Lunch - Sex Stories

Lunch

... that being up against a wall isn’t in their fantasies somewhere. Believe me it’s there. They may not know it, but it’s there. It’s in mine. I’ve always known it. But until last night and now, it remained just that – a fantasy. Shelly never had good experiences with fantasies becoming reality with other guys. They always fizzled and she was left with the feeling of disappointment. A hollowness. This time being with me, however, she is not. The reality is better each time we make love. " You like the rough sex. Don't you?" I demanded in her ear before biting her ear lobe. " Yes!" She cries out, lost in the sensation, loving how I took charge of her. She did like being hurt like this. Why did she like that? Why did it thrill her so much and soak her pussy? " I should show you what it really feels like—pain." I suggested and bit her earlobe again until she sagged, screaming again, sharper this time at the unexpected spark of sensation that spread through her pussy and soaked her thighs. " Yes! More!" She whimpers, feeling weak as I squeezed her nipple and twisted it. " You're such an eager lover aren't you?" I demanded, putting my leg between hers and forcing her thighs open wide so I can slide my body in between them again, grinding myself against the cleft of her ass. " You will just let me fuck you here again? Claim you again? As hard as I want?" My voice had heat to it, growling with the nearly shocking primal fury. " Fucking slut." I growled. " Yess!!" Shelly moaned, head ...

... spinning at the sensation. My hand grabbed her bare ass cheek hard, bruising her and making her scream in response. Pain...Pleasure...Shock. Her body bucking as I forced her down and forward again. " Slut." I snarled against her ear and she feels the heat of my cock lap along her ass cheeks, wet with cum and hard as a steel spike. " I'm going to give you want you want. You going to scream for it?" My hand found her hair and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. Her heart sang with pleasure at how rough and brutal I'm. She feels her juices trickling down her thighs as her legs are spread wider. " Spread your thighs. Wider. Wider! Ughh!!" I'm forcing her head down by the grip in her hair and she bowed forward more, arching her ass high and proud into the air. Her cheek pressed into the bed, her breath in short gasps as I held her down, forcing her down roughly. Then I slapped her ass with my hand. Once. Twice. Three times. The impact stinging and sending hot tangles of beautiful, shameful delight weaving through her, trickling down her thighs as the honey overflowed. " Look how wet you are! I don't even have to touch your pussy. Do you touch your pussy slut?" I snarled at her and spanked her again. " N-no!" She stuttered and jerked, pain warming her flanks as I spanked her harder. " That's because you need it to hurt. Don't you? Need it to be rough and brutal? " She starts to cry " YES." Feeling her bones melting with the sweet sensation of the mixture of lust, ...