1. Light Chocolate Candy


    Date: 11/21/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 48.5, Source: sexstories.com

    as she has never experienced orgasm from vaginal penetration before, so she has never climaxed more than once in any sexual experience. Now her body betrays her and she finds it hard to cope, bucking beneath me as I laugh low over her, a sound of power, and control. I came myself then, as if I had waited entirely for that moment, shoving myself inside of her all the way, she sees my muscles stiffen, the clenched jaw expression of my face and most of all feeling me inside her jettison loads of white sticky cum, she knew she should be worried about it. But she can't, she just raised her hips to meet me, feeling the spasms inside her, the pumping ejaculation as I made sure she took every drop I had and none spilled. Then I took a deep breath and rolled casually from her. She continues laying there, half naked, sticky, used and abused and stunned. Her body feels exhausted, her mind is confused. She feels tears in her eyes, she feels the dark shame and the humiliation all the worse because she had so willingly participated in her own degradation. Yet for all her exhaustion, for all her confusion, shame and humiliation, her body feels satisfied. She feels satisfied and surprisingly grateful. After a moment, she turns her head to see me sitting there on the side of the bed, leaning back on my arms watching her. She didn't know what to say, only swallowed hard and waited for me to speak first, which I did. " You're not finished yet," I told her, the first words I had spoken the ...
    entire time. She didn't know what I meant, though she opens her mouth to speak, to ask, she just cannot find the words. " I... I don't understand..." she tries quietly, not sure if she meant it in regards to what I said, or rather to the entire experience. I reach out one hand to her and now, after the desire is ebbing and some sense of normality has returned, she flinchs away from me. I did not let her get too far, only taking hold of her shoulder and pushing her up. She shifts her weight so as to do as I indicated, sitting up beside me on the bed, finding herself surprised when I did not stop there. I continue to push insistently, almost threateningly, until she realized suddenly I wanted her down on the floor. Finding herself on her knees before me, feeling sticky, sweaty and bruised all over body, her eyes finally drawn to that which had impaled her. I'm still mostly hard, covered liberally in her juices and my own, and it made her gag to think of licking that concoction from me, the smell alone turning her stomach. Yet she knelt before me as something told her she cannot merely get up and walk away from this now. I'm not holding her down, I'm not grabbing her hair and forcing her head towards my body to clean me with her tongue, I just lean back on my arms and waited for her to do the job I had ordered her to do. And she continues to kneel there, unable to look elsewhere, and did not get up and walk away. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she shuffles closer to me, leans a little ...
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