1. The dinner party.


    Date: 5/29/2017, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    my spine as I licked his fingers clean. He leant over me and placed his mouth next to my ear. "Finger yourself now," he ordered, his tone low and menacing, full of dark promise. It was caliginous, hungry and possessive and sent a shiver of delicious carnal pleasure down my spine. As my hand moved between my legs to replace his, I felt strong fingers slide teasingly down my anal crevice. Sudden pressure against my sphincter made me involuntarily tighten my abdominal muscles, gripping the thick bulbous shape attached to the shiny metal disc protruding from my ass. “Ooooh God, that feels fantastic,” I moaned, my voice thick with lust but instead of relaxing to ease the passage of withdrawal, I clenched my muscles tighter around the anal toy and revelled in the glorious sensation it created inside my ass. Sensing the increased resistance, my lover gave a sharp slap on the right buttock sending thousands of small electrical pleasure signals bombarding my brain, which caused my body to respond accordingly. I looked through heavy and lust induced, half closed eyelids at the reflection of two attractive people bent on getting it on and felt my body shiver with desire. “Stop messing about, Slut!” My lovers harsh instruction awakened me from my erotic daydreaming and brought me back to reality, which was knowing that despite having so much debauched fun, time wasn't on our side. After relaxing, the plug slipped easily from my opening but before I knew what was happening, the toy was ...
    being pushed against my cherry red lips. Without consciously thinking about what was happening, I opened my mouth and accepted the proffered delight. As I savoured the earthy flavours I felt my buttocks being pulled apart and my master's warm spittle trickling down my crack. Another discharge increased the pool of saliva dribbling towards my well puckered hole and then his tongue forced it’s way inside me. This was more than I could take and my knees almost buckled, especially when he began enthusiastically exploring my orifice. "God, I love your arse," he roared animatedly and orally attacked my back door again. His tongue was driving me wild with desire and together with my fingers feverishly rubbing my swollen clit with an urgency seldom felt, my feral growling had changed into breathless whimpers and moans. Then in a blur of movement, I saw my master, in the mirror, stand up behind me and spit on his hand. Then I watched, hardly daring to breath in anticipation as his arm moved in a circular motion behind me, obviously lubricating his manhood for the task ahead. And then… there it was, pressing determinedly against my sphincter, splitting it open decisively, like a pile being driven into a soft riverbed. My starfish gave only the slightest sign of resistance as the rim of his helmet pushed past the tight entrance and continued forward. I held my breath as he continued burying his wonderful prick deep inside me, his girth stretching my velvety tunnel to the fullest. On and ...
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