So, I’m currently lying in my own bed after a fucking wild night. We both have partners so had to go our separate ways about an hour and a half ago. I may expand this later.
We planned drinks for this evening – cocktails, since she said she was anyone’s after a couple of them – and went out under false pretences. I said I was meeting friends from work, she said she was meeting a friend who was dropping in at short notice to see her. In the interests of discretion, we took the train to the town over again and booked a room.
I’m a little bit disappointed we couldn’t spend the night, but the disappointment pales in comparison to the thrill.
She had got dolled up for me. I love it when women do this: the care and attention that goes in to being eye-catching and alluring is, in itself, really, really hot. She had done her hair, had a little black dress on, a necklace that dangled just above her cleavage and drew my eye to those fabulous, delicious, fuckable tits of hers. She was in heels, too.
I didn’t have to wait long to find out she wasn’t wearing any underwear, unless stockings count.
We tried to keep our hands off one another on the train, being careful about public places. I was hard as a rock seconds after I saw her. She kissed me on the cheek, greeted me like she would anyone else, but wore a smile full of mischief while she did. Still, while we sat together, apparently chaste, legs touching like the first time, we whispered dirty things to one another.
I told her that I’d had a thought: not a day in our lives would go by where she wasn’t mine that night. It will always have happened: no take-backsies.
Laughing, she said there wasn’t any point in doing it again if that mattered at all.
“Well, when you put it like that..”
I paused for a second, wondering what to say. I settled on:
“..you obviously need the same treatment tonight.”
It wasn’t an amazing line. Still, she laughed, told me to try not to have any more thoughts for fear of injuring myself, and briefly placed a hand on my thigh.
The train pulled in, and we scuttled to the bar. We checked out the cocktail list.
“Well, that’s our night ruined then.” she said
“What? Why?”
“No Screaming Orgasm, no Blowjob. They don’t even do Sex On The Beach.”
She smirked. I laughed, and rolled my eyes, then whispered into her ear:
“I know a dirty little slut who can manage at least two of those tonight.”
Blushing and laughing, she told me I was incorrigible. She’s not wrong. We ordered Mimosas, drank them fast, and headed upstairs.
It was in the lift that I found she had nothing on under her dress, kissing her hard against the wall, casting a sideways glance to the mirror to see us as our bodies were pressed together. I ran my hands over her hips, down her thighs and then up between her legs. Wet already, and just a little swollen where her clit was.
The doors opened and took us by surprise: we saw another couple there waiting, smartly dressed, looking just a little flushed and disheveled. I gave them a knowing look as we scuttled to our room.
She made me stop by the door for a moment, placing her hand on mine as I handled the room key. I could feel the heat from her body, radiating. I became intensely aware of the stiffness of my cock, and the excitement of knowing what was going to happen next.
Except she surprised me. She leaned in, blocking the door now, and said:
“There’s something I want you to do.”
I gave her a look, and the look meant, “continue”
“It is something my husband doesn’t want. I feel a bit shy about it. It is dirty and I don’t think I should like it but I fantasise about it a lot..”
I raised my eyebrows, opened the door, and indicated for her to go inside.
“Go on?” I asked when the door was shut behind us.
“I feel like a slut for asking. Not the sexy liberated kind, either. Dirty and ashamed”
“It can’t be that bad,” I replied, looking sympathetic. “No judgement here.”
“Well.. I guess it is me trying to explore that slut era I never had” she said, laughing. “I.. well.. oh fuck it, I want you to fuck my arse and dominate me. Demean me. Just.. use me.”
I gave her another look. Jackpot. The idea of getting to cum in her again made my cock twitch. I tried to keep my cool, but now I was excited.
A second later, I made my move. I pushed her against the wall again, kissing her, and kissing her neck. I pulled her head back by her hair, and whispered into her ear that she was going to be a little whore for me until I said otherwise. I told her that her purpose tonight was to give herself up to me entirely.
She said she would do exactly that, and, stuttering a little, called me “sir”.
I enjoyed that. I savoured it for a second, before I pushed her onto the bed. She told me she had lube in her handbag: I fetched it, and when I had bent her over and hitched her dress over her hips, I saw that she had a butt plug in.
