True Sex Stories: These Hands

You stand alone, waiting. Naked, vulnerable, wondering what is to come next. Soft breaths of anticipation.

Then, you feel me.

From behind, my hands slowly grasp your shoulders. Firm hands. Strong hands. Gentle, yet rough from years of labor. Muscular and delicate. Hands of contradiction.

Hands of a man.

These hands begin to kneed your shoulders and your body relaxes. You relax. A comfort of safety takes over as you know these hands will protect you. You give in to me…and my hands.

I pull you closer, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. You feel the heat of my breath on your neck as I slide my hands over your chest and down along the sides of your body. You are enveloped by me. My hands slide back up, fingers spread wide over your stomach, over your belly button, upwards until they cup your supple breasts. I pause. Your breath is quickening.

My hands ever so slightly brush over already erect nipples. You quiver.

Just as gentle as it began, the passion rises. You don't mind, you were waiting for it…

I bend you forward, my hands against your lower back. Pushing your upper body away while pulling your ass into me. The safety felt before is now gone. Instead an unknowingness takes over. You know what is to happen, you just don't know how it will take place.

My right hand slips around your waist and tightens. Holding you firm.

My left hand slides between your legs, up into the wetness it finds, fingers spreading you open.

I thrust my erect member deep into you.

Hard, rough, explosive. Each pounding, every jab, brings you closer to me.

My right hand now grips at your breast. This isn't the hand of earlier. This is the hand of a savage. Wild, groping, squeezing, scratching…it hurts, but you are far from complaining. The marks left will last for days.

My left hand is pressed against your pubic bone. Fingers angled downwards, resting ever so slightly over that special place of yours. The fierce movement of my fucking causes your clit to rub against my finger tips. You cry out in ecstasy.

Then, those fingers quickly move up to your lips and hook in your mouth. You can taste your own juice on me. You grunt as I pull you back into me, over and over, again and again. You leave yourself for a moment and wonder what this must look like? The two of us. Predator and prey. Lion and fawn. Man and woman.

A stinging strike across your rounded ass brings you back into your body.

One side, then the other. You feel my hands marking you. Turning you pink, then red. Rhythmic. Melodic. The sound of my flesh against yours fills your head.

And then it happens. The moment you were waiting for. Where all your anticipation was leading…

One hand gingerly, yet with purpose, grasps around your soft silken neck.

The other hand without pause or hesitation pinches your clit.

Your body freezes. You feel yourself tensing up. I can sense your rising contractions through the puffy lips wrapped around my cock. This only encourages me to push it farther.

Harder I slam into you, shoving the flesh of your cunt almost inside of itself.

Tighter the hand around your neck squeezes. You are already lightheaded, this just takes you past your breaking point.

The hand pinching your engorged clit shakes with a furor that you can no longer handle. Your body is now too much for you, too much stimulation, too much pleasure, too much pain, too much…

You cum.

You cum hard.

Your body jerks. You twitch. Every wave of your orgasm is felt throughout every nerve and every fiber of your being. You scream so loud you fear the heavens will hear. Over and over. Again and again. The rush, the sensation, the everything takes over. You have never felt this before. You die a small death.

Exhausted, your legs give out from under you. Your body falls from my grasp to rest in front of me. Panting. Covered in sweat…and your own fluid.

My cock is still hard.

You feel my hands run through each side of your head, through your hair, entwined, pulling, rough, determined, primal.

Without warning, you are heaved onto my manhood, so deep into your mouth that you feel me pulsing within the sides of your throat.

Again and again, my hands force your head over my cock. The sound of your gagging is exquisite. Your body stays limp and you give yourself over to me completely to do with as I choose. You are my willing toy. From what I did to you earlier, you will give up anything to experience that again, including loosing yourself to utter submission.

Your lips are now against the base of my cock. Pressing hard into my body from the force of those leading hands against the back of your head. Saliva mixed with cum dripping down the sides of your mouth. You are beautiful.

You know it's about to happen. You feel my body tighten. Breathing getting faster. You wait for semen to fill your throat, sticky and thick.

And then…

Those firm, strong, muscular hands push you away.

Your used body falls back against the floor as a shower of my seed rains down upon your body. You feel it hit with force, this liquid from inside me, milky white, and hot against your skin. Over your belly, dripping off your breasts, covering your face, your hair, on your lips.

You taste it with your tongue.

It's sweet.

You expected different…and you want more.

You take your light, soft, feminine fingers and run them across your body. They become wet and covered in that which you crave. You place them deep within your mouth, slowly pulling them out clean.

You swallow…

These hands own you.

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