The Silent Game - Sex Stories

The Silent Game

... and pulls out, continuing this until my pussy engulfs it. I whimper as his fingers start to retreat out of my love hole, promising more sweet torture. "Dave," I moan, trying to beg him to put me out of my misery. "Shhh." His fingers plunge into me, taking my breath away as he begins to brutally finger fuck me. I squeal and bite my lips to silence my screams. "Hmmm. Like that, baby?" Dave grunts with exertion as his fingers plunges into my depths, making my juices flow. "Mmm, yes! Fuck! Dave!" I cry out, trying desperately to stay quiet. I can feel my orgasm nearing, my muscles tensing just before the storm hits. I start to cry as he stops moving his fingers altogether, bringing it to a halt and just letting it stay buried inside my warm, soaking wet pussy. My breathing is labored and I am fully aware of my body. How my heart is racing and thumping loudly in my ears, how hard my nipples are and how they are aching to be touched, licked, and sucked, how my lower back have begun to dampen a little from trying to meet Dave's fingers as they fucked my pussy, and how much I was aching to have his damn prick inside me. I begin to move my hips slowly, fucking his fingers, trying desperately to get rid of this delicious and painful ache between my legs. He chuckles deeply and begins to slowly finger fuck me again, holding me at the edge to calm the ache just enough, but not enough to give me the release I desperately needed. He grabs my hands from above my head, and pulls me up to ...

... sit. He pulls my shirt off in one swift movement and then covers my mouth with his, his tongue probing and demanding as I reciprocate my desperateness, my need. "Dave," I moan softly, his fingers still moving inside me. "Tell me what you want, my little whore." "I want..." I gasp, losing my train of thoughts, as he uses his thumb to press against my clit. "You want?" he asks, in a gruff voice. "Y-your hard cock," I finish, sighing and moaning softly as I tighten my hold on his shoulders. My body trembles and shakes as the pleasure fills my entire body, making me feel the sweet dizziness that makes it hard for me to see anything straight. "No, say it all. I want you to say it all. What do you want?" he demands in a raspy voice, his need to bury himself in me becomes increasingly obvious. "Dave... oh god!" I moan almost too loudly when he takes my hard nipple between his thumb and index, twisting and squeezing softly, not to hurt but to cause more pleasure to run through my body. "Huh,” he grunts, “I still don't know what you want," he says, now twisting and squeezing my other nipple, causing more ripples of pleasure to run through my body. "Mmm. Dave, please... Fuck," I pant heavily, trying to concentrate on the words, "you already know what I want," I whine, my frustration leaking through my voice as the ache to be filled, intensifies. "You're right," he says with forced conciliation, "but I still want to hear you say it. I love when you beg to have your tight little pussy ...