serge-marshennikov: 017. 2004 light and shadow 70x47cm
Looking Up At Me
Looking up at me while you cup my hard, tight balls in your hands…and feast on my cock…sliding the length of it into your warm, wanting mouth. My eyes close as I slump against the wall. My legs liquefy and my mind melts as your tongue dances and swirls around my cock. Your nails graze my scrotum, making it contract, shooting sparks through my body. I steady myself on your shoulders, your soft skin yielding between my fingers. Your nose tickles my pubic hair; your breath drifts through its strands.
You place your hands on my hips…pulling me in closer…relaxing your throat as I slide in deeper. I pull back out. “Mmmm,” you coo. “I taste your precum.” Greedy for more, you put your tongue in my egress…lapping up all that is there, seeking more. My cock shudders on your tongue. The temperature difference is powerfully arousing. The shaft of my cock, glazed in your saliva, cools in the air of the room; the head of my cock is scalded in your molten mouth. Your breasts nuzzle my thighs. My breathing is erratic. I can feel the makings of my orgasm churning, roiling deep within me.
My breath quickens, exciting you. You feed off of my building arousal. You slip the fingers of one hand into your pussy, finding it hot and wet now. With the other hand you rhythmically stroke my balls, coaxing them into releasing their juices into your eagerly awaiting throat. I wrap my hands in your hair, as I begin fucking your mouth with increasing intensity. My fingers entwined in your hair, the rocking of my hips slows as the determined bobbing of your head accelerates. Your tongues swathes my cock, which bloats, feeling as though it might split itself open. You moan sultrily, the reverberations ricocheting down my shaft deep into my loins. I feel my orgasm coiling within like a great spring. The suction within your mouth strengthens as you strive to pull me in deeper, enveloping me, swallowing me. You part your lips, breaking the suction. I feel the tip of your tongue extend and dance on the front of my tightened scrotum. My spine jellies; my head spins; my cock pulses against the roof of your mouth. The cool air on my cock snaps me back. Refocused, I push you back by your shoulders, extracting my cock at the last possible moment. You fall back, your right hand buttressing you as your left remains knuckle deep in your pussy, gyrating against your tumid walls. I look you in the eyes, my cock bobbing, glistening in angry shades of red and purple. You look at me quizzically, disappointed. I lean down hurriedly, grasping you under the arm. “Here! Quick!” I say, pulling you indelicately toward the couch. “I need your pussy in my mouth now!” You tumble back on the sofa like a rag doll, your legs falling open. I extract your hand and draw your sodden fingers in my mouth, licking them clean, savoring your full, floral, feminine flavor. I slide my hands under your thighs, anchoring them apart with my arms. I bring my palms to rest on your majestic breasts, seeking out your nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. Finding them, I roll them between my fingers, lightly pinching them on occasion. But my focus, my raison d’être, at that moment, is to feast on your pussy. I look on it cravingly. Pausing to draw in a deep breath, filling my lungs with heavy scent of your arousal, I lunge, sucking your petals between my lips, nudging your bulging clit with my nose as I plunge my tongue into you, fathoming you, drinking you, feeling your essence warm me as it flows over my tongue and down my throat.
I feel you spiraling out of control…into pure ecstasy. You raise your hips up to me…grabbing my hair in your hands, pulling me harder to you. You cry out, grinding against me. A guttural “ngha!” bursts from your throat. Your thighs quiver in my cradling arms. Suddenly your pussy spasms in my mouth, your pussylips kissing me back as your pulsing canal scrambles to pull me in deeper. As your orgasm subsides, I look up at you. You wipe sweat-matted locks from your forehead. Your breasts, topped with their hard ripe-berry nipples, roll on your heaving ruddied chest. I kiss your radiant, slathered mound and ask, “How was that?”
With your blue eyes glittering, you reply, “Unbelievable!” Freeing your legs, you put you feet on my shoulders and push me back.
“Wait! I’m not done!” I protest.
“Damn right you’re not, buster!” as you lay me flat on the floor.
