Love In The Trenches - Sex Stories

Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX Stories

Sex Stories Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fantasy, Incest, Hardcore, First Time, Dark Fantasy, Young, Group Sex, True Story, Romance, Masturbation, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Teen, Erotica, Lesbian, Mature, Bi-sexual, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Virginity, Taboo, Humiliation, Female/Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Threesome, Bondage and restriction, Gay, School, Voyeurism, Non-consensual sex, Cruelty, Love Poems, Violence, Teen Male / Female, Ass to mouth, Coercion, Wife, Male / Females, Job/Place-of-work,
Best Porn Sites

Love In The Trenches

Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Female Domination, Mind Control, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

in a nightgown. I went into the kitchen, filled a vase with water and placed the flowers on the dining room table. Then I made fresh coffee while I washed the dishes. Susan hadn’t moved when I brought her the coffee. I sat down on the bed beside her. She opened her eyes but didn’t budge. ‘What do you want?’ ‘I told you.’ ‘I forgot. Tell me again.’ ‘Let’s go out for dinner. I know a nice Italian place on the waterside.’ She sat up slowly and bleary-eyed. I handed her the cup of coffee and she sipped it. ‘OK. But only because I have nothing else to do today and you owe me.’ ‘I know.’ ‘Good. I intend to make you pay. Now go run me a bath.’ It took me an hour to get her bathed, groomed and dressed. Susan took shameless advantage of me, treating me like a servant. Soap my back, massage my feet, hand me the brush, shine my shoes. I liked doing things for her and had been doing so on my own accord, but being told to do them by her, in that haughty and bossy bar-owner attitude that she had, added extra spice to the experience which kept me sexually aroused throughout. The restaurant was almost empty when we arrived and my favourite table in the back was free. It wasn’t the best nor the most expensive restaurant in town, but it was warm and homely in the best Italian tradition and the menu was varied. I took Susan’s coat and held her chair for her. I ordered a bottle of Chianti. Susan seemed a lot more relaxed, but wasn’t talking a lot. I told her about my work and my divorce. She ... seemed very interested and asked a few questions. When the food came, she shifted the conversation to us. ‘What I like about you, Peter, is that you go out of your way to please me. And I don’t mean just the … you know. I noticed you’ve been quite a busy little maid around the house. That is something quite unique in my life.’ ‘I… Oh, that. It’s nothing, don’t even mention it. You’ve been very kind to me, it’s the least I can do.’ ‘You’re missing the point. I haven’t been kind to you. I’ve been rude and stand-offish with you, and still you come back every time. Do you know why?’ She was right. ‘No. I’ve been asking myself that same question.’ ‘I know you have. And I think you do know the answer.’ I did. I just wasn’t sure I wanted to tell her. Susan lay down her fork and looked at me intently. I forked through the food on my plate trying to gather my thoughts. It wasn’t something that ever came easy confessing. ‘I’m… I think I’m in love with you.’ Susan remained silent for a while, but didn’t take her stare off me. ‘No, that is not the reason why.’ ‘Oh? I should think that is plenty of reason. All the reason I need. And mind, it wasn’t an easy conclusion for me to come by. You’re not exactly my type.’ I immediately regretted saying that. I was a bit pissed that she hadn’t acknowledged my feelings, but I certainly didn’t want to hurt hers. ‘Oh yeah? And who do you consider is your type? Your spic and span ex-wife you keep whining about?’ ‘I-I meant nothing by it. Forget I said ...