A hooker for my husband 2. - Sex Stories

A hooker for my husband 2.

... the length, the girth. My cunt remembered, and was wet. Wet and ready. It was only half way in when I felt it, the first ripple of the approaching wave. A wave that would, I knew become a tsunami. My orgasm, and like all waves it didn’t come alone, it brought many waves with it. I bit my bottom lip, hard. It was on me. “Oh fucking yes, yes. God yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, harder, fuck meeeeeeeeeee!” Lothar fucked me, hard, then harder still. His cock like steel deep inside me. I clenched my cunt muscles, feeling it, feeling it in me. Part of me. I rode the monster, loved the monster. “This is how a woman fucks, a real one. Boys fuck those two excuses of whores, fuck their brains out, but make sure they can see. Make them watch, because they’re turn will come again!” Lothar said. I watched Hubby, as he fucked the crying one, fucked her until she sobbed again. I dragged my eyes from him. The other one was being spit roasted. I looked away, concentrating on my own pleasure. My pleasure, my orgasm. My cock. I leant right back, my head touching the floor, it f***ed his cock up against my G-spot. He didn’t slow. The fucking continued, as I slowly sat back up, the years crunches paying off. My juices were pouring out of me, making my inner thighs shine. His cock was powering now, in and almost out, just the very tip remaining in me. Then plunging into me again. Ramming it into my hungry pussy. He pushed me off, onto the floor. On all fours. He took me again, fucking me from behind. ...

... Doggie. He was deeper inside me now, trying to breakthrough into my throat, his cock travelling the entire length of my body. His cock again finding my G-spot. I was coming again, how many times? I didn’t know, didn’t care. More would follow. I opened my eyes, Hubby was still there, he’d never seen me like this, never fucked me with this intensity. Out of the corer of my eye I caught a movement, my head turned. The P.A was there, her hand under the hem of her neat pencil skirt, her fingers rapidly finger fucking herself, her other hand? Her other hand held a small video camera, as she filmed us. How long had she been there? I neither knew nor cared. I had the machine inside me, and the machine was coming. Lothar came. His body shuddered, his hips bucked. He pulled my hips, forcing his hard as steel throbbing cock ever deeper inside me. Hot jets of come shot into me. His come filled me. He emptied his balls into me. I felt his cock twitch one last time, before his almost hard cock slipped out of my slopping cunt. I got to my feet, and walked to the bar, if a little unsteadily. Hubby was right, the heels were too high, the bastard, he could even see he was right, as his ever loving, and totally unfaithful wife walked naked in her eight inch heels. Crossing the room, I reached the bar, went behind it, opened the fridge. The bubbly was there, I popped the cork, and drank from the bottle. What did they expect. They’d watched as I was fucked for over an hour, so no glass, I was clearly ...