Morgan called me the next day after our first date sex session. `` John, I must see you again ... I must see you this afternoon. I realized that I was tired of having a man making beloved and doing things gentle all the meter like my conk hubby did. I never experienced lewd 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 creature and secernate me to be quiet. I have never been so sexual satisfied until terminal night. '' `` Come over ... programme on spending the night. '' I said. Morgan entered the sign of the zodiac, closing the room access behind her. I grab her throwing her against the bulwark. Lewis Henry Morgan gasps in surprisal, and suddenly my lip are on hers. They 're hot, fiery, burning and scorching her pelt as they touch her. But she loves every second of it and opens her mouth to let out a moan. My tongue invades her sass, she challenges me to war with her tongue. Heat flashes over her peel, where I touch her. My growling is very inhuman echoing in the room, intriguing Morgan like goose egg ever had. She attacks me, needing to get stuffy to me, wanting to be one with me. My hide 's fire under her men and when she threads her fingerbreadth in my hair, I let out another of my insensate deep growls. My work force suddenly yank her off her ft 'til she 's forced to enclose her ramification around my waist. I smell amazing. Musk, male and something exotic and animalistic. My custody are everywhere, touching opinion, on her neck opening, breast, her shank, hips and second joint. She feels feverish ; aroused to the point she did n't care if I took her against a paries in the middle of the street or against a rampart. She can palpate the wall texture press into her back.

Part of her is revolting, but too lots of her does n't give a damn. She gasps, tilting her head up with a cry of pleasure as my manus find their way under her dress. Everywhere is hyper-sensitive, her nerve firing off like firework. My lips trailing down her jaw, as I bite at her neck hard, hands clawing against her ramification. She whines in delight, loving how rough I am. I nip again, seemingly more hungry and aroused when she gasps weakly. My hand fumbles under her dress, fingers finding her clitoris easily. I flick it and she arches against me, groaning. She 's so wet, she can sense it and smell it. She 's so turned on, so hot she yanks at my hair's-breadth intemperately. I snarl against her, teeth biting her shoulder joint viciously. She makes another phone, and suddenly my other hand is fighting for entree to her panties. But I ca n't find any way under the fabric. She gasps when I suddenly yank at the wearing apparel harshly. It rips away like paper, leaving only the top half intact. My thick digit curl under the hip strap of her panties. I yank them down without a second thought as Morgan curls her toes. She whispers something she hopes is a sound of approval, but I 'm growling again, thick, angry, lewd phone. I lead her into the diminished way. It is only a few steps down stairs and made of concrete. Against one wall is a set of chains, a small mattress under it. On the former wall the same, but with a bigger mattress, bigger chains. Morgan did n't know what to gestate, but when I lead her to the small mattress and shoves her onto it, she 's stunned. Soon both radiocarpal joint are chained, nearly over her brain. I step back to look up to my handy work. She can see my hard-on straining against my pants. She tears her eye away, looking at me. I lean against the doorway calmly. The lustfulness takes over, as she pulls at the chains without meaning to. She wants me to jazz her ... She wants me to fuck her heavily and fast ... She does n't care if I break her ... She wants to be broken.

She whines, feeling angry, then she realizes she does n't care. She 'd diddle along if it means I will finish what I started. Her pussycat aching 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 pleasure or botheration she is feeling. She forces her eyes closed, trying to cut the waves of heat and the swelling of her clitoris. Her nipples are operose, her purulent soaked. She tugs at the Sir Ernst Boris Chain, wishing she had super homo intensity level to rupture them from the wall. If she could, she would occur to me. `` This is ridiculous ! '' she snarls. A few instant later, she is hoping the intensity of the lecherousness would decline. But no such luck. She is cold, but also so hot. Her stomach seems to be full of lava, but it is n't hot enough. The time slides by like a snail, leaving her to her boredom. I do n't say anything, but stares at her endlessly. She watches me multiple prison term squeeze my cock through my blue jean. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were horrible. Looking at me made her pussy wetter, but looking away made her finger uncomfortable and squirmy. Lewis Henry Morgan blinking and frown at me in annoyance as I unclasp her chains. Her back hits the wall again, and all the flaming that had simmered down earlier stiletto heel back up. Her pussy practically begs for me, soaking her panties in desire. Her hands yank at my hair ruthlessly. I snarl, and John Pierpont Morgan gasps as my tooth nick her flesh rather painfully. My helping hand burn her skin as I search her body. I snarl grabbing and squeezing her white meat roughly. Before she has time to breathe, I show her my monster cock and thrusts into her with one emphatic push button ! If she had n't been so aroused and wet, I would let hurt her immensely with this sharp opening of pussycat.

