She began laughing hysterically. “Oh, God, yes, I think that you can assume that and then some. That was simply awesome.”
I held her close and kissed her for a few minutes while her breathing slowed to normal. I was terribly turned-on, rock-hard, and very relieved when I felt her hand working its way down between us. I was even more pleased when she wrapped her fingers gently around me. “Your hand feels so good.”
She giggled. “Just wait, it’s going to feel better. You have been so good at taking care of me that I think it’s time for me to take care of you. Lie back, close your eyes, and relax. I’ll do the rest.”
She began by slowly sliding her hand up and down. I groaned blissfully. “For someone who hasn’t done this for a year or so, you haven’t lost your touch,” I said with a large grin.
She stopped stroking with her hand for a moment and began kissing the underside of my shaft. Her kisses were soft, slow, and wet. As she kissed her way up and down, she let her lips slide down over each side. After she made her way up and down several times, she began sliding her open mouth along the underside of my cock, stopping just below the head.
She paused for a moment and shivered with a slight moan. “I can’t wait to have you in my mouth and really taste you,” she said in a sexy, heady voice.
I took a deep breath and sighed. “Do you have any idea how wonderful that sounds to me right now?”
She leaned up on one elbow and began slowly sliding her hand up and down my moistened shaft again. “Yes, I think I can. I imagine that you would like for me to swallow you whole right now.”
“Hmmmm, yes, that’s pretty much what’s on the top of my wish list,” I laughed.
“That wish will come true tomorrow if we get our results back,” she said as she continued stroking my cock, her mouth only inches away.
“I’m getting close, baby. Your hand feels so good,” I moaned in a breathless whisper.
She bent down, took my nipple in her mouth, and began pumping a little faster. She teased me with the tip of her tongue and gently bit down. I squirmed and spontaneously thrust my hips up. “Hmmmm,” I groaned, “that felt good.”
With a little encouragement, she kissed and sucked on my nipples a little harder and began stroking me a little faster.
She looked up at me. “Is that good for you, baby? Do you want it faster or slower? Just tell me what you need, sweetheart.”
I groaned holding her face to my nipple. “No,” I pleaded, gasping, “don’t … don’t stop. Just don’t stop,” I whispered. My body stiffened, and my orgasm was now at the point of no return. The waves of ecstasy were already building deep within my groin. My stomach clenched and my legs stiffened. I began to curl up on myself when I felt the contraction deep within me, and a long stream of white liquid shot out across my chest and stomach.
“Oh, yeah,” I groaned as my cock jerked reflexively in her hand. Another contraction and another long strip of my seed erupted from the end of my cock, adding to the white cream already strung out across my body.
She giggled. “That’s beautiful. Come on, baby, you’ve got more in there.”
I whimpered with another eruption that landed only inches from her hand.
She stopped her rapid pumping motions and began to strip my cock slowly up and down as if she were milking it. I shuddered with one more contraction, releasing the last of my seed. It flowed gently from the end on my phallus, covering her hand and fingers.
She looked fixedly at the head of my cock, glistening with my release, while she milked and squeezed out all the cum that remained within me. Her breath was quick and labored. She licked her lips as she bent down to smell. She whimpered with a slight shudder still stroking and milking my cock as if she couldn’t stop.
She inhaled deeply again. “I can almost taste you. It’s warm and salty and slippery and sticky, and I want you in my mouth so fucking bad,” she whispered, her lips only a fraction of an inch away from me.
She loosened her grip on my shaft and slid her hand up over the end wiping the remains of my cum off between her thumb and forefinger. She held it up to her face and slowly breathed in again. “I won’t let this go to waste next time.” She looked at me briefly, and then, she looked quickly back at her hand. She moaned, took a deep breath, and let out a deep, mournful sigh. “I want this in my mouth. I want you in my mouth. I can’t wait to taste you.”
I reached up and pulled her down next to me. She lay on her side facing me and placed her semen-stained hand on my chest.
