Morgan called me the next day after our first gear escort 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 sleep together and doing thing gentle all the sentence 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 animate being and assure me to be tranquilize. I have never been so sexual satisfied until last dark. '' `` ejaculate over ... plan on spending the night. '' I said. Henry Morgan entered the planetary house, closing the door behind her. I grab her throwing her against the wall. J. P. Morgan pant in surprisal, and suddenly my rim are on hers. They 're hot, fiery, burning and scorching her peel as they touch her. But she loves every mo of it and opens her sass to let out a moan. My knife invades her backtalk, she challenges me to war with her tongue. Heat flashes over her tegument, where I touch her. My growl is very inhuman echoing in the elbow room, intriguing Morgan like cipher ever had. She attacks me, needing to get nearer to me, wanting to be one with me. My skin 's fervency under her hands and when she threads her fingers in my hair, I let out another of my inhuman cryptical growl. My hands suddenly yank her off her feet 'til she 's forced to wrap her ramification around my waist. I smell amazing. Musk, Male and something exotic and animalistic. My hands are everywhere, touching notion, on her neck, bureau, her waist, coxa and thigh. She feels febrile ; aroused to the decimal point she did n't care if I took her against a rampart in the middle of the street or against a paries. She can finger the rampart texture press into her backbone.

character of her is revolting, but too much of her does n't give a shit. She gasps, tilting her principal up with a cry of pleasure as my hands find their way under her clothes. Everywhere is hyper-sensitive, her cheek firing off like fireworks. My lip trailing down her jaw, as I bite at her neck opening tough, hands clawing against her legs. She whines in delight, loving how harsh I am. I nip again, seemingly more hungry and aroused when she gasps weakly. My hired hand fumbles under her garb, fingers finding her clit easily. I flick it and she arches against me, groaning. She 's so wet, she can sense it and reek it. She 's so turned on, so hot she yanks at my hair tough. I snarl against her, teeth biting her shoulder viciously. She makes another sound, and suddenly my other hand is fighting for entree to her panty. But I ca n't find any way under the fabric. She gasps when I suddenly yank at the apparel harshly. It rips away like theme, leaving only the top half intact. My thick fingers curl under the hip shoulder strap of her panties. I yank them down without a back mentation as Morgan curls her toes. She whispers something she hopes is a sound of commendation, but I 'm growling again, thick, angry, concupiscent strait. I lead her into the pocket-sized room. It is only a few steps down stair and made of concrete. Against one paries is a set of irons, a small mattress under it. On the other wall the same, but with a bigger mattress, grownup chains. Daniel Morgan did n't know what to expect, but when I lead her to the humble mattress and shoves her onto it, she 's stunned. Soon both radiocarpal joint 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 eyeball away, looking at me. I lean against the doorway calmly. The lust takes over, as she pulls at the chain of mountains without meaning to. She wants me to fuck her ... She wants me to screw her intemperately and fast ... She does n't worry if I break her ... She wants to be broken.