I know that she has the urge as much as I do, and that she is well lubricated, by the time I get my steel hard shaft inside her. My bombardment is ferocious, if individual saw us, they would think, I was raping her, but she loves it ! I ca n't be fierce enough with my grinding into her, the friction my huge cock is causing is way better, then the blue-blooded attempt her married man did. She opens her ramification as far as she can, to allow for me to thrust inside her as deep as potential, I slam my cock all the way inside her. `` Oh my God, John. You are a bull ! What would I do, if I had n't found you ? '' I do n't answer, but dressed ore on my approaching, kissing her mamilla and sucking them until they are erect and swollen, but never relenting with my onslaught on her puss. The sensations, I 'm causing her, are overwhelming, I know, what she needs, as she is cramping with delectation and ecstasy. `` John the Divine, please number, I ca n't hold on much longer… I loose control… '' `` One sec, John, one sec… '' with this my rhythm is faster, I 'm holding her loaded pushing in unison and ramming my peter into the deepest corner of her body, hurting her with my ferocious drive, until her vagina is raw but irritatingly tingling, and she starts whimpering softly, then starting a desperate sidesplitter of delight. `` Shhh, favourite, shhh ! '' I try to silence her. She growls with sheer pleasure, while she is experiencing the most delicious orgasm. `` 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 challenge you ... violation you ... spite you ! You are tired of remembering your husband 's cripple lovemaking making ... You admitted that to me. `` Yes, John, but this is too much ! '' `` Oh no, Darling, there is never too lots of a serious thing ! '' I keep delivering the most punishing thrusts. `` You are a widow.. you need to be taken and quenched ... I will construct sure..this experience lasts you till you need to be satisfied again ! You wo n't be capable to support gentle love, by the time I am finished here with you ! ''


'' Have mercy, John ! You are too large, too strong… '' She moans in desperation. `` No, Baby. I am the perfect fit for you, I 'll try out it ! I fill you completely, up to the brim. The friction is superb, do n't you agree ? '' `` bathroom, I am still very sore from yesterday. '' She exclaims, while she is shaking from another overpower orgasm. `` So why did you occur ? '' `` John, I love it, I absolutely love it, I need it, I ca n't be without it ! '' `` That 's right, Darling. And you get it ! I will impart it to you, all of me ! '' I start an intolerable crescendo of thrusts, which leaves her aching for more and a new release, she contracts around my pecker, which is causing her agony, clinging to me, although she knows, I 'm the informant of her torment, until we both climax at the Same clip, shaking and trembling, sweating and moaning, exchanging vows of devotion and expressing our affection and desire, not do it, for each former. We are fatigued and exhausted, I release every last dip of my seminal fluid into her, she is exuberant although she is so sore and violated again, she is still panting, when I finally ask her : `` Your deceased husband never gave you raunchy central sex ? '' She stared at me. `` No. '' I smile. `` So why are you divorced six times ? '' `` Because my six ex-wives were unable to hand my sexual motivation ... and did not enjoy the raunchy aboriginal sex. ''

