When the Need Strikes - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

When the Need Strikes - Chapter 2

... clit the whole while. I was wetter than I could ever remember being, and as he started steadily pumping two fingers in and out, my eyes rolled back and I could feel my juices start to gush. “Oh Jesus, Craig! Oh fuck, yes, just like that—oh yes, keep going. Oh pleeease, yes, fuck me. Oh, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me.” My hips started uncontrollably thrusting, raising my bare ass off the bed. My brother was a fucking pro—his gloved fingers felt amazing inside of me, and as if he’d read my mind, he’d started to slowly increase the pressure on my clit, drumming his fingers slightly as he did. My whole body felt like it was throbbing, and the pleasure coursing through me was insane. “Fuck! Oh yes, Craig, fuck! Please! Don’t stop! Oh fuuuuuuck.” Too late, I realized how loud I was being, and as my orgasm washed over me, I crammed an entire fist inside my mouth, just to prevent myself from screaming out with pleasure. Since I’d first discovered self-pleasure, I hadn’t gone this long without cumming, and it was incredible. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed across my body, and I felt dehydrated from all the juices I’d pumped out onto my bed. “Fuck,” I said, after a few minutes had passed and the golden glow had begun to fade. “Fucking hell, Craig.” “Was that good?” he asked, a hint of nervousness present in his voice. “Brother,” I replied, “that was amazing. Fuck. Pardon my language, but…” “It’s fine,” he laughed. “I’m just glad I could repay you.” “Uh huh,” I said ...

... languidly. Sleep was beginning to wash over me. “Thanks, Craig.” “No worries,” he said, taking off the gloves and throwing them into the trash. “I’m going to be honest, it’s going to be a challenge, preventing myself from…y’know. After that.” “It’s okay,” I said with a yawn. “If the need strikes, you know where I am…” I was asleep before I realized what I’d offered, but fortunately my earlier efforts had been enough to satisfy Craig, and I slept the rest of the night uninterrupted. * * * The next day, when I got home, I was surprised to discover Mason DeGraves waiting outside the house, in a car that looked like it cost more than my Dad had made in a lifetime working at the bank. “Lord DeGraves,” I said when he opened the car door to greet me. “Get in,” he said, and I felt like it would be a bad idea to disobey him. He was sprawled out on the back seat—driving the car was a woman who rivaled his maid for sheer attractiveness. She was sitting down, so it was hard to tell, but I’d guess that she was more than six foot tall—an Amazon of a woman. No, not an Amazon—a Valkyrie. She had long, blonde hair, and was wearing an erotic parody of a chauffeur’s outfit. It was red and black, with a jacket that highlighted her incredibly impressive cleavage. It was topped off with a small hat, but as I got in, I noticed her bare legs. That made me look closer, and as I peered over the divider, I could see that she didn’t seem to be wearing anything on her bottom half. Lord DeGraves must have seen ...