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Peter Parker: King of Wakanda update
🕑 Added 2019-02-18 04:55:13 +0000 UTCNikki Adams stretched out on her soft bed, cupping her breasts in her hands and unable to remember the last time Everett Ross had done the same. Her hands traveled down her soft, flat belly until she felt the glossy hair covering her womanhood. She extended a finger through it and brushed its tip lightly up and down her labia. Her sex almost hurt, it throbbed so hard in desire, demanding relief from the tensions that tightened her pussy and hammered at her clit. She licked her fingers, wet from her pussy. It tasted so good, she didn’t know why Everett didn’t like it.
But then, it wasn’t like he let her taste his cock either. It had been months since she had gone down on him. Everett seemed to have developed an antipathy to the very idea, to anything except sex in the bedroom, in the dark, her lying passively on her back until he blew his load inside her. Then sleep, for him at least. How could she sleep when her cunt was so unsatisfied?
She used her fingers to spread the lips of her pussy, then gently stroked herself. Nikki toyed with her clit, the bud emerging from its hood as if it too were starving to be touched. She only had to brush her fingers against it and a jarring shock blasted her womanhood. She continued massaging herself, trying to modulate the powerfully blazing sensation, even as she enjoyed it. She wished there was some way she could mouth her own pussy, draw her clitoris sweetly between her lips and caress it softly with her tongue—she just knew she could lick herself the exact right way, until her pussy exploded like a star going nova, letting out all the terrible pressures held inside her flesh, the ones she could no longer count on Everett to help free.
Now Nikki eased a finger inside herself, circling it around the tightened opening, her whole body tingling with desire to be touched as well. Two fingers followed the one she already had inside her cunt, and she had to hold herself back from stroking herself as rapidly as she wanted to. Her sex throbbed with need—delving into its depths felt like she was holding her hand closer and closer to a candle flame. Still, she fingered herself until, before she knew it, her hand was covered with her own warm juices.
Her thumb rolled over her clit and it felt almost alive, the way its engorged stiffness was twitching with delight. She could sense the fires raging out of control inside of her, forcing her to practically hump her own hand as her fingers thrust deep inside her cunt. It was good, it was so good, but it still wasn’t a cock. That was what she wanted. And not to just shove inside her a few times and pump cum into her, but one that would fill her, stretch her, satisfy her. Even fucking her would be enough. Everett didn’t fuck her, he didn’t even have sex with her. He had sex with her pussy. But a real man… with a real cock…
Her hand moved faster, rubbing her pussy into clenching tension, her inner walls so bent on pleasure that they were burning up. She plunged her fingers even faster into her sex, the pistoning motion driving her creamy juices out over her hand. A real man, Nikki thought, wouldn’t let all that sweetness go to waste—not unless his mouth had better things to do. She licked her lips. She wanted to be kissed as she was fucked… and if those lips tasted of her wet cunt, so much the better.
Her plump ass bounced up and down on the bed as she fucked her own pussy, and all she could think of was a big, strong hand squeezing it, spanking it, doing anything with it. You could bounce a quarter off of her ass! Why the hell was it going untouched?
Her cunt readied itself for the final explosion, tightening and tightening until she almost couldn’t fit her fingers into it, then she burst, her body bucking and leaping to get out all the energy—she thought of powerful arms holding her down, keeping her in place as a man just fucked her right through her orgasm, made her come and come and come as her creamy nectar splashed against his groin. Her cunt squeezed her hand—she needed more, so much more inside her pussy, touching her, she felt like she could squeeze her whole arm up there and it wouldn’t be enough!
Then Nikki stretched out on the bed, curling her toes, not exactly relaxed, but at least without the pressing, needful urgency her flesh had been filled with before. That lust was great when it could be answered, but all she had was her hand to bring herself off.
She was a good girlfriend, right? Any man would want to make love to a sweet, beautiful woman like her. It wasn’t like she was a prude—she had just proven that. Nikki tried to imagine all the things she would do with Everett, if he would only give her the chance. She’d suck him off until he blew his load right down her throat—guys loved that. And she wouldn’t immediately spit it out as though she were disgusted by the taste either. She honestly loved how it tasted, and how it felt inside her mouth. She would keep him between her lips as she sucked him clean and bathed his dripping prick with her tongue.
And if he would do the same—before, after, or during—so much the better. Nikki felt a shiver pass through her as she thought about a set of lips against her pussy, tongue going inside her, tasting her, stoking the flames that would become an inferno when he replaced that warm tongue with his prick.
Nikki even dreamed of being rolled over, nimble fingers opening up her buttocks, letting in his fiery cock to ream her out until her bowels were filled with steaming hot cum.
It would all be so wonderful, she thought, and probably better still if it were someone other than Everett, if he had to face what he was missing out on, knowing someone else was fucking her and satisfying her and getting her to do everything he wanted. But she was in Wakanda, the ‘woman’ of America’s honored ambassador and T’Challa’s close personal friend. No self-respecting man here would dare touch her. It’d be like eating from the Tree of Knowledge. So until she was assigned somewhere else by the State Department, it was Everett or nothing at all.
Hell, the moment she flew out of here, she would probably proposition the flight attendant. And whatever he wanted to try, he would find her a most willing subject.
Comments
Shendude
On the one hand, hot. On the other hand, sad.
wow, I forgot about this story
