1. West Coast Games - Part Two: The Free Fall


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    too hard, I would withdraw abruptly, leaving her sputtering and gasping. I’d grab both sides of her head and lean in to kiss her hard, almost violently, tasting her salty tongue. Her eyes would be wide as she struggled to catch her breath beneath the crush of my mouth and it was in those moments that I would drive my cock back inside her. “Oh fuck yes,” she’d sob. “Give it to me harder.” “Harder than this?” I would groan, giving her the full brunt of my thrusts until her pussy almost felt swollen around my thick shaft. We would be sweating, skin flushed red, and still she would torment me with that filthy mouth. “Treat me like a slut, Leo. I want you to fuck me raw. Then I want you to use that belt to spank me. I’m just going to stay here, naked all day and all night for you, and you can make me do whatever you want. I won’t say no.” Roxy awoke darker fantasies in me, and with them came a different kind of sexual release. It had quickly become addictive. Of course, it didn’t help that there was no off-switch with her. For all the girls that I’d known before her that fed off long intimate dinners, soft kisses and tender words, she had delighted in giving me the exact opposite. A license to fulfill every dirty fantasy I’d ever had. I would come home from work to her waiting for me, kneeling naked on a silver leash, letting me own her tongue until dawn. We would take long kinky showers where she would let me fill her mouth with piss and I would watch it spill past her lips ...
    and run down the valley between her breasts. She had called it a sexual communion because she swore she loved me that much. On any given day, I could pick up my cellphone at the office and find an array of hardcore photos she’d snapped just for me that morning. It almost made it worth having her home all day and not out looking for a job. Then there was the full out anger fucks. How many times had we done it? How had I not realized how hot it was before Roxy? I had spent hours fucking her ass in every conceivable position and place. Inevitably, that’s how she wanted it when she was bad. Bent over and panting, until that little muscular ring was suitably punished. Later, I’d spend hours soothing it with my tongue, amid apologies for our verbal sword fights. And she would crawl into my space at night, running her fingers along the scratches on my pecs left by her little claws. Her soft lips would find my ear as she nestled into my arms. “Baby, I think next time you need to go harder.” She was one long puzzling mindfuck, my Roxy. Maddening, even. At the time, I couldn’t tell if I was fucking her or if she was the one that was fucking me. *** Things took a sharp turn on Valentine’s Day. The usual cinnamon candy artifice was lost on Roxy. I knew she was beyond sentimental tokens or easy romance. Roses weren’t her thing and she swore chocolate would go straight to her thighs. We’d be going out that night – her style - along with a trip to LA to visit one of her favorite upscale ...
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