1. Mixed Couples


    Date: 6/21/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Rotsen, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    herself, she sometimes triumphantly flooded my face. We succeeded only a few times but I loved it and so did she. I drank as much as I could as it splashed onto my face. Each time I rewarded her with the hardest fucking I could give her. Julie began demanding rougher and rougher sex. Hair pulling and spanking were not enough. One of her favorites was being fucked hard while I pressed her standing body against the wall. I repeatedly squeezed her tits, held her by her neck or hair and reached around to finger her pussy until she came. The more violent I was the more she liked it. Sometimes she would really go off and completely drench the wall with her legs shaking until she collapsed. Brutality was not normal for me. More and more I had to role play to fulfill Julie's desires. Talking dirty was a big part of our relationship. Often she antagonized me and challenged my manhood to rile me into using my cock as a weapon. She'd tell me I wasn't enough for her. "Big tough guy," she would say, "you can't even fuck me like a real man." I knew she was just playing but she still got me all pumped up. I'd call her a dirty whore. "Yes, I'm your cum sucking slut," she would say, "Use me." I would build narratives about the ways I was going to use her. Growling about how I was going to share the her with other men and watch them gag her with their cocks as I fucked her, "or just sit back and watch them gang-bang you," it would excite her and often bring on another leg throttling ...
    orgasm. The role playing distanced me. The more objective I became the easier it was to inflict the pain Julie demanded. Her skin bruised easily from my hands gripping her as I pummeled her with my cock. I often worried if Doug would see the reddened, bruised skin of her bottom from my spanking and slapping, but I admit, I became as addicted to the raw savagery of it as she was. For Julie, a great night of sex was when her exhausted body reached the point of collapse. She called it "rag dolling" because all control was ceded to me. She said being fucked then was as euphoric as taking I.V. Valium. Most often I was as "rag-dolled" as her, completely satisfied and relaxed. Doug and Kayla occasionally found us fast asleep, draped over each other on the bed, covered in dried cum, towels still wedged between the headboard and wall. Once, they came in on us when Julie was rag-dolled but I was still hard. She had hung her head off the edge of the bed and was taking all of my cock deep in her throat. Her body was so exhausted she could barely even grip the disheveled bed covers. The exquisite feel of her throat, her euphoric moaning and the sight of my thrusts surging in waves through the flesh of her amazing tits, had just brought me past the point of no return when Doug and Kayla suddenly opened the bedroom door to look in on us. Julie was too exhausted to even respond. They stood there watching as I quivered and drove my load deep into her throat. I often wished Doug never would have ...
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