by Lexi Hots
And with that – Brenda saw Sebastian drive his hips forward... all of a sudden she felt the burning heat of his shaft spread her lips apart. The wide head, stretching them aside... It was incredible! And yet he continued pushing farther and farther! Until the little pop of the head of his cock sliding in, and the girl at once experienced the fullness of his cock, filling her naughty hole. Already well coated with her pre-cum and his own, leaking out the tip of his manhood and down the shaft.
Meanwhile, Doctor Sebastian relished the tightness of her cunt. The sopping wet thing! How it grasped and massaged at his member... he had to have more! And deeper he went!
***
Another back arch from Brenda followed at this moment, as she reached up and placed a hand on his chiseled stomach, just as he grabbed hold of her thick hips, securing her in place.
“More!” She cried out.
“Grrrr!” Sebastian smiled, thrusting forward in one slow, steady, frictionless penetration.
She took him from tip to base and everywhere in between!
The two were lost in this lewd act – staring deeply into eyes of one another, as Sebastian pumped in and out with a growing speed. She could feel his balls bump into her firm ass, a most pleasurable sensation, causing the rest of her body to bounce and jiggle from the impact. That's what Sebastian loved the most. Seeing her feminine figure move and jostle with each pounding. Totally under his control, powerless to stop him.
Moans of ecstasy filled the air! Growls of satisfaction grew louder and louder, with Brenda gripping at the nearby seats, unable to contain her joy. He was driving home his member over and over! Delivering untold rushes of pleasure. Brenda couldn't get enough of it! She loved how he grabbed hold of her body and pinned it into position, not letting her squirm or move away. She was his to claim! And she loved it...
But something wasn't right... She wanted, no, she needed more.
“Sebastian,” she panted mid-thrust.
“Yes?” He winked.
“Give me your seed. I want you for all you are... Give it to me!” Brenda sighed.
He paused for a moment, a little unsure.
“You want...”
“Yes,” she exclaimed. “I want you just like that!”
And here a wry smile formed on his face. “I don't know if you're qualified to handle it.”
“Sebastian...” Brenda said coldly (giggling on the inside), rolling her eyes at the joke.
“Sorry, sexy, just some doctor humor...”
Sebastian pulled his cock out, showing her just how much bigger he had gotten. All the horny girl could do was gasp with excitement. It was massive and she wanted it all!
“That's what I want, you sexy doctor! Give me your seed! I'll show you how bad I can be!”
“Oh, you're going to get this cock, all right...” He smiled, placing his shaft against her lips once more. Then he rammed forward, driving it home, hard and true.
“Oh my god!” Brenda screamed, feeling the true fullness this time.
It was unbelievable! How hot and sexy he was... the huge dick pleasuring her tight little hole... Those warm hands still groping at her body. The growls were louder than ever! And she loved him all the more for it.
Such a tremendous wet noise, as their sexual liquids met again and again with every pump and hump. It was here that Brenda felt that tingling sensation in her nether regions. She was nearing the point of orgasm! She knew it!
“Oh god, Sebastian...” She moaned, gripping his side.
“I'm taking you all the way, little girl,” he smiled, dipping his head down to lick her nipple with that lascivious tongue. How marvelous it felt on her nipple! Being pleasured on top and bottom... sensing his massive, throbbing member fucking her!
It was more than she could stand... and with that, the tiny girl felt her legs begin to twitch and quiver. She straightened her legs, tensing every muscle in her body in preparation for the big moment...
***
“Sebastian!” She shouted, just as he drove deeper than ever – and it was in this moment that Brenda felt the rush of sexual fluids exploding from her own pussy, spraying out against his cock.
“Oh god! I'm cumming!” The girl cried out, pulling him in close.
And indeed the was... the indescribable sensations all happening at once, her entire body one big pile of pleasure! She gasped and moaned, unable to control her convulsing body, so satisfied and gratified.
“I want you to have me,” Sebastian growled. “I want you to have me in you, now and forever...”
“What?” Brenda gasped, still reeling from her own orgasm.
“I want you to have my cum,” he whispered into her ear, still ramming his cock inside.
The tone of his voice was all it took to convince the girl. And in that moment she wanted it too! Badly and completely.
“Yes, Sebastian... oh god yes! Give me your cum! I want to feel it in me...”
“Grrrr!” The man grunted, once again pinning her to the seat.
He began to pump with a never before seen fury – his cock plowing into her slick hole over and over. Rocking her entire body (and much of the train).
“Arggg!” The stranger continued to moan, doing his best to use the innocent girl's body as his own. And then it happened...
Brenda could feel his cock pulsating inside her, even during mid- thrust. His big, throbbing shaft was ready to burst! The doctor himself knew this all too well... The feeling of tightness gripping his entire dick, culminating at the tip, knowing just one more pump would send his seed gushing out into the girl...
