1. Stifling by SITTING


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    laugh that felt as beautiful and dangerous as a lion’s purr. “No. I like you sweating. Gasping.” “Please.” “No.” My hands slipped against the glass as he pushed forward, and I had to hurry to catch myself. He pushed me up tighter against the window, so my torso was flush against the glass, everything warm and damp. He was pushing against my ass, making me remember the sting of the spanking and his cock was slowly but surely insinuating its way inside me. I shut my eyes, forcing myself to relax, to let it happen, half-afraid I’d freak and shut him out. He went slowly, as if mocking me, inch by painstaking inch. He felt so thick inside me, stretching me wide. Once he was in, he pulled back and started building towards a rhythm. One of his hands leaned against the window next to mine. I stared at it. It seemed so much bigger than mine. I wanted to touch it, to hold it, to feel it against every inch of me. My own hand looked so small and clean. Robbie’s had smears of paint on it. Was he still working at that furniture factory? Why did it even matter? The steady glide of his cock had quickened into something more urgent. His arm was wrapped tight around my waist, pulling me back to meet every thrust. I could feel him, hard and throbbing inside me and I couldn’t help gasping out every time he pushed fully in. “You’re so fucking tight,” Robbie said, and it sounded like his teeth were clenched. “Fuck.” I shuddered out a breath as he settled into a fast, punishing rhythm. I couldn’t ...
    catch my breath. I had never been fucked in such a way before. Everything had been gentle, communicative. This was all Robbie. My arms and legs ached and I couldn’t move away even if I’d wanted to. I knew there were sounds coming from my mouth but even I didn’t understand them. Robbie was breathing hard, sucking in air and as he pounded into me, he let go of my waist and caught my hair in a ponytail, pulling my head back. His mouth was on my neck, biting and sucking, his voice muffled against my skin. “You fucking like that? Is this what you wanted?” His body smacked against mine, the same body I’d dreamed of for months. Muscle, skin, flesh and bones. For every time I’d thought of him, a scenario like the one I was in had never occurred to me. I thought I knew him, I thought I understood the kind of person he was. And I was wrong. He was almost the opposite of what I’d thought. But I was still there. I was still fucking him. How could my opinions of what was acceptable have changed in one night for the sake of one man? Robbie let out a hiss and I thought he was about to finish but he stopped suddenly, his cock completely buried inside me. “What are you doing?” I gasped. “You want more?” There was humour in his voice. “Ask nicely.” I stared, dazed and silent out of the window. “You don’t?” Robbie started to pull out and I clenched around him reflexively. “Don’t! I mean I – please. Carry on.” “Why?” I shut my eyes. “Because I like it.” “Why’d you like it?” I groaned. “Oh my god. ...
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