The Spy Who Loved Pussy 2 (Patreon)

Marta trembled, nervous as hell, but she already knew she was going to do what Alex wanted. Everything Alex wanted. She put her mouth back on his musky cock. It jumped against the contact she made.

Marta smoothed her tongue down the entire length of his endowment to his swollen balls, where churned the seed she knew he would soon favor her with. Dominating her face the same way his long prick would master the slenderness of her gullet.

“Yeah,” Alex said. “Fuck yeah.”

Marta began to enjoy what she was doing—no longer just sating her burning need. She gingerly took his scrotum into her mouth, as much as she could fit, rolling one ball around on her tongue before she left it to mouth the other one. Alex tensed with excitement as her lips and tongue worked at him, bringing his cum to a boil.

Soon both his testes were shiny with her saliva. She moved back up, running her tongue along the underside of his prick, feeling out the bloated veins with her sense of taste. Marta had never imagined enjoying the taste of a man’s cock; being so gratified to be able to satisfy him. Yet she knew Alex was going to want more than some licking and she was exhilarated at the thought of that enormous quantity of meat going into her mouth.

It scared her as much as it excited her, making her head spin until she didn’t know which was which. All she could remember was that he was going to do it and she wasn’t disgusted or angry. Yes, she wanted him in her mouth. She wanted Alex to put himself in her mouth. He had to end the stalemate of her own reluctance, force her, spoil her with not having to decide it herself. Pamper her by making her. Shit, Marta really hoped she could take it all…

She felt his hands stroke her blonde hair, rewarding her with something other than the roughness she craved, as if taunting her with how much she wanted that and not this. She moaned hungrily and he urged her towards the head of his swollen cock. Her lips touched its tip. His glans were already glazed with precum. She tasted the saltiness of the sperm that would soon flood her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Alex groaned. “That’s it, Marta, take it. Take it in your mouth. I know you want it; you don’t have to worry about that now. Doesn’t matter what you want. I want this cock in your fucking mouth. That’s the important thing.”

His words shocked her brain like a shot of alcohol, giving her a heady sense of courage. She opened her lips and took his member over her tongue, even into her throat. There, she paused, rested. Regained her nerve. His arousal pulsed against her tongue. So she sucked him deeper, getting more of him into her mouth like a sword swallower at work.

He had to go into her throat. He had to go down the little opening that had seemed so small when she’d been looking at how big his cock was. But she felt it there, his massive knob, the huge slab of it and the quaking tip, all at the back of her throat and the furthest part of her mouth and going deeper and deeper with each gulp. She wasn’t sucking him, no. Alex was fucking her. Fucking her right in the mouth.

“God, you little bitch,” Alex sighed. “That feels good. You sweet little whore, you’ve got such a good mouth to fuck…”

His hands, usually so deft and clever, now tangled thickly in what hair he could find cropped close to her skull. He worked her head backwards, then returned it to the base of his cock. Marta let him keep her flowing back and forth in slow, delicious movement—supple despite how she gagged on how much she had to swallow.

Over and over again, her lips sliding along his shaft, all the time sucking at his manhood and hoping for his cum. It wasn’t that Marta wanted her oral fuck to end. She just wanted to please Alex so much more even than she wanted to keep being his cock-holster. She knew his cum would be the ultimate sign of his satisfaction with her.

She used her teeth, used her tongue, wanting to turn Alex on until he couldn’t hold back his satiation. His hips swayed and his big prick went deep into her throat.

“Play with my balls,” Alex moaned. “Use your fingers and play with my balls.”

Marta ran her hand up his thigh until she’d found his scrotum, swollen and surpassingly firm. She gently massaged her way through the wrinkled skin and into his tender balls, all while still sucking his cock.

Her head bobbed faster—she could taste more of Alex’s flavor coming off his dick, filling her mouth with his precum infusing her own saliva. She was hungrier than ever for his cum. She wanted to feel it launching into her mouth—to make Alex come so hard she would have no choice in whether or not to swallow it, it would force its way down her throat just as his member had.

Marta’d always worried she would be a prude with a man. That she would let him use her body, satisfy himself, but that would be as far as it went. She wouldn’t enjoy sex any more than she enjoyed most of the courtship rituals she was supposed to like.

At most, she’d hoped for romance novel sparks: that weird, sensual alchemy that took a basically ridiculous routine and changed it for simultaneous orgasms. She’d had no idea that it was possible to be used so thoroughly and yet enjoy it, enjoy sex, enjoy her master doing whatever he wanted to do.

Shit, how could she have known she would love sucking cock?

“God, Marta, that feels so fucking good!” Alex grunted. “So fucking good…”

He could tell she wanted him to come in her mouth. He wanted that to. But later. First he wanted to sample that hot pussy she’d clearly gotten from sucking him off. He wanted to feel her moving that lovely ass with his thrusting.

With fistfuls of her hair, he pulled up on her head until she reluctantly let go of his prick.

“Was I doing it wrong?” she pouted, a genuinely sullen pout like she was even younger than teenaged.

“Not at all,” he told her. “It’s just that your mouth’s had enough fun. Now I want to treat your pussy to a good time!”

Marta gasped. The more he demanded of her, the more she got exactly what she wanted. She slid her body up the length of his until her sex rubbed against his swollen erection. Her thighs closed, catching its hardness between them. She rubbed them together on his rigid stiffness. His precum and her own warm saliva smeared on her quivering flesh.

“Oh God, I want it!” she moaned. “I’m so hot! I want it so bad! My pussy—let me have it in my pussy!”

Alex was moving to flip her over when Marta moved first, sliding up his body and pressing a hardened nipple into his mouth. His cock throbbed at the entrance to her soft snatch. She lowered herself down on him. Alex groaned as his swollen manhood delved into her delicious sex.

