The Kitchen Karaoke Incident - Sex Stories

The Kitchen Karaoke Incident

... onto the highway, fingering my dripping cunt while I moaned.

“Do you like watching your wife fuck herself, wearing your ring? Oh, fuck, you make me so horny. I need cock. Pull it out and stroke to me while you drive.”

The entire day of me masturbating while I fantasized about him being the one for me, fucking myself with anything I could find, having more orgasms than I could count, and then being briefly fingered in public and, finally, watched masturbating as we drove off had me in a sexual stupor. With my feet propped up on the dashboard, my legs spread, I fingered myself with wild abandon, only stopping the relentless assault on my pussy long enough to wave at the wide-eyed gawkers who saw me fingering my juicy snatch as we drove.

I got off very quickly, my first orgasm ambushing me with leg-quaking intensity before we’d gone a mile. A second orgasm, equally intense, began when he pulled into the drive.

“Oh, fucking fuck me! I’m cumming. Watch your wife cum; please, watch me. Stroke it for me. Show me… oh, ah, Fuuuck! Show me how much I turn you on. Cummminnnggg!”

Despite the winter chill, I was feeling overheated, my arousal heightened to a horny frenzy by his hands grabbing me and pulling me out of the car. My boyfriend, all lusty smiles and hard cock, scooped my writhing, flailing body up in his arms, and he carried me to the front of the vehicle, gently lowering me onto the hood. My coat staved off the chill from the freezing-cold metal, and the ...

... heat of my lust-consumed body warmed the rest of my flesh.

Wordless, her gazed into my eyes, then his eyes traveled down my body, focusing on my fingers flying over my clit as the last spasms of my release waned. In an instant, his head nestled between my saturated thighs. I felt his strong, manly fingers grasping my thighs in torrid passion as his tongue snaked out and swirled over and around my clit, making me scream. Staring up into the dusky sky, I scream my head off, cursing, moaning, and sighing in sensual zeal.

I lost track of time, the universe, and reality in my horny explosion of bliss, and as I came down from the orgasmic high, I realized that his huge, hard cock was halfway inside my dripping, convulsing cunt.

“Fuck your slut,” I urged. “Fucking take me. Slam that hard cock into me. Punish me! Fucking take me. Oh, fuck, I love your cock. I love your cock. I love it. Harder!”

My legs wrapped around his ruggedly muscular waist, pulling my eager, greedy pussy further down his shaft. He was fucking me as if my sole purpose in life was to get savagely fucked.

“Harder! Deeper! Fuck me. Fuck your fucking wife. Does it make you horny knowing that your wife is a fucking whore? Oh, fuck. Cumming, again.”

My fingers were still pummeling my clit so hard that it would have hurt if I hadn’t been so aroused. His thick cock filled me, pile-driving into my leaking hole. As soon as my stomach began quivering and my legs started shaking, I felt one of his fingers ...