My Promiscuous Amsterdam

An eBook By Lizbeth Dusseau.

My feeling of relief and comfort was quickly supplanted by bewilderment, as Jackson turned me around and pushed me into the window where once again I looked down on the street below. He wasted no time removing my clothes, lifting my sweater over my head and throwing it to the bed. Undoing the clasp of my skirt, he yanked it to the floor. Then, he lifted each foot to dislodge the ball of fabric and toss it away. My body burst with excitement as he unhooked my bra and let the two orbs spill free.

I was nearly naked now, quivering in anticipation. Only my panties remained

Reaching around me, Jackson fingered my nipples until they became hardened knots, and a shot of sexual fire careened through my body at the pinching. I gasped deeply to avoid making any sound of protest. The harder his fingers squeezed, the more my cunt tightened in reply

"Oh, my!" I dropped back against his chest when the pinching stopped, while Jackson’s hands moved downward, across my undulating belly and under the band at the top of my silky panties. As his finger slicked its way between my pubic lips, I mewed softly. I wanted to turn around, come after him, attack the flesh denied to me. But then, the hand along my bare flesh suddenly grabbed at the frail cloth, yanking hard with a closed fist and tearing away the slip of material. The far edge cut into the skin at my hip and wouldn’t rip free, but this small impediment did not dissuade him. His free hand retrieved a pocketknife from his pants and cut where the elastic held.

The window before me now reflected back my naked writhing body. Every small act upon my heated skin increased the physical response ten-fold. Spasm after spasm racked my belly, while Jackson’s fingers plucked my clit like a stringed instrument until the little bud was no longer little anymore, but hot, raw, swelling and about to burst with climax.

He held me closely at the edge for several minutes of torturous pleasuring.

"Oh, good god, yes, sir... oh, please...I can’t stand it anymore!"

"But you will," he assured me.

He backed off and my arousal retreated, but only enough to allow him to start in again with this thrumming fingers bringing me to another erotic peak.

I screamed, ‘Yes, yes yes!’ over and over in a cadence of exultation I could not stop. My body shook inside his arms, writhing from side to side. He held me tight, pinched my nipples cruelly, and began slapping my ass with one hand while fiddling with my clit with his other.

At last, the fire in me crested, broke over the top, and I came inside his encircling arms. His strength, his muscles closed in around me. His body held me down, held me safe, absorbing the power of my cumming body as it thrashed in the containment, exploding with pure joy. I slumped, satiated, afterwards.

"Arms on the window frame," Jackson said, before I had the chance to recover my breath. He pushed me forward and my hands reached out to brace my body for the assault I knew would follow. At first, his hand slid along the crevice of my ass, downward to my wet cunt. Swathed in sexual juices, his fingers smeared the liquid around my anus, until it was lubed enough for two fingers to ram their way inside the tight opening. Suddenly, his erection was magically freed from his pants and he stuffed it into my spasming pussy. He widened me further than my husband, further than any of the three men who’d penetrated me there, but not so I was hurt. The fullness overpowered me, bringing back a revival of the climax that had just washed through my body. I spasmed again and again... and more than that. His fingers in my back entrance probed deeply with almost violent force...

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