Dangerous Sex

"He was torturing me. My insides churned, my nipples were rock hard and my pussy had been transformed into a deep, wet, fragrant pool into which I wanted him to plunge, forcefully and immediately. My brain was swimming with uncertainty. How could I possibly know which card to pick? Each thing he did to me was enormously erotic but it was the clit stroking that had gripped me, twisted me and forced me into pre-orgasmic fits."

"His hands dug into my jeans, squirmed under my panties, and found my hot wet flesh. One finger invaded me, two fingers and I arched up to let him go deeper. Hoping against hope he would add a third. Instead, he pulled his hand free and grappled with my button. I shimmied my hips to help him get my jeans and panties down."

"You spooned me and whispered obscenities into my ear. You used bad words. You said things about yourself that every despondent little husband the world over waits secretly for some bimbo to whisper. You pressed your nipples into the skin of my shoulders. You were taunting me. When I was hard again, when I couldn't take it any more, I flipped you onto your back and pinned you, holding your hips with my hands. You laughed at me and told me to fuck you harder, fuck you good or I wouldn't get any tomorrow. I laughed back and called your bluff. You moaned, you mewled, you stared stricken into my grey eyes as you came."

"He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and flicked his tongue against my now aching clitoris. Gently, at first, then with increasing pressure and speed. Every so often, he would let his tongue slip deep into my throbbing hole. It wasn’t long before I was bucking against his face, and begging him to fuck me."

"Pressure on the bed changed, she opened her eyes, and Todd was kneeling between her legs. She lifted her pelvis and groaned as his cock filled her. At first, he felt too big. Once she relaxed, however, he felt just right as he slowly stroked her. She had never been so full, so stimulated, so ready to be ravaged. Her unknown, unconscious wants and needs were being satisfied as he plunged into her faster and harder."

"During a lull I heard the unzipping of his trousers and taking my hand he placed it on his exposed cock, pressing my palm and fingers around it. I kept still at first, just squeezing. Oh, it felt so hard, and hot and powerful. In the dim light it took on a creamy sheen, a solid rod protruding upright from his lap. As I very slowly moved my hand up its length he groaned, a clenched teeth groan—it would not take much for him to come either."

“Oh, you’ll win it, Jack,” Brezida cried, hurling herself at his cock. Her pussy devoured it all the way to the root, until he was swimming in her juices. She was so wet her nectar streamed through his pubic hair, soaking his balls. “Doesn’t it turn you on, Jack Bannerman? Doesn’t it get you hot, knowing this whole town thinks you’re Mr Morality? And here you are every night, getting fucked by a slut from the restaurant.”

"I’m pressed up against his body and he is hard, his hips grinding his erection against the cleft of my ass through my skirt with no pretense. He’s the boss and he can bend me over and fuck me right here if he wants."

"She cries out as his cock rends her open. She tells herself it’s her husband’s hard-on stabbing her even though it’s impossible for her to be sure she recognizes the feel of his length and girth as the rubber impersonally separates her most intimate flesh from his. The pleasure she experiences is shocking, unforgivable and undeniable."

"I am on the bed, hands tied to the headboard, belly down, ass up. He tells me to spread my legs wider and I do, burning my knees on the rumpled sheet. There is silence, the heat of his eyes on me, then suddenly the flashes, lightning without thunder, turning night to day."