Morgan called me the next day after our first appointment sex session. `` John, I must see you again ... I must see you this good afternoon. I realized that I was tired of having a man making get laid and doing matter gentle all the time like my deceased hubby did. I never experienced grimy 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 beast and tell me to be tranquil. I have never been so intimate satisfied until last nighttime. '' `` Come over ... plan on spending the Night. '' I said. Morgan entered the sign, closing the threshold behind her. I grab her throwing her against the wall. John Pierpont Morgan gasps in surprise, and suddenly my sassing are on hers. They 're hot, fiery, burning and scorching her cutis as they touch her. But she loves every second of it and opens her lip to let out a moan. My spit invades her sass, she challenges me to war with her tongue. Heat flashes over her skin, where I touch her. My growl is very cold echoing in the elbow room, intriguing Morgan like zilch ever had. She attacks me, needing to get closer 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 insensate mysterious growls. My hands suddenly yank her off her feet 'til she 's forced to wrap her legs around my waist. I smell amazing. Musk, Male and something alien and animalistic. My hands are everywhere, touching smell, on her neck, chest, her waistline, pelvic girdle and thigh. She feels febrile ; aroused to the point she did n't give care if I took her against a wall in the middle of the street or against a bulwark. She can feel the wall texture press into her back.

Part of her is revolting, but too practically of her does n't give a damn. She gasps, tilting her head 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 lips trailing down her jaw, as I bite at her cervix hard, hands clawing against her legs. She whines in pleasure, loving how rough I am. I nip again, seemingly more athirst and aroused when she gasps weakly. My handwriting muff under her frock, fingers finding her clit easily. I flick it and she arches against me, groaning. She 's so wet, she can feel it and smell it. She 's so turned on, so hot she yanks at my hair hard. I snarl against her, teeth biting her shoulder viciously. She makes another speech sound, and suddenly my other hand is fighting for access to her panties. But I ca n't feel any way under the fabric. She gasps when I suddenly yank at the apparel harshly. It rips away comparable newspaper, leaving only the top half entire. My thick fingers curl under the hip straps of her panties. I yank them down without a endorsement thought as Morgan curls her toes. She whispers something she hopes is a sound of approval, but I 'm growling again, thick, angry, salacious sound. I lead her into the little room. It is only a few steps down stairs and made of concrete. Against one wall is a set of chain of mountains, a small mattress under it. On the early bulwark the same, but with a self-aggrandizing mattress, bigger irons. Morgan did n't know what to expect, but when I lead her to the small mattress and shoves her onto it, she 's stunned. Soon both wrist are chained, nearly over her headway. I step back to admire my ready to hand work. She can see my erection straining against my pants. She tears her eyes away, looking at me. I lean against the threshold calmly. The lust takes over, as she pulls at the chain without meaning to. She wants me to get laid her ... She wants me to sleep with her hard and fasting ... 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 work along if it means I will finish what I started. Her kitty 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 in the neck she is feeling. She forces her eyes closed, trying to ignore the waves of heat and the protuberance of her button. Her teat are hard, her purulent soaked. She tugs at the chains, wishing she had super human strength to tear them from the wall. If she could, she would come to me. `` This is ridiculous ! '' she snarls. A few minutes later, she is hoping the volume of the lust would wane. But no such fortune. She is dusty, but also so hot. Her stomach seems to be fully 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 times compact my cock through my jeans. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were horrible. Looking at me made her pussy surface-active agent, but looking away made her feel uncomfortable and squirmy. Morgan blinks and scowl at me in chafe as I unclasp her concatenation. Her back up hits the rampart again, and all the fervor that had simmered down earlier spikes back up. Her puss practically begs for me, soaking her pantie in desire. Her custody yank at my hair ruthlessly. I snarl, and Morgan gasps as my teeth nick her frame rather painfully. My hired hand burn her skin as I search her eubstance. I snarl grabbing and squeezing her bosom roughly. Before she has time to respire, I show her my fiend cock and jab into her with one forceful push ! If she had n't been so awake and wet, I would have hurt her immensely with this abrupt opening of pussy.

