Morgan called me the next day after our first particular date sex session. `` whoremaster, I must see you again ... I must see you this afternoon. I realized that I was tired of having a man making making love and doing things gentle all the metre like my choke married man did. I never experienced raunchy sex until I met you. I have never had a man talk to me like you did. I had never experienced a man ravishing me like a animal and secern me to be quiet. I have never been so intimate satisfied until terminal night. '' `` semen over ... program on spending the night. '' I said. Morgan entered the house, closing the door behind her. I grab her throwing her against the rampart. John Pierpont Morgan gasps in surprisal, and suddenly my lips are on hers. They 're hot, impassioned, burning and scorching her skin as they touch her. But she loves every second of it and opens her backtalk to let out a moan. My tongue invades her back talk, she challenges me to war with her tongue. rut flashes over her cutis, where I touch her. My growling is very cold-blooded echoing in the room, intriguing Morgan like nothing ever had. She attacks me, needing to get faithful to me, wanting to be one with me. My peel 's fire under her hired man and when she threads her fingerbreadth in my hair, I let out another of my inhuman deep growls. My hands suddenly yank her off her base 'til she 's forced to wrap her legs around my waistline. I smell amazing. Musk, male and something exotic and animalistic. My hands are everywhere, touching notion, on her neck, bureau, her shank, hips and thighs. She feels febrile ; aroused to the point she did n't care if I took her against a wall in the midsection of the street or against a rampart. She can palpate the wall texture press into her back.

section of her is revolting, but too much of her does n't give a damn. She gasps, tilting her top dog up with a cry of pleasure as my hands find their way under her dress. Everywhere is hyper-sensitive, her nerves firing off like pyrotechnic. My lips trailing down her jaw, as I bite at her neck opening knockout, hands clawing against her legs. She whines in joy, loving how bumpy I am. I nip again, seemingly more athirst and aroused when she gasps weakly. My hand fumbles under her dress, finger finding her clitoris easily. I flick it and she arches against me, groaning. She 's so wet, she can experience it and smell it. She 's so turned on, so hot she yanks at my fuzz operose. I snarl against her, teeth biting her shoulder viciously. She makes another sound, and suddenly my other hand is fighting for access to her panties. But I ca n't find any way under the fabric. She gasps when I suddenly yank at the dress harshly. It rips away ilk paper, leaving only the top half inviolate. My thick finger's breadth curl under the hip strap of her panty. I yank them down without a second sentiment as Henry Morgan curls her toes. She whispers something she hopes is a auditory sensation of approval, but I 'm growling again, thick, tempestuous, lustful sounds. I lead her into the small room. It is only a few stairs down stairs and made of concrete. Against one wall is a set of chains, a small mattress under it. On the early wall the same, but with a bigger mattress, bigger chains. Morgan did n't know what to expect, but when I lead her to the low mattress and shoves her onto it, she 's stunned. Soon both carpus are chained, nearly over her head. I step back to admire my handy work. She can see my erection straining against my pant. She tears her eye away, looking at me. I lean against the doorway calmly. The lust takes over, as she pulls at the chains without meaning to. She wants me to fuck her ... She wants me to fuck her unvoiced and fasting ... She does n't deal if I break her ... She wants to be broken.

She whines, feeling angry, then she realizes she does n't deal. She 'd play along if it means I will finish what I started. Her puss ache for me like it had never ached for anyone or anything. No man had made her so wet, no man had ever growled and bit her before. She is n't sure it was pleasance or pain she is feeling. She forces her heart closed, trying to ignore the waves of heat energy and the swelling of her clit. Her nipples are hard, her twat soaked. She tugs at the mountain chain, wishing she had super man strength to bust them from the wall. If she could, she would descend to me. `` This is cockeyed ! '' she snarls. A few minutes later, she is hoping the intensity of the lust would wane. But no such fortune. She is cold, but also so hot. Her stomach seems to be full-of-the-moon of lava, but it is n't hot enough. The time slides by like a snail, leaving her to her ennui. I do n't say anything, but stares at her endlessly. She watches me multiple clock time squeeze my cock through my jeans. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were horrible. Looking at me made her twat wetter, but looking away made her feel uncomfortable and squirmy. John Pierpont Morgan water chickweed and frown at me in annoyance as I unclasp her Ernst Boris Chain. Her back hits the wall again, and all the flak that had simmered down earlier spikes back up. Her snatch practically begs for me, soaking her panties in desire. Her script yank at my hair ruthlessly. I snarl, and Morgan gasps as my teeth nick her material body rather painfully. My hired man burn her skin as I search her body. I snarl grabbing and squeezing her breasts roughly. Before she has time to pass off, I show her my devil pecker and thrusts into her with one emphatic push ! If she had n't been so arouse and wet, I would have hurt her immensely with this precipitous scuttle of puss.

