She talked me into it! - Sex Stories

She talked me into it!

... didn't enter me. Not yet. Instead, she lowered herself and pressed the head of her cock between my pussy lips. Just pressed. Not pushing in. She held it there, the tip parting my folds, teasing my entrance. My lips were puffy and pink, I felt a gush of wetness, my own juices spilling out, coating the head. I was so slick I could feel it dripping.

"Please," I heard myself say. I didn't know if I was begging her to stop or to continue.

"Please what, Miranda?" She dragged the head up and down my slit, circling my clit, then back down to my opening. "Tell me what you want. Don't be afraid. I'll make you feel so good."

"I want you to stop. I'm married."

"You keep saying that," she murmured, her voice a low, hypnotic thrum that vibrated through my core. 

"But your body is telling a different story.” She pulled her cock away from my entrance for just a moment. My chamber was just barely gaping. “Oh my! Look how it's opening for me. How it's inviting me in. Your beautiful pussy wants me inside. Wants my cum to fill you."

She placed the tip directly where my entrance was gaping and pressed a little harder, and the head began to stretch me, just the slightest bit. I gasped and clenched, my inner walls fluttering against the intrusion. I tried logic, sorta of…..

"Brandon," I whimpered, his name a shield. “Brandon told me once many years ago “If a beautiful woman ever wanted you, I’d be okay with it. I’d want you to have that experience. If someone like, say, ...

... Josephine Jobert made a move on you, babe, you'd have a pass. I'd want the details."

"Brandon said if a woman wanted me, he’d be ok with it. But, this isn't the same," I breathed, but the conviction was leaking out of me.

"Isn't it?" Sarah pushed another fraction of an inch, and my hips arched off the sofa. "I'm a woman. You think I'm beautiful. And I desperately want you. By his own rules, this counts, Miranda. This totally counts."

The logic was twisted, intoxicating. A dark, permissive loophole. My mind snagged on it, and my body, already betraying me, seized the excuse.

She pulled back, leaving me empty and aching. I whimpered at the loss. She smiled, seeing the shift in my eyes.

"Say it," she commanded, her voice dropping to that velvet register again. "Say, fuck me, Sarah. Give me what we both want. Ram that monster cock in me. Take what you want."

I shook my head, tears pricking my eyes from the sheer overwhelming intensity of it all. "I can't."

"Then I'll just keep teasing you," she promised, and she did. She pressed the head against my opening again, dipping in just a fraction, then pulling out. Again and again, mock fucking me, and each time pressing a little deeper. My hips chased her, shamelessly. I was gushing now, my slickness coating her cockhead, my thighs, the sofa beneath me.

"You're so wet, Miranda. You're dripping. Your body is screaming for my cock. Just a little push is all it would take. I know you’ll love it."

"No," I whimpered, the ...