I know that she has the urge as very much as I do, and that she is well lubricated, by the prison term I get my steel hard cock inside her. My onslaught is savage, if mortal saw us, they would recall, I was raping her, but she loves it ! I ca n't be fierce enough with my grinding into her, the detrition my huge cock is causing is way better, then the mollify endeavour her husband did. She opens her wooden leg as far as she can, to allow me to thrust inside her as inscrutable as possible, I slam my shaft all the way inside her. `` Oh my God, John the Evangelist. You are a shit ! What would I do, if I had n't found you ? '' I do n't answer, but concentrate on my approach, kissing her mammilla and sucking them until they are erect and swollen, but never relenting with my barrage on her kitty. The superstar, I 'm causing her, are overwhelming, I know, what she needs, as she is cramping with delight and ecstasy. `` John, please derive, I ca n't hold on much longer… I loose control… '' `` One sec, Saint John, one sec… '' with this my rhythm method of birth control is faster, I 'm holding her tight pushing in unison and ramming my prick into the mysterious corner of her body, hurting her with my ferocious push, until her vagina is raw but irritatingly titillating, and she starts whimpering softly, then starting a desperate scream of delight. `` Shhh, deary, shhh ! '' I try to silence her. She growls with sheer pleasance, while she is experiencing the most delicious orgasm. `` John ... St. 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 ... rapine you ... suffer you ! You are tired of remembering your husband 's gimpy love making ... You admitted that to me. `` Yes, St. John the Apostle, but this is too a good deal ! '' `` Oh no, ducky, there is never too lots of a good thing ! '' I keep delivering the most hard thrusts. `` You are a widow.. you need to be taken and meet ... I will construct sure..this experience lasts you till you need to be satisfied again ! You wo n't be able to stand placate lovemaking, by the time I am finished here with you ! ''


'' wealthy person mercifulness, can ! You are too bombastic, too strong… '' She moans in desperation. `` No, child. I am the perfect fit for you, I 'll prove it ! I fill you completely, up to the brim. The friction is superb, do n't you jibe ? '' `` Gospel According to John, I am still very sore from yesterday. '' She exclaims, while she is shaking from another overtake 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 rightfield, Darling. And you get it ! I will kick in it to you, all of me ! '' I start an intolerable crescendo of thrusts, which leaves her aching for Thomas More and a new outlet, she contract around my shaft, which is causing her agony, clinging to me, although she knows, I 'm the source of her curse, until we both climax at the Same metre, shaking and trembling, sweating and moaning, exchanging vows of cultism and expressing our affection and desire, not screw, for each other. We are spent and exhausted, I release every last drop curtain 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 husband never gave you raunchy primal sex ? '' She stared at me. `` No. '' I smile. `` So why are you divorced six clip ? '' `` Because my six ex-wives were ineffectual to hired hand my sexual need ... and did not enjoy the raunchy key sex. ''

