It was a manipulation,

Just using my hands.

Her naked oiled body lay before me

Having already been smoothed by my palms.

Right now both my hands lay between her legs.

Open, inviting.

One hand with fingers deep inside;

The other washing over her puffy lips

Rubbing the skin back and forth.

 

Her body moved in waves.

Her back arching and falling.

Her breasts rising,

Her legs opening,

Her head rolling slowly side to side.

 

I enjoyed watching her swollen nipples,

Rise like the mountains once rose in the west.

Seeing her stomach quiver,

Her hips move involuntarily,

Capturing the rhythm and tension of her stress.

My hands floated with them.  Attached.

A part of her constant movement.

 

The manipulation.

The tiny sensors were touched.

The fingers inside drove a little deeper,

Circled and withdrew.

The fingers on top were in control.

 

I moved them along her folds.

Up along her lip and down against her clit.

Pacing with her hips,

Feeling her legs open wider,

Offering all to

My manipulations.

 

Suddenly, time was compressing.

Her movements more rapid,

As were mine.

Her breathing more unpredictable,

Hungrily grabbing the air.

And my fingers would surprise as well.

Thrusting or squeezing

Just once

Then twice

Between manipulations.

 

Her body arched and froze

My fingers thrust deep and fast.

Her entire body squeezed into her middle.

I grazed her clit.  She screamed.  More clit.

Focused, fast, careful, delicate, tiny exploitations.

More screaming.  Gasping.  Body wrenching.

 

My fingers, my palms continued,

Until her tide began to subside.

Great crashing waves.

Each smaller than the last.

Time slowed and was swallowed.

Fingers withdrawn.

Palms moved over her body

Soothing her yearning for a cuddle,

Pressing breasts, placing my face on her stomach.

Her hands cradled my head.

Her fingers sunk into my thick hair.

My eyes watching her

Catching breath, smiling lips, grateful eyes.

This is my way of confessing.  They say writing it down and expressing your thoughts will help to eliminate the guilt I feel.  I have been a professional masseuse for twelve years and have never erred so badly.  But this one time I violated the most important ethical principal of the profession.  It’s not just that I feel guilty but I’m afraid this can only end badly.

She made the appointment by phone – a referral of her mother, a long time customer.  She was familiar with my services and asked for a one hour soothing massage.  The day of her massage a terrible storm came up and all my customers cancelled except for her.  She lived close by and had a 4-wheel drive jeep.  I was immediately struck by her beauty and I could see she had a body to match even under her neatly tailored winter clothes. 

I brought her into my massage room which was a converted bedroom.  It was large well lit but with hedges outside to maintain privacy.  I had already turned on the space heater for extra warmth and placed a flannel electric blanket over the massage table.  I even had a small heater for my massage oils which gave the room a pleasant scent.  It was a welcome oasis in a white winter land.

“Take off your clothes and get under the blanket.  We’ll start on your back so lay face down.  You may keep your panties on if you wish.”   I gave her a few minutes before I knocked and entered.  I couldn’t help but notice the tiniest black thong lying on the top of her clothes.  I congratulated her on making an appointment when everyone else had cancelled.  She asked if there would be a bonus and I told her that we certainly wouldn’t be rushed.

I turned off the electric blanket and folded it down exposing her back.  Her back had a graceful curve that led to a narrow waist.  I began the massage from the top of the table and rubbed her shoulders, neck and upper back.  She immediately expressed her enjoyment by whispering soft comforting sounds as my hands ran up and down her back.  Moving to the side of the table I worked the lower back along with her upper back.  Her skin was soft and supple.  I couldn’t help but notice the sides of her breasts pressed against the table.  I could see their firmness. 

I was getting excited.  Something I rarely did.  But I felt my pants tightening.  I massaged a lot of women but seldom were they as young and as beautiful as this woman.  I have to admit her quiet vocal responses to my massage also helped.  When I rubbed her sides she moaned a little louder seemingly encouraging me to massage the sides of her breasts.  But I resisted the temptation.  Moving to the end of the table I uncovered one leg and massaged it with two hands.  My movements were slow and deliberate.   The higher I moved on her leg the loader she moaned, clearly enjoying it.  Her moans seemed to be encouraging me to go even higher.

I did the other leg and the pattern was repeated.  So I decided to take a risk and massage her perfect bum.  I did this with a number of regular customers but seldom with someone I didn’t know.  I did one cheek and then the other kneading and squeezing her large gluteus muscles.  She responded positively and so I moved one hand to the bottom of her rump while the other spread across her crack encompassing both cheeks.  I moved gently from side to side.   She had a great bum and I loved massaging it so I spent more time than normal on it.  Her breathing became heavier and her moans louder.

“Ok, time to turn over.”  I held the blanket up to make it easier for her to turn over.  I massaged her face and shoulders and arms.  As I pulled each arm stretching it, I managed to drop her hand in my lap where she could feel that I was excited.  It was subtle and quick but she gave a loud exhale and arched her back a bit.  When I finished with her arms I moved back to the head of the table and began to massage her chest.  Moving my hands around the edges of each breast I pulled and rubbed the muscles and tissues that made up the bulk of each full firm bulb.  She had magnificent breasts.  Even lying on her back they stood proud.  She had quarter sized areolas punctuated with two tiny rosy hard nipples.

“That feels good,” she said.  “You have great hands.  Don’t be shy.”  I wondered what she meant but only for a second.  My hands moved over the tops of her breasts and my palms ran gently across her nipples.

“Yes,” she moaned.  She began to move her hips and I decided to spend a little extra time here since she was enjoying it so much.  She reached for me with her arms and I had to break off and stop her from touching me.  She understood and put her hands under her head, smiling broadly.  I returned to her breasts and continued to massage them spending more time rimming her nipples and even pinching them.  Something I had never done to any client before.  She smiled and moaned and wiggled her hips.

Our hour was up.  I had massaged virtually every part of her body and I knew continuing would be dangerous but I knew she wasn’t ready to quit either.

“Are you in a hurry?  I have time if you want to continue.”

“Yes, please.  I am in no hurry.”  I replaced the blanket over her chest and moved down to the foot of the table.  I put a round cushion under her knees.  This had the effect of spreading her legs.   I uncovered one leg and began to massage it bringing my hands right up beside her most sensitive area to the very top of her leg.  I did this a few times focusing on the upper portion of her legs and using a very gentle touch.  One hand would graze the area where her leg met her torso, touching the sensitive skin on the outside of her lips.  When I finished with one leg I massaged the other in the same way grazing her folds every time I moved.  She was whimpering and telling me what great hands I had and saying ‘yes’ as I came so very close to massaging her pussy.  Her hips wiggled and she stretched her back from time to time trying to release tension.  I swear I could smell her sweet juices as she continued to moan and wriggle.

