Trish’s Life - Sex Stories

Trish’s Life

... almost done."

"Please, take me with you Mr. Grant," Trish begged. "I don't want to stay here with this wimp. You can fuck me with your big cock anytime you want."

"I will fuck you anytime I want, but you're not coming with me. I'll just drop in and fuck you whenever I feel like it. Or maybe I'll have you brought to my office to fuck me and some of my big, dicked staff," he told her.

"But I want more of your big cock now," she whispered.

"And you'll get it. I still have to fuck that tight virgin asshole of yours before I leave tonight," he said.

"Oh my god! You can't be serious! That thing will never fit. Please don't make me do that," Trish begged.

"Shut up cunt," Mr. Grant told her.

"Ouch!" said Trish, pulling back from her coffee mug. "Damn, I got a splinter from that cheap coaster. It's a good thing there's no blood or Harold would probably faint."

"Really?" asked Mr. Grant. He got up and ran into the kitchen. "Harold! Your wife got a huge splinter in her hand and its bleeding. Do you have a needle I can use to get it out?"

"Oh my! Here you go," said Harold, passing Mr. Grant a large needle from a drawer. "Use the bathroom sink!" he called after Mr. Grant.

Mr. Grant went back into the living room and grabbed Trish, pulled her into the bathroom, and closed the door. "Bend over the sink bitch," he told her. She took a deep breath and did as he asked. Mr. Grant pulled up the back of her dress, pulled out his hardening cock and guided the head to ...

... her asshole. He applied some light pressure. "Tell me what you want bitch."

"Uh... I want your cock... I want that big cock up my ass... Fuck my ass..." she told him. He began applying real pressure. "OH GOD! IT HURTS! OH FUCK!! STOP! YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she screamed.

"Trish! Are you okay?" Harold's voice was outside the door.

"There's a lot of blood Harold. Come in and see, the door's not locked," Mr. Grant told him.

"Oh my god! Blood? Maybe you better take care of it Mr. Grant. I'm not too good with blood," said Harold. "Take good care of her."

"I'll do my best Harold. Stay close, I might need your help," Mr. Grant told him as gave another hard thrust. The head of his dick popped into her asshole.

"NOOO! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! IT'S TOO BIG!" wailed Trish. She buried her face in her hands and began whimpering. Mr. Grant continued to work his cock further in with repeated entry and exit to and from her ass. He had worked about five inches in when Trish began slowly pushing back. "It's so big... Fuck, it hurts... That's it..." she started moaning.

"Is it out?" Harold called.

"No Harold. I'm just getting inside. She's bleeding quite badly, but I think the worst of the pain is over," Mr. Grant told him. With Trish's help he had now buried ten inches of cock in her ass. Mr. Grant suddenly pulled out and sat down on the toilet. "Sit here," he told her, indicating his cock.

Facing Mr. Grant, Trish pulled her ass cheeks apart as she guided her asshole ...