Happy to see that I’m still rock hard, you quickly straddle me and lower your pussy onto me slowly…still contracting from an amazing orgasm. I can tell you want to be fucked…hard. You start moving up and down slowly at first, but soon increase the pace. I reach up and hold your breasts in my hands…playing with your nipples as you ride me. Before long you are riding at a frenzied pace…my hard cock dredging along you g-spot again and again…as I thrust my hips up to meet you. I feel the juices squirting from you, coating me, bathing me, as you come again. You look down to see the warm liquid running down your thighs. Spent, you lie down on top of me for a cuddle….but just for a few minutes. “I have some unfinished business to attend to…,” you say as you right yourself.
Slowly, with purpose, you slide your moist body down the length of me…smiling with pleasure as my straining cock exits you. Planting little kisses on my neck, chest, and belly, you work your way lower…until at last you find what you seek. You tease my cockhead a bit, putting just the tip in your mouth, sucking hard, and releasing with a loud pop. Your hand is on my balls. They tighten, harden, ache. You turn your attention to them, sliding one into your mouth..sucking gently..swirling it around. Then the other, licking and sucking thoroughly. Next you slide both into your mouth together, sucking and tonguing greedily as your hand works its way up and down my hard shaft. You look up at me, release my balls…and say, “I want you to fuck my mouth until you cum. Please…let me drink your juices….”
A hearty, insistent “mmmmm” rumbles in my throat. My legs splayed, I run my fingers through your hair, gazing into your eyes as my teased cock bobs and hovers above my abdomen. I consider your offer. With a determined chuckle I retort, “Only if I can drink yours too.” With a vixenly giggle, you rise up on all fours, trailing your tongue from the bottom of my balls to the tip of my cock, expelling a bead of precum which you relish as it’s deposited on your tongue. Gripping the base of my cock in your right hand, you pivot. Your left knee tenderly collides with my shoulder. When it does, you lift your leg, carefully settling it on the left side of my head. I slither my hands between your thighs and place my spread hands on the glorious globes of your ass. It’s close between your legs, the heat of your pussy is searing. With a wanton giggle, I feel your warm mouth glide down me welcomingly. My body jolts as your tongue swirls around my shaft. I feel your breath drifting across the electrified skin of my scrotum. I push your hips down with my hands, feeling your pussy again kissing my lips. I part your petals with my tongue. Your honey, spiced with my precum, flows over my tongue. The thought of you lapping your heady pussy elixir off my steely shaft explodes my mind. I explore you desperately with my tongue as my chin grinds on your screaming clit.
Your intentions of slowly teasing me are shattered when you feel my mouth on you. As your arousal builds, so does your need to have me deep in your mouth. You suck me in deep and raise back up, over and over…almost frantically. Your hands squeeze my balls…milking me…wanting me to expel my cum in you. I feel your orgasm building; your thighs spasm as your press your pussy into my mouth, your pussylips kissing me deeply. You suck me harder and faster, keen to have me come with you.
My hips jerk and thrust, an involuntary response to the feeling of your tongue and hands straining to stuff as much of my sex into your thirsty mouth. I reciprocate trying to take in as much of you as I can: your petals, your bloated outer lips, your estatic clit, your mound. You throw your thighs wide, pinning me to the floor with your vulva. I can’t breathe. I don’t care. I devour you, drinking you like a shipwrecked man at an oasis. If you are my last meal, so be it.
My balls are so hard and tight. My body starts to convulse, I moan into your pussy. You cry out as your orgasm comes crashing in waves…enveloping you in bliss. You plunge down over me, taking my cock all the way down your throat. My cock quivers and bursts, shooting my seed into you. You hungrily swallow it all as my body jerks and spasms beneath you. Exhausted but satisfied, you crawl back up me and, wrapped around each other, we sleep.
Every couple of years we go to the beach for vacation.
We are fortunate to have access to a place right on the shore and the master bedroom has a balcony that looks out over the ocean. We’ll be going back there this summer.
One night while we are there, very late so that is completely dark and all the neighbors houses are quiet, she will get out of bed, strip naked, and lead me to that balcony.
I’ll be stumbling backwards as she presses me out the door, my tongue in her mouth and my hands clutching at her flesh.
Once through the door she will push me down so that I am sitting with my back against the rail and my face is buried between her legs. All I can hear is her breathing and the surf and they sound very similar as she gets close to the end.
I know this will happen because it happens every time we go there. It is the one thing we do together that she will bring up completely out of the blue and talk about with a far away desire in her voice.