I moved to the side and began to massage the soft tissue of her stomach and abdomen.  The blanket now covered her legs and exposed her chest down to her waist.  I moved downward and used my fingers to massage the space between her open legs under the edge of the blanket.  Starting in the crevice where her leg meets I moved closer to the center and pressing all of my fingers over the outside of her lips I massaged then in a circle slightly pulling them apart.  Her pussy became exposed to me for the first time as the blanket slid lower and I was amazed at how completely hairless it was.  It was so smooth it made it easier to massage the skin surrounding her sensitive area.  In addition to pulling her lips apart a bit I was squeezing her clit between them as I pressed them together.

“How does that feel,” I asked testing to see if see would allow me to continue to violate her sensitive areas.

“Hmmmm, wonderful.”  That was all the encouragement I needed.  This beautiful young woman’s body under my hands raised my excitement to great heights.  I slid one hand across her entire mound from one side to the other, then went from opposite side with my other.  I repeated these strokes rapidly tapping her mound and gently brushing her clit as I went.  When she stretched and smiled I could feel the tension building in her.  It wasn’t long before my hands began moving in a more vertical motion swiping up and down the middle of her lips which were noticeably swollen at this point. 

I could tell from the reactions of her body and her breathing that she wanted me to continue and go farther but I needed to have her verbalize it.  To admit it out loud somehow thinking in my confused state that that would be enough to keep me out of trouble. 

“Do you want me to go deeper?” I asked as my palms spread over her lips and went between her legs.  She muttered something that didn’t quite make it out of her mouth caught up in her throat.  “What?” I said.

“Yes, please continue, go deeper.  Yes.”  I dipped one finger into her slit and ran it slowly up from near the bottom of her slit until it rested just under her little nub.  Her lips were swollen and her clit was not very large.  I could feel its stiff hardness inside her lips.  With small movements of my finger tips I pushed against it.  She groaned and twisted her head.  He legs spread open a little.  I wiggled my fingertip keeping it in contact with her trigger but increasing and decreasing the pressure of it on her.  Increasing my pace as I went along.  She began shouting encouraging words in no particular order.

“Yes! That’s it! Oh gawd! Faster! Right there.”  I was bringing her close to an orgasm but not sure if I could finish her with my fingertip only.  I managed to move around to the bottom of the table without breaking my rhythm too much and from below I moved my other hand into the crevice between her legs.  I entered her with two fingers and did so easily.  I pulled her opening a little wider and got a third finger inside of her.  I stopped pressing against her clit with my other hands and instead used it to open her lips at the top by spreading two fingers from inside the deepest folds of her lips. 

I then leaned forward between her legs, put my head down and kissed her pussy.  I kissed her inside her lips and licked up to her clit.  I began moving the three fingers inside of her in and out making sure to press against the area of her g-spot.  I kissed her clit and then licked it softly.  I surrounded it with my lips and began to suck on it feeling her immediate response.   She arched and screamed and I felt her legs squeeze my head.  I took my hand that had spread her lips apart and ran it up to her breast which I squeezed like it was a ripe grapefruit.  She gushed everywhere.  I felt her pussy contract around my hand, her legs contract around my face, her mouth was gushing unintelligible words.  I held my ground and continued to suck and slide until she began to laugh and push my head away, yelling ‘stop, enough, please.’

I backed off caressing her body as my hand ran down it from her breast.  I slowly withdrew my fingers from her soaking tunnel.  I stood and had a broad unashamed smile on my face as I looked down over my conquest.  This beautiful young woman would never be mine in the real world but here in my massage parlor I used my skills to seduce her.  And she was so completely mine at that moment. 

It was when I finally retreated from the room that I realized how much trouble I created.  Her mother would be seeing me in two days.  When she came out she asked for another appointment and since that time one of her friends has called for an appointment.  I’m worried about what I have started and how this will affect my business.  I should have known better.

It was a machine he bought her while he was in Amsterdam.  She called it a machine although he referred to it as a tool.  It was essentially a vibrator.  But a rather unusual one.  It was made of a 3” thin pliable sleeve, shaped like an undernourished Dolphin with a small thin fin that ran along its arched back.  There were elastic straps coming from three places on the rubbery tube.  One from the Dolphin’s tail and two from the sides of the “shoulders”.  It was meant to be worn and the straps connected to each other with a small ring creating a minimal thing.  When worn, the Dolphin’s fin would slide right between the lips of her vagina and would stretch from her clit to the opening of her pussy.

 

There were no switches or wires located on the device.  It was controlled by a remote control switch which had Off and two different On speeds.  At first he would make her wear it in bed.  Sometimes when he tied her up; other times when she was working around the house.  He always was the one to control the vibrations and he would often tease her by turning it on and off for repeated sessions.  He loved being in control.  She would get frustrated with the teasing at times but she had come to love it the more that he used it and became sensitive to her ups and downs.  He developed an instinct for timing and the sessions wound her up resulting in fantastic finishes of tidal orgasms.  Using the Dolphin never became a frequent way to have sex but occasional usage when time permitted, gave it a special place in their sex lives.

 

She got the best orgasms from it when she would press the Dolphin against herself while huddled in a crouch.  Sometimes she would lie on her back with her knees in the air and her legs spread pressing against it with both hands.  When she was standing (as would happen when she was working around the house) she liked to lean against a counter edge or even the corner of a bookcase.  Sometimes she would wrap her legs around whatever was available to get a stronger sensation from the vibrating fish.  She realized how unattractive these positions must look but after a couple of hours of teasing, she just didn’t care.

 

Then began the Journeys, as he called them.  The first was an open air concert which got started late in the afternoon.  They got there early, spread out their blanket, and had a bit to eat until the first band began.  As close as they were the music was electrifying.  The crowd began to rock to the familiar tunes.  The sun was beginning to set, the atmosphere perfect.  The sweet heavy smell of marijuana wafted by and the crowd was caught up in the experience.

 

He had promised not to activate his tool until after dark.  She could feel it between her legs, however, and just the thought of what was going to happened drew some natural moisture to her crotch.  The music kept anyone from hearing it.  She was wearing a peasant blouse and a long blousy summer skirt.  She was sitting cross legged on the blanket when he began and she folded her hands in her lap between her legs, pressing down.  He did it long enough for her to want more but not so much that she was desperate.  She could wait for the next time.  And she would! 

 

It was weird in public.  While there was enough room on their blanket to spread out they were surrounded at close range by other blankets.  In front of them were four college age girls who were sipping wine inconspicuously from a common thermos.   Beside them was a thirtysomething couple, obviously married and out for a romantic night.  A woman with two men both squeezing her were on the right side partially hidden by her friend’s form.  And behind them was a young foursome who seemed like they were on a first date.  A little bit away was a group of 18 to 20 year old boys whose eyes kept straying across her tight jeans and close fitting jersey.

 

She was lying on her side when he started the motor again.  She quickly rolled over on her stomach to increase the tingling.  She arched her back and cradled her head with her hands while the vibrations spread through her pelvic area.  After a long time she opened her legs wider and arched more.  Noticing her movement, he moved to the faster speed and she had a quick intake of breath as he left it at that speed for a short breathtaking time.  He dropped back to the lower speed and let her slow down before stopping again.  But he knew she was beyond stopping and only left it off for a short time. 

