"The truth is rarely pure and never simple." - Sex Stories

"The truth is rarely pure and never simple."

... own you entirely and you know it. My tumescent prick strains against its fabric confinement. I pull my shirt off over my head, release the fastenings on my trousers and free my turgid member. Taking you by the hair once more, I guide your lips towards it. You hesitate slightly as the swollen purple head hovers just under your nose. You look up at me with those gleaming eyes, desperate for reassurance. Maybe you find it, maybe you don't. I force your face down on my impatient organ, regardless of your thoughts and feelings. I use your tender young mouth for my own pleasure, repeatedly driving my shaft deep down your throat. I do feel a pang guilt for treating something so sweet and pretty this way. Yet your distressed gagging sounds only encourage me to be more brutal. When I finally let go, you struggle to regain your breath, but I don't allow you time for repose. My hips are between your thighs and my sloppy cock head is poised at the entrance to your tight little quim. I am ready to enter you, ready to take you, ready to use you. Are you ready for me? I don't wait to find out. Sheer manic lust has taken me over. All hope of calm, rational thought is lost. My fingers find their way around your throat. I squeeze tightly and push down, pinning you to the bed. Your eyes are wide with...Panic? Passion? Terror? Desire? It matters not. I enter you with a powerful thrust. Sliding in unimpeded until my balls slap up against you. I feel your stretched cunt contract, gripping me. ...

... A moment to revel in the heat, the wondrous sensation of you, then I begin the onslaught. Over and over, I plunge in, slamming cruelly against your cervix. Cries of agony and pleasure, ecstasy and pain, fill the room. All too soon, I feel my orgasm growing near. I'm going to come. With tremendous effort, I pull my slick meat from your pussy. As if you were a rag doll, I toss you back onto your stomach. My fingers grip your hips, holding you in place. "Yes, Daddy, Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" you moan with urgency in your voice. We both need it, both need satisfaction, sweet release. I ram home, penetrating you with my ferocious dick. Again and again I saw into you, deeper, harder, faster. Teeth sink into your flesh. Low, guttural, primal, grunts. Muscles tense and spasm. We come together. My copious spunk flows into you, filling you. I give you everything and you take it willingly. I collapse on top of you. The animal within me has been sated, for now. You tremble beneath me as I grow flaccid, still inside you. Gradually our heavy, rapid breathing steadies and the post orgasmic fog begins to lift from our eyes. I kiss your shoulders and neck, cheek and lips. "Are you okay, Baby? I wasn't too rough, was I?" "No, Daddy, it was perfect. Thank you." We lie, bare-skinned under the covers. You wrap your limbs entirely around me and melt your body completely into mine. I touch your angelic face a thousand times with my lips. Sleep comes upon us quickly and we drift easily into silent, ...