Taylor makes it work - Sex Stories

Taylor makes it work

... actually felt good. It didn't take him long to get all the way in, and then he began pumping in and out, in and out. He began to breathe deeply, and he stood on his tip-toes. She felt a twinge from her legs, and wondered if she'd be able to cum from this. Damn. Shit. He came, that quick. Before she'd ever even really started. The stupid fucker. He came, panting, gasping, twitching and jerking. She wondered if he'd squirted his semen inside of her, she hadn't felt it. Her little pussy was still just a tiny bit sore, but all in all it felt pretty good. She just wished he'd gone on a lot longer. She wished she could have cum while he fucked her. The man yanked his dick out of her. He grabbed her jaw in his hand, and squeezed hard. Shit fire, she thought. Why does he think he has to do that? Fuck! "You gonna tell anybody 'bout this?" he said, looking almost angry. "Shit no," she said. "I don't wanna get in trouble." He seemed to soften slightly. "You shouldn't get in trouble. You didn't do anything." "No. My lips are sealed," she said, hoping he believed her. "Well, don't," he finally said. "Don't make me have to look you up and hurt you." He pulled her off the tarps and she stood on the floor. She reached down and picked up her shorts and pulled them up her legs. The bastard. He'd ruined her favorite pair of leotards. She just marched to the door, and unlocked it. He was right behind her, and she wondered if she'd feel his hands around her neck at some point. "How the fuck do ...

... we get out of here," she growled, unsure of which direction to go. "You need to watch your language," the man said. "That's not very becoming for a lady, or a c***d." Yeah, she thought, you fuckin' r****t. That's not very becoming, either. That night, she paused and reassessed her life. She felt like she'd done a very dangerous thing today. Well, she felt like she'd survived a very dangerous thing. But she knew that she hadn't survived because of anything she'd done. She'd survived simply because he hadn't decided to kill her. She wondered what would happen next time she saw him, around the building. I'll pretend like I don't know him, for sure, she thought. I will not give him a reason to hurt me. And I won't allow myself to be alone with him, any more. Although... she wondered if he could be convinced to allow her to cum, before he did. He did have the perfect dick for fucking her, as opposed to those giant fuckers out there. If she ever got a boyfriend, he'd have to have a small dick, too. Taylor's next sexual experience happened on a business trip to Myrtle beach. Well, not her next one, she still met Mr. Bennet every week or so on the playground. Her next sexual partner. And it was a lot nicer than that last guy had been, at least. She'd had a lot of fun, on the trip. Her business associates all knew her, and they were fun. She entertained them with her many stories of life as a c***d in an adult world, and she was pretty much the star of the show. The Belle of the ball. ...