A Slut's One Night Stand - Sex Stories

A Slut's One Night Stand

... either. Instead she leaned forward and stuffed three fingers into her gasping cunt, and cursed as she did so. A moment later she was breathing heavily and pressing for release as her hand pumped in and out again and again; each subsequent push and pull of her punishing assault succeeding in dripping a great quantity of her own cum onto my chest and neck.

I grew hard again in an instant and pressed my mouth to the sex angel's holiest places with renewed enthusiasm, slathering her hole and velvety canal with my tongue to the best of my ability.

I was rewarded an instant later as she threw her whole weight forward and snatched my rigid prick in her fist before engulfing it whole. I almost screamed into her ass hole as the head of my cock slammed down her throat, and the suction she applied while swiping her tongue all along the bottom of my hardness drove me to a breaking point, leaving me whimpering for reprieve as she sucked my cock as if it were the fountain of life itself.

Her deepthroating then matched the rhythm of her own pussy's punishment and soon we were synced in our whimpering as well; devouring each others sordid flesh.

Then in unison another set of matching orgasms coursed through our bodies with cascading hammer blows, her's gushing onto my face, and mine pumping shot after shot down her throat.

With both our appetites ignited by the first course of foreplay, she rolled off and situated her body until she lay flush with mine.

Planting a wet kiss ...

... on my lips, she pushed her saliva into my mouth while receiving mine in exchange.

"You're a mess." She stated, matter of fact and stood up with a bounce. "Come on."

Magnetized, I rose from the couch, an automaton summoned by her spell craft, and followed her into her bathroom.

I watched as her shapely body navigated the glass cubicle and a minute later, we stood beneath the sharp jet of water as the radiant clouds of our sex stormed quietly on in the depths of our electric bodies. Steam rose and surrounded us, shrouding our entwined embrace within. My mistress rubbed my lower back with long, loving strokes and held her face in the curve of my neck.

The tenderness of her trust stirred soothing emotions, and I quickly manoeuvred to my knees to show her the gratitude she deserved. She pushed down on my head until I knelt at her altar, with my ass perched atop my folded feet, completely addicted to the worship of her.

We'd been taught to never worship false idols, that only with devotion to god, can we be absolved. But at the throne of her sex; thick thighs framing her swollen pussy like it belonged in the Louvres, I challenged any book or flight of faith to find me a deity worth worshipping more than her hallowed sex. To find me a sermon more holy than her moan.

Wrapping my arms around her hips, I grasped the firm flesh of her ass and spread her cheeks as I kneaded them. Staring up past her heavy bosom I locked my eyes to hers and batted my lashes as I brought ...