Washington D.C. One Night Stand - Sex Stories

Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX Stories

Sex Stories Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fantasy, Incest, Hardcore, First Time, Dark Fantasy, Young, Group Sex, True Story, Romance, Masturbation, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Teen, Erotica, Lesbian, Mature, Bi-sexual, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Virginity, Taboo, Humiliation, Female/Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Threesome, Bondage and restriction, Gay, School, Voyeurism, Non-consensual sex, Cruelty, Love Poems, Violence, Teen Male / Female, Ass to mouth, Coercion, Wife, Male / Females, Job/Place-of-work,

Washington D.C. One Night Stand

Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 64.7, Source: sexstories.com

and demanding. My tongue took possession of hers, teasing her, letting her know there are more pleasures to come. The elevator stops and I tore my mouth from hers. She reached for her blouse, but I said "Later!" and pulled her into the hallway. I'm smiling at her and she feels a rush of power fill her. She has never been with a older man, but had always fantasized about it after Ellen described the massive orgasms and the full feeling. Her milky skin, her pink pussy being filled with a big, throbbing cock. She licks her lips and drops her gaze to my crotch. I noticed and grabbed my cock through my pants. " You want this Jenny?" She smiles a little smile. I pull her in front of me, my arms around her, palms hovering above her breasts. She wonders what is about to happen and gasps when I put my hand out, and in one small twist, had torn her bra open, releasing her breasts for me to see, my hands cupping them. Stunned, she gasps. As I turn her around to face me and yank up her skirt, revealing that she is not wearing even a thong. I whisper to her to lean forward and as she did, she knew I was able to see her wet pussy and she suddenly feels very vulnerable, and yet aches for more. I slide her skirt back down and led her to the end of the hall, leaving her ripped bra on the floor. She enters a room and the door closed behind her. I flip on the lights and she found herself in a luxurious suite, with a large seating area, a fireplace, floor to ceiling windows with a balcony. She ... had no idea what floor she is on and didn't care. She notices a huge bed off at one end and another one in an adjoining room, with an open door. She feels my gaze on her and she realized how she must look. Naked from the waist up, tight mini skirt, thigh-highs and stilettos. She has never worn stilettos before, but it had been part of the rules, so she had purchased this pair just this afternoon. I clear my throat and she brought her eyes to mine. The intensity in my eyes made her nipples ache and she breathed in sharply. I watched her medium size breasts rise and fall. " Rules," I said. " Rules?" " Yes, there must always be rules." She shook her head in agreement. " First names only. Mine is John." " Jenny," she offered. " How old are you?" " 27." I smiled. She can tell I liked her age. " 55." I wave her over to the couch and I sat down next to her, my arm resting on the back, centimeters away from her shoulders. My gaze kept drifting back to her breasts and every time I did that she feels a surge of lust rush through her. " Second rule. Safe word. Do you have one?" No, she had never used a safe word, but didn't want to tell me that. She thought for a moment, scanning the room and saw a vase of roses. " Flower." I nodded in agreement. " What's yours?" I smiled. " I don't need one. But if it will make you feel better, how about airplane?" Sounded good to her. Then I laid down the rules. " We do this and you have the job. No commitments, no strings. I will pay all the expenses. ...