The Depths of Lust Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Depths of Lust Ch. 02

... between their legs, above it an obvious large silicon cock. Finally, something with some stamina, let me tell you, if you want to go the distance with someone like me, get toys, no shame in it, just lots of fun.

As for my left hand a new player joined the game, thick, veiny again, and a good length, I tried picturing who it might belong to, something about it seemed familiar but for whatever reason I couldn't place it before an amazing tongue decided to invade my pussy and attack my clit.

The assault on my pussy was serious, and I could feel a little bit of chin hair but not a fully formed beard. I would devote more time to the detective work except that the wriggler knew what he was doing. 'Oh gawd!' fingers, yep, fingers inside and searching for the magical spot, yep, found, 'Gah!' World melting!

All this time my head is still pressed to the table top but I am gasping and forming a pool of drool and condensation from heavy breathing. Then a newly administered finger was worming into my arse hole. Searching for my prostate it seems, yeah we ladies have one though it can't elicit an ejaculation response. Sliding, slipping, sensual, gently stretching me, whoever this young man was, he got a very good and early education.

I was beginning a gentle series of orgasms but it was rolling, ongoing, one stacking on top of another, finally my body started to rebel against the assault and my legs started to shake till I was losing the ability to raise my behind. Then my ...

... knees tried to clamp together and shut this kid out but he was well and truly ensconced between them and I couldn't, my thighs ran copious juices down to their face.

I started to whine and cry out, it might have sounded like pain, my legs were done in an like jello but my hair was still held stretching me firm over the table so I couldn't slide free to the floor.

I couldn't concentrate on the cock in my left or the vagina parked over my right, or at least I couldn't till Miranda slapped me in the face a few gentle times and then harder to bring me back to my senses. 'Excuse me young lady but you are orgasming when you need to be concentrating on pleasing others. Don't make me come around the other end and cut you off.'

But I couldn't stop cumming, the assault was not going to stop and so Miranda handed off my hair to whoever the almost familiar guy was and stalked around behind me. She delivered hard stinging slaps to my rear, she didn't work up to it. It jolted me out of the orgasm cycle but it would begin again if she stopped hitting me and the young man was allowed to continue.

Miranda lent over me from behind and lifted me by the throat from the table to bend me backwards, while her own knees were jammed behind my own giving me stability.

She took me over to the low section of the bar and flipped on to my back, my head tilted back over the bar and my breasts and pussy were face up and exposed to renewed assaults and whoever was present wasted no time.

I ...