“I wish we were at the beach tonight, on our balcony,” or “I really wish you were eating my pussy while I stared at the ocean.”
She loves that balcony. She talks about the way the wind feels against her skin. She talks about the darkened windows of the houses farther down the strand. She talks about the smell of the sea. She talks about how hard she comes.
I love that balcony too because all I am required to do is sit there, with the feel of gritty sand on my ass and a warm woman on my mouth, and make her feel good. It is her perfect orgasm in her perfect place.
Only five months away!
(a fantastic recollection by mysexualsuperior)
“No.” Adrenalin shot through my veins. My eyes widened; my hands shook. I felt cold.
“No, no, no, no!” I tapped feverishly on the keyboard as I stared at my dark computer screen in panicked disbelief. A second, commandingly loud clap of thunder bested me. The power was out.
“FUCK!” I screamed at the computer, at myself, at nature, at no one in particular. I stood and paced, weaving my fingers into my hair and gripping my scalp, terrified. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck….” I muttered. “OK, did I save? I think I saved,” I fretted, attempting to piece together a mental checklist, and attempting to soothe myself. “I’m pretty sure I saved,” I said with feigned assurance.
I’d been up much of the night writing. Snatching a couple of hours of sleep, I woke with her alarm and resumed. My editor was awaiting.
I stood still, hands still atop my head, and stared at my comatose computer, which stared blankly back. With the hum of the desktop’s fan, the a/c, the refrigerator and the other household consumers all silenced, the house was mystically quiet. The only sound was the patter of rain on the roof and the occasional surge of thunder.
“Well, since you’re sleeping,” I reasoned aloud, motioning in disgust toward my slumbering desktop, “I might as well catch some sleep too.” I turned toward the bed. “Can’t do anything ’til the power’s back anyway,” I mumbled under my breath, vexed, resigned. A distant roll of thunder concurred.
I lay on the bed. Exhausted, the house warm and close in this summer storm, bedding wasn’t necessary. I crossed my right foot over my left, laid my arms up, bending at right angles above my head, and, amid the falling rain’s white noise, was almost immediately asleep.
* * * * *
I stirred. I felt chilled, but my cock felt warm and swathed. Drifting between sleep and consciousness, I was certain I was in a dream. I shifted slightly on the bed and went back to sleep, enjoying the subtle swelling of my cock as I dozed. I felt a swirling and tugging on my unfurling sex which snapped me awake with a start. I drew in a sharp breath. I tried to bring my right hand to my eyes to brush the sleep away but found it immobilized. I tried with my left but found it similarly cinched.
“What the fuck?” I hissed, struggling against the binds, discovering my legs were also tied. I raised my head and saw you, eyes wide: Your mouth had fully engulfed my cock, your nose tickled my pubic hair as your golden locks brushed the front of my hips. Adrenalin roared through me, making my heart force more blood into my already burgeoned cock.
You lifted your mouth from my length, and looked at me devilishly, my glazed shaft nuzzled against your left cheek. With a stern smile you admonished, “Shhh…don’t make me gag you, mister.” You rocked your head up and down, my steely shaft sliding against your warm, soft cheek. You closed your eyes briefly, enraptured. You opened them, and looked at me vixenly. “You’ve been naughty today, sleeping on the job….” Your voice trailed off as you rose to your knees. “Now you have to pay the price.” My cock jolted at the implications, expelling a bead of precum that spilled from my bloated glans and splashed on my abdomen. You rose to your knees between my wide-stretched legs. My cock bobbed in time with my heart, hovering helplessly over my belly. I felt my scrotum tighten. “Well, OK…if I must…,” I resigned playfully to your demands. I relaxed, sinking into the bed. My eyes danced on your body, drinking in your eyes, feasting on your tits, craving your belly, your pussy, your thighs. I felt tumblings deep within my loins.
You smiled coyly as you bent back down, your eyes never breaking with mine. You ran your right hand along my left thigh from my knee to my hip; my scrotum contracted synchronously. Your hand crept along the front of my pelvis, your fingers slithering through my pubic hair. You caught the base of my aching cock in the crook where your thumb and forefinger join. Uprighting my shaft, you swallowed me wholly, surely, deeply.
