The Lady Is A Tramp - Sex Stories

The Lady Is A Tramp

... herself on me over and over. Sweat was dripping off both of us from our exertion and our breathing was coming in ragged desperate gasps. I could feel the walls of her vagina gripping my cock tightly as I pounded into her and I knew I was at the point of no return. One last thrust and I wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, holding me inside her as deep as I could possibly go. I leaned over and bit her shoulder as I hurtled over the edge and plummeted into the black abyss. My cry of lust was almost drowned out by hers as we both came together in a thunderous roar. As I felt my searing cum surge from the tip of my cock and fill Claudia's pussy, I held this beautiful, sexy, wanton woman in my arms, still not truly believing that I was the one she had chosen to give herself to. As our storm clouds parted and we collapsed in a panting, sweaty heap on the bed, I found the strength to pull her close and hold her as we retuned slowly to earth once more. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Epilogue: I saw Claudia for several years after that. We dated quite frequently and had many wonderful times together. During the time I worked on her property, we spent lunchtimes together - while my crew went off to have their own lunches, I had mine wrapped in a beautiful ...

... Claudia-shaped package! And after work I spent many hours putting in some "overtime" there. After the work was done, we continued to see each other a couple times a week and just about every weekend. We enjoyed each other's company and of course the sex was always great! Even though we weren't real secretive about things, we would meet in public places and dated almost as if we were both single, Donald didn't bother us. Either he remained somehow oblivious to our relationship or he didn't care, but he made no motion to stop us. Thomas did indeed stay loyal to Claudia. I think he was just happy his friend and employer had finally found someone who made her happy and he and I became good friends because of how I treated her. One day when I went to see her, Claudia sat me down and told me that she had received news that Donald had been involved in a terrible plane crash. His private jet was coming in for a landing at some airport and had been hit by a wind shear, slamming it to the ground about a mile away from the runway and killing him. I would have consoled her at her loss, but she didn't really seem to need it. That is when the enormity of her lonely life hit me. I was glad that I was able to help fill the hole that she'd had in her life. I made a promise to myself and to her not to let that hole get empty again.