She talked me into it! - Sex Stories

She talked me into it!

... braced my hands on her chest and fucked her, up and down, faster and faster. The sound of her thighs slapping against my ass was obscene, a symphony of our sin. I was in control, and it made me feel powerful, wanton, alive. I looked down at her—she was watching my body move, her mouth open, her eyes glazed with lust.

“Touch yourself,” she commanded.

I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit in tight circles, matching the rhythm of my hips. I was already so sensitive, so close again. She thrust up into me, meeting my rhythm, driving deeper.

“Cum on my cock. Let me feel you squeeze me again. Soak me.”

“I’m close—fuck, I’m so close,” I gasped, my hips grinding harder. “Sarah, I’m going to cum—”

“Cum for me, Miranda. Let go. I want to feel you come apart.”

I came screaming, my body convulsing, my vision going white. My pussy milked her, clamping down in rhythmic pulses as pleasure consumed me. I’m going to die—this is too good—I can feel her cock twitching inside me—

At the height of my orgasm, I felt her swell inside me one more time. Oh god, she’s going to fill me again.

“I'm cumming!” she cried out, her hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Fuck, Miranda, take it!”

She thrust up into me one last time, and I felt her cum erupt inside me—a hot, powerful flood that triggered another, smaller orgasm in me. So much—it’s so much—I can feel it blasting against my cervix, hot and thick, forcing its way into my womb. Each pulse sent more, a ...

... seemingly endless stream. My belly—I can feel it distending, stretching tight with the sheer volume she’s pumping into me. I looked down and saw my stomach rounding slightly, a visible bulge from the inside.

“Holy shit, Sarah,” I panted, tears of overstimulation in my eyes. “Where are you keeping all that? You’re flooding me.”

“I told you,” she growled, still thrusting shallowly, pushing it deeper, “I’m going to fill you until you’re dripping with me for days.”

I collapsed onto her chest, both of us slick with sweat and cum, our bodies trembling in the aftermath. I could feel her softening inside me, but the cum still leaked around the seal, a warm river running down my thighs.

“Did you feel that?” I whispered, pressing her hand to my swollen belly. “I can feel it… inside me. You filled every empty space.”

She kissed my forehead. “Good. Now you’ll always remember who owns this pussy.”

I smiled, exhausted and utterly satisfied. I can’t believe I took all of that—and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

We slept like that, her cock still half-hard inside me, a possessive reminder of the night.

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window. I was making coffee, wearing only her shirt from last night. It hung to mid-thigh, smelling of her perfume and our sex.

She came up behind me, naked, her cock already hard again. She pressed it against my ass.

"Good morning," she said, kissing my shoulder.

I smiled, leaning back into her. "Good morning."

But before she ...