My mind spun as your tongue swirled. I tried to lift my hips from the bed, wanting to feed more of my cock to you, to feel your nose in my pubic hair and your chin nudging my scrotum, but bound there was little I could do. You parried, letting me suffer, making me crave. You patted my hip, indicating that I should relax, that regardless how much I struggled, you were in control. Settling back into the bed, you patted me with a quick triplet of reassuring touches, conveying, “There, there, dear.”
You lunged, consuming me fully. Your nose collided with my mound, your chin nuzzled my balls as your lips sealed around my shaft and your tongue wound and lashed me. Desperate to run my fingers through your hair but thwarted by your restraints, I lifted my hips again yearningly. You again retreated, giggling throatily. You drew up along my shaft with a potent suck, halting at the head. Bulbous with blood, you encircled it with your tongue, massaging it. A groan percolating in my throat yielded to a breathy, exasperated exhale. You giggled again, and raked your fingernails down my chest. I wagged my feet, seeking freedom to no avail. I growled. I could tell you were enjoying this. Thunder again rolled over the house. You struck again, my cock sliding through your mouth and into the entry to your throat. The resonance from your humming traveled through my cock, reverberating in the inner mechanics of my sex. You bobbed your head, increasing your speed with each plunge, making my cock fuck your mouth. You made my cock so hard it felt like it was going to split apart. I breathed erratically through my mouth, speechless, as your mouth fucked me hard. I felt the makings of an orgasm spark within me. Suddenly, you lifted off; my beleaguered cock slapped on my belly.
“Uhn, uhn, uhn!” You chided me. “No, you don’t. Bad boys don’t get to come so fast.” Your tongue swiped your glistening crimson lips.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, breathlessly. “You’re torturing me!”
“Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm,” you chuckled knowingly. “But I’m having fun.” You sat up on your haunches. You reached forward and circled your fingertip around my nipple and trailed down my chest and belly, through the thicket of my pubic hair—your purposed avoidance of my cock made it swell and flex, calling for your touch—before hooking a sharp right turn to continue down my thigh. Lifting your eyes slowly from watching your finger’s journey to stare deep into mine, you added, “You know how I like to have fun.” You planted your right hand on my chest as you swung your legs over mine. Your calves slide deliciously along my thighs as you climbed up my body. You stopped at my hips, clamping them between you knees. You knelt upright and, staring alluringly, seductively, unblinkingly into my eyes, cupped your breasts. Mouth agape, I stared unblinkingly back, not wanting to miss a moment as you caressed your breasts, sinking your fingertips into them, pressing them together, pinching your hard nipples, teasing me in every way imaginable with your magnificent tits. Nearly involuntarily, I flexed my cock, hoping to touch your hot pouting pussylips that hovered just above; it vibrated as it strained to touch you. A dollop of precum spilled, the crystalline essence streaked with ribbons of white. I needed to come.
You slid further up my body and widened your knees. Your pussy, sweltering and wet, kissed my belly. You dragged your body back down mine. Leaning forward, you steadied yourself with your left hand as you gripped both of your breasts with your right. Your eyes rolled into your head as your sodden lips and tumescent clit trawled along my belly. The smooth hemisphere of your ass collided with my cock, which felt foundry hot against your cool skin. Uncontrollably I bucked, my delirious cock sliding and bobbing against your glorious bottom, seeking unsuccessfully like a ship in a storm to find your body’s safe sexual harbor. You lurched forward; my cock again bounced on my abdomen. Tossing your hair over your left shoulder, you planted your hands on my upper arms, further pinning me. Your majestic tits poured from your body and swayed seductively just beyond the reach of my mouth. I jerked my hips, hoping the pressure against your pussy would break your concentration. You pressed back, grinding your scalding womanhood against my belly. Your moan quickly dissolved into a giggle. Dag, you’re still in control, I thought. You gripped your right breast in your hand, bringing it just within reach of my mouth.