She looked up as I kissed her upturned lips. “I’m sorry for the mess,” she said. “Next time it will all go in my mouth, and it won’t be messy.”
I groaned and placed my hand over hers. “You are a special lady, Shannen, exotic and intoxicating. In all my years, I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”
She giggled as she ran her squishy hand over my chest coating me with some of my sticky release. “That’s because you have never slept with a woman that was African, English, American Indian, French, Hispanic, and Irish before. And that, Alexander, is a hot combination when it comes to sex drive.”
I looked down as she ran her fingers through the semen she had spread on my chest and chuckled.
She looked up into my eyes. “Does this bother you, me spreading your cum on your chest?” she asked as she circled my right nipple with some of it.
I kissed her shoulder. “No, baby, I don’t think that you could do anything that I wouldn’t like except tell me that you don’t want to see me again.”
She shook her head. “Hm, I can’t kiss that nipple now because it’s wet with your cum.”
She swirled her index finger through some of the semen still puddled on my stomach. She gave me a sly look and rubbed her finger over her left nipple leaving it slick and shiny. “Doesn’t that look delicious?” she asked in a sexy, drawn-out voice.
I gave out a low growl and took a calming breath. “It’s incredibly sexy,” I replied, my voice cracking.
She smiled up at me as she took her breast and held her nipple up to my lips. I pulled back. “What’s the matter, honey? Don’t you like the taste of your own cum?” she asked in a sexy, sympathetic voice.
I looked at her cautiously as I pulled further back from her nipple. “I … I … I never have … tasted it before.”
She looked at me curiously. “You mean that you have never tasted yourself?”
I shook my head.
She cocked her head to one side with a faint smile. “I know what I taste like,” she said as she bent her knees and parted her thighs slightly.
I shrugged my shoulders. “That’s different and sexy. Besides, pussies were designed to smell good and taste good so they would attract mates.”
She reached down and slipped two of her fingers in her slit for a moment. When she pulled them out, they were covered with her exotic, aromatic juices. She smiled at me as she held her fingers up to her nose. “They sure smell good,” she teased as she wafted them in the air. She looked directly at me as she slowly placed them in her mouth and sucked her juices off them. She shuddered with a slight moan. “And, I taste good, real good,” she emphasized as she licked between her fingers.
I whimpered, desperately wanting to place her fingers in my mouth. “You are torturing me, but then, you know that, don’t you?”
She smiled and gave me the sexiest look ever. “I should do it again just to increase your agony, but I’ll be nice. Alex, I will demand to be kissed after I give you a blowjob and you come in my mouth,” she said in as sexy a voice as she could while she slowly licked her lips.
“You will swallow first, won’t you?”
She chuckled. “Of course, I’ll swallow before I kiss you. Most of it anyway,” she grinned.
I frowned and shook my head, wondering if she were telling me the truth or teasing me.
Now it was her turn to shake her head. “Don’t you frown at me. If I give you oral sex and swallow, the least you can do is kiss me afterwards. So you m
ight as well get used to it,” she said as she held her nipple back up to my lips.
I gave her an apprehensive look, but I certainly couldn’t fault her reasoning. If she were going to suck me dry and swallow, how could I refuse to kiss her? Besides, knowing her as I do now, there was no doubt that there would be a little semen left on her lips and in her mouth.
She was now rubbing her moistened nipple gently across my lips. “Come on, open that mouth, big boy, and think about that first blowjob.”
“Jeez,” I grumbled noticeably, knowing that I had little choice but to suck on her nipple. She just stayed right where she was and kept sliding it across my lips. Finally, I chuckled quietly and stuck the tip of my tongue out barely touching it to her nipple. It was rock hard and slippery. Fearing the worst, I quickly drew my tongue back in my mouth. I tasted it for a moment and really couldn’t make anything out except that it was slick. I slid my tongue back and forth on the roof of my mouth for a moment, and I concluded that there wasn’t much taste to it and that it was mostly just slippery.