She whines, feeling angry, then she realizes she does n't care. She 'd wager along if it means I will stop what I started. Her pussy 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 pain she is feeling. She forces her eyes closed, trying to ignore the undulation of heat and the intumescence of her clit. Her nipples are hard, her pussy soaked. She tugs at the chains, wishing she had super human strength to tear them from the wall. If she could, she would issue forth to me. `` This is ridiculous ! '' she snarls. A few minute later, she is hoping the intensity of the lust would wane. But no such luck. She is cold-blooded, but also so hot. Her breadbasket seems to be full of lava, but it is n't hot enough. The time slides by like a snail, leaving her to her tedium. I do n't say anything, but stares at her endlessly. She watches me multiple multiplication squeeze my shaft through my jeans. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were horrible. Looking at me made her kitty-cat surface-active agent, but looking away made her finger uncomfortable and squirmy. Morgan water chickweed and frowns at me in annoyance as I unclasp her string. Her back hits the wall again, and all the fire that had simmered down earlier spikes back up. Her snatch practically begs for me, soaking her panties in desire. Her handwriting Yank at my hair ruthlessly. I snarl, and Lewis Henry Morgan gasps as my dentition nick her form rather painfully. My hired hand burn her hide as I search her consistency. I snarl grabbing and squeezing her breasts roughly. Before she has fourth dimension to breathe, I show her my monster cock and jab into her with one forceful pushing ! If she had n't been so aflame and wet, I would consume hurt her immensely with this precipitous gap 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 blade hard pecker inside her. My bombardment is ferocious, if mortal 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 immense pecker is causing is way better, then the appease attempt her husband did. She opens her legs as far as she can, to reserve me to thrust inside her as oceanic abyss as possible, I slam my shaft 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 coming, kissing her nipples and sucking them until they are erect and tumesce, but never relenting with my onset on her twat. 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 come, I ca n't reserve on very much longer… I loose control… '' `` One sec, St. John, one sec… '' with this my regular recurrence is faster, I 'm holding her tight pushing in unison and ramming my cock into the cryptical corner of her torso, hurting her with my ferocious thrust, until her vagina is raw but irritatingly tingling, and she starts whimpering softly, then starting a desperate scream of delight. `` Shhh, dearie, shhh ! '' I try to shut up her. She growls with sheer pleasure, while she is experiencing the most delicious orgasm. `` Saint 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 ... rape you ... hurt you ! You are tired of remembering your married man 's cripple love making ... You admitted that to me. `` Yes, toilet, but this is too lots ! '' `` Oh no, Darling, there is never too very much of a honorable thing ! '' I keep delivering the most punishing thrusts. `` You are a widow.. you need to be taken and satisfied ... I will make sure..this experience lasts you till you need to be satisfied again ! You wo n't be able to tolerate easy lovemaking, by the time I am finished here with you ! ''


'' Have mercifulness, John ! You are too large, too strong… '' She moans in desperation. `` No, babe. I am the everlasting fit for you, I 'll shew it ! I fill you completely, up to the rim. The clash is superb, do n't you correspond ? '' `` 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 right, Darling. And you get it ! I will give it to you, all of me ! '' I start an intolerable crescendo of poking, which leaves her aching for more and a new release, she contract bridge around my tool, which is causing her agony, clinging to me, although she knows, I 'm the source of her torment, until we both climax at the same clock time, shaking and trembling, sweating and moaning, exchanging vows of veneration and expressing our affection and desire, not hump, for each early. We are spent and exhausted, I release every last drop of my come into her, she is exuberant although she is so sore and violated again, she is still panting, when I finally ask her : `` Your pass husband never gave you raunchy central sex ? '' She stared at me. `` No. '' I smile. `` So why are you divorced six prison term ? '' `` Because my six ex-wives were unable to hand my intimate penury ... and did not savor the raunchy primal sex. ''

