In the Name of Art - Part III - Sex Stories

In the Name of Art - Part III

... caught the prominence of her smooth Mons. Holding his cock firmly, his arrant look of need in his eyes forced a lewd smile to break her lips. “Tell me you want this Harry.” Slowly stroking his girth, he felt so hot and strong in her hand. Fighting her own urges, she held out to drive the frustration in him. She knew he was at his best when infuriated with lust; she would have it no other way. “Fuck, Pen, yes, yes, fuck me.” He witnessed the blunt tip pressed to her folds; she slid it up and down her slit. A cascade of her juices wettened the head of his cock. It would need to - he was fiercely hard. “Look at me.” The act of penetration forced her eyes closed and mouth open. “Yes!” she hissed. Easing herself down determinedly, she impaled herself fully. That knot of tension reared up and using the spring in her thighs, she slowly measured her movements to hit that sensual spot with his cock. The tight heat and lack of friction astounded him and he bucked back in time with his hips forcing a soft gasp from her mouth. Freeing her heaving breasts, she looked down upon his prone body and bit her lower lip. She let him drink this sight in, riding his body assertively, mastering his hard cock deep inside her. “Play with my nipples; you know how they make me cum.” The feeling of his strong hands took her breath away as she began to bounce menacingly on top of him. Relenting to the determination of her body and her assertive posture, Harry’s reply was to roll her nipples between his ...

... fingers. The sight of her body astride him driving each thrust widened his eyes, the sense of danger and risk fuelling the throbbing ache of his hard cock. Menacingly, she brought herself down and then up; the seething tight heat of her sex began to make him moan. Feeding that spot inside her through her controlled movements, she would climax easily and in the throes of her climax milk his cum from his fevered balls. “Oh fuck, yes, that’s it, Harry.” His girth burned against her sinewy walls hitting that spot repeatedly making her moan loudly. A soft feminine gasp stopped them in their tracks. “Oh, oops, sorry.” Penny craned her neck; Harry shifted his head to the side to look. In the shadows, there she was, the woman that made the V-shaped gesture. Her pretty face carried an expression of curious diffidence yet she was not turning tail and running off. “Don’t mind us, I needed some cock.” Harry’s eyes were wild and caught in this tawdry act - he froze still. Unabashed, Penny’s subtle movements slid Harry in and out of her craven sex. There was a brittle giggle. “There was me thinking you’d gone out for a cigarette. I heard noises.” Their application of logic was faultless and they simultaneously came to the same conclusion. Penny flashed a lecherous smile at Harry followed by a wink. “Well, don’t stop having a smoke on our account.” “Oh, erm…” “You could stick around if you like. Why don’t you come down here and give my boyfriend something to think about.” In his heightened ...