Liz didn’t have sufficient access to Travis’ penis so she decided to shake things up a bit. Without taking her mouth off Travis’ lips or making his hard fingers lose contact with her breast, Liz adjusted her position in Travis’ lap. Her pussy lips spread with her thighs and warm liquid trickled out from inside of her.
He had both hands on her tits now, squeezing her roughly the way she liked it when she was really good and drunk. She shrugged her coat off onto the floor then got her hands down on his crotch to return the favor. His rod was already stiff and hard—no whiskey dick for this man—which was good because Liz was ready for some very serious action.
She jerked at Travis’ belt, impatient to get him naked, while his thumbs strummed her nipples toward heaven. Pants finally opened, she shoved at his underwear, making little progress until he helped her by lifting his ass so she could push it down enough to free him. He never took his hands off her breasts or his lips off her mouth.
She had him in both hands now, small brown fingers wrapped around his hot hard dick. He was more than ready for her but she still had her damn high-heeled shoes on and pantyhose were such a pain when it came to fast hard sex.
She reared up on her knees, still straddling him, an idea perking to life in her fevered brain. Travis’ hands sank down to her hips to encourage Liz while her fingers clawed at her dark green dress, pulling it up to her waist. Her nails were long and sharp. She grabbed the crotch of her panty hose and pulled until the undergarment ripped, making a jagged opening where Travis’ dick needed to be. Then Liz yanked her sopping panties aside with her left hand while her right guided Travis’ hard hot meat directly to her slit so she could sit on him.
He was thick, of course, one of his best assets down below was an impressive girth that really filled her up. They’d got into the habit of trying sweet lubricants—honey was their favorite but they’d tried just about everything in the refrigerator now from relatively mundane milk and wine to more messily creative textures like pudding and jelly. Tonight Liz didn’t need any of those things. Tonight all she wanted was her man’s hard meat beneath her lips so she could sit down and—oh, Sweet Lord in Heaven! That was wonderful.
She held herself suspended for several moments just trying to breathe. Then Travis caught his own breath and began to pump his hips beneath her, driving his hot rod deep into her even hotter vagina.
The crotch of Liz’s panties caught on his meat and wedged themselves partially inside her body. Not that it mattered now. All she really cared about now was the friction Travis’ cock generated within as he thrust in and out. That and the way her heart pounded so forcefully that she could feel her pulse nearly bursting out of the blood vessels in her throat.
Wonderful as it was, the stimulation wasn’t quite enough for Liz. Until she actually started coming nothing was ever enough for Liz. So she gave her hips a little twist as she sank back down on Travis’ granite tool and shuddered through the tremors her gyration sparked throughout her body.
Her head briefly rested on Travis’ shoulder as she ground herself on his cock. Her thumb and forefinger pinched her own nipple, twisting it hard while she wished she’d taken the time to get it out from beneath her dress and bra.
She forced herself up again, dragging her pussy the length of Travis’ cock, feeling the flared rim of his dick’s fat head scraping the sides of her vagina. She twisted her hips back and forth, searching for the perfect angle when she sat down on her man again. The fingers on her nipple pulled her covered tit taut, trying to trigger her orgasm. She wanted to see Travis’ mouth upon them, but there was no way she was stopping now to take the dress off.
“Is this what you…wear when you…go to court?” Travis asked her between strokes of his cock.
The question confused her. “I…yes…sometimes,” she sputtered out the words. It was hard to formulate the answers—difficult to get her mind to focus past the buzzing hum of electricity building between her legs at the command of Travis’ rigid cock.
“Have you…done it in court…with one of your…lawyer boyfriends?” Travis grunted.
“What?” Liz asked, wondering where this bizarre question had come from. It shocked her so much that she momentarily lost her rhythm. “No! Of course not!”
“Then would you like to?” Travis asked.
This time Liz’s hesitation was more than a simple stutter or lost beat in their fucking as her mind focused on Travis’ question. She did like to have sex in unusual places. But in court? With another man? The idea frankly horrified her. She was with Travis now!
Travis evidently realized he’d been unclear. “With me, I mean!” His hands on her hips forced her back down until his dick met her cervix.
Those two tiny words—with me—changed everything for Liz. “Oh, God, yes!” she hissed and simultaneously launched into orgasm.
Travis was still hard as he rolled Liz over on her back and began pumping again. His dick moved smoothly in and out of her body despite the fact that he was fucking her through a hole in her pantyhose with her panties only pulled to the side. Somehow being fully clothed added to Liz’s excitement. It made her feel dirty in that good little way that feeling her man during a movie or letting him surreptitiously squeeze her ass in public always did.
But what was really getting to her tonight was the urgency of her need for Travis and his reciprocal need for her. They hadn’t even waited to take off their clothes. They’d wanted each other that badly!
She maneuvered her ass to a slightly more comfortable position on the couch and began thrusting her hips up in time with him. Travis’ face had flushed dark red and beads of sweat dripped off the tip of his nose. If he’d been an older man, Liz would have had a twinge of concern for his health, but young guys like Travis didn’t have to worry about heart attacks. They could thrust and pump to the earliest hours of the morning and then wake up after a brief nap and start fucking again. Still it wouldn’t hurt to try and help him stay healthy above her.
