Dorothy And Stefan Light The Fire - Sex Stories

Dorothy And Stefan Light The Fire

... Dorothy could say was, “Harder, you fucker!”

It was better than she had imagined it would be. Sex with Stefan wasn’t a fine Chardonnay. In other words, it wasn’t elegantly “making love”. No, it was a Merlot in the beginning, chased quickly by a shot of whiskey. Right now, it was a double shot of whiskey laced with gunpowder! In other words, it was “fucking” in every strenuous, earthy, sweaty, raw sense of the word.

Dorothy had a penchant for men with a dangerous streak. When she was young, she had been a biker chick. Her boyfriend lived on the edge, and sex was raw. In her middle age, things had mellowed, but now she was getting the holy shit fucked out of her by a man who seemed to have a hidden, dangerous side.

Stefan seemed Old-World charming on the facade, but during sex, she could see he was like a gangster dressed in an expensive suit. He was rough and raw and brought out the whore in her.

And Dorothy liked it—being the slut, the biker babe again. The dirty-minded blonde with the big tits that would fuck anybody, anyway, anyhow.

“Spank it harder! Spank me like a whore!” Dorothy commanded, driven to the extreme edge of pleasure and pain.

“Fuck my cock, you fucking whore!” Stefan growled, sounding dangerous, as he read her mood.

Dorothy obeyed her stud and fucked him even faster. In response, Stefan grabbed her tit and squeezed it hard, then twisted her nipple again. The feeling was exquisite.

Stefan had to admit that Dorothy had surprised him. Not ...

... that he didn’t expect decent sex, but she took it to the next level, surrendering herself to him completely. It was rare for a woman to do this, especially the first time she had sex with a new man. This hot, fleshy, mature blonde was a revelation! He wanted more of her, more ofeverything she offered. And this went beyond the sex. It was the beginning of love.

“You fucking bastard! You dirty prick!” Dorothy called out, her clit on fire.

With her cunt and his cock covered in their combined, creamy sex juices, and her body screaming for release, there was only one thing Dorothy could do now—surrender.

She let go with a massive orgasm that mirrored the first. Her whole body shook as she stiffened on his rigid fuck pole. She closed her eyes and gasped, then began to grind on him for a second while the main climax hit her hard.

“OH GOD, YOU FUCKER! OH MY GOD! OH, OH, FUCK!” she hissed between clenched teeth.

If there was anything hotter than seeing a large, fleshy, naked woman on top of you jiggling and shaking her ample assets, then Stefan didn’t know what that was. Dorothy may have been sixty-seven, but at the moment, she looked, and fucked, like a hot forty-year-old. She was a hidden jewel among women. And Stefan couldn’t get enough of her.

As the orgasm subsided, the grimace on her face turned into a huge smile and she relaxed, laying atop him with her wonderful body and softly kissing him. Both of them savored the feeling of being connected, and Dorothy let ...