1. Hard Candy


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 100, Source: sexstories.com

    flat against my skin, licking your way up my breast, sucking my collar bone and leaving teeth marks along my neck before your tongue flicks the underside of my chin. I tilt my face toward yours and soon your tongue is pushing past my lips. Your mouth seems to smother my gasps. “I need to fuck you again,” you assert moments later, as you press your wet lips to my ear. I am helpless in your grip, moving forward against your cock and trying to relieve the unbearable pressure of your fingers inside me. The water is pouring down my back now. It becomes a steady stream between the soaked fabric of my ruined shorts and the cleft of my ass. It drips from the lower edges of torn fabric, making me feel like I’ve pissed myself as your free hand comes up to grip my throat, forcing me to look at you. Your eyes are filled with a dark kind of lust and I barely recognize them. “You want me to fuck you, babydoll?” Your voice is taunting me, the muscles of your lower jaw working in and out, anticipating my response. My words are barely audible, like a sob torn from my throat. “Yeah, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard.” “Yeah? Harder than I just did?” I know it’s absolutely the wrong thing to say, given the deep ache inside my already ravaged orifice. When it comes to you, however, I am a pleasure masochist. “Yes, fuck me harder.” You moan as though in disbelief at how much I can crave the kind of abuse you are only too eager to dole out. “Why should I fuck you harder,” you ...
    tease, your cock still throbbing against my wet thigh. “Huh? Why? I want to hear you say the words.” I look into your eyes, defiant, insolent. “Because I’m your fucking whore,” I choke out. “I want you to wreck my little pussy.” “Yeah?” I can see your desire and excitement and the grip on my neck tightens. “You’d better get down there and clean that cock if you want me to fuck you. You love sucking dick, don’t you, pretty girl.” “Yes.” “Say it again.” “Yes, fuck yes. I want to suck it. Please…” My voice is barely a girlish whimper but I can feel the aggressive heat of my cunt, desperate to be filled up, and it's anything but submissive. I have my own needs that now seem just as intense as yours. You roughly kiss my lips as your fingers squeeze my neck, my mouth opens and you spit inside it. The slippery wetness of your saliva is still on my tongue as you push me down on my knees in the shower. I use it to lubricate your cock as I begin to lick along the shaft, keeping my eyes trained on yours. The warm water and my eager mouth cleans and prepares your cock. I can’t resist pushing my fingers up into my pussy at the same time, finger fucking myself, imagining how good it’s going to feel. When you finally pull me up, you turn me around as though your impatience is growing. You position me, putting both of my hands flat against the wall and bending me at the waist, instructing me to arch my back. Your hand brands itself against the soft flesh of my ass again and again. It stings ...