The Devil On Your Shoulder- Chapter One - Sex Stories

The Devil On Your Shoulder- Chapter One

... That was more than he could take and he hurlted over the edge of oblivion, letting out a loud groan as spurts of cum erupted from his cock and shot straight into his wife's belly.

She didn't just sit there and swallow it though; instead, she pulled back and grabbed his shaft, letting the thick, hot ropes of jizz splatter all over her face, in her hair, and on her large breasts. When he finally felt his body calm down and the torrent of cum ceased, he watched as Ashley began licking the sensitive head of his dick, slurping up every drop of cum that stayed on his shaft.

To his utter surprise, he was still rock hard, a feat he had thought impossible at his age. Ashley didn't seem like she wanted to waste it and jumped on the bed beside him, getting on all fours and arching her back. "Fuck me like I'm your own personal slut", she said, the filthiness of her words driving him crazy. Without hesitating, he got on the bed behind her, lined his cock up with her dripping wet hole and shoved his meat inside.

Her cunt gripped him tighter than he remembered and, as he repeatedly slammed his hard shaft into her hole, she cried out as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. He felt her tight cunt spasm around his shaft and, after several minutes of fucking her like he hadn't fucked her in years, he exploded once more. The load that he dumped inside her quivering snatch felt just as huge as the one that had painted her face, which he didn't think was possible.

As he finished ...

... filling his wife's womb, James felt exhaustion beginning to overtake him and he fell onto his side, holding Ashley as he fell asleep.

***

James' eyes darted open and he sat up, suddenly finding himself in an unfamiliar place. At least, he assumed he'd opened his eyes, as he'd meant to do just that. But he was in utter darkness, so complete that he couldn't see his hand when he held it in front of his face. "What the fuck", he said, panic beginning to clutch at him. "Oh, do calm down", said the sexiest voice he'd ever heard and a light appeared behind him.

James quickly stood and turned around to see a chair, more like a throne, surrounded by writhing flames. The throne appeared to be made of satin, with a strange type of metal forming the structure holding it together. And on the throne sat an extremely gorgeous woman, one who looked very familiar. As he stared at her, James realized that it was the woman who had appeared just before that strange email had vanished this afternoon.

"It's you", he said and he saw her smirk, then roll her eyes. "The way you mortals grasp the obvious always astounds me", she said sarcastically, her voice more sensual than any he had ever heard. "Although, it did surprise me how long it took you to take advantage of your gift." "What gift", James asked, perplexed and trying not to stare at her body, which was barely concealed by the gown she wore. She stood and walked down the few steps in front of the throne, until she was standing directly ...