Turned Ex-Bodybuilder Nina into a Squirting, Begging Ragdoll

“More… please… just one more…”

Her voice was a broken, husky whisper, the last shred of her willpower dissolved into pure need. Her powerful, ex-bodybuilder’s frame trembled violently beneath me, slick with sweat, her thighs and belly sheened in the lamplight from the countless times she’d drenched the sheets. I just grinned, my tongue swirling lazily around her swollen, hypersensitive clit.

“You’ll cum when I tell you to cum,” I murmured, my breath hot against her flooded flesh. “Not a second before.”

She whimpered, a sound that came from deep in her chest, and her hips gave a feeble, involuntary twitch. This was where I loved her most—utterly wrecked, completely mine, a trembling masterpiece of overstimulation.

It started an hour ago when I met Nina at the hotel's parking lot

Nina, in her Mid-forties, ex-bodybuilder, solid as a rock, with thick thighs that strained the fabric of her jeans and shoulders that spoke of years lifting heavy. Her eyes, wide and a little nervous, met mine. The air between us crackled.

I said hello and kissed deeply at the lot. I took her hand and we both walked to our room, she was giggling a little. I just pulled her inside, kicked the door shut, and pushed her back against it. My mouth found hers in a slow, deep, consuming kiss. My hands slid down her sides, feeling the powerful curves of her waist, the firm swell of her ass. I broke the kiss, my lips trailing to her ear.

“Fuck, Nina… your body is incredible,” I whispered, my voice low and rough. My thumbs brushed over her nipples through her shirt, feeling them harden instantly. “All this power… all this strength… and it’s all for me tonight.”

She moaned softly, her head tilting back against the door. Her hands came up to grip my biceps, not pushing me away, but holding on.

Then I shifted. My hand fisted in her dark hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. I pinned her harder against the wood, my body crowding hers. I leaned in, my lips grazing her jaw.

“Tonight, you’re my ragdoll,” I growled. “You understand? You don’t lift a finger. You just feel.”

A full-body shiver ran through her. “Yes,” she breathed, her voice already thick with desire.

I led her to the king bed, pushing her down onto the crisp, white duvet. I knelt between her legs, hooking them over my shoulders. The first sight of her pussy stole my breath. Shaved, swollen, glistening already. The scent of her—musky, sweet, purely feminine—hit me. My need to taste her was a physical ache in my jaw.

I didn’t dive in. I started slow. A long, flat, wet stroke of my tongue from the very bottom of her slit, over her soaked opening, all the way up to her clit.

She cried out, back arching. “Oh my god.”

I did it again. And again. Lapping at her like she was the most decadent dessert. I savored the salty-sweet taste, the silken texture of her folds. Then I focused on her clit, sucking the hard little bud into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it with rapid, tiny circles.

“I’ve never… nobody’s ever…” she choked out, her hands fisting in the sheets.

“I know,” I said against her flesh, my voice vibrating through her. I moved lower, my tongue spearing into her hole, fucking her with it, deep and slow. Her juices flowed freely, coating my chin. I drank her in. I was ravenous.

I pulled back, my hands spreading her firm, muscular cheeks wide. Her asshole was a tight, pink pucker. I leaned in and blew a warm breath over it. She flinched. “Relax,” I murmured, and then my tongue was there, circling the rim, pressing insistently until it yielded and I pushed inside.

The groan that ripped from her throat was animalistic, raw. Her hips came off the bed, grinding her ass back against my face. I ate her like I was starving, tongue-fucking her ass while my nose pressed against her soaked pussy. The wet, slurping sounds filled the quiet room.

“Turn over,” I ordered, my voice hoarse. “On your knees. Ass in the air.”

She scrambled to obey, presenting her spectacular backside to me. I buried my face between her cheeks again, licking and sucking at both holes until she was shaking, her powerful thighs quivering with strain. “Please… I need…” she begged.

“I know what you need.”

I reached for the wand vibrator on the nightstand, clicked it to its lowest setting, and pressed the broad, rumbling head against her clit while I went back to rimming her. The effect was instant and catastrophic.

