Two weeks after their previous meeting, Sylvia and Dr Parris meet once again, but this time, he takes her to his house! But, will they continue their relationship after their roughest 'appointment' ever, in the final episode?
This 6,500 word story contains double handed fisting, sixty nine positioning, and a good hard probing in a sex swing -- double penetration with cock and fist!
He plunged his hand straight into me, as if dipping into a wallet. I opened my eyes to smile at his hand entering me, and my ***** hole tightened around it to take it inside myself. His cold latex touch rubbing against my soft fleshy walls still made my body quiver. He knew how to make me feel pleasure, and his hand pushed further inside me, groping around my walls.
“Ooh, yes!” I said, lifting my knees up and widening them.
“You like that, Sylvia?” His weight pushed on the bed, and his naked knees brushed into my toes.
“Uhm… yes!” I looked up into his eyes, with his **** still there, fully erect. I couldn’t wait for that to get inside me as well – one way or another.
My eyes opened wide, and I snapped my head back down with a thud. His other warm, uncovered hand pressed into my *****’s entrance. God, he had both his hands inside me now: one covered in latex and icy coldness, and the other with his naked flesh, warm. The sensations of both his hands contrasted, but his naked hand rubbing along my inner walls, to catch up with the other one, gave me a much more intimate feeling. Either way, his touch sent me wild – latex or no – and my ***** walls and abdomen clenched to seal him inside me.
“God, I love your pussy, Sylvia.” He pressed more of himself onto the bed, and pushed both his arms inside me all the way, to make me groan out in pleasure. I still lay back, but couldn’t keep myself pressed against the bed, and I leaned my head forward in reflex through my gasps.
His hands, both of them, one latex and one bare, pressed all the way up inside me now, rubbing and clenching my tightening walls with each inch they conquered, sending more and more pleasure through me. Both his hands doubled the pleasure, as they naturally would have, and the fingertips scraping along my most sensitive areas made me gasp out in ecstasy. I had to have Dr Parris for this reason. His man hands made me feel pleasure in places a boy’s **** couldn’t.
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Published August 23, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.