What price, curiosity. Part 2 Oblivion - Sex Stories

What price, curiosity. Part 2 Oblivion

... breasts that just filled the palm of his hands. He saw dark hair that swirled down her back, that he could tangle his fists in. He imagined hazel eyes and full lips that begged for him to take...’Whoa! What? Where did that come from?’ Tom physically reared back from the slim woman who restlessly rubbed her thighs together in need; in a frustrated move he dragged both hands through his hair, leaving it standing on end. “Kiss me,” she whispered, her head tipped to the side offering the heat of her mouth. Tom felt empty; the thought of kissing this woman, jesus, he couldn’t even remember asking her name, left him cold. His cock still throbbed with need, but in his gut he felt hollowed out and pathetic. He moaned in disgust, but the woman took it as need and thrust out her arse, rocking against and teasing his swollen length. Tom wanted this over with; grasping a fist full of hair he thrust the woman over a pile of boxes, hoisted her skirt up over her hip and caressed the pale flesh. It wasn’t her fault, and he felt no small measure of guilt as yanked her black G-string to the side and trailed his thumb over her slick entrance. Dipping his thumb within her sweltering slit he slowly traced the wetness up and over her swollen bud, rolling the little button until it pulsed its way clear of its hood. With a delicate touch he brushed a nail over the bundle of nerves till the woman’s knees buckled and her harsh breathing froze on a whispered moan of pleasure. He bought his cock head ...

... to the fluttering entrance of her sex and traced the drenched opening a couple of times before thrusting home roughly. The blonde squealed in surprise and then arched in pleasure as he sawed his cock deep within her. Tom closed his eyes, shutting out the woman and concentrated on the pleasure only, erasing all thoughts by sinking into the sensation of her tight cunt clasped around his cock and the amazing feeling of his flesh gliding within her honeyed sheath. He continued to thrust, alternating between deep and hard and shallow and teasing until he felt her convulse beneath him once more, and then he emptied himself over her back, watching as his cock jettisoned thick ropes of cum over the gentle curve of her spine. Tom touched her hip. “You okay?” he whispered. Wanting to escape the claustrophobic cubicle, Tom shuffled his way back towards the door, his hand running absently through his hair. “Oh yes,” she murmured. “More than all right,” she sighed as she pushed herself upright. Blonde hair had escaped the restrictive bun and tumbled attractively around her face, and yet, Tom could feel nothing but the burning desperation to escape. “Would you like to…” her gentle voice trailed off as she finally got her hair tucked behind her ear and a clear view of Tom’s face. “I guess not,” her voice chilled slightly and a veil came down over her pretty, blue eyes as she comprehended Tom’s withdrawal. With a grace and poise that guttered Tom, the woman slowly righted her clothing and ...