“Come on, honey,” she muttered, “let’s get this damn coat and your jacket off of you.” She pulled at the jacket and Travis impatiently shrugged the garments off onto the floor.
Liz got her hands on his shirt and tried to pull that up his stomach and over his head, but it fit too well or his shoulders were too muscular, or something, because she couldn’t get it off him with the buttons all fastened.
Travis popped out of her pussy, which clearly frustrated him, but rather than push himself back in, he wrenched his necktie off and clawed at the buttoned collar of his dress shirt. Huge wet spots marked his underarms and now that she could catch her breath and focus a little better, she realized he was sweating even more profusely than she had thought. Enough that she reconsidered the possibility of heart attack or stroke.
“Let me help you, honey,” she said. She began to fumble with his buttons, accidentally dislodging him from the couch so that they both rolled over onto the floor with Liz on top—a position she’d always thoroughly enjoyed. His cock was still completely hard beneath her and she ground herself on his length as she finished unbuttoning his shirt.
“Now, you!” Travis told her as he struggled into a sitting position and finally wrenched dress shirt and t-shirt off his sweaty body.
Liz reached behind her to unzip her dress but her own damn coat was in the way. No wonder she was so hot tonight. She shrugged out of it, but evidently took too much time doing so because Travis manhandled her around so that she faced the couch and yanked the zipper down on her dress. Then the garment was up and over her head and Liz’s ripped pantyhose and soiled panties were down around her knee. Still facing Liz from behind, Travis felt between her legs, briefly inserting his finger between her labia. Evidently satisfied with what he found, he replaced his finger with the wedge-shaped head of his cock and began to stretch Liz out from a completely different angle and direction.
Taking Liz from behind always let Travis get deeper inside her until his groin pressed tight against the cheeks of her
ass. Then he finished taking control of their love making by grasping her left breast with one hand while massaging her aching clitoris with the other. Embraced high and low with Travis’ cock repeatedly plumbing her innermost depths, there was nothing left for Liz to do but squeeze her vagina tight around her man’s dick each time he thrust it deep inside her.
It didn’t take him long this time.
Four, five, six wonderful times he filled her, then his white hot cum began shooting deep inside her while the fingers riding her clit edged her into an answering orgasm.
Liz laid panting, breasts pressed flat on the cushions of the couch while her knees continued to rest on the hard floor of the apartment. Travis’ body lay like deadweight on top of her.
She tried to move. “Let me up, honey,” she said. “You’re too heavy for me.”
Travis groaned and rolled to the side so that his back was to the couch and his head sprawled onto the seat cushion next to Liz. “Whew!” he said. “You really get me going. Give me a moment to catch my breath and I’ll eat you out while I recharge.”
Liz still felt quite winded as well, but wondered if she shouldn’t go clean up a bit if Travis planned to get busy down between her legs. He was currently leaking out of her, after all, not that he had ever complained.
She started to force herself to rise, but gave up and let her head sink against the cushion again. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her good dress and Travis’ new suit jacket lying rumpled on the floor.
He kicked at his shoes until they came off, then finished shoving his pants off so that he was finally naked accept for his socks.
The socks didn’t seem to bother him. He rolled onto his side and pinched her bare bottom. “Come here, you! I’m not finished with you yet.”
Liz wanted to shake her head to clear it, but her muscles felt like jelly and it was just too much effort.
“Socks first,” she told him—more to buy herself time than because they really bothered her. “I want you at your sexy best.”
Travis pulled the socks off. “And I want you naked beneath me,” he told her.
He got to his feet, his prick hanging between them. It was a lot smaller than it had been a few minutes ago, but she knew he was right about recharging. Travis was always good for two goes and sometimes even more if she had the energy to help him. With the night still so young, Liz figured that was exactly what she wanted to do.
Pushing herself up off the couch, she turned to face him, still on her knees with her panties and ripped-pantyhose tangled around her thighs. His dick was directly in front of her face.
“Well, hello there,” she murmured. With her right hand she lightly touched Travis’ inner thigh while she nuzzled his shaft with her lips. A combination of their juices covered it but that really didn’t bother Liz. She’d always liked it a little dirty.
He got his hands in her hair in the way that all guys like to do to try and control the action when a woman sucked on him. But Liz had no intention of giving up control and rushing the job. Travis had just brought her to a handful of orgasms and she was going to return some of that pleasure.
She flicked her tongue out from between her lips and deftly began to turn Travis hard. A couple of comments her sister had made over the years made Liz believe that Kara didn’t really like giving head, but Liz had always enjoyed bringing a guy off with her mouth. She liked power and let’s face it, making a guy rock hard like this always made her feel desirable and in control. But making him lose control and shoot his load—or better yet, holding back on his release while she teased and tormented him until he begged—that was a whole other level of dominance.
