Seduction & Desire (Alone?) - Sex Stories

Seduction & Desire (Alone?)

... your hands still, anchoring the material, pushing down on the sock making it tight around your throat, and you almost feel proud to wear the marks of such a submissive woman. Your moans become louder, wild, as he fucks you, the material around your neck restrictive, breathing starts to become harder, and you know you won’t be released until you cum. The orgasm is like lightning, tearing through every cell in your body from head to toe, your arse clamps around him as he is deep in you, pushing into you and holding inside you as you move around his cock, bucking hard as the intensity overwhelms you. He only manages one more push as you writhe under him, making him cum so very hard, the feeling of the hot fluid erupting inside your arse extends the orgasm as you silently scream, fighting for breath and you look up at him pleading to release the knot as you both shudder. He holds you there, perhaps one second longer than he should, pushing your boundaries, until he releases your hands and slips his finger under the material and allowing you to breathe once more. He collapses on top of you and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him so very close at such an intimate time. Lying there, spent, he holds you, kissing you softly as you his cock slips out of you, his cum following shortly, sending a quiver of amazement at how good it feels to have him leaking from you arse, wanting to see the state of your body and how you have been used so well. There is no shame in the ...

... way you feel, to have this man fuck you in such away only hours after meeting him. He clearly isn’t going anywhere and he stays with you, holding you contently, as you lie there in silence. His hands stroking you, kissing your sweat covered skin; he moves hair away from your face so he can see you. You both hold each other; the physical contact in itself is arousing. Time passes without a word spoken, all the communication you need is made with kisses and touches; he is so attentive to your every need. You laugh together, admiring, looking at one another. “I’m so tired” you say, and he wraps you in his arms as you look at him, “but I want one more orgasm before we sl**p.” Finishing the sentence, you look at him: “Play with your cunt” he replies, “Like you did when you were thinking about me earlier.” You lie on your back, lips very swollen from all that has happened, and your clitoris protesting almost at the desire to make yourself cum once more as the man watches you. “And you?” you question. You can already feel that he is hard, and he kneels next to you, stroking his cock before you as your hand teases and pleasures yourself, hardly able to slide in even one finger, but slowly you manage it, the feeling so close as you see him watching you, wanking over you, his muscles taut as you pleasure him visually as much as he does you; his actions are one of confidence and desire and a small orgasms makes you shudder, followed by a soft moan, the perfect ending to finish off the ...