She talked me into it! - Sex Stories

She talked me into it!

... lie tasting like ash in my mouth.

"Yes," she countered, pressing the head firmly against my entrance, the tip stretching me wide. "One word. Just say yes. It’s so open for me. I’m almost in. Let me fuck that married pussy."

I was trembling. Every fiber of my being was screaming to say yes. The memory of Brandon's permission echoed in my head, a golden ticket to this forbidden pleasure. I looked at Sarah, at the raw hunger in her eyes, and I felt my resolve crumbling into dust.

"Please," I whispered, and it wasn't a denial anymore.

"Say it," she whispered, her voice like silk against my ear, her breath hot and teasing. "Or I'll stop right here. Right now. And you'll never know what it feels like to be fucked by my huge cock."

I shook my head, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood, but the pressure of her tip against my soaked entrance made my whole body tremble. She didn't push in—just held it there, the fat head nudging my folds, promising everything. My clit throbbed in time with my racing heart, each beat sending waves of need through my core. I looked down at the spot where her cock head touched me. Then at the enormous shaft. She saw me staring at it.

Then she stopped asking, and started telling. “You know what’s going to happen, right?”

"You're going to let me fuck you," she said, her voice low and certain, her hands gripping my hips with bruising force. "You’re going to give me your married pussy. You're going to take my whole cock inside you. ...

... Every…thick…inch."

"No," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. "I won't let you."

Sarah just laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through my chest. "Oh, but you will, Miranda. You see this body of yours? It's already surrendering. That slick heat between your legs? That's not fear. That's hunger. Your pussy is crying out for me. It wants to feel me."

"No," I gasped, trying to push back against her shoulders, but she didn't budge. Instead she rolled her hips just slightly, and the head stretched me open just a fraction more. Her words echoed in my brain. Then I felt the burn, the intrusion, the tingle starting in my belly……..NO! I thought to myself. Then, the orgasm slammed into me and I cried out as my pussy clenched, my entrance throbbed, trying to pull her inside despite my protests.

"Feel that?" she murmured triumphantly. "I made you cum without even putting it inside. That's your body telling you the truth. Your mind can lie to itself all it wants, but your pussy knows what it wants. It knows it needs to be stretched, filled, claimed. And you’re going to let me be the one who does it."

"You're delusional," I whimpered, but my hips betrayed me, tilting forward to meet her. She pressed just enough to leave the head lodged at my entrance, that slight stretch constant. I could feel every heartbeat throbbing around her, my juices coating her shaft, making it slick and ready.

"Am I?" she challenged, pressing forward just enough to make me gasp. "Then why ...