Her whole body locked up. A guttural scream tore from her lips. And then she erupted. A hot, clear stream of fluid shot out of her, soaking my wrist, splattering against the headboard with a sound like a fountain. It wasn’t a trickle. It was a gush. The sheets beneath her knees were instantly drenched.

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m squirting!” she screamed, her voice breaking.

“That’s one,” I said, keeping the wand right where it was. I slid two fingers into her sopping pussy, curling them up hard to press on that spongy spot inside. I pumped them in a steady, ruthless rhythm. “Let’s go for two.”

She came again in less than a minute. This time, her body convulsed, her ass clenching around my tongue. Another flood of fluid soaked my arm, this one arching almost to her shoulders. Her moans were continuous now, a desperate, keening whine.

I added a third finger, stretching her wide. The wand buzzed relentlessly on her clit. I fucked her with my hand, fast and deep, my thumb rubbing circles just above where my fingers plunged inside.

“Three,” I growled.

She sobbed. Her orgasm was a violent, shaking thing. Her thighs slapped against the bed, her entire muscular frame tensing into a bowstring before collapsing, limp and twitching. But I didn’t stop. I swapped my fingers for a thick, vibrating dildo, pushing it into her while I went back to eating her ass, my fingers still working her G-spot.

“Please… I can’t stop cumming… don’t stop… oh god, I’ve never cum this much in my life!” she babbled, her words slurring together.

I lost count after six. I flipped her onto her back, her knees pushed to her chest. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and finally, finally, shoved my cock into her sopping, swollen heat. She screamed, her internal muscles clamping down in a series of rapid, milking contractions.

I fucked her hard. Deep, slow thrusts that buried me to the hilt, then turned into punishing, rhythmic slams that made the bedframe knock against the wall. I pulled her hair in doggy, my other hand coming down in sharp, stinging slaps on her jiggling ass cheeks. The sounds echoed—skin on skin, her choked cries, my own ragged breathing.

I pulled out, dropped between her legs, and ate her squirting pussy again, lapping up the fresh gush of her arousal mixed with her ejaculate. Then I was back inside her, fucking her in a frantic, messy cowgirl where I controlled her bounce, driving up into her until her eyes lost focus.

Throughout it all, I talked to her. A mix of filthy praise and firm control.

“Look at you. My perfect, squirting goddess.”

“Cum again. Do it.”

“You belong to this. To this feeling.”

She obeyed. Every time. Her orgasms became less distinct, blending into one long, shuddering plateau of pleasure. Her moans were constant now, a hoarse, broken soundtrack. Her eyes rolled back, showing the whites. Thick ropes of saliva trailed from the corner of her mouth onto the soaked sheets. Her powerful muscles, once so defined and controlled, now trembled and jerked without her command.

I was fucking her in missionary again, my pace brutal and steady, when I felt her teetering on another edge. I stopped, buried deep, and ground my hips against her clit.

“Ask for it,” I commanded, my voice rough.

“Please…” she wept, her body vibrating with need. “Please, let this pathetic whore cum. Please, I need it. I’ll do anything.”

“Good girl.” I snapped my hips once, hard.

It hit her like a freight train. Her back arched clear off the bed, only my weight holding her down. A silent scream froze on her lips. Her pussy clenched around me in a violent, rhythmic spasm that felt like it would never end. A final, torrential flood of fluid erupted from her, soaking my balls, my thighs, the bed beneath us with a warm, soaking wave. Her body went utterly, completely limp. Her head lolled to the side. The only sounds were her ragged, hitched breaths and the wet, sticky sounds of our bodies.

I stayed inside her for a long moment, feeling her internal flutters gradually subside. Then I slowly pulled out and gathered her into my arms. She was a dead weight, a sweaty, quivering, cum-soaked heap. I cradled her strong body against my chest, kissing her damp forehead.

“You were perfect,” I whispered into her hair. “So fucking beautiful.”

Her eyes fluttered open, glazed and unfocused. A weak, blissed-out smile touched her swollen lips.

“That was…” she breathed, her voice a shredded whisper. “The best I’ve ever had. I’m… completely ruined.”