Bare (Part I)

It was a Wednesday afternoon. I came home after a hard day of work. Martha was out talking a stroll,  as she usually did. We were together for a couple of years already, but both of us were just as passionate as ever. We had sex every day, but sometimes that’s not enough for me and these evenings alone were the perfect opportunity to rememoir those videos that we liked to take while we were having sex.

It was six o’clock in the afternoon. I sat on our bed and picked up the phone looking for the best on our catalogue. I unzipped my pants while hastily swiping my fingers across the screen of my phone, I was anxious. Just imagining her figure, her body and everything she did to please me, made me hard. Martha had always been a sexual woman, but with me she discovered new pleasures. Among them, being treated like a whore, being denigrated and subdued.
At last I saw a good one, in it, I penetrated her ruthlessly in a public bathroom,we played a little game too,  the rules were: that she had to make as noise as possible so that nobody would listen to us, while I did everything possible to aroused her more and more.
I already had my penis out and I caressed it with a closed fist from the base until I reach the glans, while in the glans I would tightened my hand more so the sensation was stronger.
In the video, Martha, a brunette with a petite body, small breasts and dark nipples, looked at me playfully while she blushed, my hand was on her leg, under a flowered dress with no underwear.

We always used to go out without underwear when we went for a walk, in search of occasions for our games.

Back to the video, Martha, biting her lips, lifted her skirt to show me how wet she was while caressing her. With her back to the sink, Martha rocked from back to front to increase the sway of my fingers running from her clitoris to her wet opening.

She was breathing rapidly and every once in a while she let out a small moan, which, with a mischievous look, I reminded her that she shouldn’t do if she didn’t wanted to lose the game. This made her start avoiding my caresses, she knew what I was doing and wanted to diminish the pleasure as to not lose the game. But I wasn’t going to let her win. I grabbed her hard her by the shoulders and turned her back to me, with my right arm I held her breasts and with my other hand I began to introduce a finger between her labia, enough without penetrating her, that, together with softly pressing her nipples made her go crazy. I could see it in her face, that mixture of anger and pleasure that satisfied me so much.
Her face, her expressions while receiving pleasure has always been what aroused the most whenever I made her mine. Seeing that in the video made me increase the pace with which I was grabbing myself, more and more furious and fast, pressing my trunk harder, I could feel the veins full of blood, it was getting harder and harder.
It was seeing her face on the screen what had that effect on me, I wanted to kiss it, lick it, spit on her out and whisper to her ear what a dirty little whore she was , take her cheeks in my hands and put my fingers in her mouth while I masturbated, something I didn’t do in the video and now I regretted it a bit (there will always be other opportunities …). I just continued to gently prick her nipples, but this time my hand was inside her dress, and every time I squeezed them , Martha trembled with slight spasms of pleasure, her vulva getting wetter and again the involuntary sway of her hips, she looked for my finger inside her, she wanted to feel penetrated. This time I didn’t warn her that she would lose the game, I would take every opportunity she gave me to win, to see her scream with pleasure. I introduced two fingers and immediately she let out a long moan, bit her lips and tried to turn her legs, wanting to keep my fingers from going deeper, but without success, I pushed them in and out more and more violently, while biting her neck.

I remember that her sex felt very moist in my hands, droplets slid from her opening. I remember raising her skirt and letting go of her nipples to caress that little orifice in her ass. Just with the tips of my fingers and in circular motions, touching that tight, rough hole… that made Martha pant more loudly, but not a single moan, she was determined not to make a sound.

Something that didn’t matter to me at all at the moment; the most difficult victories were also the most satisfying.

I laid her on the sink and took my penis out of my pants while with the other hand I placed my cell phone right under the mirror. On the screen we could both see each other enjoying, but more importantly, I could see each of her expressions as I kept touching her asshole with my thumb all the way down to her opening, right over her clitoris. She was so wet that soon my fingertips were smooth and slippery; wet all.over till.her anus. While I was doing this, I forced Martha to masturbate me, I knew that would get her more aroused, I knew that right now she was dying to be penetrated and that dilating her pleasure, that alone made her desperation increase. From time to time I would insert my thumb a little through her holes, both of them. This made her hips flinch in anticipation every time my finger touched her wet cavities, hoping to feel me from within. Martha was panting and salivating with despair, her tongue involuntarily licking her lips; eyes closed so as not to see my penis while she touched it to avoid feeling even more.pleasure. I removed my cock from her hand and with my glans, I pressed into her vaginal opening and pushed just bit to her insides. I wanted to see her reaction.

She immediately opened her eyes and saw my expression on the mobile screen saw the satisfaction and the feeling of triumph in me, it was only a matter of time, she wouldn’t be able to contain the pleasure. Unexpectedly her expression changed, became calmer, although still agitated;  she grabbed it with one hand and squeezed her hips against me introducing it inside her completely, and in a single movement. She didn’t stopped until my tip touched her depths. With her eyes closed and biting her lips until at last all of me was inside her.
She opened her eyes and again conjuring as much calm as possible she looked at me with defiant eyes, as if saying to me: “Give me everything you have, make me scream, if you can.”

