Rules Banned - Lost Girl and a Fallen Angel!

He had called me, and what he wanted I also wanted.
At midnight, after the wishing ritual I dressed myself in front of a mirror.
A dress, a tunic - it didn't matter. I wore a thin cloth diaphragm that sensuously enveloped my skin and sensitive naked body.
I was going to visit him in a dream... wasn't that what he asked for?
I'd do it. It was just one night...
After that, it would be up to him what he did...
I walked into his room in the cold morning.
I was so anxious, that I didn't even notice what it looked like or stopped being your room.
Since I started thinking about him, a lot of the things that I write are for him.
They say men can't feel the cold, is that true?
All of them?
He was lying there, slightly snoring.
Only a sheet thrown at his waist, but the arms, chest ,nose.
His countenance caught my eye, without masks only his face... serene and vulnerable and passionate.
I stood beside his bed, watching him and delighting my eyes already filled with tenderness, affection and something else that I would not know how to define or was afraid of discovering.
Yes, fear. Not all people know the reason for living their destiny.
I was a fallen angel, an angel in the form of a woman-girl, one whose feelings violated the rules imposed on us angels.
We weren't allowed to fall in love, have feelings, feel desires and until then I hadn't broken that rule.
But I'd broken a rule by being carried away, wanting things that as an angel you couldn't and so lost my wings.
I was so engrossed in my thoughts, that I didn't notice him waking up and staring at me.
A smile drew her mouth.
- Are you a dream?
- You called me... and here I am.
Did I call you?
- You didn't call?
- You are beautiful...
- It's your eyes... I came to grant you a wish.
And he sat down, and put the bedspread by his waist, and laid [his] pillows on the head of the bed, and leaned upon it.
He stared at me like he was waiting for me to make the first move.
But I had to ask, so there'd be no mistake.
- Did you call me or not?
- I called her...
- Well, then...
- Then I'd like to ask.
- You ask him.
- Can I talk to you any way I want, even if my words intimidate you?
- The wish is yours... You can say and do whatever you want.
- What do you want?
- What I want, it's not my question here...you called me...so tell me what you would like to do?
Without saying anything, he got out of bed and pushed the sheet aside.
Naked, gloriously naked.
And so it came towards me.
"Wow, he was tall and I felt small next to him".
He approached and with his hands slowly raised the thin transparent cloth that covered my body. And in a bold gesture, he undressed me and put one of his knees between my legs, looking at me intently as if not believing I was real.
-I'm not the kind of man who talks his way around, I tell you what will happen if he stays here to fulfill my wishes. I want him to get down on one knee and suck me dick. I wanna fuck that little well-made mouth of yours until it ends up enjoying itself between those lovely lips. Then I'll screw you. Then I'm going to put you upside down, separate those sweet buttocks and shove my dick into your narrow asshole... spend the early hours of the morning finishing off you until you are incapable of remembering any man that you have ever slept with before.
I swallowed saliva, and parted my lips to suck up large chunks of air, dazed by the images that his words had created. No man ever spoke like this before; he'd spoken without hesitation all the wicked things he intended to do.
If you don't want to move on, now is the time to say why if you stay I will not ask for anything at all.
Oh my God! He knew. Somehow he knew what I yearned for, which I hadn't gotten in all those years. None of these men found out the kind of woman that I was and the needs that I had. But he did. He was offering me something that I always wanted and feared: Something I desired more than anything else, something I dreaded most - to submit myself completely to a man; to feel something intense, something really worthwhile because I lost my wings.
My body on fire, my nipples contracting and the moisture of my sex soaking up my thighs. My clitoris was swollen and throbbing non-stop. I couldn't imagine he being about to give me an orgasm without even touching me. Without ever rubbing it against me. The opportunity to really throw off my inhibitions and leave control into a man's hands.
What harm could it do to indulge his fantasies and experience what would surely be the best sex of his life? It was very possible that this might have been his only chance at fabulous sex. That wouldn't hurt as long as he kept control, so long as I knew that once we were done with him, I'd walk away from his life. As long as my heart wasn't in play, I could walk away with a smile on my face -- an enormous grin!
- If you want to fulfill your wish, take it...
Leaning towards my mouth, feeling the touch of his lips on mine was like a trail of gunpowder.
Uncontrollable flames made me burn, and I felt that the same thing was happening to him.
My breasts tight against your body.
He moved his lips upon mine, melted his fingers in the softness of my hair, devoured my mouth and tongue as if it were nectar from the gods.
He broke off the kiss and walked away from me, I opened my eyes and stared at him with a frown.
"What's the matter, you don't like me?"
- On your knees.
- What do you mean?
