Persephone in Winter - Chapter 9/11 - Sex Stories

Persephone in Winter - Chapter 9/11

... bare shoulders. "What do you want from me?" she asked. "There's nothing I won't do for you - anything you can imagine, anything you've ever wanted, but were afraid to ask for. Anything." As he stared at her, he was unable to stop the images that flooded his mind - she, on her knees, hungrily deep-throating him, her mouth like a velvet glove around his cock as she looked adoringly into his eyes - he, easing his cock into her ass, her hips hunched into the air as she begged him for all of it at once, faster, harder, grunting with each brutal thrust. "Mmmm, such an evil man," she said, grinning as though she could read his mind. "Come." Taking him by the hand, she led him through the crowd of scantily- clad sirens, pausing for a few moments when one of the women approached, gliding to a stop in front of him. A tall blonde, tanned to perfection, wearing only a tiny red g-string and matching six-inch heels, unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands longingly over his chest and belly. A petite Asian girl, nude except for a white lace choker and white thigh-high stockings, opened his pants, pulled his erection into the flickering orange light, knelt before him, and licked him once, a long, slow caress from balls to the head of his cock, planting a soft kiss on the sensitive tip before wandering away. Some just came to look, some to fondle his throbbing erection, smiling with satisfaction when they heard him moan or gasp uncontrollably. In a dark corner, lit only by the slightest traces ...

... of shifting light, she turned to face him, then gracefully lowered herself to a long divan against the wall. Spreading her legs, she used both hands to open the plump lips of her sex, offering him a view of her clitoris, now hard and wet with arousal. He stared openly, standing over her, his exposed erection jutting forward, swollen so large that it seemed as if it was not his own. She gazed at him adoringly as her fingers teased the slippery bud of flesh, spreading her juices over the length of it until it glistened. "Please, mon amour - don't make me wait," she purred. "I'm everything you want, everything you've ever wanted. There's nothing I won't do for you - nothing, nothing my love, nothing at all..." Taking her by the shoulders, he pushed her down into the soft, velvet cushions, then, dropping quickly onto her, he shoved his cock deeply into her in a single thrust. A sudden warmth rushed over him, a welcome and delicious blanket that enveloped them both, a cocoon that held them so closely that her soft pale skin found, then caressed him everywhere. She sighed, closed her eyes, then opened them again and looked at him expectantly. "Oh, yes, mon amour, yesss, fuck me, fuck your little whore." He plunged into her wildly, battering her with his cock, the images returning to his head, images of so many acts of perversion yet untried. "Oh God, yesss - this is what I want - this is the way I like it Steven - oh Steven, oh Steven I love you so much..." The change in her voice ...