Change Of Luck Part 2 - Sex Stories

Change Of Luck Part 2

... there was a huge load of cum drying on his stomach. He was hard again, and he was stroking his cock. I could see in his eyes that he was eagerly waiting for me. I called him some awful names, and then made him look at how swollen and sticky and full of cum I was, and he dumped another load just from looking." "I called him more bad things, and then made him clean up his own mess by collecting it on his fingers and licking them clean. I didn't even care that his cock had kept its hardness as I forced him to do that. I just called him bad names, and then I forced him to lick me clean. I was still so aroused from you, and then seeing him erect and wanting more was so hot.” “I started to cum as soon as his tongue pressed into my cream filled pussy. He groaned out his pleasure, and I called him so many more bad things as I came. I was merciless as I grabbed his hair with both hands and ground my cunt on his face. He as loving every bit of it, and he had his hands on my hips to pull me harder onto his tongue. He started to grunt over and over, and he came again, without ever touching his own cock." "I had been squatting over him, but I couldn't take any more, and my knees gave out. I fell onto his lap, and his cum smeared all over me. I made him lick me clean of that too. Somewhere along the line, his licking became kissing, and then we were kissing, and then he was crying and telling me how much he loved me. And then I was crying and telling him I loved him back. We both know it ...

... is very true." "Eventually, we started to feel chilled, so we got up and rinsed in the shower. I looked in and you were still asleep, so Roger and I went and ate. He was completely exhausted, and a bit sore, so he went to bed. He asked me to look after you, and to bring him a special breakfast in the morning." "So, I want to stay with you tonight. But I need you to understand, I am not an angel. I am a bitch and a cum slut and a controlling cock hound, and if you don't want me, I will let you be. You are welcome to stay either way." She had stayed curled up with her head on my chest the whole time she spoke. I had tried to get her to look at me, but she resisted. I was not sure what to think about her story. I like sex, but I have limits. I would never do the things she made Roger do, and if she tried to make me do them, it was going to go bad for one of us. I like sex, and I have limits. I decided I would let her know my limits, and let her decide if she still wanted to stay. "You can be both, you know," I started. "Both?" "You can be his bitch wife, and my fallen angel. They are not mutually exclusive." She shook her head on my chest, but then lifted up to look at me. "Don't make me show you what a good bitch lover I am," she threatened. "You can try, but I will not respond the way you want. I will push back, and if you push harder, I will not break. I avoid stress like that, and I will disappear before you even know I'm gone. Don't get me wrong. If you want to be dominant ...