- You heard me. <unk> Your penis erect between your thighs.
- You got to be kidding me.
- You said I could say and do whatever I wanted, so either you follow my lead or I'm gonna make you do it.
I trembled at his threat and soon took a deep breath as he stroked my butt with gentle movements until the hand slipped between my legs, so close to the clitoris
- Her vagina is soaked. <unk> She put her hand around me and rubbed my clitoris.
I couldn't help myself.
Shamelessly, I moved and waved against his hand trying to get my clitoris closer to the palm of her hand.
- You'll laugh when I decide.
Placing me on my knees in front of him, he stroked his stick next to my face.
When I felt him, I couldn't help but lick my lips and contract my nipples at the smell of his musky scent.
- Suck it up.
And without waiting, he soaked my lips with the liquid from the tip.
I wanted to suck him dry, reach out my hands and hold his limb between them.
I opened my mouth, restraining myself carefully, and licked the head of the stick; tossed my head backward to see his face and savor the absent look in his eyes as I slowly but gently licked its soft tip. My belly trembled at tasting it. It was salty and wild. His breath became quickened and panting when I surrounded him with my tongue, closed my lips around him and introduced his limb into the warmth of my mouth.
He whispered, "That's a very good angel.
He threw his head forward, fingers entangled in my hair as I sucked on the swollen tip and felt its warmth slip between my lips.
Its taste and its smell were so sweet that they urged me to throw off my inhibitions and surrender myself completely.
My body craved him, needed him more than it could admit.
His muscles contracted, his hip movements increased back and forth as he slid the stick over my tongue.
That mouth, those sweet full lips and that burning tongue were made to eat me.
My vagina was wet and throbbing from the urgent need for him to put his hand, tongue or limb in it. I couldn't resist touching him; so I grabbed at the base of his dick and began caressing while sucking on it, wishing all he had to give, wanting everything.
I squeezed his limb and sucked the tip, removing with my tongue whatever fluid was leaking out of it. Then I used my other hand to gently feel his testicles.
I figured he'd found his weak spot when his dick shook and filled my mouth.
"Fuck you, angel!" he groaned pulling my hair and moving forward to insert more of his stick into my mouth.
I absorbed him completely, he fucked my mouth with movements so erotic that they made my clitoris cry for attention. I wanted his hips to collide against my vagina and penetrate it in the same way as I was doing with my mouth. I let my lips continue working on her dick while I put my hands between my legs to alleviate the unbearable emptiness and wishing to enjoy at the same time as him. I sought out my Clitoris knowing that next he should be launching a discharge of semen. I increased the movements over my clitoris, gasping with desire, moaning against his dick as he sucked it, moving my mouth rapidly, pressing on her testicle with one hand and stroking my cletus with the other.
It was almost...almost....
Enjoy in my mouth, enjoy let's go and we will arrive together
I gasped in amazement as he pulled the limb from my mouth and took my hand out of his vagina, setting me on my feet with a gloomy, contrite expression, breathing heavily.
We were both on the verge of an incredible orgasm!"
You'll laugh when I tell you, and it won't be by your own hand, angel.
I tried to pull my arm away, but he grabbed me tightly by the wrist.
- You're hurting my...
- You are a liar.
- Let go of me.
- You said you came to fulfill my wish... and that's what you will do, in my own way.
He took my hands and dragged me to the head of a huge bed.
He laid me on the bed, tied my hands gently with a pair of handcuffs that I didn't know where he had put.
And you have to see what I'm gonna do.
- Hmm those sexy little feet with the dark pink painted nails I bet you'd like to suck your fingers too, wouldn't ya?
I didn't answer, and followed his every move like a cautious victim before the predator.
He moved slowly across the bed and sat almost mounted on my chest, caressing his stick non-stop, wanting me to look at him and know that he could do whatever he wanted with himself or me.
And I could only look.
He smoothed out the tense limb, moved his hand back and forth as he touched their testicles. A groan escaped from her lips.
Your mouth on my dick was sweet and warm, Angel.
My lips opened with a sigh as I watched the movements of his hands.
Do you want to wet me while I caress myself?
I couldn't deny it, the desire was so intense that it hurt. I swallowed saliva and nodded but didn't utter a single word. He put one hand on the wall above my bed, leaned towards me and slid only his tip between my lips. And then he entered deeply giving me every inch of his limb. I accepted everything.
Seeing your member disappear between my lips was yet another rule violation.
You've tasted me, now I have to taste it.
He affectionately kissed my forehead, eyelids, the tip of my nose and chin. Then he fumbled over my mouth, sucking in my air and observing how misty my expression was with pleasure.
