Erica, Luca & The Legend - Sex Stories

Erica, Luca & The Legend

... blurt out, Great! But held back. How did he know I enjoyed anal? Or was that a total guess? Why did I feel like he could read my mind? That was a parlor trick at best. No one could really read minds. But yet he’d been awfully insightful so far. And this eye-to-eye connection that we’d seemed to have developed... I’d begun to crave it, but I wasn’t reading his mind. Far from it. I was lost in his eyes. Mentally swimming in a beautiful, entrancing golden-brown pool.

Well... I was having the best time, sexually and otherwise, that I’d had in my twenty-six years. He’d done nothing but bring me fun and pleasure. “Well, okay. But you’d better be gentle. Don’t go jammin’ that dick in like you did with my pussy.”

“No worries sweetness. I’ll just insert this plug...” Which seemed to appear out of nowhere. “into your star to get you ready while we have a bit of doggy fun. Does that suit you?”

I mean, what the fuck? He was ten steps ahead of me and I’ve been around the block... more than once. Screw it. “Luca, I don’t know how you do it, and right now I don’t care. Just remember what I said. And, oh yeah, what made you think I loved anal?”

“I have a sixth sense for these things. Let’s be honest. Neither of us are newbies at this. We clearly are having a great time, with hopefully more to come in the future—”

“So we’ll go with the flow.” I finished his thought for him.

“Right! Now spread those cheeks,” he said as he smacked them. The plug popped right in.

We drank ...

... our wine. I got my buzz going again. He followed me to the bed, spanking my ass with each step. Did he know I liked being spanked or was that just sort of an outgrowth of the upcoming anal? This night, from the very beginning, was like none I’d ever had in the past.

I assumed the position and he once again used my flowing juices to lube himself, then pressed gently into my slit. This was different. I could feel the plug. He kept up the spanking. After my first orgasm, he grabbed my hair roughly and jerked my head up and back. My back was reverse-arched, only my fingertips were on the bed as he slammed in and out of me. He was making me cum more than I’d ever experienced. I was always able to cum multiple times, and I always knew how many times it happened, but there was no counting that night. I was riding a continuous wave. The spanks just coerced them out of me quicker. For the first time, I began to think he might make me pass out. I’d lost all sense of time and space.

I heard him talking, and then yelling at me. It took every bit of concentration to understand. “Slut! Who’s your Daddy? Tell me! Who's your Daddy?”

“You are,” I mumbled as I moaned in my debauchery.

“What are you?” I didn’t respond. I was losing it. He jerked my head and repeated, “What are you?! Tell me!”

“Your slut. Your puta. I’m your bitch! Yours! You fucker!” I knew what he was doin’ and I loved it.

“That’s right. You're Daddy’s little slut.” He jerked my head back again. “You love my ...