'' It was the Saame with my husband. After experiencing raunchy primal sex ... it really made me so hornlike I needed to see you again. '' I waited patiently in the bedroom as the odour of soap filled the elbow room, but then I smelled her musky scent. My rousing begins to mature as my body is overpowered by the olfactory property of her musk, Morgan's fingers toyed with her hardened nipples as the steaming water cascaded over her body. She lowered one bridge player to cup her smooth sore mound ; the tumesce rim of her now excited sore pussy filled her hand. Slowly slipping a finger's breadth between her back talk she feels her juices run over her hand coating her finger's breadth. One hand teasing her pap and one paw teasing her knoll. Henry Morgan leaned back against the shower wall slowly thrusting her hips to her finger's breadth rhythm. I sat on the bed licking my sassing 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 capitulum rolled back as her orgasm overtook her, tugging at erect teat she rode out the moving ridge of pleasance, feeling the water cleansing her skin again. Slowly reaching over to shut off the water system and deplumate back the curtain, Morgan exited the shower, reaching for a towel. Looking up at the threshold she saw me sitting there stroking my cock. She smiled and said, `` Well, I hope you have n't been there very long. '' mentation of how she had enjoyed her shower, but knowing I most in all probability had heard everything. I just looked up into her eyes as she wrapped herself in the towel, drying her hair. She walked into the elbow room and sat on the bed, still drying her hair. `` I just got cleaned up, I don't want to take any more sex. '' The smell of her fire up musk is now so close I 'm very aroused again. I watched closely as Morgan continued to dry off, seeing her physical structure slowly revealed again. Her odourise held my aid to where she sat on the bed, her second joint slightly apart showing me the well lips of her pussy. I moved closer to the bed, wanting to again smell out her odour. 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 stage. She feels my tongue push over her hill and between her backtalk where so recently her digit and my cock had been. Shocked at this intimate contact again, Morgan tried to pant a needlelike `` John ! ! .. '' as she feels my tongue again push into her pussy. What came out instead sounded more like, `` What ... .JJJJooohhhhnnnnn. '' My tongue flattened against her wet lips, slipping between them lapping her mellisonant juices like a long piece of music of warm velvet sandpaper. No turning back now, I 'm again lapping her twat as I feel her body reacting. Morgan dropped the towel as she put her manus on the side of my head between her ramification, thinking to push me away. The touch of my tongue on her kitty rapidly had the impression of reviving her sooner foreplay, unwillingly she feels herself growing wetter and wetter. Pushing laborious against my headland, she managed to say, `` Oh god, Saint John no ... .. please nooo ... do n't dooo that ... '' Instead of pushing me away J. P. Morgan found that I pushed against her arms, causing her to roll slightly backwards pushing her hips up and into my sass. Feeling her hands on me, I drove my clapper deeper interior of her pussy, drawing out her juicy heat. Morgan feels herself rolling backwards onto her bed, she tries to calm 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 branch, as she lay nude upon her bed. As my tongue continues to slip between her flock and her wetness now flows out for me, Thomas Hunt Morgan continues her objection even as she found herself opening her legs wider to take into account me between them. `` Ohh god JJJooohhhhnnn ... wwhhatttt ... mmmm ... pleeeasee nooooo ... not again. '' Now fully between her wooden leg, I eagerly continue to lap at her juicy kitty-cat, my tongue slip with her juice.

unseen by Morgan, my putz continues to grow thicker and harder. Initially it was slender and little, but as my excitement for her heat grew, it is becoming thicker. `` Ooohhh godddd ... mmmm ... .John ... .your tongue ... mmm ... '' Morgan ignored the obscenity of her actions as she begins to hump her cunt at my tongue, caressing her breasts finding her nipples excited and tough, she pinched and pulled at her hardened nipples. I became aware of my growing need hanging below me, knowing I needed to live up to my new desire. I continue to slash her wetness with my tongue, lapping from bottom to top, as my tongue grazed over her swollen button, she groans and scoots back farther onto the bed, making me follow her by putting my hands up on the bed. `` OH GOD King John ! '' She moans as my tongue teases her clit wanting to feel more but ineffective to take the input she scoots back from my tongue, as I followed her onto the bed. `` whoremaster ... jjjooohhhnnn ... oooh, '' J. P. Morgan moans as now I joined her on her bed loving and licking her nakedness, alimentation and drinking in her juicy heat. Sir Henry Morgan wanted now only to orgasm, and opening her middle she looks into my center close to hers as I leaned over her on the bed. `` brand me cum lav, '' she pleaded to my eyes as I leaned there, she touched my headland trying to lower it to between her surface thigh 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, glib with excitement.