 

He attacked her with these short constant bursts until her ass began squirming.  In between bursts she changed positions cradling against his sitting position from behind.  She wrapped her legs around him putting her feet between his legs, pressing her pelvis against his lower back.  Her head nestled into the back of his neck beside his ear.  She was ready and he didn’t disappoint.

 

The vibrations melted her and her hands found their way inside his shirt gently running across his hairy chest.  At first she couldn’t quite get pressure on the right spot, but as she squirmed she repositioned her legs beside him still keeping her torso close to his broad back, she leaned forward and he bent with her.  This caught the vibrating fish between her and the hard ground causing her to get the full rhythm of the vibrations.  She had her arms wrapped around him.  He turned it on to the higher speed and she began to moan into his ear.  The music was at its loudest and the darkness gave her some cover.  She looked around and everyone seemed busy, into their own thing.  She was so aware of the fact that she was going to cum right in the middle of everybody using this vibrator. And they were all so close!

 

She decided to take a risk as she rolled her hips back and forth in a steady pace pretending to rock to the music.  She knew she was slightly out of rhythm and probably seemed a bi retarded.  She began moaning louder as she exploded into a torrent of released wet releases.  With an urgency in her voice she told him to stop and he did.  She shuddered again and again and her breathing became gasping.  She nuzzled her head in against the side of his neck.  Thank god, she thought, the music is continuing.  As she squeezed him firmly with her arms, she noticed that one of the boys from the group was staring at her.  She gave him a smile and wondered what he thought brought that on.

 

They listened to the music ate and drank as all the groups in their area moved around slightly getting somewhat closer to one another in places.  The boy she smiled at, in particular, had worked his way closer to their blanket and while he was still connected to the other boys, at times, his shoeless feet stretched onto her blanket.  It was quite dark and no one seemed to notice.

 

In between songs, her boyfriend whispered to her ad suggested that the boy was trying to get close to her.  Maybe he wanted a wanted a quick feel.  To rub up against her in the dark.  He whispered these things to her because while they were pretty outrageous, he knew they had a way of getting her all hot.  He suggested that they sit back to back so she could face the boy.

 

They repositioned themselves to that he was sitting facing the stage and she had her back against his facing the boy.  She was quite close to him and had her knees up because if she extended them they would be in his lap, a thought that didn’t escape her imagination.  She pulled her skirt up over her knees into her lap.  It was dark and even at this close distance it was unlikely the boy could see up to her panties but she knew it would drive him wild knowing her panties were exposed to his view if there was more light.  She knew that she was wearing panties tonight and they covered the Dolphin so that there was no way he could see her secret.

 

The two of them pretended to not look at each other although it was a minor charade as they continually stole glances at one another.  Him up her skirt and her toward his growing bulge.  Suddenly he shifted around to a new position and lay sideways on his blanket, his head resting on one arm.  In this position he had a straight shot right up her skirt and from ground level.  His eyes were only about 3 feet away.  She opened her legs slightly.  It was pretty dark.  This silly boy probably couldn’t see anything but she could see he was getting all hot and bothered. 

 

Then suddenly the vibrations between her legs began again.  The blood rushed to her face and other places.  At first she didn’t want this.  She was too close to this boy, afraid she would give herself away, and in no position to get the extra pressure she needed to reach an orgasm.  But after a few minutes of discomfort she settled in and began to enjoy the warming feelings.  She realized she would have to stay still and be quiet in this position or give herself away.

 

The young boy had his eyes clearly focused on the space under her skirt.  While she was certain he had no idea what was really going on there, his stare became quite focused and rather brazen and she looked around to see if anyone else was watching and she noticed that the woman with the two men gave her a knowing laugh as she snuggled against her twin escorts.  One of the men with the foursome also seemed to be watching her and the boy while he hugged his date from behind.  All the more reason to be discrete she thought.

 

Yet the vibrations were getting to her.  She opened her legs wider clasped her hands together and pushed her skirt down into the folds of her crotch.  The hem of the skirt now ended about half way down her thigh exposing virtually all of her legs to anyone who cared to notice.  Her hands were between her legs and pressing on the vibrating machine, yet covered by the extra material of her skirt. 

 

After a little while of enjoying the pressing of her hands and the vibrations, she shifted so her legs were akimbo, knees pointed away from each other, legs crossed, hands still in her crotch.  She looked at the boy and slowly moved her hands under the edge of her skirt and then back to her panties.  It was dark.  She was not sure if the boy could see anything but he was staring intently watching so carefully everything that she did. 

 

Watching the boy excited her and quietly, so quietly, she half closed her eyes, pressed and murmured an orgasm.  She tried not to move her hips and it just burst from her, like water breaking through a dam. It flowed from her pussy. 

 

There were other Journeys.  To a dance club.  While they were slow dancing to the music at the end of the night.  He had to hold her tightly around the waist to keep her from collapsing at his feet. 

 

On a subway ride, he sat across from her like they weren’t together.  An older woman sat next to her.  A strange looking man sitting next to her friend stared blankly at her as she sat with her hands folded in between her legs.  Her hands were not moving because the strange man would notice but they were pressing.  At one point when the train was traveling between distant stations, the noise sufficient to cover any sound, she came, dropping her head and letting out a muffled grunt.  The woman beside her asked her if she was all right and she replied that she had been feeling ill.  The flu, I think, she said and the woman seemed satisfied.

 

After Journey to a restaurant and she had made him promise that they wouldn’t do that again.  It was too frustrating.  The restaurant was too quiet to use the vibrator continuously.  They waited until the restaurant crowd thinned and worked between the comings and goings of the waiter.  It took much too long she thought.  She had to wait until they were in the car riding home before she really let loose. 

 

They still did some Journeys.  Maybe once or twice a year.  It could make a simple trip to the mountains a special occasion and was something they often did when they traveled.  He really enjoyed playing with her excitement, controlling it and she enjoyed the feeling of being so hot in public places, surrounded by people.  This week they were traveling to the West Coast and he had already suggested she wear it on the plane.  She imagined the two of them huddled and cuddling with a blanket over their laps while she enjoyed the vibrations.  She imagined who would be sitting near them.  She was looking forward to it.

So it had been going along like this now for about six weeks with each Saturday going longer than the next.  But before I tell you about what is happening now you deserve a little background. 

 

I am young, black, and proud.  Now in my mid thirties I have been out of work for a couple of years.  On my last job I got into a really bad argument with my boss – the racist bastard! – and it’s become very difficult to find work ever since.  I’m married to Maria, a beautiful successful white woman for over ten years.  We have a great relationship except for the fact that I am out of work.  She gets frustrated with me hanging around the house all day and I get frustrated with nothing to do all day.  It’s hard enough when your woman makes more money than you do but when you have no income and have to rely on her for everything well, sometimes I feel emasculated.