I rose as best I could, pinned and bound, struggling to bring my lips to your mighty breast. You held it, grasped it, shook it tauntingly before me, just out of reach of my covetous mouth. You looked down on me with your spacious blue eyes in playful pity. You relieved my strain and presented me with your taut nipple. My lips sealed around your pomegranate berry tip and I drew you into my mouth, my tongue lashing your nipple like a perturbed serpent. Your body slackened. I felt your spine cave as you ground your pussy against me. A languid moan bubbled in your throat. Suddenly you whipped your torso across, wrenching your right breast from my mouth and smacking me with your left. Lest she feel neglected, I caught your breast in my mouth and ministered to her. You leaned forward, pressing your tit into my mouth, feeding it to me, and I devoured all I could, licking, lashing, pressing your nipple to the roof of my mouth with my tongue, sucking, devouring. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the robust, sweaty scent of your femininity as I feasted on your sweet salty skin. I groaned as I delighted in you—the feel of you, the scent of you, the taste of you, the sound of you.
You slowly rose up, extracting your breast from my mouth. Your nipple and areola glistened and glowed red. I left marks. You paused. “Please…,” I appealed breathlessly.
You slipped your hands around your breasts again. “I want you to watch me…,” you wooed. Ice rocketed through my veins; my cock chattered. I watched drymouthed as you swiped the pads of your thumbs across your rampant nipples. You let out a moan and arched your back, jutting your opulent breasts forward. I consumed you with my eyes: your golden locks, your florid breasts, your silky condensed milk belly, your smooth radiant mound, your firm statuesque thighs. Your hands drifted from your breasts to your belly, gliding sinuously down. The heat from your pussy seared my persecuted erection. A drop of your honey seeped from your turgid pussy, splashed on aching cock and slid glacially around its girth. My cock vibrated uncontrollably, expelling a bubble of cum that you’ve pent up within me. It scalded as it pooled in my waistline. Your hands continued on.
Your right hand halted atop your mound. My eyes widened as your middle finger slinked between your crimson lips. Your hips bucked, your eyes closed and your head tipped back as your finger dragged across the tip of your bulging clit. Your finger ventured further, playing, penetrating, while pulling your palm over your clit. You got lost in the feeling your fingers elicited from your body, while I got lost in watching. I labored to lift my hips off the bed in the hopes that I could touch my beseeching cock to your torrid pussy, to have your lips kiss my shaft, to feel your fingers nudge against my cock as they plunged, penetrated and played in your pussy. More of your essence drizzled onto me. My hands and feet went numb; my balls were drawn fully into my body. I needed you to make me come.
You extracted your finger, spreading your labia as you did. Your inner lips were aglow; your clit obtruded from beneath her hood. I breathed erratically through my mouth. “Fuck…,” I exclaimed breathlessly. You lightly caressed your clit, then sank two fingers back into you, caressing the inner sanctum of your sex in a way that, at that point, I could only wish to do. Your head tipped back again. You sank the fingers of your left hand into your left breast as your fucked yourself wantonly with your right hand. “Oh my gosh…,” I uttered under my breath. You giggled coquettishly, snapped your fingers from your pussy and, one by one, fed them to me seductively. I licked each clean, savoring your smoky, spicy flavor.
With a devious chuckle you trundled up the bed, hovering your pussy over my face. Slowly, purposefully, excruciatingly, you parted your knees until your molten womanhood settled on my mouth. I kissed you deeply, passionately on the lips, parting yours with mine and sinking my tongue into you, exploring, tasting, relishing. You spread your legs wider, pushing your mound against my mouth. I inhaled sharply as you ground your pussy on my face, my lungs filling with the heavy, heady scent of your arousal. You leaned forward, planting your hands on the wall, giving you the leverage to push against my face more. I couldn’t breathe; I didn’t care. I plunged my tongue into you, caressing your entry. I sucked your petals between my lips and flogged them with my tongue. I grated my mouth against your mons, striving to pin your clit between my jaw and your pubic bone; I moaned, hoping the resonance would further inflame you. I bucked my hips, pistoning my cock into the phantasmic pussy that I cried to be in.
I redoubled my onslaught on your pussy, licking, sucking, drinking, feasting on you with abandon. Your honey trickled over my tongue and down my throat, warming me. I gorged on you. I felt your legs quaking. Your breathing became arrhythmic. I looked up: your tits swayed, your knuckles were white as you dug your fingers into the wall. Your orgasm was imminent.
