1. F.M.B.


    Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BelleFleure, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    behind, each responsible for adding a tributary to the stream that trickled down my thighs to the bed. He sawed his hardness into me relentlessly, the pent up self-denial of the day finally awarded an outlet. I don't know which of us needed it more. All I could be sure of was that neither of us were going to last much longer. I was becoming overwhelmed and sensed he was too, his strong hands kneading my hips roughly as he pounded. The angle our bodies made ensured his thrusts glanced off parts of me that I adored being rubbed. A delightful internal massage that complemented the rawness of our dirty liaison, building on the filthy texts we'd exchanged. The hours of sexual torment consummated in such a beautifully unrefined display of physical need. A finger at my rear pressed insistently. I relaxed, letting him slip inside and redoubled my efforts to fuck him, my second orgasm surfacing. With his free hand he grabbed my hair, yanked my head back and used the anchor to ride me wildly. "I've wanted you all fucking day," he snarled. "And now I'm going to come in your slutty wet pussy." I moaned my acceptance, feeling his pumping become erratic immediately preceding a roar as his load filled me. I watched, mesmerised in the mirror as his head tipped back, before thrusting against him hard. I froze, coming with him, barely able to watch my mouth twitching with pleasure as heat tore through my body and our explosions collided. There's nothing quite like orgasm. Popping candy in my ...
    brain every few seconds, conducting a symphony to which I alone know the tune. It takes a short while to ramp up fully and then paralyses me with a delicious connectedness. As if every hair follicle is a receptor that channels the energy of the room and of him directly into my veins. The best thing is that, although the initial burst is over all too briefly, the tail keeps on giving, sometimes for hours. I can drift afterwards, even while performing mundane tasks like shopping, re-living the moment of climax to a lesser extent many times over. But there was nothing mundane about our most recent act. My insides were alive, despite being emotionally drained from the climax. I wanted more, my inner slut energised. More bucking, more spanking, more unrestrained cries, more suffocating orgasms as his hot, fat cock invaded my wettest, tightest places. He made me feel new. My mind reeled, alert. I pictured us rounding out the evening in the sumptuous room, him peeling off my dress leaving me in nothing but the boots, finishing with the bottle on ice by the coffee table, giggling like teenagers. Maybe once he'd recovered he'd take me roughly there too, draped on my back across the low furniture, tipping the bubbling liquid over my tits, sucking and lapping it up as he pounded into me. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he could pour the effervescing liquid over my boots and clean it up with his talented tongue. An expensive luxury, but oh so worth it. Maybe after being covered in ...
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