You Belong to Me - Sex Stories

You Belong to Me

... cuffs. As I resume abusing your asshole with emphatic thrusts, I know that I wouldn't be able to last much longer. "You know I'm going to cum in your ass don't you?" I simply taunt, feeling a sensation of pre-orgasmic warmth flowing through my body. "Uh huh," you sigh quietly, your blue eyes tightly closed as my savage thrusts ream your tiny orifice with unabated intensity. "You can do whatever you want to me. I'm yours to use." That subtle declaration is music to my ears as my strokes suddenly cease. I notice my balls tighten violently. Gritting my teeth, I tear at your thick hair as my pulsing prick erupts inside you, filling your well-fucked hole with shot after shot of searing hot semen. Moaning, you feel your insides warm by the fluid from my spurting dick. As my climax subside, I keep my shaft buried inside you, sliding it back and forth, now lubricated by my own juices as it gradually slips out of your clutching embrace. After I finally slip free, I inspect your well worn hole which is now reddened, swollen and leaking cum. I remove the handcuffs and climb onto the bed, pulling you up with me by the hair. I recline back in a relaxed position as you remain in a submissive pose, your knees tucked up under your body as your face presses against the bed. "Mmmm," I moan, admiring my recent handiwork. "Spread that ass. I want to see the slutty little asshole that I just fucked." Doing as ordered, you reach back with both hands to pull your cheeks apart and fully expose ...

... your recently violated asshole. I smile while gripping my dick, my hand moving with slow, lazy strokes as I watch. I certainly do not want the night's events to end. "Mmmm," you purr seductively, stroking a finger over your sensitive hole. "I love having your cum in my ass." As you speak, you push your finger deeper inside, feeling your cum coated tunnel with your wiggling digit. "I love feeling it inside me," you continue, sliding your finger back out, now clearly covered in a glistening sheen of slimy cum. "Especially when I'm lying here with my boyfriend." You gaze back at me as you put the finger to your mouth, sucking the cum from it. I smile, continuing to be impressed by the depths of your depraved mind. I actually don't know how much of your act is genuine, since I suspect your actions are often conducted for the purpose of turning me on. After our countless times together, you know just what to do and say to get me going. As you turn and crawl towards me, you resume talking. "And I want you to fuck me before my wedding," you exclaim as I spread my legs before you. "Oh really?" I ask, my interest peaked by the slutty suggestion. Again, I didn't know if she was telling the truth or even if such a thing would be plausible. I had mentioned it as one of my fantasies though, so she was obviously bringing it up for my benefit. "Yes," you answer, lying flat against the bed with your head between my legs. "I want you to use me and make me your whore while I'm wearing my wedding ...