If you're just joining us, this is a continuation of a story of how my girlfriend (at the time) had worn fishnets to fulfill a fetish for me on a special occasion. Part 1 can be found here!

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We had a long, ravenous session of fucking back at our place. She was overheated from the anticipation, and from going the whole night in nothing but heels, black fishnets, and a swirly purple dress.

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I had lost all sensibility when I saw she wasn't wearing underwear, and she had made demands of me. Demands like, "Take me home and fuck me."

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Now that we're all up to speed, I looked down at the gasping form of my lover. White cum was streaked all over her round ass and wide thighs. I watched her unconsciously reach back to rub it into her skin and the ripped fishnets she had worn for me.

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A wild, shuddering breath escaped her throat as her hands made contact with my seed. Her long elegant fingers were playing in the aftermath of our revelry.

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The cum dripping down her golden-tanned skin and smooth muscular curves were calling to me. I needed to be inside her again. She wiggled and rolled her hips, with her ass pointed to my swelling cock. She had worked a majority of my cum into her bountiful buns, but her soaked fingers slid against her pussy, taking a load of my seed over the length of her slit and over her clit. She started making big swirling circles with her hips as she gently rubbed herself with two fingers gently pinched around her bud.

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"Are you watching me?" she asked dreamily as she spread herself. Her shockingly pink pussy was stained with encroaching bold drips of white.

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I was hard and hurting to take her then and there, but I didn't want to interrupt the show.

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Her body shivered, and she let out a delicious moan as she pushed her cum-laden fingers inside.

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What did I do to deserve such a wonderful woman? And how do I keep her happy? In that moment I felt the pull to not only fuck her but to breed her... a pull stronger than gravity or any other natural force.

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I placed a bracing hand on her hip as she continued masturbating for me. I had lost the battle of self control and started stroking my cock, still drenched from fucking her only a few minutes ago.

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Sadie craned her neck to watch me, but she knew from the greedy, licking-wet strokes that I had joined her.

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This was new. We had masturbated together, but she had never rubbed my cum inside before. I wondered what had gotten into her... and I definitely liked it.

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We were centimeters from fucking each other again---

to the point that our hands were bumping into each other. That's when my brain did some great engineering, and we all realized Sadie could keep touching herself with my cock deep inside her...

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I mean really... fucking her right now would be for her, right? She can hardly reach the best spots at this angle, and she's done so much work already. And she's told me how much she loves feeling full...

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I waited for my turn, for when her fingers were up and out of the way, when she was focused on her clit. I pushed past a gently yielding tightness and I was inside her. She let out a gasp and grateful groan as I held her hips and started pounding. She buried her face in the mattress to dampen to coos and grunts and curses coming out of her mouth.

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She was already on the edge, and started cumming easy with her artful fingertips rolling their magic and her ass slapping into my hips. It was heavenly to feel her warmth grip me as I rode the desperate convulsions rippling through her entire body....

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We made it a whole 6 minutes before fucking again, and in the exact same position and place we just finished.

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She was done, at least for now. And needed to be held. So I pulled out and led her to lay down against my naked body with my arms draped around her. Her hair smelled like summer, and her body was sweaty, warm, and familiar in my grasp. She felt strong. Tired, but strong. Like I could depend on her when I was done for, or hurt, or losing my grip. She just needed a break.

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It was a sweet moment, even if my boner was pressed and throbbing against her butt.

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I thought back to the first time we were together, and how I couldn't avoid feeling how I did. And back then, I desperately didn't want to get hard while spooning her on my couch watching terrible movies.

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It felt like that moment was another era. That was before. If now was all that mattered, then we had always been like this. Always would be.... right?

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Sadie nuzzled deeper into my arms, and let out a sleepy yawn.

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"When was the last time you kissed me?"

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I had to think an embarrassingly long time. "The parking lot... after I went down on you."

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"Mmf." she scooted and turned her body to me. "Kiss me like you love me."

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This is a spot where I fucked up a lot. My kissing was usually very horny. Possessive. Inflamed. Sometimes I needed to be told slow down.

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I planted one on her. It was slow, thoughtful, and had the right amount of pull on her lower lip.

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"Happy anniversary, baby." I gave her a little squeeze.

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"Your dick is still poking me... was I out for very long?"

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"I've decided time is meaningless." I didn't want to bore her with my new system of measuring epochs as anything but "with Sadie" and "without Sadie".

