1. Mourning Sex


    Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    and moaned out a deep 'yes'. I slid a hand back down her back and then palmed her lifted pussy. She gasped at the sudden contact, and then again as I pressed two fingers in through the folds to spread the lips. "With this, she stalks a mate. The pretty flower is gone and the animal demands attention. Show her your strength to get to her desire. Show her you have what it takes." She was thrusting her hips back against my hand. I raised my voice and asked, "Are you an animal?" "We are animals!" she yelled. "Give it to me!" I yelled, "Animals!" as I turned and thrust into her. "Fuck, yeah!" she yelled as I plunged in deep. I grabbed her hips and started fucking her as hard as I could. She used the support of the wall to keep from falling as she flexed her legs and her body to meet my thrusts. "Look!", I commanded. "Animals!" She kept the rhythm as she wiped the glass to get a clear look at the mirror. "Fuck me, Animal, Fuck me!" she cried. I was really getting worked up by the fantasy, and suddenly I couldn't hold back from cumming. "Here I cum, bitch," I snarled. "Take it, take it all!" "Oh, fuck, give it to me!," she screamed. My cock erupted inside her, but I kept driving into her. "Fuck me! I feel it! Oh, fuck, me too!" Her pussy clamped down on my surging cock, and her legs trembled as she met my waning thrusts. Her eyes never left the image in the mirror. We both worked to keep my cock inside her as long as possible. I caressed her back and hips as we stood beneath the ...
    streaming water. She suddenly stiffened and gasped, "Now I get it." She quickly stood and turned me so my back was to the shower head. She then knelt before me and looked expectantly up at me as she aimed my withering cock. "Claim me," she commanded. "Mark me. Stain me. Pee on me and let the pack know I am yours and yours alone!" She stared up into my stunned face for several moments and then suddenly she blushed. Her chin dropped and she moaned, "Oh, no." Gathering my wits, I said, "Wait." I tried to pull her to her feet, but she resisted. "Look at me," I commanded. She was on the verge of tears as she looked to me. She let me pull her to her feet. "I want two things from you right now," I explained. There was fear and shame in her eyes. "First, understand that you just made me cum really hard. There is no way for a man to pee that soon after cumming that hard." The fear left her eyes, but not the shame. "Second, I want to talk about fantasies." The shame diminished, and was replaced by curiosity. "We just invented a nice little fantasy," I explained. "I turned a beautiful woman into a lustful animal, and we let the story carry us into some heated passion. I called you a name I would never use, and you took it three steps beyond that. Let's turn off the water before we turn into prunes, and while we dry off, I want you to tell me how you got there." "I don't understand why you want that," she started to say. Suddenly her knees jumped together and her legs started to tremble and ...