I then watched as the cock. Moved back and forth in her mouth. Her lips closing down on it as could see the movement of the cock going a tad faster. T...en you hear the pounding on the wall. Her cheeks suck as makes sure to keep this cock in her mouth. The movement of the cock stops as her head then moves to keep the fucking of her mouth going as could hear his loud grunts as I knew she was sucking just more of what he shot out. Once done she pulled back off fully and moaned. "Mmmm that was good. “How did you—?” he begins. “I never—” His voice makes an accusation. “You knew what it was all along, didn’t you?”“Yes,” I say.“How did you know? Where did it come from?”I laugh. “From the bear, of course. He had no more need of it after I killed him.”“You’re telling me you hunted a cave bear?” he demands with a scowl.“No sane person hunts a cave bear alone,” I tell him. “The bear, however, had no such compunction. Ordinarily they didn’t trouble us unprovoked, but for whatever reason of its own. It was horrifying. And yet I probably had a hundred orgasms."I have mixed emotions about the terror you put me through. I know it was what I asked for. That was the part of the fantasy that made it so exciting. But I would never, ever want to experience that again, not the part where I thought I was never going home again."The other part, getting raped by all of those magnificent specimens of manhood, I could imagine repeating that. I might even do the dogs again, though to be honest, sucking. I dressed in a slutty teddy I hadn’t worn in a while and sat on his lap dressed that way, feeding him breakfast, his hands fondling my cunt and tits. After that, he got a kinky idea and helped me shave my cunt bald. Then, he fucked me like a bitch in heat, insisting I call him ‘Daddy’ while I rode him. We made love in ways we either hadn’t in years or never had. I even got up the courage to voice my fantasy about eating his secretary’s tight little pussy while he fucked me on top of the desk in.