Wild Epic Desires

WARNING: This Book Contains Explicit scenes And Adult Languages

Do you like reading steamy, naughty, dirty, and filthy romances?? If your answer is yes, get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement that will get your blood pumping and your ovaries twitching.

This novel is a collection of short erotic stories. It contains all manner of sexual explicit including StepSister And Brother sex,, Office sex, Lesbian sex, Teacher and student sex, Doctor and patient, Bondage And domination, Gang sex. Etc.

Fucking Friend's Father 1

It was raining heavily as Ruth pounded on the door of her best friend's house. The lights of the house weren't on and her best friend's car wasn't in the driveway, but she was so enraged that she didn't care. She was about to give up on the door and just crash through the front window when the light in the sitting room came on and the door opened.

"What in the hell are you...." Her best friend's dad looked furious until he saw her. His jaw dropped as he looked at her. He was silent for some moment as his eyes glued on her body. Reason which Ruth didn't know and didn't even care to know. "Hey! Ruth, what's going on?"

"Where is she, Mr. Lesnar?" she asked, her face flushed. "I need to speak with Kelly right now."

"She's not in the house" He replied. He looked worried, though he wasn't looking at her. Ruth guess he had reason to be worried but that is not what she came for. That's non of her business. Her business in his house is to find her daughter and tear her flesh into pieces.

"Where is she?" Ruth demanded. "I'm going to kill her, Mr. Lesnar, I swear to God, I..."

"Ruth, please calm down," He said as he rested his hands on her shoulders, shaking her gently, though he was still looking determinedly away. "Kelly and her sister went to visit her grandmother, and they won't be back until tomorrow. Now please come inside. The rain is too much. Come inside and dry off. You're going to get sick."

He let go of her, and she stepped into the house as he pushed and shut the door behind her. The wind that was blowing her skirt around her bare legs stopped, and she immediately felt the warm air in the house against her. She glanced in the hall mirror. Her blonde hair was matted against her head, dripping water down her makeup merared face, and her skin was white as snow. She laughed, a short, desperate bark, before she burst into tears and sank down on the floor.

"What is that? what's going on? Ruth." Mr. Lesnar asked as she buried her head in her hands. She heard a door open and after a moment, a large jacket being placed around her shoulders. "Did you walk here?.... Ruth, honey, talk to me. Why are you crying? What did Kelly did go to you?. What's going on?"

She shook her head as she sobbed. "She had sex with him," She coughed. "She... she..."

"Kelly?" He asked.

"Yes, Kelly!" She almost screamed. "She slept with... she fucked my boyfriend!"

Her heart was pounding as she sobbed into her hands. Mr. Lesnar was quiet for a bit, holding the jacket against her as she cried.

"Are you sure?" Mr. lesnar asked.

"Of course I'm sure," she sobbed. "I have the p-pictures." She started to cry even harder, and she began to cough as she cried.

Mr. Lesnar grabbed her hand. "You have to calm down a bit," He said softly. "You're going to hyperventilate." He wrapped his arms around her as she sat on the floor, holding her until her coughs subsided and her sobs turned into just sniffling. As she calmed down, she began to shiver. Once she sneezed, Mr. Lesnar pulled her to her feet.

"We have to get you into some dry clothes," He said. she looked at him. He looked worried, but also angry, and his jaw kept twitching. "Come on, I will grab something of Ashl..."

"No," she said, cutting him off. "I don't want that sluts clothes on my body."

"My daughter is not a slut, Ruth," he said, "I know how hurt you are but You don't call my daughter a slut in front of me. She's still my daughter. Its hurts hearing you say that in front of me. You can say it to her face and not to her dad. Come on, there's got to be some explanation."

she shook her head. "I... I..."

"Come on, you can't wear soaking clothes. You look like you walked here under the heavy rain. Why didn't you use your car ?"

"Gas," she muttered, as he helped her up the stairs. "I'm not wearing her clothes, Mr. Lesnar, I refuse to..."

"Whatever she did to you, it's not worth you getting sick," he replied. "Nothing's that bad."

