Discovering Myself - Sex Stories

Discovering Myself

... to grip my waist, steadying me as I was bent over, completely at his mercy.

The sensation of my enlarged breasts swaying beneath me was a bizarre reminder of my transformation, adding another layer to the already intense experience. Each of Mark's thrusts built the pressure inside me exponentially, winding me tighter and tighter like a spring compressed to its limit.

“F-F-Fuuuck yes!” I cried out, unable to hold back any longer. “Fuck me! Y-Yesss!” The words burst forth from deep within me, a plea and an affirmation all at once.

In that moment, there was nothing else but the raw, overwhelming sensation that consumed me. My focus was entirely on the physical ecstasy, the here and now, with no thought for anything else. The complexity of my feelings – fear, shame, confusion – was drowned out by the singular, all-encompassing experience of pleasure. My mind, which had fought so desperately to resist, was now eclipsed by the undeniable force of my body's response.

The intensity of the moment was like a force of nature, uncontrollable and overwhelming. Mark's words, punctuated by his powerful thrusts, were both a taunt and a challenge. “I knew… you’d come... around... to it…” he grunted, “Tell me... how bad… you want it.”

My response was a visceral, desperate plea, torn from the depths of my being. “Fuck! I want it!” I cried out, the words laced with a torment born of an insatiable need. “I need it! Don’t stop! Fuck me!” The pressure within me was building to a ...

... crescendo, threatening to explode in an uncontrollable outburst of raw, primal energy.

“Fuck! No! Don’t stop!” My voice was a blend of agony and pleading. “Please!”

Then, with a commanding tone that brooked no resistance, he tested me further. “Turn the fuck around,” he ordered, “Get the fuck down, and suck me off like you fucking mean it this time.”

Collapsing to the ground, my legs gave way under the overwhelming physical and emotional strain. My body trembled uncontrollably, my mind a whirlwind of chaos and confusion. In that moment, I realized I was past the point of rational thought – I was driven solely by an overpowering craving for more.

I needed him, wanted him in a way that eclipsed all reason and understanding. In a frenzied state, I took as much of him into my mouth as I could. My tongue danced along his shaft, exploring every inch with a fervor that surprised even me. My hands gripped the base of his girth, driven by an insatiable hunger.

My mouth enveloped over half of his length, my gag reflex pushed to its limits and beyond by my sheer determination. I was completely consumed by the act, losing all sense of time and place. Nothing mattered except satisfying the burning need within me.

As I continued, I became acutely aware of every detail of his anatomy. I noticed the veins, the ridges, the subtle variations in texture. Each aspect of his cock became a focal point of my intense exploration, the taste and feel of him imprinted in my mind.

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