Cross Contamination Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Cross Contamination Pt. 09

... the camera, "If we're going to have sex, let's fucking do it, enough of this tantric shit." The truth was, Victor's intense, but tender explorations of her body, in the shower and now, made her feel disconcertingly weak and controlled, like putty in his hands. She just wanted to get the act over with.

Victor clicked his tongue with a crooked smile. "That's what I'm talking about, Pet. At home you call the shots in bed. You think that being in charge is what you want, but your pussy doesn't agree." he put more pressure on a finger, gently parting her lips and slipping just inside, enough that they could both feel the wet warmth. He held his shining finger up in front of their faces. Evidence for the camera. "See? Your pussy likes it when I tell you what to do. I just need to help your brain catch up with your pussy. You need to be trained to be the submissive you've always been meant to be."

His hand snaked back between her legs, kneading deeper and more strongly. "Now that you are with me, you'll finally be satisfied." He said, hissing in her ear.

"Wh-what? I'm already satisfied. My husband s-satisfies me," she said, turning her head toward him. The sounds of his hand moving between her legs were becoming wet and obscene as he expertly warmed up her cunt.

"Oh, come on, Kitten." said Victor, "You've lied to yourself long enough. Telling yourself that staleness in the bedroom happens in all couples, that you aren't in your twenties anymore, that your sex is tender ...

... and loving and comforting, so it doesn't need to be hot and steamy." Gina bit her lip, shrinking from the words, trying to ignore that they echoed things she had told herself many times. Victor's strong, confident fingers rubbed and pinched and teased. It felt wrong. It felt amazing. "But admit it. It isn't getting older, or more comfortable, or a decrease in sex drive. It's always been this way. Dinky little Daren has never been man enough to satisfy you."

"No..." she said weakly, hips starting to grind and writhe on their own. "It's not true. That's a lie." It sounded unconvincing even to her own ears. Victor chuckled and raised a hand, grabbing Gina's breast in a full-palmed grip, pulling her back into his muscular chest. His fingers worked in and out of her, and her legs began to tremble. "When was the last time he made you cum, Kitten? Has he ever?" Gina could feel the orgasm rolling towards her with the force of a tidal wave. Sweet breathy moans began escaping her lips.

Victor's hand withdrew. God damn it, Gina thought, wild with frustration. She immediately tried to plunge her own hands between her legs, only for her wrists to be effortlessly caught by Victor. He scooped her up and laid her on her back, positioning himself between her spread legs. He still had an eye for the camera, presenting them in a perfect side view. Gina panted, her huge breasts heaving, nipples hard as diamond, pointing skyward. Victor kneeled above her, like some sort of dark thundercloud, ...