"Is that what you will say?" She shot back. she pushed him away from her and led herself to Kelly's room. Mr. Lesnar followed her, standing in the doorway as she sat down in the chair in front of her computer. Her skirt made a loud squelch as she sat, and dripped all over her floor. She opened her email and clicked on the newest message, which was from her boyfriend's best friend. she clicked on the attachment, then looked at Mr. Lesnar. "Come here, you can't see from there."

He entered the room slowly, walking up behind her, and gasped as the picture loaded. He saw his daughter. She had her head turned to look at herself in the mirror beside her. Ruth's boyfriend was behind her, his dick buried in her ass, holding her digital camera as he took a picture in the mirror.

She clicked on the next one. They must have set the timer on this one, because it showed Kelly straddling her boyfriend, with just the head of his dick nestled in her pussy. Mr. Lesnar made a small, disgusted sound, and Ruth took that as her cue to click the next picture, which was a close up of her boyfriend's dick resting against Kelly's ass, globs of cum dripping down her smooth skin. she let go of the mouse and turned the chair to look at Mr. Lesnar. "Not that bad, you think?"

He was staring at the screen, his mouth open slightly. "She's not just a slut," he finally whispered. "She's a fucking ass slut."

Ruth laughed again, that same desperate bark, and walked away from the computer. Mr. Lesnar continued to stare at the open pictures on the computer, his face looking like it was set in stone. Ruth paced Kelly's room, her desire to destroy all of her possessions gone as she tried to think of a better revenge.

"I'm going to call her," Mr. Lesnar announced suddenly. "She's returning back home right now."

"No," she said. "I haven't decided what I'm going to do to her yet."

"Deal with your boyfriend first," he replied. "I will personally deal with Kelly." He turned away from her, but not before she caught him adjusting himself. He saw her looking and turned even faster, but she could still see him in the mirror over Kelly's dresser. There was a very noticeable bulge in his pants, and Mr. Lesnar realised he had been caught.

His mouth opened, as if he were about to say something, but she made a gagging sound and took a step back.

"You're fucking sick," she gasped, backing up. "You're getting off on those pictures!"

Ruth had known the Lesnar for years. She and Kelly have been best friends since elementary school. Ruth and Kelly have always been inseparable. When they graduated from high school, neither of them had a boyfriend.

Ruth met her boyfriend during thier first year of university, which Kelly and Ruth attended together, and now, at summer break.

Mr. Lesnar and Ruth had always been close, too. His wife died when Kelly was really little, so he was always the one home. He used to take Ruth to soccer practice with Kelly when her parents couldn't drive, and when they got divorced, he let her stay at his house even though Kelly was away at camp.

Now Ruth was discovering that he got hard on watching his daughter get fucked. She couldn't believe that these people, who she had known for most of her life, were so disgusting.

"No, Ruth, that's not..." he started, covering himself and blushing as he turned to face her.

"You pervert! If I wasn't so pissed off at Kelly, I would report you. How can you be getting hard for your daughter. I thought you are a responsible father and now I can see how responsible you are. You probably fucking... touch her, don't you?"

He took a step towards her and she backed into the wall. "I would never, ever touch my daughter. Do you understand?" His face was contorted in anger. "That's not what... what this- " He motioned to his dick, which was definitely hard under his jeans " --is about."

"No?" she said, her voice shaking. Ruth was trembling as he walked towards her. "You didn't get hard looking at pictures of your little daughter getting fucked?" she shuddered, just saying the words.

He stood in front of her, his mouth open to say something. she studied him, the sick feeling she had being overcome by fear at being the only person in the house with him.

He didn't look like a pervert. In fact, there were days when she had noticed just how good looking Mr. Lesnar was. He was old enough to be her father -- he went to school with her father, even -- but he was nothing like her dad. He was in good shape, with short blonde hair, and was much taller than average. She kicked herself for thinking of that, given the present situation.

"No, I didn't," he replied finally.

"Then what was it?" she asked, her voice shaking, trying to figure out what he could possibly be getting hard on.

