Sweet Cindy - Sex Stories

Sweet Cindy

... costume, in a leather mini skirt, in lingerie, in a teddy, in cowboy boots and nothing else. Fucking her in missionary, doggy, cowgirl, sitting, standing, leaning. Cumming in her, thrusting away, pounding, hearing her moan and yell for more. Then the fantasy switched for a second as instead of himself, he saw a snot nosed punk from school having his way with Cindy. Frank thought she looked unbelievable and every man would risk crime to have her. He was gonna lose his baby to some dumb jock, with no brain but a big dick. He was gonna lose his baby! Fuck those bastards! He would have her first!!!! Cindy had no idea what Frank had going on in his mind but she was about to ask him to stop grinding so hard, she was starting to get sore from pushing into the desk. Frank now was using his whole hand in a full pussy long masturbatory motion. It wasn't one Cindy liked, it didn't feel loving, and gentle. It felt rough and domineering, it felt force full. "Frank. . Frank can you please, ow!" Cindy was cut off by being shoved again into the desk. Frank reached and grabbed the front of her top and yanked it down, tearing it a little and popping Cindy's other perfect breast out into the open and with is other hand yanked down his pants and boxers. His waist was pivoting his crotch back and forth, his dick already in a fucking motion and he kneaded her breasts. His cock, hard as steel, was jabbing Cindy in her butt cheeks through the dress and she didn't like it. It felt forceful and ...

... unrestrained. Frank hadn't said a word since it all started, just grunts and moans and heavy breaths. Cindy didn't even think he FELT like Frank, it was like a foreign man was touching her. Cindy began to panic. "Please, please Frank, I don't like thiii" Frank caressed up Cindy's neck to her chin and stuck two fingers in her mouth and she gnawed on her neck, and continued to jab her. Cindy kept trying to protest but all that got out was a gargled sentence with Frank's fingers on her tongue. Frank then reached down, grabbed the back piece of Cindy's skirt and ripped it clean up to about her tiny waist. Cindy's let out a cry, trying to make Frank understand this wasn't right, Cindy knew what was going to happen to her and this was not the way she planned it. This wasn't her dream. Frank put one arm across Cindy's waist and the other pushed down hard on Cindy's neck and shoulder forcing her down onto the desk, only her hands preventing her from smacking the surface of the desk outright. Frank yanked back once on her waist and she was up on her toes, he pussy mounds pushed between her legs, open and exposed once Frank pulled the g-string panties to the side. "Frank, uuuh-uuuh- uhh- huh-huh!!!" cried Cindy as loud as she could in her mousy voice. It was no use, Frank was no longer a rational thinking human being, he was all cock, all hormones and he was going to fuck and fuck hard. Frank drove forward, his cock head plunging into Cindy up about a quarter of his length. This was all the ...