Sod The Roses - Sex Stories

Sod The Roses

... disintegrates while your whole body is being used for their pleasure.

The mind-blowing feeling of that hefty cock filling me completely and my cucky hubs licking my clit... I know that this is the ultimate fantasy of many cuck husbands and for a reason. Even though I really enjoyed playing with his cock – and by playing, I mean keeping it down and choking on it – he had to keep pulling it out of my mouth to keep himself from cumming... Until, on one of those occasions, it was too late.

The taste of his control lost that way was the final push my mind needed to let go. I came, trying to arch my back while still being trapped between them. I never experienced anything quite like that.

I think there is a term for this kind of orgasm when your mind lets go, but your body is restrained. Whatever it is, I want more of it. And some more extreme versions of it, too, please. I stretch my arms and purr writing this. Please. Cat got the cream and now wants the cottage cheese. Grin.

Of course, under those circumstances, G.T. wasn’t likely to hold it much longer either.

“Where do you want me to cum, Wolf?” he addressed my husband.

“On our faces?” he replied hesitantly.

Did I hear that correctly? Our? As in plural?

What an excellent, delicious idea! And coming from him? Wow. Just wow.

A very passionate ‘Are you serious?’ was on the tip of my tongue, and I wanted to sit back with a glass of something strong and write a story about it. Neither of those would have ...

... been an acceptable reaction, of course.

We’ve been talking about this milestone forever, me begging, urging him to go there, him saying he won’t. And here, just like that it was happening.

All three of us got up from the bed, and I found the hesitation, borderline fear on Quinn’s face irresistible. As much as I wanted G.T. to fuck his sweet stubbly face into oblivion and then drench it with cum like a firehose, it was his first time, and I had to be considerate.

I put my palm against G.T.’s buff thighs as I took him into my mouth, and I felt his legs tremble. It was unbelievably hot. There was this cruel beast of a dom who didn’t take no for an answer and was capable of pushing me to my absolute limit, yet was now standing there on shaky legs, and my mouth and hand had all the power to make him come undone. Hmm, let me file that under panther tricks.

We were taking turns sucking him, getting him closer and closer to the edge. In my twisted mind, there’s nothing hotter than being on our knees side by side with my kinkster husband and sharing some well-deserved delicious cum. Mmmm.

My hand worked his unbelievable length and girth, together with his own fist around it while I was kissing my husband. Then Quinn put his puffy nervous lips around it's head with a nervous look asking for my approval and encouragement.

"Hmmmm, yes baby, let's do it together," I purred, my lips joining his.

I can’t exactly tell where he spurted, but I got at least some of it in my ...