The Business - Sex Stories

The Business

... and her cunt flooded with juices.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” he cried as he felt the heat of her liquid burning him. He humped deep into her once then came, firing his spunk deep into her belly. “Your little bitch,” he said, humping against her as his cock pulsated wildly firing more and more spunk into her, “you fucking little whore.”

“Yes, l’ll be your whore,” she said, “you can own me, tell me to do anything, use me for your fantasies, fuck me whenever you want.”

The pain in his balls was almost unbearable as he emptied himself inside her.

“You could be making babies inside me now,” she tormented.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” he cried but still humped his cock deeper, in his mind he wanted to split her with his cock.

She trembled again and more heat flooded over him, he felt it escaping from her cunt and running down his thighs.

“Oh thank you Mr. King,” she said, “thank you for making me cum, was l good, was l as good as you imagined when you played with yourself last night.”

“God she can read my mind,” he thought, “she knows how l brought myself to orgasm last night, dreaming of this very scenario, my god she is a witch, but l have to have her.”

Slowly his body calmed as he laid on top of her, his cock pulsing less urgently as her cunt gripped him trying to squeeze the last drop of spunk out of him. Eventually he stood up, his cock sliding out of her cunt followed by a trickle of his cum.

“Oh l need tissues,” she giggled as more of his seed leaked from ...

... her.

He looked around desperately but saw none. He grabbed his trousers and took his handkerchief out of the pocket.

“Here, use that,” he said, handing it to her.

“Thank you,” she said, packing it into her cunt. “I can wash it and bring it back tomorrow unless you would prefer to keep it with your cum and my cunt juice on it, you could smell it when you are wanking.”

“Oh my god, is there no end to your filth,” he said, leaning against the wall, “look what you have made me do, look what you have turned me into.”

“Oh but it was so good Mr. King,” she said, going over to him and kneeling, kissing his cock and sucking the residue from it.

“No, no more!” He said, pushing her away, “we have to stop.”

“But you will want to fuck me again,” she said, “perhaps tomorrow you would like to try my bottom l think l might like that, think how tight my bottom would be, how it would be to fill my bottom with spunk.”

“Stop it! Stop it now! You’re driving me crazy,” he yelled.

She stood up, facing him, smiling.

“Oh you will want me again,” she smirked, “you will want to do all sorts of filthy things to me and l will love it, l’m your whore now.”

“What you said, what you said when l was….”

“Shooting your spunk into me?” She finished.

“Yes, what you said….you said about babies…tell me that won’t happen….tell me you take precautions.”

“But why would l take precautions Mr. King,” she smiled. “I’m just an innocent little girl, a girl who has just been spanked and ...