The dinner party. - Sex Stories

The dinner party.

... lips, moaned loudly with every thrust and a ran hand sexually through my hair while he continued to pound me in a steady, determined rhythm. His prick moved easily in and out of my anal orifice even when I clenched my abdominal muscles, tightening my velvety tunnel around his member as he fucked me. I watched the look of carnal satisfaction grow on his face and wanted this to last forever. Even though I was lost in a tumult of desire, somewhere in the back of my mind, I still remembered we didn't have much time, but was unsure how long it had been since the front door had shut behind me. Was it five minutes ago or longer. I was so consumed by the heat of the moment that I'd lost track of time and fearing we didn't have enough of it, I did the only thing I could think of to speed up my lover's climax. I leant forward until my sensitive breasts were pressed hard into the wooden surface, causing more pleasurable sensations to bombard my senses and opened my arms wide to grab hold of the dresser on each side. Now I lay there, supine in demeanour, surrendering myself to his masterful intentions, arching my back as I lay there raising the angle of entrance, so instead of standing behind me with knees bent, he could stand up straight. Moving into the ultimate "Fuck me," position had the desired effect. Now he had more balance and stability and his thrusting movements grew more powerful, more deliberate. Like an unwavering pile driver, he drove his cock deep inside me, long, ...

... meaningful strokes, each born to stoke the lecherous fires of desire inside me into a blast furnace of orgasmic pleasure. Every time our bodies collided, he'd savagely grind himself against me, just for a split second before pulling backwards to ready himself for the next onslaught. Between my thighs, it was a cauldron of longing. My clit was throbbing incessantly and my pussy lips twitched continuously, wanting to be fed something substantial, but I daren't move my hands. Right now it wasn’t about me. It was all about my lord and master. He wanted release, needed it and it was my call of duty to help him achieve it. All I had to do was lay there and accept his bidding. Hmmm, how difficult could that be? "Oh you fucking bitch," he growled in a crescendo of noise,coming from the pit of his stomach and sounding like approaching thunder. His long deliberate stroking began to speed up, his cock pistoning in and out like a well oiled machine, each lunge much more immediate, no hanging about now. In and out. In and out, slamming into me harder and faster, loud grunting accompanying his movements and his fingers gripped my hips even tighter. "Finger me," I begged, my pussy desperate to be penetrated. My lover ignored my plea so I tried again. “Finger me, Baby, I wanna cum too” I said, hearing the desperation in my voice. "No," he roared commandingly, his voice bearing no discussion. "I'm cuming you bitch." he bellowed, the words reverberating down the hallway. I raised my head to look at ...