Sex in the dressing romm Part 3 - Sex Stories

Sex in the dressing romm Part 3

She leaned forward and bit his shoulder to hold back a scream as just the bulbous head finally squeezed inside her. At least the hard part was over—or so she thought. Simon slowly began to lower her onto his cock, stretching her well beyond anything she was equipped to handle. Tears flooded her eyes, and a silent scream caught in her chest as the first two inches nearly tore her in half. There was nothing left to do but suffer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, held fast with her legs, and waited for him to use her. He stayed there for a moment to adjust her weight and the angle, and then he sunk into her another inch. She was crying silently into his shoulder now. It felt incredible, but it hurt so damn much. "Don't try to fight the pain," he said. "Enjoy it for what it is. Because when you allow yourself to feel it completely, you'll realize just how good it feels. Let it all in." A sob wracked through her as he tried to push farther in. Let go. Let it all in. She took a deep, shuddering breath and stopped fighting him. Her muscles relaxed, and the next three inches of him plowed into her. His head jammed into her cervix, but she embraced the pain instead of letting it cripple her. Valerie knew without looking down that he still had inches to spare. He groaned as he bottomed out again, and she felt a rush of wetness as her body tried to do everything possible to adjust. Simon held her pinned against the wall and then began to slowly fuck her. Even though he could ...

... have avoided doing so, he seemed to glean some sadistic pleasure from ramming her insides with every thrust and then pressing even harder against her once he was in. She yelped every time, but she didn't feel the need to scream anymore. He was right; there was pleasure interwoven with the pain. His cock was so thick that he dragged against her clit with every shift of his hips, and his head pressed against her G-spot every time he pulled out far enough before a thrust. Simon began grunting as the thrusts started to get faster, harder, more vigorous. Soon, Valerie couldn't breathe hard enough to cry out in time with the thrusts, and she couldn't tell if she was moaning or crying anymore. Equal measures of pain and pleasure tore through her. A pressure was building inside her again. While the other orgasms had built up quickly, this one took its time. Such were the extremes of the sensations her body was being subjected to, she wasn't sure she could survive coming again, but it was too late to get her defenses up again. She was his to do with as he saw fit. He saw fit to f***e a finger in her ass as he drove into her, and she was so surprised that she cried out far louder than she should have, even though they were both so sweaty that it went in without too much resistance. What if somebody heard me? And where is that manager with my clothes? Let's just hope that she didn't call security. Simon slowed down and then stopped. Valerie's eyes fluttered open. "What is it?" she asked, ...