Promises and Bitches Ch. 1 - Sex Stories

Promises and Bitches Ch. 1

... he was actually picturing while they fucked, he would have been sleeping on the couch that night. She didn’t though, and when he suddenly pulled out on the verge of her climaxing, pussy literally tightening down on nothing as he slipped free slickly, Kylie whimpered in distress. It wasn’t the first time he’d done such a thing either. He was so good at picking up on her body’s cues and prolonging, even denying, her orgasms that it drove her crazy. She never seemed to be able to exert quite the same level of control over him when they fucked. It always seemed like she was the one wanting even when she could see his big cock straining to cum. “…wh-?… ahh!…” she began to complain before her words turned into a startled little gasp when the fat bulb of his manhood pushed its way into her ass. Her fingers immediately clenched around the carpeting, beads of sweat appearing on her pale skin as she grimaced. Shit, shit…! It flashed through her head that he was an asshole for doing it even after she’d signaled ‘no’ with her humiliating little doggy whines and bark, but she was so close. Even if she made him pull out, Dave was just as apt to spray his load across her back then head to the shower as he was to insert himself back into her dripping cunt. Kylie knew he didn’t like to be told what to do, especially in these moments, and so hissing between her teeth at the discomfort, she closed her eyes, feeling every thick veiny inch as he drove himself into her tight hole. When the last ...

... of it disappeared between her spread cheeks, she felt him petting her head, calling her bitch again, before he began to pound himself into her overstretched ass. Dropping her forehead to the floor, she couldn’t hold back a small undignified squeal at the little lances of pains that came with her being fucked anally again, with only her own juices to act as lube this time. “…nh! …ng!…” *** Her lack of protest signaled him that she was fine was his change of plan – or more likely was too close to her climax for risking it to end in an argument. During their relationship she had to learn that telling him she didn't like or want something during their act often resulted in Dave stopping it altogether. He might mumble an apology promising to be more gentle next time, start a discussion whether this practice was degrading or not or even just walk off to the shower without saying a word. But it always left her hanging and more importantly he always gave her the feeling to be disappointed in her. It worked remarkably well with the squealing proof for it being impaled by his cock right at this moment. Placing his hands on the ground near hear shoulders, he bend his torso forward until his muscular chest touched her back and rubbed against it while his hips thrusted hard into her bottom. It wasn't quite his conscious intention, but this position did have a striking resemblance to the one where a dog mounted her instead. His sweat dripped down from his forehead onto her body and his hot ...