Kinky Callie: Five Hardcore Explicit Erotica Stories Read Free Page A

uncontrollably you grabbed her hair and pushed your beautiful cock past her little red lips and into her mouth. As her groans and moans grew louder and louder, I imagined how they would sound muffled as you pushed in. I imagined her eyes growing wide in excitement and even a little bit of fear as you kept pushing until you were forcing her to take every bit of you into her throat.
    The thought of all our rough fantasies coming to fruition made me a little cruel, I suppose, because I moved my hands furiously even though I knew she was becoming too sensitive for more stimulation. I didn’t stop. She reached down and tried to push my face away, but I didn’t stop. She was shouting now. “Oh! Oh God! It’s too much!” He voice was strained, and I stopped without withdrawing my fingers. Forgive me love, but the thought of your cock making her choke and gag was powerful, and as soon as she breathed out, “Thank you, Honey. I was getting too sensi—” I started slamming my fingers back into her. She was so overcome she was almost crying, but I saw her whole body arch as another orgasm overcame her.
    This time, she was able to stop me. She sat up and put both hands on my shoulders to push me away. She looked at me with a strange combination of lust, anger, gratitude, and malice. A cruel smile formed on her face and she said, “You shouldn’t have told me where you kept your toys.”
    She pulled open the nightstand drawer and pulled out my long pink vibrator. Then, she noticed the large red dildo I still hadn’t had the courage to use, and she took that instead. All gentleness was gone from her eyes, and I guessed I deserved it. When I’d left her to get the massage oil, I’d slipped out of my housedress, but I still wore my little sheer camisole and my panties. She made short work of both. She dropped the toys onto the bed and roughly turned me around so I faced away from her on my hands and knees. She yanked my panties down and then ripped one of the straps on my camisole as I fell to the bed and she pulled it off. She flipped me over, and there was fire in her eyes as she climbed on top of me and pressed her mouth to mine.
    These weren’t the exploratory and passionate kisses from earlier. Instead, she forced her tongue inside of me with vengeance and power. I felt her hand between my legs, but she didn’t stay there. She brushed against my pussy for a brief moment before she broke the kiss and sat up. I felt her spread my legs and then lift my legs up, pushing them back until my knees were against my breasts. “Hold them up,” she ordered viciously.
    I obeyed, feeling my heartbeat start to go crazy as I held under my knees and pulled them against my chest. “Don’t you dare let go,” she said, and then I felt her tongue snake inside of me. The feeling was wonderful, and I cried out with the sensations. She moved upward and focused on my clit. I felt one of her fingers entering my pussy and then another. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes and said, “Don’t let go.” The, she began moving her fingers in and out me quickly and forcefully. My eyes grew wide and I stared at her. She never took her eyes off my face.
    I saw her reach for the oil with her free hand and she poured it over my pussy and her fingers. It kept streaming from the bottle over me, sliding down to my ass and dripping onto the sheets. She pushed a third finger into me, and my pussy felt so incredibly stretched. I groaned as she moved her fingers, and then her smile grew cruel again. I smiled inwardly because I was certainly enjoying her attentions, and any attempt she was making to get back at me for the forced second orgasm resulted only in pleasure for me.
    Then my eyes grew wide in horror as I felt the dildo—the one I’d not yet mustered up enough courage to try in my pussy—right up against the tiny untouched opening of my asshole. I know how much you want to try anal sex with me, my love, and I appreciate more than you know