She talked me into it! - Sex Stories

She talked me into it!

... fiber of your being is screaming for it. Your pussy is quivering, gushing, clenching, begging me to push all the way in. Your juices are soaking my cock, inviting me deeper. Your brain is just the last holdout, but even it's starting to see the truth. You’re giving me your married pussy. You know you want to."

"No," I whispered, but my hips rolled toward her, seeking more of that stretch.

"Yes," she breathed. "You want to feel my sperm swimming inside you for days. You want to be filled so completely that you leak when you stand up. When you kiss Brandon next, you’ll remember my cock inside you.”

Her words painted a vivid picture—my body a vessel for her seed, moving inside me, warm and alive, a constant reminder of this moment. I could almost feel it already, the imagined weight of her cum sloshing inside me, coating my walls.

"Say it," she whispered again, her voice a velvet command, her thumb circling my clit, making me jump. "Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me to fill you with my cum until it's dripping down your thighs. Tell me you want to be mine."

"No," I whispered, the last remnants of my defiance crumbling.

Sarah just smiled, knowing she had won. "Soon," she promised. "You'll say it soon. And when you do, I'll give you everything you're denying yourself. I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget you ever resisted. My young, potent, sticky sperm will flood you, a constant reminder of me owning this pussy. Every time you feel that wetness ...

... between your legs, you'll know it's me, still inside you, still claiming you."

She smiled down at me, knowing she had won. My eyes were like giant blue saucers. I glanced down at the shaft. Slick from my juices, the head nearly inside, my stretched entrance tingling. Then looked back up, into her eyes. 

She held my gaze, her eyes dark with victory and desire. Then she pressed harder.

The head popped inside, the burn mixing with pleasure until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. My back arched off the sofa, a guttural moan tearing from my throat as she stretched me, filled me, claimed me.

I cried out—a broken sound, half sob, half groan. She was inside me. Just the head, but it was enough. I was stretched, invaded in the most exquisite way. She held still, letting me feel the throb of her pulse inside me.

My heart thumped with shock, panic, and ecstasy. My breath was a series of desperate pants. I managed to finally whisper one ward……”yes”…..  Sarah gazed into my eyes and started to push,.

Slowly, and without breaking our eye contact, she pushed forward sliding her hardness into me with excruciating slowness. "God, you're tight," she groaned. "So fucking tight."

I had never been penetrated this deep or stretched with this much girth. It was pain and pleasure mixed: I felt every single inch as she claimed me, her thick shaft spreading me open, carving out a space inside me that had never existed. God, how is it so big? The thought flashed through ...