The Trials of Valeriya 2; Chapter 1/15 - Sex Stories

The Trials of Valeriya 2; Chapter 1/15

... wanted to squeeze another orgasm out of it. “You always let strangers fuck you when you get drunk?” “Yes!” screamed Valeriya. “I’ll let any man fuck me for a mug of ale! I’m a filthy bitch! So fuck me like one!” She uncoiled her legs from around his hips and pushed the Alfelder away. “Uriul, White Son!” The blond Alfelder pulled out of her with an exclamation. “You really are something, little lady.” Valeriya turned around and got on her hands and knees. She received a hard smack on her rump as she arched her back and raised her pert ass. This left a red imprint of her lover’s hand on her ass. She moaned like a wanton whore and thrust her ass back for more, and duly received a matching impression on the other cheek. Jörg then placed his dick at her opening again and entered her inflamed snatch smoothly. He grabbed her hips with both hands and began his thrusting routine again. “Yes! Fuck that pussy! Wreck my cunt!” Valeriya urged in her sex-crazed shrill voice. His groin was smashing onto her round, jiggly ass well-nigh twice a second, her wetness continuously dribbled down the inside of her thighs. The blonde stunner reached between her legs with her right hand and proceeded to rub her engorged clit. Jörg grabbed her ponytail and yanked hard, pulling back her head and causing her back to arch further. His thrusting had become slow and sporadic. He ground his groin on her taut, but pliant buttocks at the end of every deep, penetrating thrust, trying to burrow as deep inside ...

... her as possible. Valeriya clenched onto the rampant meat pole inside her pleasure canal to maximize the sensation and rubbed her swollen pearl furiously. And soon she squealed and shuddered with another mind numbing climax, the strongest of the bunch. And that’s what did Jörg in. The sensation of her spasmodic love tunnel on his porksword sent him over the edge. He pulled her hair harder, forcing Valeriya to rise onto her knees, and wrapped his free arm around her waist, trapping her arms in the process. He held her tightly and started to chew on the curve of her neck. Jörg penetrated her deeply one last time and hosed her cozy passage clean with warm, gushing baby-batter. Valeriya massaged the throbbing member resting inside her, showing her appreciation for the wonderful service it provided—until she was released and collapsed facedown upon the mattress and remained there lying, panting heavily. He had worn her out. She hoped the Alfelder wouldn’t stick around. She wanted to get some sleep, and didn’t really feel like cuddling with an uncouth stranger. Valeriya sensed him moving around, putting on his breeches, and sighed with relief. “Could you sort out the innkeeper for me, Jörg?” she purred. “I really need to sleep.” Jörg leaned down and slapped her hard on her lush buttocks. Her ass really was her finest feature—bottom-heavy, rather than bubble-round. The Alfelder roughly fondled her perfectly formed tush for a while, and then spanked her again. Valeriya moaned softly, ...