Whatever It Takes Pt. 01: Trust - Sex Stories

Whatever It Takes Pt. 01: Trust

... deep, with a single motion. Her hands against my ass, pulling me deeper, spluttering, coughing, gagging, drooling, as if my modest 4 and a half inches was too much, too much for her to take.

And then my hands in her hair, rocking against her lips, balls slapping against her chin, and then thrusting, fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt. And Kayla moaning, Kayla begging for it, Kayla taking all I might give and yet wanting even more.

And then, when I was done, done with a groan from the deep of my chest, she opened her mouth, overbrimming with thick pearlescent cum, held it for an instant, closed, swallowed, and then, with a perfectly framed grin, said, 'Yum'.

Sarah rarely went down. Sarah never swallowed. Sarah never rimmed. Sarah would not contemplate taking my cock in her ass. But Kayla did it all and more.

The first time I fucked her, I held her against my desk, my mouth against her mouth, her tongue probing my ear, her shirt ripped open in our desperation, the heavy swell of her breasts pressed tight against my chest.

'Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy.'

And I, pounding her hard enough to rock the desk. Pounding her hard enough to make her squeal with each and every thrust. Pounding her hard enough that I worried domestics, security, Charlie from Accounts, might overhear and intervene to stop this thing. And part of me wished that it might be so, as I unloaded deep into her cunt. I worried that they might know and I worried that they ...

... might not.

And I wondered about Sarah as I returned late again, Sarah in the kitchen, Sarah leaning across the stove, Sarah with a glass of red Merlot to hand, not seeing that I'd arrived, hair mussed, dishevelled and stinking of fuck.

Fucking Kayla against the office window, I watched the city roil and unravel below. My cock between her cheeks shallow dicking her pussy while I frigged at her clit reaching from around her hip. Kayla gasping, gasping, gasping as if for air. And I grunting, grunting, grunting, coming up fast behind. Then Kayla winning that race at the last, tipping over the edge, a half second before I too reached the line.

'Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck.'

Arriving half a second late and cumming hard, light atmospheric entry, the heat shield slipped, burning up on re-entry. Grunting, pushing her face hard against cold glass as she licked at the window pane, the sodden wetness of her cum and my cum frothing between us and dripping against her legs and down onto the carpet.

The first time I fucked her, I took her raw. I didn't ask, it was assumed. Skin to skin, the slosh of her pussy, the splash of the release, the first stroke spraying her labia, the second pushing it deep.

The next time it was expected, but she asked,

'Breed me, Daddy. Cum inside me, Daddy. Knock me up, Daddy.'

Kayla fucked messy, Kayla fucked nasty, Kayla fucked loud. And it was all risky, and so we moved it to the Marriott and I fucked her bareback each and every time. ...