The Squad - Sex Stories

The Squad

... came over her hair and eyes, another on her fancy boots.

There was a deep grunting in my room. Kirsten had taken herself over the edge and was thrashing around in the chair.

“Time for you, gadgie.”

She came to me, grasped my hard cock, and started to wank me. I was ready; in fact, I had been ready for quite some time.

Kirsten lowered herself to her knees, then swallowed me whole. Her face pushed against my flesh. Glug, glug, glug. She threw herself into taking me towards my edge, and as I looked down on her head, I saw an arm frantically flapping around as she frigged herself. I felt my cum racing up my shaft, and then I exploded in her mouth, screaming in ecstasy, just before she reached another climax, sucking my cock as if nothing else mattered.

Panting, I sank to my knees, and the cuffs pulled my arms back so far that I felt they would dislocate. I heard Kirsten behind me, then two clicks as she unlocked the cuffs. Too weak to enjoy my freedom, I rolled on my side, curled in a foetal ball, trying to make sense of all I had seen and experienced that day.

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5: Angelica

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How had Jules kept his final pleasure suppressed for so long? I will never know, because when he finally picked up the pace and went into his joystrokes, I was spaced out in ecstasy.

I felt his cock pulsating in my cunt, and I knew that I could give him one final treat. I clamped my vaginal muscles on him. He roared in pleasure, a magnificent masculine sound that acted as a ...

... huge erotic stimulus for me. I felt my body vibrating, every muscle in tension, and then I let go.

He finally withdrew from me, and then he kissed my lips gently.

“Goodbye, my Angel.”

He was no longer there, but I was in orgasm. I felt my whole body jerking and thrusting, the spasms wracking every part of me. When I finally quietened and my breathing returned to something like normal, I found a loose part of my blouse and used it to wipe the pools of semen from my eyes.

Shakily I stood up and looked around the room. I was alone. Then I looked out of the great glass wall at the stadium. Below me, on the pitch, was a group of about half a dozen people, probably groundstaff, waving and clapping at me.

I leaned against the window, holding myself with one cummy palm flat against the cool surface. With my other hand, I frigged myself to a final orgasm, and as it wracked my body, I slipped to my knees, leaving a slimy trail down the glass as my hand descended. One of the group was a chubby young woman. I watched as she pushed her hand inside her tracksuit trousers and masturbated herself in front of me until she collapsed on the grass, her body shaking.

I blew them a kiss, then looked around for my handbag, sitting happily at the end of the sofa.

I glanced down at my body, my boobs hanging over the remains of my bodystocking. I pulled it up as far as I could, the thin material just about held in place by my breasts. Everything was covered in semen stains, even my ...