 

So a couple of months ago we had an argument and Maria came to me after a few hours of silence and told me she had the answer to both of our problems.  She wouldn’t explain what she meant but it seemed to calm the fires between us.  And so the following Saturday it began.  She told me to be ready for work by 10:00.  And told me to make sure I was dressed casually but clean.  She still refused to tell me what the job was.  I spent the morning with a big breakfast, coffee and a newspaper and then showered, shaved and dressed.  I put on a sort sleeve dress shirt and a pair of khaki pants. 

 

“Good,” she said, “you look very handsome honey.  Come with me to the bedroom.  We have enough time for a little quickie before you start your job.”  She glanced at her watch and led me up to our bedroom. 

 

“But, Mary, I shouldn’t get all sweaty,” I wondered what had gotten into her.  Even though it wasn’t unusual for us to engage in morning or afternoon sex it seemed a bit unusual for her to pick this specific time.

 

“Don’t worry honey.  I’ll do all the work.  You can just lie there.  In fact, why don’t I tie you up.”  I felt my pants tighten.  We sometimes enhanced our usual sex with a bit of bondage.  We switched off from one to the other but I actually enjoyed it most when I was tied up.  No responsibilities, unable to do anything, simply lie back and enjoy her ministrations.   I was in for a surprise.

 

Once upstairs she removed my shirt, laid me on my back on the bed with my head toward the bed’s bottom.  She took out our rather sturdy silk ties and bound each of my wrists to the two foot posts pulling them tighter than usual.  Then she spread eagled my legs and tied them to the head posts.  I was still dressed in my pants and she undid and removed my belt, opened the snap, and slowly slid my zipper down making sure she made as much contact as possible with my growing manhood. 

 

I was wearing black jockey underwear and she took her hand and spread it over the cotton fabric, slowly finding her way to my most sensitive areas with her fingers.  As my member struggled to extend itself, she repositioned it by grabbing it and pulling it through my shorts. 

 

“So, let me tell you about your new job,” she said as she continued to stroke me as I extended to my full 10” length.  “I was thinking to myself, what is it that Bradley does the best?  And it became obvious to me that your best qualities come out at night.  Or rather in bed.  Wouldn’t you agree?”  Her eyes had a mischievous glint to them as I agreed somewhat hesitantly.  “So then I thought how can we take advantage of Bradley’s skills?  And it came to me in a flash.  I know a lot of women who would like to purchase a pussy licking without any complications.  Simply confidential, uncomplicated, and quality pussy licking.  So that’s what I have done.  You will spend the rest of the afternoon giving mustache rides.” 

 

She got up rather suddenly.  “Any questions,” and she went over to our “toy” draw and got out a blindfold that we occasionally used.  She placed the blindfold over my eyes.  I was stunned.  Not sure what to make of it when I heard the doorbell ring.  She left the room to answer it and I thought maybe I should just go with this.  It might not be all that bad.

 

That first day I gave only three rides (I don’t actually have a mustache, by the way) and it was definitely interesting.  I could not see a thing and the women didn’t talk to me, but I could hear each of them enter the room, undress and position their pussy and clit over my lips.  I was quite good at pussy licking and I have to say I enjoyed it.  The women were all clean and rather tasty.  I enjoyed getting a woman off and dancing with her as she built up to a climax.  I say dancing because with each woman there was a technique to working with her excitement and her sensations.  It was like a dance.  I would lick and she would respond.  Women liked repetition in their pussy licking but too much repetition eroded the sensation.  Somehow you had to continue moving it forward.  Continue to bring a new sensation to the old, then repeat, then break, then a new tickle and so on until she exploded.

 

The hard part was that fact that I had to stay erect for the entire time without any satisfaction.  My own pleasure was largely random.  By that I mean some of the women when they sat on my face felt an urge to touch and rub my cock.  Occasionally one would pull my shorts down and touch my sensitive flesh.  Sometimes I would even get a kiss or two planted on my big black cock but no one ever seemed interested in my satisfaction.  It wasn’t until later that I realized my frustration was part of the Rules that were explained to each client prior to their session.

 

Between each session, Mary would come in and visit me.  She would wash my face and clean me up for the next customer.  If it looked like I was getting soft, she would expertly titillate me in just the right way to regain my erection for the next customer.  She used to claim that no expertise was needed, that the “tool” was pretty simple to operate – just a touch in the right spot was all it took.  But she could tell exactly how much I needed to keep me stimulated without sending me over the edge.  And most importantly, at the end of every workday she would remove my pants and mount me and fuck me furiously for the entire two minutes it took to get me off.  Well, okay, two minutes is an exaggeration but it didn’t take long.  Sometimes I would work on her until she came and I was ready for a second but given the day that I had she often understood if we skipped her pleasure.

 

That was the first week of work.  Three customers.  Now we were up to seven customers, starting at 9:30 in the morning and going to about 5:00.  I got 45 minutes off at noon to shower and eat before I had to reassume my position.  Each session lasted 45 minutes with about 5 minutes in between for cleanup, etc.  Based on the “evaluation” forms (can you believe that!), it was decided that I should be naked on the bed and one hand restraint was loosened so that I could reach her pussy with one hand.  It turns out that this was not quite enough to allow me to touch myself.  And rather than be completely naked I started each session with a small hand towel draped over my cock.  Without the restraint of my shorts it formed a noticeable (and embarrassing) tent.  Actually more like an A frame house than a tent. 

 

I continued to be blindfolded so to keep the identity of the women confidential but some of them did talk to me.  These I’m sure were women I didn’t know but a number of the regulars remained quiet and I can only imagine that they were people I had met.  Neighbors, friends, Mary’s coworkers.  I found I spent the rest of the week wondering if any of the other women in our life had sat on my blindfolded face. 

 

Today, the first two women were rather routine.  They mounted me, teased me slightly by pulling the towel off of me and occasionally touched my cock, but most of their attention was focused on their own pleasure positioning themselves to optimally receive my tongue on their clit and my fingers in their pussy.  The third customer of the day was new.  I could tell by her hesitation to get started.  After she made no contact with me for the first 5 minutes, I encouraged her by asking her if she wanted to remove the towel on my cock (Maria always returned it before each customer.)  She removed the towel slowly, sliding it sensuously down my cock, driving me crazy.  “Can I touch it?” she asked.  “Sure.”

 

She touched it with just her fingertips, very gently.  Tracing her way down my complete length, her hand worked its way under my ball sack which was tight and clenched up close to my shaft.  With my legs opened she continued and tickled further down putting her finger on the opening to my ass.  “Do you like to have your ass touched,” she asked in a high pitched gentle voice that sounded like that of a younger girl.  The question made me think she was older.  “Yes,” I responded, “do you?”  “Oh yes,” she said with feeling, “I was hoping you could do that to me.  Is that part of your service?”  Her finger poked into my ass a little causing my hips to lift slightly and my cock to stretch.

 

“If you like. I am here to satisfy YOUR needs.” 

