Tyler and the Dancefloor - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Tyler and the Dancefloor - Part 2

... it, allowing the very tip of his finger into my ass. “I've already fingered you once tonight, Shaye,” he says. “I think it's time I fucked you. Go over to the bed. Get the lube.” I turn around and saunter over to the bed, exaggerating my hip wiggle as I go. I slowly crawl over the bed to the table, giving Tyler a perfect view of my ass. He can't see my cock because it is too hard to hang down (it's almost parallel with my stomach), but he has a view of my ass and balls hanging down. I reach into the draw and pull out the half empty bottle of lube. I turn to face him. “Lie down,” he says. He has his cock in his hand and is slowly jerking it. I obey. I lie down on the bed, leaning against the headboard. I open my legs wide. Tyler strokes himself a little faster. I bite my lip and squirt a dollop of lube into my hand. I rub it into my breasts, closing my eyes and arching my back as I do. My hands move in circles, covering my breasts in shiny, oily liquid. I moan for Tyler. I squirt more of the oily lube onto my stomach, before rubbing it in. My cock throbbing all the while. “Play with your ass,” Tyler says. I adjust my position until I'm lying almost, but not quite, flat on my back. I curl both my legs up until they are almost resting on each shoulder. Tyler looks straight at me as I apply lube to my fingers and rub it into my ass-hole. I don't penetrate it yet, I just circle. I take my cock in my hand and slowly begin to stroke it, pointing the head directly at Tyler. I moan ...

... again. My fingers enter my ass, both at the same time. I push them in as far as they can go. My cock jumps in my hand. Tyler walks towards me. “You're beautiful,” he says. He crawls over the bed towards me. His deep, dark eyes focused deeply into mine. He crawls between my legs and kisses me. He lowers his body and our cocks entangle again. My fingers work inside my ass. I'm in heaven. Tyler grabs the wrist the hand that is fingering my ass. He slowly pulls my fingers out. Still kissing me, he puts his own finger against my ass and gently eases it inside, and slowly thrusts it in and out. “Mmmmm,” I breathe. He begins to kiss my neck and nibble on my earlobe. He adjusts his finger and, with expert precision, digs it deep into my prostate. “Baby... Sto-... That's too... ooooohhhhh.” He ignores my protests, and I succumb to the pleasures. I grind with his fingers, our cocks occasionally touching. I link my hands around his back and lie there, almost helpless. My eyes close and my breathing gets deep and relaxed. My chest heaving. My cock tingling. “Are you ready for me?” He whispers in my ear. “Mmmhmmm,” I've been ready for him for months. He slides his fingers from my ass. He takes the lube and smears it liberally over his cock. I reach out and take his cock in my hand, rubbing the length of it a few time and cupping his balls in my hand. I nod, letting him know I'm ready. He positions the head of his cock against my ass. It feels a lot bigger now it's resting there. I take a ...