It had been a long day and for once you want to lay down and get railed. Your sweet boy above you was only too eager to please…but he was already drawing near his peak </3
“You can’t” you groan “Go faster, don’t make me mad”
“I-I can’t…I’m close”
“You’re disappointing.” Your feet circle him while one of your hands slip in between your bodies and pushes him out of you laying his wet cock just atop your mound. “I need a strong cock…maybe even a bigger one then? Is that it?”
“No…” his voice breaks in a whine as he thrusted his hips to get inside you again, missing your weeping hole. Giggling at his struggle your reach to slip him inside again. “Go faster…baby…I know you can do it” your thumb wipes some tears from his face and it follows the path down is mouth.
Pushing faster, as fast as he can overstimulated as he is, mouth wrapped around your finger. Your words fuel him to do better. He wants to be your best boy, he really wants to be someone’s first and only choice so desperately. He’ll show you! He furrows his brow and fucks into your faster, harsher even making his sensitive cock pulse as his cockhead bumps on your cervix.
“Ah-ah…f-aah” his breaths are ragged. He’s close once again.
You can feel his legs shake as his orgasm approaches him and he’s forced to slow down to not burst inside your right there and then. It makes your even wetter. The need to cum yourself is frustrating when he provides little to no friction.
“Fuck, baby, give it to me” you foot gently tap his bum.
He starts to move skin smacking on yours when you arch your back to met his thrust. Pussy clasping around him tightly, “a-ah, can I- can I cum?”
You nod and he moves forward sucking deeper and slamming harder, head hid in the crock of your neck while your arms hug around his upper body and your legs spread and close on his lower body. He cums whimpering and whinging, face full of sweat and tears has his hair stick on his forehead and his eyes glossy, drift away in the comfortable tranquillity of post-orgasm.
🍓You can ask for small scenarios I'll try to keep up!🦴
I’m sorry for anyone who read this, I cannot keep the monster inside me contained. 😥
The room smells of mothballs, whisky, and cigarettes. It’s not the worst thing you've ever smelled, but honestly, it dulls the romance in the atmosphere, romance that was already questionable, dry, and devoid of any life.
Speaking of which. You think as the door whips open with a creak, he here is. You can smell and hear him before you see him coming; labored breaths and a musty stench that mingles with the odd aroma already in the air. It makes the small office feel more danker than usual.
“Vito.” You turn around, greeting him with the brightest smile you can muster. He smiles back as he approaches your seat, flashing his yellowish teeth. It takes a while for him to approach you. When he does, you stand up intending to to help him to his seat but he swats your hands away gently, but not before kissing them. You wince.
Always the gentlemen.
“You look beautiful,” He says as he settles on the other side of the desk. His old eyes rake over your form that is encased in a tight black dress. He licks his lips, dribbling a bit.
Gross.
“Thank you.” You say out of obligation. Your stomach rolls in disgust.
Why is it always the old ones?
You make small talk with him for a couple of minutes. You listen to him drone on and on about the grandchildren from his thuggish children. He even holds up a photo of his youngest, Michael, with his child. Now Michael seemed like an interesting man; a rich, attractive, interesting man.
“How lovely,” You say sweetly. Inside You’re screaming.
Hurry up, old man.
It takes a while but the Vito finally finishes his yap fest and beckons you over. You stand up instantly and make your way towards him. You sink to your knees in front of him. You unbutton his pants with swift hands and yank down the boxers beneath. You are mildly disappointed to find a half erected cock, it makes work so much harder, but you’ve dealt with worse.
You begin by jerking him off slowly, carefully; wouldn’t want his heart to give in so easily. Vito is soon grunting, and his breaths become even more labored.
“My dear, please.” Vito coughs.
You roll your eyes, looking down at his hardened cock. Your displeasure and disgust increase tenfold as a wave of what smells like goat's cheese hits you, it is permeating near his withered-up groin, congregating near his wrinkly balls. The waft hits you in the face. It almost makes you gag. You push down the feeling as your head is simultaneously being pushed towards the tip of his cock.
Oh, Well. Bottoms up.
You swallow his cock completely. The taste of sweat and dried urine floods your mouth.
It doesn’t take too long for Vito to finish, that’s the beauty of sucking off old guys; their stamina is bust. Vito pulls you off before he can finish, and his cum promptly splatters on my face, unpleasant but it’s better than swallowing a load of stringy-cheese sperm. Vito attempts to wipe it off my face but you pull away and wipe it off yourself.
You allow him to help you up from the floor. He’s musing about how beautiful you are now. It is fueled by the afterglow of his climax and now he won’t shut up about spending a weekend with you in a resort or somewhere tropical. You play along as you open your purse. He places generous wads of cash into your purse. It is the only real joy you derive from this tryst.
You close the purse with a slam and make an excuse. You practically rush to the door. The taste of sweat and urine lingers in your mouth but at least you’re six thousand dollars richer.
I love to ruin people’s days with my stories. Hehe, hope you enjoyed.
Imagine being woken up at 4 am by a shift in your bed. A fairly familiar voice whispers to you as you're on the edge of sleep, causing you to groan with mild annoyance. While mostly wholesome, a few lewd comments slipped from your partner's mouth as he asked to cuddle.
“You woke me up at 4 a.m. to ask to cuddle?”
Billy only nods and happily latches onto you when you give him the okay.
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