Dinner for Two
Dinner for Two
Another true story that occurred back in the summer....enjoy
I stretched my arms up high over my head as I turned in front of the full length mirror. My new canary yellow bra and thong looked so good against my golden tan, my dark nipples and newly waxed pussy both clearly visible through my underwear. I sighed in satisfaction, poor Chris wouldn't stand a chance when he got a look at this little vision of pure sexuality.
Hearing the taxi driver calling my mobile, I slid into my little black dress, smoothing it down my thighs, then slipped into my 4" black stilettos. I quickly ran a brush through my shiny dark brown hair, the ends just flicking up over my shoulders. Satisfied with the result I picked up my bag and tottered down the stairs towards the front door. "See you later, don't wait up for me" I cried to the open door of the TV room.
"Ok, make sure you've got your phone with you, let us know what you're doing" my mum replied.
"Ok, see you, bye." I replied as I left the cool of the villa into the hot humid atmosphere outside, walking the ten metres to the cool of the cab. "Jumeira Towers please".
We pulled up in front of the magnificent entrance to the 5 star hotel, I paid the 45 dirham bill and gave him a five dirham tip.
Chris was waiting at the door dressed immaculately in a white long sleeved shirt and a pair of white linen trousers, he looked gorgeous!
His recent tan contrasting beautifully with his white clothes.
He grasped my shoulders and kissed me on both cheeks then gave me a long lingering kiss on the lips.
"You look fabulous Jay that dress really goes well with your tan. Would you like to go to Ray's bar for a drink before we go to the restaurant?"
"Sure that would be lovely" I replied a little nervously, still amazed that I'd netted such a good catch.
Chris was about 35, so about nearly twice my age, but for me that was just perfect, I just loved older men. Boys my age really didn't do it for me at all, in my limited experience they were gauche, inexperienced and worst of all didn't have a clue how to treat a girl sexually.
My ideal man was my step-dad Carl, although quite old at 57, he had charm to spare. What he lacked in youthfulness he made up for in his vitality and sheer sexuality. He exuded it from every pore of his body. Most of which I'd seen. He never bothered to dress when walking from his bedroom to the room he used as his dressing room, disdaining even the use of a towel. He was still in remarkably good shape, broad shoulders and a really manly chest, I also knew having seen him naked often, he shaved both his chest and his genitalia. Such a smooth and sexy temptation for one such as I, an 18 year old, urgent sexual feelings flooding through my veins. I'd often as a young teenager used the image of his body as fodder for my early masturbatory fantasies. Many was the night I had imagined his strong arms pinioning me to my bed as his hard cock plunged deep inside me, filling me with his hot come, or splashing it over my belly and pubescent tits.
I looked across the table at Chris, he was just soooo, lush was the best way to describe him. About 6'2", his tanned arms and hands were smooth and covered with a fine down of blonde hairs. His chest as I could see between his open collar also had a light covering of curly hair. I shuddered in anticipation of seeing more and running my long scarlet nails across his pecs. Scratching lightly down across his narrow waist and into the forest of blonde pubes before stroking along the length of his erect penis seeing him jerk as he felt my nails on its tumescence.
"Jay, are you with me?"
I jerked back into reality, "Sorry, I was miles away."
"I was just asking if you'd like another drink here, or whether you wanted to go upstairs to the restaurant now?"
"Let's go up to the restaurant, I'm starving." I replied, my mind still full, of my earlier thoughts and a definite feeling of anticipatory moistness between my legs.
The dinner was fabulous, we started with a bottle of Veuve Cliquot champagne, my favourite. I had a starter of seared asparagus and followed it with a lovely dish of poached salmon. Chris of course started with calves liver followed by a huge filet of beef. What a caveman, he was obviously anticipating the need to maintain his strength!
Neither of us bothered with dessert, instead we skipped straight to a brandy for me and a malt for him. We left the table and were shown to the smoking lounge. I lit up my first cigarette of the day as Chris lit up a small cigar.
The Louis XIII brandy was like an angels kiss on my tongue and before I knew it Chris ordered me another with a large 25 year old Macallan for him.
The combination of the pre dinner drinks, the champagne, wine with the meal and now two large brandies was playing havoc with my brain. I turned to Chris and gripped his thigh a couple of inches below the distinctive shape of his impressive flaccid cock. "If you feed me any more alcohol, I'm going to pass out,so if you'd like to fuck me, you'd better take me to your room right now."