He stepped back from her, and she frowned, slightly confused. "You really want to know?" he said, his face red. she nodded. He swallowed hard. "You're standing there, soaking wet, and I..I can fucking see through your shirt."

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She looked down. Sure enough, her blouse was soaked through, and it was clinging to her breast. Her breasts are fairly small, and most days she don't bother wearing a bra, although in hindsight she was wearing a white shirt that day and probably should have had one on. she covered herself quickly, looking up at Mr. Lesnar and blushing furiously as she realised what she had just accused him of. "I'm so sorry," she gasped, incredibly embarrassed. "she... oh God, I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry..."

"it's fine," Mr. Lesnar mumbled. "I didn't mean to look, but... well, you're a pretty girl,and

...I..., I'm the one who should be sorry, Ruth."

She didn't say anything for a moment. Truth be told, she was actually kind of flattered, now that she knew Mr. Lesnar wasn't a perverted freak. She looked at him as he stared at the ground, his hands covering the bulge in his pants. He was a very handsome man, and as she stared at him, She began to think of a way to get back at both Kelly and her boyfriend.

She took a step forward. "You shouldn't be sorry, Mr. Lesnar. I'm kind of flattering, actually," She said.

He laughed softly. "I'm Forty, Ruth. Getting hard looking at a twenty year old girl who is my daughter's best friend -- and my best friend's daughter -- isn't a good thing. She can't help it, though. Every time you come over here, I..." he stopped, and shook his head. "God, I shouldn't be telling you that. You already think I'm sick, I shouldn't tell you that."

This was even better, she thought. she looked around the room. Kelly was a normal girl, and her room was fairly messy, but her bed was clear of stuff, and nicely made. she walked over and sat down on it, leaning on her hands and pressing her knees together as she looked at Mr. Lesnar. "I don't mind, Mr. Lesnar. In fact, it kind of helps me."

He continued to stare at the ground. "I don't see how it helps you."

"Well, I've just been cheated on by my boyfriend, and my best friend. I've always thought you were a very good looking man, and well, you obviously would be able to help me... well, get back at them."

He finally looked at her. "I can't," he said. "I mean... you're twenty."

she giggled. "And I'm all wet. How about you help me out of these wet clothes?"

"And it's my daughter... Honey, I'm mad at her, but I can't do that to her," he continued, though she noticed that her comment had made his voice tremble a bit.

"You don't understand what she did to her," she said. "Imagine that someone knew what would hurt you the worst in the world, and then they did it. I know you want to, and right now there's nothing she want more."

He stood, staring at her for a minute, looking conflicted. she bit her lip as he looked at her. "Please, Mr. Lesnar?" she said softly, pleading with him.

"Your father is going to kill me," he whispered before walking up to her. He dropped to his knees in front of her, though he was so tall that he could almost still see eye-to-eye with her. He touched her knee, and his hands were warm against her goose-bumped skin. His eyes took her in, staring at her body and looking as though he were trying to memorise the look of her wet clothes clinging to her. "You're freezing," he said, running his hands down her calves and then to the hem of her skirt. she sighed as he tried to warm her up a bit, though her skin was so damp that it wasn't doing much.

He put his hands on her hips. "Stand up," he ordered. she stood slowly, his hands guiding her up as she stood and staying on her hips. His nose was almost brushing the wet skirt, and she could tell that it was lined up against her mound. He reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. It stuck to her hips and he pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor with a sloppy thud. She shivered as she was left in just a tiny, black lace thong, the air in the room chilling her even further and causing most of her pale skin to b covered in goose-bumps. Mr. Lesnar let out an appreciative sigh and slid his hands up to her ass, his hands warm against her bare skin as he buried his face into her covered mound. He sucked her clit through the thin thong, and she gasped as her body started to tingle. He used his grip on her ass to pull her body closer to his face, his face just pressed against her . He stayed like that for a moment before he brought his hands to the waistband of the thong, slowly pulling it down her legs. Once he had it off, he stood up. she had never stood this close to Mr. Lesnar before, and had to look up to see him. He raised his hands to her shirt and started to unbutton it. Once it was undone, he peeled it away from her damp skin and dropped it to the floor. she shivered as she stood, nude, in front of him, unable to keep herself from shaking as he then took a step back and stared at her.