“Oh, come on now,” she said impatiently. “It can’t be that bad. Open your mouth and suck on it. My nipple’s getting cold,” she said, pushing it back against my lips.
Sliding her nipple back and forth across my lips was getting to me, and I wanted it in my mouth. I figured that if she were willing to swallow for me, the least I could do was taste it. So I slowly parted my lips and sucked her nipple in my mouth.
She made a sweet, cooing sound and pressed her breast into my face. “Yes, that’s my good boy. Your mouth feels so good and warm. My nipple was getting cold.”
It slid easily between my lips. The slippery texture of her nipple seemed strangely erotic. Once I got over the fact that it was my cum that was on it, and it didn’t taste so bad, I actually didn’t mind it so much. I even gave a little moan as her nipple warmed up and the slipperiness was gone. I kissed and sucked on her titty for quite some time while she held me close and made cute, little, purring sounds.
I was feeling just about as contented as anyone could possibly feel when she popped her nipple out of my mouth. I moaned my dissatisfaction. “Just a second, baby, and I will give it back to you,” she said as she took her finger and smeared more of my sticky seed all over her nipple again.
I moaned my dissatisfaction again. “There’s more stuff on it this time,” I complained.
She giggled. “That’s not a lot compared to a mouth full. Come on, handsome, open that mouth and suck on my titty. It’s getting cold again,” she complained as she nudged it against my lips.
I glanced up and gave her a dirty look while I parted my lips and took her nipple in my mouth. “Good … boy,” she said in a long, drawn-out mournful sigh. “That was much better. You see; it’s not so bad, after all, is it?”
I shrugged my shoulders and didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to do or say anything that might encourage her. I simply stayed there and sucked and kissed her incredible nipple for quite a long time. The longer I sucked and kissed it, the softer it became until it was completely relaxed and no longer stiff and puckered.
She moaned and kissed my cheek. “Suck on the other one for a while, baby. It needs some attention.”
I took a quick look at her other nipple and was pleased to see that it wasn’t wet, so I moved swiftly, very swiftly.
She giggled. “I think that we are going to be very compatible in bed.”
I smiled without taking my lips off her nipple. I thought about it for a moment and wondered why she felt that way. “What makes you think so?”
She pulled my lips from her nipple, drew them up to hers, and gave me a sexy, passionate kiss. “It’s simple. It’s because you are so willing to please me. You always want to make sure that I orgasm. Yesterday you gave me a wonderful orgasm, and you didn’t even demand anything in return. I’ve never known any man like that. And just now, even though you didn’t want to, you were willing to lick and suck your sperm off my nipple. I just think that says a lot about how tender and loving you are.”
I smiled briefly. “That’s because it’s such a pretty nipple, and I couldn’t resist it.” I got up to get a warm washcloth. When I returned, I cleaned her with it removing all of the sperm that had landed on her when I climaxed.
She moaned as I worked on her. “You are such a thoughtful, sweet man, Mr. Thompson.”
“I don’t know about that, Miss Carter, but there is no doubt that you bring out the best in me.”
We lay back in bed, turned out the light and entwined our limbs getting as close to each other as we possibly could.
For some reason, I couldn’t get my mind off how much she liked sex and how eager she was. Given that, I couldn’t figure out why she hadn’t dated anyone, according to her, in a very long time.
I shook my head. “Something must have happened to you,” I spoke quietly, “that has kept you away from this kind of joy and intimacy for a whole year.”
She sighed. “It’s been more like a year and a half,” she said, rolling onto her other side facing away from me and snuggling her bottom up against my groin with a wiggle.
Because of her evasive answer, I began to worry about baggage. Hell, I thought, everyone has baggage. That’s no big deal. But what kind of baggage would cause a woman like her to avoid intimacy and sex for such a long time? No sex for a year and a half. “That seems almost impossible,” I mumbled.