"Then my room it is then, it would be such a shame not to finish this wonderful evening with a bang." He quipped in reply.
Two minutes later we were in the lift he punched the button for the 58th floor, turned and put his arms around me. He pulled me firmly towards his chest and covered my mouth with his. He dropped his hands and gripped the twin orbs of my bum firmly, pulling me hard against his growing erection. My tongue snaked into his mouth tasting the tang of cigars and malt whisky. I nearly came on the spot as I identified the distinctive taste, so redolent of the smell of my step father and the strong almost overpowering sexual association.
Our frantic prelude to sex was interrupted by the gong announcing our arrival at the 58th floor. I hurriedly tried to smooth the back of my dress down from where Chris had lifted it above my hips as he massaged my bum cheeks. My lipstick, so carefully re-applied half an hour earlier was smeared all over my mouth by our abandoned snog.
I looked in the mirror of the lift and giggled. "God what a mess I look, it looks like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards."
Chris chuckled, "That's nothing to what you'll look like in half an hour, if I get my way with you."
Arriving at his room he swiped his card and opened the door, he bowed deeply and ushered me through the doorway into his luxurious hotel room.
"Nice room, and just look at that view, you can see right down the Corniche, it's lovely."
Not as lovely as you." He said as he circled my waist with his sun bronzed hands.
I leant forward over the balcony rail and felt Chris nuzzle my neck with his lips, his stubble scratching lightly against my skin. A charge of electricity flashed through my body it's destination finding itself in my tingling clitoris. I pushed my head back against him as he licked around my ear and then took my earlobe in his mouth, suckling like an ******. He pulled my hair back hard and licked and sucked my neck, raising goosebumps down my spine.
"Oh yes Chris, that is so good." I uttered breathlessly.
Once more he gripped me by the waist and turned me to face him, our mouths met in a long languorous kiss our tongues mashing together darting in and out of each others mouths.
He stood back and looked directly into my eyes then reaching up with both hands slipped the straps of my little black dress off my shoulders. The dress slid down past my waist and down my flanks and pooled on the floor of the balcony around my ankles, leaving me in just my bra and thong. My dark nipples and the freshly waxed lips of my pussy clearly visible to his gaze. "Fuck you are so beautiful, I've imagined seeing you like this since the first time I saw you at your house. You are far and away more beautiful than I ever believed possible."
I reached down and grasped his erect cock through his linen trousers rubbing my thumb over the head, feeling the wetness of his desire on my finger tips.
I reached behind me and I unclipped my lacy yellow bra allowing it to fall and join my dress on the floor. "Watch me, watch what I've been doing, thinking about you, since I met you last week."
Sitting down on the chair beside the table I lifted my leg and placed the heel of my left foot onto the table top my legs spread wide. Slowly, my eyes locked onto his, I moved my hand down and rubbed my fingers between my wet open lips pushing my outer labia out of the confines of my tiny yellow thong. He drew a deep breath as he unbuttoned his shirt shrugging it off his broad tanned shoulders. He then stood and undid the tie of his trousers, unbuttoned the fly and dropped them down his heavily muscled thighs. His cock was magnificent, it stood out at 45 degrees from his body, it's foreskin drawn back over the edge of his glans, pre-cum glistening on the tip.
I pulled my thong to one side and slid two fingers into my wetness, my thumb circling my clit, my pink wetness shining from the light in the room. My fingers increased the tempo of their rubbing as I looked at his hardness. Seeing me masturbating in front of him he gripped his cock tightly in his right hand and started to wank, pausing briefly, he dropped a large globule of spit onto his hand to give him sufficient lubrication. Up and down moved his hand in perfect synchronisation to my hand as it slid wetly through the gash of my gaping wet sex.
