Stalker - Sex Stories

Stalker

... ass and hole. Inserting a finger, he found her to be even tighter back there than her pussy. Moaning at the mere thought of plowing her luscious ass, another finger joined the first. Both were moving in a steady rhythm, drawing gasps from Don's lady. Unable to take any more play, his neighbor screamed. "Put it in already!" Laughing at her impatience, Don couldn't help but give her what she wanted. Removing his fingers, Don replaced them with his hot, throbbing manhood. Pushing inward with a pop, he found his head surrounded by hot walls. The intense pleasure made him want to shoot. Controlling himself, he bit down into her soft shoulder, loving the husky gasp she made as he began sucking on it with a fever. He pushed in all the way, loving the tight squeeze around his pulsing rod. She moaned in pained-pleasure as she felt him stretch her ass completely. Needing more, she began finger-fucking herself, enjoying the feel of his cum dripping from her cunt. Arching her back, she pushed her full breasts into his waiting hands. The pull it caused at her neck - where he was biting - sent ...

... tingles all over her body, shooting straight to her clit. Flexing her ass muscles, she felt his hot liquid pool into her, dripping out when she became too full. Pulling out of her, she whimpered at the loss of his member. Loving her sounds, Don looked over her battered body; the hickey he had given was already darkening purple with ownership. Her dead-beat of a husband wasn't going to like that, but he was pretty sure she could handle it. Turning her onto her back, he fell down before her and placing his mouth at her cunt, he ate her out for a final time. Never would they have thought that 'Lover and Stalker' would go with such a cumming blast, yet that was exactly what happened when they were featured among the web site's 'Top Ten Fucks of the Month' posts. Her husband had found out all too quickly, forcing them to move. Her stalker became nothing more than a distant memory. Though sometimes, she still played in front of the window, imagining that he was out there watching. As for Don, he couldn't help but watch through his binoculars as his lover played for his unknown enjoyment.