The Touch - Sex Stories

The Touch

... he asked. Somehow, he knew that that would inspire her to strip the rest of the way. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, revealing twin mounds of tit, capped by tiny pink nipples. “Hold on a moment!” he told her, pulling out of Michelle’s mouth to go over to her. He took one of her pointy tits in his lips and suckled on it for a moment as he pushed her panties down with both hands. As her moved his mouth to her other nipple, he fingered her with one hand, using the other to steady her as her knees grew weak. Finally, he let her slide down through his arms until she was kneeling before him. “Suck it, honey. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it!” “Mmm, I don’t do this, you know.” she told him, letting him rub his cock all over her face and lips. “I hate men and their penises. I’m a confirmed lesbian. I’ll never let a man put his filthy thing in my mouth. I’d rather die than let any man do that to me!” “Open up, Amanda, I’m going to fuck your mouth with my filthy cock. I just got done fucking your girlfriend, and now I’m going to do it to you, too.” he said, then pushed his cock head between her lips. “Oh, yeah, baby, just like that! You’re really good at this, for a fucking dyke! Are you sure you haven’t done this before? Take the whole thing, now, all the way into your fucking throat and suck it like the whore I know you really are!” “Oh, God, I am a filthy whore!” she said, then went down on his whole length. “I am, I really am…” “I don’t understand…” said ...

... a mousy little brunette. She was Amanda’s guest, who’d been standing by the door, meekly trying not to be noticed. “I just came to Amanda’s because she seemed like the woman to dominate me, but now I see her doing this… I think I’ll just go.” “Hold it right there!” Ed ordered. The girl froze in her tracks, apprehension written all over her face. He used his new power and made her come closer. She couldn’t meet his gaze, so he took her chin and lifted her face until she was looking straight into his eyes. “What’s your name?” he asked her. She had no choice but to answer. “Anne.” she whispered. “My name is Anne.” “Ever had sex with a man, Anne?” he asked, gently. She pulled her head back and looked at the floor. “No.” she mumbled. “Please, mister, please, don’t make me do that.” She was staring helplessly at Amanda, who was still bobbing her head up and down his cock. “Correct me if I’m mistaken, but didn’t you just say that you like being told what to do?” he asked her. “Please… I just want to go home! I only thought Amanda was… Please let me go home!” she begged, her eyes misting up. “I just wanted to try sex with another woman, but I wasn’t sure. It would have been easier if she took a little of the choice away, you know? I definitely don’t want to have sex with a man; I’m saving myself for my husband.” “How quaint,” Ed smiled. “Saving yourself. Doesn’t that seem a little old fashioned to you?” “It’s how I was brought up.” she replied, simply. “I know it’s not fashionable ...