Okay since I last updated you I’m sure you have some questions. Hell, I had many questions after that day. The first one being what the hell did I just do and the second one being how soon can I do it again. I know, I’m bad. But you really have to see this woman. Shit, you really have to feel this woman. So tight and wet and deep, oh man. Okay, okay. I’m getting sidetracked. I know what you were thinking. What happened when she woke up? How did she not feel sore and stretched out from my massive rod? Well, I guess I didn’t and don’t know about that second question. As for the first, well it went just as I thought it might.
I watched her until I saw her twitch slightly, signs she was awakening. I started out talking very low and gradually raised the volume of my voice to low-indoor conversation. Ask me what I was talking about and I couldn’t tell you. My heart was racing, I was so worried somehow she’d immediately know. Then when our session ended and she pretended to never even have fallen asleep, I realized I was golden. Getting away with it felt almost as good as doing it. Almost.
It was the morning of her 3rd appointment. I told myself that I needed to listen to her this time, so I could give some real feedback. I knew if I didn’t give some actual shrink input then she’d stop feeling heard and validated, and stop coming. And if she stopped coming, I’d stop cumming and we all know I wasn’t ready for that. But I also knew me. And I knew my cock. As soon as she’d walk in I wouldn’t be able focus so I got out my truster recorder. I would start it when our session began so that when I lost interest in her voice, I could listen to it later and take notes. Yes, brilliant. Another slam dunk by me.
So here she comes, walking in the next week looking smoking hot. She was wearing one of those pencil skirts that looked like leather but that you know couldn’t actually be because she didn’t carry a nice handbag or dangle beamer keys so it must’ve been fake. Fake or not, it hugged her booty so nicely it made my heart race. She had this off-white silk blouse tucked into the high-waisted skirt and she had on black patent pumps. She looked like a woman who was either going to court or about to film a porno. Little did she know I was going to have my own little porno with her in a few minutes.
“Great to see you again,” I smiled, shaking her hand, “I hope you had a nice weekend.” She didn’t hesitate to walk straight to the cum couch and lay back, setting her bag on the ground beside her. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, adjusting so that her hair—which was pulled back into a sexy, low bun—rested gently on the couch with disrupting it. The trick would be getting her to take the Xanax every time. I knew if she really was a tired housewife, there would be no problems getting her to take it. Hell, if I had pegged her correctly (no pun intended), I figured she may even ask me for more. At this point I transitioned from anxious to determined. The noise her faux leather skirt made as she crossed her legs on the couch sent a shiver down my spine and made my dick start to get hard. “Are you comfortable?” I asked, in my most harmless-fifty-something-year-old voice I had. “Can I get you anything? Water?” I asked, a bottle of pre-laced water next to my foot.
“I’m a little embarrassed” she said, not turning back to see me. “I think I may have dozed a little last time I was here. Maybe coffee instead of water? Do you have coffee?” there was a bit of embarrassment in her voice. I needed to reassure her. “Oh don’t worry, that actually happens far more often than you may think. The comfortable couch and the feeling of emotional safety… it allows a deep rest to wash over you.” I stood up and held a “one minute” finger to her as I stepped outside and poured her a cup of black coffee. Don’t worry—if you’re thinking she foiled my plan then think again. I was planning for many scenarios. Before I stepped back into the office I pulled 4 tabs of Xanax from my pocket and dropped them into the coffee and I watched the swirl and dissolve within a few seconds. Because the coffee may offset some of the side effects of the drug, I also had a small vial of a sedative that I discreetly poured into her coffee. Hey, it would be worse for her if she woke up when I was…. examining her… than it is for me to just slip her a little something extra. And the way I figure it is that she probably wants to rest, anyway. A busy mother of young kids with a spouse who probably gives her more doubt than love… yeah, you guys, she needed this. After all, she wasn’t saying no.
So I hand her the coffee, which she devours promptly. The sedative may have been a bit stronger than I realized because she was out within a few minutes. I took a cold bottle of water and held it to the nape of her neck to see if it shocked her awake. It didn’t. I smiled at her sleeping body. It’s go time.
I began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing a white lace bra underneath. I gently pulled the cups of her bra down, one by one, exposing her full, creamy, luscious, nude breasts. They were exactly what you’d imagine. Full, soft, the areola a perfect circle, and her dark colored nipples were hard and looked me right in the eye. I knew what I had to do.
I unbuckled my pants and slid out my erect manhood and drug it across her chest. I let the tip of my cock find its way around her nipples and in between her breasts. I was rock hard when I did this next thing. I put my pointer finger in between her lips and gently opened her mouth. She didn’t move at all. I kept my finger in her mouth in case she decided to bite or wake up and have a reflex. I used my other hand to guide the tip of my cock between her soft lips. Her red lipstick was rubbing off on my head, making the precum ooze out onto her tongue and teeth. I gently worked my throbbing cock head into her mouth an inch or two and slowly moved it around. Her face was motionless as I felt her damp tongue tease the underside of my cock head. My balls tightened, my heart raced, my precum rampant and I’m telling you guys—I could’ve cum right then. Instead I decided to have a little more fun.
I took my cock out of her mouth, pushed her breasts together and spit on her fat, naked titties. Using my own spit as lube as I tit-fucked this gorgeous, unconscious woman felt so good. Her mounds jiggled wildly with every heave of my member, sending a sexy chill through my entire being. I had never been this hard when having sex with any other awake woman. Taking advantage of this woman while she was unconscious was the fucking hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
Feeling I was nearing a complete cum water-hose situation I pulled myself away from tit-fucking and sat on the edge of the couch next to her. I slid my hand up her soft thighs and found her panties. I slipped my finger underneath them and found her wet hole. The fact that she was wet told me her body was reacting to what I was doing to her and it got me that much harder. I began slipping the tip of my finger in and out of her beautiful little cunt, using my other hand to stroke my own fat cock. After a few seconds I knew I was going to blow. I stood up and directed my hose onto her tits and unloaded, rope after rope of thick semen. After what seemed like minutes of cumming I looked at her and she her tits and neck were covered in my spunk. It was so fucking hot, you have no idea! I grabbed a towel I had planted under the couch and gently wiped her up, tucked her tits back into her bra, buttoned her up and sat back in my chair behind her. Now I had to wait for her to wake up. In the mean time, I slipped my finger into my mouth and tasted her. God, her sweet, sweaty taste made me hard again. I could not wait to taste the source at our next session.
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Pt 4 ?? Love this