1. The Other Stephen's Story


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Male Domination, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: stex, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    would show them. Some of them did just that. One particularly successful one was Amy, "AngelAmy. After she asked to be used for my pleasure, I arranged for her to come visit. She made good sport. As she stepped across the threshold, I extended my hand and she took it, expecting a handshake. I took her arm and bent it up behind her back, "Ow! Let go of me!" Her pleas merely excited me more, I marched her to the crystal dining table and she was bent over it. Her skirt was a pleasing yellow mini-skirt, it hardly covered anything. This mode of dress was a pleasing development of the past few decades. Her briefest of breif white drawers provided no barrier as they abandoned her bum. My manhood was soon freed from his prison and found a new home in Amy's womanly place, she was ready for me. I thrust vigorously, her moans of pain from my abuse of her arm, blended into moans of passion. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Her moan became screams and her body danced to her passion, then she was still. I did not let her rest, I pulled her to her feet and reached around to undo the buttons on her jacket. The jacket had seemed rather incongruous and masculine, such as a man might wear. I pulled her jacket down to her elbows, immobilizing her, this brought her brassiere strap into view, so I unhooked that. I marched her over to the couch, there I took her jacket and brassiere, leaving her standing clad in just the yellow miniskirt. The brassiere was lacy, looking quite fetching, I wondered if I ...
    should have left it on. She was now standing in just her miniskirt, appearing most wanton. She inflamed my passion greatly. She had not quite regained her sensibilities and looked stunned at the turn of events. I sat down, my manhood was standing proud. I looked sternly at her and at my manhood. She understood my intent and knelt in front of me, taking me into her mouth. This maybe my favorite aspect of the twenty-first century. I gloried in the act. To soon I had to decide whether to broadcast my seed into her mouth, or to break the spell she was casting on me. I broke the spell, roughly I shoved her onto the couch, I took my position between her thighs and thrust my manhood back into its rightful home. Again she moaned and screamed and danced. Again she was reaching her climax. I let her passion feed mine and shot my broadside into her. I collapsed onto the couch, adjacent to the supine Amy, to await the return of my wits. Amy opened her vacant eyes, then focused on me. "Wow! Thank you. You can do that to me any time." Then she snuggled up to me. "You merely have to ask, and I will be pleased to use you again." She sighed. I made further use of her talented mouth that evening. This time I felt this was a suitable place to broadcast my seed to. - I continued to observe the stock pricing, both the fruit and coffee hit the next predicted value on the same day in mid July. It was a Friday, I was anxious over the weekend waiting for the markets to reopen to fulfill first my sell ...
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