My commitment complete she lunged for my cock as I stood. She grabbed for me almost violently and pulled me hard toward her mouth. A perfect companion, she could take and she could give. Her breath felt hot on my cock, her tongue stroked me exactly where it was needed. I reached behind and pressed a finger under my balls to slow the orgasm, but it would come soon. She had not warned me and I offered no warning either.
I thought to hold her head, take control of the lovemaking, but she was too eager, too excited to stop. And how could I want her to? Alternately she kissed me, pulling away with a pop, then she stroked me hard, massaging taught balls with one hand and massaging the large purple head with the other. I never wondered again if she loved the cock as much as it seemed. She was too intense, to focused to be doing this as a return for my gift. What she wanted now was me and as she brought as much of me into her mouth as she could. I felt the urge to oblige.
The sun was rising, light had filtered in, even to the dark recesses of the porch where we hid, pleasuring each other. She looked up at me green eyes clearly searching mine. With just the head of my cock in her mouth she began working her tongue on the underside of my shaft. I knew what she worked for and with my hands on my hips supplied it to her.
It is hard to say which of the feelings that come from lovemaking is the greatest, whether it is the bond that is consummated when two people really desire each other or the simple pleasure of orgasm that attracts. It does not matter. As I stood there it was both. I could feel her stop tickling me to swallow once, twice three times all the while keeping her green eyes locked on mine. After the third I leaned forward and she understood the dance, taking me as deeply as she could, sucking hard for what remained.
It seemed that I had stopped so she lifted her head and returned her attention to my cock, pulling at it in her fist until the final pearls flowed free. With her tongue she lifted them from my skin and with a noisy kiss to the source swallowed again.
Linda rose to me, hesitating. Our faces inches apart before we kissed. This time the kiss was not a challenge, but far more passionate. I could taste myself in her mouth, more importantly I could feel myself in her desire. She held tight as did I, pressing my cock, wet and now going soft again her velvet skin.
"I think I want to go a little farther with this." I grinned.
"What about this afternoon. We can go skinny dipping in your pond."
"What about your antique show?"
"I may skip it. That is if you don't have better plans." She leaned back so that we could look at each other. "Have you ever tried Greek?"
"No, I always thought that was something that a woman did only for her man's pleasure. Not that she enjoyed it." I said.
"Both can enjoy it if it is done right. We can try it later." She smiled.
I laughed and pulled the tall brunette to me at the waist, cupping her ass with my hands. "So tell me, how do you do it right?"
She grinned. "Early in the morning, by the gate."
The End.
Out to Lunch
Her tongue moved in slow circles, caressing the still tingling lips of my vagina. The wetness left by Alan was soon licked clean, replace by red lipstick and her long tongue.
I stared at her ass up in the air. Alan wanted her from behind.
"Let me lick you," I begged. She looked up disappointed.
"But I'm not done," she pouted. Her perky tits glistened and her hard nipples begged for me to suck them.
"You wanted to share," I held Alan up. His long, curved glass cock glistened with the juices I'd covered him with. She smiled.
Taking Alan from my hand, she stood. Sliding her skirt and panties down to her ankles and stepping from them. Her bush trimmed in a straight line.
Grabbing her ass with both hands I pulled her pussy onto my face. Her outer lips were full and flawless. Her inner lips buried deep inside them. My tongue took a long drawn out stoke from the bottom of her pussy to her neatly trimmed hair. She moaned softly.
"You have a pretty pussy," I complimented her.
"Just lick me." She sighed again as I moved my tongue in a zig zag pattern across her lips.
I looked up. She had Alan by the glass ball at his base and licked up and down his shaft. She left a sloppy wet mess that dripped off him and onto her small thin hands.
Reaching up and taking her wrist I pulled Alan down towards my mouth. She moved with him. Our lips and tongues lathered him simultaneous. When our mouths met my pussy trembled.
"Make me cum with your mouth," I demanded. Instantly her lips went back down onto my pussy. Her firm rear end popped into the air.