"Is everything okay, Mr. Lesnar?" she asked softly, concerned that he was going to back out on her. Ahe crossed her arms and rubbed her upper arms, trying to warm up.

He nodded, then paused and shook his head. "Ruth... your dad is going to kill me if I do this to you. And Kelly will hate both of us forever."

She stood naked and still shivering in front of him as her face fell. "Please..." she whispered. "I will never tell my dad... and I won't tell Kelly that you did it because of what I told you." He continued to shake his head as he stared at her. "Mr. Lesnar, please. I know you want this..."

He swallowed again. "You just want this for revenge," he said. "I..."

"I want it, though," she said, and she wasn't lying. Just having him undress her and the little bit of attention he had paid to her clit had her dripping wet. The warmth between her legs was spreading all over her lower body. "Please, I know you want this. Don't you want me, Mr. Lesnar?"

He opened his mouth, and she anticipated protest. "I will let you do anything to me that you want."

His mouth shut and he looked her straight in the eye. "Anything?"

she grinned. "Anything at all."

He stared at her for a moment longer and then began to unbuckle his belt. He could see how horny she was, so he decided to take full control. "Since you said anything. I want you to get down on your knees," He said. She dropped onto the carpeted floor obediently, looking up at him. She knew what he want her to do. She had been in that position many times. He took his belt off and walked over to her. "I guess you know what to do."

He sounded confident, but also a bit nervous, as if she wouldn't listen to him.

She grinned. Little did he know that this was one of Ruth's favourite parts of sex. She loved to suck dick, and she loved to look up and watch as the guy she was sucking got off. she reached up and unbuttoned Mr. Lesnar's pants, sliding them down his legs, and teasing his dick through his boxers. she reached back up and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, slowly bringing them down. His dick sprang out, and she grinned, impressed.

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He jumped a bit as she wrapped a hand around him, probably because her hands were freezing. His dick was of average length, but incredibly thick. she flicked her tongue against his tip, licking the underside of his shaft lightly before twirling her tongue around his tip. She heard Mr. Lesnar gasp and she continued to lick his smooth dick, coating him with her saliva until it was glistening. Once it was wet, she took his tip in her mouth and sucked gently. Mr. Lesnar groaned and she slide him in her mouth a bit more. she sucked him a little more, stroking his wet dick with her other hand as she bobbed her head teasingly on him. Each time she moved on his dick, she let it slide a little further in her mouth, until she had as much as she could handle, which she was proud to say was most of it. She glanced up. Mr. Lesnar's hands were resting on the back of her head, and his eyes were squeezed shut. she kept sucking on his dick, raising her other hand to gently rub his balls. The second she touched them, Mr. Lesnar groaned and pushed her head further on his dick. she started to gag as he hit the back of her throat, her nose buried in his dark hair. He stopped pushing her head and she pulled back, gasping, and looked up at him. He opened his mouth, and she was sure he was about to apologize when she giggled and went right back to sucking his dick.

He let her suck him for a couple more minutes before he gently pulled her away. she let his dick fall out of her mouth with a pop, and looked up at him. He was looking at her, and reached down to help her to her feet.

"That's not the first time you've done that," he stated.

she laughed. "Mr. Lesnar, you didn't think I was a virgin, did you?"

He blushed, looking down. she reached up and started lifting the hem of his shirt. He let her take it off him, so they were both standing naked in his daughter's room. "I imagined you were," he finally said. "I've thought about... about this... for a long time."

she was a little shocked at his admission, but she giggled. she hadn't been a virgin for a few years now. "What did you think about, Mr. Lesnar?" she asked, looking at him with the best innocent look she could muster as she stood even closer to him.

He reached out and put his hands on her slim hips, pulling her body close to him. she had started to warm up a bit, but she was still fairly cold from the rain, and his warm skin felt wonderful against her. "I think you can call me lesnar now, you know," he said.

