"Larry, please!" Jen pleaded, not knowing whether or not he wanted him to stop or continue.
"Please? Please what?" Larry teased, and moved to her other breast. He again moved his tongue around the base of her other breast, completely avoiding her nipple. Her nipples were not only hard from being cold, but also from being aroused. He continued to lick, using large strokes of his tongue. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands. The alternating sensation of hot and cold was very exciting to Jen. Next, Larry gentled flicked his finger over her nipples. This causes Jen to move and squirm on the table. He then gently licked the rest of the whipped cream off her nipples, barely touching them with his tongue. Abruptly, he moved off of Jen. She was very startled by this, and did not know what to expect.
"Larry?" Jen inquired
She heard him moving around softly, then felt his hands on her thighs, parting them. The next thing she felt was 2 sensations at the same time. She felt his warm tongue on her clit, and something very cold at the tip of her pussy. Larry pulled her legs up over his shoulders. He continued to lick her clit as he pushed a chocolate covered frozen banana just inside her pussy.
"OOOOOHHH that is cold!" screamed Jen, as she wriggled around.
Larry pulled out the banana. He saw an immediate reaction from her, as a sudden rush of thick white cream came out of her pussy. Larry inserted the banana back into her pussy. To Jen, it was so cold it was painful. It was SO intense.
"Coooollldd!! Larry, please!" Jen begged
"More please? Sure thing!" Larry smirked
He took her legs off his shoulders, but held onto her inner thighs as he very slowly pulled the banana back out and then pushed it back in slowly. He could see her outer lips swell with arousal. He slowly pulled the banana back out, as he did not want to damage any of her beautiful pussy from the cold. He guided her off the table and into his bedroom. He guided her to the edge of the bed and laid her back down. He broke off a piece of the banana and put it all the way into her pussy. He could hear her sudden intake of breath. He picked her up and scooted her up so she was all the way onto the bed.
He moved her to her side and then moved so they were side by side in a 69 position.
"Take off the blindfold Jen, I have something I know you like." Larry said
Jen opened her eyes and saw Larry's hard cock close to her.
"Oh my goodness. I just love your cock" Jen exclaimed.
She began to lick his shaft up and down. She took his balls into her mouth and sucked them. She then took his hard on into her mouth and sucked it. At the same time, Larry was eating her like she was an ice cream sundae. His tongue flicked into her pussy and played with her clit with his fingers. They were both enjoying the sensations of each other. Larry pulled Jen on top of him. At this angle, he was able to spread her open more and use his fingers and tongue to eat the banana out of her pussy.
He tasted and drank all of her juices that came out of her pussy and ate the banana. He continued to lick her pussy, working his tongue over her clit. He fingered her pussy hard, making her moan into his cock. She was so keyed up from all the food play, her orgasm was fast and intense. She stopped sucking his cock for fear of biting him and let out a primal moan.
Once she caught her breath , Jen continued sliding his cock in and out of her mouth and creating wonderful sensations in her mouth. To Larry, it was warm and wet and sensual. He felt his cock harden and expand even more if that was possible. Jen sucked harder and used her hand to stroke the base of his cock while she moved him in and out of her mouth. She could feel that he was close to orgasm. She tightened her mouth around him and squeezed the base of his cock hard.
Larry also let out a primal moan as his cum flowed out of his cock into her mouth. Jen swallowed all of his cum eagerly. She continued to lick and suck him until Larry asked her to stop.
They both lay there, catching her breath.
"So, are you ready for the cucumber yet?" Larry asked?
The End.
Dirty Laundry
I headed home after a pleasant day from school; with the exception of sending two students to the principal's office for being a bit disruptive in class. Still, the rest of the day turned out fine and I was on my way home to grade some papers.
I stepped on board the elevator, pushing the number three button. Inside, it felt like a sauna compared to the cool weather outside. It was so warm I had to loosen my tie and unbutton my collar.
Once I reached the third floor, the doors opened up and Cynthia stood there waiting, carrying a heavy load of laundry. My hot neighbor; giving me a warm greeting on that first day in my new apartment. The both of us had some major orgy attacks that day and it was incredible; forgetting all about my ex-wife.
