1. Fidelity Ch 01


    Date: 9/24/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: timojen, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Matthew shoved me back down onto the table with a firm hand. “Stay the fuck down, I’m not finished with you.” I could see the wall, my hand on the window, and through it, the houses twenty yards up the hill. Matthew’s mug teetered on the edge of the table. My stomach and tits were pressed against dirty plates and the remaining silverware. I could feel something oily and cold against one nipple. “What are you doing?” I demanded, looking back over my shoulder. “Anything I want.” Saying that, Matthew pushed his still hard shaft into me all at once. I gasped at the sudden intrusion. Matthew isn’t small, but I was already soaking . “ Ow ,” I said. I’d hurt him, emotionally, and now Matthew hurt me right back. I considered fighting back, but if he wouldn’t make love to me, I’d take his abuse. Something cold, possibly a butter knife handle , rubbed against my clit in sharp contrast to his hot cock in my pussy, triggering a spark of orgasm in me. I let out a moan as he pulled back and thrust into me again. “Uh!” Matthew went all out. He grabbed my hips and fucked me roughly with full strokes of his long cock. I grabbed the table with my other hand and used it and the window to keep the table from tilting over. I could see my coffee mug nudging closer to the edge with every thrust. I was getting close to the edge, too. I bent one leg and pulled it up onto the table for support and then arched my back to give Matthew better access. The new angle paid off, his thrusts speared deep ...
    into my core, pushing my clit onto the cool smooth metal handle of the butter knife. We moaned together. My mug lost the battle to stay on the table. Gravity pulled it down to its doom, splashing dark liquid up the white wall. I came. “Oh, fuck me, Matthew, fuck me,” I cried. God, it was hot. A fork shifted so it poked into my left breast as Matthew picked up his violent pace. I didn’t care. I was in heaven, squirting cum onto the table and down my legs. “There goes the deposit,” I said, coming down from my high. Plates and cups were everywhere. Coffee stained the wall. The absurdity of our angry coupling hit and I laughed. “I’ve got a deposit,” said Matthew. A terrible pun, but somehow perfect, too. I giggled. Maybe we would be okay. Matthew stabbed two fingers into the pat of butter next to me shoulder then jammed them up my ass. “Oh,” I said. “Feeling full?” he asked, thrusting his cock into my pussy. I nodded. It was strangely filling and just a bit frightening. “Sad you didn’t get a chance to those shitsacks in you like this last night?” “Maybe,” I said, enraging Matthew, who pulled out of me to put his cock against my tender ass. “Oh, please be careful.” He thrust that wet cock into my buttered ass with the same fury as he’d just fucked my cunt. I gasped again, from the shock of it more than anything. I should have protested. I should have felt real pain. But instead, I reveled in Matthew’s righteous catharsis. I smiled over my shoulder at my lover’s hateful expression. ...
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