She had known Mr. Lesnar for years, but never called him by his name with putting Mr. So she giggled, let a hand trail down to his dick, and squeezed it gently. "Okay, Lesnar," she said.

He groaned and leaned down, brushing his lips against hers softly. she let go of his dick and wrapped her hands around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer to her as they kissed. she could feel his dick pressed against her stomach, hard against her, and she sighed softly. He ground against her a bit, rolling his hips and moving his lips to her neck, burying his head against her shoulder as he just rubbed his dick against her. The thought that he was enjoying it so much was making her even wetter.

"I should take you to my room," he whispered, his voice muffled against her skin.

she shook her head vigorously. "Let's stay in here," she replied, taking a step backwards and pulling him towards Kelly's bed. "Don't you think it'll be fun, Mr. St... I mean, Lesnar?" She sat down on her bed, craning her head to look up at him. "I think it's so sexy, you fucking me on your daughter's bed. Didn't you say you imagined this?"

He laughed and got on the bed, pushing her on her back and kissing her neck again. "I didn't say what I imagined," he said, as he moved his lips down her neck and against her breasts. "I imagined licking your entire body as you squirmed underneath me. I imagined stripping off that little bikini you always wear when you and Kelly go into the hot tub." His lips were just above her nipple, and each time he talked, they brushed against it. "I imagined fucking you for your first time ever, feeling that tight little virgin hole wrapped around my fat dick."

she moaned at his words, and gasped as he started to suck her nipple. He fondled her other breast with his other hand, pinching that nipple each time he raked his teeth against the one in his mouth. Each moment of attention he paid to her nipples caused her clitoris to throb, until she could hardly take it anymore and tried to reach down to rub herself.

He grabbed her hands and pushed them next to her, then started to kiss down her stomach. she trembled in excitement every moment his mouth got nearer to her pussy, until he started to lick the juices that had dripped onto her legs.

"Please, Mr. Lesnar," She gasped. His mouth was so close to her clit that she was struggling to grind against him.

"I like hearing you beg," He whispered. "But I told you to call me Lesnar. Now what do you want?

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"Please..." she moaned, squirming. "Please Lesnar... you know what I want."

"Say it," he demanded. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"I... I w-want you to lick me..."

"she am licking you, honey. I'm licking your leg."

She groaned in frustration, desperate to be touched. "Lick her pussy! Suck my pussy" she gasped. "Please, please..."

He flicked his tongue against her wet slit, licking the length of it before he slid his tongue into her pussy. she moaned softly, lifting herself to push his tongue in further. Mr. Lesnar let go of her hands and brought them to her pussy, rubbing her slit before he slide a finger in. At the same time, he flicked his tongue against her clit. she almost went crazy, grinding against his finger as he took her clit in her mouth and began to suck it.

She gasped and writhed under him, her hands trailing down to rest against his head and push him closer to me. He thrust his finger in her slowly, ignoring her grinding efforts to make him go faster. After a moment, he pulled his finger all the way out, then pushed it back in accompanied by another finger. She cried out loudly as he began moving them faster, curling his fingers to rub her g-spot as he sucked on her clit. she gasped, feeling herself getting close to orgasm as he finger-fucked her tight hole.

"God... I'm close..." she panted. Mr. Lesnar quickened his pace, gently raking his teeth against her clit as he sucked on it, and shoving his fingers as deep as he could in her pussy.

shet didn't take much of that before she felt her pussy tighten around his fingers and the warm, shuddering tingle run through her body. she gasped and panted, squirming under him. It seemed to last for ages, as waves of pleasure ran through her body. He never stopped moving his hand or took his mouth away from clit, just kept going at it as she shuddered beneath him. As she started coming down from it, he slowed his fingers and just licked at her clit, until she fell limp, gasping. He licked her juices up, removing his fingers from her pussy and looking up at her as he licked them clean. She tried to catch her breath as she watched him. Once he was done, he moved up against her. She leaned over and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.

She ran her tongue along his bottom lip, licking up any juice she could. Mr. Lesnar sighed and kissed her back, his hand resting against her breast and rubbing it gently.