"Hey, D", said Cynthia.
"Hi, Cyn", I said.
"Good day at school?"
"Oh, yeah. Nothing I couldn't handle, except maybe the principal who's a bit rough around the edges."
"Sounds like a great guy."
"Yeah, he too recently divorced his wife of twenty years. Twenty years, can you believe that? Already, he's giving me advice on women and when not to trust them."
"Did you take any of his advice?"
"No, absolutely not."
"Listen, I got a lot of laundry to do. Why don't we chat later on?"
"Why don't I join you? And let me carry that."
"You don't mind?"
"No, not at all. I've got some stuff to do, but I have a little time to spend with my favorite neighbor."
"Such a gentleman."
I was going to grade some papers; deciding, instead, to carry Cynthia's basket and keeping her company in the laundry room.
Cynthia began loading up the machine while I sat on the wooden bench, looking at her nice ass and the legs that went with it. Then the clothes she wore; white tube top, denim shorts, and a pair of red mules. Already, I was getting hot and my cock started swelling up. The tightness was hard to ignore and I had to think of something else besides Cynthia.
"You all right?", Cynthia asked, catching me loosening up my tie.
"Yeah", I said, "just a bit warm in here. That elevator was even hotter."
"Got that right. I wished they put on some air conditioning, especially when summer comes along. If I wanted to get warm I'd go to the beach."
"I hear you. I used to go to the beach on my spare time. I used to surf every weekend since I was seventeen."
"You, a surfer boy?"
"Yeah, I was."
"I never learned to surf myself. Maybe you can give me some private lessons. I am a fast learner and willing to try...new things."
Already, I knew where she was going with this. The private lessons she wanted didn't involve surfing.
"Yeah", I said. "Someday I'll teach you a few things."
"I'd love that. For now, how about you and kill some time until the wash gets done."
"A bite to eat or maybe a stroll around the block."
"No, I was thinking of doing something here. Just the two of us...alone."
"Here? What do you have in mind?"
Cynthia had that look in her eye, ready for some action.
"Wait", I said. "You want to fuck around here? Right now?"
"Why not?"
"Well, somebody might walk in on us."
"I don't mind anyone watching."
"Be serious. We might get in trouble."
"For what, fucking without a license? Come on, D, live a little."
"Listen, I enjoy what we have going, but this is not the time or the place."
I was on my way out when Cynthia hoisted herself up, sitting on the nearest machine. She leaned back, shaking off her red mules; sounding like two heavy bricks coming down.
"Where you going?", she asked, slowly unbuttoning her shorts, showing me she wasn't wearing any undies. "I know you're not walking away from this. Come and eat this chocolate covered pussy, white boy. Eat this shit up."
Seeing Cynthia offering herself like that was hard to ig
nore. Someone catching us in the act was still a concern; convincing Cynthia, otherwise, was the problem. So, without hesitation, I took off my dark blazer, tossing aside my shirt and tie. I removed Cynthia's shorts, tossing those aside and opened up her legs to get some tongue action on her pussy. I licked those sweet juices and sucked on it, leaving Cynthia moaning in intense pleasure.
Cynthia had handfuls of my hair, keeping my face pinned down. The sweetness of that pussy was so rich I could feast on it all day. I was sure Cynthia wouldn't mind that, not in the least.
"Oh, shit", she said. "Oh, fuck. Oh, that feels so fucking good. Hmmmmmm. Eat that shit. Oooooooh. Eat that fucking pussy. Oooooooo. Aaaah. Aaaah. Oh, fuck. Keep that tongue in there. Hmmmmmm. Love that tongue in my pussy. Oh, shit. Oooooooo. Let me taste it."
Cynthia released my hair; kissed and licked my lips, tasting the juices from her pussy. She began sucking my tongue for anything she might have missed.
Slowly, I started nibbling on her earlobe and sucked on her smooth neck. When it came down to her titties, she giggled with delight. I squeezed each one; sucked and licked those hard nipples I wanted to chew on.
"Like those titties?", she asked, listening to those sucking sounds of mine. "Like my fucking titties? Taste good, huh? You like that? I want your cock. I want to taste your cock."