"I've dreamt of seeing you like this Chris, every time I've made myself cum since we met, I've done this thinking of you and your big hard cock in front of me. Come closer, I want to suck you as you wank for me." He took a half pace forward and offered the head of his cock to me as he continued to wank the shaft. I sucked its head into my mouth matching the movements of my mouth to the stimulation of my dripping pussy. I felt a minute twitch run through his cock as my cheeks caved in with the force of my sucking. He released his cock and put both hands each side of my head. Not pulling it on to his raging hard on, but just holding it gently. In turn I forced my face against him my lips reaching to the base of his neatly shaven cock as I sucked it into my throat, causing me to gag a little. As the tempo increased I felt myself approaching my orgasm. My thumb strummed my clit mercilessly as it approached. As my fingering increased in speed so did my mouth on his cock, overcome by excitement he then started to fuck my face, each thrust hitting the back of my throat until I felt a tremor begin through the fingers of my left hand as it gripped his right bum cheek. His impending cum signalled itself clearly as his gluteus clenched tightly. Then I felt a flood of his cum hit the back of my throat. I swirled my tongue around his cock head, withdrawing it slightly from the depths of my mouth, allowing his cum to fill my mouth, savouring the sweet salty taste. This precipitated my own orgasm, my right hand with two fingers deep inside me in the shape of a claw as I stimulated my G spot, rubbing the rough pad with my fingertips.
My orgasm followed his, my ejaculate splashing wetly over his legs, he immediately dropped to his knees catching the second squirt across his chin as he pushed his stubbly face against my open cunt. His tongue dived deep inside me seeking to suck me dry of my cum. As I felt the last trickle run down the crack of my arse I pulled his face up to mine and we swapped each others emissions swirling them around our mouths allowing the tastes to mingle in an orgy of cum.
He collapsed on the floor his eyes riveted on the sight between my open thighs.
"So I take it, this isn't the first time for you then?"
I giggled like a schoolgirl, "Not quite the first, but I've never done that before, I loved it, can we do,it again?"
"bloody hell, give a guy a minute to recuperate." He replied.
"OK, I'm just going to the loo and then I expect a repeat performance, or something like it. I need to make the most of you while I can."
When I emerged from the bathroom he was laid naked on the bed leaning against the richly upholstered headboard, he was idly stroking his half hard cock as he looked at me naked before him.
"Give me twirl, I want to see all of you." He asked.
I put my hands on the under slope of my breasts and lifted them up, straining to take a nipple in my mouth. Then did as he requested slowly turning until I was facing away from him.
"What a fantastic arse, I could see you looked fabulous in your dress, but I have to say your body is fabulous, just made for fucking."
"You don't look so bad yourself, your cock is just lush, I can't wait till you have it inside me. I just hope it's not too big for me." I giggled.
I bent at the waist and leant forward until I could look back at him, his cock now fully erect, he was stroking it slowly as he looked at me taking in the view of my arse cheeks, framing my dark rosette and below it the cleft of my still engorged pussy. I was so pleased that my mum had done such a good job this afternoon waxing me completely bare. Exposing my entire sex for him to see.
"Mmmmmm, not a hair in sight, just how I like it." He observed.
"It's just for you Chris, I didn't want to disappoint."
He swung his legs off the bed and walked around to stand behind me. He reached between my legs and felt my wetness with his fingers. "That feels lovely and so welcoming." He said as he positioned the wet head of his cock between my gaping lips.
A second later I felt them gape even wider as the head of his cock penetrated me with the first inch of his hard manhood. I grunted in such an un-ladylike way as he pushed another inch into me. Loving the feeling as his cock glided into my liquid depths. I spread my legs a little wider for both stability and to allow him better access to me. Feeling me open up he increased the depth of his strokes pushing more of his lovely big into me. At last he was fully home and I felt the head of his cock slamming into my cervix, the pleasure/pain was indescribably good and I knew my second orgasm wouldn't be long in coming. I leant forward a little more and braced myself against his thrusts with my left hand against the bathroom door jamb. The right being fully occupied in both cupping his balls and mashing my clit as he buried himself balls deep inside me. His hands moved from their grip either side of my hips and I felt a finger or possibly his thumb ease its way into my tiny unspoiled arsehole. The sensation was incredible as he insinuated it in my cherry hole. I could feel him screwing it into me, twisting it deliciously on each in-stroke. My orgasm was fast approaching as he reached with his other hand around past my waist and grabbed my swinging left tit, kneading it and tweaking my erect crinkly nipple. That added sensation tipped over the edge and I came noisily with total abandon, screeching obscenities as I did so.
Whether it was my squeals of pleasure or the iron grip of my inner cunt muscles squeezing his cock, I still have no idea, but I felt him start to unload another heavy load of his cum, this time flooding my insides with his hot spunk. I fell forward onto my knees utterly spent, with a masterly contortion, he followed me down his cock still buried deep inside me and we both knelt there for what seemed like minutes, regaining our breath and composure.
"Fuck me." I uttered.
"What again?" He asked in reply. "Not sure I can manage another one so soon, I'm not as young as I used to be."
