Promises - Sex Stories

Promises

Marci is anticipating a night out with me, I have not seen Marci for a year. She is in Dallas reporting on a story for ABC News and called telling me she was in town. We had dinner and drinks at a local country club just a few short miles from my condo. We laughed and flirted over a steady flow of drinks throughout the evening. We were anticipating the climax of the evening. I'm clearly turned on and a little aggressive about it. My touches grew rougher and a little more urgent throughout the night; Marci hadn't seen liquor do that to me before. " I want you to fuck me like a deranged criminal." Marci said. " What?" I replied. We have been lovers for a year. Marci has been single forever, having the occasional one night stand, I'm single after my sixth divorce. Our friendly dinner and a drink night has slowly turned into something slightly date like as the hours passed. She reclined on a pillow on the floor of my balcony, red nails scraping against wine glasses and the metallic surface of the table. " You heard me; I want you to fuck me like a deranged criminal. Push me down, pull my hair and rape me." " Are you sure, you don't like rough sex, Marci." She shrugs and leaned back. " Oh, I'm just telling you what I want. I'd call that fairly feministic behavior for a female." She sighs. She rose from the floor, making an effort to let the strands of hair fall down over her face, her gaze intense, framed by half faded make up. " You can't say you don't want me. I'm all yours ...

... baby. From the tits and down to my sweet ass." She echos. Her back bent in a hard curve exposing the sharp outline of her hips in the tight jeans. Marci walking down the hall towards the bedroom when suddenly a hand grabs her from behind. She opens her mouth to scream but I stuff something between her lips, cutting her off. I pulled her into the dark spare bedroom behind us. Marci is roughly thrown over the edge of the bed and her jeans yanked down. She begins to struggle as I tore her panties off, my hand roughly rubbing over her ass. My hand slides over her ass, squeezing hard and hurting her. Marci squeezes her eyes shut as my fingers roughly rubs her pussy. I start with rubbing her clit, making her cry out behind her gag, my laugh coming from behind her as my fingers toyed with her pussy lips. Suddenly four fingers are roughly shoved into her pussy, but to her surprise it is not painful, her pussy is dripping with her juices. She gasp as my fingers brutally probe inside of her, her body shaking. I'm behind her holding her tight, using one hand to fondle her helpless body. Her thoughts now between fear and pleasure. How could she ask me to do this to her. She had only been with one man before coming to Dallas for this assignment, I'm making her wet with my probing fingers. She begins to whimper when she hears my zipper come down. She can't move, pinned bent over the bed. I chuckle as her hand wipes away a tear from her face. Soon she feels my heat behind her, feeling the head ...