The Arrival Of Claudia - Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Arrival Of Claudia - Part 2

... lovely. Fuck your hot slave, possess me, and let me see stars. Fill me with your burning hot fucking cream.” Throwing her head backward, she shouted, “Squeeze my tits!” With this type of encouragement this would not last very long. The fucking wasn’t controlled any more. The orgasm machine would be pumping without interruption. Fireworks indeed. When I felt that the cream had started its irreversible journey I warned her. “Oh yes… Delicious. Empty your balls, squirt that hot semen up to my womb and beyond. I feel that I’m going to come as well.” She pressed her butt against me to have me in her as far as possible. During the walk in the direction of the park she drew up the balance sheet. “What a day… And night. If I may count in the lady with the tight pants, I have given two men and a woman at least one orgasm. Two people by the display of my hot body and one as a result of a great fuck. I myself have had six orgasms, of which the first without touching myself or being touched by anyone else. Three by fingering, that is one after you had dropped me at my house and two in the wood before you arrived tonight. Then one when you licked and sucked me and the last one concluding that aforementioned fuck, of which the evidence is still dribbling along my legs. Speaking of an erotic lifestyle.” “You might keep a log.” That is a good idea. There is by the way one more orgasm that should be added to the ones I have given. I will tell you about that particular one within half an ...

... hour or so, because I also have a good idea. I propose that you pick up some things at home and come over to stay with me. You don’t have to pack pajamas.” She laughed. “But do bring the girls library. And then tomorrow, eh, today we just continue the party.” “That is even a brilliant idea. And I am very curious as to that mysterious orgasm and who had the privilege of getting it, although I do have a suspicion.” After I had settled in and she had given me a scotch, she filled a glass of wine for herself. She told me that she had called Michelle the previous evening and had given her an account of what happened that afternoon. “I told her that I had an urgent need to tell her something and asked what she was wearing. Why did I want to know that? It wasn’t very much; a thin short blouse and panties. ‘Well, you can take off those panties to begin with,’ I said. ‘Mom, what’s going on?’ she replied. I started at the very beginning, when you told me to buy a black leather skirt. I went on about the teasing curiosity with which you tortured me for weeks. Then about the instructions you gave me the night before. I heard her gasping. Repeatedly she said ‘ooh’ and she interrupted me with, ‘Oh my God, mom, that sounds hot as hell, extremely super-hot! I’m getting so wet.’ I said that there was more wetness to follow and told her in detail about the afternoon on the bench. She didn’t know whether she was coming or going. She was moaning and I was pretty certain that she was finger-fucking ...