You Belong to Me - Sex Stories

You Belong to Me

... I finally tense my entire body, my asshole contracting around your invading tongue as the cum bursts forth from the end of my weary dick. I cup my hand and cover the spurting head, catching the majority of the hot liquid in my waiting palm. I then reach back with my cum filled fist and shove it between my ass cheeks. I am smearing the slippery white fluids over my asshole before sitting back down onto your face. "Oh my, Daddy!" you manage to gasp before your lips once again became muffled by my ass, now coated in hot cum. Eagerly, you suck and lick, taking every drop into your hungry mouth as I pant with exhaustion, feeling your tongue delving into my ass to get every bit of cum. As my dick finally goes soft before my eyes, I slump down onto the bed beside you, a contented smile of disbelief firmly etched into my face. "I think that was the dirtiest session yet," I comment, lying down beside you. "Yes, I think it was," you agree, smiling back at me. My eyes begin to close, but I could hear the sound of birds outside the window, reminding me ...

... that morning is fast approaching. The darkness of night is fast giving way as thin streams of light are now seeping in through the blinds. "I guess I should go," I say reluctantly as I sit up and reach for my pants. "Okay," you agree, a hint of sadness in your voice. You generally like me to stay longer, but in our previous encounter we have been interrupted by Tony the pony's early arrival. I am already starting to get anxious and have no interest in making another last minute getaway through the bedroom window. I quietly dress before heading to the door. I look back to see you staring back at me, your face frozen into a post-coital look of contentment. We exchange our goodbyes and I make a hastily retreat out the door. As I leave the building, I begin to wonder how much longer this could go on. I am worried that you are starting to get a little too attached. "Oh well," I mutter to myself as I search my pockets for my car keys. "I guess we'll just see what happens next week." I didn't know it then, but that would be the last time I saw you.