The Horny Heist - Sex Stories

The Horny Heist

... further, heightening the yearning that pulsed through her veins. The pain, the fear, and the forbidden nature of his encounter drove her wild with desire.

He pulls his long tool out of Sarah and stares at his sex slave with lecherous eyes imagining the bad things he wants to do to her. Her body emanates a magnetic energy that draws her rapist closer to her. Her lips softly parted in anticipation and beckoned to him with an unspoken invitation. Their eyes locked, and a current of electric desire surged between them.

Without needing to say words, he guides her body to a new position. She scrambles to get on all fours, her head pressed down against her pillows, her bent knees pressed into the bed spread wide apart, and her succulent round ass surrendered for his copulation. She presented her yearning fuck hole for fornication. A beam of moonlight shines on his glistening wet meat as it targets her yearning winking hole. Erik enjoys watching his reentry, a broad grin across his face, as his fat tool disappears between her large round mounds into her sopping wet cunt. As he plunges into her, she lets out a loud moan of pleasure, “Ohhhhh, yes!”

His hands wrapped around her wide hips, pulling her into him roughly, His tool spearing swiftly into her making her yelp with each crushing blow against her cervix. Their bodies moved with a synchronicity. Each touch, each brush of skin against skin, sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through their beings. Her unrestrained cries ...

... of passion singing louder and louder. His large hand swiftly slapped her supple round ass hard with a “crack”, his hand imprinted on her pale ass leaving a red burning sting. Her pain, like her fear, converted into pleasure. “Oh yes!”

One of her hands cupped her large breast, twisting and pulling her sensitive nipples. The other found her greased-up clitoris and was happily pleased to attend to her growing needs. His hand again drops violently against her ass cheek, the searing pain eliciting screams of pleasure. Her hips bucked into his attack, shoving her ass against his hips, into him just as fervently as he was thrusting into her. The slapping sound of their sweaty body’s piercing the otherwise silent night. Her firm round ass, spread wide apart, reverberating waves of joy down her back. Conflicted, her carnal pleasure howls out to her master, “Damn it! You feel so fucking good! Yes! Yes! Oh God! Please fuck me!” Her soul is crushed as she has descended from loathing her rapist to begging for this penis.

“God damn, you’re a sexy whore! Beg for my cock!” He commands with gratification, pounding into her depths.

“Oh yes! Please fuck me! Please!!” She screams, tears cascading down her eyes, ashamed that she has never felt this level of satisfaction ever before. What was she becoming? What was wrong with her? Why was she a willing participant in his commands?

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, lost in a rhythm only they could comprehend. The room filled with ...