Morgan called me the next day after our first engagement 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 love and doing affair gentle all the prison term like my deceased husband 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 separate me to be pipe down. I have never been so sexual satisfied until finale nighttime. '' `` ejaculate over ... programme on spending the night. '' I said. Morgan entered the business firm, closing the room access behind her. I grab her throwing her against the wall. J. P. Morgan gasps in surprise, and suddenly my brim are on hers. They 're hot, flaming, burning and scorching her skin as they touch her. But she loves every sec of it and opens her backtalk to let out a groan. My tongue invades her sassing, she challenges me to war with her tongue. Heat flashes over her skin, where I touch her. My growl is very inhuman echoing in the way, intriguing Morgan like nothing ever had. She attacks me, needing to get closer to me, wanting to be one with me. My pelt 's fervor under her hands and when she threads her finger's breadth in my whisker, I let out another of my cold-blooded deep growl. My hands suddenly yank her off her feet 'til she 's forced to wrap her legs around my waist. I smell amazing. Musk, male person and something exotic and animalistic. My hands are everywhere, touching spirit, on her cervix, dresser, her shank, hips and second joint. She feels feverish ; aroused to the point she did n't care if I took her against a wall in the middle of the street or against a wall. She can palpate the paries texture wardrobe into her rachis.

persona of her is revolting, but too practically of her does n't give a damn. She gasps, tilting her headway up with a cry of pleasure as my hands find their way under her dress. Everywhere is hyper-sensitive, her nerves firing off like fireworks. My mouth trailing down her jaw, as I bite at her neck hard, hands clawing against her legs. She whines in delight, loving how crude I am. I nip again, seemingly more hungry and aroused when she gasps weakly. My hand fumbles under her attire, finger's breadth finding her button easily. I flick it and she arches against me, groaning. She 's so wet, she can finger it and sense it. She 's so turned on, so hot she yanks at my hair's-breadth voiceless. I snarl against her, teeth biting her berm viciously. She makes another sound, and suddenly my other script is fighting for access to her step-in. But I ca n't obtain any way under the material. She gasps when I suddenly yank at the dress harshly. It rips away care report, leaving only the top half intact. My thick fingers curl under the hip straps of her scanty. I yank them down without a endorsement intellection as Morgan curls her toes. She whispers something she hopes is a sound of approval, but I 'm growling again, midst, angry, salacious strait. I lead her into the small room. It is only a few steps down stair and made of concrete. Against one wall is a set of chain, a little mattress under it. On the other rampart the same, but with a bounteous mattress, grownup chains. Sir Henry Morgan did n't sleep with what to expect, but when I lead her to the small mattress and shoves her onto it, she 's stunned. Soon both wrists are chained, nearly over her head. I step back to admire my Handy work. She can see my erection straining against my pants. She tears her eyes 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 have a go at it her ... She wants me to fuck her arduous and fast ... She does n't deal if I break her ... She wants to be broken.

She whines, feeling raging, then she realizes she does n't care. She 'd play along if it means I will finish what I started. Her slit 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 joy or pain she is feeling. She forces her eyes closed, trying to ignore the undulation of passion and the swelling of her clit. Her pap are hard, her pussy soaked. She tugs at the chains, wishing she had top-notch human being military strength to displume them from the wall. If she could, she would derive to me. `` This is nonsensical ! '' she snarls. A few transactions later, she is hoping the intensity of the lecherousness would go down. But no such chance. She is cold, but also so hot. Her stomach seems to be full of lava, but it is n't hot enough. The clock time sloping trough by like a escargot, leaving her to her boredom. I do n't say anything, but stares at her endlessly. She watches me multiple time squeeze my cock through my jeans. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were horrible. Looking at me made her pussy bed wetter, but looking away made her find uncomfortable and squirmy. Morgan blink and frowns at me in annoyance as I unclasp her chains. Her back hits the wall again, and all the fire that had simmered down earlier spikes back up. Her pussy practically begs for me, soaking her panties in desire. Her workforce yank at my hair's-breadth ruthlessly. I snarl, and John Pierpont Morgan gasps as my teeth nick her flesh rather painfully. My hands burn her skin as I search her body. I snarl grabbing and squeezing her bosom roughly. Before she has metre 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 have hurt her immensely with this disconnected opening of puss.

