Meanwhile, I asked him a few background questions, like his age, etc.I got no reply, but the idea seemed intriguing, so I knocked off a quick story, w...th Milo as the 'good guy'. I was in process of fleshing it out when I received a second email, totally ignoring my questions and asking when the story would be done.That pissed me off to no end. Here I am not getting paid by this guy, and he ignores the questions I asked that might improve the story, since my previous efforts at rape stories have. "Peter, you'll have to stroke that long pole of yours faster than that to convince me you can resist the urge to cum no matter what." Peter picked up his pace. "Faster Peter. Really beat your meat. Faster still, and don't slow down." Ugh! What are you trying to do to me Mrs D.? Drive me insane? I need to cum so badly!" But you can't, can't you." No! But I really need to! Please Mrs. D. Let me cum!" Peter begged."Not just yet. I want to see you keep this up for a few more seconds, just a few. It felt incredible. Khole Kardashian was always great at giving head.I rocked my hips faster and faster in and out holding on to her ponytail. I loved fucking her this way; having my way with her mouth, owning her mouth for my pleasure. I took breaks after ten consecutive thrusts before stopping completely. I wasn’t going to cum in her mouth, no not this time. “Lay in bed with your ass up…” I then said.She immediately did as she was told. She walked towards the bed, crawled and got on all. She was hunching herself up to meet each of my strokes from the outset and I could read the signs that she too was not far from coming. I concentrated on the sensation of the friction I was felling on my staff, willing myself to speed up my own response so that I could finish with her.I felt a hand stroking my ball-sack and looked down to see Fiona lying on the bed, her head inches away from where Kirsty and I were joined, her eyes riveted on the action. She stuck out her tongue, tentatively.