Another true story that occurred back in the summer....enjoy
I stretched my arms up high over my head as I turned in front of the full length mirror. My new canary yellow bra and thong looked so good against my golden tan, my dark nipples and newly waxed pussy both clearly visible through my underwear. I sighed in satisfaction, poor Chris wouldn't stand a chance when he got a look at this little vision of pure sexuality.
Hearing the taxi driver calling my mobile, I slid into my little black dress, smoothing it down my thighs, then slipped into my 4" black stilettos. I quickly ran a brush through my shiny dark brown hair, the ends just flicking up over my shoulders. Satisfied with the result I picked up my bag and tottered down the stairs towards the front door. "See you later, don't wait up for me" I cried to the open door of the TV room.
"Ok, make sure you've got your phone with you, let us know what you're doing" my mum replied.
"Ok, see you, bye." I replied as I left the cool of the villa into the hot humid atmosphere outside, walking the ten metres to the cool of the cab. "Jumeira Towers please".
We pulled up in front of the magnificent entrance to the 5 star hotel, I paid the 45 dirham bill and gave him a five dirham tip.
Chris was waiting at the door dressed immaculately in a white long sleeved shirt and a pair of white linen trousers, he looked gorgeous!
His recent tan contrasting beautifully with his white clothes.
He grasped my shoulders and kissed me on both cheeks then gave me a long lingering kiss on the lips.
"You look fabulous Jay that dress really goes well with your tan. Would you like to go to Ray's bar for a drink before we go to the restaurant?"
"Sure that would be lovely" I replied a little nervously, still amazed that I'd netted such a good catch.
Chris was about 35, so about nearly twice my age, but for me that was just perfect, I just loved older men. Boys my age really didn't do it for me at all, in my limited experience they were gauche, inexperienced and worst of all didn't have a clue how to treat a girl sexually.
My ideal man was my step-dad Carl, although quite old at 57, he had charm to spare. What he lacked in youthfulness he made up for in his vitality and sheer sexuality. He exuded it from every pore of his body. Most of which I'd seen. He never bothered to dress when walking from his bedroom to the room he used as his dressing room, disdaining even the use of a towel. He was still in remarkably good shape, broad shoulders and a really manly chest, I also knew having seen him naked often, he shaved both his chest and his genitalia. Such a smooth and sexy temptation for one such as I, an 18 year old, urgent sexual feelings flooding through my veins. I'd often as a young teenager used the image of his body as fodder for my early masturbatory fantasies. Many was the night I had imagined his strong arms pinioning me to my bed as his hard cock plunged deep inside me, filling me with his hot come, or splashing it over my belly and pubescent tits.
I looked across the table at Chris, he was just soooo, lush was the best way to describe him. About 6'2", his tanned arms and hands were smooth and covered with a fine down of blonde hairs. His chest as I could see between his open collar also had a light covering of curly hair. I shuddered in anticipation of seeing more and running my long scarlet nails across his pecs. Scratching lightly down across his narrow waist and into the forest of blonde pubes before stroking along the length of his erect penis seeing him jerk as he felt my nails on its tumescence.
"Jay, are you with me?"
I jerked back into reality, "Sorry, I was miles away."
"I was just asking if you'd like another drink here, or whether you wanted to go upstairs to the restaurant now?"
"Let's go up to the restaurant, I'm starving." I replied, my mind still full, of my earlier thoughts and a definite feeling of anticipatory moistness between my legs.
The dinner was fabulous, we started with a bottle of Veuve Cliquot champagne, my favourite. I had a starter of seared asparagus and followed it with a lovely dish of poached salmon. Chris of course started with calves liver followed by a huge filet of beef. What a caveman, he was obviously anticipating the need to maintain his strength!
Neither of us bothered with dessert, instead we skipped straight to a brandy for me and a malt for him. We left the table and were shown to the smoking lounge. I lit up my first cigarette of the day as Chris lit up a small cigar.
The Louis XIII brandy was like an angels kiss on my tongue and before I knew it Chris ordered me another with a large 25 year old Macallan for him.
The combination of the pre dinner drinks, the champagne, wine with the meal and now two large brandies was playing havoc with my brain. I turned to Chris and gripped his thigh a couple of inches below the distinctive shape of his impressive flaccid cock. "If you feed me any more alcohol, I'm going to pass out,so if you'd like to fuck me, you'd better take me to your room right now."
