by Alina Sawyer
She began to quiver rapidly, her legs almost refusing to hold her up. She had barely time to let out one explosive chuff when her orgasm overwhelmed her. It hit her so hard that she barely had the breath to make a sound, other than a low moan deep within her throat.
Her buns clenched and flexed and he kept his tongue in contact with her sensitive spot even as she thrashed and convulsed. She was lost in the sensations coming at once from her clit, her cunt, and her asshole, but also from deep within her throbbing belly. She slowed her fingers around her clit and with drew the two she had shoved far into her vagina, stretching her opening with the first part of her hand.
He eased up on his attention to her anus, flicking his tongue softly across the ridges and wiry golden hairs that adorned her cleft. His only disappointment was that he hadn't had the chance to suckle her fat, sensitive clit and taste the pungent cream that lubricated the walls of her pussy.
When she could take no more of his delightful attention, she sank to her knees, letting the water wash over her. He bent over her, leaning around until their mouths met is a tender kiss.
"Thank you," she whispered, "thank you." She leaned her head back against his broad shoulder.
He turned and, equally quietly told her, "Any time, Lin. Anytime." He felt rather smug that he had given her so much pleasure and helped her come so hard.
They stayed like that for several more minutes, his arms wrapped around her, feeling the soft rise and fall of her chest as her breath returned to normal, nuzzling her buns with his erection in a relaxed and undemanding way. Finally, the water began to run cool and Linda suggested they get out and dry off.
They made a game of toweling each other off, being careful not to rub too roughly on sensitive spots.
Later, after he had laid a fire, they made love by moon- and firelight and she taught him another way to please her. She in turn delighted him with her tight, slick canal bouncing up and down his aching dick as she straddled her lover. He reflexively matched her motion, seeking the release that he now needed so badly.
He was mesmerized by the way the firelight turned her golden pubic hair almost flaming red, and glistened off the beads of sweat forming on their skin. When she reached behind herself to fondle his balls, he came in convulsive spurts that seemed to fill her up and caused her walls to contract involuntarily around his swollen shaft. They both enjoyed that. A lot. He bucked and thrust as he came and she loved the feeling. She also loved to hear the feral noises he made when such an intense orgasm seized him. She nearly came herself from his thrashing against her engorged clitoris but she knew that getting the rest of the way would take too much out of her now, after that incredible climax in the shower.
After, she had softly sucked him clean, relishing the taste of her cunt juices mixed with his semen. This attention as he was immersed in the afterglow of orgasm only added to his satisfaction and relaxation. Soon, she pulled the old quilt over them and fell asleep beside him while he watched the orange flames dancing among to logs in the fireplace. At last, he too fell asleep, deeply, until dawn came through the plate glass windows that comprised the front wall of the cabin.
The End.
Little Oral Erin
As I opened the door I could hear the haunting voice of Sarah Brightman singing 'All I ask of you' from the Phantom Of The Opera. I knew it was going to be a great evening! Erin likes to set the mood with music and candlelight. Sure enough, as I rounded the corner into the living room, there she was, kneeling on the floor wearing nothing but a black, lacy bra encasing her generous young breasts and matching panties, barely hiding her meaty, already damp, pussy She turns her head to look and her face lights up as she sees me smiling down at her.. Erin is 20 years old. I am over 60, but we seem to be quite compatible.. We like the same music, movies, and foods. And other forms of entertainment
Erin is such a joy to have around. She is tall, a tad chubby by American standards (but I like my women to have a little substance!), young, enthusiastic, very pretty, with curly red hair that falls in ringlets about her face. Best of all, she adores me! Almost as much as I adore her! She tells me how good I make her feel, especially when she stands naked in front of me. She can see the love and lust in my eyes as I look her up and down, smiling slightly as my gaze rests upon her breasts, her mons, her face.
I tell her how lovely she looks and she blushes. I love making her blush, watching as her skin flushes, starting at her cheeks, running down her neck, spreading across her freckled chest and shoulders. From there I never know where it goes. My gaze always stops at her nipples. Her luscious nipples! Those pointy little pink buds that stick out from her creamy round breasts, just aching to be sucked.
