A funny thing happened... pt 4 - Sex Stories

A funny thing happened... pt 4

... tongue fucked my mouth as his cock fucked my cunt, and I felt so full, and so wanted and so taken. I felt cherished, and hoarded, and guarded. For a while my lover fucked me like a starving man eats or a parched man drinks. I was his, and he would kill rather than share me with the air in the room or the light from the lamp. Then suddenly he was still inside me. I felt a little spasm in my core, like an echo of that shattering orgasm he had given me just...God was it just a few minutes before, with his tongue. I looked up. Had he cum? Was it over? I wanted to cry again, but then I saw him smiling down at me, and felt him withdraw slowly, allowing me to feel every delicious inch of him moving through me. Then back in again, so slow...so deep...so mmmmmm! bit.ly/HoTS3x I smiled up at Sim, felt a drop of his sweat on my forehead: "OK, Pseudolus, you got me. Promise me you'll always fuck me like that, and I'll smother Lycus with my tits, steal his gold and run away with you to Gaul, or Casablanca or Bocca—wherever—and be your own personal sex slave. That work for you?" He barked his laugh again, thrusting deep into me at the same time, and forcing a little "ooh!" from my lips. "Oh thank...gods, or goddesses! I was wondering how many banks I would have to rob or merchants I would have to slaughter to rent you on a weekly basis." I giggled and batted my eyes at him. "Aw, how sweet! You'd slaughter merchants? For me?" "Legions of 'em." "Tell you what, Honey: we'll talk about it ...

... later. For now, can we fuck some more?" "Sounds good to me...um, Gin, could we try with you on your hands and knees?" "Why Simeon Brownstone, are you saying you want to fuck me doggie-style?" "Um...is that a problem?" I slid out from under him, flipped over, and got on my hands and knees as requested. "Uh uh! Put that cock back in me, Baby!" I felt Sim rise to his knees behind me. With a little maneuvering, he was back inside, and I purred like a cat with a bowl of cream. Again he set a rhythm, slower and more deliberate than before. I heard him groaning and panting, and then: "Oh God, Gin you're perfect: so hot and wet and tight and...oh, you feel so good!" "So do you, Sweetie." I was panting too, now. "Do you like it like this? You like fucking me from behind? Like watching my hot little ass jiggle every time you slam into me?" "Oh...GOD, yes!" "Me too! Oh, so good! God, I wish we had a mirror. I wish I could see us: me on my knees, you taking me from behind, like an animal, just...rutting into me, taking your mate!" Sim began thrusting faster. I squealed: "Oh yes, Baby, fuck me harder, take me...use me...just don't fucking stop..." I didn't usually cum during sex, but all of a sudden...maybe it was the image, or the dirty talk, or...I don't know, but I felt that familiar tightness beginning behind my cunt. It felt like Sim's cock was trying to push its way into it, coming closer and closer. "Sim, Baby, can you keep going...I think I'm going to...going to...hnnnh...I'm going ...