I longed to caress your ass, run my hands over your hips and grip your tits as I licked, kissed and sucked an orgasm out of you. But, alas, only my mouth could attend to you. I thrust my tongue in and out of you, dragging its broad flat plane to and fro over your electrified clit, massaging your entry, exploring you with its tip. I struck a steady rhythm; you jerked your hips in concert. A moan percolated deep in your throat that soon turned to a cry that soon turned to a scream. You mashed your pussy against my mouth. I felt your sex contract and convulse against me; it was now you who was kissing me passionately on the lips. I maintained my rhythm, licking and massaging you through your orgasm, gulping your honey as it flooded my mouth.
You abruptly dismounted. Your nectar that ran over my cheeks cooled quickly. You scuttled down my body.
I could feel the close heat of your pussy blanketing my desperate cock. With ease, your pussy engulfed me. You took me fully, deep, and remained motionless. I could feel the waning spasms of your orgasming pussy along my shaft. You began to move, slow and steady at first, but gaining momentum rapidly. You fucked me with such ferocity that it short-circuited my orgasm that I was certain would have erupted the moment your pussy swallowed me. My cock was steely hard, my glans angrily tumescent. My cock felt more like it would burst than come. I bucked my hips as best I could, meeting your every thrust, plunging my cock deep into you, fathoming you, as your clit collided with my pubic bone. My breathing was frantic. Sweat gathered on our brows. Your tits swung turbulently. Your chest flushed. Your nipples screamed to be sucked. You’re so fucking sexy, I thought. Suddenly an, “Ah! Ah! Ah! AH! AH! AAAAAH—!” blasted from your open mouth. Your second orgasm snuck up on you and rocked you violently. I could feel your hot liquid femininity pour over my scrotum as your pussy churned and clenched around my cock. We both stopped and enjoyed the sensation. You bit your lower lip and shut your eyes tight as your rode out what must have been an astonishing orgasm.
You sat up, wiped your matted hair from your face, and began rocking gently on my unduly hard cock. Your fingertips dallied on my wound scrotum, cupping, caressing. Sparks ignited within me where your fingers touched me. With a provocatively throaty chuckle, you leaned forward. As your warm tits poured onto my chest, you brought your mouth to my ear.
“Hm-mm-mm-mm-mm,” you chuckle, followed with a protracted, satisfied, “Mmmmmmm.” You paused, inhaling. “That was…fantastic,” you intoned breathily. “But now it’s your turn.” I began to shake. You ran the tip of your tongue along my ear. “Cum for me,” you whispered commandingly.
I resumed lunging and parrying, feeling every glorious inch of your molten, silken pussy. I accelerated. You rose up, lifting your hips off of me, steadying yourself with your palms on your knees. I fucked you abandonedly. I was delirious. You clenched your muscles, constricting your entry as my cock slid in and out of you. I could feel the temperature difference as the room air cooled my cock before your pussy scalded it as I sank back in.
“There you go, baby,” you gently cooed. “Cum for me. Mmmmmm…,” your voice trailed off as my cock pistoned in and out of you. My body started to tremble. My orgasm began to explode within, shattering me, sparks shooting from my loins to my extremities. My cock distended; it felt like it was going to split in two. My cock and I both roared, crying open-throated as my orgasm forced my soul through the tip of my cock, while hurling my white hot semen deep in you. You settled back down on my hips, your pussy tenderly swaddling me as my cock pulsed and spasmed. You tightened your muscles again, heightening the sensation of your pussy around my frazzled cock. You leaned forward, your breasts grazing my sweaty chest, and unbound my hands. Lying atop me, my freed arms embraced you as your pussy continued to embrace my cock, and we laid there, silently, catching our breath, as the rain fell steadily on the roof.
I’m working at the store. It’s a slow day…bad storms out. No one’s in the mall. Suddenly I’m startled by a loud clap of thunder and the power goes out. I make some calls and find out it’s going to be out for quite a while, so the home office gives me the ok to close for the day…even though it’s only 2:00 pm. I pick up my phone to call you…then I decide to just surprise you instead. I drive home in the downpour and let myself in the front door. I walk around looking for you…assuming you’re hard at work writing since that’s what you said you’d be doing all day. You’re not in your office, so I head to our bedroom. There I find you…wearing only pajama pants…stretched out on your back on our four poster bed…sound asleep! Wow…I think…working hard, huh? I start to make a loud noise to startle you awake…but then I get a much better idea.