He said, his lips so close to mine that they almost touched.
"Kiss me", I whispered at last.
He obeyed, captured my mouth and took possession of it. Demanding, then he passed his lips over mine, nibbled on my lower lip and separated to introduce his warm delicious tongue.
I, hot and provocative, wrapped my tongue around his sucking it until the tender kiss became something more passionate and needy in an urgency that engulfed us.
I held my breath, my body tense as he licked my neck.
Are you cold?
On the contrary, he had given me a burning fever in my body. I was not cold but frightened because it pleased him so much.
Leaning towards my neck, he laid soft kisses on my throat with such tenderness and sweetness that tears filled my eyes. And he fed my need by moving from my neck to my breasts, taking them in his hands. I groaned as I felt his tongue from one nipple to the other.
I wanted so badly to have his mouth there that my nipples were aching. I tried begging, but didn't do it; I refused to say out loud what I needed. I leaned against him and the impact of his mouth chewed me up as he held one of his nips between his teeth. The feeling was incredible.
God almighty, what was he doing? All the sensations that it caused were going straight to my clitoris. I felt consumed as if he knew every inch of me.
He was devouring me, and I wanted more. And he gave it to me by going over the other breast licking it, nibbling on it holding it between his tongue and palate as if trying to swallow it down through my ribs inserting its tongue into my belly button
He raised his face towards mine, and his face was lit up by the moonlight that permeated the room. His hand slid across my belly and I felt muscles tense in response; he was so close to my penis that my clitoris trembled, all of my muscles tensed with anticipation.
At that moment I was not a dream, an angel or an apparition.
I was just going to enjoy the moment, engraving in my memory every precious second of her hands caressing my hips and tongue as it seduced my body and forced each nerve end into awareness of what was burning.
Before he came down between my legs, he licked the inside of my thighs and laid soft kisses on them. I would have died if he hadn't put his tongue in my clitoris, suckled me, licked it and inserted his fingers. In that instant, I was melting onto the sheets sinfully wet, anxious and ready for him.
- Lick me, suck my clit... fuck with your fingers.
I wanted him so badly that I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to let go of myself in order: to be able to twist, hold my head between his hands and feel his lips on mine, grasp his stick and force him into me. I raised my hips arching against his mouth.
- Calm down, angel...sssssss...calm down. He said licking the inside of my thigh I know what you want
I can't take it anymore. Nights and nights longing for you, loving you thinking of you...
- Please.
- Your wishes are my orders, angel...
The first contact of his tongue with my sex was like a burst of warmth, as if he'd placed it on a damp oven. As he moved the tongue up and then down again, I let out a long groan. And no longer cared for anything else. Inhibitions flew out the window while opening my legs wide enough to facilitate access to my vagina.
- Suck me. <unk> I begged <unk>ahhhhhh....eat me...devour me...finish my fire...
I arched myself against his mouth, thrusting my sex into his face, driving at full speed to a climax that neither could nor would contain.
But then all of a sudden, he pulled away from my clitoris and slowed down so I quickly lifted my head up off the pillow looked at him with an open mouth and caught him looking at me smiling on his face.
- Oh, my God! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....aaaaaaaah you son of a bitch...aaahh this is how I die.....
"Angel, you look like melted butter", he said.
- Do that.
He directed a naughty smile.
I need to fuck her, but first I want you to make fun of me... soak up your orgasm and feel how it squeezes my fingers.
I choked on the feeling of his mouth over my clitoris, sucking him off as he pulled fingers in and out of my vagina.
I held myself back as long as I could, gasping for breath and then allowing the orgasm to flow through me. He licked my clitoris when I made fun of him, keeping his fingers immobile while I arched against it, trapped in the most intense orgasm that I'd ever experienced. My screams came out from my throat, my whole body convulsed as I fought off the handcuffs, the moisture of orgasm poured into a hot stream towards my anus while I enjoyed what seemed like an endless waterfall.
The tiny discharges rattled my body until they finally subsided enough to allow me to collapse on the mattress, satiated and exhausted but absolutely happy. I was drained and full of energy at the same time as my vagina contracted in small spasms around his fingers.
"Try it", he said, bringing his fingers to my mouth.
I'd never done anything like that before, but when he put his fingers against my lips and let it slip inside of my mouth and tasted my own taste... salty sweet as honey.
Tasting my own taste from a man's lips was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, and not at all unpleasant.
His tongue invaded me, sliding against mine I struggled with the handcuffs wishing to reach out and grab him
I bent over him, thrusting my tongue against his and giving all the necessary signals and demands but he continued to slowly and deliberately storm into my mouth holding my head in his hands and stroking my hair as he kissed me.
