1. The Coldest Night of the Year Ch. 02


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Voyeur, Author: magas911, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    middle of the night, because I had a dream about something we haven't talked about a long time,&#034 she said. She put her finger on my mouth again, making it clear that she wanted me to listen and not to speak. &#034When you and I were first dating, I still hadn't broken up with Kurt. I remember how jealous you were that I was still fucking him, and that I worked in the same building with him.&#034 I groaned. Kurt was junior employee at her company, seven years younger then either of us. At the time he was an asshole frat boy a few years out of college. &#034I was thinking about when I tried to break up with him, and Kurt f***ed himself on me. I know you and I were both furious after it happened. You wanted me to press charges and I wouldn't do it.&#034 Why was she bringing this up? She was riding my cock, I was on the edge of coming, and she was telling me about the time her old boyfriend ****d her. &#034The thing I never told you is that I loved it. I mean, I didn't love Kurt the way I loved you, or love you now. But I'll never forget how he bent me over the trunk of his car, pulled up my dress, pulled down my panties, and fucked me from behind. I loved feeling him push my head down and f***e his cock into me, right there in that parking lot.&#034 I could feel myself on the verge of coming. She smiled and wiggled just a little. I clenched my fists, willing myself not to come. &#034As I lay there, my legs spread, crying and begging him not to fuck me, I was secretly hoping ...
    he wouldn't stop. He knew exactly what I wanted and he gave it to me.&#034 Clara moaned and cupped her tits in her hands. &#034There hasn't been a night since then that I haven't thought about lying there with my face against the cold, damp steel, with my pussy dripping with Kurt's cum, him standing behind me knowing how much I loved the way he'd just fucked me. His cock is huge and there was something about being f***ed to take it from behind that made me come harder than I ever have with any man.&#034 She leaned over and whispered in my ear, &#034I think about that night when I masturbate.&#034 I exploded inside her. I came from weeks of pent-up frustration, Clara's teasing, the feeling of her riding me like that, and now this. I screamed and pounded the bed with my fists. I could feel Clara coming at the same time. Clara leaned over, kissed me lightly on the lips, and climbed off my spent cock. &#034Ask me if I'm surprised,&#034 she said. She smiled at me, turned, and left the room. *** The next night, after a late dinner, Clara poured herself a Scotch invited me to join her in her bedroom. I followed her, wondering what was up, especially in the wake of last night's adventure. I stood there in the doorway, waiting for her to give me some idea of what she wanted of me. Clara stripped down to her panties and put on her black silk robe. She climbed into bed, propping herself on a couple of pillows. She motioned for me to come in and to sit in a chair beside the bed. &#034You ...
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