Afterparty - Sex Stories

Afterparty

... asked, sliding his fingers between her engorged labia until he could feel her cunt clenching against his fingertips. "You think you'll come this time?" Jessica whimpered, her hips rolling into his hand. "I hope not. You're so fucking hot like this, all needy, it'd be a shame to spoil it."

"Babe," Jessica whined, shuddering and squeezing her thighs around his hand.

He moved his fingers up to find the hard metal of the clit shield, circling it and then tapping on it a couple of times, and she let out a shaking sigh. He imagined her sensitive little clit swollen up under the metal, begging to be touched.

They reached a curve in the road, and he took his hand back, wiping it quickly on her dress--Jessica made a noise of disapproval--before putting it back on the wheel.

They were only five minutes from home at that point, and Jessica spent the rest of those five minutes breathing heavily and squirming in her seat, glassy-eyed, rubbing one hand along the inside of her thigh and bunching up the material of her dress in the other.

When they reached the house, Lane parked in the driveway and then reached over to squeeze Jessica's thigh. "I want you naked, blindfolded, and bent over the kitchen table. Now."

She nodded and unbuckled her seatbelt to hurry inside, her gait a little wobbly and her dress askew around her hips where she'd let it just fall down without tugging it back into place. Lane took his time following her, using a tissue to wipe up the wet spot ...

... she'd left on the car's leather seat first.

When he got inside, Jessica was right where he'd told her to be: stripped naked--save for the blindfold over her eyes--in the kitchen, bent forward to rest her elbows on the table. She turned her head in his direction as he entered the room, following the sound of his footsteps as he walked up behind her.

"What a pretty sight," he said, pressing his hand between her thighs until he was grinding his whole hand against her cunt. She groaned and shuddered, leaning into the table as her knees wobbled. "It's this needy cunt that makes you such a whore, isn't it, sweetheart? Aching and dripping all day, begging for cock?"

Jessica nodded and opened her mouth to answer him, and he rolled his hand, pressing hard against her gaping hole; whatever she was going to say turned into an animalistic grunt instead as her stomach shuddered.

Lane smiled and pressed a finger inside of his fiancée. "I'm so happy we decided to lock up your silly little clit. You never really needed that thing, did you? I don't need it to fuck you, anyway."

Her grunt turned into a sob of need and she spread her legs wider, trying to hump down onto his finger. He grabbed his hips to stop her.

"Slow down there, whore. You'll take what I give you."

"Please, Lane, please," she whined. "I need to feel your cock in me, I need to feel you come inside me! Oh, fuck," she groaned as he slipped a second finger in and curled both his fingers into hooks, pressing ...