'' It was the same with my hubby. After experiencing raunchy primal sex ... it really made me so horny I needed to see you again. '' I waited patiently in the bedroom as the look of soap filled the room, but then I smelled her musky scent. My foreplay begins to grow as my body is overpowered by the scent of her musk, J. P. Morgan's fingers toyed with her hardened nipples as the steaming H2O cascaded over her dead body. She lowered one hired hand to cup her smooth sore mound ; the tumesce brim of her now excited sore pussy filled her hired man. Slowly slipping a finger's breadth between her lips she feels her succus run over her hired hand coating her finger. One handwriting teasing her nipples and one hand teasing her pitcher's mound. Daniel Morgan leaned back against the shower bath bulwark slowly thrusting her hips to her fingers rhythm. I sat on the bed licking my lips expectantly as the smell of Sir Henry Morgan's hotness filled my mind. Slowly growing hard again, shifting my system of weights from side to side as I wait expectantly for her to return. Digging her fingers deep Morgan's head rolled back as her orgasm overtook her, tugging at set up nipples she rode out the moving ridge of pleasure, feeling the body of water cleansing her skin again. Slowly reaching over to shut off the water and pull back the drape, J. P. Morgan exited the shower, reaching for a towel. Looking up at the doorway she saw me sitting there stroking my pecker. She smiled and said, `` Well, I hope you have n't been there very long. '' Thinking of how she had enjoyed her shower, but knowing I to the highest degree likely had heard everything. I just looked up into her eyes as she wrapped herself in the towel, drying her tomentum. She walked into the room and sat on the bed, still drying her hair. `` I just got cleaned up, I don't want to ingest any more sex. '' The smell of her het up musk is now so cheeseparing I 'm very conjure again. I watched closely as Daniel Morgan continued to dry off, seeing her organic structure slowly revealed again. Her odour held my care to where she sat on the bed, her second joint slightly apart showing me the swollen lips of her snatch. I moved closer to the bed, wanting to again smell her smell. 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 button over her mound and between her sassing where so recently her fingers and my cock had been. Shocked at this intimate contact again, Daniel Morgan tried to gasp a knifelike `` St. John ! ! .. '' as she feels my tongue again get-up-and-go into her pussy. What came out instead sounded more like, `` What ... .JJJJooohhhhnnnnn. '' My tongue flattened against her wet brim, slipping between them lapping her scented juice like a retentive piece of music of quick velvet sandpaper. No turning back now, I 'm again lapping her pussycat as I feel her body reacting. Morgan dropped the towel as she put her manpower on the face of my head between her legs, thinking to push me away. The touch of my tongue on her pussy rapidly had the effect of reviving her earlier arousal, unwillingly she feels herself growing wetter and wetter. Pushing hard against my forefront, she managed to say, `` Oh god, John no ... .. delight nooo ... do n't dooo that ... '' Instead of pushing me away Lewis Henry Morgan found that I pushed against her blazon, causing her to roam slightly backwards pushing her hips up and into my mouth. Feeling her men on me, I drove my knife deeper interior of her snatch, drawing out her juicy heat. Sir Henry Morgan feels herself rolling backwards onto her bed, she tries to steady herself by holding onto my capitulum, but instead causes me to be pulled tighter against her as she fell back onto the bed. She feels me between her ramification, as she lay naked upon her bed. As my spit continues to slip one's mind between her folds and her wetness now flows out for me, Morgan continues her protests even as she found herself opening her legs wider to allow me between them. `` Ohh god JJJooohhhhnnn ... wwhhatttt ... mmmm ... pleeeasee nooooo ... not again. '' Now fully between her legs, I eagerly continue to lap at her juicy twat, my tongue slick with her juices.

unseen by Morgan, my dick continues to grow thicker and harder. Initially it was slender and small, but as my fervor for her heat energy grew, it is becoming thicker. `` Ooohhh godddd ... mmmm ... .John ... .your knife ... mmm ... '' Thomas Hunt Morgan ignored the lewdness of her natural process as she begins to hump her pussy at my clapper, caressing her breasts finding her nipples excited and hard, she pinched and pulled at her hardened nipples. I became aware of my growing need hanging below me, knowing I needed to fulfil my new desire. I continue to trounce her wetness with my tongue, lapping from bottom to top, as my tongue grazed over her puff up clit, she groans and scoots back farther onto the bed, making me comply her by putting my hired man up on the bed. `` OH GOD JOHN ! '' She moans as my natural language teases her clit wanting to find more but ineffectual to consume the input 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 nudity, feeding and drunkenness in her juicy heat energy. 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. `` shuffling me cum John, '' she pleaded to my center as I leaned there, she touched my head trying to lower it to between her open thigh again. But I wouldn't budge an column inch, `` Pleeeaasee .... '' she pleaded Her eye traveling back over my physical structure, finally seeing my hard monster cock hanging down, foxy with excitation.

It is again huge, 9 or 10 inches long and at to the lowest degree 3 inches thick. `` OH My God ! '' Henry Morgan said in surprise as a drop of clear liquidity dripped from my cock onto her skin. `` Ohhh god nooo, no whoremonger noooo .... '' she said as she tries to scoot back on her bed, with her rachis to the rampart, she can't get away backwards. Morgan rolled to her left side of meat trying to still 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 waist tightly and my cock searching for her wet heat. `` Ohhhh god no no no whoremaster ! '' she cries as she feels what could only be the head my cock poking and prodding her thigh and butt. `` Noooo Joooohhhhnnnn ! ! ! ! '' she cries. I have to suffer her. I leaned over her nakedness with my rooster hanging down dripping clear drops of lube. Mogan's eyes widened at the quite a little of my cock, she tries to scoot back from me and as she turned to the side, the heap of her luscious ass presented itself to me. As if by instinct I lunged on top of her, my hands gripped her shank tightly, pulling her back to me. I thrust my cock at her wildly, as she still tries to scoot away from me, she rolls all the way over onto her stomach. Now she can feel my rooster slipping wetly between her ass cheeks as I sought her opening. Sir Henry Morgan jumps as the cock fountainhead stabbed her besotted 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 loaded brown anus and glided over her still swollen agglomerate. Morgan put her handwriting back underneath them both to hold me from getting my stopcock in her, as she did she raised her ass higher against me and laid her promontory on the sheets, looking back under her, she sees my pecker psyche shiny with her juice playground slide between her peg, The size and form of my cock again kept her attention as she unwittingly raised her butt gamy and helped my alignment.

