1. American Gothic


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, First Time, Gothic, Horror, Male/Female, Mind Control, Monster, Murder, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    kicked off his shoes, threw his suspenders over the back of a chair, and searched a suitcase for his pajamas. “I tell you, sugar dumpling, it’s a whole other world out here. That swamp is just about prehistoric. I don’t know how--” Devanie threw the covers aside. She wore a lacey pink negligee with a bow tied right between her breasts. Crawling to the edge of the bed on all fours, she beckoned him with one finger. Charles gulped. “Darling…I don’t know what to--” “Kiss me.” “We’re supposed to wait.” “And we did. Now kiss me.” He couldn’t say no. Her lips trembled against his. She popped the buttons on his dress shirt and threw it aside before pulling him down to the mattress. He lost his balance and flopped hard. She pounced and knocked his wind out for a second. By the time he’d recovered she was busy undoing his trousers. She kissed him over and over, speaking in half-sentences between each: “It’s okay, isn’t it? I know we wanted to wait, but I just can’t. And now that you’ve met everyone it’s basically official already, right?” “Sure. Of course. Yes.” She stripped him in record time (most of him, anyway--he was still wearing his undershirt). Climbing on top, she loosed the little bow on her nightwear and let if fall open, pushing his hands underneath. When his fingers made contact with the hot skin of her small breasts she arched her head back. He circled her tiny, perky nipples with his thumbs and watched as her throat quivered around shuddering gasps. Then she dived back ...
    down onto him with a kiss that nearly crushed him into the mattress, then another on the neck that was more of a bite, and then again on the shoulder. Charles was having trouble catching his breath. Her hands wandered lower. Charles gulped and sat up when she grabbed his prick in a full-throttled grip. He was already as hard as hickory. She sized him up much the same way she’d inspected the rock on her ring after he’d given it to her, and now that he thought about the two things had something in common by way of being marital offerings. She encircled him with two fingers and started to stroke. Meanwhile she ran her other hand through his hair, petted his cheeks and chin, encouraged him to kiss and lick her fingertips and purred when his hands left their berth and started a trip along the lines of her body. She was a thin thing, so much that she looked as if she would be frail, but now he found her sinewy and strong. The negligee billowed around her, inviting his hands onto it and then shortly under it, its silkiness matching the feeling of her naked body underneath. She pressed her breasts to his face, rubbing them against the stubble on his unshaved chin. He kissed one and squeezed her little backside to encourage her. She kept stroking him all the while. “Is that good?” she said, whispering against her lips. In reply he tried to pull her closer but she nudged him away, teasing. “Not yet. There’s something I want to try first.” “Baby--” “No buts.” She crawled down the front ...
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