Checking Out - Sex Stories

Checking Out

... ways... bride-capture.” he said slowly as he stroked long languid thrusts into her stretched cunt. “Now I claim right of consummation so I can call you my own.” “Just be careful with me, you’re more than I think than nature ever expected me to receive down there,” she said wryly. “Next time, prime me first, then use the lubricant to help things along,” she said between gasps. He grinned a moment, pleased she was being compliant. She held her breath, stiffening momentarily as she climaxed in spite of herself as his huge log of a cock was shoved into her overstuffed pussy. Her wetness made him slide a little easier. She suppressed another orgasm as he gave a groan, pumping a vast quantity of semen into her. Even when she’d been hooking steadily during her art school days & taken several tricks a night or the evening she’d long suspected when she’d became infected. That’s when she fucked an entire soccer team from an African country; none of the other white hookers wanted to go with “that mob of horny darkies,” as they said at the time. She’d been all night with them, left raw & tender in the dawn light with all their wallets, watches, passports & other jewelry and valuables. She also left them unknowingly harboring plenty of HIV-positive semen within her beautiful body. “Oh my!” she exclaimed to Tod, “I think you’d better get a towel, or we’ll have to sleep in a wet bed tonight.” He picked up his undershirt as he withdrew, wiped her pubes gently, dried off his huge cock and ...

... once again, wiped off her drenched cunt. Pulling the covers over them both, he lay back with a contented sigh and turned out the light. Lying on her back, she reached out, taking a firm grip on his thick penis. He sighed and fell asleep. The morning sky was lightening as she woke, still holding his sword of flesh. She quickly had him erect, got astride and began to fuck him. His eyes opened and focused on her as she impaled herself on his massive staff. She was wet from the previous night’s come and desire to achieve dominance over his enormous phallus and Tod himself. He heard her breath coming in gasps and moans as he pushed up into her tender center, reached his work-calloused hands, grasping and fondling her small pale breasts that swayed before his eyes, as her coral colored nipples stiffened in the cool morning air. Her back arched as she came, again a couple of minutes later. Her eyes rolled back ‘til only the whites showed. She trembled violently as she climaxed, receiving his gush of hot seed. With a groan of exhaustion, she tumbled off, buried her head on the pillow, falling asleep again, her red hair clinging wet to her slender neck. Before he left for work, he woke her to a breakfast tray of oranges, tea, toast and cheese. He placed the commode chair where she could access it to relieve herself later, kissed her forehead and departed. Looking around the room at leisure, she realized it was a better safe house than the cottage she’d been staying in... Here, where no ...