Pump...
He had done it! And just like that, the rush of white hot cum erupted from his cock, filling the tight woman's pussy! She could feel the burning heat of it all... Sebastian roared a mighty roar during the event, unable to control his primal urges of lust for the plumper.
“Oh my god Sebastian!” Brenda spoke, wrapping him up in her arms, and pulling him in close with her legs, not wanting to lose a drop.
The mysterious man fell forward onto her body, still pumping in and out of the girl to drain his member. The huge spurts of seed launching into her body, filly every inch of that pussy with white cum. It was the greatest moment of their lives... caught in this pose of wanton lust! Being filled by a he-man! Losing her virginity to the sexy fellow... It was all so perfect. Brenda had never felt so satisfied in her life, both mentally and physically. She had found her lover on this random train... a chance encounter, which would now be a life encounter.
“Do you think I'll be...” She questioned, staring meekly upward.
“Pregnant?” He laughed. “Well, judging by the amount of cum I just rammed into your uterus, my professional opinion is a resounding yes!”
And here they shared in a wanton laugh of satisfaction.
All of his sperm overflowing from her naughty hole, stuffed and fucked and filled... She would bear his seed and child in the coming months, this was undoubted.
“Oh god...” Sebastian moaned. “Aren't you glad you decided to stay on for this adventure?”
That sexy smile spread over his rugged face once more.
Brenda could only nod in agreement, still clutching his warm body as the final bits of cum squirted inside, emptying the last remnants of his liquid passion.
It was certainly the true adventure of a lifetime – and as always, just like that, things rarely go as planned in the world...
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 69
Chapter One
I’m not really sure how my roommate talked me into hot yoga.
I pushed myself further, really settling down into the stretch and tried to ignore how lewd the pose was.
I was a cheerleader less than a year ago, and now as a freshman in college it was like my body had lost so much of the training I’d poured into it. Frowning at myself, I pushed a little further and felt my body finally give into the stretch.
&
nbsp; Thank god.
Spring had started outside, the tall windows that lined half of the studio were showing off how breezy and cool it was. It looked like a dream out there, away from the pouring sweat and loud tacky music that played out of a boombox in the corner of the studio.
I groaned, surprising even myself, and my roommate shot me a look that told me I was definitely embarrassing her.
Blushing and looking away, I bit my lip.
The instructor changed positions, guiding us all into the new pose, and I tried to buckle down on it. I had to actually give this a try, college had been stressful so far and I needed to find a way to let go of all that anxiety.
I let myself stretch further than before, really going against the pain, and I could feel my body crying out from the strain. I pushed further, and further, trying to tell myself the pain was a good thing. This would be worth it in the long run, right? My body just has to get used to it, and then the next time I do it, it’ll be easier.
Steeling myself, I leaned even further into the pose.
I hit the mat so hard, on the way down, that I’m not sure how I didn’t knock myself out.
“Ow!” I cried out, sobbing at the spasming and pain in the back of my right thigh.
“Are you okay?” the yoga instructor asked, rushing over to me.
I was writhing, hissing in pain, and wasn’t sure what I’d just done.
“I think my leg cramped up,” I sobbed, gritting my teeth.
“Oh, god that has to hurt, why don’t you sit out the rest of the class, drink some water,” the instructor said, motioning to a couple seats in the side of the room.
“Okay,” I nodded, wiping tears off my face as I gathered my yoga mat and tried to convince myself into standing up.
That wasn’t going to happen.
I cringed, embarrassed, and the yoga instructor let me lean on her as she helped me over to the chairs.
“Do you want to go to the doctor? This seems a bit severe,” she started, I could tell she was trying to cover herself from getting sued. I frowned and shook my head.
“No, I’ll be fine,” I said, never feeling this before.
I really shouldn’t have stopped working out because I graduated high school, this was way too embarrassing. Almost half the class still had their eyes on me as they moved to the next pose. I looked away, staring out the window, and wished I had driven myself. I could only imagine the earful I was going to get from my roommate, on the way home, for embarrassing her.
Testing my leg, straightening my knee a little, a shooting pain erupted in my thigh that made me stop.
I grit my teeth and pulled out my phone.
God, how embarrassing.
Scrolling through my feed, I let myself disappear into social media.
Sleep that night was horrible.
To start with, I had to basically hop to get anywhere with this pain, and when I finally settled into bed for some escape, I couldn’t find a comfortable way to lay. I changed positions ten times, and even tried naming what countries I could think of alphabetically. Sleep kept its distance, and I was miserable.
“Becca, do you want a ride to class?” my roommate knocked on my door in the morning. I’d already missed my first class, we had my second one together. I started to move to get out of bed, not wanting to just lay around anymore, but my thigh sung out in such a sharp pain that I almost started crying again.
