She talked me into it! - Sex Stories

She talked me into it!

... more. The sight of it made my stomach clench.

Sarah gripped my arms and forced me into a reclining position on the couch. She followed me down onto the cushions and pushed my knees apart.
"No," I said, but my voice was weak

She ignored me. She leaned forward, her cock pressed against the front of my shorts. Through the terrycloth, I felt the heat of it, the hardness. Then she hooked her fingers in the leg opening of my shorts and she slid her cock inside, right up against the cotton of my panties.

I gasped. Her cock was there, right there, pressing against my covered slit through the thin fabric. I could feel every ridge, every vein. The head poking at my clit. She began to rub—slow, deliberate strokes, grinding her shaft against my pussy through my panties. Pressing the fabric between my lips. The friction was maddening.

"Sarah, stop, please, I'm married—"

"Married doesn't mean dead," she countered, her voice thick with desire. "I can feel how much you want this. Your hips are moving against me. Don't fight it, Miranda. Just let go."

I stammered “….Brandon……I can’t……Married…..”

She leaned her forehead against mine. "I know. And you'll still be married tomorrow. But right now, it's just you and me. My cock feels so good, doesn't it?"

I couldn't deny it. My hips were starting to move against hers, my body betraying me. She felt it and smiled.

"Let me make you feel better. Let me fuck you."

"No."

She kept rubbing, her cock sliding over my ...

... panties, the head bumping against my clit through the wet cotton. I moaned despite myself. 

“Oh yes! I’m going to fill your whole pussy. You’ll feel my heartbeat through the veins on it” Sarah cooed.

“No, Sarah…..” I sputtered.

"Yes," she whispered. "Say yes, Miranda. Let me put it inside you. I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock. I want to feel the head bumping your cervix."

"I can't. I'm not—I don't—want—" I stumbled over the words.

"You do." She pressed harder, and I felt the head of her cock snag on the edge of my panties, threatening to push through. I bucked. “You want to feel my cum blasting into your core.”

"Sarah, don't—"

She didn't listen. Her hands went to the waistband of my shorts and she tugged, hard. I tried to hold them on, but she was stronger. She wrestled them down my hips, taking my panties with them. I fought her—I really did—but she pinned my wrists over my head with one hand and yanked the fabric down to my knees with the other. Then she pulled them off entirely, leaving me naked from the waist down.

I was exposed. Legs spread, pussy glistening in the lamplight. I could feel the cool air on my wet skin. Sarah knelt between my thighs, her cock standing tall, and she looked at my swollen lips like they were the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She forced my thighs further apart.

"Oh yes! That’s perfect," she breathed. "Your pussy is so beautiful, Miranda. So pink and wet. I've dreamed of this moment."

She ...