Training Marco
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Desperate for a job, Marco is hired by the captivating Ellie and finds himself drawn into her marriage with the confident Frank. Trapped between Ellie's seduction and Frank's unsettling attention, Marco discovers desires he never knew he had. In a world with no rules, he must decide what he truly wants before he loses himself completely.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BiSexual Group Sex Spitting
# Inside
He pushed inside her.
She was warm, soft, and extremely wet. She was so wet that his cock just slid in, no resistance, no friction. Just heat and wetness and the feeling of being swallowed up.
He froze, buried to the root, and tried to process it. He’d had sex before. A few times. Quick, clumsy things in the back of his car or in a girl’s bedroom while her parents were out. It had never felt like this. Never been this wet, this hot, this easy.
He started to move. Slow, uncertain strokes, and he still couldn’t quite feel it. The wetness was too much. She was soaked, and his cock was gliding through it, and it was good but also strange, like fucking air.
Then Ellie tightened her pussy.
It was like a hand gripping him. Squeezing him from base to tip, and suddenly he could feel everything. Every inch of her. The walls of her pussy clenching around him, hot and tight and perfect.
Marco gasped. “You’re so wet.”
Ellie smiled up at him. “Thanks to you.”
He shook his head. He was moving inside her now, slow and deep, and every stroke felt incredible. He couldn’t believe this was happening. “I can’t understand why. I don’t understand it. You’re so beautiful.”
Ellie reached up and touched his face. Her fingers traced his jaw, his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth. “You don’t appreciate yourself. You look in the mirror. You look how hot you are. How fucking hot you are. Don’t you know?”
Marco stared at her. “No.”
“I love that.” She smiled, and her pussy clenched around him again, and he groaned. “That’s how it should be. You don’t know how fucking hot you are.”
Her hands moved down to his chest, her fingers playing with his chest, light and teasing. “Since the first time I saw you, I just wanted to do this with you. But I didn’t want to put you off.”
Marco started moving faster. He couldn’t help it. His hips had a mind of their own, and every time he pushed into her, she squeezed him, and it felt too good to stop.
Ellie grabbed his chin and made him look at her. “Hey, big boy. Don’t be rude. Before you start fucking me harder, at least kiss me.”
Marco blinked. “I’m sorry.”
Ellie laughed, that warm, musical sound, and she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down.
Her mouth found his, and she kissed him. Her lips were soft and her tongue was demanding, and she pushed it into his mouth and found his tongue. They moved together, wet and hot and desperate. Marco groaned into her mouth, and his hips started moving harder.
He fucked her while he kissed her. Deep, hard strokes that made the bed shake, and Ellie met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his, her legs wrapping around his waist. Her nails dug into his back, and the sting of it made him push deeper. She moaned into his mouth.
“Harder,” she whispered against his lips. “Fuck me harder.”
He did. He grabbed a bunch of her hair in his fist and drove into her, and the sound of it was obscene, wet and slick, their bodies slapping together. Ellie’s moans got louder, and her pussy was clenching around him in a rhythm that was driving him crazy.
He pulled back from the kiss and looked down at her. Her head was thrown back, her dark hair spread across the pillow, her lips swollen and wet. Her breasts were moving with every thrust, bouncing, the nipples hard and dark. He couldn’t resist. He bent down and took one in his mouth.
Ellie gasped. Her hand came up and grabbed his hair, holding him there, and he sucked and licked and bit gently, and her pussy squeezed him so hard he almost came right then.
“Fuck,” he said, his mouth still on her breast. “Fuck, Ellie.”
“Right there,” she said. “Keep doing that. Don’t stop.”
He moved to the other breast, and she arched her back, pushing herself up into his mouth. His cock was sliding in and out of her, and the wetness was everywhere, on his thighs, on his balls, on the sheets beneath them.
Ellie grabbed his face and pulled him back up to her mouth. She kissed him again, fierce and hungry, and she bit his lower lip. He groaned, and his hips slammed forward, and he was so deep inside her he could feel her cervix. She whimpered.
“I’m close,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
He didn’t stop. He fucked her harder, faster, his cock pounding into her, and she was meeting every thrust, her body moving with his like they’d been doing this for years. Her legs tightened around his waist, and her nails raked down his back. She threw her head back and moaned, long and low, and her pussy started to clench around him in waves.
“Oh god,” she said. “Oh god, oh fuck, I’m coming, I’m...”
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