“No, thank you, I’m taking a sick day off,” I said, the guilt filled me quickly.
My parents had paid so much to send me here, and I didn’t miss a single day my first semester.
“Are you okay?” she asked after a moment.
“I’ll be fine, I just need to sleep this off,” I said, hoping I was right.
“If you need anything, text me,” she offered.
“Thanks Amber, I might,” I agreed.
I hoped it wouldn’t get to that point.
Rubbing my thigh gingerly, I hoped to god it would just fix itself.
***
Three days had passed.
Three, excruciatingly painful, days.
I turned off my car, staring down the doctor’s office.
He was the only sports therapist in town, and so I sought him out specifically.
If I was going to embarrass myself by telling someone I’d messed up my thigh during hot yoga, it had to be someone I knew would help me.
I’d googled about a dozen different search terms to figure out what happened.
Of course the internet immediately jumped to cancer, but once I scrolled through the obvious lies, most articles were saying I either pulled or tore my hamstring. A pull would go away in a couple days, a tear could be anywhere from a couple days to a few months without medical intervention.
It had been three days, no improvement.
I had worked during winter break, but I was hoping for that money to go towards replacing my junky car. If my insurance didn’t cover this, I could kiss the dreams of a new car goodbye.
I was having to psych myself up into going in.
I’d missed three days of class!
Three!
Luckily my classes were split up by the day of the week, so I only missed two lessons for three of my classes, and one lesson for my other class. I’d be able to recover from that in no time, it was still the beginning of the new semester.
I couldn’t miss any more.
Gritting my teeth, trying not to cry, I opened the door of my car and hobbled out.
I pushed the door of my car closed and stood there, leaning against it, for a couple minutes.
If I just got this over with, there’s a chance I could be walking out with ease.
I clung to that idea, and forced myself to walk forward.
More like stumble forward.
Moving slowly, trying to keep that leg straight, I made my way to the door of the office and pulled it open triumphantly.
The young man behind the desk looked up and smiled at me.
“Good morning, do you have an appointment?” he asked, watching me limp towards him.
“I do, Becca Gradford for nine,” I said, trying to swallow back tears.
“Just to confirm, can I have your birthdate?”
“Sure, July 6th, 2000,” I offered.
“Thank you, go ahead and have a seat and Doctor Moore will be right out,” he smiled, motioning to the seating area. I wanted to cry at the thought of moving again, but held it in.
No need to make a show of myself.
Pulling out my phone, I checked the time.
I’d gotten there fifteen minutes early.
I could have stayed in the car a little longer.
Sighing, I reminded myself why I’d left so early. If he could fix me up in time, there was a chance I could make it to my eleven o’clock class. I couldn’t afford to miss it anymore. I only had the biology course twice a week, but the class was a three hour block, and I would be missing six hours of it in just a week if I missed another day.
The math of it all was running through my mind, trying to figure out the best option for what I could do, so I didn’t even notice when a door behind the receptionist’s desk opened.
“Your nine o’clock is here,” the receptionist said softly, catching my attention.
“She’s early,” a deep voice replied. I couldn’t help but look up, wanting to see what face was responsible for that sexy voice. “Go ahead and send her back,” the man said, making eye contact with me.
Good god.
He was the most attractive man I’d ever seen.
His face was chiseled, but thick. Like a model who spent time pulling logs apart and fighting bears with his bare hands. His chin had a slight amount of stubble on it, just enough to look groomed and purposeful. His deep green eyes devoured my blue ones as we looked at eachother.
He had to be a full foot taller than me, granted I’m only five foot four, and I could tell that his button down shirt was hiding more than just a couple muscles.
Looking away, realizing that he could see me staring, I felt more embarrassed than I did in that yoga class.
“Actually, I’ve got this,” he said to the receptionist.
“I’m Doctor Moore,” he greeted me as he walked towards me.
“I’m Becca,” I said softly, unable to pull my eyes away from his face.
“What brings you here today, Becca?” he asked. His voice vibrated through me like thunder, and I couldn’t help but enjoy it.
“I think I pulled, or tore, my hamstring during yoga,” I admitted, embarrassed.
“Alright, we’ll figure that out and get you fixed up, are you able to walk?” he stopped a couple feet from me.
“Barely,” I bit the inside of my cheek and hoped to god he had a wheelchair stashed somewhere so that I wouldn’t have to walk on this cruddy leg.
“Here, you can lean on me for the walk back,” he offered. I shifted to stand. and he helped me the rest of the way up. His hands were warm on my bare arms, and I couldn’t help but soften against his touches as we started to walk to the back. I didn’t want to milk it, didn’t want to seem worse than I was, but I let myself relax and revel in his attention.
As we made it through the door, into a hallway, I was hyper aware of every touch.