She is so wise for a young woman, so innocent looking, yet so wicked and wanton. She knows just how to get me to do the things she wants, especially in bed. Just this morning, as I was walking out the door, she bounded up to me, her breasts bobbing, kissed me deeply on the lips, wishing me a good day. Before I could turn to go, she dipped two fingers into her pussy and smeared the fragrant juices onto my upper lip and nose. "Think about me." she said sweetly, "All day!"
And I did! I should have known she was up to something! "And what does my little vixen want?" I asked, dropping my briefcase and stepping up to her, my waist at the level of her head.
"You!" she whispered, unbuckling my belt and fishing my semi-hard cock from inside my pants. She smiled at the sight of the bulbous dusky pink head as it emerged from my trousers.
"What! Don't I get a peck on the cheek and a 'How was your day, dear?'" I teased as she gently pulled on my manhood, stroking it to full hardness.
Teasing me back, she replied, "I don't care how your day was. I'm only concerned with how your night is going to be!" She smiled up at me, then at my cock, leaning in and planting a wet, sloppy kiss on the head. "Did you have a tough day at work, sweety" she said, mockingly at my now fully erect manhood.
Looking back up into my eyes, she tells me to get comfy, have a seat in my leather easy chair, while she pours us some wine.
Having a good idea whats coming next, I doff my shoes, pants and boxers and take a seat. I jump a bit as the coolness of the leather reaches my balls as I sink into the overstuffed chair.
Erin returns with two glasses of white wine, her signal that that she wants to play with my cum before I get to play with her cunt. White wine means we eat, red means we fuck. She leans over, her breasts threatening to spill out of her bra. Seeing me look at the orbs, she shakes her shoulders, making her tits jiggle and roll. I smile at the show, thinking of how nice it would be to have my head between those warm, creamy, soft breasts.
"I know what you're thinking!" she says softly, "And it will have to wait! I need my protein!" Dropping again to her knees, she parts my legs, lifts my prick and buries her face in the crinkled skin of my scrotum. Inhaling the days sweat, she starts licking and moaning.
"Don't you want me to shower first?" I ask, scrunching down in the chair to give her better access.
"Unh Unh" she moans as she pops my left testicle into her mouth, rolling it around gently, massaging it with her tongue. The warmth of her mouth makes my cock twitch. She lets the little egg slide from her mouth, then slips the other one in, sucking gently.
"Oh God!" I moan softly, watching her as she washes my balls. Letting the orb go she slowly licks her way up the underside of my shaft. She is in no hurry. She knows exactly what she wants. And how she's going to get it! This whole evening is planned, so I just go with it. She will pleasure herself by pleasuring me. I, in turn will pleasure myself by pleasuring her.
She tickles the sensitive spot just under the crown of my cock with the tip of her tongue. It makes me squirm with pleasure. She sees this and continues, swirling her tongue all around my helmet. She squeezes my shaft, forcing a droplet of pre-cum to form at my slit. Smiling at her success, she purses her lips, taking the head and smearing the clear liquid gift that she has coaxed from me all over her lips, like lip gloss.
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br /> "Mmmmm!" she says, licking her lips, "I love the taste of your cock!" Ovalling her shiny lips, she envelopes the head, while teasing the slit with the tip of her tongue.
"And you look so damned sexy, sucking on it, girl" I reply, looking down at her through half closed eyes.
Her eyes brighten at the compliment and she engulf as much of me as she can without gagging, as a thank you for what I said. I resist the temptation to grab her head and fuck her face, although I'm sure she wouldn't mind it. Tonight is for her enjoyment.
She bobs up and down, slurping and drooling on my prick. I can feel my cockhead bump the back of her throat with each thrust.. My hips start to move in time with her head. My hands have an iron grip on the arms of the leather chair. I just can't help it. Her lips and tongue feel like velvet on my cock. I moan again!