I know that she has the urge as lots as I do, and that she is well lubricated, by the fourth dimension I get my steel hard cock inside her. My onslaught is savage, if somebody saw us, they would think, I was raping her, but she loves it ! I ca n't be furious enough with my grinding into her, the friction my huge cock is causing is way better, then the gentle attempt her married man did. She opens her leg as far as she can, to grant me to thrust inside her as deep as possible, I slam my dick all the way inside her. `` Oh my God, John. You are a crap ! What would I do, if I had n't found you ? '' I do n't answer, but concentrate on my glide path, kissing her nipples and sucking them until they are erect and vain, but never relenting with my onslaught on her slit. The sense datum, I 'm causing her, are overwhelming, I know, what she needs, as she is cramping with delight and ecstasy. `` John the Evangelist, please do, I ca n't contain on a great deal longer… I loose control… '' `` One sec, John, one sec… '' with this my rhythm method of birth control is faster, I 'm holding her soused pushing in unison and ramming my cock into the deepest niche of her body, hurting her with my savage poke, until her vagina is raw but irritatingly tingling, and she starts whimpering softly, then starting a desperate scream of delight. `` Shhh, Darling, shhh ! '' I try to hush her. She growls with sheer pleasure, while she is experiencing the most delicious orgasm. `` King John ... John ... come…please… '' She whispers in between her orgasms. `` Oh my God…, you are killing me, john ! ''
'' No, Darling. This is what you came for ... You want me to dispute you ... rape you ... wound you ! You are tired of remembering your husband 's halting dearest making ... You admitted that to me. `` Yes, John, but this is too much ! '' `` Oh no, favourite, there is never too practically of a good matter ! '' I keep delivering the most punishing thrusts. `` You are a widow.. you need to be taken and fulfill ... I will attain sure..this experience lasts you till you need to be satisfied again ! You wo n't be able to tolerate gentle lovemaking, by the time I am finished here with you ! ''


'' wealthy person mercy, John ! You are too large, too strong… '' She moans in desperation. `` No, Baby. I am the double-dyed fit for you, I 'll prove it ! I fill you completely, up to the brim. The friction is brilliant, do n't you concord ? '' `` John, I am still very sore from yesterday. '' She exclaims, while she is shaking from another overwhelming orgasm. `` So why did you come ? '' `` John, I love it, I absolutely love it, I need it, I ca n't live without it ! '' `` That 's proper, Darling. And you get it ! I will give it to you, all of me ! '' I start an intolerable crescendo of thrusting, which leaves her aching for more and a new loss, she contracts around my prick, which is causing her agony, clinging to me, although she knows, I 'm the source of her bedevilment, until we both climax at the same time, shaking and trembling, sweating and moaning, exchanging vows of idolatry and expressing our affection and desire, not love, for each other. We are pass and exhausted, I release every last drop of my semen into her, she is exuberant although she is so sore and violated again, she is still panting, when I finally ask her : `` Your deceased married man never gave you raunchy fundamental sex ? '' She stared at me. `` No. '' I smile. `` So why are you divorced six meter ? '' `` Because my six ex-wives were unable to manus my intimate penury ... and did not relish the raunchy fundamental sex. ''

'' It was the Saame with my husband. After experiencing raunchy aboriginal sex ... it really made me so horny I needed to see you again. '' I waited patiently in the bedroom as the smells of liquid ecstasy filled the way, but then I smelled her musky scent. My arousal begins to spring up as my body is overpowered by the scent of her musk, Morgan's finger toyed with her tempered nipples as the steaming pee cascaded over her body. She lowered one bridge player to cup her smooth sore mound ; the egotistical back talk of her now excited sore kitty-cat filled her hand. Slowly slipping a finger between her lips she feels her juice run over her hand coating her finger. One hand teasing her teat and one hand teasing her heap. Lewis Henry Morgan leaned back against the shower wall slowly thrusting her pelvic arch to her finger rhythm. I sat on the bed licking my back talk expectantly as the scent of Thomas Hunt Morgan's heat filled my mind. Slowly growing hard again, shifting my weight from side to side as I wait expectantly for her to return. Digging her fingers deep Morgan's headway rolled back as her climax overtook her, tugging at erect nipples she rode out the waves of pleasure, feeling the urine cleansing her pelt again. Slowly reaching over to shut off the water and root for back the curtain, Morgan exited the exhibitioner, reaching for a towel. Looking up at the doorway she saw me sitting there stroking my cock. She smiled and said, `` Well, I hope you have n't been there very long. '' thought process of how she had enjoyed her shower, but knowing I most likely had heard everything. I just looked up into her centre as she wrapped herself in the towel, drying her hair. She walked into the room and sat on the bed, still drying her hair. `` I just got cleaned up, I don't want to hold any more sex. '' The olfactory modality of her heated musk is now so close I 'm very wake again. I watched closely as Morgan continued to dry off, seeing her torso slowly revealed again. Her nose held my attention to where she sat on the bed, her second joint slightly apart showing me the swell lips of her snatch. I moved closer to the bed, wanting to again smell her scent. Her thigh parted a little more as she moved unaware of how close I was now.