Cynthia came down from the machine. I unbutton my pants, slipped out of my underwear. Cynthia went down on her knees, sucking the life out of my cock. Her technique was so great I was nearly out of breath. I was breathing so hard I thought a heart attack was coming my way.
My worry wasn't her biting it off, only some stranger walking in and catching us in the act. I hoped Mrs. Hill wasn't the one who caught us; she'd run to her apartment and never come out again. Not one person walked in; had the whole place to ourselves.
Both of us were now in our birthday suits. Cynthia had her knees on the bench while my cock dug deep into her ass. I had handfolds of her braids, thrusting back and forth, listening to those high pitched screams of hers.
"That's it, baby", she said. "That's what I'm talking about! Tap that ass! Fuck that ass up! Fuck it! Do it! Fuck it up! Tear me a new asshole! Tear it up, motherfucker! Fuck that ass up! Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck! Love that hard cock in my ass! So fucking hard!"
Soon, Cynthia sat on the bench and I was on my knees, tasting more of that sweet pussy.
"Hmmmmmm", she said. "Can't get enough of that pussy, huh? Huh, motherfucker? Hmmmmmmm. Oh, that's it! That's the spot! Oh, yeah, right there! Love that tongue in my pussy! Oooooh! Aaaaah! Oooooo! Don't stop! Please, don't fucking stop! Pleeeeeease! Fuck!"
Cynthia laid down on the bench, waiting for my swollen cock to enter her pussy. She looked at me, smiling, showing those bright pearly whites of hers.
"Put it in, baby", she said.
Slowly, I put my cock in her. The bench wasn't exactly comfy but she didn't give a shit. All that mattered was me doing her right, whether or not strangers walked in on us. Right now I didn't care anymore.
"Oh, yes", said Cynthia. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder, baby! Fuck! Fuck me, motherfucker! Fuck the living shit out of me! Yes! Fucking love it! Deeper! Deeper! Oh, yes! Yes! Like that! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck! Cock is so big! Fucking big! Shit! I want your cum! Fucking cum all over me!"
I unloaded all over her pretty face. She wiped some off her face with her fingers, sucking each one clean. I was so worn out I was about ready to collapse. Cynthia stood there tasting the rest of the cum; smiling and giggling with some energy left in her to go another round.
Twenty minutes later, the washing was done and I took everything out, putting them in the dryer. Cynthia curled up on the bench, wearing my dark blazer; enjoyed the show I was putting on.
"Should be done in forteen minutes", I said, starting up the dryer.
"Don't rush on my account", said Cynthia, gazing at my cock and the rest of my nude body.
Already, Cynthia was looking for some more action. I got down on my knees by the bench, allowing her to plant those juicy lips of hers on mine. Her wet tongue licked my cheek and neck like some stray poodle.
"Still taste good", she said, seductively.
Even in my dark blazer she looked hot; anything she wore was still pleasing to see. I put my hand inside, massaging her left shoulder. Cynthia moaned softly by my touch, feeling the smoothness of her brown skin.
Slowly, I placed my hand under the blazer, feeling her smooth buttocks. With the tips of my fingers I explored her smooth as silk legs. They were beautiful; no trace of hair anywhere. Her feet were a lovely pair; no mark or scar on either. She knew how to take care of them.
"This was something new", I said. "Not really comfortable but cozy enough."
"No argument there", said Cynthia.
"The best part was no one walked in."
"That's too bad. It would have been fun, don't you think?"
"Fun? You like it when people watch?"
"Maybe. Don't you?"
"No, I don't. I told you I'm not showing off my body to strangers."
"Not even in film?"
"Especially film. I don't model nude and I don't do pornos."
"Ah, D, technically we are doing a porno."
"Yeah, right."
"I'm not kidding. You and I are the stars of today's movie."
"What, you got a camera hidden somewhere?"
"No, but there is one up there."
Cynthia pointed above the washing machines; high above was a surveillance camera. My eyes were wide open, ready to pop out of my head; failed to notice that before entering the laundry room.
"What the hell?", I asked. "You knew it was up there?"
"Yes", said Cynthia, smiling and ready to laugh.
