Sam can't stop
From Torg Adventure
"I should have noticed how it feels," Sam says. She hasn't gotten off of you yet. She takes the condom from your hand. You figure she's going to get off you then and put the condom on. Instead, she lets herself sink back down on your cock.
"It feels so much better without this," Sam says softly. She moves slowly on your cock again. "I can really feel you, and not something artificial..."
You feel obligated somehow to be the voice of reason for a change. You're sure it's just a fluke. "Sam, if you don't stop, I'm going to end up cumming inside you without that thing on."
Sam doesn't stop moving, but the condom falls from her hand. "I can't stop," she says, staring down at you red-faced. "It feels too good." Her embarrassment doesn't stop her from going a little faster.
"Slut." You say it mildly, teasingly.
Sam turns redder. "I know." She puts her hands over her face. "Oh god, don't even look at me right now."
You reach up gently to pull Sam's hands away from her face. "But looking at you is the best part of making love to you."
Sam sighs, but smiles a little. "That made me feel a little bit better about being a whore. She squeezes your hands gently, then intertwines her fingers in yours, holding them tightly. Using that and your own strength as leverage, she begins rocking her hips forward and back as she rises up and down on your cock.
Damn, that feels good. "You're becoming very good at this, Sam," you tell her.
"This is practice for me, remember Max?" She fine turns her movements as she sees what you like. "For when I meet the right guy."
"You've been looking for the right guy for a long time, Sam."
"Too long," she admits. "But I didn't really know what I was looking for." Her grip on your hands relaxes just a bit.
"Do you know now?"
Sam looks away for a split second. "I'm starting to get a better idea."
Then she hurriedly changes the subject. "So two times left after this, Max. You'll have to wear condoms then, and we'll just hope nothing happens because of this."
"I still haven't cum yet," you remind her.
"And neither have I," Sam responds. "But we're getting there." She nods at the condom lying on the bed beside you. "Doing it without that thing is making it better for the both of us, even if it is dangerous."
"I meant that it wasn't too late for us to stop, or for me to take it out before it happens." You don't want to do either, but you're curious as to how Sam will respond.
Sam keeps moving her body over yours, slowly increasing the tempo. "I probably wouldn't even have noticed about the condom if you wouldn't have said anything. Maybe I just want to reward you for being honest, Max? You would like to actually finish in me, without a condom, wouldn't you? Just this one time?"
You don't hesitate at all. "Yes. Hell, yes."
Sam allows the slightest of evil grins to appear on her face. "Good. Because I'm the one on top. And I think I'd break your nose if you tried to pull out."
You laugh, a little surprised. "What happened to the Sam I grew up with?"
Sam appears a little shy then, demure. Despite beads of perspiration running down her face as her body gets closer and closer to climax. "She's still here. There's just a little more of something else now."
"Something else?" You're not sure what Sam is talking about. Then you feel her pussy squeezing your cock again, muscles alternating. Combined with the rocking and up and down motions, it's incredible.
"You know what it is," she moans then, looking into your eyes. "You said it before, just a few minutes ago." She squeezes you harder. "Say it again. Please, Max. I want to hear it."
"Slut." Sam bites her lip as the word leaves your mouth. You can tell it excites her.
"Yes, that's it, Max," she says softly, breathing heavier and heavier. "That's the new part of me. Or the part of me I didn't know there was. Maybe it was just sleeping." She moves faster now. "Again, please. Louder."
"Slut!" Sam's breath catches. The word drives her to the brink of orgasm, although she fights going over the edge, waiting for you.
"One more time, Max," she begs. "Call me that one more time." Her voice is urgent.
"No, Sam," you say firmly. "You say it. You tell me what you are right now."
Sam looks a little taken aback. "I can't, Max. I need you to say it for me."
"Say it, Sam," you insist. "You know you want to. Tell me what you are right now, fucking your brother, riding him like a sex-crazed animal."
"Damn it, Max," she gasps softly. Then, suddenly. "I'm a slut. A complete slut." Then you can see she is about to cum.
"Whose slut are you, Sam?" You ask her in the split second when orgasm starts to hit her.
"Oh!" She cries out. Her defenses are down. "I'm... I'm your slut, Max! All yours." Then, fighting the orgasm, she has a moment of clarity. "For tonight, for pretend I mean." Then she loses it again, as she loses the battle against the orgasm. "And for god's sake, fucking cum in my slutty pussy already!"
With encouragement like that, you can't hold back. Your cock erupts a fountain of cum directly into Sam, more so that you have ever before. Which is good, because it won't feel like when your cum leaked into her through the condom the first time, or when the condom broke the second.
Sam certainly notices the difference. "So... hot... so much of it. Filling me up, Max. It's not just my wetness this time..." She has what appear to be her most powerful orgasm of your trysts with her.
"Oh fuck, there's more," she groans, as she feels another release into her. "So deep into my poor little womb. Going... right where it belongs," she says, perhaps not even hearing her own words, lost as she is in the storm of passion.
Then her body relaxes as both of you leave orgasm behind. She sits there for a moment, then, like when this first started tonight, she rises up on your cock, and looks down.
The difference this time is that your cum is leaking out of her pussy, down the shaft of your cock. There's a lot of it, but not nearly as much as you left inside of her. And just like before, she reaches down to run her fingers over your cock, but this time instead of her wetness, her fingers come away with a think gob of your sperm. She looks at it, a little wide-eyed. She's definitely not half-asleep any more. You're not sure what she's going to think now, now that passion is gone, and reality seeps in.
How does Sam react?