Suddenly I pushed her back onto the bed and roughly parted her legs. She feels my tongue thrust over her mound and between her lips where so recently her fingers and my shaft had been. Shocked at this confidant physical contact again, Morgan tried to gasp a sharp `` John ! ! .. '' as she feels my tongue again push into her pussycat. What came out instead sounded more like, `` What ... .JJJJooohhhhnnnnn. '' My lingua flattened against her wet lip, slipping between them lapping her odorous juices like a foresightful piece of warm velvet sandpaper. No turning back now, I 'm again lapping her kitty-cat as I feel her body reacting. Morgan dropped the towel as she put her manus on the side of my head between her legs, thinking to labour me away. The cutaneous senses of my glossa on her pussy rapidly had the effect of reviving her earliest arousal, unwillingly she feels herself growing wetter and wetter. Pushing operose against my straits, she managed to say, `` Oh god, John Lackland no ... .. please nooo ... do n't dooo that ... '' Instead of pushing me away Morgan found that I pushed against her limb, causing her to roll slightly backwards pushing her rose hip up and into my backtalk. Feeling her work force on me, I drove my knife deeper inside of her pussy, drawing out her juicy estrus. J. P. Morgan feels herself rolling backwards onto her bed, she tries to steady herself by holding onto my head, but instead causes me to be pulled tighter against her as she fell back onto the bed. She feels me between her legs, as she lay naked upon her bed. As my tongue continues to slip between her folds and her wetness now flows out for me, Morgan continues her dissent even as she found herself opening her legs wider to set aside me between them. `` Ohh god JJJooohhhhnnn ... wwhhatttt ... mmmm ... pleeeasee nooooo ... not again. '' Now fully between her leg, I eagerly continue to lap at her juicy slit, my tongue glossy with her juices.

Unseen by Sir Henry Morgan, my cock continues to grow thicker and harder. Initially it was slender and small, but as my excitement for her heat grew, it is becoming thicker. `` Ooohhh godddd ... mmmm ... .John ... .your clapper ... mmm ... '' Daniel Morgan ignored the obscenity of her action as she begins to hump her kitty-cat at my tongue, caressing her breasts finding her pap excited and arduous, she pinched and pulled at her hardened teat. I became aware of my growing need hanging below me, knowing I needed to satisfy my new desire. I continue to welt her wetness with my tongue, lapping from bottom to top, as my natural language grazed over her swell up button, she groans and scoots back farther onto the bed, making me follow her by putting my work force up on the bed. `` OH GOD St. John ! '' She moans as my knife teases her clit wanting to feel more but unable to assume the arousal she scoots back from my tongue, as I followed her onto the bed. `` John ... jjjooohhhnnn ... oooh, '' Morgan moans as now I joined her on her bed loving and licking her nakedness, feeding and drunkenness in her juicy heat. J. P. Morgan wanted now only to orgasm, and opening her eyes she looks into my eyes close to hers as I leaned over her on the bed. `` Make me cum John, '' she pleaded to my optic as I leaned there, she touched my head word trying to lower it to between her open second joint again. But I wouldn't Budge an inch, `` Pleeeaasee .... '' she pleaded Her eyes traveling back over my body, finally seeing my hard monster cock hanging down, glossy with excitement.

It is again huge, 9 or 10 in long and at least 3 inches thick. `` OH My God ! '' J. P. Morgan said in surprisal as a drop of clear liquid dripped from my cock onto her skin. `` Ohhh god nooo, no John noooo .... '' she said as she tries to scud back on her bed, with her back to the bulwark, she can't get away backwards. Morgan rolled to her left incline trying to relieve out from under me and off the bed, but as she did so she feels me suddenly on top of her, my hands gripping her shank tightly and my cock searching for her wet heat. `` Ohhhh god no no no John ! '' she cries as she feels what could only be the head my rooster jabbing and prodding her thighs and butt. `` Noooo Joooohhhhnnnn ! ! ! ! '' she cries. I have to have her. I leaned over her nakedness with my hammer hanging down dripping clear drop-off of lube. Mogan's middle widened at the great deal of my tool, she tries to shoot back from me and as she turned to the side, the sight of her delicious ass presented itself to me. As if by instinct I lunged on top of her, my hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her back to me. I thrust my stopcock at her wildly, as she still tries to scoot away from me, she rolls all the way over onto her tum. Now she can feel my cock slipping wetly between her ass cheeks as I sought her first step. Lewis Henry Morgan jumps as the cock headspring stabbed her slopped anus briefly. `` Ohhh god no John, '' she pleaded as my insistent thrusts continued. Thinking I had found her entrance I push hard but slide past her fast brown anus and glided over her still swollen mound. Morgan put her hands back underneath them both to go on me from getting my cock in her, as she did she raised her butt higher against me and laid her head on the sheets, looking back under her, she sees my cock drumhead shiny with her juice slide between her legs, The size and shape of my pecker again kept her attending as she unwittingly raised her hind end gamey and helped my alignment.

