The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(117)

Then he turned me around and said, “Get on your knees.”

He positioned himself behind me, the tip of his cock rubbing against my *.

“I have never done that before,” I told him.

“Well, you are about to.”

“I don’t think I can,” I said.

“You don’t have an option,” he replied. Then he grabbed my waist firmly, almost roughly, so I couldn’t even move as he began to enter me. The pain was excruciating, as his massive cock entered me. I was literally screaming in pain but he didn’t stop. Once he was completely inside me, he stopped moving. He reached for my chest, grabbed my breasts, and gently lowered me to the bed.

“How does that feel,” he asked.

“Hurts like hell,” I wept.

“Wait, it will get better,” he said.

He began moving his waist in a circular motion. A different sensation inside me started, relaxing me. His hands reached for my *, his fingers entering me again. Then he slowly pulled all the way back, almost out of my ass, and then entered me again gently. This was feeling better indeed. After a few gentle strokes, my ass was ready for him.

“Fuck me,” I said, “hard.”

As if waiting for me to say it, he put a hand on my neck and starting f*cking me hard. My head buried in the pillow, his hand on my neck not letting me move, I couldn’t tell him to slow down. He f*cked me harder and harder, pulling all the way out each time, not leaving head of the cock in but all the way out, and with the precision of a surgeon, pushed all the way in. He grabbed a hold of a fistful of my hair in his hand, and pulled them harder as he f*cked me. It hurt like hell but it was so blissfully pleasant at the same time. The pain and the pleasure of losing your virginity to a 10 inch monster cock.

Then he pulled all the way out and got on his back.

“Ride it,” ordered Kurt.

I got on top of his cock, and began lowering myself slowly, as inch by inch his cock was entering my *. As I lowered myself onto the head of his cock, he raised his hips with a swift thrust and pushed his cock all the way in. He grabbed my breasts again and twisted my nipples hard. He pulled me down by my hair and locked lips with me.

His cock f*cked my * as his tongue f*cked my mouth. He wrapped his arms around, holding me in his embrace tightly, our mouths locked as he thrusted faster and faster. I had an orgasm, my moans lost in his mouth. He shot another load inside me. I could feel it, one spurt of cum, second hot load, third load, fourth, and then, finally, a fifth load. He was shooting semen inside me like a fountain.

Then it was my turn to show him what I could do. Our fingers intertwined, his cock still inside me as I sat on top of him, I parted my lips with his and buried my teeth in his neck. A gentle bite, a soft moan of pleasure. Then I got back on top in the sitting position, and pulled his feet to his ass, my back against his thighs. Then I rode him like a rodeo, my gaze locked with his. He freed his hands and grabbed my breasts again, playing with them as I continued to ride him.

I knew I was going to exhaust him today. I rode him like he took me from behind, raising my hips until his cock was out of my hot cunt, then jumping down on it, taking it all the way in. We changed positions a few more times, and then he came inside me again. I wondered how he could shoot so much cum inside me each time, with so much pressure that I felt each load as it spurted out of his cock.

Kurt pulls out and heads to the bathroom. I find myself smiling with satisfaction, glad that I managed to exhaust him. Now he can’t gloat about his massive stamina, although I do admit he has f*cked me more in a few hours then I had been f*cked in a week of my heaviest partying days.

He comes out of the bathroom, his cock fully at erection, and stands at the edge of the bed. I begin to close my eyes, ready to go to sleep, but he pulls my legs, dragging my ass to the corner of the bed, and enters my cunt again. I have never let anyone f*ck me without a condom, and Kurt has never f*cked me with a condom.

I swear, I have so much cum in me that I can fill half a bottle of coke with it. He enters me again as I lie on the bed on my back, and raises my legs to his shoulders, and starts f*cking me again. I am sore through and through but I can’t resist the feeling of completeness, of being whole, that I get when he enters me.

I raise my arms and he lifts me with his cock still inside me, and then we crash back on the bed together, him on top of me. He comes inside me again, and remains on top of me, his weight crushing me, and we continue kissing until we fall asleep.

I wake up before he does. His cock is still inside me, and even when it’s soft, it feels bigger than other cocks when they are hard. I think about Kurt for a while, and I realize I do like him genuinely. He is the first white guy I have ever had sex with, and it has been blissful. But it is not only about the sex either. I like the way he talks, his manners, etc. I find myself wanting to give things a shot with him. Perhaps we will talk when he wakes up.

Kurt is an impressive man, you see, and he is tough. He has completed what are arguably the toughest and the most challenging courses in the world. I never saw myself with a man, but, I now realize, it was only because I had not met anyone like Kurt. And now, having met him, I see myself with a man like Kurt. Or, to be honest, I see myself with Kurt. I know this is the guy I want, and I am going to go for it.

I look at his face as he is sleeping on me, and I run my hand through his hair, pushing them away from his eyes. I wrap my arms around him, and I suddenly feel something change. While Kurt lies asleep on top of me, his hungry cock begins to wake up, and within a few seconds, it is as hard as ever. I am not sure whether Kurt is awake or not, but I definitely enjoy as he thrusts and pushes into me slowly…