She senses that I am close and pulls off. I open my eyes and look at her face. Silently, they plead for her to continue, to finish me, empty me.
"Patience!" she whispers "patience!" and she kisses her way down the shaft toward the balls that she denuded of hair yesterday. I had asked her why and she had told me that she didn't want any short and curlies to get in the way of our enjoyment.
Hefting them with her hand, she kisses each, licks all around, then pops them into her mouth again, still gently stroking my cock from base to head and back again. Gently sucking, she rolls the delicate organs around her mouth, careful that her teeth do no harm. Letting go, she slides up the shaft, like she's playing a harmonica, humming as she does so.
It's then that I notice she has unclasped her bra, and, shrugging her shoulders, frees her breasts from their lacy prison. Straightening up, she surrounds my spit soaked member with her glorious tits, sliding me up and down in the valley of her cleavage.. As my head emerges from between her breasts, she extends her tongueswiping it along the pre-cum oozing slit.
"Mmmmm! God, I love it when you do that" I groan as my hips thrust up and downward.
Between licks, she says, " I know ....That's why I do it ...cuz you love it."
Dropping her hands from her breasts, she frees my manhood, but only for a moment. Cupping my balls, she devours the head of my cock again. She is sucking harder now, taking me deeper, grazing my shaft with her teeth. My eyes close, but only for a moment. "Ohhhh fuck" I gruffly whisper, giving in to the need.
Unseen by me she has slipped a hand into the black panties, sinking two fingers into her wetness while continuing to feast on me. She groans almost constantly now. Her way of letting me know that it is time. My balls are soaked with drool, her head moving faster, bobbing up and down, her tongue caressing my crown.
I reach down with both hands, feeling her nipples against my palms, gently kneading the soft globes with the hard pebbled tips.
The fingers on the hand hefting my scrotum extend, teasing the sensitive skin behind. Extending further, her middle finger slips into my ass, wiggling, massaging.
That triggers my orgasm. Grunting, I lift my hips, feeding her all of me. Feeling my helmet bump the back of her throat. Involuntarily grasping at her nipples, pinching , pulling,. Feeling the rush of sperm as it courses its way from my balls up my shaft. My cock erupts, pumping warm liquid, spurting onto her tongue. Feeling her throat open and close as she swallows my gift.
The intensity subsides, as does my hardness. But that does not stop her. She continues to suck, to lick, wanting every last drop of my essence in her mouth. I'm on sensory overload, but grit my teeth until she is done.
She lifts off the flaccid tool, sits back on her haunches, turns her head slightly to the right, and smiles. With the smile opening her lips slightly, she lets a dribble of cum escape down her chin, stretching across the void between her face and her breast. Looking down to check her aim, she sees that she is right on. The drip of sperm hit the upper slope of her right breast and drizzled down to the raised flesh of her nipple. Dripped off, hung in the air for a moment and landed on her thigh
"Did you want something to eat?" she asked as she rose to kiss me and sip her wine.
The End.
Office Visitor
"Alex, you're 11 o'clock is here," his secretary called over the speaker of his phone. Alex raised his chair up from its current leaned back position and rubbed his eyes. He had been in meetings for the last three days and was so tired, that he had apparently forgotten this appointment. The chair settled to its position with a little thump and his eyes focused on his appointment book. He didn't have an 11 o'clock appointment.
"I don't have an 11 o'clock appointment," he retorted into his phone to the next room where his scatter brained secretary and his mystery visitor waited.
"She seems determined that you do," Alice had picked up the phone and was whispering into it now much to the amusement of the mystery guest who could still very much hear everything that she said. "She says she is from the region office and that this was scheduled months ago."
Alex wiped at his eyes again. "There isn't a region off...." he sighed, this would get him nowhere, "Ok, fine, send her in."
He could hear Alice rounding up his visitor. "Miss, he's right in here," he made out through the doorway but could not make out the rest. Another voice, deeper smoother replied to Alice.
Alice was the nicest old lady you would ever meet, but not the best at organization skills. Alex tried not to roll his eyes thinking that this was some sort of confusion on her behalf and that he would smile at the visitor and redirect her to the right building.
