The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... orally and became quite the expert. Books, talking to friends, and even watching internet porn clips provided the research material and a succession of Lebanese cucumbers, the props. Within a month she would have been confident to go toe-to-toe with a Thai bargirl.

As Peter fully hardened, and Jane took him to the root, she smiled, and not for the first time. With the cucumbers, she'd been able to get over seven inches in without gagging. Peter turned out to be barely five inches long. Jane wondered if his below average endowment was the cause of his drive to dominate as a businessman.

She'd developed a technique with Peter. From her research, she knew the best performance was when she firmly grasped the cock with her hand, while also using her lips and tongue. With Peter, using a full hand didn't leave much cock spare for her mouth to work with, so she learned to just grab it with her thumb and first two fingers. This she proceeded to do, feeling Peter thrust his hips up off the bed in a vain attempt to reach the back of her throat.

At one point in their relationship, she'd compared Peter to Dave, but they were chalk and cheese. Dave was bigger, had more girth, lasted longer, and was more patient. Peter tried to be a great lover but to no avail. She loved his adoration of her and his enthusiasm, but a great lover he was not. Jane became an expert faker.

He did get something from her Dave didn't, though. Jane increased the stroke rate, suction, and pressure of ...

... her thumb when she sensed the end was near. Jane braced herself not to gag in revulsion as Peter's semen splashed into her mouth. She'd learned that if she wanted to save herself from the worst of the bitterness it was best for it to hit the back of her throat, bypassing her tongue. She made sure to make the appreciative noises he seemed to love so much.

With Peter back snoring, Jane rose to brush her teeth - Peter wouldn't kiss her later if she didn't - checked her phone for messages, and grab the resort brochures to read while waiting for him to re-awaken.

After breakfast, she explained what she'd chosen for the next day and asked Peter if he was okay with it. He barely glanced at the package and the price before agreeing. Jane was exultant. The full day pamper package cost more than it would take to run her old household for a month. This was what she deserved.

That booked, they hit the beach and found a private spot. After soaking in enough rays, Jane removed her bikini top and was pleased with the effect it had on Peter. She wanted to retire to the nearest grove of coconut palms, but Peter insisted on returning to the bungalow. Between the thoughts of paparazzi and private detectives, he was too nervous to do it in public. Jane knew Dave was in no shape to organise a detective, even if he could scrape the money together for one. Standing up and putting the top back on, Jane looked around to make sure they weren't observed, then dropped the thong to mid-thigh to ...