 

That was all the encouragement she needed.  This woman with the teenager’s voice, who I thought might be shy, took complete control of our session.  She positioned her ass cheeks right over my lips.  I played in her crack with my mouth gently working its way around the area.  My tongue played around her brown hole.  But as soon as I tried to stick it in, she lifted her ass away from me and returned slowly.  “Gentle for now,” she said.  I stuck my thumb at the edge of her pussy opening and rolled it around the rim, pressing on it.  Her moaning told me she liked that.  I eventually worked my way inside with my thumb and opened the lips which formed a hood guarding her tiny dancer with two of my fingers. 

 

My fingers slid up and down between her lips so that they would touch her clit.  Just touch its stiffness.  Then push a little on the skin that enveloped it.  I pushed and held the skin up exposing her clit but waiting while her mind concentrated on my nose sticking into her anus, then rubbing along her crack my tongue tracing a line from the bottom of her vaginal opening to her ass.  Slowly, stopping as my tongue just touched the brown rim.  Then the movement of my thumb, sliding in and out pressing up into her vaginal opening and back to my fingers.  Before I could repeat this staccato pattern one more time she began to come and I furiously sped up the efforts of my fingers and my tongue.

 

First she pressed harder on my face.  Not so concerned about gentleness now, I thought.  Then she fell forward as the orgasmic pulsations overcame her. She fell forward and her cheek made contact with my fully erect cock.  Wow did that feel good.  I moved my hips a little and she cradled my cock in her hand pressing it against her face and kissed it.  I couldn’t help myself and I came.  She encouraged me continuing to press me against the side of her face as I released pent up spurt after spurt. 

 

Thank god it was my lunch break, I thought.  But Maria might still be mad.  She made a point of telling the women not to let me cum.  After a few minutes she got up.  “Do you accept tips?” she asked.  I hope Maria lets her come back for another session.

 

He also had a thin vibrating tool that he slid through all three rings.  After turning it on, he let it run free of his hands which found other parts of her body to poke.  He used to like to ask her how well his other piercings would be holding up.  She always made sure to wear all of them when she came to the shop.  He would lift each in his hands, inspect it, poking her and prodding her.  Massaging as he went, pinching and poking so that her nipples came to attention.  Doing that now, as she squirmed under the vibrations of his special tool.  But as much as she squirmed, the tool continued to stay positioned right on top of her clit and in between her lips.  Standing over her prone body he looked into her intense eyes as she was beginning to orgasm and whine almost pathetically.  He smiled at her as she did.

 

He gave her the tool as a token of his friendship, his connection to her and told her to bring it back it she ever had any problems with it.

 

 NOT YET!

 

She liked to make me cum before I got it in her.  Somewhere between the actual entering but after the eternal teasing.  And if she could manage it, she would make me cum right over her pussy lips or the edge of her hole, although she also liked to have me cum on her face.  She loved to tease me.  She took advantage of my hardness.  She loved to play with me and tell me to remain still.  She would then rub my cock slowly or just play with its head slowly.  But then moving on to gently caresses my tight sack and run her finger along my bottom.  One hand would always be holding my cock in some fashion.  And if it got too dry, she would oil it up with her different oils.  All subtle oils.  And then she would have trouble holding onto it, squeezing it harder when she wasn’t stroking.  And she would deliberately stroke me just to the point of orgasm and then stop often squeezing the base of my cock.  She would tell me not to orgasm yet.  Not yet, she would scold me, and tell me to stop moving as I arched my back with the tension.

 

Then she would use that gorgeous body of hers to tease me.  Rubbing her tits in my face, sometimes letting me suck on her nipples and sometimes making me keep my head still.  She would rub her tits all over parts of my body including my cock.  She would tit fuck me while I was on my back and look up at me with the sexiest eyes.  Watching me to see if I got too excited.  Occasionally, looking down into her tits and licking my head as it appeared through her tits.  But slowly.  She always rubbed me slowly and I would often try to speed my movement, but from her dominant lying position she would back off and take a strong hold of my cock.  I had to wait, she said.  I had to learn how to hold it so that when I was inside of her I could last a lot longer than I do now.  I had to wait and learn to control it.

 

She would torture me like this for hours.  Sometimes she would tie me down on the bed with my hands and legs spread and with a silk tie tied around my neck to keep my head still.  She would then sit her pussy on my face and tease me and then let me eat her.  She has such a sweet wet pussy.  She would let herself get excited and then put other parts of her beautiful body to my lips.  Her nipples for a while.  She would stand up, straddle my chest and wiggle her ass at me.  Watching my cock, she would lower her ass toward my face and let me kiss one cheek, then the other, and then her crack.  Wide open crack.  She would move to her knees and lay in a sixty nine but her head would be hanging above my crotch and she would tickle me with her hair, especially by draping it over my balls and moving it around.  She positioned her ass so that I was licking her rear and her pussy but she would not let me get to her clit.  After playing this way for awhile she would lay her soaking wet pussy fully in my face so that I could find the edge of that clittie of hers.

 

As she was coming all over my face she lifted away from my cock and grabbed it at the base, trying to suppress all of my movements.  Her dripping pussy soaking my cheeks and chin.  Even as she rested her head on my leg, her hair was generating a lot of excitement for me, its silky softness falling across the stretched length of my rigid cock.   I always feel macho when a woman pours her orgasm out on top of my face, even though I was tied up in five places.  Her hand became a sixth tie and her tight fisted grip on the base of my shaft kept my skin pulled tight.  My cock tried to rub its length over something other than air but I could only get a teasing hip movement, arching my back, straining against her grip.  

 

 

Chapter 2

 

I always came just before she would put it in her.  She recovered from her orgasm (I think it was her third of the night) playing with my cock using her long silky hair.  The gentleness of her sweeping movement induced me to lie still or almost still.  As I relaxed, so did her grip. 

 

She lifted up and moved her torso so that she sat on my chest and fondled my balls.  She leaned forward, sticking her ass in the air, and started her slow lick on my cock.  Kissing the tops of my legs and in between my legs, gently on my balls. Her hair raining down all over my groin and crotch and hips.  I was completely at full attention.  She told me that she wanted to fuck me for awhile.  But that she only wanted to feel me inside her for a short time.  I shouldn’t cum, she said.  She’d only do it for a short time.  I could rest in between fucks.  She said we should do this about 5 or 6 times.  Short ones, as training.  She moved her hips to perch over my cock and she was guiding it with her hand.  I wanted to be in her so badly. 

 

My throat was so dry and I was straining against the tie around my neck.  My whole body was tensing up.  Her hand was rubbing my cock guiding it to her hole.  He stuck the very tip into the center and began to roll it around the rim of her opening.  I thrust my hips up and slid in an inch.  She quickly pulled off of me and told me to calm down.  Don’t move your hips anymore.  She then lowered her pussy right down on top of my cock.  It’s wetness engulfing me.  She moved slowly and I could feel the exquisite sliding of her sugar walls around all sides of my head.  I started to come with that first stroke and I thrust my hips trying to go faster.  She knew it was too late to stop and she went faster, accommodating my needs but still just a bit slower than my hips were begging for.  I had a huge orgasm that had been building all night. 