“Oh shit!” he panted. “That’s good, Marta. Such a nice tight pussy all around me! I could fuck it all night!”

Marta would’ve loved to answer, but all she could do was gasp for breath. She’d never felt anything so deep inside her before. It was like he was about to come out her mouth. She feared to move with him filling so much of her—not knowing what movement was allowed to her when she seemed almost entirely his.

But Alex felt free to move. He pumped his cock inside her hot cunt. Sent a delicious tingle up her spine. Marta thought it would hurt—thought she would be torn in half—but she was so wet he slid right in, right out, and she was getting even wetter.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Good! It’s good!”

She bounced faster, her inner folds convulsing. Marta tried to close them around his burning cock, her walls caressing him, feeling him, swooning with the delirious pulses they felt coming off his endowment. They went even deeper into her than his prick was sheathed.

But Alex still wasn’t getting as deep into her as he wanted, wasn’t going as hard into her as he wanted. He pushed Marta off his body, over her protests. He had to be on top to feel that wet cunt as he wanted to.

“On your back, now,” Alex ordered. “You’re not just here to get fucked. I’m going to fuck you.”

Marta dutifully rolled over, opening up her creamy thighs for him to move between. She gasped then, feeling him return to her dripping pussy, and she closed her thighs around his hips to make sure he couldn’t leave her again.

“That’s it, Bombshell,” Alex growled. “Now I’m going to give it to you. Now I’m going to let you have it!”

Fucking him was so different from masturbation. He had an animal wildness that Marta had only rarely felt on her own, but that suddenly elicited the same kind of savagery from herself. And somehow, despite her knowing how inexperienced he was, he seemed to just… know how to make her hotter.

“You sweet bitch,” he whispered into her ear, his voice paradoxically soft even as he berated her. The same way the pleasure was so good when he rutted her so harshly. “You’ve got such a nice cunt, Marta. A cunt that knows how to take a cock. God, that sweet pussy!”

He really started ramming himself into her snatch. Marta had to do more than just provide her body to him. She moved her hips, bucking upward to meet the thrusts he gave her.

“That’s right, slut,” Alex cooed, his voice growing even sweeter as she got closer to a painfully intense orgasm. It hurt already—hurt sweetly. “Give it to me. You know how to give it to me. And shit, you know how to take it…”

Marta thrust her long, sculpted legs up in the air and wrapped them around Alex’s back. She felt his muscles clench and bulge every time he thrust himself into her. His girthy cock rubbed against her clit, sending shivers out from her loins and to the very tips of her extremities.

“Oh God!” she gasped. “I never knew it could be so good! It’s so good!”

He pistoned into her in short, choppy thrusts, yet filled her cunt each time he slammed into her. She wrapped her arms around his body, pulling his chest down until her breasts were crushed. It felt amazing. Too good for her to withstand even if she were trying to resist the orgasm she knew he was going to get out of her.

“Shit, shit, I’m coming!” she cried. “I’m coming! Oh God, your big cock! Feels so good! Making me come so good! Oh, Alex, Alex!”

She bucked like crazy, demanding all of Alex’s manhood. He felt her squeezing all around his engorged knob and it almost felt tight enough to compel him to pull his member out before it was crushed. But he kept going, kept pushing. He was going so deep that he had to be fucking all the way into her belly.

“You’re no virgin, are you?” he cooed in a whisper. “No, you’re a good little fuck-bitch. You know exactly what that slutty hole is for, don’t you?”

He pumped into her as fast and as hard as he could, liquid fire blazing in his balls, then shooting up his shaft. Her abundant juices seemed to sizzle as he launched his boiling cum into the morass her lust had already made of her womanhood.

“Fuck, baby,” he cried. “I’m going to shoot it in your pussy! Right in your pussy! Do you feel that, you cocksucker whore? You feel my cum in your cunt? This is what you’re meant for, bitch. This is why you have a hole!”

He fed his prick inside of her one last time and so much hot cum came surging out that it was like his previous ejaculations had only been drizzles of precum. Marta felt his cock clench and shoot into her over and over again. He really did want to use her. She really had pleased him.

“Oh Jesus,” Alex sighed, his voice gentle with satiation—no longer the hissed rasp it had been. “Christ, baby, that was amazing.”

She slipped her hand between their bodies and squeezed his balls, helping him to get all his cum out of his system and into her, where it belonged.

“Yes,” Marta moaned. “Better than anything. I never dreamed… oh, you’ll fuck me again, won’t you?”

“Sure I will,” Alex said, booping her on the nose. “As long as you stay at peak efficiency. And take all my cum. Even I’m not at peak efficiency when I haven’t been drained into a good little cum dumpster like you.”

Remotely, Marta thought that usually she’d strangle any little twerp who talked to her like this. That maybe she should even be offended by the notion that she needed a good fucking regularly or her job performance would suffer. That she needed a man to decide when and where she got fucked, as if she didn’t know her own body and its needs.

But so long as Alex made her come like this, she’d be as big a cum dumpster as he wanted. Hell, maybe he was on to something. Usually, she had such a hard time getting to sleep. Now she was drifting right off like a TV picture shrinking down to nothing after the plug was pulled…

Alex observed Marta’s head slumping to the side. That would make disengaging with her easy. He got up, leaving her where she lay, with a spark of arousal at the thought of her awakening however many hours later.

No sheets covering her, naked body on display, splayed cunt showing all the cum he’d pumped into her. She wouldn’t forget what a whore she was again.

On one level, Alex felt a sense of happiness that he’d left his friend so well-satisfied. On another level, he took pride in the knowledge that they’d work together much better now that they’d dealt with their sexual tension. Marta knew now that Spyboy was just a codename; he was her man. And he wasn’t letting her forget it again.