She had already swallowed more of me than I'd expected, but she seemed willing, so why not go for the gold? "Here, let me help," I said, and put one hand behind her head. "Relax." I stroked her neck and jaw muscles. "That's it. Yes, you're doing great. Wow, that feels incredible." I wasn't lying. She'd taken in another quarter inch. I touched the entrance to her throat. She pulled back, but held herself on me. Good girl. I eased my member out of her, slowly so I could savor the moment."Wow," she said. "That was intense.""Do you take your boyfriend that deep?""Uh-uh. I just... do this." She took in my cockhead and diddled all over it with her tongue, then did more of those smacky kisses. It was pleasant, but I understood why he had never come in her mouth. It was a puppy suck, good only for puppy love."That's very nice, but...""But I'm not much of a lover, am I?" She put her forehead against my hip, staring down at the floor. "Can't even do that right."It was a shame that such a
Maybe, after all, I'm a supervillain. "Woman," I said, "Lick my balls."Which she did immediately. Isn't life amazing? Ten minutes ago we were strangers. Actually, we still were. I didn't know her name or anything about her, nor did she know any more about me. If I'd made that last suggestion before, in the passenger compartment, it would have earned me only a slap in the face. But now I was rewarded with a cute, puppyish tongue bath. Erotically it was amateurish: she'd taken me literally and was lapping at my testicles as if they were scoops of ice cream. Is it possible to get an innocent blow job? But the visuals of that pink tongue stretched way out, and the intense concentration on that oh so pretty face almost made me decide to give her a facial. I did notice with pleasure that my cock, sliding on her forehead, had left a streak of fluid in her hair.She had to stop to adjust her dress. "This is making me wet," she said as an apology."Some women, the real aficionados... ""If th
Then I left. I took a seat across the aisle from Kim, who looked back, then at me. She was cute too, short hair in a pixie cut. With her strong bone structure and slim body, she could have a career as a model if she wanted. Beautiful long neck. I sighed, then tilted my seat back, closed my eyes, and relaxed. There's nothing better than a good blow job to end a long day.A few minutes later I heard the girl return and take a seat next to Kim. They whispered and giggled. I opened my eyes. Kim was staring at me. I motioned for the girl who'd blown me to come over.She sat next to me and whispered, "She's so jealous." She couldn't stop grinning. "I don't think she believes me.""Kiss her."She giggled and went back. The two girls whispered again, and then she kissed Kim, frenched her good. Kim looked at me. I smiled."Did she really--?" She said across the aisle. I nodded."All the way?""To the max. She was terrific."Kim got a stern look on her face. I started a normal conversation with
Just when I think that, okay, cool, I've got this superpower that can make women do this and this, and that can get me into this pleasurable situation or that— in other words, just when I think I have my special abilities figured out— I get a big, fat, sliding curve thrown at me and I have to admit I don't know whether I have any superpower at all or I'm just crazy and lucky. I'm thinking now of what happened last week.I was in a hotel bar one evening wasting time. Out on the road on business, as usual. It was a convention town, but I wasn't horny enough to go out and seduce some housewife from Oklahoma who thinks that cock is what you do with a gun. So I sat at the bar and watched a football game on the tube. Some college game. I can't even remember the teams anymore.A guy and his wife sat next to me. He wanted to watch the game and the best seat was mine, smack in front of the screen behind the bar, so I slid down one. The wife went along with him, showing profound boredom that he
"Are you crazy?""Take it or leave it.""Taken." He stuck out his fleshy hand. We shook. "My name's Chuck. It's going to be a real enjoyable experience, mister, watching you suck my dick.""I hope your wife gives good head.""You'll never find out.""Wait a minute, big shot," his wife said. "Don't I get a say in this?" "Shut up. This is man's business."Such a lady's man! She fired a stare at him that could have fried his balls. I knew that, win or lose, he was in for a long, long wait till the next time he got between her lips. The ones at either end of her long frame.He watched the game with even more intensity then, yelling each time his team gained a few yards, groaning at every decent play the opponents made. The barkeep told him he was starting to annoy the other patrons. At a commercial he hurried us up to their room. He didn't want to miss a single second of the game.The room was much like mine except it had two doubles instead of a king. I sat in a chair while he took over
She sat up. "Okay, big mouth, I'm going to lay down some rules." She began to unbutton her blouse. "Rule one. Your mouth stays shut while mine is open. Rule two. Every time you open your mouth—" she threw off her blouse, exposing to my delectation a pair of tits a Victoria's Secret model could have turned into a career— "I open more of myself."This looked like a game much more interesting than football. "Chuck," I whispered, breathless when she renewed her service, "You're a fool. Oh, ah. Don't bet, ah, ahhh, what you can't, can't, a-afford to lose," I managed, between intense tongue massages, "You can't afford to lose a woman that likes cock this much. Oohhhhh." Okay, I was playing it up a bit. But can you blame me? In case you haven't noticed yet, I may have a superpower but I'm not a superhero. She smiled up at me. "So good to be tasting delicious cock again." The implication was not lost on me that Mr. and Mrs. Charles Olds hadn't taken pleasure in this particular intimacy in a