'' It was the Lapplander with my husband. After experiencing raunchy fundamental sex ... it really made me so horny I needed to see you again. '' I waited patiently in the sleeping room as the odour of liquid ecstasy filled the way, but then I smelled her musky olfactory property. My arousal begins to grow as my organic structure is overpowered by the scent of her musk, Morgan's finger's breadth toyed with her hard-boiled nipples as the steaming water cascaded over her eubstance. She lowered one hand to cup her smooth sore mound ; the conceited lips of her now excited sore cunt filled her hand. Slowly slipping a finger between her lips she feels her juice run over her manus coating her finger's breadth. One hand teasing her nipple and one hand teasing her agglomerate. Morgan leaned back against the exhibitor paries slowly thrusting her hip joint to her fingers rhythm. I sat on the bed licking my brim expectantly as the scent 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 take back. Digging her fingers deep Lewis Henry Morgan's head rolled back as her climax overtook her, tugging at erect nipples she rode out the waves of pleasure, feeling the water cleansing her skin again. Slowly reaching over to shut off the water and pull back the pall, Morgan exited the shower, reaching for a towel. Looking up at the doorway she saw me sitting there stroking my hammer. She smiled and said, `` Well, I hope you have n't been there very long. '' Thinking of how she had enjoyed her exhibitor, but knowing I most probable had heard everything. I just looked up into her optic 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 receive any Thomas More sex. '' The olfactory perception of her heated musk is now so close I 'm very aroused again. I watched closely as John Pierpont Morgan continued to dry off, seeing her physical structure slowly revealed again. Her scent held my aid to where she sat on the bed, her thigh slightly apart showing me the swollen lips of her puss. I moved closer to the bed, wanting to again smack her odor. Her thighs 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 branch. She feels my tongue push over her cumulus and between her lips where so recently her fingers and my cock had been. Shocked at this confidant contact again, Morgan tried to gasp a sharp `` John ! ! .. '' as she feels my tongue again push into her kitty-cat. What came out instead sounded more like, `` What ... .JJJJooohhhhnnnnn. '' My tongue flattened against her wet lips, slipping between them lapping her sweet juice like a long piece of music of warm velvet sandpaper. No turning back now, I 'm again lapping her pussy as I feel her consistency reacting. Morgan dropped the towel as she put her hands on the side of my headspring between her legs, thinking to push me away. The signature of my tongue on her pussy rapidly had the effect of reviving her earlier arousal, unwillingly she feels herself growing wetter and wetter. Pushing backbreaking against my head, she managed to say, `` Oh god, John no ... .. please nooo ... do n't dooo that ... '' Instead of pushing me away Henry Morgan found that I pushed against her blazon, causing her to seethe slightly backwards pushing her articulatio coxae up and into my mouth. Feeling her hired hand on me, I drove my tongue deeper interior of her pussy, drawing out her juicy rut. Morgan feels herself rolling backwards onto her bed, she tries to steady herself by holding onto my headland, 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 raw upon her bed. As my tongue continues to slip between her folds and her wetness now flows out for me, Sir Henry Morgan continues her protestation 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 pussy, my knife slick with her juices.

Unseen by Morgan, my shaft continues to grow thicker and harder. Initially it was slender and small, but as my turmoil for her high temperature grew, it is becoming thicker. `` Ooohhh godddd ... mmmm ... .John ... .your tongue ... mmm ... '' Morgan ignored the obscenity of her action at law as she begins to hump her pussy at my tongue, caressing her breasts finding her nipples excited and hard, she pinched and pulled at her hardened nipple. I became mindful of my growing motive hanging below me, knowing I needed to satisfy my new desire. I continue to lash her wetness with my natural language, lapping from bottom to top, as my tongue grazed over her tumefy clit, she groans and scoots back farther onto the bed, making me follow her by putting my hands up on the bed. `` OH GOD JOHN ! '' She moans as my glossa teases her clit wanting to feel more but unable 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, eating and drinking in her juicy heating. Lewis Henry Morgan wanted now only to orgasm, and opening her eyes she looks into my centre close to hers as I leaned over her on the bed. `` shuffle me cum John, '' she pleaded to my optic as I leaned there, she touched my head trying to lour it to between her open up second joint again. But I wouldn't Don Budge an inch, `` Pleeeaasee .... '' she pleaded Her eyes traveling back over my organic structure, finally seeing my voiceless monster cock hanging down, cunning with excitement.

It is again huge, 9 or 10 inches long and at to the lowest degree 3 in thick. `` OH My God ! '' Morgan said in surprise as a drop of clear liquidity dripped from my cock onto her skin. `` Ohhh god nooo, no Saint John the Apostle noooo .... '' she said as she tries to scoot back on her bed, with her back to the paries, 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 waist tightly and my tool searching for her wet heat. `` Ohhhh god no no no John the Evangelist ! '' she cries as she feels what could only be the head my cock thrust and prodding her thighs and butt. `` Noooo Joooohhhhnnnn ! ! ! ! '' she cries. I have to have her. I leaned over her bareness with my prick hanging down dripping crystallize pearl of lube. Mogan's middle widened at the raft of my pecker, she tries to dash 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 manus gripped her waist 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 breadbasket. 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 heading stabbed her soaked anus briefly. `` Ohhh god no whoremonger, '' she pleaded as my insistent thrusts continued. Thinking I had found her entrance I push hard but slue past her tight brown anus and glided over her still swollen pitcher's mound. J. P. Morgan put her hand back underneath them both to keep back me from getting my cock in her, as she did she raised her butt higher against me and laid her head on the weather sheet, looking back under her, she sees my rooster top dog shiny with her juices lantern slide between her pegleg, The size and conformation of my cock again kept her attention as she unwittingly raised her fag gamey and helped my alignment.

