The Man Of Sin: Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: Chapter 4

... the liquid arousal clinging to her fingertips. She could not deny the pleasure she was feeling, the soft bolts of electricity crackling through her body. But she felt stagnant, knowing that there was more she had to do. -----‘How will I know when I’m done? Do I really have to have an orgasm? I’m not sure I’ll get one at this rate, or even if I’m doing this right. Should… should I try going inside?’ -----With her eyes screwed shut, she slowly inserted her middle finger into her slit, making her shudder in the sudden wave of strange bliss. It felt good. She began moving it back and forth, her finger sliding effortlessly through her velvet sleeve. Her fluttering breaths became deep pants, with her muscles expanding and contracting and making her writhe and stretch. -----‘Oh God, oh God, oh God!’ she thought to herself. -----She couldn’t help it, she needed more. She inserted her index finger as well, while her left hand struggled to find something to grab onto. At first she clutched her shoulder, then her arm, but at last settled by grasping her breast. Her hand was under her bra, her palms massaging her womanly shelf. Had her skin always been so soft and smooth? Had her breasts always been this large? She experimentally gave her nipple a soft pinch and gasped, feeling as if a bolt of lightning was stretching between the soft nub and her pussy. Her whole body was becoming tense and hyper, like Restless Leg Syndrome. She started arching her back and then curling up, her voice ...

... beginning to slip free between her frantic pants. -----A memory flashed through her mind. Xavier had done the very same thing to her in the church. He had embraced her, using one hand to fondle her breasts and the other hand to finger her pussy. -----‘No! I can’t think about that now!’ -----She tried to push the memory out of her mind, feeling it contaminating the pleasure she was feeling. Regardless, it crept in, her imagination syncing up the past and the present so that her hands became his. -----‘Get out of my head! I want nothing to do with you!’ -----She tried even harder to keep the thoughts out, focusing solely on the pleasure and the physical aspects. She was so close, she could feel it. But she could see Xavier’s arms around her, this figment of her imagination flashing in and out of her mind’s eye like a strobe light. She could feel his breath and lips on her neck, smell that masculine scent that his bed shared, even feel the collar around her neck while currently inactive. Her will broke, those thoughts of Xavier momentarily flooding her mind, and in that moment, she came. Waves of euphoria, indescribable to her innocent soul, submerged her body in a hot bath while billions of tiny massage therapists gave every muscle a deep rubdown. Her voice slipped free, a single moan echoing through her room, while she could feel drops of her arousal splattering against her palm. -----Soon, the bliss ended, and she was left gasping for air with her chest heaving and her mind ...