Jane And Her Box - Sex Stories

Jane And Her Box

... my length inside of her, I grab onto her right boob and slowly start thrusting my hips back and forth. She wraps her legs around my waist as I slide in and out of her. She then giggles before saying,

“That can’t be all you’ve got, now is it? Come on. Give it to me. I can take it. Trust me.”

Alright, then. I obey her command, gradually thrusting harder and faster than before. Her smile grows wider with each thrust as I grab onto her right boob, toying with it as I increase my thrusts. Her sweet sounds of bliss fill the room along with the sounds of my thrusts. And to top it all off, the more I thrust in and out of her little asshole, the more satisfied she looks with it. She looks like she’s in paradise. This is everything she’s ever wanted, isn’t it? And now she gets to enjoy every second of it.

“Yeah, that’s much better,” she moans, “Deeper. Harder. Faster. Fuck that little asshole. Shove that cock deep inside of me. Pound me. Pound me until I’m a blubbering mess. Make me into your little anal slut. Give it to me. More. Give me more. Please, Nicholas.”

I’m taken aback by her last statement. She knows my name? I guess it comes with being a magical being. And the way she said it was so fucking hot. I wanna hear it again. I lean closer to her face, whispering,

“Say my name again.”

She gives me a smug smirk, moaning,

“Nicholas~”

I thrust as deep as I can inside of her.

“Again.”

“N-Nicholas~”

I thrust as hard as I possibly ...

... can.

“Again.”

“Nicholas!”

I thrust as fast as I possibly can, tightening my grip on her chest. Her moans are getting louder, her face is getting happier, her body is getting hotter. All because of me. It’s like the roles have been reversed. Here she is, the one who’s supposed to be focusing her energy on pleasing me and now the ***********’s been flipped. I’m her servant. Forever. Or at least until I expire. And what a way to go, spending the rest of my natural life enjoying this tight, little, perfect ass. Best. Birthday present. Ever.

I soon feel my orgasm building again. And judging from her increased moans, Jane’s not that far off. That sexy little face. Without thinking, I give into my urges and lean forward, planting my lips onto hers, which she happily accepts. After a few more thrusts, I groan into the kiss, spilling my essence deep inside of her rectum. She then moans into the kiss as her body lightly spasms and her legs tighten around my waist.

Once I’m completely squeezed dry, I stop my movements. We then slowly break away from the kiss, staring into each other’s eyes as we catch our breath. She’s so damn cute. Her flushed little face, her chest rising and falling, her contagious afterglow, she is just a sight for sore eyes. After composing herself enough, she says,

“You-...you seemed to really enjoy that.”

“That’s one way to look at it,” I reply, “Another would be absolutely fucking loving it.”

“Mmm. Enthusiastic, aren’t we?”

“Well, can you blame me? Both of ...