by Nikki Sins
She blew him a kiss then turned around, showing off her long, luscious legs. Leaning over at the waist, her legs still taut, she slipped her shorts down her thighs, revealing black g-string panties framed by her rock-hard, impossibly perfect ass. She wiggled the shorts off and stepped out of them, then turned around to once again face Henry.
“Do you like what you see?” she said, her ever-present smile firmly affixed to her face.
He nodded.
“What’s the matter?” she said. “Cat got your tongue?”
“I don’t think it’s a cat,” he said, finally finding his voice.
She laughed and took a step towards him. She glanced down at his groin area and her smile grew a little wider.
He looked down and realized that he’s unknowingly wrapped his hand around his cock while she’d put on her little show. Embarrassed, he let go, bringing his hands up by his side.
“Don’t stop,” she said. “I like watching you play with yourself.”
“Really?”
“Of course,” she said. “All women dream of seeing someone jerking off to them. I’m no different. By all means, please continue.”
Henry bit down on his embarrassment and went back to work on his cock.
She returned the favor, rubbing her fingers over the top of her panties with one hand while working her breast under her shirt with the other.
Watching her play with herself turned him on even more, causing him to quicken his hand on his cock. She also increased her pace to match him, slipping her hand beneath her panties and going after her pussy with more vigor.
Henry continued jerking himself off as she slid her fingers out from behind her panties and brought them up to her mouth. And when she stuck her fingers in her mouth and licked them clean, one by one, he nearly came right there.
He forced himself to let go of his cock before it was too late. He took a couple of deep breaths and held them for a moment, allowing his excitement to wane just a bit. He scolded himself for nearly finishing up right there in his hand just from watching her.
Henry had never been so excited in his life. He wasn’t super experienced by any means, but he’d slept with other girls before. And not a single one had ever acted even remotely like this. The confidence and swagger and directness of the woman before him (and she was all woman, no doubt about that) was disarming. Henry was lost at sea, under the influence of a force far greater than he, content to simply ride the waves of lust wherever they took him.
“I think we’ve had enough foreplay for today,” she said, walking forward until she was standing over him. Staring up the length of her body ramped up his excitement even further, just as it had earlier in the morning. “We don’t want you to be finished before we’ve even started, do we?”
He shook his head, his voice once again not working.
She wiggled out of her panties, revealing the lower half of her body in all its glory.
“You just sit back and relax,” she said. “I’ll do all the work.”
Henry nodded and concentrated on slowing his breathing as she climbed atop him, one leg on either side of his body as she straddled him. With her eyes fixed firmly on his, she grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against her pussy a couple of times, then held it upright while she positioned herself over it. She rubbed the outside of her pussylips with the tip of his cock for a few moments then dropped down onto it, engulfing his cock in her pussy.
A low moan escaped from his throat as he slid into her, his cock pushing all the way inside her with ease, her pussy soaking wet and slippery as hell.
He closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip, trying like crazy not to cum right there. She felt so incredible—so moist and warm and tight—that it took all his effort to hold out for just another second.
Sensing how close he was to orgasm, she didn’t waste any time taking things slow, instead riding him like a cowgirl right from the get-go. She bounced atop him, impaling herself on his cock while pounding her body on top of his, taking his entire length inside her as she expertly rode his cock from tip to base in fast, rhythmic thrusts. Her tits bounced behind her shirt, transfixing him. Wet slapping sounds filled the room whenever their bodies came together.
Both of them were breathing hard now, with almost identical grunts of subdued pleasure coming from their mouths. Henry had a look of near-despair on his face as he used every ounce of his energy to keep from cumming while she looked down on him with a hint of amusement, seemingly getting just as much enjoyment from his discomfort as his cock.
Suddenly she leaned back, lifted her shirt from the bottom and pulled it off over her head, dropping it onto the floor. With her hands now on his thighs just above the knees, she lifted her chin towards the ceiling and arched her back, exposing the hollow of her neck and pushing her glorious breasts out even further.
It was just too much for Henry to resist. Hoping to stave off orgasm just a little while longer he reached out and placed his hands on her breasts. When she didn’t object he started to squeeze, feeling their firmness beneath.
A soft moan escaped from her mouth and she sat down on top of his cock and stayed there. Moving her body quickly forward and back, she grinded on his cock while it was still deep inside her, bringing about a new round of sensations to Henry’s body and taking him one step closer to orgasm.
He struggled against the inevitability of finishing by squeezing her breasts more tightly. But it was no use. He was simply too far along to hold out for very much longer. And when she leaned forward again and went back to bouncing on his cock it was all over.
“Holy shit,” he said under his breath, looking directly up into her eyes as she hovered over him, her hair covering half of her face.
“It’s okay,” she said, understanding instinctively exactly where he was at. “Just let it go.”
