Breathe - Sex Stories

Breathe

... around her throat. “You think I’m just gonna fuck you without you asking for it?” he said between licks of her face. He squeezed her soft neck a bit tighter. “You think you can find it in you to beg for me to fuck your tight little pussy with my big, black cock?” He loosened his grip slightly, felt her gulp and gasp, then squeezed again, tightening his fingers. Jenna’s eyes narrowed. She could feel the warmth building in her face evidenced by a red glow along the top of her cheeks. “Breathe. Steady. Find the air and breathe…” She concentrated, managing to calm herself enough to allow the passage of air to her lungs despite Tyrone’s intensifying grip. Tyrone sneered. His other hand slinked liked a tentacle down her back, two of his fingers diving together between the trench of her ass. He skirted along the bud of her anus for a moment before plunging one of his stiff digits into her tight hole. Jenna’s glistening eyes widened. As he continued with the rhythmic loosening and tightening of his grip, she felt the burning friction of his finger as it wriggled inside of her. Her knees buckled and only Tyrone’s secure hold of her kept her up. She clasped the back of his hand and held on. Still grinning, Tyrone was relentless. He wormed his finger deeper with rigid, probing thrusts, smacking her butt. As he continued to squeeze her throat, he could see the slight pulse of a vein at her temple. Gritting her teeth, Jenna felt like she was just barely holding onto her senses. Her ...

... eyes watered and blurred. The sounds of lust rippling through the room dulled in her ears as if they were slowly filling with cotton. Her whole body was shaking now, hitching against Tyrone’s wanton pleasuring. Tyrone withdrew his finger, then reached further with his long arm, curling his fingers from behind and sinking them up into Jenna’s aching snatch. His fingers were soon glistening and wet with her dampness as he filled her with more quick thrusts. Jenna clutched the wrist of his hand even as her fingers went numb. All she could truly feel was the incessant rub and stroke of his fingers along her inner flesh. Every fiber of her wanted to scream out in strangled ecstasy. “Let me hear it, Jenna,” Tyrone hissed and finally lifted his hand from her throat. Jenna’s mouth rounded wide. She drew a long, whistling breath of air as her body stiffened and her lungs expanded. With Tyrone’s fingers still thrusting into her, she let loose a resounding, primal moan, “Oh, God!” Tyrone’s big, wide grin glistened against the light of the afternoon sun. He held Jenna up as she swooned against his arm, her typically serene and sensitive voice now an unrelenting, sultry mess of aching groans as her wetness splashed onto his hand and her legs. That was it. Tyrone was set to explode. He pulled out his dripping fingers and released Jenna, letting her crumple to the floor on her knees gasping and coughing. “Take a deep breath, Jenna,” he grunted, an impatient edge in his voice. He sucked her ...