1. Missing Time


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: TheTravellingMan, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    above the collar line. One, two, three, four violent love bites, he could even see the bruises made by teeth. “Oh my fucking God!” Framed by silk stockings and suspenders, there was a vivid red butterfly tattoo on her inner thigh. He remembered Stella’s invitation and he liked everything he saw, her new tattoo and her lingerie. Her smooth puffy cunt, her pink slit glistening with wetness and feeling the surge of animal desire. Writhing, squirming against him, and slipping over each other as they gasped wildly for air. Encouraging him for more, wanting it harder and with his body – he gave it to her. Hot and sweaty, wrapped together in a strong embrace, the painful clench of nails clawing at him. Climaxing together and shooting deeply into her, feeling ecstasy suffused with pain. Necking down a couple of aspirin, he closed the cabinet door and turned his back to the mirrored front. Craning his neck to see, etched over his back were the livid scarlet scratch marks of their congress. “Jesus!” Stella must have been possessed and he had encouraged her. They had fucked plenty of times before but never like this. Alone, bewildered at his predicament and carrying the damage of his night with her - it was either fight or flight. He chose flight. Dazed and absent-mindedly, he made his way back to the bedroom. He noticed that his clothes were scattered down the hallway, shoes in the distance then his jacket, dress shirt, trousers, briefs and socks all crumpled before him. Pressing him ...
    against the closed front door, her frantic hands roamed all over him. Trying to strip him, they rolled each other against the wall to assert themselves. Pulling the zip of her dress down and watching it fall to the floor; her hands pushed off his jacket and pulled his shirt from his body. Tugging at his trousers and pulling his underwear from him, he was naked. Firmly gripping his hard cock, she led him by it to the bedroom. He stood at the bedroom door and surveyed the room for any hint of a clue. He spied it with alarm, there clashing with the tasteful décor was a vibrant blue dildo on the nightstand. Startled, his need for flight pounded through him with a malevolence he could not overcome. Easing the toy from her with her arse in the air, sobs punctured the silence as he pushed his cock into her tightest hole. Pulling with his strong arms, his loins slapped against her and he impaled her on his rampant cock. Violating her arse, pushing her down on the bed, he sawed his cock into her as she begged him for more. Next to the toy, there was a small note propped against the bedside lamp. Make yourself at home, aspirin in the bathroom cabinet. Will be back at 12. S. He looked at the post-script. P.S. You were incredible. Whatever recompense it was, it was not enough. His need to run away was too strong an instinct to resist. He spied the alarm clock – it was barely past eleven. In a pathetic exhibition of gallantry, he scribbled under the note. Had to go, sorry. No pressies for ...
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