Her Inner Slut - Sex Stories

Her Inner Slut

... let go of his hard dick, not ready to cum yet. He had plans for the placement of his cum. Danica didn’t know it yet. “Fuck, I needed that,” Danica moaned out as Daniel withdrew his spent cock from her pussy. “Me too,” he replied before putting his clothes back on. With a smirk, “you really do look like a slut, by the way.” “I’m sure I do. And I’m sure my husband will fuck me like it later.” “Why later?” John asked, stepping out of Kyle’s closet, hard dick in hand. “What the fuck?!” Danica screamed, doing her best to try to quickly cover herself up. “No point in covering up, babe. I saw everything,” he said, moving towards the bed as his pants fell to his ankles. “You...how long were you in there?” she asked, sitting herself upright as he moved closer to her. “The entire time. I gotta say, you looking fucking hot the way you are. And, dude,” he began as he looked towards Daniel, “gotta say, that was pretty impressive.” “Uh, thanks, man...you’re lucky though. Your wife is pretty hot and a great fuck. But I’ll get going now,” he finished, looking rather stunned that John had been watching the entire time before he left the room. “So what’s going on? Was all that planned or what?” she asked, looking at John as he moved onto the bed. “Yeah, for the most part. But I gotta ask, what made you finally decide that you wanted to fuck another man?” he quizzed her, removing the rest of his clothing and tossing it on the ground. “Well...I know it’s something you wanted to see and that ...

... it would make you happy. But the more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed. The defining moment was when you pointed out that Daniel was staring at me…” she said with a blush, the tingling in her pussy beginning to return. “I figured that would happen. But, to be honest, I didn’t set that up with him. That just sort of played out on it’s own. I mean, I’m glad it did because it all worked out the way I wanted it to.” John looked at Danica, taking in the freshly fucked looked that he knew so well. Her hair was disheveled with parts of it clinging to her face. Her breasts and thighs were glistening in a thin layer of sweat. Her pussy was swollen and puffy, leaking the cream of the man that just fucked her. He loved that she looked like a mess and that it was all done for him. “I was determined to fuck him once you told me I couldn’t. You know how I hate being told I can’t do something,” she glared at him, noting how sore her pussy was becoming. “Oh, I know. And I figured that would get you going, but now it’s my turn to fuck that slutty little cunt of yours…” he said before pushing her onto her back and mounting her. “Oh please do, baby,” she moaned out as she felt the head of his hard cock split her sore and aching lips. “I’m gonna finish you off the right way, do what he didn’t do to you,” John said as he pushed as deep inside her tight hole as he possibly could, feeling Daniels cum surround his hard cock. “Yeah? And what’s that?” she asked, her interest piqued even ...