When he finally stopped kissing and looked at me, I held my breath for a few seconds not believing what my eyes saw, the intensity of his eyes. They reflected hunger and raw desire. For me? Impossible! No man had ever stared at me like that. Despite trying to turn my head around, he held it firmly in his hands.
Look at me, see how much I want you.
His stick lifted between my legs, tormenting my sensitized flesh.
"Stop", I whispered.
- You want me to stop it?
- Looking at me like that.
He raised an eyebrow
- What do you mean?
I hated being tied up like that and besides feeling helpless, not able to get away.
- You know perfectly well.
- No, you didn't.
- My wrists hurt.
He examined my wrists lightly.
- They're not red.
- I have cramps.
"It's wet", he said, separating with his hardened member the lips of my sex and rubbing them in a way that caused me to feel like I was on fire.
- Of course I'm having fun.
He moved against my sketch again.
- You're wet... because you like it and want me...
He laughed and tilted his head towards my breasts, tickling me on the neck with his hair. I took a deep breath inhaling its scent trying not to sigh for pleasure. It drove me crazy. And when he came back down through my body I couldn't stand it and groaned.
- What are you doing?
"Preparing her". He muttered between kisses.
- I'm ready now.
- Not enough.
-Oh, my God! Ahhhh ...fuck me... penetrate my body... I want to feel you .. !
At this moment, I want to make sure that neither you nor me are dreaming or it's all a figment of our imagination...
His mouth covered my penis and his tongue licked my clitoris with relentless thrusts, driving me to the edge of madness by drawing circles around mine until I found myself hanging right on the precipice of an orgasm.
I raised my head and watched as he slid perversely over my body, holding his arms tightly to the entrance of my throbbing vagina.
- Ask him, he said.
- What's that?
- You ask him.
I clenched my fists, determined not to ask him to penetrate me, closed my lips tightly and held them there while he moved the tip of his dick against my clitoris.
He was the one who hadn't mocked, whereas I had done it twice.
He rose over me, brushing against my clitoris and tearing it to shreds before turning away and provoking me again with his velvety tip.
Balancing on his arms, he tilted his head and took a nipple between his teeth and pulled it sharply. The pain was delightful but went away in an instant as he moistened the nipples with his tongue -- hot, wet and extremely seductive; when he did the same thing to my other breast I raised my hips unable to control my body's reaction.
"That wasn't fair".
- Ask him. <unk> he repeated
And I did it, full of frustration with my body moving against his and doing everything possible so that he couldn't resist. In return, he bit back at the nipple by pulling on him with his teeth. My clitoris trembled pouring out my warm moisture. His member moved against the lips of my kiss spreading my fluids.
- You ask him.
Your body is on fire, your head's full of what could have been but never was.
He bowed his head and pulled my nipple. I let out a grunt at the burning sensation; he left behind a trail of fire, moving his tongue from one nipper to another until I arched helplessly toward his mouth. He moved to capture my lips in an intense long kiss that took my breath away.
Give yourself to me, and I promise you won't regret it.
He rose above me, sliding his tip between the moist lips of my sex. I gasped for air and could not bear that torture a second longer. Looked at him furious, angry with him in that moment but needing it more than ever needed a man and murmuring those words which had sworn never to say...
- Penetrating me, the ghost.
Now he'd know it was him all along!
He pushed between my cozy lips, burying his dick deep and allowing a groan of satisfaction to escape as he did so.
He wrapped his hand around my body, sliding it underneath my buttocks to tilt my pelvis upward and hold me tighter against him as I pressed my breasts down on her torso.
I couldn't move my arms or legs, could only shake and sigh and groan beneath him as he rose up and invested his member against me.
- ahhhhhhhhhhh..... <unk> I gasped, lifting my hips, the only part of my body that could move freely except for my head.
He stuck his fingers in my buttocks, pushing them up again as he charged harder and I sobbed and gasped at each blow.
"Do you want to joke, my angel?" he asked, retreating and throwing himself forward again.
I nodded and let it fall back on my head, lips apart... as if all of my fantasies had come to life.
- Please, please...
- Have fun with me, my angel...
I stood still, stretched myself out and then screamed my vagina contracted around his cock dragging him directly into the convulsions of an orgasm that started in his toes and exploded at his testicles he got up and threw his head backwards emptying itself on me with a shudder and groan while i writhed against it with wild abandon.
Oh yes, he would see me mocking... the blush that stretched across my skin.
He withdrew, took off the handcuffs and then pulled me against his chest allowing my own heart to regain its rhythm. My breath to relax as I enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped in his arms.
Sweaty, exhausted bodies gasping for breath but full!
Ayesk@
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