The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... expose her freshly shaved honeypot, the work of fifteen athletic minutes in the shower that morning. Peter's nostrils flared, and he roughly yanked her thong back up before grabbing her hand and literally dragging Jane back to their digs.

Jane was in heat by the time they got there, the knowledge of what she was doing to her lover excited her beyond belief. She knew that even with her oral relief of him that morning, if she let him mount her, he would come well before she was satisfied; so, as soon as the door was closed, she pushed him onto his back on the huge bed, then dropped the thong with lightning speed before straddling his face and starting the circular grind she knew would tip her over the edge. Peter played along and stuck out his tongue. Hurriedly pushing her top aside, Jane cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, and, within a minute her back arched, and she screamed at the ceiling before collapsing onto the bed.

She would have preferred to lie there for a moment to recuperate, but Peter demanded redress immediately. It was his turn to straddle Jane's chest, squeezing her breasts together to make a tunnel which he then proceeded to fuck; badly. He was mauling her hypersensitive orbs painfully, so she pushed his hands away and took over the job herself. His equipment wasn't really up to the job. She lifted her head from the pillow and tried to lick his tip with her tongue as it emerged each time from her compressed cleavage but couldn't quite reach. To ...

... cover any embarrassment, she began shouting how hot it was. Her lover reacted by thrusting even faster.

At that moment, her phone, which was sitting on the bedside table, sprang to life, filling the room with the sounds of an old-fashioned telephone, her chosen ringtone. At first, she thought Peter didn't even hear it, but then his fist slapped it, presumably to stop the distraction. It stopped. Not half a second later, Peter rose on his knees. Jane braced herself for another mouthful that she'd have to pretend to enjoy, screaming, "Cum in my mouth, honey", but Peter had other ideas. He grabbed his cock and let go with stream after stream of semen into Jane's helpless face, all the while bellowing, "Take it all, bitch."

Jane had never allowed facials before, and it was as humiliating as she'd imagined it would be. She was shocked and was both relieved and glad to see a look of remorse immediately appear on Peter's face. She could see he was genuinely sorry he'd lost control so badly. That all quickly faded into insignificance when a familiar voice sprang from the speaker of her phone.

"Just friends, huh? Jane, this is your mother. I met David in the park this morning. When you've cleaned yourself up, give me a ring, we need to talk." This was followed by the silence of disconnection.

Jane was mortified. A double whammy. Not only because her mother had overheard her and Peter engaged in some pretty graphic stuff, but what her mother knew about Dave. She'd said she ...