Heavy Petting

18. Vanya

18

VANYA

M y body is shaking, and my thoughts are a blur. The machine tugs at my breasts, my monster master has fingered my bottom, and he keeps teasing my sex with pleasure and then easing back. It’s driving me mad with desire, and I can’t focus on anything but the need inside me. When will it end?

His name slips repeatedly from my desperate lips, but still he makes me wait. My sex twitches at his rumbling, hungry words, and he utters what sounds like promises while he grips and probes and laps at my ramping excitement.

I’m trapped and powerless, but I’ve been driven into a state of desire I’d never choose to leave, because as torturous as it is to have him toy with me like this, he’s making me feel incredible, and I know it’s going to feel so good if I can handle all he expects of me. I’m seduced. Totally and absolutely. My monster has full control over my body’s pleasure, and my mind is along for the joyride. Everything he does is building my internal pressure into something amazing, and the anticipation is killing me. Unable to bear being still, I push against the bars holding me in place and make them rattle.

His massive bulk and heat move closer, and his soft pelt brushes against the backs of my thighs. He spreads my folds and drags something big and smooth through my slippery crease. His cock. It’s huge, bulbous head grazes both sides of my thighs, giving me its measure, and my sex tingles with the familiar magical thrill of his fluids mixing with mine.

I press my lips together on a moan and shuffle my legs wider, to give him better access. Last time, he pulsed his fluids right inside me, and the warm rush of it spread nearly to my core, where I crave his attention the most. I want him to do it again and again and…

Oh , this milking business makes me long for things I don’t have the right words to express, but when my big master presses his fat cock at the entrance to my womanhood and starts to push inside, all my thoughts come into alignment. Yes .

A switch flicks with a loud click , and the tugging at my breasts intensifies. I gasp and pant, as the pressure at my sex increases. He’s stretching my outer lips open with his fingers and forcing his massive cock to breach my entrance.

I squeak and seize tight around the tip of his huge cock.

He grunts at me, and gently slaps my left buttock. “ Surrmahd .” He firmly strokes his hand from my neck to my bottom, and then spanks me again. “Surrmahd, Spraah.”

The familiar word curls around my brain, and my panic eases, because I’ve come to know what it means. He uses the same word when he wants me to relax and let go. To surrender to him, trusting he’ll take care of me.

I take a deep breath and release my tension as I exhale. His praise fills my ears, and I lean heavily against the padding of my frame with a smile. I’ve done what he wanted, and I know what will come next. The reward . He’s going to take good care of me.

He eases back, and then pushes his cock at me even more firmly. I catch myself clenching, but when his fingers clap against my bottom, I stop resisting and surrender to the stretch.

Mahz-uhrr practically purrs with approval, and my relaxation allows him to wedge himself deeper. The stretch intensifies, until I’m pulled completely taut, and then he slowly, slowly forces himself inside me.

“ Je mo en foigin du, Spraah .” He’s panting as much as I am. “Za foigin bre-shay.”

I smile at his wondrous tone, proud to have made him so happy. Proud to have taken his size the way he wanted, though I feel tight and full and awkward in my milking position.

I want to move .

I need to shift around, to adjust to the sheer size of him, and I do my best, but he grips my hips hard and keeps me still. “ Scurrah ,” he commands in such a tone that I immediately stay where he wants me. “En du,” he says in approval.

He advances. A little at first, as if testing. He squirts cool, wet liquid at me, making things more slippery between us, and then rocks back and forth again, greasing the movement until he can slide the big head of his cock in and out of me with ease.

He turns up the suction at my teats, and my sex grips at him. I’m already on the verge of a throbbing climax. He utters a delicious moan, and I know exactly what he means. It feels so good, to be milked while my back end is slick and stretched around him, and each time he moves, my core wants to shatter into a rippling burst of wild energy.

He pulls right out of me, and I whimper on the edge of my pleasure, pining for the push he could give me. “ Mahz-uhrr. ”

“Tah-nes, mo spraah,” he croons, readying his cock at my entrance again. “Es bre clookin.”

He grips the back of my neck and pushes inside me without ceremony. Pushes deep .

Something within me gives, and his cock surges forward with such brutish power, it knocks the wind from my lungs. He moans as if he’s found bliss after a lifetime of searching, and I shake in my confines as my body adjusts to having a monster’s massive cock all the way inside me — right where I’ve been yearning for it to be.

“ Mahz-uhrr ,” I whisper, as his length and girth set my core shuddering uncontrollably.

“ Mmm … En du, Spraah. Za foigin torg .”

He withdraws, and then forges deep again, spreading my depths before him. The fat head of his monster cock rubs my inner walls in new places, and when he thrusts at me harder and faster, the friction he builds makes my legs weak. They quiver and shake, and he pounds at me without pause, using my hole for his pleasure and pushing me toward a new kind of climax. One that promises to be even more explosive.

The milking cups tug at my breasts, my master pumps at my sex, and I’m trapped in the middle, my pleasure forced from the untapped depths of my core. I squeeze his cock and cry out, while I buck in my frame like a wild creature in a too-small cage.

My monster roars like never before and pulses hot fluid right at my core, driving me into an even higher state of bliss. The wet suction sounds between us send enjoyable shivers up and down my spine, as his cock slurps in and out of me with great, slippery ease. He’s so big, but I can take him, and the praise dripping from his lips makes my grateful soul float even higher. Sated and spent, I sag limply against the bars keeping me positioned for his use.

He slips his cock out of me, grabs my buttocks, and spreads them wide. He hums in absolute admiration, and my heart fills with a warmth I’ve never known. I’ve pleased him. I’ve pleased the big, strong monster who takes wonderful care of me. He likes what he sees, and I like what we did to create it. A dopey smile settles on my face and refuses to leave, despite my inability to summon any other muscle to work.

We’re both happy.

The pulling at my breasts eases, and Mahz-uhrr removes the cups. He takes the large glass of my milk from the collection plate of the machine, stands in front of me with his dripping cock, lifts my face with one clawed finger, and holds my gaze while he drinks. The entire glass. In large gulps, as if it could quench a thirst he’s been dying to slake.

He lowers the glass, and a pale, thin streak of milk remains on his upper lip until he slowly collects it with his tongue. He takes a step forward, clasps my jaw in his hand, and presses his still-hard cock to my mouth, smearing the mixture of our juices over my lips. I offer no resistance and gladly taste the magic we made.

He smiles and moves behind me again.

Without warning, he pushes his cock back inside my dripping sex. It feels good, but nothing like the bliss he just delivered. What he’s doing is for him, and I’ve been so thoroughly taken care of that I can do nothing but remain propped in position, to take it.

He spurts his gushing heat into me again, and then pulls out to shoot warm ropes of his fluid over my back and buttocks. A thrill shakes through me as it tickles my skin, and he drags his fingers through the slippery mess, his claws lightly raking my skin and making me moan.

“ Merrg ,” he growls. He releases the bars and gathers me into his arms. I lean limply against him and rest my sleepy head on his shoulder, while he massages my sex with his dripping fingers, continually pushing any excess fluid back inside me. “ Merrg .”