Unmasked by Natasha Walker Page A

The American was kneeling by the side of the bed with his head resting on the mattress, watching as Marco fucked the life out of Emma. And Marco didn’t find it a turn on. He could go all night under that gaze. Emma was getting louder and louder with each thrust. The American stood up and Marco saw that he was hard again. He moved towards Marco.
    ‘Let me fuck her,’ he said.
    Marco had no idea what to do.
    ‘What you want, Emma?’
    ‘Everything,’ she moaned.
    ‘You want he fuck you?’
    ‘Yes!’
    Marco withdrew.
    ‘Bring your cock here, Marco,’ demanded Emma. But then she felt the American pushing slowly into her. ‘Oh, fuck!’

    Marco stood and watched. He was right next to the American and saw the massive cock move slowly into her. The noises Emma was making sounded more like pain than pleasure. She seemed to be having difficulty accepting what the American had to offer.
    ‘It’s too big. Take it out!’
    ‘It’s all in now. Are you sure?’ asked the American. This wasn’t new to him.
    ‘Be careful.’
    ‘I always am, ma’am.’
    Emma closed her eyes again and buried her face in the bedcover. Her hand was on his thigh just in case he started to fuck her too hard. Marco was forgotten. All was centred on that cock. It was opening her up. He withdrew slowly. She was very wet. He pulled out all the way then rubbed the tip along her lips. Then he slowly pushed back in. It felt bigger. He kept moving very slowly. It filled her and then began to withdraw. It was a unique sensation. No fist or dildo could match it. It was both soft and hard. Painful and pleasurable. His rhythm picked up slightly. He was sliding in and out of her now. She was relaxing. It was huge. Huge. And he was gentle with it. He knew how to go. The longer he fucked her the more shewanted it. She was now hoping he might forget her altogether. He had eased her into it and now she wanted to be fucked. She bit the bedcover and took each considered thrust, which forced her to moan into the mattress. This was something different. She was going to come. It had presented itself early. It was waiting.
    The American took the flesh of her hips into his hands and increased the rhythm of his thrusts. He was thudding into her arse cheeks now. His cock was burying itself deep within her. Emma’s moans were becoming deeper, longer, more drawn out.
    ‘Do you want it now?’ he asked. ‘Do you want me to fuck you hard?’
    ‘Fuck, yes!’ she screamed.
    And the American paused and took hold of her, placing his hands under her, gripping her hip bones, and lifting her. He thrust deep into her and began a furious rhythm. The grip allowed him to ram himself against her arse. He thrust again and again. The clash of flesh slapped loudly. Harder and harder. Emma was no longer moaning but screaming. Ahhh! Quiet. Ahhh! Quiet. Ahhh! Quiet. She would be heard all through the building. Throughout the town. The American fucked her again and again. His cock was so big, so thick.And then Emma went deathly quiet, something was coming at her and she felt herself lose her strength, she thought she might faint. And then it was there and an orgasm came up from within her that was short and brutal, exhilarating but over. In a flash of light she was done.
    The American kept fucking her though. She had lost the use of her limbs but he held her and kept fucking her at a furious rate. Then the true orgasm hit. It was warm and deep and crashed over her like many had before. She was weeping when it ended. Crying. Convulsing. And the American withdrew fearing he had done something wrong. But Emma couldn’t explain yet. She couldn’t move. She wept into the bedcover, her whole body awash with pleasures a poor male could never even imagine.
    Marco had seen this before and now picked up what was left of Emma and fucked her. She began to laugh. And he fucked her harder.
    ‘Never stop. Never stop,’ she said. ‘Do it to me all day, all night. Pass me between you both. Do me how