Her soft tongue probed just inside my lips, lingering on my clitoris and then back down, splitting my pussy in two.
Reaching under her with one hand I found her full lips and spread them apart. I slid Alan along her back. He still dripped with our mingled saliva. Finding her tight hole, I put the tip of Alan inside.
"Oh god," she moaned. Her soft breath caressed my sweet wetness making my pussy quiver. I pushed Alan deeper. She seemed go forget about me and I moved the glass shaft into her tight cunt.
"Eat me while he fucks you," I demanded. She smirked.
Her tongue took two long licks up and down my pussy. I used the first few inches of Alan to dig inside of her and pull her sticky wetness from inside her.
As her tongue split me apart I swear it was longer than some cocks I'd sat on. I jerked and drove the full length on Alan into her. Her pussy clenched and her lips bore down on me harder.
She began sucking my clit. My free hand grabbed her hair and pushed her onto me. I pulled Alan back, nearly removing him from her pussy then drove him fast and hard back into her dripping box.
She let out a squeak but never moved her lips from my clit. She sucked it ferociously, pulling it into her mouth and stroking it with her tongue.
"I'm going to cum," I warned her. She sucked long and hard one last time them released my button from between her glistening lips. Opening her mouth she began to French kiss my pussy like it was a mouth. Her lips pulled on mine and her tongue dug deep into my cunt. I had to let Alan go. Pushing him as far as he would go into her pussy, I left him there as her mouth savored the sweet juices seeping from inside me.
I felt light and airy. My whole body hovered on a cloud high above the dressing room we were fucking in. My arms and legs tingled. My fingers and toes trembled.
"Cum for me baby," her soft voice fluttered up into the sky.
"Yes," I whispered back. Grabbing my tits, I pulled hard on both nipples. Every part of me shook with energy. Then instantly all of it shot down to my pussy where the tip of her tongue flipped at my clit.
"I'm coming."
I felt the first wave rip across my skin.
"I'm coming."
My arms shot down to the bench and my toes curled.
"I'm..."
My pussy erupted. The scent of sweet cum filled the air. Wave after wave of pure fucking coursed through my body and squirted from my lips. Still she sucked.
I came again. Wetness covered her face. Her lips and tongue tore at me. Devouring me. Swallowing ever bit of me.
"Oh fuck," her body arched. I hadn't noticed in my own pleasure but as I came she had been rubbing herself. I looked down. Her eyes were shut. Lines of my pussy juice dribbled off her chin. Her body arched again.
Letting out a gasp her whole body exploded. Her pussy clenched then released in a wave. Alan shot out from her and flew across the dressing room.
I slowly massaged my own clit, relishing in the after glow as I watched her cum long and hard from her own fingers.
A few moments later, she stood and dropped down next to me on the bench.
"I need a fucking cigarette," she exhaled and smiled.
As we dressed, not a word was said. She reached down and picked Alan up.
"Want me to wash him off for you?" she asked.
"Hell no!" I bursted. You taste too damn good to go to waste. I'll take care of it mysel
f when I use him again later."
She pushed the dressing room door open and smiled. We walked to the door and I handed her my card.
"We should hang out sometime," I offered. "What's your name anyway?"
She laughed. "It's Jill. I will definitely be calling you."
Unlocking the door, she opened it for me and I went to my car. Looking back over my shoulder I saw as she tuned the signed that read 'Out to Lunch' back to open.
I had to laugh out loud.
The End.
G Savs A Seat For Mistress Kimmie
The plane was packed - but G saved a seat anyway- hoping his Mistress was going to be on the flight. She had told him she would be flying the same day, possibly the same flight. He could only hope. It was not too hard to hide the fact that it was a seat he was saving for her- and only her - from his wife. He sat in the middle seat next to his wife who chose the aisle seat. G put his jacket and bag on the window seat. Ahhh but if Mistress Kimmie did arrive, this was going to be tough! G felt the stress before he even knew for sure.
