A Dream Come True Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Dream Come True Ch. 02

... plan in mind. He pulled out of her, which earned a light 'hmm?' of hazy pleasure from the older female, before he lined up with her tight ass and pushed his way inside.

The woman had plenty of experience, and knew exactly how to relax all the right muscles to make it easier for him to get inside her. She would relax completely for the first few inches of his throbbing cock, and then clamp down on him like a vice, making it a challenge to push the rest of it into her and then a continued trial to fuck her. He'd done this with her enough times in the past to know that she did it to get him off quickly, but when he didn't cum with the first few strokes, her attention again turned back to him.

"Everything okay?" She asked breathily, barely able to get the words out.

"Mm. Everything is just perfect." He pressed in as deep as he could go, reached forward, and gripped her hips. Then, with little disregard for the potential for them to get caught, he began to rut her. Hard, deep, fast. Again, not his preferred pace, but this was more for her than it was for him.

She let out a low, deep groan of pleasure, gripping the sides of the desk as she desperately tried to hang on for the ride. The woman was in pure bliss, struggling to keep herself quiet, but then let loose, grunting and moaning. Between the potent slaps of flesh on flesh, and the desk creaking loudly from the movement it was clearly not designed for, anyone who could hear it would absolutely be able to. If anyone ...

... did, they certainly weren't in a rush to come stop them.

Much like her, Mike was in utter bliss. She was so tight, damn near too tight, and it was absolutely exquisite. His decision to stretch her pussy thoroughly before moving on to her ass turned out to be a smart one. It made it far easier than he'd expected to pound her with the kind of pace and ferocity he'd set. He could see her lean her head back a little, and he couldn't help himself. He reached forward to take a firm grip of her hair, pulling her head back even more.

Sexually speaking, Mike knew Rachel the least out of the women he'd had even somewhat consistent relations with. He knew she loved to be fucked in the ass, was well versed in her love for worshipping cocks, and was intimately familiar with her love for cum, in and on her. This was a new thing for him to learn, that she loved to have her hair pulled. The woman was like putty in his hands, figuratively speaking, and a part of him wondered if she would let him fill her womb like this.

Still, the plan was to see through to the end exactly what she'd requested. He could feel her cum over and over again, hear the light drip of her arousal on the tile floor as his thick cock practically forced it out of her. He pulled a hand from her hip, the one not currently entangled in her hair, and gave her ass an experimental slap. He got a response immediately.

"Harder."

She said that in the most depraved, desperate way he'd ever heard a woman say such a ...