Who Done Her? - Sex Stories

Who Done Her?

My hands scrambled in a fruitless attempt to hold onto his muscular, slippery flesh. We were both coated in a thin layer of sweat, caused by our rhythmic coitus dance; bodies entwined together, sharing the mutual pleasure of fornication. My breasts bounced with every thrust of his cock, which moved like a piston inside the depths of my soaked pussy. I was so full and stretched to my limit. My eyes tired in their attempt to focus and rolled back into my head, giving over another sense to the all-consuming and building fulmination. If my mind could have engaged on anything other than the gratifying pounding, it might have registered the fusillade of obscenities that poured freely from my open mouth. “Oh Fuck! Your cock is so big. It feels so good. Keep fucking me, don’t you dare stop. Oh god, I’m going to cum all over your massive dick. Fuck me harder! Fill me with your cum.” My voice grew hoarse from my cries of pleasure, created by the seemingly never ending ploughing. He flipped me over and started fucking me even harder from behind. I struggled to hold myself up. Seeing me limp with exhaustion, he wrapped his strong arms around my body, pulling me so his chest was pressed firmly against my back. His hands gripped my breast for leverage. He continued his frantic onslaught. The pain that I should have felt when his teeth sank into my shoulder was overridden by the almighty, body shaking, mind shattering orgasm that ripped through me. With spurt after powerful spurt, he ...

... pumped his seed into the depths of me and I took it all gladly. *** Megan woke with a jolt. Her body was covered in perspiration just as it had been in her dream. It was the sort of dream that refused, even in consciousness to let its grip go from her mind. She sat up in the bed, pulling at the sheets that had wrapped themselves tight around her body as she’d tossed about in her slumber. As her eyes focused and she pulled herself further out of the dream, she looked around the darkened room, confused at first as to where she was. With another moment passing her racing heart calmed slightly. She recalled that she was in a hotel room; a cheap room supplied by work on her business trip. Scrambling around in the dark, she managed to find the switch for the bedside lamp, hiding her eyes when the brightness of the illumination hurt her head. Slowly, she splayed her fingers slightly and allowed a small amount of light back into her world. “Jesus, my head is pounding.” She reached for a glass of water from her bedside and took a sip to quench her drier than dry mouth. She looked at the clock and realised that the sun would soon be coming up. Kicking off the sheets from her sodden body, she made her way to standing, only to sit back down on the edge of the bed when the room began to spin from her sudden ascension. Her legs were stiff like she’d just ran a marathon. “What the hell did I do last night?” The realization quickly dawned that she couldn’t actually remember. Thoughts of her dream ...