I know that she has the urge as much as I do, and that she is well lubricated, by the meter I get my steel hard dick inside her. My bombardment is ferocious, if somebody saw us, they would intend, I was raping her, but she loves it ! I ca n't be boisterous enough with my grinding into her, the rubbing my huge cock is causing is way better, then the appease attempt her husband did. She opens her peg as far as she can, to reserve me to thrust inside her as thick as possible, I slam my cock all the way inside her. `` Oh my God, John. You are a bull's eye ! What would I do, if I had n't found you ? '' I do n't serve, but concentrate on my approach, kissing her nipples and sucking them until they are rear and conceited, but never relenting with my onslaught on her pussy. The sensations, I 'm causing her, are overwhelming, I know, what she needs, as she is cramping with delight and ecstasy. `` John, please come, 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 tight pushing in unison and ramming my cock into the rich niche of her body, hurting her with my ferocious thrusts, 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 silence her. She growls with sheer pleasure, while she is experiencing the most delicious orgasm. `` John ... whoremaster ... come…please… '' She whispers in between her orgasms. `` Oh my God…, you are killing me, whoremonger ! ''
'' No, Darling River. This is what you came for ... You want me to gainsay you ... rape you ... hurt you ! You are tired of remembering your husband 's cripple love devising ... You admitted that to me. `` Yes, John, but this is too a lot ! '' `` Oh no, Darling, there is never too much of a good matter ! '' I keep delivering the most arduous thrusts. `` You are a widow.. you need to be taken and satisfied ... I will crap sure..this experience lasts you till you need to be satisfied again ! You wo n't be capable to suffer docile lovemaking, by the prison term I am finished here with you ! ''


'' have clemency, John ! You are too large, too strong… '' She moans in desperation. `` No, babe. 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 harmonise ? '' `` John the Divine, I am still very sore from yesterday. '' She exclaims, while she is shaking from another overwhelming orgasm. `` So why did you do ? '' `` John, I love it, I absolutely love it, I need it, I ca n't live without it ! '' `` That 's right, dearie. And you get it ! I will grant it to you, all of me ! '' I start an intolerable crescendo of thrusts, which leaves her aching for more and a new release, she contract around my tool, which is causing her agony, clinging to me, although she knows, I 'm the rootage of her torment, until we both climax at the same time, shaking and trembling, sweating and moaning, exchanging vows of devotion and expressing our warmheartedness and desire, not love, for each former. We are fagged and exhausted, I release every last dip of my semen into her, she is extravagant although she is so mad and violated again, she is still panting, when I finally ask her : `` Your at peace husband never gave you raunchy primal 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 indigence ... and did not enjoy the raunchy primal sex. ''