How could I refuse? I extended my hands to the arms of Chuck's chair. Now I could pump way up and down her chest and then go way up onto her face and way deep in her mouth. Poor Chuck. My face was only a foot from his. He cringed away from me but couldn't avoid seeing every erotic pleasure his wife was giving written on my face; and if he looked down he had a porno cameraman's closeup of the double squeegee job she was giving me with her mouth and tits; and if he turned away (which he dared not) the squishes of my sausage and eggs slipping between her melons, the slurps she made as she tried to lick up every drop of sauce on my cock, and our joined groans of delight would still fill his ears. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.It was all too much. With effort I got out, "Make me come."She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her. When I started fucking her face she moved her hands to her tits and squeezed. That did it. With a loud grunt I spurted my special sauce into her, squirt
I gave her a slow, deep, full body massage, turned her over, and continued on her front."The son of a bitch never does this for me."I played with her pubic hair, massaged her mons."You want to fuck me, don't you? Go ahead, I don't mind.""No."She looked puzzled."Well, yes. But there's something else I want to do with you first. Tell me I can do whatever I want with your body."She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped."Trust me. I'm a total stranger. I just had you give me an outrageous blow job in front of your husband. You're alone in a strange city without a penny or even a stitch of clothing except for panties you should probably through out. Trust me."She spreadeagled her long limbs, claiming the whole king-sized bed. Magnificent. "Okay.""Okay what?""Okay, you can— what you said. Jeez, I don't even know your name."I moved between her legs. Plenty of room there to spread out and enjoy myself. "Yes you do. Think of the man in your fantasies. His name is the same as mine.
"Y-yes," she said finally. "Yes, I enjoyed it." "Did you cum when I came?" "Yes," she said again. "Did you wish my cock had squirted its heavy load into your virgin cunt instead of into my hand?" "Yes!" screamed Kate. "You're a filthy little slut, aren't you, Kate?" he said as he pinched her clit and rolled it between his strong fingers. "Look at you moaning from being fucked hard by your friend's father, and while she’s sitting, just outside too. Look at my daughter, Kate," he growled. Kate looked outside the window at Mallory, who was still studying in the same spot on the beach. "I want you to keep your eyes on my daughter and think of what a dirty little whore you are while her father fills your virgin pussy with hot cum for the first time." "O-okay," whimpered Kate as Mallory’s father rammed her pussy harder and faster. He grunted with each powerful thrust. At the same time, he hooked his finger inside of her tight ass and vigorously wiggled her clit. Kate could
"I'm afraid your hymen is still very much intact, Kate," he said, raising his head up to look at her.He looked pleased to be giving her this news. His eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his mouth were pulled up ever-so-slightly."So," said Kate, "that means ...""We will need to move on to the more invasive treatment method, yes," said Dr. Logan.Kate's eyes widened, and she pursed her lips together anxiously, unsure of whether she was ready for or even wanted a more invasive treatment. The next thing she knew, however, Dr. Logan was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers, and Kate forgot all about her apprehension."What – what are you doing, Dr. Logan?" she asked, though she thought she already knew and was eager to see the enormous manhood that hid beneath his pants in the light of day."I am determined to complete your treatment, Kate," he said in a serious tone as he let his trousers fall to the floor and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his tight-fitting boxe
Kate couldn't take it. The menagerie of different sensations Dr. Logan was inflicting on her sensitive buds was overwhelming. She wanted to scream. More than that, she wanted to reach between her legs and stroke her aching clit. Or rather, what she really wanted, was for Dr. Logan to stroke her clit. But should couldn’t tell him that."Dr. Logan," she said breathlessly. "Please, you have to stop. I – I can't take it."Dr. Logan released her nipples and took a step back."Hmm," he said, rubbing his chin, "I hate to see you in such agony, Kate. I think further treatment on your nipples would benefit you. But, I suppose I can give them a short break while I do your pelvic exam. How does that sound?""That sounds good, Dr. Logan," said Kate, relieved that the torturous assault on her nipples was over, for now."Great," said Dr. Logan. "Go ahead and lie back then, Kate. Bring your heels up near your hips and spread your legs as wide as you can for me."Kate did as Dr. Logan instructed. She