 

She told me I still had a lot of training to do as we cuddled.  Without letting her body move from mine she undid the ties on my hands and neck.  She was wonderful.

 

Chapter 3

 

This time she didn’t use any oil.  We were visiting some friends.   A couple.  They got up early and left to do some errands.  They said they might be as long as an hour because of the Saturday crowds in the stores.  We were staying on the sofabed in their living room and we got partially dressed and shared coffee with our friends before they headed out.  Melissa then got me over to the sofa bed which was right in front of their picture window.  She opened the curtains wide and started working her magic.  The pajamas she was wearing come right off in one sexy movement.  Her tie slippers were all that was left.  What if one of their neighbors sees us, I protested.  No problem, they’ll think its Jack and Louise, she said.

 

She quickly had my PJ’s off and started nibbling all over my body.  She made me lie on my back on the bed.  She let me touch her but only if I barely touched her – no grabbing or clutching she said.  I was to relax.  With only an hour this was to be a mere exercise in control.  She kissed me all over while as I lay still and used her hand to play with my cock.  She was standing next to the bed and her mouth could easily land anywhere along my body that she wanted.  And her hair and her kisses landed everywhere, including on my shaft.  She licked it and sucked it into her mouth.  Always slowly; always with a sensual lust simmering in her being.  She had my shaft straining at its skin.  She told me she thought she saw someone walking by.  Yes, it was a woman and her dog.  She stood aside so that if she looked, the girl could see my elongated cock, her hand pointing it upward at the base.  Neither of us knew whether she saw us because we didn’t want to be caught looking at her and admitting we knew she was there.

 

She passed and Melissa wondered aloud how long it would be before she came back.  She said we still had a half hour left unless, of course, they were wrong about the crowded stores.  The idea of being caught excited me.  Now she straddled me saying she wanted to have my cock positioned at the entrance to her cunt, so the woman with the dog could see its full length when she returned.  She was grabbing the tip of my cock and she could tell I was almost cumming.  Not yet, she said sternly, not yet.

 

“OK, let’s go inside and see how the lighting is in there.  Just pick up your clothes.  You don’t need to put them on.”  Jude really wasn’t that interested in taking any more pictures but he did want to get her nude in his room.  And so they went into the house and she followed him to his room.  After a few minutes of fussing with curtains and light and taking a couple of pictures, Jude put the camera down. 

 

“That was very hot, baby.” he said, “You have me all excited.” 

 

“So,” she said, “what do you want to do about it?” 

 

“Well I thought maybe I could touch your pussy.  You promised, remember.”

 

“I said, ‘we’ll see’ but I guess it’s okay if you want to.”  So Jude moved closer to her naked body on the bed, positioning himself next to her but with his head near her waist.  She opened her legs.  He placed his hand on her leg near her knee and slowly moved it up toward her waiting moist area.  He enjoyed the touch of her smooth silky flawless skin and his hand flowed along it gently and effortlessly.  He moved past her most sensitive areas without touching them immediately and began a slow circle closing in around her slit with each stroke. 

 

“This is so much easier when you are naked.”  She was too enraptured with the movement of his hand to say anything.  His hand moved across her mound and slid down in between her legs.  “Yes you seem to be a bit wet.”  His finger found her slit and starting at the bottom it worked its way up along the smooth hairless crevice, opening it up as he went.  The next stroke was deeper as he was looking for her opening.  He wasn’t exactly sure where it was since this was a new experience for him.  While they had engaged in plenty of rubbing before, she had never laid herself so open and bare before him.  A moment of panic swept over him.  This ought to be easy but so far all I have felt is this ridge.  I have no idea where her pussy opening actually is. 

 

He went deeper and down in the tight area between the legs he thought he might have found it.  It was wetter here.  Could it just be sweat?  There was supposed to be a hole large enough to fit his cock.  It should be easy to find.  Panic and then she moaned.  It was a familiar moan and he decided to just play around here for awhile.  As he did, he found an area that was wet and bumpy.  It was definitely an opening but was it the right one.  As he rubbed his fingers over the bumps, she moaned again and opened her legs farther.  Encouraged he pushed deeper and thought he definitely had the opening.  It just wrapped around his finger which made him think it was a bit small but she seemed to really like it when he moved his finger around in a circle, his finger just deep enough to cover his first knuckle.

 

Moving in a circle and going deeper, he slowly moved his entire finger inside of her.  Pleased and certain that he had found the right hole he moved his finger in and out like he was fucking her.  She really liked this and she stretched and wiggled on the bed.  Her voice was making sounds he had not heard before.  He moved a second finger into her and went back and forth with both.  He found it amazing how easily it went in and how quickly her vagina adjusted.  It was still tight but he could tell it could easily adjust to a larger member.

 

“Can I smell it?” he asked.  “Okay.”   And before she realized what he was doing he leaned forward and put his head right on her pussy.  He sifted his body and moved right in between her legs.  She grabbed his head with her two hands.  She thought it was icky that someone would put their face in that part of her body.  It was her bathroom part and when his whole head was in there it just didn’t seem right.  But she could feel his nose touching her clit and his breath on her like that was exciting.  She only half pushed his head not really sure she wanted to move it.  He said something she couldn’t hear and the next thing she knew she could feel his tongue down there.  She pushed.

 

“What are you doing?’

“Tasting you.  I like it.  Do you mind?”

“I’m not sure,” she hesitated.  He took advantage of this indecision to move his head back.  He got no resistance from her this time and he lapped her slit with his tongue.  “Ohhh,” she moaned and he knew he had her.  He licked her up and down the length of her slit, getting deeper with his penetration as he went.  She could only stand about 4 alps before she began crying and screaming and having her first orgasm with him.  He wasn’t sure if he had hurt her although he didn’t think so.  Her rhythmic squeals filled the house.  Her legs squeezed and opened against his head and her hands ferociously grabbed his head. 

 

When she stopped and let him go, he immediately asked if she was okay.  He was a little scared by her screaming and ferocity.  She smiled at him and moved his head up to hers kissing him and hugging him.  As she hugged him it seemed strange that he still was fully dressed and she had been naked for a quite a while now but she was enjoying the afterglow of a great orgasm.  The first she had ever had with a boy.  It made her feel like a woman.  “What would you like me to do to you?” she asked him.

 

“Can I go inside of you?”  “No,” was her quick answer.  “But I will let you give me a tit fuck.  Would you like that?”  No sooner had he answered yes than he was ripping his clothes off.  Within seconds it seemed that he was naked and straddling her chest.  He placed his large swollen member in the cleft between her breasts.  He started moving up and down and was uncomfortably close to her chin, but she was feeling generous toward him right now and didn’t say anything when his tip struck her chin.  She turned slightly so that he would hit the softer place nearer her cheek.  She looked at him, deep into his eyes, like she did when she posed.  “Do you like my breasts?”  And he shot right across her face landing near her ear and into her hair.  (Yukk, she thought to herself) He did it again and again and when she thought he was finally done he did it again. 

