1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 6: Velvet, Double D Coffee


    Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Male / Females, Male/Female, Prostitution, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    degradation of being used by this old man inflamed my lusts like the bellows of a forge, stoking my passions until the bliss consumed all my nerves. “Filthy goddamn whore! Did you just cum on my cock?” “Yes!” I screamed, my insides still being consumed by my climax, fanned by his powerful thrusts churning over and over through me. Orgasm after orgasm raged inside me, rippling bliss through every nerve I possessed. His intercom buzzed. The chief pressed a button. “What?” he gasped. The pregnant cop's voice rang with a metallic tin from the speaker as she answered, “Chief, your wife's on the line 2.” The chief buried his cock to the hilt in my snatch. He let out a soft, moaning grunt. “Thank you, Mallory.” He released the button and gave my ass a stinging slap. “Not a peep, whore.” “No, chief,” I answered. He pumped his cock in and out of me, a slow and steady rhythm as he reached for the phone. I glanced again at the picture filling up my sight. His wife had been beautiful thirty years ago, almost glowing in her white dress. “Hey, Bev,” he answered. “Uh-huh. Sure.” Another orgasm burst through me and I clamped my mouth shut. I felt so sexy; he'd rather fuck me than talk to his wife. It should be her bent over this desk with his dick inside her cunt. I was a thief, taking her husband's lust all for myself—I loved every second of it. “Okay. I'll stop by the store. No, no, I won't forget the milk. All right? I love you too, Bev. Bye.” He went back to the powerful thrust, ...
    slamming into my pussy after hanging up. He was so cool and collected. I clearly wasn't the first woman he has cheated on his wife with. I wonder who the other's were. Maybe Mallory, the pregnant cop. Wouldn't it be wicked if she was carrying his love child? “Fucking whore!” he grunted. His thrusts grew erratic, losing the steady and powerful rhythm. His hands gripped my hips and he hammered with desperate strokes. If he would let me look over my shoulder, I would see his face contorting in the moments before he spilled his cum inside me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groaned as his cock erupted into me. I loved that moment. “Damn, she's good.” I was full of sticky sperm when he pulled out. The old guy must have pumped a gallon of his jizz inside my hole. I sucked in a breath as he finally let me stand up. He grabbed my discarded shirt and wiped his wet dick on it, buttoned himself up, and tossed me my dirty top. “See you next Monday, whore,” the chief said and sat down on his chair. He was calm and collected now. I barely could tell he had just fucked me. “You were fucking amazing, Velvet,” Chris praised once we climbed into the cab of his beat-up, old Ford F-150 pickup truck. “That old bastard went to town on you. How many times did you cum?” “I lost track,” I answered with a smile, reaching out to stroke his rock hard cock through his blue jeans. “Fuck it was hot!” His eyes fell on my huge knockers straining at my stained cowboy shirt. He push his seat back all the way. “I could really ...