King Vincent Parts 1 and 2 - Sex Stories

King Vincent Parts 1 and 2

... pushing back on the dick. He liked that a lot. He enjoyed that I was enjoying it, and at this point, my pussy was so numb that no matter how hard he pushed inside of me, it didn’t hurt, and actually felt great. It inspired him to change positions, to see if he could make me yelp again.

“How you like getting fucked,” he said, “Dog style, on your side, or on your back?”

I told him that I like to be on my back, and he told me to assume that position. I did what I was told. He took a few more puffs from his vape pen and I grabbed the poppers bottle to inhale some more euphoria vapors. He also took more lube and applied to his cock, which I was thankful for, since sissy pussy doesn’t self lubricate. He told me to put a pillow under the small of my back, and I did so. I took a few deep pulls off the popper bottle, as he grabbed my legs and pushed them back so that my knees were parallel to my head, and told me to hold them there. I did what I was told.

With that, he inserted himself into my pussy hole, all the way until his balls were resting on my ass cheeks. It felt deeper than when I was on my knees, and he saw my eyes bulge when he reached his end. He liked that, and it made him smile as he towered over me.

“Yeah, roomie,” he said, “this is gonna be every night that I want it to be, understand?”

I exhaled the poppers and nodded in agreement. He began thrusting into me, then told me to tell him that I understood.

“I understand, King,” I said, “this pussy is ...

... yours whenever you want it. Can I have a kiss?”

“No kisses for you,” he replied, “I will consider kissing you in the future, but today is all about seeing how well you take my dick. Now, buckle up.”

With that he started pounding my pussy furiously, and I started spurting again from my deflated clit that was wrapped in cum drenched lace. I started moaning again, and he placed his hand over my mouth and told me to shut the fuck up. After putting his hand over my mouth, he teased me by kissing his own hand that he was silencing me with, and resumed his frantic pace.

He began whisper talking to me while he fucked me.

“It’s gonna be my way, understand?” he said, “I’m the landlord and you’re the tenant, which means I’m in charge, understand?”

I nodded my head in agreement, and he continued.

“Here’s what I like about you, roomie bitch. I like your tight pussy, I like your willingness to play like you’re a girl for me, and I love the way your bubble ass looks in sissy panties.”

I smiled at him as he was pumping his cock steadily into my pussy. I said, “yes sir” to him, but he couldn’t understand me with his hand covering my mouth. He asked me a question:

“If I remove my hand, can you control yourself and not yelp out loud like a bitch and tell me what you like about me?”

I nodded my head in agreement, and he released his hand, bringing it up to his own mouth and giving me the, “Shhhh” sign.

“Now,” he said, as he thrust into me over and again, in a softer, ...