She talked me into it! - Sex Stories

She talked me into it!

... into me. She kept cumming, her whole body shuddering, her hands bruising my hips.

“Take it,” she growled through gritted teeth. “Take all of it.”

I felt it fill my womb, felt it coat my walls, felt it leaking back around the seal of her cock even as she kept pumping. Her orgasm went on and on, an impossible flood. I whimpered, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming fullness.

Finally, she stilled, her chest heaving. She pulled out slowly, and a torrent of white cum rushed out of me, splashing onto the marble counter and dripping down my thighs. She watched it, then took her fingers and pushed some of it back inside me.

“That’s where it belongs,” she said, her voice husky. “Now you’ll remember whose pussy this is every time you sit down.”

I lay there on the cold counter, my belly swollen, my pussy gaping and leaking, utterly spent. She hadn’t let me cum once. But as I pressed my hand to my distended stomach, I felt a twisted satisfaction.

I begged for this. I got exactly what I asked for.

We cleaned up together. She left around noon. Just before she left, Sarah turned to me at the door, her expression softening for the first time since last night. "Miranda," she said, her voice gentle, "I want you to know something. I don't want to come between you and Brandon. What you two have is special, and I would never want to destroy that." She paused, her eyes darkening again with that predatory hunger I'd come to know so well. "But I will be back for more of this pussy. Much, much more."

And now I'm writing this in my diary.

Brandon can never know.

But god help me, I'm already counting the days until she comes back.