 

He rolled over next to her, exhausted and spent.  She moved an out of place curl back across his forehead to join the rest of his messy locks, got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.  She was a mess and when she returned cleaned up as best she could, she found him asleep at 5:00 in the afternoon!  She got dressed, kissed him goodbye and headed home to shower before her parents came home.  Overall she was pretty pleased with her afternoon and couldn’t wait until Jude showed her their pictures.

 

 

I want to extend it.  That feeling that comes through the sensitive part of my cock.  That feeling that wants to keep my hips moving. That wants to keep the flesh along my shaft rubbing.  Rubbing in an effortless rhythm.  The rhythm I know can take over all of my feelings and all of my mind and drive me relentlessly toward an explosion.  The explosion that so satisfies me.  It is the trip that I love the best.  The part of the journey that says ‘don’t stop’.  When nothing else matters but the feeling.  And so I torture myself in order to extend that feeling. I stop and wiggle my hips and try to calm my aching cock.  I do. My stiff rod yearns to continue and I stop but only for a short while before I rub it again. 

 

There is no pain or anxiety.  Only a thousand thoughts running through my mind.  Of me and you.  Your nakedness.  Your sweet pussy in my mouth.  Sopping.  I am also thinking of her and letting her watch us.  Watch me while I masturbate, here in my bed as I am doing between words.  The words slow me down and torture me. Such sweet torture.  Nasty thoughts enter my mind.  Please accept that they are not all of you.  It is especially sweet to have your acceptance and to feel your imaginary hand pet me tenderly.  Understandingly.  Of human frailties and desperate powerful lusting needs.  I feel your acceptance and hear your voice whisper a mother’s OK.

 

My rod is hard and strong and I love it like this.  Would you like to see it?  Would you like to watch me masturbate?  Can I show it to the world?  Can we get all the women in my life together and let them watch.  All the women who I have lusted after.  Let each one come and give me a kiss while I masturbate for them.  In a public place.  And as I think of the most outlandish circumstance, those feelings overcome me.  An image or two; a possible encounter or two; enters, takes over and makes me explode.  Once, twice, three times before a pause.  Then again and again.  And once more. 

 

How completely satisfied I feel for the moment and how utterly tired.  I think I will just cuddle here with myself for a few.  Appreciate the tingling.  Enjoy the warmth.  Dream the best of dreams.  Just for a few.

 

She was really a very shy girl and now as a woman she still had trouble dealing with men.  It wasn’t that she was unattractive, the opposite, in fact.  She was beautiful and her shyness was brought about, in part, because she developed plump breasts so young.  Her ample breasts attracting unwanted attention when all the other girls were still in T-shirts.  Walking through the cafeteria line at school became an embarrassing column of eyes all focused on her chest and snickers when she walked by.  Even now she found herself conflicted.  As a mature 40 year old, sex was still uncomfortable.  She couldn’t explain it.  Didn’t really understand it, but had learned to accept it.

 

She met Dan at a club and they had seen each other four or five times.  He was a very attractive and successful man a few years younger than her.  She knew tonight it would be required to invite him in for a drink at the end of the date and while she had done this before, tonight would be the night she “put out” or else he would lose interest.  And it wasn’t like that really.  She found him attractive.  They clicked.  She liked his sense of humor and they shared a lot of the same interests.  It was just that all men seemed to expect more of her than she was interested in giving when it came to sex.  Her sex drive just seemed lower than the men.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to give.  It was just that she often found herself in a lose-lose situation where she lost them if she didn’t invite them up; she lost them if she brought them up and turned them down; and she lost them if she gave it up too easily. 

 

Tonight for dinner she wore an attractive summer dress that slipped over the curves of her hips and it drew the appropriate compliments from him.  At the end of the night she invited him up to her bedroom, and they lay together fully dressed and kissed each other.  His tongue rolled playfully around the inside of her lips and tickled the roof of her mouth.  He caressed her breasts with a gentle pushing and squeezing.  He seemed to have good hands and a sensitivity that she liked in her men.  He kissed her sensually along the side of her neck, behind her ear and along her shoulder – at least as much as he could get with her dress on.  She found this exciting, particularly the mixture of his warm breath and wet kisses along her neck.  His hands slid along her legs but he was taking his time and resisted reaching for her crotch area.  There was something she found exciting about lying next to him with her dress up above her panty line, even though he couldn’t see much in the near total darkness. 

 

She suggested a change of lighting and got up brought a candle to the bedside and lit it.  As she was sitting on the bed turning off the light, he sat behind her and ran his hands along the length of both sides, kissing the back of her neck.  She let herself relax under his kiss.  He suggested a few less clothes and tugged gently on the bottom of dress.  She lifted her hips and quickly her dress went over the top of her head and as they remained sitting with him behind her.  He moved his body away a bit as his face placed kisses around her shoulders and back.  He unhooked her bra as he kissed her, slid the straps off of her shoulders and his hands found their way to the front of her bra.  As he removed the bra his hands cupped both breasts.  They were only a handful now since she had had them reduced.  Once in awhile she wondered if the men in her life would have liked her to keep them at their original size, but she was glad every day that her breasts were now a more normal size.  It was hard to tell if her back hurt less as a result but she liked to think it did.  He continued spooning her from behind, his kisses on her neck and his hands on her breasts until her nipples became tight, stretched and more sensitive to his gentle caresses.

 

She turned around toward him, feeling uncomfortable that she was in just her panties and he was still fully dressed.  She asked him to remove his clothes while she stretched out and watched him.  When he was down to his shorts, he kissed her on her legs – first on one then the other, back and forth between them.  She felt that he wanted her to open her legs but in new relationships she was always too shy to just open them up.  It was as though she would be giving into her wanton desires in an unladylike way.  Deep down she was so afraid of becoming a slut.  He moved past her panties and kissed her on her belly and she reached down with her hands urging him to return to her face, which he did.

 

He kissed her rather hungrily around her face and neck while his body lay on top of hers.  She liked the feeling of his body on hers, crushing her slightly with his nudeness.  She was getting more turned on by this kissing then the kissing of her legs.  He was turned on too and she could feel the hardness between his legs rock over her mound.  Her legs did open now to his movement.  Her conflicts were beginning to disappear.  She was touching his back and feeling his rather pronounced muscles.  They were large and hard and smooth and it was exciting her just to touch them.  He moved down a bit on her and kissed her nipple, holding her breast firm with one hand.   His body moved slightly off of her and his other hand gently ran across her panties and in between her legs.  A finger found the slit below the cotton and it ran slowly up and down her swelling lips.  He returned to kissing her lips and she actively returned the caress of his lips.  She was enjoying his ministrations around her moistening pussy.

 

His fingers slid under the edge of her panties and he pulled them to one side.  His whole palm pressed against her naked mound and crept slowly downward.  A fingertip played with the opening to her tunnel, just rimming a circle around the edge, picking up some moisture and pulling it up into her slit.  Again repeated.  And again.  Only entering her tunnel to the depth of one knuckle.  In and out; up and down.  Then he stayed, playing in her hole, hooking his finger in deeper and stretching it – first this way and then that way.  He followed with a few deep thrusts into her tunnel but before she could get into a rhythm, he left her tunnel and moved along her slit toward her clitoris.  She was feeling good and ready to give into her feelings.  Her feelings that she really was a slut.  Her feelings that she was about to let this man who she knew slightly have his way with her.  His manipulating hand felt so good. 

