SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE - Sex Stories

SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE

... his wick head far back into her throat and pumped it good and hot and hard and furious. She tossed her head around and really got into it. Christ! Rob thought to himself. She really LIKES this!!! Penny felt the hard boner of the bellboy's cock dig into her mouth. She planted it firmly down into her gullet and squeezed her muscles around it. She kept her hands wrapped around the engorged base of his stick and made a few passes at his balls from time to time. She massaged the thick corrugated hide of his sac and pulled his scrotum down in playful caresses. She deep-throated his cock. "Oh, Christ!" he said, and he watched the bulge in her throat where he knew for damn sure his dick was distorting the line of her neck. So that's what it feels like to be deep-throated, he told himself. So that's what it is to have your dick buried in a chick's throat. He loved it. The cozy hot feeling of having those wet, tight muscles wrapped around your dick squeezing it hard and making it juice like a river... That was hot! Penny stroked her throat where the big bulge of Rob's quivering cock lay hid. Rob went into spasms of sheer delight. So did she. Penny Entwhistle loved to suck a good hard big and willing slice of dick meat. And she'd had tons of experience. *** Down the hail of the Hewitt Regency, another scene was playing out. It involved a girl and her boyfriend in a rather amorous position. He was lying on the double bed in the center of the suite. And she was lying on top of him. "Oh, ...

... yeah," he said, with true appreciation. "God, that feels good." The girl bounced her nubile hips up and down and flung her thick black hair over her shoulders. She stuck her ivory mounds out into his face. He grabbed the ripe raspberry nipple of one of them and sucked it hard. "I thought that would shut you up." Ursula Laker was used to having things her way. She had her boyfriend, whom it was agreed would become her fiance in the fall, wrapped around her little clit. Tyson Williamson, the third. He made a splendid lover. It didn't hurt that he was one of the wealthiest young men on the campus of Balfour University either. He had showered her with presents and compliments from the first week they met. And he never stopped lavishing his attention on her. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned, amorously tugging at her thick juicy nipple as she rode up and down atop his burgeoning fuck stick. "You like that, don't you?" she said in her teasing voice. He loved it when she teased him. He loved to be tantalized by a beauteous young female like this one, especially since she always put out and backed her tease up with action. If she hadn't, he might have well wrung her neck. Tyson Williamson, the third wasn't exactly Mr. Milquetoast. He was all-state wrestling champion and built like a stone fence. His dick was hard and thick, and though not the longest one that Ursula had ever encountered, it was by far and away the widest. The first time she fucked him, his dork damned near split her pussy lips in ...