Saturday Night Out - Sex Stories

Saturday Night Out

... my eyes and hands. This isn't foreplay like before. This is animalistic. A prelude, not to sex, but to primal fucking. Primal fucking she has never experienced in her life, her marriage or in our trysts. One of my hands kneaded her breasts as the other wraps itself in her hair. She feels her head being pulled to one side, her neck exposed to my teeth. She feels the rasp of my whiskers on her sensitive skin, and then she feels my hot breath on the nape of her neck. She can't help but moan deep in her throat as I attack her neck. Her hands weakly push at my chest, but my hand caught her forearm moving her hand across my belly and down to my trousers. As she touches my hard cock she gives up the pretense of resistance letting herself go. She lewdly strokes me through my pants as my mouth devours her neck and my hands slide between her legs. She is disappointed when she feels me pull away, but a moment later she lets out a squeal of surprise as I pick her up and set her on the edge of the bed. I spread her legs until she feels her thigh muscles burning, without preamble press my face between her thighs and begin to lick her pussy. I wasn't licking at all. I'm treating her pussy just like I treated her neck. My teeth nipping at her vaginal lips, my tongue sliding inside her like a smaller cock. My face is drenched with her juices, but I hold her steady beneath my hands. She is writhing now, moaning and gasping loudly (which is uncharacteristic of her) while the assault on her ...

... pussy continues. She feels her orgasm within reach, but I stop and stood up. I roughly threw her to the middle of the bed, and she turns around trying to crawl across the bed away from me. My hand grasps her ankle and I pull her back towards me. Before she realizes what is happening I have her robe up around her waist and have delivered a shockingly hard slap to her buttocks. " Stop moving!" I growled, and Giada immediately complied. The anger in my voice frightened her. She is back to not being sure if I'm playing or not, but at this point she didn't know if it mattered. Despite the small kernel of fear in her chest, she has to admit that her nipples are achingly hard and she feels the moistness on her thighs. She feels me place my thigh between hers, spreading her legs as she lay face down across the bed, her feet on the floor and her head on the mattress. I kick her legs apart further, and then she feels another slap to her buttocks. She moans again when she hears the rustle of my pants falling to the floor, then the tearing of what she assumes is a condom wrapper. A quick look back reveals that is the case. As my hands descended again to her shoulders, she feels me press against her opening. She has never gotten a good look at my cock, but she knew it was big from her previous groping and from our previous trysts. As I push inside of her, she realizes it is a monster cock. There is no tenderness in my thrusts, no murmurs of endearment as I slam my thick shaft back and forth. ...