All Chapters of Wet Intentions (A Collection of Tales): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“This is just the start of how I’m gonna ruin you tonight,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “I’m gonna pump every last drop of my thick ball batter into this greedy cum-dump until your cunt overflows like a broken faucet, leaking my seed for days.” I reached down and spread my puffy pussy lips wide with my fingers, showing him the obscene, creamy mess inside. Strings of cum stretched between my folds, glistening under the living room lights. “Do it,” I begged like a desperate slut. “Shove that thick cock back into my sloppy, cum-filled cunt. Stretch my sore cunt again please.” He lined up the fat, veiny head and pushed in slowly at first. The wet, squelching sound was loud and disgusting as he sank balls-deep into my cum-packed pussy. All the previous loads made it glide like a fucking slip-n-slide, but my greedy walls still clamped down tight around him. He bottomed out with a groan, his heavy balls pressing against my ass. “Fuck, your cunt is still so goddamn h

Tyler held my gaze as he pushed forward, his thick cock stretching me open. I gasped sharply as he sank deeper, filling me completely until his heavy balls pressed against my ass. The fullness was overwhelming, almost too much, but so fucking good. He held still for a moment, letting me adjust, his blue eyes burning into mine. “God, you feel incredible,” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “Your pussy is so tight and hot. I can feel you squeezing me like you never want me to leave.” He started moving, slow deep strokes at first that gradually built into harder, more powerful thrusts. The wet slapping of his body against mine grew louder as he fucked me harder. My tits bounced wildly with every slam, and he pinned my wrists above my head with one big hand while driving into me. “Tell me how it feels, baby,” he demanded, staring into my eyes. “Tell me how your best friend’s father’s big cock feels stretching your little cunt.” “mmm-ah, it feels so fucking good,” I moaned, my

I stepped into Mr Landon Carr's corner office with my heart pounding with dirty excitement and my tight pencil skirt hugging my round ass and my white blouse unbuttoned low enough to show the lacy red bra barely containing my full tits. I was so fucking wet already just thinking about what I was going to do to him. Landon sat behind his massive oak desk looking every bit the powerful CEO with his short dark hair silver at the temples sharp jaw and those piercing green eyes that always lingered on my body during meetings. He was forty-seven married and completely off-limits but that only made me want his thick cock more. I locked the door behind me with a soft click and sauntered over holding a folder of reports I didn't really need. "Mr Carr I need your signature right now" I purred letting the folder slip so papers scattered across his desk and i bent over slowly arching my back so my skirt rode up high exposing the bottom curves of my ass and the thin black thong disappearing

I cleaned myself up as best I could in the bathroom after that filthy conference table pounding, but Landon's thick warm cum was still leaking steadily from my well-used pussy, soaking my thighs and making my ruined thong completely useless, so I slipped it off, stuffed it into my purse, and walked back to his corner office after hours feeling like the nastiest, sluttiest office whore alive. The building was mostly empty now, the lights dimmed down low, and when I stepped inside and locked the door behind me, he was already waiting, suit jacket tossed aside, shirt unbuttoned, his big cock half-hard again and glistening from earlier use, making my mouth water instantly. "Get the fuck over here, you cum-dripping office whore," he growled deeply, grabbing me by the waist and yanking me close so his mouth crashed against mine in a rough, hungry kiss while his strong hands roamed everywhere, squeezing my full tits hard and slapping my round ass with loud smacks that made me moan int

James stood up slowly, towering over me with his massive erection straining hard against his greasy work pants. His eyes burned with raw lust as he looked down at my trembling body still spread open on the workbench, my chest heaving and my pussy still twitching from the powerful orgasm he'd just forced out of me. "Get those tits out for me, you cheating little slut. I want to see what I'm working with while I decide how I'm gonna fuck you next." I quickly pulled my dress down off my shoulders, letting my full, heavy breasts spill free into the cool garage air. My nipples were rock hard, aching from the intense orgasm. James groaned in approval, stepping forward to palm them roughly and squeezed the soft flesh, pinching and tugging my sensitive nipples between his thick, grease-stained fingers. "Fuck, these tits are perfect. They're nice and soft with such hard little nipples. Bet your husband doesn't titty-fuck you either, does he? Doesn't slap his cock between them and use yo