“Are you sure?” he managed to say.
“Positive,” she replied. “I want your cum inside me.” Her voice was a seductive whisper, full of certainty, brooking absolutely no doubt.
So Henry let himself go, relaxing and letting nature do its work. He uttered a wordless groan and a shiver ran through his body as he expelled his seed up into her warm pussy. She continued to work her body as he came, stopping only after she’d drawn every last drop of sperm from his cock
“I’m sorry,” Henry said as she climbed off him and sat down on the other side of the couch.
She seemed genuinely confused. “For what?”
“For, you know—”
“Not lasting very long?”
Henry nodded sheepishly.
She smiled, patted him on the cheek. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. You lasted longer than I expected you to considering the situation.”
“Really?” Henry didn’t know if he should be proud for exceeding her expectations or dismayed that the bar was set so long.
She nodded. “And don’t worry, I’m certain it’ll get better.” Her ever-present smile grew wider. “After all, practice makes perfect.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Wait a minute, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I guess that depends on what you think I’m saying. If you think I’m saying that this is going to be the first of many, many sessions over the next few weeks, then yes, I’m saying what you think I’m saying.”
Henry couldn’t contain the smile that was slowing spreading across his face.
“From the looks of you, I’d say you were thinking the same way I was,” she said.
“Not thinking, but certainly hoping,” he said.
“Well, your hopes have become a reality,” she said. “Unless, of course, you’ve got something—or someone, I should say—better to do.”
“Better?” Henry said. “Than you? Impossible.”
She laughed. “Good answer, good answer. I think this is going to be the start of something special.”
“I think so too.”
“Of course, I ho
pe you understand that no other session is going to be as basic—or as quick—as this one. Think of what we just did as a ‘getting to know you’ session. Or a pop quiz, if you prefer.”
“Call it whatever you want, it doesn’t matter to me. As long as I passed.”
“You did, but barely. Call it a C minus. You need to do a lot more studying if you want to get an A.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes,” Henry said. “I’ve always been a good student.”
“I’m sure you have,” she said, standing up. “Now, about that whatever-it-takes comment; did you mean that?”
“Of course,” Henry said, raising his eyebrows in expectation. “Why?”
“Well, considering how early in the day it still is, I was hoping we could get a little more practice in.”
“Right now?”
“Sure,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Why not?”
“I don’t know,” Henry said. “It’s just . . . we just finished up . . . and—” he broke off, not wanting to actually say the words.
“And what?” she said, not letting him off the hook.
He just looked at her, too embarrassed to continue on.
“There’s no need to be shy,” she said. “What we just did should facilitate communication, not inhibit it.”
He’d never thought of it that way. It certainly made sense; enough to allow him to spit it out, at least. “It’s just so soon afterwards,” he said. “I’m not sure I can get it up again so quickly.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, giving him a sly grin. “I’ll take care of that part.”
She stood up and held out her hand. After only a moment of hesitation, Henry took it. She led him across the room, towards a hallway on the other side of the stairs. Down the hall, past two closed doors and into the room at the end they went.
It was a bedroom. In the center of the room, against the far wall, was a California King bed with black silk sheets and somewhere around fifteen pillows piled up against the headboard.
“You like?” she asked, sitting him down on the bed.
He nodded. “I like very much.”
She pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to lie down. Then she spread his legs and slid her body up his until their faces were just inches apart, her body on top of his, her breasts pressing up against his chest, her pussy right about at his belly button. She ran one hand through his hair and traced the outline of his lips with the other one.
“So you’ve had trouble getting it up again quickly in the past, huh?” she said, talking softly, seductively, her eyes locked onto his.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever tried,” he said. “All the times I’ve done it before we were finished up shortly after I did.”
Laughing, she said, “Ah yes, young lovers and their fumbling around, never quite sure what they’re supposed to do, afraid to ask for what they want, always worried about the other persons feelings, about doing the wrong thing, about upsetting their partner. Luckily we don’t have any of those issues. Do you know why?”
Henry shook his head. He was completely under her power, too transfixed by her words to utter any of his own.
“Because I know exactly what I want and I’m not afraid to tell you what to do,” she said. “Not because I don’t care about your feelings, but because I know that communication is the key to understanding each other. And understanding each other is the key enjoying each other fully. Plus I know more about what you want than you do. Because how can you know what you want before you’ve experienced it?”
She seemed to be waiting for an answer so Henry obliged. “I’m guessing you can’t.”
“That’s exactly right, she said. “But lucky for you I’ve got more than enough experience for the both of us. So I can show you what you want, even if you don’t know you want it yet. Like right now. You want to touch me, right? To please me. To make me feel good.”
Henry nodded.
“But you’re not sure how to do it, are you?”
He shook his head.