"I can't believe it. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you knew."
"You thought...what?"
"What's the big deal?"
"What's the big deal? The big deal is security will probably use that footage and download it on the internet. That's great. The whole world is going to see my ass and cock in living color. Oh, man, if the school got a hold of this, I'm fucked. Totally fucked."
Cynthia laid there laughing her head off while I wanted to reach out and strangle her.
"It's not funny", I said. "This is serious. Oh, shit, if my folks saw this I'll never hear the end of it."
"Don't worry about it. Maybe we can buy a copy from security. Then we send them to Hollywood and make tons of money."
"You're crazy. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"I'm loving it."
"You're crazy. What am I going to do with you?"
"Don't you mean what are you going to do to me? Come on, D, the least we can do is give our viewers an encore."
"Are you serious? I'm in trouble and you want my cock inside you now?"
"I love it when you talk dirty."
Cynthia got up and took off the blazer, letting it drop to her feet, showing off that incredible body of hers. I stood there, unable to figure out what to do next. I looked at the camera and back at Cynthia; back and forth with no solution.
"I'm ready for my close up, Mr. Knight," she said.
"Okay", I said, "intermission over."
We were on the floor, providing the encore she requested. Maybe I can bribe security into giving me the footage before it's too late.
The End.
Lessons in Love
Natalia and I will be married six years this July. In that time our relationship has blossomed and grown, particularly our sex life. We have explored our deepest fantasies and made them a reality.
My arse has always been a turn on for her. I always found that surprising as I considered it nothing special. When we first started to go out she would wait until I came out of the bath and bend me over so she could kiss my bum cheeks. Later she grew more confident and would prise my cheeks apart and allow her tongue to probe deeper until she was literally licking my arse hole. The first time this happened I almost came
straight away. It was the combination of the physical sensation of her tongue wetting my arse with saliva and the mental image of such an audacious act that drove me to an intense orgasm.
In Natalia's mind it was far from degrading for her to lick me, on the contrary I became her bitch and my arse became an object for her pleasure.
Over time she would use my heightened level of arousal to start to cross unspoken boundaries. She had me on my back one day and had been licking my balls and working her way down to my arse with her tongue. After probing it briefly and coating it in saliva she started to press an index finger against it. I looked at her in protest but before I could mutter any words her finger started to ease into me. My arse was tight around her finger but she continued licking my balls and managed to force her finger all the way in to the knuckle. As she played with my prostate a series of small orgasms rippled through me, slowly building in intensity. I was coming again and again but they were all dry. I had never experienced such pleasure and was totally at her mercy.
From then on she would often introduce her finger into me and I would gratefully receive it. On one occasion we were about to make love and I was lying on my back expecting her to come over and straddle me so I could put my cock in her pussy. I had asked her to put some stockings on as I loved to see her in them. Instead she thought it would be better if I wore a pair of her sheer tights. As the fabric was stretched up my legs I suddenly felt vulnerable. Instead of straddling me she forced my legs apart and drew them up around her waist. My nylon covered legs clung on helplessly around her sides as she started a thrusting motion. Her fingers lightly ran along the sheer tights. In her mind she was imagining that she was wearing a huge strap-on cock and was fucking me senseless. I enjoyed the feeling of giving myself to her completely and we both started to cum.
I have always loved to see women in sheer hosiery, the material fascinates me. I love the way it stretches over smooth skin and shimmers in the light. Better still is to touch it, slippery smooth, the skin yields beneath my fingers stretching the fabric with it. Light and dark areas are created when the fabric curves away accentuating the shape of the legs. To me it is the ultimate in femininity, the most delicate of materials, the tiny pattern of fibres encasing the leg beneath it in a varnish like sheen. I loved it when Natalia started to buy me tights for my birthday, it meant so much to me and I always looked forward to seeing what she had chosen. Sometimes we would go into Calzedonia together and buy tights for both of us. She found it erotic too, since I was now her bitch. Some day she will buy me fully fashioned stockings too with a gorgeous seam up the back. I imagine the non stretch fabric has a different sensation against the skin and the suspender straps would gently pull on my legs with every step.
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