The dinner was great, but Kate had a feeling. There was a tension and a gnawing in the back of her mind. What had her husband Steve said? “So sexy” when she asked what he thought of her with another man. Maybe this was the time.
Steve was out for the night; she was a little tipsy and feeling a little reckless. But most of all she was turned on. Between his frank explanations and Camille, her boss’ indiscreet escort descriptions she wanted him bad. She was flattered when her boss Carl had left her the room card, winked and walked to the elevators. His brown eyes had looked unto hers and she had melted. She had watched him walk this way, tight bum wagging like a catwalk model, cheeky grin over his shoulder catching her glance.
Her cheeks burned as she waited for the lift. Between the drinks and her desire, she was flushed. She knew the fluttering tummy feeling meant she was also wet but there was no turning back. She swiped the card and entered the room. He was sat in the white robe, his dark skin smooth beneath. He rose and came to her. She instinctively lay her palms on his chest as he embraced her, consuming her in his arms. She could feel his heart and his cologne intoxicated her before she felt his rising hardness beneath the robe. Again, she instinctively spread her feet, enjoying his bulk against her skirt between her thighs.
“You’re overdressed” he said. His voice resonated in her core.
His hand held her waist and she felt their confidence and size as he lowered them to her buttocks. She looked up as he lay a soft kiss on her lips. She broke and raised a hand to his thick shoulder, feeling behind his head and pulling him to her. Her tongue probed his lips as she felt him further harden and his hands grasped her ass-cheek. She needed to lose these clothes, she needed him to touch her, needed him to explore her, needed him to take her.
She pulled away, loosened and dropped her skirt, stepped out of her shoes, unbuttoning her blouse all the while she gazed into his eyes. Unhooking her bra, stepping though her knickers, half bending before standing exposed to his scrutiny.
Her body pale, smooth and petite now out of the shoes, naked facing him. Eyes locked he dropped the robe. They were close enough to sense their shared body heat. They stepped together, skin on skin, her hands reveling in his hard body, down his back, across his ass, enjoying the responses his ass clenching and his thick cock twitching against her as her fingers as she traced down the crack.
She pulled away and looked up at him, this was one moment she’d fantasized about. She placed her hands on his thighs and knelt. One of his hands rested lightly on her shoulder, the other snaked across his belly and he slowly stroked his cock. She let one of her hands rest on her thigh, fingers seeking out her opening, stunned that she was so wet already, watching him spread his pre-cum across the huge cock-head.
She let him hold steady and tentatively licked the tip, the salty slippery taste of him drawing her lips wider over the head loosely, rocking. Her hand on his thigh could feel the muscles pulse with the rocking. His moan had her look up to his face, no longer serene, eyes squeezed shut, she could feel a tremor in his hand on her shoulder as it moved to cup the back of her head, fingers combing through her hair.
Would she “feel the burn” that Camille referred to? Would this cock start a hunger that would need regular filling? As her tongue explored the base of his cock head, she was holding his heavy shaft. The warm rigidity was contrasted with the velvet soft skin. Her fingers squeezed, stroked, and strayed now and again to his scrotum. He was so hard she let his cock stand before devouring as much as she could take just to enjoy his intake of breath, feel his balls move in response.
He shivered and beckoned her up, smiling. “You OK with this?” She grinned and he kissed her, tasting himself on her. She felt his hands everywhere and then he tossed her on the bed, like arced through the air, stunned until she landed giggling as he grasped her hips and pulled back to him, sinking his face between her knees. Her gasp followed her feeling his tongue stroke through her opening, she knew she was wet and now she knew he knew. His firm tongue stroked through again and came to rest over her clit. She had lay back and she raised to look down, what was he up to after a strong beginning? Then she heard and felt it, falling back. He was holding her thighs wide, tongue over her clit and sucking air through the gap between – the reverberation sent shivers through her groin – WTF?
Concentrating on breathing she syncopated them with his breaths – driving vibrations through her abdomen and raising the tension with each breath.
Her perceptions were becoming more focused as she bore down, willing the tension to stay. The pleasure was delicious, but the tension was rising inexorably. She felt her leg shiver – bringing her back – no cramp! She took a deep breath and then it came. She heard her own moan and his fingers clamping her still, changing between under her ass and around her thighs as her thrashing changed. As soon as it leveled, he increased the pressure, the thrumming air and it immediately began. So gentle yet powerful. Made her powerless. She reached down – it was too much, but then she pulled him in, set her off again and she caught her breath. He descended again and she whimpered but pulled him to her again, this was so good, but she had other needs.
She pulled him up to her, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, felt the tears run down her face.
She tried to lose the grin she knew was on her face as she kissed his forehead, chin cheeks and lips. All she could smell is herself on him, a heady mix with his cologne. He was suspended above her on his elbows, she felt his presence bounce between them. She shimmied and wiggled her hips, tantalizingly nudges of his cock-head against her saturated opening. Oh god, this was how “the burn” happened. This thick dark cock was going to strain her pink pussy white. Her thick lips were going to have to stretch thin to accommodate this man. This what Camille said – that eye-popping first entry was addictive. Nothing’s the same, nothing’s as good. God, she hadn’t even the vibrating tongue thing.
“Fuck me” she said looking into his eyes. She felt his cock thicken against her waist and he withdrew his hips and the head slid down her slit. She reached around her thigh and guided him and he closed in. There was resistance but then…FUCK.
END
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