1. Fantasy and Reality


    Date: 8/2/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: mike8253, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    Sweat dripped from my nose and chin onto my stomach, legs and the bed. ………………………. It was like I woke from a dream. Did I just do that? “More. I want more. More.” Sandra moaned over and over, as I struggled with the knots on the restraint, undid the ropes on her wrists and freed her hands and arms. She lay in front of me, partly curled up, exhausted, sweaty, messy, covered with gobs and lines of cum, her eyes closed, still breathing heavily, and moaning. “I want more. Please, more. I want more.” In a strange way, seeing her covered with cum, all messy and still needy and wanting was very erotic and sensual. “More cum. I want more cum.” She moaned, as she rolled onto her back and weakly reached for my limp cock and tried to tug it. I leaned forward, held my wilted shaft over her face, and spread every last drop of my seed on her chin and cheeks. “More. Please. I want more.” She begged as she stuck out her tongue like a baby bird seeking a meal. I threw the rope remnants on the floor, and pulled the soaked bed covers down, exposing the clean, cool sheets. I moved Sandra onto the sheets and placed her wet head on a pillow. Using the towel, I wiped cum off her face, neck, breasts and hair, and tried, best as I could, to dry her hair. Stepping out of bed on shaky, weak legs, I shut out the lights and crawled back into bed. I held Sandra close as she continued to shudder and quiver, and moan softly. We lay in the dark for several minutes. I remember that I was also shaking and ...
    that I was scared. Sleep was fitful. I tossed and turned, waking and falling back to sleep; Sandra did the same, talking in her sleep, although what she was saying was not clear. ………………………. The morning was awkward. I woke first, brushed my teeth and took a shower. Much of my body was sore. What would I say to Sandra? How would I explain what had happened? Sandra came into the bathroom while I was in the shower. Nothing was said, other than a usual morning “Hi”. She showered as I put my pants on and lay back on the bed. Sandra came back to bed wearing only her bathrobe. The good news was that she cuddled up next to me, and I was able to hold her close. “That was intense last night,” she said. “I’m sore all over.” It was not said in anger, or even with any misgiving. It was said as a matter of fact, as though her being sore was anticipated, expected, interesting. Sandra’s voice gave no indication that what we had done, what I had done, was anything more than a hand job or a clitoral tongue-lashing. She showed me her wrists which were red and raw from pulling on her restraints, and exposed her nipples which were both puffy and bruised. Still, even those physical marks seemed to her to be more badges of distinction than anything bad, deviant. “I’m sorry.” I said, but my apology hardly seemed to be enough. “No. I started it,” she said. “I’m sorry for what I said. I know that I pissed you off and I shouldn’t have said it.” “I went too far. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”I whispered. Sandra ...
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