“You planned this, didn’t you, woman?”
“Y-y-yes, yes s-sir.”
Wordlessly, I slapped her hard on the arse, making her gasp and leaving an angry red mark on her.
I eased her plug out, and asked her who she belonged to.
“You, s-sir” she stammered again.
“And what do you want from sir?”
She hesitated.
“I.. I want you to fuck my arse. Fuck me like you own me. Make me feel like I’m all yours.”
There was a note of genuine desperation in her voice. I rubbed lube into her, and after pulling down my trousers and underwear, on to my cock.
I placed the head of my cock against her and slowly began to push. Working my cock into her tight hole, I let out a moan. I felt her relax and contract around me. She whimpered, high pitched, and a little ambiguous.
I asked if she was OK. She said yes, and to go deep but slow for a minute. I obliged, burying my cock into her as far as it would go, sliding out of her again, and repeating, slowly, but a little faster each time.
Bent over, her hips seemed ever wider, her waist even narrower. I admired the gorgeous, filthy, kinky fucktoy in front of me. I told her that that’s what she was, and she moaned and said “yes”.
Moving faster, she lowered her face down to the bed. I took her by the wrists and pinned them behind her back, pulling her towards me in sync with the thrusting of my cock. I pushed harder now, and every thrust forced a gasp or a whimper out of her. Every inch of my cock went inside her.
I knew that soon there wouldn’t be a part of her body I hadn’t filled with my cum. It is a powerful, masculine feeling: conquering while being accepted, is how I’d put it. As I looked down at her body, heard her moans and shouts, and felt the tight clench of her pulsing round my cock, I felt like I possessed her: in that moment, she was all mine, giving herself to me enthusiastically and freely.
The feeling made me fuck her even harder.
I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm now. Maybe she could feel it too. She told me to fuck her as fast and hard as I could: I sweated with the effort, felt my cock throbbing as I forced myself deep into her, feeling my heart beating hard in my chest and hearing myself grunting with lust and exertion.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkk”
Those were her words when she felt me cum inside her. I don’t know what that feels like, but I can imagine: the hard throb, the deep thrust and tight grip, a hot splash somewhere inside.
And that was it: I’d possessed her, taken her as fully as any man could.
I held still for a long time, feeling myself inside her. If she wondered why I waited so long to pull out, she didn’t ask. She moaned one more time as the head of my cock left her.
We held each other breathlessly for a while. She seemed peaceful, although I don’t think she’d came.
She kissed my neck, with a hand resting on my chest, playing with the hair, and told me she’d never had anal sex before, ever.
“You’ve really only ever been with your husband? And he doesn’t want it?”
“Yep” she said, still content but a little resigned.
I smirked, responding: “There’s plenty more where that came from, woman”
She laughed. “I bet there is. Do you not get it at home either?” she said, teasing.
“Nope.”
“Well.. we can do that again. Maybe I’ll be your butt queen”
I laughed again, “you already are”
She looked thoughtful for a moment and told me I had a point.
We lay quietly for a while after that, feeling one another’s body heat, hearing one another’s breathing.
Time crept up on us though, and soon it was time to go. I regretted that I hadn’t done anything more for her sole pleasure, and told her so. She said she’d given me something tonight that she thought she’d never have the chance to give anyone. I was touched. I kissed her, and told her I valued it, and that I was glad.
We took the train quietly. Her head rested on my shoulder, tired. Her eyes were closed. I relaxed and rested my head against hers, and closed my eyes too.
We parted ways at the train station. This time we stole a kiss. I looked back as I headed off in the other direction, and caught her looking back as well.
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Leaving aside the stylistic stuff for a second, tonight was intense. Like, hugely. It was dirty and hot and intimate and passionate all in one. I’m not quite sure what’s going to happen here. There’s no question about us being together, so I guess it is this or nothing.
Also, she sent me a picture of her tits while I was writing this up. Caption: “Never given a titjob. Never had a pearl necklace. Pity me?”
I’m mean enough to have left her on read. I’ll reply in the morning.
I’m keen to know more about you perverts, by the way. To be old school about it: ASL?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xlh53z/mf_update_i_fucked_my_exs_sister_again_this_time
Hot.
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