by Sofia Connor
Oh God! He was right. The fear the thought inspired was almost enough to bring her to her sense but then she felt his arm reach underneath her and his finger began rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. Any thought of stopping him vanished as her body mounted to another orgasm. She felt herself pushing back against him.
"That's it dirty girl, fuck me back and make me cum inside you."
Her body began shaking violent as she felt his thrusts quicken. She cried out loudly as wave after wave of pleasure overcame her. In the midst of this pleasure she felt him erupt inside of her, painting her womb with his semen. A stranger's cum. The thought overwhelmed her and she passed out.
When she came to, he was gone. She climbed to her wobbly legs and felt the stickiness on her thighs. She pressed her hand against her head, which throbbed with the pain of excess. A note lay on the bed.
"Give your husband my regards, Rick"
The End.
Good Girl
"You're doing a wonderful job."
"Sir?" I look over the top of my glasses at you as I put the files away.
You grin at me as I close the drawers, "You're keeping my office so organised and tidy! I'm going to have to think of some way to reward you...."
I roll my eyes at you, "Sir, its my job, I don't need to be rewarded for doing my job." As I bend down to open one of the drawers I hear you chuckle.
"You're such a good girl."
I pause. "Sir?" I try to keep my voice steady, but it sounds like a squeak rather than confidence. I rummage around in the drawer, attempting to buy some time to compose myself.
"I said, you're such a good girl..."
Each word drips off your lips like its coated in velvet, all soft and rough; a deep rumble in your throat.
My knees start to shake. I close my eyes and get ready to compose myself and stand up.... and feel you come up behind me...
Your hands encircle my waist, thumbs rubbing either side of my spine as you step close, bringing your body flush with mine. I reach up to steady myself against the filing cabinet, arching my back as your hands slide under my skirt, pushing it up over my arse...
You growl approvingly at what you see... Stockings and a barely there g-string...
You rub yourself up against me, I can feel your cock through your pants, hard and hot against my bare skin... I bite my lip and close my eyes as I push back against you.
Your hands tighten around my waist pulling me more firmly against you, your foot against the inside of mine, pushing my legs apart. You slide your hand down over my arse, slipping it between my legs to run a finger over the material of my g-string...
You growl again, your finger coming away damp. "You. Are. Such. A. Good. Girl." Each word punctuated by you thrusting against me... You slide your hand back between my legs, and pull the flimsy material aside, your fingers rubbing the flesh underneath...
My breath catches as you slide a finger into me, and my aching wet cunt spasms around it. You thrust into me a few more times, rubbing your wet finger over the plump lips and back up and over my tight little rosebud... You push against it with your finger, and I let out a low moan...
"Whore."
You spit the word out... Hard. Harsh.
I shudder.
I hear you slide the zip of your trousers down, and can only imagine what your cock looks like. I feel you rub the thick tip of it along my cunt, coating it in the wetness that drips from it. You push it against me, the head pops past and your thick hard cock fills me completely.
I whimper softly and clench hard around your cock... Your hands grip my hips and pull me more firmly onto your cock.
You begin to thrust slowly, long smooth strokes, stretching me apart, your hands pulling me against you...
I thrust back against you, matching your strokes, using my muscles to squeeze you tight. You pick up the pace, thrusting faster, harder, the sound of skin against skin gets louder...
Soft sounds fall from my lips, matching your pounding... I feel hot, light-headed, my knees start to tremble... all I can focus on is the feeling of your cock stretching me apart.
You groan and your cock swells, your breathing loud and erratic... the trembling spreads from my knees and up my body as my impossibly tight cunt spasms, clenching even tighter around you... I moan loudly and my knees give out.
You catch my hips and whilst still buried inside me, you drop to the floor with me. You stay still for a moment, relishing the feel of my muscles spasming and trembling. I whimper, face buried in my arms, facedown on the floor.
"Good girl..."
Its a whisper, soothing, calming...
You begin to thrust again, hard, fast... My hands grip the floor as you pound into me. Faster, harder, one hand pulling my hips, the other pushing me down onto the floor.
