Finding Robin, Finding Myself - Sex Stories

Finding Robin, Finding Myself

... bitch?"

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me?"

Slap.

"What?"

"Please fuck me, please fuck my ass!" I cried, hardly believing myself.

She pushed her cock slowly, implacably, and deeply into me. I took her length, the all of it, and she smiled and leaned over my mouth to kiss me. Then she began to move, incrementally at first, pulling her cock back an inch and thrusting it into my ass, then more, and more, until she retracted its entire length, leaving only its head buried in me, before thrusting, deeper and faster and harder, all the while reminding me that I was her bitch, her cock-slut, her toy, her pet, her sissy.

She was gleaming with sweat, her perfect girly body relentlessly pressing, until I felt her spasm and convulse. She quickly withdrew and unleashed a torrent of cum on my face and in my mouth and I took the cue to take her into my throat again, to clean her up as she moaned with satisfaction and release.

"Stroke yourself, bitch," she ordered.

So I began. My throat and stomach were charged with palpitating energy such as I'd never experienced, and I wondered if a whole-body orgasm could even happen to me. So I stroked myself while sucking her and I was on the verge of cumming when Robin yanked my head towards my own cock. My cum spurted into my own mouth and across my face and my upper chest too. I had taken two loads -- partly swallowed, partly lingering still across my lips and on my tongue, commingling.

Robin kissed me, long and slow. Her fine tongue made circles inside my mouth, tasting herself, tasting me. She pulled on my lips with her teeth and I kissed her with a force of my own, with gratitude. Eventually she gently eased away, whispering that she had only just begun.