Confessions of a Motherfucker Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Motherfucker Ch. 05

... very very pink.

And her pussy was welling and overflowing and welling and overflowing in slow pumps, not quite an orgasm but a sexual release that had her thick nectar hanging in strings until it would touch one thigh or the other and start running down her skin rather than hanging free.

I touched the welt I had raised and she twitched, that string of her thick mucus-laden love nectar swaying until it touched behind her knee and then stretching into a thin string before it broke.

The welt was hard and very hot.

I smiled.

"Oh yeah," I thought, "you'll feel that when you sit."

"Okay," I said, "you can release your ankles now."

She stood, slowly, and turned to face me.

She was crying, her nose was running like a damn faucet, and she was smiling.

"Thank you, Baby," she said softly, "I damn sure felt that."

I kissed her, a slick snotty kiss, patted her ass making her wince, and said, "Go wash your face and run a brush through your hair. No makeup. No undies. Throw on a dress. I'm hungry."

She smiled and actually curtsied, "As you wish, Man of the House."

Her ass looked even better, that stripe bright, as she walked away.