I whimper, I moan, I beg you to fuck me harder... I beg you to come inside me...
Your cock swells impossibly large inside me, and you groan loudly... I feel you jerk and spasm inside me as you thrust a few more times... You slow... and with a final thrust that makes me shudder, you stop...
You lean forward, still buried inside me and whisper in my ear... Its a gentle loving caress...
"Good girl..."
The End.
Wrong
His hand pushed down against my spine, holding me flat to the mattress. As I turned my head to look round at him he thrust downwards, pressing me deeper into the springs. My heart thudded heavily. For a moment I was so intently aware of the air against my exposed skin, the shock of cool hitting wet that I shivered. It drew a groan from him. A low and desperate sound.
Unseen I heard the pop of a plastic lid. It dropped softly against the carpet. Then the wet slurp of ointment being scooped out. My body tingled all the way to my toes. Fear, sharp and sudden blossomed, this was going to hurt. All the talk of taboo and dirty seemed less arousing with the possibility of actual pain. My breath choked in my throat as I fought for a way to phrase a refusal. Words that would decline but not kill the headiness of arousal.
The slap to my buttocks stole my thoughts. Leaving only the heat and sting across softly jiggling skin. Again and again. My breath stopped. My cunt wept. My brain whipped wildly between wanting and not wanting.
Just when I'd adjusted to the rhythm of slap and wait he pressed his cock to my hole. My body was too lost in the rough and tumble of restrained force to voice an objection. My fingers dug into the quilt below me. I was wrestling with the idea of twisting, turning and rolling out from under him but he rested his weight on me, pinning me firmly.
His cock head pulsed against my arsehole. One, twice, I began to shake my head, no, but he thrust downwards. So hard and so fast, his cock so thickly greased, that my body opened for him in a way it never had before. Thick, thick, swollen meat filled my unused hole, so thoroughly that I squeaked in shock. My taut anal muscle rang hot with the force. I gasped, too shocked to interpret any sensation. His cock was thicker than it had ever been, feeling more like a fist. It sat deep inside me, pulsing with forbidden promise. My muscles were stinging. My body jerked under his in an attempt to reject his invasion. He groaned and hissed through his teeth. Shockingly his cock seemed to grow. It pulsed and thickened even further. His thighs shuddered as they pressed against mine.
Just when I thought he was in as deep as he could go he pressed down and opened me up another inch, then two. I gasped. He groaned. It was in my head to push him off, the shock so encompassing, then I breathed out and realised that though it hurt it was not the hurt of my fears.
My arse did hurt, it burned and pulsed with the abuse of the invasion, but the heat moistened my cunt beyond it regular slickness. I could feel my arousal sliding down my thighs. I made a soft helpless sound, trapped between my pain and my desire. Unable to decide.
I didn't have to. He chose for me. With a roar of masculine need he pulled back a fraction, grazing his cock against the sensitive wall of my arse, then he shoved down with his hips with a ferocity that overwhelmed
me. His cock speared deep into my arse. It felt like his arm and not his cock was fucking me. My hole was so narrow, so tight, that his cock was magnified proportionately. It delved like a punch that kept coming until it felt like acres of cock ploughed all the way to my throat.
The sensation was so strong, so wrong, that I cried out. He stopped, held himself still so that the only movement was the thud of his pulse. That pulse was so strong, so deeply buried in me, that I moaned and stretched beneath him. Rolling my spine so that my buttocks pushed upwards towards him, a small encouragement that didn't go a miss.
He took advantage of my raised hips and slipped his hand between my legs. Two fingers slid into my wet sex. Orgasm hit like a sledgehammer. I rocked and groaned, helpless beneath him. With a growl he added two more fingers, stretching open my pulsing cunt and force-feeding my body with sensation. His heat surrounded me, invaded me, and coaxed me. Whichever way I turned I was assailed by yet more. Arching upwards would rasp my shoulders with his chest hair, straining away from his fingers forced his cock deeper into my aching arse, and peeling away from his cock impaled me on his fingers. I rocked in sensational oblivion. My body so alive to every touch that I could only shake and tremble, my mouth too disconnected from my brain to form words.
