Skittles - Sex Stories

Skittles

... slowly pumping up and down, her finger pressing against my lips when I started to speak, shaking her head to silence me. Her smile was beatific. How could I resist her charms? I couldn’t. Nor did I want to at that moment. With my hands on her hips, gripping tenderly, I let her ride me to ‘Too Marvelous For Words’, our breathing growing ragged as ‘I’ve Got You Under My Thumb’ began to play. “Wait, Don’t,” I protested as she lifted herself suddenly from me, leaving my wet cock unsheathed and standing at attention. “My way,” she laughed, giggling as she repositioned herself so that her gaping slit was brushing my nose as she engulfed my manhood with her eager mouth, taking me in so deep that I could feel her nose digging into my sack and no, I didn’t need a written invitation; without hesitation, I began lapping at her, occasionally plunging my tongue into her dripping wet slit, enjoying the sensation of her shuddering as she lay stretched out against me, our flesh hot and damp as we ground our bodies against each other rhythmically. I felt myself swell almost painfully, as she slurped away, one hand cupping my ass, her finger massaging my anus. I let out a soft gasp as she slipped it inside of me, heightening my need to unleash gallon upon gallon of cream down her throat. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” she managed, stilling suddenly, my cock lodged in her throat. I thought she was about to come. I was close. A flood of warm, wet fluid suddenly filled my mouth with such force that much ...

... of it simply ran down the sides of my face and chin and soaked the sheets beneath it. The dirty little creature had just pissed in my mouth! I would have thrown her off if it hadn’t sort of pushed me over the edge. I came hard, jerking as I shot my load down her throat, her muscles constricting around my prick as she did her best to swallow every last drop. She came too, her hot piss leaking from her, her cunt tightening around my tongue as she shook silently above me for what seemed like hours until, finally, she went completely limp. oOo You’d think that, living on the edges of Tinkown, some of it would rub off; that some of that magic would make its way out and give you a fairy tale ending. I knew better. You could dream, but that’s all it was, a dream. Eventually, you wake up and realize that the roses you were smelling are planted in shit. It was like that with Olivia. Somethings aren’t meant to be. Eventually I dragged her back to her sister and collected my fee. Funny thing is, nobody seemed too happy about that. Valentine seemed upset about the scandal it would cause if the news got out that about how her sister had been spending her time at Ivy’s while Olivia didn’t seem too pleased at having to return to being ‘the prim and proper debutante and fated to marry some fiendishly boring heir to a shipping magnate’, a fate, apparently, worse than death. As for me? Much as I hate to admit it, I’d taken a shining to her. Not enough to go and do something stupid, like hire ...