I walked breezily in the door, returning from church. Simply to have my lover hustle me back out the door, sweatpant pockets bulging. I tried to find out what was happening, as his hands roamed under my shirt. Using tugs on my nipples, he directed me down the path in front of him to our woodshop. Apparently, he had gotten tired of his cousin’s company, even after the first 2 days.
Once inside the shop, he pulled my shirt up to bind my arms by my head and began to lave my nipples with his tongue. He slides my pants down around my knees in between licks. His fingers just add to the instantaneous slickness between my legs. Still not quite wet enough though. He bent me over, pulling my shirt off, hands on the chair seat. Then something cold slid through the dampness at my opening, slathering itself in moisture. Sure enough, the next sensation is cool metal pressing against my anal pucker. Pushing and pushing, I made myself relax and open to the intrusion. When it suddenly breached my tight asshole, I was speechless as the burning sensation and fullness occupied my attention.
He had to pull my hands away from their clutch on the chair in order to slide past me. I refocused to the man now sitting in front of me, cock in hand. A simple order , suck my cock. I gladly hit my knees and slurped his cock into my mouth. Just soft enough for me to slide him down my throat. I love the feeling, even as I am fighting my gag reflex and tears jump to my eyes.
The plug in my ass is making me really wet and I run my fingers through my labia. My fingers happliy tease my clit as I enthusiasictally lave his balls with my tongue. I start pushing his now fully hard and thick member past my gag reflex. My mouth is full of that thick saliva and I can’t breath but I am determined to worship his cock as best I can. He pulls my head back by my hair and I gasp.
Sliding by me again, he bent me back over the chair and started to push into my body, fighting past the extra tightness from the plug in my ass. He’s asking me questions as fucks me. I don’t remember most of them, only that I got wetter with each one. Words like needy slut, whore and fucktoy. He pounded me to the brink of orgasm just to pull free and leave me whimpering. Apparently, he enjoyed the pause to watch my pussy clasping at the cold air. I was clutching the chair seat with weak knees, pride being the only thing keeping me from begging.
The whimpers convey my thoughts though and I find myself spun around, back flat in the seat, hands holding my legs.Then in the chair, feet over my head, he pounds me into the seat. Asking the whole time if i’m enjoying being pounded like a whore. I’m shouting yes, moaning and hollering as he’s pounding my cervix to orgasm. My orgasm comes like any small avalanche. And he’s still driving himself into me as I hang on for dear life, delirous with over stimulation, trying to make my body milk his cock.
He dumped a huge load in me. When he pulled out, all I could do do was stay where I was, his cum cooling as it ran down my ass crack. Only able to grin and nod when asked if I was ok. He cleaned up and then gently cleaned me (spasming the whole time) before we started up the yard for a well deserved shower.
God, I love Sundays.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/mriupn/fun_on_a_sunday