Whatever It Takes Pt. 01: Trust - Sex Stories

Whatever It Takes Pt. 01: Trust

... discomfort and she grinned.

She slid the cock from her body leaving the head resting against her folds. She adjusted her knees and then eased the cock balls deep with one fluid push.

'Fuuuuuuuck,' she said, raising her hips up. 'This,' she said, 'is so much deeper and so much better than anything you could give me.'

Her ass sank back into the bed and she removed the cock, again, resting, before thrusting deep. And then again, only harder. And then again, only now she was pushing back with her thighs, her hips, her cunt slopping and slapping against rubberised balls with every down stroke.

And then again, a gasp, her legs, her thighs, her neck, beginning to tighten and tense. And then again, deep, a double thrust trying to press deeper still. And then again, only now she was shuddering, her eyes rolling back, grunting with the effort, grunting with the force of it.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.' The whites of her eyes and through the snap of teeth. Now her hand, the cock, was a blur, the sound of fucking, the smell of fucking filling the room and I'd never been more turned on, the pain of my need filled everything and all.

'Fuuuuuuucccck,' with a tremulous sigh she slumped back to the bed and turned her head towards me. 'For ten years I've tolerated that pathetic dicklet, and never once have you made me cum like that.'

She held the fake cock out to me again. 'Clean,' she said, and I took it, the taste, the swell, the hardness, the need, I took it all without ever once being reminded that I'd promised, that I'd agreed to this.

'Whatever it takes.' That's what I'd said and now I'd begun to understand what it might mean.