Mourning Sex 2 - Sex Stories

Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX Stories

Sex Stories Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fantasy, Incest, Hardcore, First Time, Dark Fantasy, Young, Group Sex, True Story, Romance, Masturbation, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Teen, Erotica, Lesbian, Mature, Bi-sexual, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Virginity, Taboo, Humiliation, Female/Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Threesome, Bondage and restriction, Gay, School, Voyeurism, Non-consensual sex, Cruelty, Love Poems, Violence, Teen Male / Female, Ass to mouth, Coercion, Wife, Male / Females, Job/Place-of-work,

Mourning Sex 2

Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

accentuated the petite lines of her shoulders, the perkiness of her breasts, and the hourglass flair of her waist and hips. The top buttons of her blouse were undone, and if she turned as we spoke, I could see inside it well enough to describe the lace of her bra. Her skirt displayed her hips and ass nicely, and ended just above her knees. Her legs were well shaped, and although her shoes were relatively low heeled, they were exceptionally shiny. I hoped that I was not too obvious in checking her out. "Sir, I would like to explain something before we get started," she said coolly. "Sure," I agreed. "I have a list of questions and some instructions, and I can't say that I like either." She was reading through some paperwork in her hand. "These questions have absolutely nothing to do with our client, as near as I can tell. And the instructions are absurd. It says here that I am to come on to you, and to try to lead you on. I am to gauge your receptivity to my advances." She looked up from the paperwork and stared directly into my eyes. The temperature in the room dropped fifteen degrees with that look. "I have no interest in you, and I refuse to follow these instruction. I am asking that you answer these questions, and at the end, I want you to say you barely noticed me, because you are here for your friend." "Okay," I answered, trying not to shiver. Her eyes never left mine. "Have you two had sexual intercourse?" she asked without blinking. "Uh, wow," I thought. "Yes," I ... answered. "On more than one occasion?" "Barely," I thought. "Yes," I said aloud. "Would you describe those occasions as being mostly initiated by you or by her?" She read that one from her paper. "I would say we're pretty close to even on that," I said with a smile. She remained icy cool. I noticed that she didn't write anything down. She read from the paper again. "On the occasions that she initiated sexual intercourse, did she ever implicate additional incentives?" "What do you mean? Like dinner? Or promises of more sex? No?" She ignored my questions. "Do you believe that the sexual intercourse you shared with her was mutually satisfying?" "Yes," I answered with a big smile. She couldn't have cared less. "Do you believe that she feels the same way?" "Yes, I should think so." "A lot of women fake it," she said. I don't think that was on her papers. She seemed to be looking past the paper, at nothing. Her eyes slowly came up to mine again. They were still icy cold. "How do you know that she was satisfied?" she asked. There was something suspicious about these questions. I suddenly felt the need to conceal the fact that I had not known Cindy for very long, and that we really had only had sex twice. I hoped that this woman thought I was considering this last question. "I have seen Cindy masturbate to her own satisfaction. I have given her satisfaction equal to that. I have also taken her beyond that point, to a place where her body was too overcome with sensations to allow for her ...