She couldn't believe the orgasm he had given me.She had never cum like that from a guy eating her out before. In fact, she don't think she had ever cum like that. Even a few minutes after he had moved away from her pussy, she was still trembling from the orgasm.

Mr. Lesnar was watching her, and she looked over at him. He laughed. "I guess that was good?" he said.

She nodded. "I'm almost sorry that this isn't my first time," She whispered. "I've never cum like that before."

He pulled her close to him, rubbing her entire body, and pressing his dick against her. "it's okay, honey," he said, kissing her neck as he rubbed her breasts. "Can I fuck you now?"

"Yes, please," she giggled. "How do you want me?"

He laughed, lifting himself over top of her and nestling between her legs. "I want you like this first," he said. "I want to look at you."

The tip of his dick was pressed against her entrance, and with a slight push, his tip slid into her pussy. She gasped and he slide the rest of his dick inside her, slowly, until he was buried to the hilt in her pussy. He held himself there for just a moment, and she moaned, unable to help herself from pushing up against him. His eyes were shut, as if he were just happy to be sheathed in her tight pussy for the time being, but when she started to move he opened them and leaned down, kissing her as he started to fuck her slowly, but deeply. His pace quickened eventually, though by agonizingly slow intervals, until he had a regular pace that was just fast enough for Ruth to feel another orgasm coming on.

Mr. Lesnar wasn't just going to let her have another one, though, and he stopped for a moment, just resting against her as she tried to grind against him. "I want you on top of me," he said in her ear, as he kissed her neck.

They switched positions quickly, and she straddled him, on top of his dick in an instant. she started to ride him, moving on top of his dick hard and fast. Mr. Lesnar reached down and rubbed her clit as she rode him. Being so close already, as well as the extra stimulation, She came again, bucking wildly on top of him and falling forward slightly. Mr. Lesnar thrust up into her as she came, sucking on her nipples as she leaned forward until she started moving against him again. His hands were resting on her ass, and she had a pretty good pace going when she suddenly felt his finger against her back hole.

she gasped and looked at him. He looked back up at her, and she was about to ask him what he was doing when he slipped just the tip of his finger into her ass. His hand was covered in her juices, so it slid in easily. she cried out, partially in shock, but mainly because it felt amazing. she started to move against him harder, moving forward to feel his dick deep in her pussy and moving back to feel his finger penetrate her ass. Eventually, Mr. Lesnar pulled her forward, so her breast were pressing against his chest, and pulled his finger out.

"Has anyone fucked you there before?" he asked softly. she shook her head, looking at him nervously as he held her still on top of him. He looked back at her, that same nervous glint in his eye that he had when he told her to get on her knees. "Can I" she whispered.

She considered it for a moment. she thought anal sex was disgusting, but the feeling of his finger in her ass had been amazing. she looked at him again, and he smiled nervously. "You said anything..." he said, and she thought he would start begging her.

"I did say anything," she agreed. she thought for a moment more, and the image of her boyfriend with his dick buried in kelly's ass came to her. The thought made her angry, and she looked back at Mr. Lesnar. "Only if we can take a picture," she said to him.

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He looked surprised. "A picture?" he said blankly, before comprehension dawned on him. "Right..."

He pulled her off of him and she rolled onto her back as he stood up. Kelly's digital camera was sitting on the desk next to her computer, and after grabbing that, he started digging through the drawers of her night table and dresser. "She's got to have lube around here," he explained as he looked. "She's obviously done... that... before."

"Check the bottom drawer," she said, and she was right. Mr. Lesnar pulled out a small tube and crawled back onto the bed.

Her leaned over and kissed her. "It'll feel really good after a bit, she promise," he said with his lips against hers.

"Okay," she whispered.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said. she did, her ass facing him as she turned. she heard him open the tube and she squeezed her eyes shut. He put a hand on her ass, rubbing gently before she felt his other hand against her hole. His finger was cold, but slid against her hole easily. He pushed it inside her again, and she bit her lip. It still felt good, but his dick was a hell of a lot thicker than his finger, and she was almost terrified of having something that big in her ass. He took his finger out and put more lube on it, before pushing his finger back into her hole. Only this time, after he put it in, he started to push the next finger in, too. she cried out softly.

