Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... rubbed her eyes, unsure of what she'd seen.

Just as quickly, the shadowy figure reverted to the beautiful woman's silhouette, which suddenly appeared to evaporate. Before Lauren could make sense of it, the candle was abruptly extinguished, plunging the tent into murky darkness. Gathering her composure, she began walking toward the main thoroughfare's relative safety, pondering the vision's existence. Had that really happened, or was she just tired and hungry?

Before leaving the alley's mouth, the alluring but shaken executive turned and peeked back down the corridor.

Everything was now pitch black. Normal as it had ever been.

As it had ever been.

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"Fuck me! Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me!"

Corey couldn't believe his luck as he hovered over his very aroused wife. Fifteen minutes earlier, he had been making chicken wraps and a side of rice when she burst into the apartment door and began molesting him. He wasn't quite sure what had triggered such verve, but he wasn't about to complain. Now on the bed, his clothes scattered across the floor, and she clad only in her bra and panties, here she was, begging him for cock.

"Do me, I need it SO bad!" she whispered.

Determined to give her what she needed, Corey stroked his cock desperately, trying to get it hard. Leaning over, he mouthed her tiny tits through the bra, ignoring what appeared to be a fresh, moist, gelatinous stain. But it was no use. A declining stamina and his invasive fetish ...

... made it difficult to achieve a full erection these days without certain, well...environmental stimuli. Corey gripped his floppy six inches tighter and futilely tried to push the spongy pink tube of flesh past her labia.

"Pleeseese," Lauren begged. "Hurry!"

The older man started to panic.Why did this always happen?

Lauren tried to stay positive, clawing at his bare ass, pulling him closer, trying to extend what he did not have to give.

"FUCK ME GODDAMNIT!" she moaned in frustration.

It was no use, and the pressure certainly didn't help matters. Slowly, the semi-erect Corey began to deflate and even shrink.

Fuck.

Embarrassed and dejected, he began to roll to the side. "I'm sorry. So sorry."

Lauren saw the indignation in his eyes and grabbed his shoulders before he could move. "Wait."

She was all too aware of what would help his psychosomatic-induced impotency.

"Not so fast."

Corey strained to support his upper body over hers, shifting weight from one arm to the another. Lauren fixed him with a sullen frown. She knew what it took these days. It was cruel, but he needed to get hard and she needed to be fucked.

"Listen, you pathetic excuse for a man," she hissed. "You think I'm going to let you off that easy? Fuck that. If you want to stay married, show me what you're made of, even if it's nothing more than disappointment."

Corey felt his collapsing dick twitch with life. Lauren looked down past his drooping man-boobs to his groin and smirked. ...