G kept watch, waiting for her to arrive, hoping that she would before someone asked for the seat! How could he say it was taken without alerting his wife? He didn't think there was any way possible that he could, unless he told his wife he wanted the extra room for himself. But then how would he give up the seat if she did arrive?
G was looking down and fiddling with his seat belt when he heard a feminine voice ask if the seat was available, he looked up and began to shake his head no, and then he saw it was her! He smiled, so subtle, as his wife was watching closely. "No, no-one is sitting here, please have a seat." G said as he and his wife stood to allow her access to the window seat.
Mistress Kimmie brushed against G's crotch as she moved in front of him. "Excuse me" she said sweetly as she swept past him. Mistress turned her body to block G's view from his wife as she used her fingers to grab and squeeze his cock very quickly. She reached her seat and sat as they too sat back down.
Mistress Kimmie put on her seat belt and raised the armrest that was between her and G, and got herself situated, wiggling her hips against him the whole time. Once Mistress was settled she pulled a blanket out of her bag, draped it across her legs, the edge just reaching to his lap. G used every ounce of control he had so that he didn't get caught paying too much attention to her; at least not yet anyways.
His cock was already straining against his jeans as he thought of the situation he found himself in. He knew his Mistress could be ruthless when she desired to be, but he also knew that she wouldn't intentionally jeopardize his marriage either. However, Mistress Kimmie got what she wanted always and it was his nature to see that she did too. That scared him more than anything; knowing how much control she really had over him.
G tried to relax as the plane began to taxi. All of his attention diverted to the hostess as she began her preflight lecture on safety.
As he was listening to the hostess, keeping a sly eye on Mistress Kimmie, and watching his wife, G felt a slight tug on his left ear as Mistress was messing with his ear. She placed an ear bud in it and he listened as he heard not music, but her voice. She had recorded herself, made him an audio recording; he loved when she did that for him. This is what G heard "Hi baby. I've missed you and I'm so glad you saved me a seat. Now it is ME time; I want to feel your fingers gently but firmly stroke my hot wet pussy; make me cum! I need my lovely bitch slut to please me. Then when I'm satisfied, I'm going to dip my head and take your balls into my mouth squeezing and sucking! My tongue circling over and over until you cum! I want you - all of you. I want to feel your fingers pleasing me! You are my panty boy cum slurping slut - now and forever."
Now G is squirming, trying to control his erection and emotions. He glances over; sees his wife is looking at him. He tries not to appear nervous, or guilty, but he does!
He feels Mistress as her fingers seek his zipper, he tries to turn away, but Mistress grabs on and pulls his cock! G turns away from Mistress, trying to avoid confrontation in front of his wife; but he knows he will pay for that mistake later!
Then he hears Mistress say very softly into his ear "Unless you want me to loudly announce to everyone here what you are to me and to place your collar around your neck, don't deny me my panty boy slut! Do as I say. Unzip your pants and pull your cock out!"
G has no choice; he does as she bids, she is his Mistress, and his wife is sitting right there, so he has no choice but to obey! G felt the pre-cum leaking out of his hardening cock as he released it from his clothes; aching for Mistress to touch him, yet terrified that she would!
"Now" Mistress whispers in his ear, "please me, I need to feel your fingers on my hot wet pussy, stroking my lips as you caress me so gently" as she reaches under the blanket and runs her fingers around G's swollen cock, swiping up the pre cum that is oozing out. Mistress catches G's eyes as she takes her cum soaked finger and so seductively places it in her own mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop.
G wants to touch her so bad, to obey her, he is so wet, so hard; but he feels like his wife is glaring at him.
He looks down to make sure his crotch is covered by the blanket, and it is, but it's kind of hard to hide so he puts an open magazine over his lap. G then glances back at his wife, she has her eyes closed.
