Raging on the Unknown

He thrusts his still rigid mass, slimy and glued with sperm, into my blazing strait that eagerly accepts him. I adjust the rhythm of my movements to his violent penetrations. I scream. I shout. I yell, moan, sob. He is strong. I enjoy his grand size. I grip the sheets beneath me tightly as he persistently penetrates my lustful depth. I had the impression that someone had shoved a glowing piece of iron into my pussy, tearing apart my insides. I am burning. I am hot. I feel good. I am going to explode. I am climaxing.

When it comes to sex, I have always been wildly excited by one fantasy. Whenever I would lie down in bed at night and take off my panties and bra, and start rubbing my wet and hot arousal with my fingers, I would regularly imagine that fantasy coming true. Imagining that scene would excite me tremendously, and I would climax very quickly, experiencing that daydream in my thoughts...

I lie completely naked in my bed. I am aroused. Hot. Hungry for sex, craving debauchery that will quench my thirst and desire for passionate, prolonged lovemaking. I rub my large, luxurious breasts. I pinch my hardened, wide, and firm nipples, which scream for kisses and male caresses. I slide my fingers into my wet, lustful crotch. Into the aroused, tight little pussy that cries out for hardened manhood to extinguish its frenzied heat.

I long for something new, for something untried in sex. I crave something that goes beyond mere spreading and raising of legs, which is what I usually practice in my modest sexual life.
A strange man enters the room. He is naked. Tall. Strong and muscular. Confident. I want to protest. To ask him what he wants and is doing in my room uninvited and naked, but I remain silent.

I am captivated by the bulge protruding from his groin. He approaches my bed. Fear begins to grip me. I become aware that I enjoy this fear. It excites me. It ignites my crotch, which trembles with burning anticipation. He gets into my bed, still silent. He is big. Huge. Over twenty centimeters of hardened flesh. And thick too.
He brings it to my face. I feel its hardness pressed against my cheek. My pussy moistens. Sweet nectar begins to flow from it.
- Take it in your mouth, bitch! - for the first time, the mysterious stranger in my room speaks. - I want you to suck it!
I obediently swallow his powerful device. His shaft fills my mouth. I swallow almost all of it. My mouth is full of his size, and I greedily work it with my lips. I pull it out, then back in, then out again... It seems to me that I am endlessly repeating this process until a flood of sperm spills down my throat.
- And now, lick the sperm, bitch! Swallow it!

I want to say something, but my mouth full of sperm completely prevents me. I suck his juices greedily, ravenously, and finally, catching my breath, I manage to speak:
- Fuck me! Bang me! Impale me on your cock! Screw me, tear my pussy apart!
Ecstasy grips me. A frantic desire for that big piece in my hollow.
- Screw me!!! - I scream, begging him, pleading.

But he does it without my request. He thrusts his still rigid mass, slimy and glued with sperm, into my blazing strait that eagerly accepts him. I adjust the rhythm of my movements to his violent penetrations. I scream. I shout. I yell, moan, sob. He is strong. I enjoy his grand size. I grip the sheets beneath me tightly as he persistently penetrates my lustful depth. I had the impression that someone had shoved a glowing piece of iron into my pussy, tearing apart my insides. I am burning. I am hot. I feel good. I am going to explode. I am climaxing.
- I am climaxing!!! I am climaxing! Climax... Cl... - I lose my voice, sinking into some haze.

I wonder if I have reached nirvana or if I have fainted. But soon I realize that I have only experienced an extraordinary pleasure, a pleasure that culminated in a generous release of his sperm over my breasts.

We lie wordlessly, naked, crushed and exhausted from the tumultuous, wild lovemaking. He gently caresses my breasts, then lowers his hand down to the pubic foliage in my triangle. He runs his fingers through my wet, sticky hair.

I want to tell him that I am all his. That I offer him my body, my lascivious openings. My pussy, mouth, my ass. I want to tell him that I will completely submit to him however he wants, in every way. But I remain silent; I know that he knows that I belong to him.
- And now, bitch, I will fuck you in the ass - he spoke after a long silence, as if he had read my thoughts.

And another surrender begins where, completely submissive, I give myself and offer my body into his hands.
He begins to screw me in a way that fulfills all his desires, in which he fulfills and realizes all my most hidden erotic dreams and fantasies. A screw that lasts long and long... until the first rays of morning light fall on my bed. On my yielding nakedness. On my nudity that I have gifted to him. On the endless, truly bestial pleasure that I have given to myself.