1. Liquor Raid


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: pantywriter, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    inside of her. She felt stuffed, a delicious thickness, the most perfect invader. It made her begin to rock her hips faster and faster. He reached around her, his hand fast moving towards her front, to her lower body and through the coarse hairs at the base of her abdomen. She bit down hard enough to draw blood on her lower lip when his finger found her button; the pleasure she had been feeling was tiny compared to what his finger was now doing to her. It went faster, side to side, and his hips picked up speed, spearing her with his tool over and over and over. She felt it coming, then, and knew that she could about bite her lower lip off from the effort to remain silent. The stars in her eyes hit first, little flashes of lights; the roaring in her ears came from the necessity to remain utterly silent. Her hips no longer bucked in a rhythm as now her body was not fully in control as spasms wracked her lower body. Even her legs quivered like the plucking of a taut string. She breathed through her nose, not trusting herself to unclench her jaw lest she emit that much-needed wail of lust. As she ended her powerful sensations, she felt his body let go given the sudden stiffness in his entire body and then the single, almost brutal, deep thrust. Some kind of fluid began to seep ...
    from within her, around his invading pole, and ran down her thighs. Although sticky and not entirely pleasant, she dared not move. Without warning, he clamped a big, thick hand over her mouth. She managed to spot a crack in the wall, and saw that a blue-uniformed cop was approaching. She realized that the scent of their coupling left a powerful scent, now cloying in their close confines. She wondered if it would give her away. But the cop stopped, and then turned around, and tapped his fingers along his billy club hanging from his belt. He strolled away a few minutes later, and then, mercifully, the place emptied. Stella and her secret lover remained hidden for another twenty minutes. Once another man and woman emerged, they scooted out from their secret tryst spot. She turned after exiting, and planted a deep, wet kiss on his eager, pliant lips. She brought his ear to her lips, whispering to him that she loved the experience. She left, after finding that Wilma too had avoided capture. Did she get fucked, too? Stella could not help but wonder that as the remnants of his hot seed was sticky on her inner thigh. She knew that she could have to return to this speakeasy, and maybe they would get raided again, or maybe not. But that crawlspace she was absolutely visiting again!
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