Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02

... with a sudden, incredible intensity, the cum spurting furiously out of my cock, and I felt again the deep, pulsing, sweet bliss of this new type of orgasm -- the gorgeous sensation of coming while I was being fucked. I cried out loud again and again, surrendering completely to the feelings. I could feel the warm, sticky wetness of my cum all over my tummy: a huge load, impossible to ignore, undeniable evidence that I loved, loved,loved the way this made me feel. And as I lay there -- pinned down, taking a pounding cock in my tight, peachy ass, in a pool of my own cum -- I knew there was no point in fighting. I couldn't resist this. It felt too good. It felt like where I belonged.

At last James came in my ass, and I felt the wet surge of his cum filling me deep inside. With a deep, satisfied groan he pulled out of me, and let himself collapse on top of me. I like that a lot: the firm, heavy wieght of his muscled body on top of mine, holding me to the bed.

My mind had gone blissfully blank. I was safe, I was naked, and I had just been fucked in the ass. For the first time in countless years, I felt at peace.

After a little while he shifted, kissed me on the cheek, and murmured: "Come on then, little fucktoy. Showertime."

There was no more resistance in me. I was ready to do whatever he told me. I followed him, naked, into the bathroom, and we stood together under the hot water. He told me to soap him and scrub him down, and to my amazement, I found myself actually ...

... giggling and grinning with delight. He wanted me to touch and stroke and scrub his big, toned, muscly body -- those thick, brown arms, so much bigger than my slim little limbs; that hard, flat stomach; that perfect, beautiful chest -- and I was thrilled just to touch him, wash him, scrub down every inch of him. I lathered his cock and balls with soap, feeling him grow hard under my touch, and then rinsed him thoroughly until all the soap was gone. And then, with the mischievous twinkle back in his eye, he pushed me down onto my knees. I giggled and squirmed and felt like a delirious little boy, overcome with excitement -- and all because I got to suck his cock. As the hot, clean water soaked us, I knelt down for him, not caring about the hard tiles beneath my knees. And passionately, gaggingly, hungrily, I sucked and sucked on that big, hard, wonderful cock.

He came in my mouth, and I gratefully gulped down his cum. It made me feel so devoted, so happy, just to have the privilege of swallowing his thick, milky load ... even while some part of me was disappointed that he hadn't decided to pin me against the shower wall, and finish once again in my ass. And as that thought flashed through my head while I swallowed his cum, I knew this man could use me in any way he wanted, and I would never resist again. I would take it all like a totally submissive little boy.

Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting at the table back in the living room, eating a late breakfast. The food ...