Orton Plantation in North Carolina

When I die, I wish to comeback as one of her tears. What man would be so lucky as to have been conceived in her heart, born in her eyes, live on her cheeks, and die at her lips.

Maria my real estate broker told me young assistant is in North Carolina waiting for me at the Orton Plantation. She will show me the property and be available to me for my needs. Her name is; Renee age 29 and she got her divorce three months ago. I arrived at the plantation and walked into the house, Renee is bending over to pick up some dropped papers and she feels my eyes upon her body, admiring and checking her out, she had heard a nearly silent sound come from my mouth, like a little gasp. I tried to cover it with a cough, but she had already turned around to meet my eyes. The world seemed to stand still and she leaned against the wall. She feels her heart pounding in her throat like it is trapped, and suddenly she is feeling delirious with lust. The words tumbled out of her mouth, I had not planned them, “ John…I have to confess, I am very attracted to you.” She cannot remember the reaction upon my face. All she can remember is the image of me closing the door and walking over to her. My arms rose inches away from my body and my fingers stretched wide open. I seemed to be walking in slow motion and she is frozen in her spot. Her breath caught deep inside her throat, and the sensation of a growing flush spreading across her face. She also feels the familiar sensation of moisture dampening between her thighs. I stopped just inches in front of her and murmured, “ I am very attracted to you.”

I then pinned her against the wall, my chest pressed tight against her back, my hands seizing her ribs to either side of her breasts, holding her body in place. She stood there as I lifted her dress up, and with my foot pushing against her, forcing her to spread her legs apart. I undid my trousers freeing myself, and roughly stroking my cock until covered in a thin, sticky film. When I’m fully erect, I pull her white lace panties aside and shove my hard hot cock into her small tight opening, again and again and again, I rose up into her, forcefully, possessively, rapidly in and slowly out, hard enough that she winces a little with each powerful thrust, each lunge causing me to brush against her cervix and keep her on the tips of her toes. Yet she is enjoying it – she needed it, she craved it, she lived for it, and she definitely did not want it to stop. She has not had sex since her divorce three months ago. It is not just the fullness, the feeling of being rendered complete, whole, every time I embedded myself deep inside her, sheathing and unsheathing myself, surrounding myself with her desire and her lust for me. It is not just the hot juices seeping from her pussy and running down her legs and dripping on the hardwood floor, adding a scent of the forbidden to the foyer. Just as fiercely as I plundered her body, she reached back clutching at my naked, powerful hips, her fingernails burrowing into my skin with the intensity of a dog wanting to rapidly bury a bone. That thought seemed particularly apt to her at the moment, as I repeatedly bury my cock deep within her.

My face pressed into her neck, my breaths are hot, hard, heavy, just like my sex. I’m extremely quiet during sex, whether I’m enjoying a slow, passionate lovemaking or a hard, rough, violent fuck. Always, the only sounds I make are those of my breathing, and a soft groan as my cum erupts into the woman. Renee is whimpering and moaning between her heavy, labored breaths, it is too much for her to take. The primal animal lust, the hard cock pressing her into the wall, the hard cock repeatedly filling her, she cried. The tears begin to come unabated, and she just let them fall. She didn’t care. It is too late to care. There is so much she had wanted to do with her life, ” Fuck me to death!” She pleaded between sobs, no longer caring. In an instant, her entire being is consumed by what is without question the most powerful climax of her life. No longer is she silent: she screams, loud and long, wailing and sobbing without shame, her body basking in the ultimate feminine pleasure yet pleading for more like a the longtime addict. I knew no one would care about hearing me, I roared with each forceful thrust into her, even as I move faster up into her, no longer merely brushing into her cervix. We sang a raucous, primal duet until, suddenly, I stilled myself, pressed snugly against her cervix, shaking violently as I swelled within her.