Promotion 2 - Sex Stories

Promotion 2

... inside her, but he hadn't started fucking her yet. He was holding himself up and looking down at her. “I'm going to pick him out for you.” “What?” she breathed. She could feel him inside her, and it didn't hurt anymore. It sort of felt... good, and she could feel his heartbeat. She bit her lip a little and rocked her hips slightly, as an experiment. “You're going to pick my husband out for me?” she gasped, rocking her hips a little more. “Don't I get a say in the matter?” “You get veto power.” he said, then began moving his cock inside her. “And if you choose someone I don't like, I get veto power, too.” “Oh.” she said, bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts, which were coming at an ever increasing rate. “What if I get pregnant?” “Then your husband, if he's not the father, is going to have to be able to raise someone else's kid.” Tom grinned. He stroked in and out a few more times, then pulled out and scooted up on her belly. “What- what are you doing?” she gasped, seeing him try to squeeze her small breasts together around his cock. She barely filled out a small b cup, however, so he contented himself with stroking his cock in his fist. She watched, fascinated as the head of his cock grew an angry red, then began spewing out gobs and gobs of creamy whiteness, hot and sticky, and sprayed it all over her breasts. “Ohh, that's so cool!” she breathed. She bent her head forward and caught the last spurt right in her mouth, sucking on the head of his cock all by herself. She ...

... savored it for a moment, then swallowed the gooey mouthful. “I love you.” he smiled down at her. She looked back up at him shyly, and slowly returned it. “You're so beautiful like this.” he said. “I don't hate you for being a slut; I love you for it!” Her smile as she looked up at him grew more confident, and he rolled to the side to let her get up. “Beautiful or not, I still want to go wash this goop off me.” she laughed. She disappeared into the bathroom for fifteen minutes, and Tom spent the time investigating the gear arranged around the room. There was an odd table/ chair combo with lots of buckles and straps, and it looked like you could loosen and move the pipes that made it up into almost any combination of positions, even inverted. The stocks were what really interested him, though. There were three holes in the wooden board, for the neck and hands, and pads for the knees as the person was held bent at the waist. He was still looking at it when she rejoined him, looking much refreshed, but still as naked as he. “The double agent could make good use of that.” Becky murmured. Tom grinned at her. Leered is more like it. She shivered, then licked her lips nervously “Tom, what if the double agent had a female partner?” she asked. “They could capture one of the enemy spies and torture her for information. Couldn't they?” “I like the way you think, little sister.” Tom smiled. 'Did you have a particular prisoner in mind?” “Sort of.' she said, even more hesitantly. 'It's not ...