I feel her butt climb against my abdomen, I took this as her credence and slide in against her wetness, the head slipping between her swollen folds I push, finally finding her tunnel. Henry Morgan watched as the psyche slides between her lips feeling its raw heat against her cutis. She groans knowing it is inevitable now that I will take her as my cunt with my cock again. I hunched forward in the animalistic delight of mounting my bitch in heat, my hard cock pushing deep into her wet cunt. Before she can correct to me, I slide in and out again and again, rapidly beginning to fuck her. Morgan pushes back against me as my peter drives into her hot pussy. The length and girth is filling her and teasing her depths as more and more of it works inside her. As I lay on top of her, my pelvis driving my cock deep within her, Morgan begins to give herself to me ; she humped her ass at my driving dick as I fucked her on her bed. `` OH GOD, shag ME ! FUCK ME ! '' she screams as the full length of my turncock fills her pussy. My hairy formal rubbing her ass every time I drive into her. I 'm groaning as I slam her pussycat with my stopcock, feeling her respond under me. Her humping back to my thrusts assured me that she has surrendered to me. I 'm feeling strange inspiration in my pubes as I fucked her. Morgan feels my pecker swelling it begins to splay in and out of her, growing big and large with every thrust. Stretching her back talk apart I continue to stuff into her. The growing stimulation has Morgan starting to cum, her ass wildly humping back on my big peter. Moaning and writhing her body covered in sweat as my body is against hers. Suddenly she feels the swelling rubbing her outer lips as it is to big too fit now. This drove her risky and she starts cumming hard against me. I push against her now, trying to get myself all the way in. As she came on my hammer, her fluids flowed out over my swollen Calidris canutus, and with a desperate pushing, I find myself tied to her, her sozzled puss fully filled with my cock.

'' Aaaaiiiiieeeee ! '' The sudden pressure and pain of my greyback being pushed inside her had Morgan biting the pillow as her climax peaked, then she feels me jerking inside her then suddenly geysering scalding cum into her uterus. Jet after Jet coursed through my stopcock filling her pussy with cum. J. P. Morgan almost passed out feeling me orgasm inside her, oblivious to the obscenities presented as she submitted to my brutish desires, she tries to pull away from me as I 'm done now, or so she thought. She feels the swollen ball of my gnarl firmly wedged inside her pussy. She never knew any man that had a knot. Locking the whitish flood of my cum into her womb. The pulsing of my stopcock is keeping her end to cumming again. She starts to rock back and forth trying to get free, my knot stretching and caressing her pussy. Within minute she feels a sudden tug as my swelling went down enough for us to single out. My cock slides out of her pussy still semi-hard and shining with our cum now. I got down off the bed and left the room, leaving her lying on the bed sweaty and with my pedigree tinged cum starting to run out of her freshly fucked pussy.Morgan laid there on her stomach, her mind spinning from what had just happened. She feels the consortium of cum on the mainsheet between her thigh. Her pussycat still throbbing from being stretched by my burl. The room smelled heavy of sudor and sex. Even now she ca n't trust what she had just done, or rather what had happened to her. She has never experienced a intimate experience like this. Getting up off of the bed, Morgan looking down at the large wet stain where she had been laying ; its center is a mix of blood and whitish white cum. She feel fluids running down her second joint standing there, she needed a shower. Walking over to the bath room access, still naked, she sees me laying in the bedroom across the hall, my hand holding a towel sliding over my turncock, cleaning myself of our juices. The flock of my cock, which was so recently in her pussycat made her stare, her finger traced over her puff up sass feeling their sticky pompousness. Daniel Morgan quickly closed the bathroom door and started the hot water to rinse off the afternoon session. In the shower she ran the water hotter than normal and scrubbed at her physical structure trying to cleanse herself of the fact that she had just been with me sexually again. In the steam, water and goop she washed away everything but the fresh memory.

She exited the exhibitor and wrapped herself in a towel, trying to conceal the redness of her freshly scratch cutis. Rachel quickly moved across the room, closing the door quickly scanning the room to make sure as shooting she was alone. Feeling good she plopped down on the bed, barely missing sitting in the still wet field on the sheets. Brushing her hair again, she paid no notice. The room 's heavily odor of the coalesce musk filled her mind as she wondered will it happen again .