Erica, Luca & The Legend - Sex Stories

Erica, Luca & The Legend

... wanton tramp!”

Then I got it. “Yes! You’re right. I’m just a cheap trick that just craves cock. A cum slut.” I dropped to my knees and started undoing his belt while working his zipper down.

“That’s it, show your true colors, you worthless cum slut! You’re craving sucking my cock so you can feel it sliding in and out of your throat—so you can swallow my load of jizz. Aren’t you? Answer me you little bitch!”

By that point, it was already well down my throat. Slowly, teasingly removing it, I replied, “Yes Daddy. Everything you say is true. I’m worthless and just crave cock, your cock. I want your cock!” Then went back at it.

After a few minutes, he grabbed my hair, pulled me up, and spun me around. “And so you shall have my cock! Get over there.” He pointed to a chair. “Bend over that Chesterfield.” WHACK! “No panties I’ll bet. The mark of all good sluts.”

“Yes Daddy,” I said while hurrying. As I was bending he told me to spread my cheeks. Knowing what was coming, I quickly complied as he began rubbing his dick up and down my slit. Then he pulled the plug out.

“Such a slut. You're soaking wet! Your cunt juice is dripping down your legs. Such a lascivious puta!” he said as he began pushing into my ass.

“Oh god Daddy! That’s so good. I love you. Fuck my slutty ass! Make me scream.”

And so he did. Mercilessly pounding me. Making me scream and cum over and over until he finally pulled tight to me and let out that groaning growl. I felt his cock throbbing ...

... as he expelled his jizz.

We stayed connected briefly, until we’d both recovered our breath. Then he slowly pulled out and lifted me up to him. We kissed deeply. When we separated he said, “Oh Erica, I love you so much. I feel so deeply for you, as if you’re a part of me. I do hope you feel the same.”

“Luca, my darling. I love you also. The feelings overwhelm me a bit because this has happened so quickly, but I feel it as deeply as you. I’m your woman... if you want me.”

He held me even tighter. “I think we’re both lucky that we’ve found each other. Please consider moving in here, with me. I want us to be together.”

I was euphoric and highly emotional. I cried the tears of happiness. We were married a year later.

Oh, he did explain his “small yes” about his abilities. I still call them voodoo—he calls it a “special sense.” It seems there is some family history behind it, including that it skips one or more generations and only happens to male progeny. He swears I’m the first woman he’s ever used it on, at least to the degree he used it on me. He did admit to getting a “sense” of what a woman sexually desires and that he’d endeavor to fulfill them, as he did with me and my anal pleasures. It’s something that we both enjoy at various times, both appropriate and his mischievous, inappropriate times.

~~~~~A micro epilogue of their two-year anniversary dinner at Luigi’s~~~~~~

A packed restaurant. My eyes locked on his. Peripherally, I saw his middle-finger ...