Who Done Her? - Sex Stories

Who Done Her?

... cock in front of me. All inhibitions were gone, leaving only a frantic, fast paced rise to our explosive peaks. I had absolutely no control over my body, as my need to cum for him took over. The words that spilled from my mouth came from somewhere deep inside and I wasn’t even really registering what I was saying. “Fuck yes! Stroke that cock for me. Fuck it’s so sexy. I want your cum. Fucking cum all over me. Mark me as yours, give me everything you’ve got and cover my face with your cum. Please, fuck, David! I need it. Please. I’ve been a bad girl and I deserve to be your cum slut.” With the first caress of his silky hot cum across my cheek, I came. Fuck, I came with a scream so loud that I’m sure even the people in the penthouse, forty floors above, probably heard my feral cries of ecstasy. When I came around from the blinding orgasm, his cum dripped from my face. I must have looked a real picture, with my hazed eyes, tear streaked cheeks and cum painted features. “Clean it off and don’t waste a drop. I’ll give you a minute to recover, but I’m not done with you yet.” Through my blurred sight, I noticed that he was still rock solid. I’d read about people that could stay hard, even after unloading a sack full of cum, but I’d never actually met someone in real life that could do it. I scooped up as much of his cum from my face and sucked my fingers clean. He seemed happy with my efforts and pulled me up by my arm into a passionate, yet slightly softer kiss. “Get your sexy, ...

... naked ass on that bed and spread your fucking legs. I’ve got some more punishment to hand out.” On wobbly legs, I made my way across the room and followed his instruction, spreading my legs wide and bearing all of my most intimate glory to him. I was ready. I was more than ready to have him fill me to the brim and pound me until my body was broke and my mind shattered. *** Megan fiddled with the cold, gold cufflink between her fingers, as she waited nervously in one of the plush seats in the Winchester’s lobby. She remembered how when David had fallen asleep after their incredible fucking, she’d quietly got up from the bed and scrambled about in the dark to collect her things. She must’ve picked up his cufflink when she’d stuffed everything into her bag. Every time the elevator pinged to signal someone arriving at the foyer her heart jumped into her mouth. Finally, after several other guests came down for breakfast, the elevator pinged and David walked out into the lobby. He was dressed in his gym gear. He looked incredibly sexy, even in his grey joggers and white t-shirt, which had the tell-tale signs of sweat marks indicating that he’d already had his work out. He walked over to her. “Let’s go for a walk. I don’t want to do this here.” She swallowed hard at hearing his stern tone and read into his words that she was going to get fired. She followed him out into the street and walked a step behind him. Feeling the cool morning air on her skin she wished she’d put her jacket on ...