The door opened, Alice shuffled in with long legs following behind her. Alice smiled, and as his eyes moved up to take in the rest of his visitor his breath stopped.
"This is Mrs. Snow from the Region Office here for her interview," Alice shuffled her visitor in and towards the pair of oversized leather chairs that sat opposite of his desk.
Mrs. Snow sat down, smoothing her skirt as she settled into the chair. It was a very short skirt to wear as part of a business suit. The jacket of her suit was almost as long as the skirt. Her long legs crossed in front of her, and she bit her full bottom lip to hide a smile as Alex gawked at her.
Fortunately for Alex, Alice was too busy chatting about the new guest who apparently had made quite an impression on her to notice. She was busying herself around the desk with his scattered paperwork as he drank in the rest of his guest. Dark hair pulled up in a clip, white crisp shirt under a black form fitting suit, little silver glasses over huge blue eyes, red full lips moist now from nibbling, and a dimple in the cheek; all of this he took in within a second and his chest leaped.
"Thank you Alice, hold my calls until after lunch," Alex stood up from his desk and ushered his assistant out the door. This was slightly awkward due to the beginning bulge inside his khakis. Alice, still chatting happily about the sweet Mrs. Snow, went along as guided until she was out the door, and Alex locked it as it closed.
He pressed himself to the door, the silence becoming its own noise as he looked at his guest. She was leaning over the arm of the large chair smiled brightly at him, those eyes full of mischief.
"Hello Jess."
He couldn't believe she was there, and could not fathom how this was happening. He walked around to his desk afraid if he got near her she would disappear. "How did you get here?"
Jess smiled at him and unrolled from the chair moving to sit on the arm of it instead, and giving him an even better look at those legs. "I have my ways. Are you surprised?"
"Well yeah!" he blurted out then cleared his throat. "It's a good one."
Jess watched his face. He was turning a shade of red that almost matched the color of the chair she was sitting on. Just seeing him made her insides tremble. She tried to stay in control of herself so she could do what she had come to do. Slowly she undid the jacket, letting it slide down into the chair revealing a very tight white blouse pulled especially tight across her large breasts. He loved those breasts.
She stood up and began undoing the first two buttons of the shirt, "frequent flyer miles,
" she winked at him and came around the desk.
When she reached him, she used her leg to turn him to face her in his swivel chair. He was still frozen in surprise. Taking her knee, she pushed between his legs to open his wide enough for her to step between.
His hands slowly moved up her legs to rest on her hips. She was a lot taller than usual in the heels. He looked up at her, enjoying the view as the glasses slipped off and she undid her hair letting it fall in loose curls. His hands tightened.
She leaned into him, letting her breasts bump his nose then tilted his head up to see her face. "Is this a bad time?"
Alex grabbed her with both hands and pulled her to him as he stood up. His mouth found hers and began kissing her hard, passionately, licking at her lips until she opened for him and he began to suck on her tongue. His hands scooped under her ass and pressed her into his desk; random items falling down or off into the floor. A hand going to her breast, then again to her thigh, he was trying to take her all in at once. His mouth moved to begin kissing her neck, and she leaned back to undo her shirt while wrapping her legs around his hips, her heels catching on the chair to keep her there.
He kissed every area exposed by her as she undid the blouse until the shirt was pushed back exposing the lacy bra that held her breasts. He began to lick at her hard nipples and she pushed him back.
"Wait," she was breathing hard. Her mouth was swollen and lipstick smeared by him. He liked to see her this way. To know that it was his doing for her disheveled state. "Wait," she said again more in control and she pushed him down in the chair.
Alex did as he was told and watched her. He didn't know how much control he could keep over himself as she stood up between his legs again.
She slipped the blouse off and threw it on the chairs. Next she leaned down to Alex and put her hands on his knees, running them up to his thighs. Her eyes were dark with passion and she kissed him slowly, making him keep the same pace as her. She began to slide her body down the length of him until she was on her knees almost under his desk in front of him.
