The Danielle Development - Sex Stories

The Danielle Development

... out in pain as her asshole was violently penetrated just as she had directed me.

She braced herself against the wall pushing back into me so I knew she wanted me to continue. For the next few minutes I ploughed in and out, like a jackhammer, ignoring her initial cries of pain as she loosened up. Eventually she started to build to familiar moans of impending climax, but neither she nor I was stimulating her anywhere else. I continued to pound her ass, so much so that I was beginning to tire but I knew I had to keep going to reach the prize.

"Ohhhh fuuuckk, don't stop, don't stop, ohhhhh yes yes yes" Danielle demanded as she teetered on the edge of an entirely anal orgasm.

I was already cumming inside her, the sensation of her tight ass clenching down in anticipation on my throbbing cock had been too much for me. But I adjusted my feet to get a better grip and summoned my final reserves to continue pummelling her ass as long as I could stay hard. It took only a few seconds more.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Danielle yelled and she slumped forward, and her limbs jerked around.

My cock slipped out her ass and I was quick enough to catch her under her arms as she slipped down, her legs totally giving way. We both slid onto the floor, Danielle in my arms, as the water continued to spray us. Danielle's eyes had rolled back and for a few seconds she appeared possessed as she twitched and convulsed involuntarily.

I reached up and turned off the shower and sat with ...

... her for a minute.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"That was amazing. Just amazing." She replied, trying to stand up.

I helped her up and we both stepped out of the shower, wrapping ourselves in towels. Danielle leaned against the sink for a few minutes steadying herself before sitting down on the toilet to eject my load from her ass and to pee. I enjoyed the weird intimacy of the act as she smiled back at me while doing so.

"So" Danielle announced as we began to get dressed in the bedroom "You are a pilot, are you not?"

"Yes" I replied, confused, did she not believe me?

"And pilots have uniforms, do they not?" she said, revealing where she was going with her line of questioning.

"They do" I said smiling as I pulled on my socks.

"Then explain to me why I have been here for two days and I have yet to see you in it, or remove you from it." She continued. "It's not even in there." she said gesturing to the wardrobe.

"Well I haven't really had much flying to do in the flat and, in actual fact, it is in there..." I replied "...mostly."

I retrieved from the wardrobe a plain white short sleeved shirt and black trousers and placed them on the bed.

"Well that's not a pilot's uniform!" Danielle scoffed indignantly.

"As the one qualified pilot in the room, I would disagree." I mocked.

"Where's the hat? The jacket with the gold braid? Those little things pilots have on their shoulders?" she asked.

"Epaulettes..." I replied "...wait here."

Wearing only my ...