1. The Reporter - Part 2


    Date: 8/15/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: 0Curious, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    teasing was causing his cock to twitch involuntarily, and Hope to giggle. He abandoned the slow teasing game that he had evidently lost by a landslide and hungrily tongued her slit. He pushed up urgently between her silky folds and felt her excitement wet around his lips, as one thumb massaged her arse and the other her clit. He went all out now, his muffled grunts lost in her cunt as she continued to play with him. He rubbed at her clit with increased vigour, and felt her relax into the impending release. He probed her with his tongue, penetrating her as deeply as he could, and slipped his thumb up into her tight nub. He was soon witness to her slight body trembling intimately into his face, while she gobbled up his dick in harmony, swallowing down his own primal offering. They lay together for some time, chatting in the warm glow of their recent exploits; the classically popular sexual positioning becoming unorthodox through their shift in activity. She resisted when he attempted to change things. While she playfully joked about not wanting to leave his big, hard muscle alone, he knew that really she was still not comfortable with her appearance, and so didn't insist. As he moved to get up, he noticed that she instinctively hung onto his leg, rather like a child. He paused and looked down at her face, noticing what he perceived as fear in her eyes. "Don't worry baby, I'll take care of Mike," he said simply. She reluctantly relinquished her grip ...
    and curled up on the bed, pulling the sheet up over her. He got up and dressed in silence. As he prepared to walk out, he remembered the problem with Mike and where it had all stemmed from. He quickly rifled through his pockets. "I've got a bit more Charlie here but not any cash on me. Is that alright love?" He looked up searchingly and saw her face black as thunder. He ducked out of the way, just in time to avoid the glass ashtray, that promptly shattered against the wall behind his head. She looked even angrier than she had last night, which he didn't think was possible. This time it was directed straight at him though. "Get the fuck out!" she screamed. "I never want to see you again, you.." she wiped the tears away as her voice broke up. 'I've fucked up again,' he said to himself and motioned towards her hesitantly. "Get out!!!" she cried demonically, her whole body shaking with rage, her damaged face now a picture of fury. He stepped through the door and closed it quietly behind him, pausing on the landing, where he got a questioning gaze from Jess. "What did you say? I've never seen her in a state like that." "If only I knew," he replied, shrugging his shoulders deeply, bewildered at how his stock could have such a dramatic rise and fall, in such a short space of time. He turned to walk down the stairs. "Flik, don't forget our basic." "Yeah Jess," he grunted in reply, all the carefree pleasure sucked out of his morning in a matter of minutes.
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