I couldn’t think anymore, nor at that moment during which the video was filmed, or even while I masturbated. That little act of rebellion, that look had triggered in me an uncontrollable desire; I just wanted to see her scream and cry with pleasure. I was about to finish and I had barely penetrated her in the video, but I couldn’t stop touching myself, or slow down. In fact, I squeezed harder, the movements of my hand were faster and tighter.

If the game had been the other way around, I’m sure I would’ve lost too.

On the screen I could see how I held Martha’s hips and rammed her furiously, ever since that look of defiance I could not help but possess her with violence, with fury, almost. Her buttocks were already flushed from the contact with my pelvis.

She still looked defiant, holding back the panting, more and more red, but more and more determined not to express the slightest emotion from the pleasure I gave her. Her crotch dripped lightly down her left thigh; she was enjoying it. Obviously I enjoyed it too, penetrating her with ever more force, holding her ever more strongly as well.

I buried my fingers in her skin, which turned whitish on then contact and then reddish.

I took my right thumb and slid it into her anus, with my right hand I grabbed the back of her neck and continued to penetrate violently. The determination in her eyes gave out a little, her eyes softened and you could see a slight plea in them. She didn’t moan, but she gasped to herself. Her skin flushed more and more, her eyes started sobbing and the iris disappeared over her eyelids, even so, not a single moan. I changed hands and the one that was on the nape of her neck now repeated the soft and slight swing in her anus, like pulsations, only poking the yolk inside and withdrawing. The other hand this time held her harshly and cruel by her cheeks, like a thing, an artifact whose wishes didn”t had to be taken in regard. I squeezed her face until her mouth turned into a pout, she looked so exquisite, jist like that, silent but desperate, defiant and at the same time a doll about to break.
She started panting harder, the gesture had the effect I expected and what came after that, Martha didn’t saw it coming. While holding her just like that, I put my whole thumb inside her anus and begun ramming her with even more fury till her buttocks were no longer slightly flushed, they were ignited by the contact. Her eyes widened, first with rage and then again they turned white, her body began to tremble. The first orgasm was coming and in it I
saw my golden opportunity.

I don’t know if I mentioned it before, but Martha was multiorgasmic.

While she was in the sweet tremor of an orgasm, I penetrated her like an animal, it wasn’t so fast but each stroke was harder and deeper than the other. I forced her to see my face, my cruel smile as I made her cry with pleasure. Inside myself, I concentrated on not disturbing the rhythm of the penetration, I knew that if I kept it I could invoke many orgasms and with a deeper intensity. Martha was desperately pushing me away with her hands, but it had no effect. My thrusts didn’t stop and while I squeezed her lips she could only let a tear roll down her face as I continued doing whatever I wanted with her. She began to tremble even harder and her body gave a little, the next orgasm began and with it my change in strategy. I released her face and held her by the abdomen so that she wouldn’t fall to the ground meanwhile I picked up the pace, faster and faster . I was also reaching my limit, I wasn’t going to be able to delay the ejaculating time, I had to risk everything in this one moment. Accommodate the trajectory of my penis so that Martha felt it even deeper. With a slight curve in its trajectory from the bottom up. I did not move away, his hands were tearing my thighs asking for more while trying to hold on to the sink, it no longer mattered to her, the place, the game, the winner, only the pleasure mattered. She gasped, moaned softly, her tongue out of her mouth instinctively looking for something to suck on, she licked herself with pure pleasure, her self awareness overwritten by sensations.  She squeezed her hands in the sink, then in my flesh. I continued to penetrate her with the same rhythm, sure that soon another orgasm would come and maybe mine too. I started to move my thumb inside her wet anus. The screams and the third orgasm had arrived. Her body completely tense, her skin bristling and reddish. Sweat drips from her beautiful round buttocks, from her rosy cheeks. On the screen of my phone I could see her, and hear her scream. My eyes were fixed without being able to turn around, masturbating furiously still.

I would like to say that this wonderful scene ended in a magical way: Me  ejaculating in our room just as Martha was coming for the third time while howling like a wounded animal at the same time that I was releasing all my semen inside of her; both very very filthy creatures screaming from the pleasure of the forbidden. In a public bath, without underwear, without shame for whoever listened to us, without condom or pills.

I would like to say that this is the end of my pleasure session, but the reality is that by the end of the video my member was completely full of cum and my empty gaze betrayed the stupor of the orgasm that I couldn’t contain just before Martha finished for the last time On the screen. But just in time for Martha, who was returning from her walkabout standing in the doorway of our room, to see what her husband did on the afternoon a during her absence. Our eyes crossed, her’s with mischief and desire, mine were surprised and somewhat embarrassed.