His Fuck Doll. Part 2 - Sex Stories

His Fuck Doll. Part 2

... the bed. "How long can you stay?" I asked. "Another half hour or so, I need to get up early," he replied."Why?" "Let's see if we can get a third out of you," I said. "I thought that you said you were done," he said. "I am," I replied, "but you're not." He asked, "What do you want to do?" "What I do best", I replied. "Now just lie back and enjoy it." I got my bottle of baby oil, climbed on the bed and poured it on his cock. I straddled him and rubbed my tits against his cock until he was semi hard. I grabbed it and started licking the shaft. Frank was looking at me the whole time. I can imagine what he must have been thinking. Here's this woman he just fucked the life out of, covered in sweat and cum, and now she wants more. It took a little longer than normal for him to get hard. He had already cum twice, so I wasn't shocked. Once he did, he was like putty in my hands. I sat down and straddled his thighs. I used both hands and stroked him gently. The girth of his cock filled my hands and he was rock hard again. I was impressed. He wasn't some young college kid, he was around my age. I wondered how much he had left in him. "Nice cock," I said as I stroked gently. He watched as I picked up the pace and the sound of sloshing baby oil could be heard. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand as I stroked faster and faster. "Cum for me," I said. About thirty seconds later, Frank emptied his balls for the third time. Not as powerfully as first two, but a lot of cum exited his ...

... cock. After that, we sat and talked for about ten minutes. Frank stated that he really had to leave. I told him to shower first, then I would follow while he got dressed. When I exited the shower, I put on a robe and walked him to the door. He gave me a passionate kiss and I watched him drive away. I was exhausted and needed sleep, but my sheets were soaked. So I took them off and threw an old comforter on the bed. I had to move the bed back into position. I actually moved about three inches away from the wall. My bed has a flat wooden headboard that's straight along the top. As I moved the bed, I noticed a thin line on the wall parallel to the top of the headboard. It was a small indentation and in a few spots, the paint was gone. Frank and I put a dent in my bedroom wall. I crawled into bed and slept like a baby. I woke up later than I wanted. My kids were coming home in a few hours and I had errands to run. I spent all morning thinking about night before. I've had longer sessions and dirtier sessions but never one as intense. Before I went home, I stopped by Debbie's house. It was one o'clock in the afternoon and they were both still hung over and in their sleep clothes. I asked them how the night went. "Mom had fun," Krista said with a smirk. "She had the poor kid screaming this morning." "I made the little fuck cum four times," Deb said. "When he left this morning, he could barely walk." All three of us laughed. "There were some fucked up noises coming from your room too," ...