His shaft straightened out long before Liz was ready to take him in her mouth. He was sparkly clean now—glistening with her saliva—and his big balls lay heavily in her left hand. She looked up at him with sultry, come fuck me eyes and rubbed her dark cheek against the circumcised head of his penis. She could feel the precum on her skin while her right hand began to pump his lubricated shaft.
His breathing was heavier now and he shifted his stance to help him keep his balance. Her tits grazed against his thighs, sending shivers of pleasure through both of them.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. “We’re never sure if we get a third time.”
“So you’re moving in with me even though you doubt my talents?” Liz teased him.
“I don’t doubt you, Liz,” Travis assured her. “I just want to make sure you know what you’re doing.”
“What I think I’m doing is this!”
Liz straightened up as high as she could while kneeling and enveloped Travis’ thick head with her mouth. Her lips squeezed tight around him and her tongue pressed his length while she took more and more of him, sliding past his thick purple rim until his cock brushed against her esophagus. She could take more, but not from this position.
She pulled off. “Sit down on the couch!” she demanded.
Travis had thrown his head back in delirious pleasure and had trouble instantly following her orders.
“Now!”
Travis sank down hard, his long prick pulled free of her hand for a moment and smacked against his abdomen.
Liz took hold of it again and pointed it straight at her mouth. Then she opened her lips as wide as they could go and took his whole length inside her, swallowing him like some porn star until her mouth met his groin.
She held the position for a moment, wishing she could do something more but it was damn hard not to gag with this much meat inside of her. She could feel Travis throbbing inside her, his dick probably leaking precum down her throat. His wind came in labored gasps as he tried to keep from thrusting himself against her—as if his cock could actually go deeper than it was just now. She tickled his big hairy testicles with the nails of one hand and guided his hand to her nipple.
He squeezed sending paroxysms of pleasure rolling through her body. She lowered her hand from her breast toward her pussy. Her hand jerked away from the sensitive flesh of her tattoo, but she persevered and found her clitoris, sending further shockwaves shooting through her.
Then she carefully pulled off of Travis again until she could suck hard on the very tip of his erection before sliding her lips forward to swallow him once more.
He bucked once in a completely uncontrollable spasm and began to shoot his load.
“Your turn,” Travis mumbled as he tightened his embrace of her body where they lay together on the floor. Coming twice so rapidly had clearly exhausted him but he was always eager to make certain Liz came again. That was just part of what made him such a great guy.
She caressed his cheek with her hand. “Rest a little, honey,” she told him. “We can do it again in the morning…” A troubling thought crossed her mind. “Or do you have to be back in Flint to teach tomorrow?”
“Afraid so,” Travis told her.
Then an even worse thought occurred to her. She had to be in court tomorrow morning. “Damn!” she said. “I have to work tomorrow, too, so we can’t just call in sick.”
Travis stirred himself, getting to his knees. “Then I guess I’d better carry you into the bedroom and make certain you’re completely relaxed so you can get a good night’s sleep.”
He scooped her up in his arms and staggered to his feet, carrying her through the apartment as he had when they arrived home from the restaurant.
Home! This was Travis’ home now too, Liz realized. Idly she wondered just how long Mama would rant and scream about that little tidbit when Liz shared it with her.
Travis eased her through the bedroom door, navigating with the aid of the light from the hallway. He laid her down on a bed still rumpled from last night’s sleeping—Liz hadn’t made it this morning because she didn’t know that Travis was coming. Then he slipped the high-heeled shoes off of each of her feet and finished pulling her hose and panties off of her.
“Now let’s see what I can do to help you relax,” Travis told her. “How about we start with a m
assage?”
His fingers found her left foot and began kneading the muscles with slow forceful movements.
Liz groaned—which only encouraged Travis. His thumb had a gift for flattening out her tight little muscles so that her whole body stretched with pleasure.
After several patient minutes he switched to the other foot and began administering to it as well.
It was such a delicious feeling that Liz couldn’t help reaching down between her legs to play with herself a little.
Her fingers touched the bare spot, still slightly slick with A&D goo, where Tony had tattooed the honeybee to her groin and her whole body stiffened with shocked recollection.
“Did that feel good?” Travis asked. “Let me try it again.”
Whatever he was doing to that foot felt heavenly also, but that still wasn’t as wonderful as the excitement suddenly pounding back into Liz’s chest. In the heady exhilaration of Travis’ announcement, Liz had actually forgotten about her own sexy surprise.
She covered the spot with her hand now, forcing herself to patience as Travis finally began to work his massage up onto Liz’s calves.
It felt fantastic, of course, but Liz could no longer simply relax and enjoy it as she waited for Travis to make his discovery. Her pussy began to get wet again in anticipation of what was to come.
When Travis’ fingers reached her soft dark thighs, he began to bring his lips and tongue into the game again, kissing and tickling her as he advanced up her body. His hands began to spread her thighs even wider while he sucked gently on all of her sensitive places.
She suspected he was getting hard again, but she kept her mouth shut and didn’t ask. She wanted him to keep kissing his way up until he made his discovery.
His lips chastely brushed against her labia before his tongue came out to gently pierce the folds of flesh. She couldn’t help quivering beneath him, utterly enjoying the sensation even as she grew impatient with him.
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