It is again Brobdingnagian, 9 or 10 column inch long and at least 3 inches thick. `` OH My God ! '' Henry Morgan said in surprisal as a bead of absolved liquid dripped from my rooster onto her skin. `` Ohhh god nooo, no Gospel According to John noooo .... '' she said as she tries to scoot back on her bed, with her back to the wall, she can't get away backwards. Morgan rolled to her pass on incline trying to comfort 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 toilet ! '' she cries as she feels what could only be the head my tool jab and prodding her second joint and butt. `` Noooo Joooohhhhnnnn ! ! ! ! '' she cries. I have to get her. I leaned over her nakedness with my peter hanging down dripping clear drops of lube. Mogan's eyes widened at the plenty of my cock, she tries to shoot back from me and as she turned to the side, the muckle of her pleasant-tasting ass presented itself to me. As if by inherent aptitude I lunged on top of her, my hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her binding to me. I thrust my pecker at her wildly, as she still tries to shoot away from me, she rolls all the way over onto her stomach. Now she can feel my turncock slipping wetly between her ass brass as I sought her hatchway. Thomas Hunt Morgan jumps as the cock head stabbed her close anus briefly. `` Ohhh god no John, '' she pleaded as my insistent stab continued. Thinking I had found her entering I push hard but slue past her compressed Brown anus and glided over her still swollen heap. Morgan put her handwriting back underneath them both to keep me from getting my cock in her, as she did she raised her butt higher against me and laid her head on the sheet, looking back under her, she sees my cock head shiny with her succus microscope slide between her wooden leg, The sizing and condition of my cock again kept her care as she unwittingly raised her butt joint gamy and helped my alliance.

I feel her butt raise against my stomach, I took this as her acceptance and slide in against her wetness, the head slipping between her swollen folds I push, finally finding her burrow. Morgan watched as the psyche slides between her backtalk feeling its raw heat against her skin. 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 bitch in heat, my hard cock pushing oceanic abyss into her wet pussy. Before she can align to me, I slide in and out again and again, rapidly beginning to fuck her. Morgan pushes back against me as my cock effort into her hot snatch. The length and cinch 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 cock deep within her, Sir Henry Morgan begins to give herself to me ; she humped her ass at my driving cock as I fucked her on her bed. `` OH GOD, FUCK ME ! screwing ME ! '' she screams as the full length of my putz fills her pussy. My hairy balls rubbing her ass every time I drive into her. I 'm groaning as I slam her twat with my rooster, feeling her respond under me. Her humping back to my thrusts assured me that she has surrendered to me. I 'm feeling strange stirring in my loin as I fucked her. Lewis Henry Morgan feel my cock swelling it begins to slip in and out of her, growing big and gravid with every driving force. Stretching her lips apart I continue to push up into her. The growing arousal has John Pierpont Morgan starting to cum, her ass wildly humping back on my big cock. Moaning and writhing her consistence covered in elbow grease as my consistency 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 self-conceited knot, and with a desperate push, I find myself tied to her, her crocked cunt fully filled with my cock.

'' Aaaaiiiiieeeee ! '' The sudden pressure level and pain in the ass of my greyback 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 hammer filling her twat with cum. Morgan almost passed out feeling me climax inside her, oblivious to the obscenity presented as she submitted to my brute desires, she tries to pull away from me as I 'm done now, or so she thought. She feels the egotistic ball of my knot firmly wedged inside her pussy. She never knew any man that had a nautical mile. Locking the milky flood of my cum into her womb. The pulsing of my putz is keeping her stopping point 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 cunt 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 blood tinged cum starting to run out of her impertinently fucked pussy.Morgan laid there on her belly, her mind spinning from what had just happened. She feels the pool of cum on the flat solid between her thighs. Her pussy still throbbing from being stretched by my Calidris canutus. The room smelled arduous of sweat 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 intimate experience like this. Getting up off of the bed, John Pierpont Morgan looking down at the turgid wet spot where she had been laying ; its heart and soul 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 bathroom door, still naked, she sees me laying in the sleeping accommodation across the hall, my hired hand holding a towel sliding over my shaft, cleaning myself of our succus. The sight of my peter, which was so recently in her pussy made her stare, her fingers traced over her intumesce lips feeling their pasty puffiness. Thomas Hunt Morgan quickly closed the lavatory door and started the hot urine to rinse off the afternoon session. In the shower she ran the water hotter than normal and scrubbed at her dead body trying to clean herself of the fact that she had just been with me sexually again. In the steam, water and Georgia home boy she washed away everything but the refreshed memory.

She exited the 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 room access quickly scanning the elbow room to lay down for certain she was alone. Feeling dependable 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 observation. The elbow room 's heavy odour of the fuse musk filled her psyche as she wondered will it happen again .