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Passive II
Date: 6/10/2024, Categories: Reluctance Author: Sensei, Source: LushStories
... me lewdly present my sex to him. I knew at that moment that no part of me was private any more to him. And then his hands were gone. I wanted to turn and see what he was doing, but I did not do so. I heard the tinkling of his belt buckle and rustling of fabric and I suspected he was taking off his pants. I knew what that meant and shuddered again for what had to come next. His hands reappeared at my hips, taking hold of them. And then I felt him at the entrance to my sex. It felt like the world stood completely still as he entered me in one, long, slow, but inexorable stroke. His cock felt massive, but not so large that it hurt. And it kept going and going. I couldn't believe how completely he filled me before he stopped and began to withdraw. He moved out about half way and then plunged home again. I heard myself moaning. It felt better than anything I have ever imagined, much less experienced. As he started fucking me in earnest, the hands moved up and pried under me to reach my breasts. I propped myself up on my elbows to help him and ...
... he pawed at them as they dangled and bounced for him. My brain was clouded with errant, half-formed thoughts, but more than anything I was being fucked by a strong and powerful man, the result of millennia of evolution leading up to this. I wanted to come, and I wanted that orgasm to last until the end of time. And I wanted it not only for me, but because my body would please him even more as the orgasm tore through me. I brought my hand down my torso to my clit, for the first time exerting my will to hasten my orgasm. And then it was there. My body was once again out of my own control as it convulsed. Distantly I felt him grab me and thrust once more deeply into my body and I felt hot jets of his seed fill my needy pussy. I collapsed, panting down onto the table. He let me lay there for a moment to catch my breath and then urged me to stand and turn to face him. I could see his powerful face again, a little bead of sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes were softer now as he held me in his arms. And that was how the dream ended.