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"You're not gonna start in on that 'time was invented by taskmasters and bosses to maximize profits' thing, are you?" She probably thought I wouldn't notice her hand wrapped around my cock.

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"Nah... I'm not organizing the worker revolution today." Her grip was softer than mine, a little less exact and familiar with all of the most exciting spots, but it's nice to get your dick stroked by someone else. You don't quite know how they'll go about it, and the anticipation and effort really gets me off. Are they going to stuff my cock into their mouth, will they rub it against their cheek and stare up lustily? The sky's the limit.

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I was aching to cum after watching her and fucking her. She leaned in to lay facing me and placed soft, gentle kisses on my neck, collarbone, and chest. I was amazed at how good it felt to be in her hand and with such limited room to work.

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I gave her a horny, possessive, inflamed kiss with my tongue deep in her mouth as she stroked me faster. I loved when she would smile just before kissing like that. It meant she was up to something.

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"Can we... Try something?" She said, biting her lip to keep the edge of that mischievous smile down.

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She was pumping my cock right against her abdomen... the tip occasionally brushing against her bellybutton. How the fuck was I going to refuse any request? "What's on your mind?"

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"Okay---you stand over by the edge of the bed."

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This part I was familiar with. It was right here that I had fucked her into the mattress twice tonight. I stood at the end of the bed, awaiting further instruction. Sadie had gotten onto all fours, and started to strut a bit like a cat with an ingenious new way to catch mice.

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She laid down and rolled with her face to the ceiling. Her head partially dangling off the edge of the bed. She popped her tongue out with a gleeful grin and cackle.

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"...Are you ready for this sort of thing?" I said with cautious optimism. Sadie could take my cock with increasing depth in her throat the longer we had been together, but this seemed... bold. I had my doubts, but I was rubbing my cock against her tongue as I was contemplating her limits.

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She reached around my hips and took two handfuls of my ass to pull my cock past her lips and deep into her mouth. The sound of my hard-on sliding deeper was lewd, depraved, but she was taking it.

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My whole life was revolving around the edge of this bed, and I couldn't be happier as I gently started grinding my hips with my dick down Sadie's throat. She moaned and ran her tongue over me with sanguine licks and whisper-soft kisses on the tip. She released her grip on my ass and started running her hands up and down her body, tickling the soft skin of her breasts and nipples, feeling the bulge in her neck, over her stomach, across her thighs, and landing with purpose between her legs to touch herself while she got her throat fucked. In mere moments, I was practically in a frenzy. Being rough with Sadie always turned her on, and I think she had a clear idea of what was in store for her when she came up with this plan.

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It wasn't our most coordinated effort, but Sadie was keeping calm and breathing precisely through her nose. When she needed a break, she'd push against my hip and stroke my cock underhanded. It was interesting to have her tongue against the top of my cock for a change, and I had a clear view of her touching herself from this vantage. This idea of hers definitely had its upsides.

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I had been fucked, goaded, begged, teased and conspired with tonight. I wanted to feel like I had done my part, but Sadie had really pulled out all the stops. I wondered if she was really going to be satisfied with a load of cum down her throat, but the eagerness and fervor with which she was sucking my dick was quite convincing. Her makeup was running, and her body was writhing with excitement as she continued to masturbate. I braced my hands against the bed and started to drive my cock harder in her mouth... she answered with thankful moans as her orgasm built. I could hardly hear the swirling wetness of her ministrations over the deep gulps and slurps from her face getting fucked. She pulled me out only to plead with me

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"Cum all over me!" she begged, stroking my spit-drenched cock next to her face. Her fingers were getting deep and soaked inside as she lifted her hips to fuck herself. I could feel each hot servile pant against my cock as she stroked me. I was dying for release, but was streaming this pent-up and delayed orgasm all over her face good enough?

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It was what she asked for... and I could always fill her pussy later. The next time she begged me to cum inside her...

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That particular thought is what pushed me over---the sounds of her heavy breathing and my soaked cock pumping in her grip. The way she gasps when she's about to cum...

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I just couldn't hold out any longer as I came hard against her cheek, her beautiful face, all over her running lipstick, and covered her graceful neck and carved collarbone.I was a little impressed with the volume and coverage. I honestly didn't think I had it in me, but Sadie caught up with me and had her own shuddering orgasm. She shivered, delighted to be branded mine.

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She began rubbing my cum into her skin, running her hand up and down her own neck and taking heavy fingerloads to suck clean.

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She seemed a little dazed but ecstatic as she licked her lips clean and looked up at me with a lingering, wild hunger.