He waited until the climax subsided. Until I was shivering weakly, panting. I could feel the tension of his intention but lacked the awareness to prepare for it. A fingernail grazed the hard bud of my nipple and as my body jerked in reaction he pulled away from me. His cock seemed to stretch my arse on its way out almost as much as its entry. The feeling so unexpected that I had barely registered that when he thrust back in. Stiffening beneath him at the fierce lunge, my muscles tensing in protest, his fingers bunched inside my cunt spread wide open, stretching those muscles from within.
As I grew accustomed to the feeling of being stretched so taut the pain lessened and was replaced by the sensation of him sliding his greased cock along the walls of my arse. It was not somewhere that had been tickled before and felt something like a blow to the funny bone, painful and strange all at once. With the understanding that this was not true pain, not unbearable, I relaxed more deeply and was assailed by the sensation of his cock rubbing the length of that tight, tight space. His breathing deepened and that triggered yet another sensation. The knowledge that my body was going to make him cum. I felt the tension in his thighs, the stiffening of his cock, the burrowing of his fingers and the shuddering of his breath on my shoulder.
"Dirty little bitch." He hissed.
I smiled at the words, couldn't stop myself. They were not pleasant ones but from his lips they were the highest of compliments. Worth more than all the goddesses and angels in the world. Better still I felt dirty, his fat swollen cock pumping grease into my arse. It didn't matter how liberated I was it felt wrong. And when something felt this wrong it had to be right.
I ground down against his hand, demanding, urging, his fingers probed deep inside me, ripping another orgasm from my body. It was too much for him; he gave a bellow, one of shock and triumph. With a painful grinding of his hips he pumped thick streams of hot cum into my arse whilst I shook and spasmed beneath him, my own pleasure heightened by his.
I sighed and stretched my arms above my head, my body pulsing with satisfaction. "Ok you were right. I do like anal. That means you get to watch the sports channel."
He snorted with laughter and slapped a palm across my bum. "I don't know why you argue with me, we haven't found anything that you don't like yet."
The End.
Sharing Lily with Louis
I had been dating my girlfriend for almost 3 years when we came to a turning point: our first threesome. My girlfriend's about 5'5" and had a beautiful body. Nice big, perky tits and the most amazingly sexy smile.
She took me by the hand and pulled me through the door into the bedroom. Behind us, Louis came in and shut the door, making sure to lock it. He turned and looked at us, smiling and licking his teeth, as was his habit. I smiled back and Lily giggled. She stepped up on her toes and kissed me deeply, weaving her tongue with expert moves around mine and between my lips. Louis moved to the big king-sized bed and started pulling the covers loose, before sitting down on the edge of it to watch us. I was a little nervous, but Lily kept me focused, and I started caressing her, grabbing her ass and grinding her against my crotch as she started moaning and continued sucking and biting my lips. I moved my hands up under her top and removed it, revealing her bra and, more importantly, her beautiful tits. Though they were still covered, Louis let out a small "wow" at the sight. I smiled at that, and turned her around so her ass was against my crotch, and her front was facing Louis on the bed, now visibly turned on. I continued to caress her and started massaging her tits, and tracing my hand down her stomach to slide a couple of fingers down her pants. Lily closed her eyes, and moaned, moving her hand up to grab me by the scruff of my neck as she continued to grind her ass against me. My hand moved further down and reached her pussy which I cupped and started rubbing gently, to the visible enjoyment of both Louis and Lily. She bit her lip and moaned loudly, and started pushing her tits together and playing with them. At length she opened her eyes and looked straight at Louis,
"It's allowed to masturbate, you know," she said, with a wicked smile, "I'll be seeing your cock soon anyway."
Louis chuckled nervously and started running his hand over his crotch. With this, she suddenly detached herself from me and kissed me again, before telling me to join Louis on the bed.
"Take off your pants boys, if you want a show."
We complied, removing our jeans and socks, before sitting back down to look at a very pleased Lily. She winked at me, and started dancing slowly, moving her body like only a girl can, and slowly teasing her jeans off to match us.
