In the Name of Art - Part I - Sex Stories

In the Name of Art - Part I

... slowly into him, she pressed on until an electric bolt of pleasure seared through the core of his body. “Holy shitting fuck!” For her, this was the sweetest revenge; this was a game of sexual one-upmanship. This was his reward for a gratification she had not had in a long time. Her mouth was not letting up; the certainty of her technique was driving him insane. The sway of her breasts was beyond his reach, he wanted to pick her up and fuck her senseless. Her mouth was torturing him as that sensation hit him hard once more. “Woah, fucking woah!!!” His cock swelled and throbbed involuntarily, that unexplained pressure was building inside him. With his meat stuffed in her mouth, her eyes smiled as she looked up. She watched as that hard pressure slammed into him with enough menacing intensity to make his body tense. As her silken heat of her mouth slipped up and down his aching cock, his body writhed as her finger found its mark again. “Oh my fucking God, oh fuck!” bounced off the painted walls. So strong was the pressure, he felt that he could not release his load. The need to release this tension bit hard onto her finger embedded in him. Throbbing uncontrollably with each caress of her mouth on his cock, his groaning was shallow and breathless. Her finger unleashed another slab of pressure inside him. The unsympathetic force of it contorted his muscles as they shook primed for release. Then it came, as a startled surprise, his cock jerked violently upwards. His body shook ...

... hard as he gave out with one final explosion of pressure from her finger. “Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming!” He looked down as his legs began to tremble and there she was looking up expectantly. At the point of release, her mouth formed a perfect ring around his cock. Incredulous that she wanted it in her mouth, it tipped him over the edge. With each deep muscular spasm, she took his load into her mouth, enjoying the sweet bitterness of it as she deftly milked him. The clamping thud into his perineum rocketed through his balls with each contraction. Each contraction yielded a deep grunt from his body and more of his cum into her waiting mouth. “Stop, please stop, I can’t take this,” moaned Harry in-between desperate pants for air, “please, please….” Mercilessly, she rubbed on that spot and felt each shot into her mouth. Wanking him slowly over her breasts, she let the last few drops spill over them. She knew he was spent and looked up to see his incredulous expression; his body rising and falling from his torso. His body was blotchy and livid, his muscles engorged and tight. Releasing his spent cock, she watched the last throbbing tremors of his cock and wiped the edges of her mouth with her finger. He felt her embrace; her lips grazed his and her tongue pressed against his own. Such was his astonishment; he did not mind that he could taste remnants of his essence. “In the name of all that is indecent in this world; you are incredible.” Her girlish giggle filled the ...