Mistress continues running her fingers up and down his cock - causing extremely erotic sensations! He looks to his left, directly at Mistress as she again sucks on her finger seductively! Her red wet lips so inviting!
Mistress moves in her seat, adjusting her body so that her left leg is propped up next to the window, she grabs his left hand and guides it under her blanket. His fingers automatically reach for her pussy - searching for her swollen nub!
Mistress squirms as G touches her warm pussy, and he realizes his hand is instantly soaked - she is so hot and so wet! G's fingers search out her warmth and circle around and over her sensitive clit, causing Mistress to moan in pleasure.
G glances up at his wife, hoping that she is not aware of his activities; ah good, her eyes are still closed. G relaxes a bit, giving Mistress his full attention now.
G then uses his fingers to probe Mistress's hot tight hole, reaching her g-spot, causing Mistress to begin thrashing around on her seat. He is worried that her thrashing and moaning will waken his wife but G knows better than to stop his probing and stroking at this point; knows he must allow her to finish completely.
G is always amazed and humbled that Mistress allows him to touch her and to serve her. He loves how he so easily brings her to climax! He feels honored each and every time that she allows him to touch her most intimate parts, pleasing her.
Mistress clamps her legs down tight on G's hand and her breathing becomes heavy and rapid as her juices begin flowing. G continues his finger probing until Mistress gives him permission to stop.
Once she has completely finished cumming and reaches a relaxed state Mistress gently puts her leg down and she reaches for her drink! As she takes a long sip of her iced tea, Mistress looks over at him and says loudly "excuse me sir but I dropped my ring" as she bends over his lap and gets down on her knees.
G feels excitement yet dread as she appears before him on her knees; her head under the blanket.
G feels her lips and tongue begins circling around on his cock! She is taking him in her mouth right on the plane. G jumps as he feels coolness and heat from an ice cube Mistress has in her mouth; refreshing and stimulating his already hard, leaky cock.
G cannot stop himself as he feels himself losing control. The cool-warm sensation combined with the thrill of Mistress on her knees servicing him causes him to cum almost immediately!
Mistress never stops sucking and swallowing his cum as she takes it all in before she quietly and calmly gets up; holding a ring in her fingers as if to say I found it!
G cannot move - so shell shocked. This is the first time Mistress has ever serviced him like this. He feels so special.
He looks over at his wife and is
thankful her eyes are still closed. He looks adoringly at Mistress, as she too notices the closed eyes of his wife!
Mistress ignores all around them as she drapes herself over G, giving him a wet, sloppy tongue fucking kiss. G is delighted at the warm salty taste in her mouth as Mistress spits cum into his mouth. G sucks greedily on her tongue as he eagerly swallows it down and smiles! He knows Mistress always makes him clean up after himself, licking every last drop of cum up.
Mistress winks at G as she removes her blanket with a smile, folding it and putting it away just in time for the descent! What a flight!
The End.
A Night to Remember
My wife had no idea what my plans were. She liked playing games; I did too. Tonight, I put a double shot in her drink. Before dinner, I slipped behind her, and ground my cock against her ass and grabbed her tits.
"I've got plans for you tonight." I whispered in her ear.
"And what might those be?" She turned and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue in my mouth.
"I'm not telling. After dinner, you'll be tied down and drunk. But more than that, I won't say."
"Maybe I can't wait until after dinner."
"Maybe you'll have to."
So we sat down and started to eat a simple dinner of chicken, green beans, and a salad. I made her a second drink -- with another double shot. She sipped her drink, played with her food, and squirmed in her seat.
"You look a bit flushed. Unless I miss my guess, you're getting pretty wet with anticipation. I'll bet those nipples of yours are hard, and your cunt is nice and moist. My pierced prick would slip in you pretty easily, I'll bet. Looking forward to getting some cock?"
"Mmm... I guess that's the problem with being married so long. You read me pretty well..." She finished her second drink and pushed away from the table. "I need to get downstairs -- I am afraid that someone is going to fuck me silly."
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