The dinner party. - Sex Stories

The dinner party.

... the glistening dome and savoured the rich liquid. The salty flavour tantalized my taste buds and I repeated my actions again and again, eliciting well felt groans of desire. "D'you want me to get this thing all nice and wet or do you want to cum all over my face?" I asked mischievously, the inborn slut already knowing the answer. "Oh, you naughty little temptress," he said wagging a finger at me like a priggish school teacher who'd discovered one of his pupils being naughty. "You can't tempt me with your wicked ways, woman," he continued, his eyes sparkling in amusement. "You just open that beautiful little cock hungry mouth of yours and let me do the rest." he said authoritatively. I felt his grip tighten slightly and saw him nod his head approvingly as I obediently parted my perfectly made up lips. "I think,” he paused for effect, “Considering the amount of time we've got, you’d better just get it all nice and wet." He spoke casually, as if ordering from a menu. Before I could retort with a witty and barbed comeback, his cock landed heavily on my outstretched tongue and because my mouth was already open, he simply thrust his hips forward, his glistening dome vanishing into my warm wetness. As always his thick girth stretched my lips as he unmercifully filled my mouth, and when I pretended to object he didn't relent. Instead, pressing my head down harder onto his member, I felt his helmet disappear relentlessly down my throat. "That's it, Slut," he said in a low, ...

... forceful voice, "Open wide and take all of it, just…” Inch after inch rapidly disappeared between my lips as he spoke. “Aaahh yes, just like that!" It wasn't pretty, it wasn't nice. There was no gentle love making here, no tender touching, it was raw, unadulterated carnal lust. Sexual predators with an insatiable hunger, knowing no bounds, their intense deviant desires needing to be fulfilled. It was a battle of wills, Alpha male against alpha female, but with me on my knees I wasn’t in a winning position. Within seconds, despite fake protestations my fiery red lips reached the base of his cock and my nose bumped against his shaven pelvis. "You dirty, fucking bitch,” he said victoriously. My head was being pressed harder onto his prick, like a cherry being impaled on a cocktail stick. “That’s it slut, swallow that big fucking dick." I couldn’t help the ripple of pleasure running down my spine as his vulgar words matched his dirty deeds and submissively, I did what I was told. After a couple of seconds I felt the pressure on my head recede and his cock withdrawing from my throat as he pulled his hips backwards. My respite was short lived because as soon as his cock adorned my lips again, a powerful thrust propelled his shaft back inside my mouth. This time however, he didn't muck about. His prick slid repeatedly in and out of my pie-hole hardly giving me the time to blow him properly. "You like that, don't you, Slut? Your mouth full with hot prick!" I smiled inwardly at his lewd ...