Mirror's Desire: A Twisted Reflection

The eyes of the man in the mirror swept her from naked feet and legs to the royal blue corset and thong she was wearing at his request. Her breasts spilled out a little over the top, and she noticed his eyes lingering there.

“Ah, my Sweetie, you look delicious!” His husky voice could be felt as he held her shoulders and bent forward slightly to caress her neck with his nose. The tingling sensation ran down from her neck to her barely-covered mound of warming flesh. His hands traced along her shoulders and around the base of her neck, as his nose brushed the soft wisps of hair behind her left ear. Watching in the mirror, her gaze followed the path of his hands as they outlined her flesh at the edges of the corset. Her legs became a little wobbly as she sighed, “Oh, Honey, I’ve missed this.” Between her legs, her sex stirred with each caress until the delicious heat warmed her outer lips. She watched as his eyes peered over her bare shoulders into the mirror and into her eyes. His hands cupped her already very-well-supported breasts as he ground his erection into her buns, and he groaned with pleasure. She could feel his gaze burning into her while his heated cock pressed into her from behind. “You’re going to watch as I take you, young lady.” Breathing heavily into the crook of her neck, he gently bit into her flesh. He reached the top of the restraining garment and untied the lacework. He worked carefully, pulling on the laces and always watching her in the mirror. As the tension on the outside of her skin eased, the tension within caused her breathing to become more rapid, and she could see red blotches of skin on her chest in the mirror. Her breasts popped free, and the man in the mirror groaned as he paused in his work with the laces to run his fingers over her nipples. “Oh God, I love your hands on my tits!” she moaned as she pressed her backside into his heated erection. The head of his penis slid a little across her cheek, and she felt the warm liquid leaking from it. The gaze from the man in the mirror never left her as he continued to free her from the form-fitting garment. She felt the heat radiate from her wanting pussy, waiting fervently for him to touch her there. Almost free from the restraining garment, she no longer felt any restraint as she saw herself in the mirror responding to his tongue as it traced the inside edge of her ear. “That’s not fair,” she whimpered, “You know that makes me crazy.” “Crazy, wet, and swollen is exactly where I want to go. How wet is your pussy?” he asked. He spoke softly into her ear as the hand in the mirror glided down from her breast, passing through her soft pubic hair, and two fingers found their way to her outer lips. Pressing her wonderfully curved behind into his heated erection, she could feel it throb as his fingers found her wetness. It felt so good to have this molten feeling emanating from her loins. Stepping out of the corset as it hit the floor, she could see a raging cock close behind her. Moving behind her, but still watching, he pulled down her G-string, revealing her nakedness for them both to see. His hand disappeared behind her back, followed by the tip of his cock appearing between her legs in the mirror. Without thought, her back arched as she felt that hard heat of his brush through the soft hair at her entrance. His hands held her breasts firmly as she arched and moaned at the sensation of the head of his rock-hard member making its way along her soaked pussy and bumping gently into her clit. She saw herself reach down to press his hardness against her heat and whimpered at the exquisite pleasure it brought her, and the animal sounds that came from him. As she looked into the mirror, she saw herself swaying slightly as he repeatedly guided his solid rod through the space between her legs. The head of the man’s cock would appear briefly as they rocked together, swollen, red, and hungry. She felt the passion building deep within her, threatening to come to the surface, but she wanted more tonight—much more. Straightening, she pulled away from his hard flesh, turning him slightly so that the mirror was on her left side. Bending to her knees in front of him, she took his cock, now her cock, into her hands for inspection. The hardened flesh pulsed hot in her hand as the clear fluid oozed from the tip. “I love the taste of your cock,” she purred as she stroked his shaft with one hand while cradling his balls with the other. A long moan escaped him. Looking to her left, she watched the man in the mirror as his eyes rolled up, then closed. Taking his manhood into her mouth, she purred. “Mmmmm!” was all she could manage to express as his flesh filled her mouth and ignited the lust within. The firmness, the salty taste, and the wonderfully full head all