New York_(1)

Katie moved to New York from California after her divorce. Katie’s father is a high powered divorce lawyer in New York, he handled the divorce. I became friend’s with Katie’s father in Harvard Law school, I was called to arrange the move to my apartment in New York and provide 24/7 security for her and her young daughter. While in New York I took Katie out for dinner and we went to my other apartment. Katie shivers as my hands trace a slow lazy path over her naked body. She is lying in bed with her arms clasped tightly above her for what seems like an hour as I stroked and touched and pinched her body. My fingers roaming from her ears and face, down the hollows of her throat, stopping lightly to press on her windpipe, cutting off her breath for a short, exciting moment. I hold tightly until she can’t resist struggling just a little as a tiny thread of panic threatens to overwhelm her. Finally, she tossed her head sharply to the side, and I release her, my hands continuing their downward path as though they had never been interrupted.

Her nipples are hard and erect and my fingers slowly trace circles around them, not touching, teasing. Katie lets out a pleading cry as she pushes her breasts up into my waiting hands, willing me to touch her, to hurt her. I obliged her by slowly pinching one nipple, squeezing just a bit too tight, and then loving it with my tongue. Katie shudders, feeling it all the way down to her clit. Her body shifted on the bed, the chain holding her arms in place jingled obligingly. My hands left her breasts roaming further, running down her stomach with a light feathery touch bringing her body to a tingling peak. She feels my hands run down her thighs. She shifts again, whimpering, growing impatient, and with that movement she feels my hands clamp down hard on her legs, squeezing, hurting, holding her still. Katie has not been with a man since her divorce and has never dated or mad with with a older man.

” Shhhhhh,” I whisper, my fingers pressing tight into her flesh, it made her want to writhe, or kick, but she didn’t dare to try. Not yet. With slow movement, I slide my hands to grip the insides of her thighs, pressing them outwards, spreading her legs wider and wider until she feels the muscles strain to their limit and she can’t possibly open them more. I hold her there, legs as wide open as they can go, exposed to me as I stare at her. One hand slides higher, and lightly runs along the length of her slit. Katie is wet and trembling. Waiting for whatever pleasure or pain I want to give her. Carefully, I slide one finger deep into her cunt again, curving it to caress the walls inside of her. ” You like that baby?” I whisper to her as my fingers start slow circles inside her, she murmurs her consent as she settles into my stroking. ” I like to feel you like this, all tight and wet. You like it.” I said, this time it wasn’t a question. Katie shifts her hips as I continue to stroke her.

I slide another finger inside her, this one going in easier since she has already been stretched, but it is still tight. Katie squirms, and I smile. ” Yes… you like that.” With no further play, I shove another finger to join the other two, it hurts, feels like I’m splitting her in half. Katie lets out a soft cry that turns into a moan as I push my hand hard up against her cunt, twisting my fingers in slow quick circles. ” See how I work your cunt? It’s mine to do with as I please. I will fuck you, if it pleases me,” I snarl. I fucked her cunt hard with my fingers but sensuously stroked her clit. Even though Katie trusted me and loved the feeling she begs me over and over to stop. Katie needed to relax. Her body shuddering and shivering uncontrollably. She is going to spasm violently if I keep it up. As I finger fucked her, my other hand came down slapping her thigh. Katie jumps, that small move grinds her body closer to my fingers and hand.

” Would you still like to know why they call me ‘The Stallion’?” I whisper in a low, low voice. The sound filled her ears like an audible orgasm. My gaze is in her eyes again. ” You…you…” Katie can’t speak. Katie is petrified with lust. She strains and finally get out, ” You told me earlier.” It is barely a whisper, not even a mutter. ” I told you about the rumors, but I didn’t tell you the rumors are true. My wicked grin comes back. Katie is intrigued now more than she thought. ” I will have to show you. Do you want me to show you?” My voice is husky. I know what effect I’m having on her. All she can do is nod, which she did sheepishly.
I step back and she feels herself lean forward desperate to still feel me. I slide my fingers into my shorts. Katie knows this is wrong, but now we are about to cross a line: a line that if I crossed there is no going back. Katie isn’t sure what is going to happen, but whatever it is, it will change her. It seems to take forever for me to slowly start to lower my shorts. Katie isn’t sure whether I’m doing it so slow or she is seeing in slow motion this surreal moment.

My shorts lower and she sees my pubic bone. It is as hairy as my chest. Katie bites her lip knowing what is about to come out. My shorts lower more and that’s when she sees it. The base of the thickest cock she has ever seen. It is like her forearm is growing out of my pubic bone. Katie feels her jaw drop with my shorts. It lowers more and more. It is just as thick all the way down, but it just keeps going. It can’t be real, it just can’t. My shorts drop to the floor and the whole thing is exposed. It is the longest, thickest cock she has ever laid eyes on. It is still soft and it is longer than her ex- husband’s when fully erect, even when he was younger. It must be 9″ just hanging there. Katie is transfixed and can’t take her eyes off of it. Her pussy is on fire with lust.
” They call me ‘ Stallion’ because of my cock. Because of my horse cock.” My hand reaches down to it and holds the base of it up. Even with my large hand holding it, there is just as much sticking out as is hidden. ” Would you like to see me hard?” I ask, not waiting for her reply. I slowly start stroking it. It seems to take forever to get to the fat head and back down. Katie notices for the first time I’m looking hungrily at her.

After two strokes I’m fully erect. My God! It is even bigger. It would take three of my hands just to cover it and no telling how many of hers.