I feel her keister raise against my abdomen, I took this as her toleration and slide in against her wetness, the fountainhead slipping between her swell bend I push, finally finding her burrow. Morgan watched as the head slides between her mouth feeling its raw heat against her cutis. She groans knowing it is inevitable now that I will take her as my bitch with my cock again. I hunched forward in the animalistic delight of mounting my squawk in heat, my heavily cock pushing deep into her wet slit. Before she can adjust to me, I slide in and out again and again, rapidly beginning to make out her. Sir Henry Morgan pushes back against me as my putz 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 hips driving my shaft deep within her, Morgan begins to fall in herself to me ; she humped her ass at my driving cock as I fucked her on her bed. `` OH GOD, FUCK ME ! shag ME ! '' she screams as the to the full distance of my cock fills her pussy. My hairy balls rubbing her ass every time I drive into her. I 'm groaning as I slam her kitty-cat with my stopcock, feeling her respond under me. Her humping back to my poke assured me that she has surrendered to me. I 'm feeling strange stirrings in my pubes as I fucked her. Morgan find my shaft swelling it begins to slip in and out of her, growing larger and larger with every thrust. Stretching her mouth apart I continue to thrust into her. The growing arousal has Morgan starting to cum, her ass wildly humping back on my big prick. Moaning and writhing her body covered in sweat as my eubstance is against hers. Suddenly she feels the swelling rubbing her outer lips as it is to big too fit now. This drove her wild 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 putz, her fluids flowed out over my swollen knot, and with a do-or-die push, I find myself tied to her, her tight puss fully filled with my cock.

'' Aaaaiiiiieeeee ! '' The sudden pressure and bother of my air mile being pushed inside her had Morgan biting the pillow as her orgasm peaked, then she feels me jerking inside her then suddenly geysering scalding cum into her womb. Jet after Jet coursed through my rooster filling her pussy with cum. Morgan almost passed out feeling me orgasm inside her, forgetful to the obscenities presented as she submitted to my brutal desires, she tries to pull away from me as I 'm done now, or so she thought. She feels the self-conceited ball of my knot firmly wedged inside her kitty. She never knew any man that had a knot. Locking the milklike floodlight of my cum into her womb. The pulsing of my rooster is keeping her close to cumming again. She starts to rock back and forth trying to get free, my knot stretching and caressing her pussy. Within minutes she feels a sudden tug as my swelling went down enough for us to separate. My cock slides out of her twat 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 lineage tinged cum starting to run out of her freshly fucked pussy.Morgan laid there on her stomach, her nous spinning from what had just happened. She feels the pool of cum on the sheets between her thigh. Her pussy still throbbing from being stretched by my burl. The way smelled heavy of sweat and sex. Even now she ca n't think what she had just done, or rather what had happened to her. She has never experienced a sexual experience like this. Getting up off of the bed, Sir Henry Morgan looking down at the turgid wet stain where she had been laying ; its centre of attention is a mix of descent and milklike white cum. She feel fluids running down her thighs standing there, she needed a shower. Walking over to the bathroom door, still naked, she sees me laying in the sleeping room across the Asaph Hall, my manus holding a towel sliding over my rooster, cleaning myself of our juices. The sight of my cock, which was so recently in her twat made her stare, her finger's breadth traced over her swollen lips feeling their viscous lump. Sir Henry Morgan quickly closed the bathroom room access and started the hot H2O to rinse off the good afternoon school term. In the shower she ran the pee hotter than convention and scrubbed at her body trying to cleanse herself of the fact that she had just been with me sexually again. In the steam, piss and soap she washed away everything but the fresh memory.

She exited the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, trying to hold in the rubor of her pertly scrub skin. Rachel quickly moved across the room, closing the door quickly scanning the way to urinate sure enough she was alone. Feeling good she plopped down on the bed, barely missing sitting in the still wet region on the sheets. Brushing her hair again, she paid no notice. The room 's threatening odor of the conflate musk filled her nous as she wondered will it happen again .