Torrie's Year - Sex Stories

Torrie's Year

... drove herself. At a stop light she looked at her purse, the same purse from the previous weekend. "No," she told herself, the images and feeling of Ronnie's cock spewing cum in her mouth, popping into her head. She again shook the image from her head at the next stop light. It was so tasty, so naughty of her, so exhilarating to suck his black cock. At the third stop light she fished his number out her purse and called it, angrily slamming her purse down, "It's about time you called," Ronnie answered. Torrie's mind spinning, thinking of excuses, knowing her son wouldn't be playing that much in the game anyway, spun the car around and headed toward the hotel driving as fast as she safely could. ******************** Ronnie took her, dominated her, controlled her, impaled her deeper than her husband. She felt helpless in his arms, flailing around after the countless orgasms she had. She knew it would happen when she turned the car around. He answered the door naked with a smug grin on his face. He made her service his cock, he made her kiss and lick every inch of his muscular body, and he made her pleasure him - something she never experienced, with her husband, huffing and puffing for a few minutes on top of her once a week Gripping her blond hair tightly, after he pulled her on top of him, "You were made for this. You were made for black cock," he grunted, pulling her head back, kissing on her neck, sucking her tits. He didn't just suck the nipples like John occasionally did, ...

... he devoured as much of her tit flesh as he could, making her shake with orgasms as his cock banged against her cervix. She was owned by Ronnie that night. On all fours a little later, Ronnie behind her, slapping her ass, "Yes, good white pussy!" He tore into her, leaving her a whimpering, moaning mess. When Ronnie was ready to finish, he pulled out, slapped her butt one more time, spun her around and awarded her with a huge dose of semen to her throat. "Clean me," Ronnie said, sitting in the chair next to the bed. Torrie went to her knees, sucking and cleaning his cock with her mouth. Ronnie looked her in the eyes, fifteen minutes later, "One more time then you can leave." Guiding her to her feet, Ronnie bent down, picking her up, throwing her feet around him. While standing, he guided his cock into her once more. "Does your husband go more than once in a night with you?" Torrie giggled and shook her head no. Ronnie lifted her off his cock and then lowered her, over and over. "Cum for me," he ordered. Torrie couldn't help but comply. She had more orgasms those two and half hours with Ronnie than she had in two and half years. When she was a shaking, quivering mess, Ronnie slammed her down on the mattress of his hotel bed, and bucking wildly. Grunting as he slammed his hips into her. "Ahh! Yes!" Torrie cried out again, looking at Ronnie sweat and work above her. She trailed her hand over his chest, gathering up sweat. "Lick it. Lick that sweat off your hand," Ronnie commanded ...