The Devil's Chamber Part 4 - Sex Stories

The Devil's Chamber Part 4

His fingers found their way inside my torn nylons and he began to rub my already dripping lips. His three fingers together, grinding and pressing into me. The middle finger extended and working in motions against my clit. I could feel the rush of blood hardening my clit, to an almost unbearable sensitivity. Rubbing back and forth he covered me in my own excitement. I was wetter than I thought possible. He had touched a secret button between my slick thighs. He turned on the faucet of the mother of all bodily fluids. I felt his every breath on the back of my neck. The warm swooshes of cigar tinted moister propelled my pulse into overdrive. I wanted nothing more than for him to unbind my hands, so I could ravage his body. I stood there with my arms raised high above my head, my wrists tightly wound in his belt. My dress was pulled up and resting on my hips, with my nylons torn from front to back. I swayed silently with his strokes. My eyes were finally uncovered but I closed them anyways. I just wanted to take him in, every touch, every motion- his to consume. Without warning Mr Henderson forced two fingers between my aqueous folds. I jerked forward as felt the thickness of his digits shock my neglected labia. It had been far too long since I’ve enjoyed a man, or even myself. He leaned forward and whispered into my ear. “Relax Kitty, I can tell it’s been a very long time, I will be gentle.” With that my heart fluttered and I mollified myself, breathing in and out and taking ...

... count. The two fingers worked their way deeper and deeper, opening me. His other hand travelled around my waist, navigating into the front of my nylons and seeking my clit. He worked it fast, pressing in circular motions. I took his fingers as they relentlessly stretched me and searched for my g-spot. My legs started to shake and I could feel the waves building. And then he found it, the small utopia inside me. He hooked his fingers forward, clasping onto my g-spot, and I felt my knees buckle. I was suspended there by two fingers, he was lifting me and keeping me on my feet. My clit was throbbing and aching, but he continued to pet it faster and harder. I tried to edge, to hold onto the moment, but I no longer could. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned out. “Cum for me, kitty,” as he bit into my neck. It started in my toes, a rush that took over my body. The warmth washed over me like a tidal wave, but it didn’t compare of the gushes of nectar that poured from my deflowered petals. My thighs were quivering, every muscle vibrating. He pulled his fingers away from my body and my legs gave way, I collapsed into his arms. “You made a very big mess, Kitty. I’m going to undress you, I will provide you with clean clothing,” he said to me. My boss stood me up and peeled my nylons downwards. He held me steady as I lifted each foot and released the clinging wet fabric. Finally he brought my arms down, and unbuckled his belt from around my wrists. I rubbed them, and felt their tenderness, they ...