Katrina - Sex Stories

Katrina

... screaming for help. He went on. Sweat starting on his forehead. Veins starting to pop out.

"She's my wife. It should have been me and only me the whole fucking time. That baby in your cunt should be mine.”She gave him a surprised look when he said that. As if she thought he was acting too entitled, her mouth still covered by his hand.“I asked her about a threesome with you and she laughed it off. But then you two did it anyway, without me. I have half a mind right now to walk you in that other room and then fuck the shit out of both of you.”

As he said that last part he slammed his middle finger straight up Bree's clenched asshole. She shrieked a little but it was muffled under his hand.

“Get you both knocked up with my kids, like it should be. Like it should have been!"

He kept his middle finger planted firmly up her ass, even as he heard her mumble something again.

"What?" he said. "You got something to say?"

He let off his hand from her mouth just enough to hear what she would say next

"Then do it,” she said.

"What?" he replied, his voice still stern and commanding.

"Then do it,” she repeated. Louder this time."Fucking do it. Do everything you just said. Be a man and take us."

He pushed harder on his finger, getting it a little further up her ass, his hand firmly between her butt cheeks, as they wrapped around his fist.

"I will,” he replied. He pulled out his hard dick from his pants and his finger from her ass at the same time.

Katrina ...

... had over-exaggerated her expression of his small size. Matt was average. More importantly, he was sexually frustrated beyond belief. He positioned his dick in the gap of Bree's thighs and slapped it against her bare slit. He let it rest there, pressed against her tight little doorway.It was wet, and he couldn’t tell if it was pee or cream. Maybe a mix of both. But it didn’t matter. He was there all the same. Finally.

"If I fuck you right you now, it's because you want it right?" he questioned.He was still in the mode, but beginning to sober enough that he didn't want to be accused of assault. Not thinking clear enough yet to realize what he had already done was just that. If she wanted to call the police.

She stood there for a moment staring at him in the eyes through the mirror in front of them. Her lips parted slightly with her tongue, and he felt a wetness on his cock. For a brief moment, he thought she was excited and creaming up to the point of dripping on him, until he realized she was now peeing on him.

"You're pathetic Matt. Just a little pussy who will never score. Not with me and certainly not with your wife,” she said.Her voice was deviant and deep."The best you deserve is my piss. Even then, you’re getting too much.”

This enraged him again, and he grabbed his piss soaked cock and shoved it up her twat mid-stream.

"Oh, I'll fucking score right now,” he said in rage. Pushing on her and forcing more of her into the counter edge. Thrusting and pumping ...