 

His finger barely touched the end of her clit and he began a flicking movement right at its edge.  Like the flame of the candle next to her bed his finger brushed quickly and lightly across her way too sensitive clitoris.  This motion immediately drove her crazy.  Her hips started to move as he kept up the rhythm, working a little faster each time but never putting much pressure on it despite the fact that her thrusting hips caused his finger to move around slightly.  She was cumming and she wondered if she should try to hide it.  It was so quick yet although she knew she could have multiple orgasms, she just didn’t want him to think their lovemaking was over.  He seemed to sense this and kissed her in a sensitive spot just below her ear burying his face into the nook of her shoulder and neck, while she let out a long obvious moan. 

 

His hand stopped moving as she finished cumming but it stayed resting against her mound.  She started to say something and he cut her off with a kiss on the lips.  His hand moved caressingly over her crotch not focussing on her hotspots but calming her.  And then along the insides of her thighs and the kisses began again.  He certainly was not stopping.   She kissed him gratefully.  He began to move his face down her body kissing her sides and nipples and breasts.  As he continued lower he pulled her panties down along her legs.  She put her legs together to make it easier.  Again his face was in her stomach and approaching her pussy.  She wondered why she felt so embarrassed to have a man put his face in between her when she loved it so much once it was going.  Of course, some men were better than others, but she was pretty sure he would be great.  Nonetheless, she waited for him to open her legs rather than volunteer what she wanted.  His face felt wonderful in between her legs as he kissed each inner thigh and placed kisses around her pussy before focussing on any particular spot.  His tongue licked the length of her slit and opened it up.  Up and down his tongue moved depositing additional moisture to the area, especially over her clit.  Her hands were gripping the strong muscular of his shoulders – her fingertips pressing in the crevices between them.

 

He made his tongue loose and flat and ran it over her clit putting more moisture on it.  She couldn’t tell if it was her moisture or his, because she was sure leaking plenty of moisture on her own.  She loved what his tongue was doing, licking in a circular motion around her clitoris and along its sides.  Steady, constant, to an unheard beat.  Her hips were rocking to a slow beat almost without her being conscious of it.  Actually consciousness was rather hard for her to find at the moment because all she could think or feel was about his tongue and her clit.  She was going to come again and felt a little guilty that he was doing all the work but she was not going to interrupt him. 

 

On their dates when he would talk about sex, he would always brag about how good he was.  She realized he wasn’t just bragging.  And he hit the spot again.  Wow.  She was going to explode and she moaned loudly.  Suddenly he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck on it just as another orgasmic wave enveloped her.  Ohhh.  Her hips arched up.  And as her hips started to relax back to the bed a fingertip in her ass (oh god) making her quickly arch again.  And this time she was spent and she had to get some space between them.  She became too sensitive to his touch.  He complied but not before teasing her a bit with a tickle here and there.  And she was very ticklish.  She pushed him away from her, laughing while she did.

 

He turned on his side, his back to, toward the outside of the bed and lit a cigarette.  She snuggled up against his body her eyes peeking at his hard on under the boxer shorts.  The cigarette would give her just enough time to relax.  She sniggled against the muscles of his back and slowly caressed him with her hands.  She realized that she often felt as though she had a duty to please a man.  Kind of an unwritten tit for tat.  But right now she felt a strong desire to please him.  She wanted him to feel as good as she did.  She wanted to please him like no other woman had.  She realized she wanted him back early and often.

 

As he was putting out his cigarette she reached out and gently caressed the length of his cock.  He responded immediately turning slowly toward her touch.  She kissed him along the side of his back and moved slowly toward his crotch.  He lay on his back as she pulled his pole through the slit in his shorts.  She quickly positioned herself over his middle and lowered her mouth over the head of his stiff projectile.  It was quite long but not too thick and she easily brought the top of it into her mouth.  Using her hand and her mouth simultaneously she moved up and down along the shaft.  She was glad that he remained still.  She disliked it when men forced their penis into her mouth by moving their hips in and out.   She was afraid of getting it in too deep and choking.  It had happened before.  He had his hands in her hair but he wasn’t pulling her head, which could have the same effect as pushing his hips.

 

After about 10 minutes his hands urged her head up to his face and she kissed him.  She preferred sex in the missionary position and she invited him to come inside her, lying on her back while he took off his shorts.  He positioned himself over her but kept his weight on his arms, so that his body floated above her.  He probed her pussy lips with the tip of his prick.  Rocking slightly, he prodded her opening.  Then surprising her, he found her moist slit and ran the soft fleshy tip up to her clit.  She loved the feeling as he moved it up and down along her slit with the head of his cock…  She could feel her juices flowing.  He continued this for some time and quietly laid his weight down on her, never breaking the movement between them.  He reached down and putting his hands under her knees lifted her legs opening her pussy wide.  He positioned his cock at the entrance to her tunnel again and slid it in just an inch, pulling it out.  Back and forth he played with the first inch of her pussy until she wanted more of him in her.  She tried to thrust her hips at him with each movement he made downward.  Her legs were draped over his shoulders and when he leaned forward, he was able to control her rocking and thrusting better than she was.  Nonetheless her attempts and the added friction it created added to both of their abandon.  She was grabbing more and more of him with each thrust.  She could feel the animal in him taking over and the careful manipulator giving way to raw passion.  He was pumping her fast now and nothing was going to stop him.  She was usually a little scared when men lost control in sex.  She had her usual quick flash of being raped then realized how much she was enjoying this, how wet she was.   She hugged his back and his biceps tightly, she was grunting something to encourage him, and she was about to cry.

 

He was moaning louder than she was and she knew he could barely hear her.  She enjoyed knowing she was satisfying him beyond all control.  “Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Yes, give it to me.  Like that.  Fuuuck me.”  She was screaming.  The expressions coming out of her mouth shocking her.  He was coming and she could feel every muscle in his body pouring itself into each ejaculatory thrust.  He was very vocal about it although no words were formed.  It was a primal language.  Its message very clear.  She felt a wonderful sense of womanhood as his passion subsided.  Some sort of sisterhood with all women who had gone before, coupling with this strange opposite sex, finding completeness.  He gave himself up totally to the sensation of his orgasm, leaving this consciousness for another.  The orgasm that she brought to him.  She felt his dead weight stir for one last late orgasmic spurt before she was able to lift him to reposition her legs.  He laid half way across her, hugging her, one of his legs between hers, lost in another place.  Her face was wet with tears and she was overcome with a sense of satisfaction.  She hugged him and he returned the hug with warm snuggle against the side of her face.  She would let this man fall asleep and worry about what she had done tomorrow.  For tonight she felt in love.