Unmasked by Natasha Walker

she was trembling. She was tired but alert. Her whole body was alive to every sensation. It wasn’t the most erotic moment of her life but it was one of the strangest. Thesun had risen and sunlight streamed through the cracks in the curtains, making the scene feel even more peculiar.
    She turned back to Marco to ask him again just as he was adjusting his jeans to make room for his hard-on. She changed her mind again.
    She motioned for the American to come forward. At this point she was overcome by excitement. Her hands shook as she raised them to his boxer shorts. His cock was held against him by the fabric and she trailed her fingertips along its length.
    ‘You’ve got a fucking huge cock,’ she said, looking up at him.
    His nerves had taken over and he wasn’t able to speak.
    Emma turned to Marco again. ‘I don’t want you to watch. I want you to fuck me too. Will you do that? Can I have both of you?’
    Marco raised his hand and tugged at the towel. It fell from her breasts, landing in her lap. He stood up and led her to the bed. The towel fell to the floor. He pushed her onto the bed on her back and then knelt between her legs and buried his face there.
    ‘God, you’re beautiful,’ mumbled the American.

    Emma glanced across at him. ‘Kiss me here,’ she said, touching her breasts. The American knelt on the bed and, leaning over, kissed her nipple softly.
    ‘This is such a fucking porn film,’ she said, reaching under him and taking his clothed cock in her hand. ‘What are you going to do to me?’
    ‘Everything. Every fucking thing,’ he said, lifting his mouth from her nipple.
    Marco had found his rhythm and Emma was forced to close her eyes and her mind. She lay back with two mouths and four hands caressing her. The American was eager to please and conscientious. He was taking his time, and the swirling of his tongue and the gentle pressure was deliriously good. Moving from one breast to the other, he never lost her.
    Marco had come to know what Emma liked and now increased the rhythm. He could feel her stress and release; he could sense she was highly aroused. If she became too aroused she wouldn’t be able to come. He needed to avoid that. He wanted her to come. And as soon as she did he was going to fuck her harder than he had ever fucked her before. She deserved it.
    Emma’s eyes were closed but her hand still held the enormous cock. She started to pull it towardsher and the American had to stop what he was doing and obey. She brought it to her mouth and nibbled it through the cotton of his boxers. It was jumping about. She wanted to come with that thing in her mouth. The American lowered his boxers and freed it. Marco lifted his head from her to see what was going on and she gripped his hair and forced him back down.
    ‘Holy fuck, it’s big,’ she said, clasping it with her other hand. She lifted it and started to kiss the underside. But as soon as she did she realised it was too late. She was coming. She was coming. She grabbed it and stuffed it in her mouth and sucked on it hard. Soon she was bucking her hips and squeezing Marco’s head between her thighs. It was a massive orgasm. A huge tidal wave. The thick cock filled her mouth and began to shoot load after load of come down her throat. The American groaned loudly. Emma swallowed the best she could as her body shuddered and tensed. The cock left her mouth and come dribbled on her chin. She let out a belated moan and her body turned to jelly.
    Marco lifted his face from her and, grinning like the devil, turned her over in one rough movement. He lifted her onto her knees while undoinghis belt and jeans, pulled out his cock and rammed it into her. Emma jolted and gasped. Without pause Marco fucked her hard. And Emma came again. No one but she noticed. It just hit her like a truck and left her in a place outside life. The land of fuck, where all she was and all she wanted or needed was what Marco was providing.
    Marco couldn’t come though.