The Silent Game - Sex Stories

The Silent Game

... into my mouth. I groan and grab at his thighs, trying to balance myself as he begins to thrust his prick in, hitting the back of my throat. "Ahh, fuck,” he groans, “shhh, baby. Don't make too much noise. Your parents might... HEAR!" he pulls my head down and thrust his cock in, harder and more rough, as he says this. I gag and groan, trying to protest and pull away, but he holds on fast and wraps his hand into my hair for leverage as he continues to fuck my throat. I can feel my pussy. Wet and dripping, soaking my panties, and I already know that Dave will have a ball when he finds me wet like this. Especially when I keep resisting him. He finally pulls my head away and looks at his handiwork. He smiles when he sees that drool hangs from my chin, my eyes are watery and lips are swollen from his abuse. "Beautiful!" he whispers, astonished at the sight of me. He grabs the hem of my long t-shirt and drags it up over my head, but stops mid-way, covering my face with my arms still up, locking me in that position before he pushes my upper body down onto my bed. He leans in towards me, "Let's play a game, sweet Aurora," he whispers against my ear, "it's called the silent game. The rules are simple. I touch you, and eventually, I will fuck you, and if you don't want your parents to find out that their daughter is a naughty little whore who likes to get fucked hard, you'll have to try your best to stay silent. Me on the other hand... hm," I can hear the smile in his voice as he ...

... speaks, "I'll try my very best to make it impossible for you to stay quiet." I whimper slightly as his fingers begin to lightly trace down the side of my breasts, around my soft, round globe, then to my nipple and flicks it, causing me to gasp as goosebumps erupts all over my body. "Shhhh," he shushes me, “you don’t want them to hear, do you?” he asks, teasingly. His fingers continues their light trace down to my belly button, circling around it before his palm comes down on my stomach. The full warmth and contact of his hand makes me gasp with pleasure as he begins to trace his palm down to my mound. He gently push against it, making my hips automatically push up to meet his warm, nice palm. His intake of breath lets me know that he has discovered the wet spot on my panties. He inhales and exhales deeply before his fingers pulls my panties to the side with one hand, and the other fingers on the free hand begins to slowly rub my swollen clit. I sigh and moan softly, lifting my hips up high, trying to get his fingers to enter me, to give me more. He pushes my hips down, making me huff in frustration. He chuckles lightly, and runs his finger along my wet slit, spreading my juices around. My body tingles with pleasure each time he brush against my clitoris. My breathing sounds loud and harsh against my own ears as he continues his little strokes. I moan softly as he lets his finger enter me little by little, teasing my hole, making me lift my hips up in desperation. He sticks it in, ...