fired her passion as she took him. The mirror provided a raw view of a woman consuming a thick cock as the grateful owner of the engorged member bent forward to run his hands through her hair. Taking her tongue on a journey over his tool, she swirled it around his head, making sure to remove all of the clear liquid coming from him before diving on it, forcing it deep into her throat. Pausing briefly to suck on the head as it throbbed at the back of her throat, she took satisfaction in the moans arising from her lover in the mirror. The salty fluid was pulled from deep within him and served to induce more fluid to flow from him. She wished she could tell him how exquisite this felt—to be able to take this from him and how powerful it was to know the pleasure she gave him—but her mouth was full, and she wasn’t done with him. Her muffled groans were felt by him, and he echoed her moaning. Her pussy responded to this by flowing freely, and her clit throbbed in tandem with the pulsing dick. The mirror revealed to her the sight of her husband’s body in the throes of her passion. Though he was perhaps a bit on the other side of middle-aged, his still-tight buns flexed as she continued to devour his very vigorous erection. His face contorted in pure ecstasy as he sang her praises. “Oh God, Honey, that feelssooo, good! Pound me, pound me, please!” she urged him. As much fun as I had sucking your cock, I can’t wait to feel it in me, fucking me. Pound me, pound me, please!” she begged him. Facing the mirror at a slight angle, she saw him move his hands to her bobbing boobs, capturing them in a very firm embrace. She watched as he took one hand, reached down between his legs to take himself, and guided his stiff cock to the heat she was so eagerly presenting to him. His member brushed her soft lips and caused a quick intake of air, followed by a tortured groan as it burrowed into her soft pubic hair. Her back arched as she pressed her backside into his heated erection, spreading her outer lips wider, letting him know in no uncertain terms that she was his to take. “OOHHH! Put it in me, put it in me, Honey, please!” she begged as she rocked back forcefully. He pushed up on the tip of his head, and he entered her easily. Twin groans escaped them as she felt him slide into her opening, filling her completely. Her head came up, and she saw herself and the man in the mirror, consuming her. His hands held her hips firmly as he arched his back, forcing himself deeply, then pulling back and thrusting firmly forward with great joy etched on his face. Something animal in nature stirred her as she saw her breasts swaying in time to his thrusts. Speech abandoned her as she uttered only sounds of great pleasure, watching as the man in the mirror moved his hands to her shoulders and pulled her firmly towards his pummeling cock, her back curving as he buried it to her absolute limit. The man in the mirror was lost in pure animal lust as he took the woman below him. She lost sight of them when the tension in her body made it impossible for her to hold her head up. Something was coming from deep within her core, and it took her. It seized her in an impossibly tight embrace until she thought she couldn’t bear it any more. It almost forced her down, but then released her, almost as if dropping her gently from a great height. Her once soft, pliant walls within clenched the hard flesh penetrating her in a fierce embrace. In response, the man pulsed for a moment, then she felt a searing heat splash within her as he released his hot seed into her. Her body responded. The orgasm she had held back with great effort now burst forth, releasing her. The complete release forced her face down onto the crumpled, sweaty sheets. Her husband, writhing in pleasure, poured himself into her. Still delirious from the aftermath of ecstasy, she moved the sweaty hair from in front of her eyes and she raised her head. It was difficult to tell which part was whose, as their limbs and torsos were molded together in a sated state. Tremors still moved deep inside; his penis pulsed and twitched within, which jangled her heightened nerves, making it difficult to catch her breath. Lying on her side, she gazed lazily at the painting, by a local artist, of the old church they had been married in. In a rare contented state, she wondered how many times she had taken her husband within her. Hundreds, thousands, who knows? she thought as her breathing returned to normal. She stirred suddenly as his softening penis slid quickly out of her, followed by the sensation of their warm juices ebbing from them slowly and onto her leg. “Oh God,” she purred silently, “Whatever the number, I want that man in my life—and in me as many times as possible—for the rest of my days.”

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