After a restless night of sleep, Kate nervously followed Mallory downstairs for breakfast. Terrified to see her father or hear what he might have to say about the previous night’s events, Kate did her best to make herself invisible by slouching into a corner of the breakfast nook and sipping on a glass of orange juice, while Mallory and her dad made omelets.“Good morning, Kate!”Kate had become absorbed watching the waves roll onto the beach through the window when Dr. Logan’s booming voice made her jump.“Oh! G-good m-morning, Dr. Logan,” she said with a quivering voice as her eyes met his and blood immediately rushed to her cheeks.“Did you sleep alright last night?” he asked with a smile.“Y-yes,” Kate lied.He seemed to be acting like nothing unusual had happened at all. Maybe he really hadn’t seen Kate watching him, after all. Or ... if he had, he was definitely not letting on.Mallory spent most of breakfast talking, updating her father on all that had been going on at school s
Kate wasn't entirely onboard with Mallory's plan. She knew her dad was a doctor, but it still seemed awkward to ask a man she'd never met before for something so personal and sex-related. But, Mallory was adamant. She claimed that her dad was very open about sex and that it wouldn't be awkward at all. So, when they heard his car pull into the driveway a while later, Mallory ignored Kate's protests and dragged her downstairs to ask him.“Daddy!” Mallory yelled as she ran to hug the man who walked through the front door.“There’s my favorite girl!” the man said, taking Mallory into his arms and lifting her off the ground with what appeared to be no effort at all.When he placed her feet back on the floor, and she stepped away, Kate finally got her first good look at him. There was no doubt from whom Mallory had inherited her good looks. Kate could feel her cheeks flushing with an embarrassed attraction. She knew this man had to be in his forties – making him at least twice Kate's age –
It was the end of Kate's first semester of college. She and her roommate, Mallory, decided to skip their final classes on Friday. Instead, they drove to the coast to stay with Mallory's father for the weekend before their final exams week started on Monday. A wealthy older doctor, Mallory's father lived in a large, expensive beach house on a secluded stretch of pristine coastline. It was the perfect place to relax and recuperate before the grueling week they had ahead of them.He wasn't home when they first arrived, so Kate and Mallory let themselves into his house and started to get ready for bed. It was late, and they were both exhausted from the drive. As Mallory unpacked her toiletries in the bathroom, Kate watched her set aside a small round foil packet. It was filled with a dozen tiny, individually packaged pills, along with several empty spaces where pills used to be. Kate picked up the foil packet and raised her eyebrows at Mallory.“Is that what I think it is?!” she asked her
As she shifted down upon his pulsing manhood, feeling the warmth of him finally entering into her tight, receptive body.The two of them rocked back and forth, to allow him to enter her as deeply as possible before she felt Mr. Rossini behind her, grasping at her shoulders, before quickly thrusting it into her behind.Her scream of surprise soon turned into a groan of pleasure as his heavily erected member slid easily into her as she relaxed herself and allowed them both to have their way with her.With the two of them consuming her, taking turns plunging themselves in and out of her body, she felt almost paralyzed. Her body could not get a break from their thrusting hips and the sensations that they were awarding her body as they both moved with a passion that could not be denied.As they moved back and forth, upon her, her body felt a sense of pain and pleasure that was equal and overbearing. Between each thrust, she barely had a chance to catch her breath before another movement fo
His tongue was wet and meticulous as it entered her quickly, while his arms held down her legs, giving him ultimate control.The shock of emotion that immediately coursed through her was intense and so, she let out a scream, but her voice was masked by the mouth that encompassed her own and the other tongue that reached farther down her throat.She shuttered with a euphoric sense of pleasure that grew steadily as the seconds passed by. Cynthia felt as though her entire body was being stimulated. She had never felt so wet and so aroused before.Strangely, the fact that she couldn’t get away from this torturous sense of immense pleasure made it feel all the better. So, she did the only thing she could and focused on sensually kneading at Mr. Rossini’s manhood.However, as James delved deeper into her, gyrated his tongue around inside of her way that hit her G-spot in a way that made her want to cry, she began to groan and scream through the kisses until finally, Mr. Rossini allowed her
When they entered the hotel, they received the key from the front desk, which was registered under their name and went up to the room that they were instructed to enter.Once they got up there, they found that there was a stunning, yet empty room spilling out before them. The hardwood floor reminded Cynthia of Mr. Rossini’s office, but the deep red walls, elegantly wallpapered, looked as though they were made specifically to keep secrets, without passing judgment.Above the bed there was a curtain which matched the walls and arched over a curling, smooth, sensuous headboard, which was elaborate and held the expensive mark of gold that looked over the large, desk and drawn curtains, which also helped to distinguish the secrecy and romantic atmosphere of the room.Across from the bed, there was a velvety couch, which also adored a gold trim and tight, lavish upholstery work.All and all, the room was inviting, but considering that the couple had no idea what kind an invitation it was se