhood, now desperate for the taste of his cum. Natasha didn’t know if she was hoping to put an end to their fuck before he gained the penetration he was clearly after or if she merely meant to spur Bruce on, the way he was doing to her. They both seemed to accept no limits from each other, instead demanding more and more of the other’s body, confident that they would get what they each dared to hunger for.

Bruce’s fingers explored the quaking lips of Natasha’s sex, the whorls of his fingertips soon filled with her wetness. Her folds only became more and more damp as his fingers played at them, until he took his hand away and moved it between her buttocks. When it rubbed at her anus this time, it seemed too slick to be believed.

Natasha mewled and purred and gurgled around how totally Bruce had penetrated her mouth. Then she felt him press his thumb into her asshole and she almost bit his prick in two. This was a lot further than she usually went, even for pleasure, but Bruce seemed determined to satisfy her as well as vent his own lust. She would let him do his damnedest—even let him have her ass. After all, she was about to burst with passion.

Then she did scream, or at least do the best she could with his erection still stopping up her mouth. “GGRK! GGKK! GGH!” Natasha gagged as his big thumb popped inside of her, lubed up from her own cunt, and now treating her asshole as his own—as much his as her mouth.

“Gk—gk—gk—“ Natasha gargled some more, her mouth slack on Bruce’s sizable erection. She was barely able to think when there was so much sensation to absorb, his thumb grinding into her opening anus like a mortar into a pestle.

She could almost taste his seed now, down the length of his shaft, surging in his bloated balls. She squeezed his scrotum with her hands and when she did, a little bullet of precum bubbled into her mouth. Natasha gave him two more minutes before he spurted. As much as she respected his prowess, even Bruce couldn’t hold out any longer against her cocksucking.

She would have to give up on the prospect of the assfuck that his thumb had primed her for, but at least she’d get the satisfaction of making him come. If some pampered playboy could keep from being putty in her hands, even when she had her mouth wrapped around his cock, she’d have to think about hanging up her catsuit.

Of course, she was greatly enjoying not having it on at the moment…

Natasha rocked back against Bruce’s sodomizing thumb. While it was between her asscheeks, his long, callused fingers were pressed against her dripping gates, his middle finger actually touching her clit. With little twitches, he caressed it into heat and hardness, until Natasha couldn’t stand the added stimulation on top of her fondled cunt and violated ass.

She lifted her face from Bruce’s lap, her slack lips lazily hanging onto his manhood by sheer friction, and ground herself against his hand until her desire could grow no larger. It burst inside her pussy, a storm of sensations rubbed into her by Bruce’s big hand, flaring up in her from her stretching anus to her quaking sex.

“Oh goddamn… fuck it… boize moi, I need your cock!” she panted like a wounded animal, pulling herself off his thumb. With a sexual intuition worthy of her great skill and experience, she knew she’d only be able to make Bruce come if he let her. She wouldn’t be able to gain the upper hand by blowing him. Later, maybe, she’d console herself that she could overwhelm him with her tight, hot cunt—tell herself that that was what she was trying to do—but at the moment, her need was impossible to deny.

She moved up his muscular body to straddle him, hammering her cunt down on his standing cock. Her pussy was open, wet, throbbing—all of her readiness packed into one opening. She came down on Bruce, her cunt taking him to the hilt even faster than her mouth had. Her body surged with feeling. She leaned over Bruce, unable to stay upright as she rode him, as he twitched his hips to make her bob and weave on top of him, further electrifying her with sensation. She twisted her hips, slapping her voluptuous breasts across his face, amusing Bruce as his face reddened with the sumptuous feeling of being thrust into her.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” Natasha cried, happily beyond thought and subterfuge—only knowing the urges she was meeting with every second Bruce spent inside her.

Natasha braced her hands on her broad shoulders to keep up the raucous slap of her thighs down into his lap. As she relished the pump of their bodies together, Bruce reared his head up and caught a fat nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it while Natasha rammed herself up and down on top of him.

As indomitable as his will seemed, his fuse was burning low—he was aching to spill himself inside her, as much as Natasha wanted to feel him come in her sex. He could tell Natasha wanted him in her ass just as much; she’d been far too receptive when he’d paved the way with his thumb. But they were both too desperate to come, feverish for the intensity of a mutual orgasm. Later, they could savor a long, thorough ass-fuck. Now, there was nothing they could desire but the explosion they were both rushing towards.

He bit into her plump teat and Natasha let out a howl. His cock felt massive in her pussy, stretching the walls inside her like she was a virgin. It was all she could do to keep riding his erection, sweet pain suffusing their connection. The pleasure she felt through the feeling of being so full, it promised and cajoled. She knew the orgasm growing inside her would be worth any amount of pain, and being fucked by Bruce didn’t hurt, not really. It was just… too much. The exact right amount of too much.