1. Run! Dammit! Run!


    Date: 4/15/2017, Categories: Fantastic, Erotica, Humiliation, Mature, Oral Sex, Author: asscheeks, Rating: 87.9, Source: sexstories.com

    point, did not care. Finally, she felt Ryan tighten up. He grunted and moaned and she could feel his cock pulse inside her pussy. She turned her head back just enough to see Ryan’s face contort into a grimace and she knew he had started to cum. “I’m cumming!” Ryan could barely utter a guttural groan. He then collapsed on the bed next to Stella. Ryan lay on his back, sweaty all over, as his cock covered in Stella’s juices slowly became flaccid. Stella next to him, lay on her stomach feeling too spent to turn over right away. Her pussy leaked Ryan’s cum and her own juices onto the already damp bedsheets. After a few minutes, Stella rolled over onto her back and placed her forearm across her forehead and breathed deeply. “How about I get us a drink and then we can have another round.” “Okay.” Ryan sighed heavily. “Why not?” “Would you like a beer or bourbon?” “Hell, I’ll take both.” (I really need to be drunk!) Stella laughed and crawled out of the bed. Ryan watched her shiny wet naked body as she disappeared through the doorway. Soon she returned carrying two cold beers in bottles in one hand and a tall glass of bourbon on ice in the other. “Here ya go.” Ryan sat up on the edge of the bed and took the glass of bourbon in one hand and the beer in the other. He turned up the bourbon and gulped half of it down. He felt it burn as it slid down his throat. “Take it easy there, stud.” “I’m good.” Then he downed the rest of the bourbon before turning up the beer. (I hope she doesn’t ...
    hurt me.) Within minutes Stella and Ryan were deep into another round of sex. The last thing Ryan remembered that night was seeing his cock balls deep in Stella’s mouth one more time. The next thing he remembered was the rooster crowing. ****** 9:00 am Saturday morning. Ryan unlocked the door to his apartment and trudged in. (Thank God I made it back alive. I’m never going through this again just for some pussy.) He pulled his tattered shirt off and dropped it to the floor, kicked his shoes off and walked into his bedroom. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he pulled his jeans off. Ryan realized that his underwear must still be at Stella’s house. He made his way into the bathroom where he got his first horrifying look at his ravaged body. His neck and chest was scratched and covered in purple suck marks. Twisting his back to the mirror, he saw the scabs already forming on his scratched back. But the sight that scared him the most was his cock; sucked purple and black. (I wonder if I should go to the health clinic to have my penis examined?) “Lord, thank you for letting me escape alive,” he prayed aloud. “No more wild women for me, God.” Ryan pulled back the shower curtain and turned the faucet on. He waited for the water to get hot when he heard his cell phone ring. Ryan ran into his bedroom and pulled his phone from his jeans pocket. “Hello.” “Ryan!” He heard Stella’s voice. “Did you get home safe?” “Yeah.” (But the side of my car is riddled with shotgun pellets.) “Do you wanna ...
«12...11121314»