“Because some girls like to be kissed, some like their breasts to be fondled, others like their nipples pinched. One likes their pussy rubbed, another their clit to be flicked, a third likes fingers inside her. And then how many fingers? One? Two? Three? Four? How is a man supposed to know what to do if they aren’t told? And how many people are comfortable enough to actually talk about such things?”
“None that I’ve been with,” Henry said, his heart beating against the walls of his chest and his breath coming more quickly as his excitement rose. To hear a woman—a gorgeous, naked woman who was lying on him, no less—talk like this was something he’d never thought could happen. So many mysteries being revealed, so many questions being answered, so many of his hidden fears being laid to waste; he could feel walls crumbling down inside him.
“Do you want to please me?” she asked.
“With everything I have.”
“Then kiss me.”
Henry lifted his head and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue darted inside her mouth, started exploring around, and hers did the same.
“Now let your hands explore,” she said, breaking off their kiss and bringing her mouth up to his ear just long enough to say the words before returning her lips to his.
So Henry did, running his hands over her head, through her hair, and down her back, eventually settling on her ass. He gave her cheeks a squeeze, one in each hand, feeling her tight ass beneath her smooth skin.
She broke off their kiss once again. “That’s a start,” she said. “Now turn me over so you’re on top.”
He did as he was told without thought, more than happy to be led along by her, not having to worry about making a mistake, about taking things too fast, about pushing too far.
“Now suck on my nipple,” she said, pushing down on the top of his head.
“With pleasure,” he said, sliding his body down and taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking on it like he was a baby getting fed. He could feel it hardening inside his mouth, giving him more to suck. The sounds of her excitement filled the room, spurring him on. Looking up at her he could see her eyes were closed and a look of pleasure was stamped on her face.
He sucked harder for a few seconds, then pulled back, letting his lips pull on her nipple for a moment for popping it out of his mouth.
She let out a blissful little yelp and followed that with another delighted moan as he took her other nipple in his mouth and gave it the same treatment.
After working on the other nipple for a bit she reached out and grabbed his arm at the wrist. He looked up at her expectantly, wondering if she wanted him to break it off but she shook her head.
“Keep doing what you’re doing,” she said as she pushed his hand down the length of her body. “I’m just adding another element into the mix.”
Henry allowed her to guide his hand down until it was between her legs. Putting her hand on the outside of his, she pressed his hand against her pussy and rubbed it up and down.
She was soaking wet, her juices everywhere.
“Stick two fingers inside of me,” she said.
Henry did. They slid in without so much as a hint of resistance. He moved them back and forth against her, quickly picking up speed.
She grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Slower,” she said. “Don’t be so anxious. Build it up gradually.”
“Sorry,” Henry said.
“Don’t apologize,” she replied. “Don’t ever apologize. Just listen. And pay attention. And learn.”
“How do I know when to . . .”
“Go more quickly?” she said.
Henry nodded. He was still finding it difficult to talk openly about what they were doing. He wasn’t sure why, it was some sort of a mental block.
“I’ll tell you,” she said. “Eventually you’ll learn how to read it yourself, but for now, just listen and do what you’re told.”
So he did, slowing down a bit, getting in a rhythm, only s
peeding up when she told him to, eventually slipping another finger in at her request, following her every direction as accurately as he could, from depth to speed to positioning to what to do with his mouth, his tongue, his other hand.
Henry was surprised to find that her enjoyment was getting him off. The more she got into it the more he did too, and it didn’t take long before his cock was rock-hard once again, without her so much as touching it.
“See,” she said, reaching down and giving Henry’s cock a couple of strokes with her hand while he continued banging her. “I told you I’d take care of that part, didn’t I?”
Henry nodded, too busy to talk.
“Now let’s see you put it to good use again,” she said. She pulled his hand out of her pussy, stuck his index finger in her mouth, licked it clean, and popped it back out of her mouth. “Do you think—” She popped his middle finger in her mouth and gave it the same treatment. “You can—” She paused in order to lick his ring finger clean too. “Do that?”
Henry swallowed hard and again nodded. He knew that eventually he’d have to get over the embarrassment of talking during sex but for now he was going to stick with what was comfortable.
She slid up and away from him. Still on her back, she spread her legs and beckoned him over. “Then come over here and stick that giant cock inside me.”
Henry didn’t need to be told twice. He practically jumped atop her, so anxious was he to fuck her pussy again. Grabbing his cock in his hand he slid it inside her and started to move quickly against her.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she said, her hand on his chest to halt his progress. “Slowly, just like with your fingers. Take your time. There’s no need to rush. It’s not a race.”
He started to apologize again but she cut him off by covering his mouth with her hand.
“I told you before, no apologies. You don’t have anything to be sorry about. This is a learning process. Nobody gets it right the first time. Okay?”
Henry nodded.
“I want to hear you say it,” she said. “I want to be sure you understand.”