I go quietly to the dresser and pull out four silk thigh high stockings. I tie each one securely to each post on our bed…then I gently tie the other ends to your wrists and ankles…gently stretching you into a spread eagle position.
Gosh that man sleeps like the dead!, I think to myself. Then I notice a problem…your pj’s. Dang. Oh well, they’re old ones anyway. I take my sharpest scissors and cut down the sides of your pants…and then peel them down, exposing my prize.
You stir a little as the cool air hits your limp cock..and I don’t move til I’m sure you’re still asleep. When I hear your breathing even out again I undress and crawl up the end of the bed until I’m kneeling right at your cock. I lean down and begin softly licking your cock all over, working up and down and licking your balls thoroughly as well. As usual your cock has life of its own and wakes before you do. I slide it in my mouth…loving how it feels when it grows between my lips, filling me. I suck your cock hard and swirl my warm tongue around it…and you groan. Eyes still closed, you mumble, “Oh gosh, please don’t let this be just a dream” But then when you try to move your hands your eyes fly open. “What the fuck??!!”
“Shhh…don’t make me gag you too, mister!” I warn. “You’ve been naughty today…sleeping on the job…so now you have to pay the price!” Looking at my naked body hovering over your steel hard cock, you lick your lips. “Well ok…If I must…”
I get back to the task at hand. I lower my mouth on your cock again…opening my throat wide as if to yawn…and push all the way down, ’til my chin touches your balls. You moan and push your hips up to grind in my face. I pull back up…giving sharp sucks as I do…and swirling my tongue around your cockhead. I go down again…humming softly as I do…to vibrate your cock as it’s deep in my throat. I keep this up for a few minutes, fucking you with my mouth, until I taste a drop of precum. “Oh no you don’t! Bad boys don’t get to cum so fast,” I say.
“Fuck!” You exclaim. “You’re torturing me.”
“Haha,” I say. “This is fun. You know I love to have fun.” I straddle your legs and scoot my body over your cock ’til I’m hovering over your belly. You watch me hungrily as I play with my tits…squeezing them together…pinching and pulling my hard nipples. I can feel your hard cock twitching behind me…hitting my ass. I lean over dangling my tits just out of reach of your mouth. I smile at your desperate look and bend down to give you a taste. Your mouth is working like a baby bird’s…searching for its dinner. You suck my nipple into you lips and suck greedily…now it’s my turn to moan.
I pull back and lower the other tit for your attention…which you gladly give. I feel my pussy drip onto your belly, and I sit up straight. “Please!” you beg.
“I want you to watch me,” I tell you. Your mouth drops open and you stare wide eyed as I begin rubbing my tits and belly and then get to my pussy. I spread my lips for you to see how wet I am and begin putting my fingers inside, fucking myself for your entertainment.
“Oh my gosh,” you say as sweat breaks out on your forehead. I pull my dripping fingers out and put them one at a time in your mouth. You gladly suck them clean. With one hand I spread my lips wide and with the other I find my clit. It’s swollen and hard…and I rub it around in circles…throwing my head back as I feel my orgasm building.
Quickly I scoot all the way up the bed until I’m straddling your face, and I lower my throbbing pussy onto your hungry mouth. You don’t disappoint me…your tongue and lips work their magic, licking and sucking my clit until I cum with a loud scream…soaking your face. Quickly I scramble back down over your cock…I want you inside me while I’m still contracting from my orgasm. I push myself down on your straining cock and begin a frantic ride. With every thrust, you push your hips up to meet me…hitting my sweet spot deep in my pussy. Soon I feel a gush of liquid…and my pussy clenches your cock for all it’s worth. I reach behind me and feel your balls…hot and tight. “Cum for me,” I say softly.
You begin fucking me with a purpose…and soon I feel a hot stream inside me. I collapse onto your limp body, exhausted. We are both breathless…and very wet. I reach over and untie your hands…and melt into your warm embrace.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to go to work. Why?” You turn back to look in the mirror to finish fixing your hair. Your blue blouse drapes open from your shoulders. Your voluptuous breasts jut majestically from your chest, held snugly in your black bra. Your black bead necklace complements, counterpointed by your silken creamy skin. I sidle up behind you, slithering my arms around your waist. I kiss your neck.
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