'' It was the Sami with my hubby. After experiencing raunchy cardinal sex ... it really made me so horny I needed to see you again. '' I waited patiently in the bedroom as the tone of soap filled the elbow room, but then I smelled her musky aroma. My arousal begins to grow as my eubstance is overpowered by the odour of her musk, Morgan's fingers toyed with her set pap as the steaming water cascaded over her consistency. She lowered one script to cup her smooth sore agglomerate ; the swollen lips of her now excited sore kitty filled her hand. Slowly slipping a finger between her lips she feels her juices run over her hand coating her finger. One script teasing her nipple and one manus teasing her hill. Morgan leaned back against the exhibitioner wall slowly thrusting her rose hip to her fingerbreadth rhythm. I sat on the bed licking my sassing expectantly as the smell of Morgan's heat filled my mind. Slowly growing hard again, shifting my weight from side to side as I wait expectantly for her to refund. Digging her fingers deep Morgan's head rolled back as her orgasm overtook her, tugging at erect teat she rode out the wave of pleasure, feeling the water cleansing her skin again. Slowly reaching over to shut off the piss and pull back the curtain, Morgan exited the shower bath, 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. '' Thinking of how she had enjoyed her shower, but knowing I about in all likelihood 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 have any to a greater extent sex. '' The look of her heated musk is now so shut down I 'm very excite again. I watched closely as Thomas Hunt Morgan continued to dry off, seeing her consistence slowly revealed again. Her scent held my attention to where she sat on the bed, her thigh slightly apart showing me the swollen lips of her twat. I moved closer to the bed, wanting to again smack her scent. Her second joint 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 leg. She feels my tongue push over her hammock and between her lips where so recently her digit and my shaft had been. Shocked at this intimate contact again, Henry Morgan tried to gasp a piercing `` Saint John ! ! .. '' as she feels my glossa again pushing into her puss. What came out instead sounded more like, `` What ... .JJJJooohhhhnnnnn. '' My tongue flattened against her wet lips, slipping between them lapping her odoriferous juices like a farsighted piece of strong velvet sandpaper. No turning back now, I 'm again lapping her pussy as I feel her torso reacting. Henry Morgan dropped the towel as she put her custody on the side of my caput between her leg, thinking to force me away. The touch of my tongue on her pussy rapidly had the consequence of reviving her earlier arousal, unwillingly she feels herself growing wetter and wetter. Pushing unvoiced against my head, she managed to say, `` Oh god, John no ... .. please nooo ... do n't dooo that ... '' Instead of pushing me away John Pierpont Morgan found that I pushed against her branch, causing her to undulate slightly backwards pushing her pelvis up and into my mouth. Feeling her manus on me, I drove my tongue deeper inside of her cunt, drawing out her juicy oestrus. Morgan feels herself rolling backwards onto her bed, she tries to becalm herself by holding onto my forefront, 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 nude upon her bed. As my tongue continues to steal between her flexure and her wetness now flows out for me, Morgan continues her objection even as she found herself opening her wooden leg 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 spit glossy with her juices.

unseen by 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 glossa ... mmm ... '' Henry Morgan ignored the obscenity of her actions as she begins to jazz her pussy at my glossa, caressing her chest finding her nipple excited and hard, she pinched and pulled at her hardened nipple. I became aware of my growing motive hanging below me, knowing I needed to meet my new desire. I continue to lather her wetness with my tongue, lapping from nates to top, as my clapper grazed over her well clit, she groans and scoots back farther onto the bed, making me watch her by putting my hands up on the bed. `` OH GOD JOHN ! '' She moans as my tongue teases her clit wanting to feel more but ineffective to take the stimulation 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 drinking in her juicy heat. Morgan wanted now only to orgasm, and opening her center she looks into my eyes close to hers as I leaned over her on the bed. `` Make me cum John, '' she pleaded to my eyes as I leaned there, she touched my chief trying to frown it to between her receptive thighs again. But I wouldn't budge an column inch, `` Pleeeaasee .... '' she pleaded Her eyes traveling back over my body, finally seeing my punishing monster peter hanging down, slick with excitement.

It is again huge, 9 or 10 column inch long and at least 3 inches thick. `` OH My God ! '' Morgan said in surprise as a drop of clear liquidity dripped from my tool 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 rampart, she can't get away backwards. Morgan rolled to her left slope trying to ease out from under me and off the bed, but as she did so she feels me suddenly on top of her, my deal gripping her waist tightly and my cock searching for her wet heat. `` Ohhhh god no no no John the Evangelist ! '' she cries as she feels what could only be the chief my cock poke and prodding her second joint and butt. `` Noooo Joooohhhhnnnn ! ! ! ! '' she cries. I have to have her. I leaned over her nakedness with my cock hanging down dripping solve driblet of lubricator. Mogan's eyes widened at the passel of my shaft, she tries to scoot back from me and as she turned to the side, the tidy sum of her delicious ass presented itself to me. As if by inherent aptitude I lunged on top of her, my hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her back to me. I thrust my dick 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 hammer slipping wetly between her ass impertinence as I sought her opening. Morgan jumps as the cock head stabbed her tight 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 miserly brown anus and glided over her still swollen agglomerate. Morgan put her hand back underneath them both to maintain me from getting my cock in her, as she did she raised her seat higher against me and laid her head on the piece of paper, looking back under her, she sees my cock drumhead shiny with her juices slide between her legs, The sizing and shape of my prick again kept her attention as she unwittingly raised her hindquarters high and helped my alliance.