"It's okay," he whispered, his other hand rubbing her comfortingly. "It's going to hurt a bit but I promise it'll be okay. Just relax."

"How am I supposed to relax when you've got two fingers in my ass?" she gasped.

"You could start by opening your eyes," he said. she did. "Now, look. You can watch me in the mirror."

she looked to the side, at Kelly's dresser across the room. Mr. Lesnar was looking at her through the mirror, smiling softly but looking concerned. "Is it okay?" he said. "I'll stop if you really want me to."

She considered it, but shook her head. "No, keep going," she said softly. she stared into the mirror as he fingered her ass for a bit, before pulling his fingers out. He put even more lube on and returned. This time, when he pushed both fingers in, it did feel a lot better. she think watching him was part of the reason it was so hot. He stared at his hand, watching himself finger-fuck her ass, all the while looking confident. she moaned softly and he looked up, grinning in the mirror.

"Think you're almost ready?" he said. she nodded and he pulled his fingers away. He picked up the tube again and squeezed a little more onto her ass, then more into his hand. she watched as he coated his dick, biting her lip as he touched himself. He watched her watching him. "Like watching a guy jerk off?" he asked. she blushed, but nodded. He laughed softly, finished rubbing the lube onto his dick, then put his hands on her hips and turned her just slightly, so she would have a better view of his dick going into her ass in the mirror. she started to feel nervous again as she watched him position himself behind her. His hands were on her hips as he pulled her a bit closer to him. "Relax," he said.

She bit her lip, looking in the mirror as he pushed his tip against her. She could feel it pressing at her opening. "You have to relax, Ruth," he said again. He reached around her slender hips, one of his slick hands finding her clit and circling it gently. "Relax for me, okay?" he whispered, and she nodded, sighing as he rubbed her clit. she could feel his other hand on her ass, moving to slowly start guiding his dick into her. His tip pressed against her hole and she took a deep breath as he started to push into her.

"It hurts," she whimpered, bracing herself against the bed.

"My whole tip isn't even in yet, honey," he said. "Just relax." He kept pushing, and she tensed beneath him as she felt him go further. He stopped for a moment, letting her adjust to just having the tip of his dick in her ass. "Look in the mirror," he said suddenly.

She shook her head. "I don't want to see yet," she replied.

He laughed. "You sure? It looks really hot..."

She shook her head again and Mr. Lesnar put his hands back on her hips, pushing himself a little further into her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, as he pushed slowly but steadily into her ass. "You're so fucking tight..." he whispered, and she heard his voice shake slightly. "Are you doing okay?"

She nodded, even though she wasn't sure her ass could stretch much more to fit the rest of the dick that was currently impaling her. Tears had sprung into her eyes, and she couldn't do anything to stop herself shaking. He groaned suddenly, still pushing. she started to pant a bit as she began to squirm a bit underneath him.

"Mr. Lesnar, I don't think I can take anymore," she whispered, her voice soft but shaking considerably. "It really hurts now."

"Look in the mirror," he said.

She turned her head and looked. She guess she didn't have to worry about taking any more of his dick, because he was completely buried in her ass. she gasped, her pussy throbbing as she stared at the image of his dick buried in her ass. "Take the picture," she suddenly gasped. "God, this is hot..."

He picked up Kelly's digital camera, pointing it at the mirror. she stared at the camera in the mirror, and blinked when the flash went off. He dropped the camera and rested his hands on her lower back. "I'm gonna start fucking you now, okay?" he said.

She nodded, a little nervous. "Go really slowly," she said.

He laughed again and started to pull out of her ass. she sighed in relief, relaxing as he pulled out. Eventually, just his tip was left in, and he started to push back in. It was much less painful this time, though she was still pretty uncomfortable once he was fully inside her. She bit her lip, unconsciously trying to pull herself away from him. Mr. Lesnar's hands had moved to her hips, though, and were holding her in place. She made a small, frustrated noise, and he started to pull back again. His pace was slow, but steady.