Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... at our wedding. Of course, now you've fucked the best man too."

"COR-EEEE!"

The only sound was slick wetness as The Chairman worked her over. Lauren's eyes rolled back, lost in the moment. Corey grabbed a tight hold of Lauren's black mane of hair and yanked her head from the pillows. Without mercy, he shoved the toy way deeper than it should have gone. The brief pain made her shriek in pleasure and agony.

"You little slut," Corey growled. "I thought I knew you. PTA mom, huh? Softball coach? Scout leader? Myass. You're nothing but a cum-sucking wench that sells her ass to men in alleys. What would Amelia say if she saw her mother taking money from men in the shadows?"

Lauren howled, her neck swiveling like a rag doll as Corey's hand continued to shake her head.

"You know what? Fuck this," he swore, tossing the toy aside. "Fuck all of it."

Tightening his grip, his fingers dug into her scalp. With a sneer, the amped-up husband bent down and growled, "You can give it away or make 'em pay for it, but at the end of the day, you're just a piece of meat now to spit their seed into. And now it's my turn...again."

Reaching down between his legs, Corey grabbed his dick, and without warning, he pushed forward, forcing it into her slit. The vigor caused Lauren to cry out, her groin pressing into his. Compared to The Chairman, her husband's cock was woefully underwhelming, but at the moment, it didn't matter. She was just happy to see him back in the saddle, no matter ...

... how briefly.

"Go on, then, fuck me, baby! Show me you're a man...if you can."

Given the motivation, his chest touched hers, nose buried in her cheek. Arms wrapped around her neck, Corey began grunting like a water buffalo, methodically stabbing Lauren's pussy like a man just released from prison. Clawing at his back, she squirmed beneath his portly figure, partially to position herself, partially to avoid suffocation. Despite his recent inability to get her off, Lauren could feel the familiar warmth building. Her hips rose in response to each push, meeting his every move with eagerness.

"Do it, Corey. Fuck your whore wife. Make me cum."

Corey scrunched his face.Must hold on. There was no reason for him to expect he was going to last longer this time around, but he had to try.

"Or should I find a real man to do it for you?

"No..."

It was Lauren's turn to grab a tuft of her husband's short, graying hair. Scoffing with seething contempt, she stared into his eyes, boring into his very soul.

"You can't, can you? You can't even make a nun cum, can you?"

Her maniacal laugh seared his ears.

Must...hold...on.

"Useless as fuck..."

Corey's heart sank as he realized that his efforts to satisfy his wife were hopeless. No matter how hard he tried, there was no overcoming his age. And yet, unbeknownst to him, Lauren had already begun to feel the roller coaster chugging to the precipice, now at the edge. Surprisingly, the surge of passion wasn't brought on ...