I feel her butt acclivity against my belly, I took this as her espousal and slide in against her wetness, the foreland slipping between her self-conceited faithful I push, finally finding her tunnel. Morgan watched as the mind slides between her lips feeling its raw rut against her tegument. She groans knowing it is inevitable now that I will take her as my beef with my stopcock again. I hunched forward in the animalistic delectation of mounting my squawk in heating system, my hard cock pushing mysterious into her wet puss. Before she can adjust to me, I slide in and out again and again, rapidly beginning to fuck her. Morgan pushes back against me as my cock driving into her hot pussycat. The length and girth is filling her and teasing her depths as Sir Thomas More and more of it works inside her. As I lay on top of her, my hips driving my peter oceanic abyss within her, Henry Morgan begins to collapse herself to me ; she humped her ass at my driving cock as I fucked her on her bed. `` OH GOD, shag ME ! shag ME ! '' she screams as the entire length of my dick fills her pussy. My hairy balls rubbing her ass every metre I drive into her. I 'm groaning as I slam her pussycat with my dick, feeling her respond under me. Her humping back to my push assured me that she has surrendered to me. I 'm feeling strange stirring in my loins as I fucked her. Morgan feels my cock swelling it begins to slip in and out of her, growing big and magnanimous with every thrust. Stretching her sassing apart I continue to thrust into her. The growing stimulation has Morgan starting to cum, her ass wildly humping back on my big cock. 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 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 cock, her fluids flowed out over my swollen knot, and with a desperate push button, I find myself tied to her, her sloshed puss fully filled with my cock.

'' Aaaaiiiiieeeee ! '' The sudden pressure and botheration of my knot 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 turncock filling her pussy with cum. Sir Henry Morgan almost passed out feeling me orgasm inside her, oblivious to the obscenities presented as she submitted to my bestial desires, she tries to deplumate away from me as I 'm done now, or so she thought. She feels the tumefy clump of my gnarl firmly wedged inside her snatch. She never knew any man that had a grayback. Locking the milky flood of my cum into her womb. The pulsing of my cock is keeping her close to cumming again. She starts to sway back and forth trying to get give up, my naut mi stretching and caressing her pussycat. Within minutes she feels a sudden tug as my swelling went down enough for us to separate. My cock slides out of her puss still semi-hard and shining with our cum now. I got down off the bed and left the elbow room, leaving her fabrication on the bed sweaty and with my stemma tinged cum starting to run out of her freshly fucked pussy.Morgan laid there on her tum, her mind spinning from what had just happened. She feels the pocket billiards of cum on the sheets between her thighs. Her puss still throbbing from being stretched by my knot. The room smelled gravid of sweat 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 sexual experience like this. Getting up off of the bed, Morgan looking down at the magnanimous wet stain where she had been laying ; its center is a mix of blood and milky whitened cum. She feel fluids running down her thighs standing there, she needed a shower. Walking over to the bathroom room access, still naked, she sees me laying in the bedroom across the manor hall, my mitt holding a towel sliding over my cock, cleaning myself of our juices. The great deal of my cock, which was so recently in her pussy made her stare, her fingerbreadth traced over her swollen-headed backtalk feeling their sticky puffiness. Morgan quickly closed the bathroom door and started the hot water to rinse off the afternoon sitting. In the shower she ran the urine 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, water supply and soap she washed away everything but the refreshed memory.

She exited the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, trying to conceal the redness of her freshly scrubbed skin. Rachel quickly moved across the elbow room, closing the door quickly scanning the way to make sure she was alone. Feeling good she plopped down on the bed, barely missing sitting in the still wet area on the sheets. Brushing her hair's-breadth again, she paid no notice. The room 's impenetrable odor of the combined musk filled her judgment as she wondered will it bechance again .