"Now remember, a couple of rules," she said, still stripping as we stared at her beautiful body, "you boys are here for me, so you have to respect my desires," we nodded, "when I say stop, you stop, when I say go," as she spoke she slid her jeans down and turned around so we could see her big, round ass slowly appearing, and stuck it out, bending over for our viewing pleasure, "you go."
She slid them all the way off and stood up again, facing us in nothing but her underwear.
"Secondly, always wear a condom, otherwise you're not allowed. We don't want to risk you cumming in me."
At this Louis looked a little disheartened, but I had no pity for him; I had never cum inside her, and if I had to wear one every time Lily and I had sex, so would he.
"Well guys, if you're hard don't be shy, I want to see what you're packing," she said, with another one of her trademark mischievous smiles, before approaching us slowly and tracing a finger up and down her stomach. Louis and I shared a glance and I started by taking off my shirt, which Louis followed up and then we stopped again.
"Wow, Louis, you've got quite the bod'," Lily said, to which I felt a twinge of jealousy for her attention to him, "but come on guys, I wanna see you!"
"Well, let's see you first," said Louis, and again my jealousy twitched at the way he was talking to her and making demands. Lily however, didn't mind at all, but sighed a little theatrically to give a show of resistance, before getting down on her hands and knees and crawling the remaining distance between us and her. When she got to us she laid a hand on Louis' thigh, and kept it there for a little, squeezing him ever so slightly. His cock jumped and Lily winked at him, before sitting back on her haunches and letting us take in the view of her amazing chest and body. From habit, I reached down and grabbed my now rock-hard dick, and massaged it tentatively through my boxers. Louis, still amazed, followed suit, but actually pulled his cock out and started rubbing it. To my embarrassment (and slight surprise) his dick fully erect was a sizable amount bigger than mine: thicker, and at least a full two inches longer. Lily was caressing herself as we stared but when Louis revealed his dick I saw her eyes hungrily taking it in, and she chose that moment to start biting her lower lip and to moa
n, and, as she pulled her bra down and played with her hard nipples, her eyes locked on his dick.
Again I felt slighted at her seemingly have forgotten about me, who was supposed to be her boyfriend, at the sight of Louis' big dick. Lily moaned in anticipation and reached round to unhook her bra and smiled again with knowing wickedness as he continued to stroke it, the precum already making it glisten. Her eyes seemed fixed on him and him alone, and my stomach did a summersault as she released her boobs and crept closer again to us, except that she moved from between us to sit in front of Louis, and kissed him on the knees, before moving to his inner thighs. He looked at me in amazement and smiled, stifling a groan as Lily moved closer and closer to his cock. I gazed darkly as she righted herself and looked up at Louis, before leaning in and kissing him on the lips, her hanging tits brushing his cock head as her hand moved towards it, his dick now standing straight and almost covered in precum. She thumbed his cock head as they hungrily made out, their tongues visibly intertwined, and then she released him, lowered her head, and kissed his dick as her hands and tits rested on his thighs. She took him in, slowly, just about two inches down, at which he moaned and grabbed a handful of her hair. By the look on Louis' face, Lily was swirling her tongue around before she let go again with a contented smile on her face. Louis almost passed out from the intensity and he just sat there quietly as Lily sat back again, playing with her nipples for him.
By now I was almost seething with embarrassment and jealousy, and I was about to speak when Lily said, "Louis, you stud, I never knew what an amazing dick you had," licking her lips.
He smiled and produced a nervous laugh, "well then why'd you stop?" He let the words hang. She winked and smiled, "I think Sam is getting a little jealous." I was unsure how to react so I just smiled, my spirit somewhat deflated. As strange as it was to admit it though, seeing Lily servicing another guy was somehow incredibly sexy, and, despite my jealousy, I was quite turned on. She smiled sweetly as she shuffled over to me and started pulling off my boxers. I complied and soon I sat there completely naked, more than either of them. Somehow this made me feel like they still had that as a connection, despite the fact that she was now stroking my dick, as I sat there naked and at her mercy. As Lily stroked my dick, which by now seemed comparatively small, she reached up and cupped my balls gently, tickling them with her nails.