"Then my room it is then, it would be such a shame not to finish this wonderful evening with a bang." He quipped in reply.
Two minutes later we were in the lift he punched the button for the 58th floor, turned and put his arms around me. He pulled me firmly towards his chest and covered my mouth with his. He dropped his hands and gripped the twin orbs of my bum firmly, pulling me hard against his growing erection. My tongue snaked into his mouth tasting the tang of cigars and malt whisky. I nearly came on the spot as I identified the distinctive taste, so redolent of the smell of my step father and the strong almost overpowering sexual association.
Our frantic prelude to sex was interrupted by the gong announcing our arrival at the 58th floor. I hurriedly tried to smooth the back of my dress down from where Chris had lifted it above my hips as he massaged my bum cheeks. My lipstick, so carefully re-applied half an hour earlier was smeared all over my mouth by our abandoned snog.
I looked in the mirror of the lift and giggled. "God what a mess I look, it looks like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards."
Chris chuckled, "That's nothing to what you'll look like in half an hour, if I get my way with you."
Arriving at his room he swiped his card and opened the door, he bowed deeply and ushered me through the doorway into his luxurious hotel room.
"Nice room, and just look at that view, you can see right down the Corniche, it's lovely."
Not as lovely as you." He said as he circled my waist with his sun bronzed hands.
I leant forward over the balcony rail and felt Chris nuzzle my neck with his lips, his stubble scratching lightly against my skin. A charge of electricity flashed through my body it's destination finding itself in my tingling clitoris. I pushed my head back against him as he licked around my ear and then took my earlobe in his mouth, suckling like an ******. He pulled my hair back hard and licked and sucked my neck, raising goosebumps down my spine.
"Oh yes Chris, that is so good." I uttered breathlessly.
Once more he gripped me by the waist and turned me to face him, our mouths met in a long languorous kiss our tongues mashing together darting in and out of each others mouths.
He stood back and looked directly into my eyes then reaching up with both hands slipped the straps of my little black dress off my shoulders. The dress slid down past my waist and down my flanks and pooled on the floor of the balcony around my ankles, leaving me in just my bra and thong. My dark nipples and the freshly waxed lips of my pussy clearly visible to his gaze. "Fuck you are so beautiful, I've imagined seeing you like this since the first time I saw you at your house. You are far and away more beautiful than I ever believed possible."
I reached down and grasped his erect cock through his linen trousers rubbing my thumb over the head, feeling the wetness of his desire on my finger tips.
I reached behind me and I unclipped my lacy yellow bra allowing it to fall and join my dress on the floor. "Watch me, watch what I've been doing, thinking about you, since I met you last week."
Sitting down on the chair beside the table I lifted my leg and placed the heel of my left foot onto the table top my legs spread wide. Slowly, my eyes locked onto his, I moved my hand down and rubbed my fingers between my wet open lips pushing my outer labia out of the confines of my tiny yellow thong. He drew a deep breath as he unbuttoned his shirt shrugging it off his broad tanned shoulders. He then stood and undid the tie of his trousers, unbuttoned the fly and dropped them down his heavily muscled thighs. His cock was magnificent, it stood out at 45 degrees from his body, it's foreskin drawn back over the edge of his glans, pre-cum glistening on the tip.
I pulled my thong to one side and slid two fingers into my wetness, my thumb circling my clit, my pink wetness shining from the light in the room. My fingers increased the tempo of their rubbing as I looked at his hardness. Seeing me masturbating in front of him he gripped his cock tightly in his right hand and started to wank, pausing briefly, he dropped a large globule of spit onto his hand to give him sufficient lubrication. Up and down moved his hand in perfect synchronisation to my hand as it slid wetly through the gash of my gaping wet sex.
"I've dreamt of seeing you like this Chris, every time I've made myself cum since we met, I've done this thinking of you and your big hard cock in front of me. Come closer, I want to suck you as you wank for me." He took a half pace forward and offered the head of his cock to me as he continued to wank the shaft. I sucked its head into my mouth matching the movements of my mouth to the stimulation of my dripping pussy. I felt a minute twitch run through his cock as my cheeks caved in with the force of my sucking. He released his cock and put both hands each side of my head. Not pulling it on to his raging hard on, but just holding it gently. In turn I forced my face against him my lips reaching to the base of his neatly shaven cock as I sucked it into my throat, causing me to gag a little. As the tempo increased I felt myself approaching my orgasm. My thumb strummed my clit mercilessly as it approached. As my fingering increased in speed so did my mouth on his cock, overcome by excitement he then started to fuck my face, each thrust hitting the back of my throat until I felt a tremor begin through the fingers of my left hand as it gripped his right bum cheek. His impending cum signalled itself clearly as his gluteus clenched tightly. Then I felt a flood of his cum hit the back of my throat. I swirled my tongue around his cock head, withdrawing it slightly from the depths of my mouth, allowing his cum to fill my mouth, savouring the sweet salty taste. This precipitated my own orgasm, my right hand with two fingers deep inside me in the shape of a claw as I stimulated my G spot, rubbing the rough pad with my fingertips.