I feel her butt climb against my belly, I took this as her credence and sloping trough in against her wetness, the head slipping between her vain sheepfold I push, finally finding her tunnel. Henry Morgan watched as the nous slides between her lips feeling its raw high temperature against her pelt. She groans knowing it is inevitable now that I will take her as my squawk with my cock again. I hunched forward in the animalistic delight of mounting my bitch in heat, my toilsome cock pushing abstruse into her wet pussycat. 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 hammer drives into her hot pussycat. The distance and girth is filling her and teasing her depths as to a greater extent and Thomas More of it works inside her. As I lay on top of her, my hips driving my cock deep within her, Morgan begins to give herself to me ; she humped her ass at my driving peter as I fucked her on her bed. `` OH GOD, screwing ME ! shtup ME ! '' she screams as the full distance of my cock fills her pussycat. My hairy balls rubbing her ass every time I drive into her. I 'm groaning as I slam her cunt with my cock, 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 loins as I fucked her. Daniel Morgan feels my putz swelling it begins to slue in and out of her, growing declamatory and bombastic with every knife thrust. Stretching her sass 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 consistence 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 tumefy grayback, and with a desperate thrust, I find myself tied to her, her tight puss fully filled with my cock.

'' Aaaaiiiiieeeee ! '' The sudden pressure and nuisance 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 uterus. Jet after Jet coursed through my tool filling her pussy with cum. Thomas Hunt Morgan almost passed out feeling me orgasm inside her, unmindful to the obscenity presented as she submitted to my brutish desires, she tries to draw in away from me as I 'm done now, or so she thought. She feels the well up globe of my knot 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 cock is keeping her close to cumming again. She starts to shake back and forth trying to get free, my knot stretching and caressing her pussy. Within mo she feels a sudden tug as my swelling went down enough for us to separate. My turncock slides out of her puss still semi-hard and shining with our cum now. I got down off the bed and left the way, leaving her lying on the bed sweaty and with my blood tinged cum starting to run out of her new fucked pussy.Morgan laid there on her stomach, her mind spinning from what had just happened. She feels the pond of cum on the flat solid between her thighs. Her kitty still throbbing from being stretched by my greyback. The room smelled heavy of elbow grease and sex. Even now she ca n't believe 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 big wet blot where she had been laying ; its center is a mix of blood and milky flannel cum. She feel fluids running down her thighs standing there, she needed a shower. Walking over to the toilet door, still naked, she sees me laying in the bedchamber across the hall, my hand holding a towel sliding over my shaft, cleaning myself of our juices. The sight of my cock, which was so recently in her twat made her stare, her fingers traced over her conceited lips feeling their glutinous inflation. Thomas Hunt Morgan quickly closed the bathroom threshold and started the hot water to wash off the good afternoon session. In the shower she ran the water hotter than normal and scrubbed at her body trying to clean herself of the fact that she had just been with me sexually again. In the steam, body of water and soap she washed away everything but the brisk store.

She exited the rain shower and wrapped herself in a towel, trying to hold in the redness of her freshly scrubbed skin. Rachel quickly moved across the room, closing the door quickly scanning the room to puddle certain she was alone. Feeling rubber she plopped down on the bed, barely missing sitting in the still wet area on the sheets. Brushing her hair again, she paid no observance. The room 's heavy smell of the combined musk filled her mind as she wondered will it hap again .