Money for Nothing - Sex Stories

Money for Nothing

... now. You’re doing so well!” I exclaimed. On the last thrust I stayed down on his cock and I rolled my arse around on his thighs. It was so fucking nice to feel him inside me. To feel this cock penetrate me. “Oh fuck! That‘s it. You fucking darling,” I told him as I pushed down on it. I came on his cock right there. I felt my orgasm blow my insides apart and, as always, my head dropped back over my body as I clenched my stomach muscles. My pussy clenched too. That was also not fair on him, but I didn’t care now. I wanted number two. I pulled myself up on his shoulders and brought my pussy to the top of his cock. “Look into my eyes,” I said. Richard’s eyes were still closed. “Look into my eyes, Richard,” I demanded. He opened them and looked at me. I stared at him with intent. My eyes were wide open, I was breathing heavily and I wanted him to watch me orgasm. I thrust down onto his cock and every time I let out a gasp of breath. Every time was bliss, and every time brought me closer. “You‘re gonna make me cum again,” I told him. I thrust down onto his cock for a second time, taking the full length of his cock inside me every time. I clenched my muscles as I slid down his cock. I fucked his cock twice more before I could hold back no more. “That‘s it, that‘s fucking it,” I told him as I sank down one more ...

... time to an earth shattering orgasm. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, now!” I demanded. Richard did just that. He raised me off his body slightly and fucked his cock into me. He chanted as he fucked me, though it wasn’t a chant; he was fucking counting. I cried out with pleasure as he fucked his cock into me. I had another two orgasms by the time Richard was up to twenty, which was precisely the time his spunk shot into me. He was breathing heavily as he climbed down from his orgasm and I was in a state of bliss. My body was ecstatic with the number of orgasms I experienced so far, but it was just so far. I looked at him. “Game over!” I panted. He nodded. “What do you make it?” he asked. “Well it was about two hundred and fifty before you started really fucking me,” I replied. “I got to twenty,” he said. “I reckon that makes it about four hundred and fifty then.” “Fuck!” he said, annoyed with himself. “Is that fucking all!” he exclaimed. I just smiled. “You‘re all mine for the rest of the evening now,” I said. “I have only earned, what, four hundred and fifty quid. You should be a fucking prostitute yourself,” he replied. I started giggling and ended up laughing out loud. “What‘s so funny,” he said. “I am,” I replied, “and you‘ve got your work cut-out tonight. If you think my pussy was tight, wait until you try my arse!”