My orgasm followed his, my ejaculate splashing wetly over his legs, he immediately dropped to his knees catching the second squirt across his chin as he pushed his stubbly face against my open cunt. His tongue dived deep inside me seeking to suck me dry of my cum. As I felt the last trickle run down the crack of my arse I pulled his face up to mine and we swapped each others emissions swirling them around our mouths allowing the tastes to mingle in an orgy of cum.
He collapsed on the floor his eyes riveted on the sight between my open thighs.
"So I take it, this isn't the first time for you then?"
I giggled like a schoolgirl, "Not quite the first, but I've never done that before, I loved it, can we do,it again?"
"bloody hell, give a guy a minute to recuperate." He replied.
"OK, I'm just going to the loo and then I expect a repeat performance, or something like it. I need to make the most of you while I can."
When I emerged from the bathroom he was laid naked on the bed leaning against the richly upholstered headboard, he was idly stroking his half hard cock as he looked at me naked before him.
"Give me twirl, I want to see all of you." He asked.
I put my hands on the under slope of my breasts and lifted them up, straining to take a nipple in my mouth. Then did as he requested slowly turning until I was facing away from him.
"What a fantastic arse, I could see you looked fabulous in your dress, but I have to say your body is fabulous, just made for fucking."
"You don't look so bad yourself, your cock is just lush, I can't wait till you have it inside me. I just hope it's not too big for me." I giggled.
I bent at the waist and leant forward until I could look back at him, his cock now fully erect, he was stroking it slowly as he looked at me taking in the view of my arse cheeks, framing my dark rosette and below it the cleft of my still engorged pussy. I was so pleased that my mum had done such a good job this afternoon waxing me completely bare. Exposing my entire sex for him to see.
"Mmmmmm, not a hair in sight, just how I like it." He observed.
"It's just for you Chris, I didn't want to disappoint."
He swung his legs off the bed and walked around to stand behind me. He reached between my legs and felt my wetness with his fingers. "That feels lovely and so welcoming." He said as he positioned the wet head of his cock between my gaping lips.
A second later I felt them gape even wider as the head of his cock penetrated me with the first inch of his hard manhood. I grunted in such an un-ladylike way as he pushed another inch into me. Loving the feeling as his cock glided into my liquid depths. I spread my legs a little wider for both stability and to allow him better access to me. Feeling me open up he increased the depth of his strokes pushing more of his lovely big into me. At last he was fully home and I felt the head of his cock slamming into my cervix, the pleasure/pain was indescribably good and I knew my second orgasm wouldn't be long in coming. I leant forward a little more and braced myself against his thrusts with my left hand against the bathroom door jamb. The right being fully occupied in both cupping his balls and mashing my clit as he buried himself balls deep inside me. His hands moved from their grip either side of my hips and I felt a finger or possibly his thumb ease its way into my tiny unspoiled arsehole. The sensation was incredible as he insinuated it in my cherry hole. I could feel him screwing it into me, twisting it deliciously on each in-stroke. My orgasm was fast approaching as he reached with his other hand around past my waist and grabbed my swinging left tit, kneading it and tweaking my erect crinkly nipple. That added sensation tipped over the edge and I came noisily with total abandon, screeching obscenities as I did so.
Whether it was my squeals of pleasure or the iron grip of my inner cunt muscles squeezing his cock, I still have no idea, but I felt him start to unload another heavy load of his cum, this time flooding my insides with his hot spunk. I fell forward onto my knees utterly spent, with a masterly contortion, he followed me down his cock still buried deep inside me and we both knelt there for what seemed like minutes, regaining our breath and composure.
"Fuck me." I uttered.
"What again?" He asked in reply. "Not sure I can manage another one so soon, I'm not as young as I used to be."
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