She stirred gently and wiggled up closer up to me. “What seems impossible, honey?”
I hadn’t meant for her to hear that. “I’m sorry; I was actually kind of talking to myself,” I chuckled.
She snuggled into me. “What did you tell yourself, then?”
“Well, I just thought that whatever happened to you must have been fairly traumatic for it to ward you off men for such a long time. Especially now that I know how deeply passionate and responsive you are.”
She took a deep breath and sighed but didn’t say anything. I began to worry that I had said something that was too personal or too painful. Actually, it wasn’t really any of my business in the first place.
I nudged my pelvis gently into her bottom. “Hey, I’m sorry. That’s none of my business. I shouldn’t have asked.”
She remained silent, and I began to get more concerned. “Hey, Shannen, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. Like I said, it’s none of my business.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Your question made me think back for a moment, and it was kind of like déjà vu for me. I just got lost in my thoughts for a moment.”
I drew her closer to me, if that were possible. “In any event, you really don’t have to answer because, like I said, it’s not important.”
She was still for a moment and then turned to face me. “It is important, though. It’s very important because you are so much different from him.”
I lowered my face to hers and gave her a gentle kiss. “Then I take it that it was another man.”
She nodded. “If you can call him that,” she sighed. “In the end, he certainly wasn’t a gentleman.”
“What happened?”
“Oh, jeez, it’s a fairly long story, but if we stay together, you will find out sooner or later anyway.”
“Okay?” I said with a questioning intonation.
“Jamal came from a wealthy, black family here in Seattle. Their roots go back to the days when the town was nothing more than a fishing and shipping port for people that were headed for Alaska during the gold rush. They got their start in commercial fishing when sardines were so plentiful everyone figured they would last forever. Well, eventually, they overharvested the fishery, and the fishing industry collapsed. In the meantime, however, their family amassed a fortune and invested heavily in waterfront property, mostly docks and warehouses.”
“How did you meet him?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “That’s where the problem started. His family hired our firm to do some marketing for them, and so technically, he was a client. I know, big mistake,
but it was only the first one. He was good-looking, well-educated, and charming. He was so charming and attentive that I thought right from the start that he just might be ‘Mister Perfect’, so I fell hard for him. I mean head over heels. He was wealthy, extravagant, and he consumed every second of my time.”
“Well, he does sound like he would have been ‘Mister Perfect’,” I said, wondering what might have gone so terribly wrong.
“Yes, and I was at the point in our relationship where I was willing to bear his children. After six months, he began to change. It wasn’t anything that I could put my finger on, at first. He would miss coming over to my house for dinner, or he would stand me up at the last minute when we were supposed to go out on a date. He always had some excuse that he had to go to a business meeting of some sort. After a while, he was only seeing me two or three times a week, and I became suspicious, not to mention lonely.”
“Oh, boy, that doesn’t sound good.”
She chuckled. “This is the first time I have been able to laugh about it because it wasn’t good, not good at all. We worked and traveled in many of the same circles, and I began to hear rumors that he was seeing other women and that he was even going out with escorts. I couldn’t believe it, at first. I didn’t believe it because I chose not to. However, the rumors kept surfacing, and the gut-wrenching pain became overwhelming. Eventually, I got to the point where I no longer believed him, and I had to find out for myself.”
I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips. “I’m so sorry that you had to go through that. I just don’t see how anyone could cheat on someone as beautiful as you are.”
She kissed me back. “Thank you, Alex, but men do it all the time. I finally realized that some of the most beautiful women in Hollywood get cheated on.”
“So that’s it? You found out that he was actually cheating on you, and you dumped him?”
She shook her head slowly. “I wish. I wish that were all that happened. No, I had to get snoopy. I don’t know if my heart was broken or if my ego was shattered, but I followed him because I had to know. That’s something I will never do again. If a man doesn’t want me, then fine, I’ll back off. I will never chase another man again. Anyway, it took me a while, but I finally caught him in the act.”
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